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I Can’t Lose You - Poe Dameron x Reader

WARNINGS: RISE OF SKYWALKER SPOILERS, MENTIONS OF DEATH, MENTIONS OF TORTURE, ANGST, BLOOD, YELLING

REQUEST: @lookinsidemyhead could I maybe ask for a Star Wars imagine? Like a poexfem!reader Maybe like instead of chewie being captured it was the reader and when they rescue her she’s a little out it from the torture in the interrogation room. angst with happy ending bc they escape

A poe dameron tros x reader where reader gets captured with chewy and poe rescues her, lots of angsty poe after losing reader because he thinks she's dead, then fluff when they reunite

The only thing that could pull the team's stunned gazes from the fiery explosion of the First Order ship was Poe's horrifying scream. The way your name ripped through his throat made Finn's heart stop and his blood run cold.

Poe took no caution in his efforts to make his way down from the rocky structure their getaway ship stood perched on, slipping and nearly falling more than once.

His heels kicked up sand as he sprinted towards the wrecked ship and Rey, who still stood frozen as the realization of what she'd just done dawned on her. Finn had to stop Poe from running straight to her, he'd never hurt Rey, but after what just happened he definitely wasn't thinking straight.

Finn wrapped his arms around his friend, holding him back and restricting his movement as he struggled to get free.

"What did you do?" Poe yelled at Rey, the high pitched crack in his voice was enough to send daggers through anyone listening's heart. Poe never stopped struggling to break free from Finn's grasp, and it was getting to the point where he just might succeed.

"Chewie I need some help down here!" Finn called up to the Wookie. There was no way he could get Poe to the ship himself, not when he was like this.

"Poe we need to go!" Finn yelled as he tried to pull Poe towards the ship, knowing if they stayed any longer your life wouldn't be the only fatality.

"No! No, I can't leave her!"

"She's gone, Poe. There's nothing we can-"

Finn stopped short as Poe finally broke free from his grasp. However, he didn't get very far, Chewie had made it down just in time to grab him.

"Chewie!" Finn yelled out, "Get him to the ship we need to get out of here! Rey come on!" Poe tried to fight his way out again, but the Wookie was too strong, forcibly pulling him back to the ship. He didn't stop fighting until Chewie released him once the ship had taken off with everyone safely inside.

There was a heavy tension in the air, nobody knew what to say. It's like they were just waiting for Poe to lash out like he usually did when he was upset, but he didn't. The burst of yelling and cursing the team was anxiously waiting for never came. Instead, he simply collapsed onto a storage box and with his head in his hands, he sobbed.

Finn watched his best friend, one who usually stood so strong and fiery, completely fall apart. Rey's heart ached in a way she didn't know it could, the thought that she'd caused this haunting her mind.

BB-8 slowly rolled over to Poe, letting out a series of confused beeps. "She's gone, buddy," Poe said in a broken voice. The small droid let out a high pitched whine mixed with sad beeps.

"This can't be for nothing," Finn finally spoke up, his voice soft as he struggled to speak through his own tears. "We can't let her die for nothing."

"She had the dagger with her, and without that. . ." Rey's voice was grim.

"So true, the inscription lives only in my memory now," C-3PO spoke up. All heads turned towards the droid. "Hang on, the inscription from the dagger is in your memory?" Finn asked.

"Yes master Finn, but the translation from a forbidden language cannot be retrieved, that is short of a complete redactive memory bypass. It is an extremely dangerous procedure usually performed by criminals."

"Alright, how do we do that?" Finn asked as if there was no question as to what the next step was.

"I know a black market droidsmith," Poe finally spoke up, his eyes glazed over and red. "He's on Kijimi." Poe didn't like the idea of going to Kijimi, but he didn't like the idea of you dying for nothing more.

"For Y/N," Finn said, giving Poe's shoulder a squeeze. "Yeah, for Y/N," Poe repeated, the sound of your name leaving a sad and bitter taste in his mouth.

Kijimi went just about how Poe thought it would. They had a rocky start, but in the end, they were able to retrieve the inscription from C-3PO's memory.

The droid's eyes glowed an ominous red as it recited the location to the Wayfinder.

"The Endor system? Where the last war ended?" Finn asked. No one had the opportunity to answer him as the entire building started shaking. Everyone shared concerned looks, but it was Rey who was the first to run outside to see what was causing the commotion.

"Ren's destroyer," she announced, looking up at the large, menacing ship. "He's here?" Finn asked, looking up at her. But Rey didn't answer, it seemed as though her entire body had gone stiff. "Y/N. . ." She spoke softly, but loud enough for Finn and Poe to hear.

"What about her?" Poe asked bitterly, your name sending a dagger through his heart.

"She's alive, she's on that ship," Rey turned around to face her friends.

"What?" Poe whispered, his voice cracking slightly. Tears stung the back of his eyes, but this time the tears weren't ones of sorrow. He felt a small glimmer of hope bubble up inside of him. He no longer slouched, his back straightening up and shoulders rolling back, Rey's words bringing a new light to his eyes.

"How is that possible?" Finn questioned.

"She must have been on a different transport," Rey spoke, her words still laced with disbelief.

"We have to go get her," Poe said eagerly, grabbing his things and looking around at the group. Everyone nodded in agreement, all except C-3PO, who sat confused, his only thought being to introduce himself.

"Yeah, that's gonna be a problem," Poe muttered, a little annoyed at their situation, but not even C-3PO's lost memory could damage his spirits. His head already fantasizing about seeing you again, creating multiple scenarios in his head.

Once everyone was ready, they rushed from Zorii's hideout, the girl following them just to be sure they made it to their ship.

"Thank you," Poe rushed out to Zorii once they'd reached their ship. He didn't plan on waiting for a response, but a grip on his forearm stopped him dead in his tracks. "Poe-" Zorii spoke up, only to be cut short.

"I'm sorry, I have to go, but you can come with us," He offered. Though his feelings for his past relationship were gone, he still cared about Zorii as a friend and leaving her behind just felt wrong. But Zorii shook her head, "I can't," she answered sadly, "But take this, it'll grant you passage to Ren's ship."

Poe stared at the shiny medallion, "I can't, it's yours-"

"Anyone two eyes and half a brain can see how much you care about this girl, it's worth more to you than it is to me."

Poe paused before lifting his hands and gently taking the medallion from Zorii, "Thank you," he breathed out, wrapping Zorii in a tight embrace. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Zorii chuckled a bit as she returned the hug before lightly pushing Poe towards his ship, "Now go, save your girl and win the war."

Poe nodded, mumbling one more 'thank you' before boarding the ship with the others.

Getting inside Ren's destroyer had been easier than anticipated, especially with the held of the medallion. However, searching the maze of a ship deemed a difficult task. It seemed as though with each hall they turned down there were more and more stormtroopers.

The next corner they turned no one had their blasters at the ready. Rey quickly jumped in front of Finn and Poe, waving her hand in front of the stormtroopers, "It is okay that we are here," she rushed out.

"It is okay that you're here," one of the troopers repeated.

"You're relieved that we're here."

"Oh thank God you're here," The trooper's shoulders relaxed and he lowered his blaster to his side, as did the other.

"Does she do that to us?" Poe asked, a little confused as to what exactly just happened. Rey just ignored him, instead, she asked the troopers for where you were being held, which they gladly provided.

It was a mad dash to the room you were in, the name of the room being "Interrogation room #6" worrying him.

At some point, Rey ran off on her own, but when Finn tried to follow her Poe gripped his arm, "We need to find Y/N, Rey can handle herself." Chewie howled in agreement with Poe, and Finn knew better than to argue with his friends.

It didn't take long to reach the room you were being held in and even less to shoot the lock on the door and bust in. Poe winced as he entered the familiar room, the dark lighting and metal chair-like structure sending painful memories of his time spent being tortured by Kylo Ren. He didn't even want to imagine what you must have been through, though sadly he could.

Poe quickly shook all thoughts that plagued his mind, you were the only thing that mattered right now. Nothing else. He approached the chair slowly, scared that what he finds might not be what he hoped for.

His heart sank when he saw your unconscious form strapped down to the chair by restraints. A bruise had already formed on the left side of your face, just over your cheekbone. There was a bloody cut that stretched across your right temple which was beginning to form its own bruise, and a trail of blood trickled down and dripped onto your shirt from your nose. Your chest moved up and down slowly as you took in shallow breaths. Poe didn't even want to imagine what the parts of you he couldn't see looked like.

Poe gently placed his shaking hands on either side of your cheeks, cupping your face. The pad of his thumb lightly brushed over you bruise, examining it. "Y/N," he spoke softly, "Y/N, baby please wake up."

Your entire body suddenly tensed up as your struggled against your restraints, prompting Poe to quickly pull his hands away from you, terrified he hurt you.

"No, please. . ." You mumbled, not fully awake, your eyes screwed shut. "Please. . . Don't."

"We need to get her out of these restraints," Poe instructed, trying his best to hide the panic in his voice. Chewie let out a wail, pressing a red button on the wall adjacent to the chair. There was a hissing sound followed by a click as your restraints popped open.

You blinked your eyes a bit at the noise and sudden release of pressure on your wrists and ankles. A familiar face came into view as you blinked away the hazy glaze from your eyes.

"Poe?" You whispered, not quite sure if Kylo Ren was playing tricks on your mind again or not.

"It's me, baby, you're okay." He said, helping you out of the metal chair and pulling you into his arms. One arm wrapped around your waist as the other held the back of your head, your cheeks resting against his chest. You winced as he accidentally pressed against your bruised ribcage, but in all honesty, you didn't care. You were just relieved to be back in his arms, and Poe was more than happy to have you there.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled into your hair, "I shouldn't have let you go out there alone."

"It's not your fault, you couldn't have known."

"Guys I really hate to break up the moment, but we gotta go!" Finn rushed out, earning a bellow of agreement from Chewie.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay," Poe said, pulling away from the embrace. "Can you walk?"

You nodded, however as soon as you took the first step forward your head started spinning and your vision blurred. You quickly reached out and gripped Poe's arm to stop yourself from losing balance. Poe instinctively caught you, holding up the majority of your weight.

"Chewie!" Poe called out, gesturing to you. The Wookie swiftly placed your arm around his waist, and wrapped a furry arm around your back and under your arm, holding you up.

Poe and Finn walked ahead of you, blasters at the ready, inspecting each hallway for hostiles. You limped behind them, Chewie helping you walk by holding you upright.

And after Poe being shot, all four of you nearly being executed, only to be saved by an unlikely ally, you made it to the Millennium Falcon.

Chewie gently set you down on the small cot in Poe's quarters while Finn rushed to the cockpit, trying his best to remember everything Poe had taught him about flying. Chewie soon joined him, helping him get the Falcon in the air so they could go find Rey.

Poe stayed with you in his quarters, sorting through a med pack to find supplies to bandage and clean your wounds. A soft groan escaped your throat as the ship took a sharp turn, harshly shaking the cot you were laying on, sending a wave of pain through your body.

Poe wet a cloth and started dabbing at the dried blood on your temple. You let out a hiss as the sudden contact stung. Poe slipped his free hand into yours, attempting to provide any form of comfort he could.

"What did they do to you?" Poe asked as he moved to clean the blood from under your nose. The question wasn't directed towards you, more of Poe just thinking out loud. However, his question still sent a chill up your spine as you began to replay the horrible things Kylo Ren and his minions did to get information out of you. You were able to refrain from giving them anything up until Kylo Ren used the force to crawl around in your mind. The pain was indescribable.

"Hey, it's okay," Poe comforted, stopping what he was doing. He'd noticed the grimace on your face and how you tensed up when he brought up his question. "You're safe, he can't hurt you."

You nodded weakly, waiting for the horrible thoughts to pass as Poe got back to work.

Poe worked quickly to clean and bandage your wounds, finishing up a matter of minutes. While he packed up the medical kit, you attempted to sit up, but the action proved to be a bit more painful than you anticipated. You inhaled sharply as a sharp pain exploded from your side, your hand instinctively flew to your bruised ribcage, holding it as if that would help the pain subside.

"Here, let me help," Poe said softly when he noticed your struggle. He placed a hand on your back and the other lightly grabbed your arm as he pulled you to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Your hand still clutched your side as you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the pain to dissipate.

The bed sank beside you as Poe took a seat beside you, his hand rubbing comforting circle in your back. You leaned into him, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

"Do you want something for the pain," he asked, there was a bit of tension in his voice as he tried to hold back tears, he hated seeing you in so much pain. "No, it'll pass. I'm fine." And eventually, it did, leaving you relieved and a bit more cautious about how you moved.

You lifted your head from Poe's shoulder, your eyes meeting his. A soft smile graced his lips and his hand moved from your back to your neck, his thumb resting on your jaw. "I thought I'd lost you," he said in a shaky voice, tears threatening to spill. "And it made me realize you're the one thing I can't live without."

You wrapped your fingers around Poe's arm, just below his wrist, rubbing small circles in the back of his hand with the pad of your thumb.

"I can't lose you," his voice cracked as his eyes glazed over with tears.

"You won't, I promise," you confirmed.

Poe pulled you into him, gently pressing his lips to yours. His hand slid down from your neck to your waist, his other hand finding it's way to your hip. He pulled you into his lap, breaking the kiss to fully envelop you in a hug, careful not to touch your bruised side. One arm kept hold of your waist while the other crossed your back, his hand placed on your shoulder. Poe rested his head in the crook of your neck, holding you close.

You rested a hand on his back while the other held the back of his head. You lightly ran your fingers through his messy curls.

You let out a sigh of content, finally feeling at ease being in Poe's arms. "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

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if you ask, i’ll stay : b.b

brief summary: as a night out with the avengers comes to an end, bucky helps you back, but can’t help but let a few things slip

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“Come on, you gotta get in the car.” Two pairs of arms take yours as they attempt to remove you from the club and up the flight of stairs.

Giggling, you fall heavy in their arms as they groan. “God, she’s being a real deadweight tonight.” Sam states and you shoot him a look.

“Are you calling me fat?” You slur, struggling to focus on him as he looks past you and over to Bucky. “‘Cause that’s rude and I hate you.” You comment, hearing Bucky chuckle beside you.

“Look if we get her in the car I can get her home. She’ll be asleep before she knows it.” Bucky states to Sam as they manage to get you out of the club, the cool air hitting you as you start to shiver drastically.

It was the first night off for a few weeks, and you all deserved a night out. You could finally unwind from the stress of the past three months and it’s safe to say, you definitely unwound yourself.

“Where did my jacket go?” You speak up as you’re somehow able to stand up straight with a lot of help from the guys.

Bucky glances back at everyone else as he pleads to Steve who simply shrugs his shoulders in response. “Erm, you didn’t bring a jacket, Y/n.” Natasha calls out, and you giggle to yourself.

“Oh yeah.” You state dumbfounded before leaning more onto Bucky as you mumble the lyrics to one of the songs you heard throughout the night. “Where are we going now?” You pout as you turn back, seeing everyone going into separate cars.

“Where’s Y/n gone?” Peter yells out whilst you’re being escorted into a car with Bucky hidden from Peter’s view.

Much to Bucky’s dismay, you didn’t miss Peter’s comment. “Pete, I’ll see you at the next place?!” You yell as Sam helps to lift you up, sliding his arms under your legs as he helps you into the back seat.

“They’ll see you there, Y/n.” Sam tells you with a smile as you roll your head to the side, almost falling across and onto Bucky’s lap as he slides into the seat alongside you.

Closing the doors, the driver starts the car whilst you curl up against the window.

He glances over, checking to make sure you’ve not passed out. But he can see your eyes flickering as you follow the flashing lights and street lamps. Under the illumination, he can’t deny how beautiful you are, even if he won’t say it aloud it’s always a thought floating through his mind.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You snap him from his daze, watching as a pink tint crosses his cheeks making you laugh under your breath.

Bucky relaxes his grip on the door handle, leaning back as he looks your way, seeing you’re looking right back at him curiously.

“How come you got so drunk tonight?” He questions with concern, seeing how much you drank in the space of mere minutes whereas you normally pace yourself, enjoy the night. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you so wasted.” He tries to joke, but he can see you sinking into the chair.

“Just wanted to let go after the last mission.” You mumble, and that’s enough for Bucky to understand. “But that doesn’t matter, I’m having fun, alright.” You try tro convince him as you look back out of the window, ignoring his eyes on you through the reflection.

“I’m only asking because I care.” He comments, shrugging a shoulder as you turn back to face him, an eyebrow raised.

You shuffle closer, seeing the corners of his lips rise into a small smile. “I’m sorry, you have to repeat that I didn’t quite hear it.” You manage to joke coherently and despite the tequila on your breath, Bucky doesn’t mind you being quite so close.

“You heard me, Y/n/n.” He teases, reaching out as he rests his hand on yours, giving it a light squeeze before returning it to his lap, his metal arm gleaming beneath the street lamps nearing the compound. Bucky doesn’t miss you looking down at your hand still faced up, missing his soft touch.

“Wait why’re we back here?” You realise as you look outside of the window this isn’t the route to the next club. A sense of panic fills your systems as your eyes widen and breathing becomes heavy.

“Hey, hey,” Bucky calls out, resting his hand on your thigh as he strokes it slowly, watching as your breathing slows back down to a normal rate. “we’re taking you home.”

Shaking your head in protest you cross your arms. “But I don’t wanna go home.” You mumble, slouching in the seat as Bucky shrugs his shoulders.

“I’m only following orders.” Bucky admits, holding his hands up in defence. You shoot him a look and he sighs. “Okay so they’re my orders, but still gotta follow them.”

He watches as you roll your eyes before the driver parks the car inside of the compound, seeing your eyes widen at your bike still parked alongside the rows of Tony’s cars. “Oh good my bikes still here.” You sound surprised as the doors open and you fall out.

“Shit.” Bucky states as he climbs over, seeing you lying on your back with your legs in the air, laughter leaving your lips. “Doll?”

“I’m good.” You mutter between chuckles as he holds a hand out, helping you to your feet as you stumble into his arms.

He pauses, looking down to your lips before refocusing on your eyes and how clouded over they seem. “Come on then,” He breaks the moment, resting his arm around your waist as you make your way through the doors, going straight to the lift to your floor.

As you manage to reach your floor in one piece you immediately slip off your boots and let out a long sigh of relief. “God nothing has ever felt so good!” You exclaim as you sway from wall to wall, nearly tripping over your own feet in the process.

Bucky hovers by the lift, hesitant to leave you now whilst you’re still drunk. He turns around to press the button only to hear a loud crash coming from your main space.

“Y/n!” He yells before running through the corridor through the large space, finding you on the floor once again but this time you’ve taken your glass side table with you, shattering it into pieces.

“I might’ve had a fight with my table.” You tell him sadly, looking down at your hand as it is covered in blood. “Oh and that’s blood.” You add and Bucky slowly helps you up.

“Okay, just jump for me, yeah?” He rests his hands on your waist, helping you over the small shards of glass covering your floorboards. “Let’s get this cleaned up.”

Sitting down on your closed toilet, Bucky kneels in front of you with his brows knitted together. He focuses on your hand and thankfully, it’s not a deep cut. “Now I’m needin’ stitches,” You sing quietly under your breath, hearing Bucky chuckle.

“Luckily you won’t this time, Y/n. Not as bad as Natasha on the last mission I’ll admit.” He tells you, glancing up with a smile as you sleepily smile back, your eyes starting to drop.

“Bucky?” You speak up and he hums in response. “How come you’ve never kissed me?” Your question catches him by surprise as he secures the gauze across your hand and stands upright.

“I, what?” He stutters over his words, looking down at you, but you remain focused on him, waiting for a response. “What’d you mean?”

You sigh loudly as you uneasily stand up in front of him. “Is there something wrong with me?” You ask sadly, averting your gaze from him and to the floor as you slide your feet across the small bath mat.

“No, no not at all, Y/n.” He reassures you, resting his hands on your arms as you look up with tears in your eyes. “I just, I don’t want to hurt you.” He mutters, focusing on you as his eyes flicker from yours to your lips once more.

“You won’t hurt me, Bucky. I can handle myself.” You whisper as you edge closer, and for a moment Bucky finds himself falling for this.

“Wait, no.” He interrupts, pulling away as he pinches the bridge of his nose, deep in thought. “I can’t, not now. You’re, you’re drunk Y/n and I don’t want this to be how it happens.” Bucky sighs under his breath, walking out from your bathroom as you remain still.

Lifting your fingers to your lips, you can feel where his lips ghosted yours mere seconds ago. But now he’s wandering through your floor, trying to calm himself down.

Walking out from the bathroom, you head toward the small kitchen, seeing Bucky leaning against the counter as he nurses a glass of water. “Bucky, I, I’m sorry.” You speak up, and he turns to face you.

“No, you don’t have to be.” He tells you, remaining by the sink whilst you stay equidistance away at the edge of the counter. “I just, I don’t want to take advantage of you like this.” He repeats himself and you nod, feeling the tension rising between you.

“I get it. I’m drunk, it’ll be some mistake and we’ll always feel weird ‘bout it.” You shrug your shoulder, trying to make the sting less intense.

Bucky places the glass down as he walks toward you, leaning against the opposite counter with his hands resting in his pockets. “Y/n, I’ll be honest.” He starts and you nod, preparing yourself for the worst. “I, I really like you, and I don’t want to ruin what we have.” He explains and you lift your head up, evidently caught by surprise.

“Wait, you like me?” You blurt out as he chuckles under his breath, nodding to you. “Since when?” You question and Bucky lifts his hand out from his pocket, scratching the back of his neck.

“Erm, since we went on that mission, just the two of us.” He explains.

You’ll never forget that mission. It was the two of you, stuck in a small base in the middle of no where disguised as a couple. You had to walk hand in hand, manouver your way through a small town and infultrate a deal being had for new technology. It wasn’t easy, but you couldn’t have imagined doing it without Bucky by your side.

“But, I just don’t want to do this whilst you’re still drunk. I don’t want you to wake up and be confused as I’ve been there and it’s shit.” He rambles, seeing you nod along.

“I get it, Bucky.” You smile softly to him. “We can talk about it tomorrow, yeah?” You suggest and he smiles back.

“That sounds good.” He answers, feeling his heart swell as you push yourself from the counter, walking toward your bedroom door. “Wait, Y/n?”

Turning back around, you can feel yourself sobering up, but you know it’s not the right time. “Yeah, Buck?” You ask quietly as Bucky fiddles with the hem of his shirt and his phone starts to ring in his pocket.

Sighing to himself, Bucky places his phone on the counter, moving across your floor toward your bedroom door.

Before you realise it, you’re leaning against the door as his lips are on yours, his hands on your cheeks as you finally react.

Pulling away, you rest your forehead against his. “Well,” You let out a breathless chuckle. “that I didn’t expect.” You admit and Bucky chuckles too.

“I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t.” He admits before lifting his head up. “I, I’ll go now.” He tells you, but you reach out, taking his hand.

“Will you stay, please?” You quietly ask and Bucky turns back around, not needing to be asked twice.

“I’ll always stay if you ask, Y/n.” He rests his arm around you as you push your bedroom door open, never wanting to let go again.

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@kitsunekage88 replied to this post with this:

Jango/Obi Where Obi saves Boba who drags him home to sell his dad all about it and Jango falls hard and fast ?

Obi-Wan did not usually feel thankful when his Padawan could not come on missions, but Anakin could be a bit…

Well, Obi-Wan did not think that the young Mando’ade[1] that had been in the middle of the warehouse the Spice dealers when he busted in would take well to Anakin’s particular type of self-righteousness.

“That was so cool! You just jumped down an’ then Pow! Zap! An’ you dodged like, like, an aiwha[2] in the sky!”

Obi-Wan smiled at the child. There was something about how he bounced back from being a hostage that was endearing.

“You gotta meet Buir[3]!”

“Of course,” Obi-Wan told the boy. No doubt his parents would need reassurance that the drug dealers would not be seeking retribution – or that said parents did not need to hunt them down either, “And where is your Buir?”

“Our ship’s in the docks!” the boy grinned up at him, one tooth lost from his grin, “We just came here ‘cause Buir needed to meet some people.”

Obi-Wan nodded as he held out a hand. The boy took it.

“Can you tell me what your ship looks like? Or who your Buir was meeting? I’m Obi-Wan by the way.”

“’m Boba! Buir said they were aliit[4] from when he was younger! He was gonna in-tro-duce,” he sounded out the word, “me after he first met them.”

And then these drug runners had taken the boy. Vengeance wasn’t the Jedi way, but Force, Obi-Wan almost wished he had been harsher on them than he had. An interrupted family reunion. Maybe he’d let slip a few names when returning Boba…

Speaking of.

“Which dock Bob’ika[5]?”

Boba looked up at him, wide eyed.

“You know Mando’a[6]?”

“A friend taught me,” Obi-Wan told him, the old ache from thinking about Satine barely hurting, “but she has a very Sundari[7] accent, so you’ll have to forgive that.”

“’sokay! The Cuy’val Dar[8] have a lotta different accents!”

Those who no longer exist? Just who did this child belong to? Obi-Wan fought back the urge to frown. His Master had endeavored to keep news of Mandalor away from him after their mission, so maybe it was a new faction?

“The dock Bob’ika?”

The boy nodded, “right, it was, uhhh, Jenth-Osk?”

Obi-Wan glanced around and, upon finding signs, started in that direction.

“…Obi?”

“Yes Bob’ika?”

“Your friend… she wasn’t Death Watch right? ‘cause Buir says they’re all hut’uun[9].”

Obi-Wan had a moment of surprise at the idea of a child using such language, before shaking it off. He didn’t know the situation. Anakin learned most of his worst language from overhearing things as a child. Just because Obi-Wan himself and Quin had begged Rael to teach them and the Knight had, does not mean that was how everyone learned.

“No, she hates Death Watch.” But Obi-Was was sure that she’d hate the Cuy’val Dar just as much given how Boba was enthralled by Obi-Wan’s battle prowess. Not that he’d tell the boy that.

“Jate! I knew you wouldn’t be friends with hut’uun! You’re too good a warrior!”

Force but this child was bringing back all the ways that Obi-Wan had loved Mandalor.

And this port was far too crowded.

“Bob’ika, would it be alright if I carried you? I would hate to find your Buir only to no longer have you.”

Boba paused and thought about it before nodding.

Obi-Wan carefully swung the boy up onto his shoulders. Boba held on as he quizzed Obi-Wan about other battles the redhead had been in.

“Bob’ika!” a voice cut through the crowd.

A Mando in blue and grey beskar’gam pushed his way towards them.

“Buir!” Boba yelled back, wiggling.

Obi-Wan reached up and pulled Boba down, getting the boy’s feet back on the ground just as the Mando got to them. The Jedi was impressed at how he was able to both hug Boba to him and subtly point a weapon at Obi-Wan.

“Buir, Obi-Wan saved me! The laandur[10] ge’huttuun[11] that took me didn’t expect him an’ then he jumped down an’ it was so cool! I bet he could take Kal easily! But not you Buir,” the boy was quick to assure his parent.

The Mando tipped his helmet towards Obi-Wan.

“Well, I might just owe you Jetii[12],” he spoke, standing up still holding onto Boba.

“I was already tracking them down, if anything, Boba yelling at them how they were laandur and cowards helped me.”

The Mando laughed at that.

“Still, I owe you if only because you took care of taking them out for me. I don’t know how they even got ahold of him…”

Boba was definitely not looking at his parent now. Obi-Wan’s lips quirked. Well. Children would be children.

“If you would like,” he spoke carefully, not wanting to offend but wanting to keep hearing that Mando’ade accent – even if it was a Concord Dawn[13] variant and not the Sundari variant that Satine carried, “I may have a few suggestions on how to keep an eye on a curious child – my Padawan is 15 and I’ve been raising him since he was 9.”

Even without the Force, Obi-Wan thought he would have known that under that helmet the Mando gave a slow grin. Small gods but Obi-Wan was starting to feel like he did when Quin dragged him out for a night out with Aayla keeping an eye on Anakin for him.

“Well then,” the Mando said, “why don’t you join me for lunch and you can share.”

He turned then, moving towards a Firespray-31.

“The name’s Jango by the way.”

Oh, this man was going to be the death of Obi-Wan, he was sure.

But he was pretty sure that the reverse was going to also be true.

And a little death was always fun.

[1] Mandalorian(s) – children of Mandalore

[2] Also called air whales, a non-sentient species of winged cetaceans native to the planet Kamino

[3] Mando for parent (Mando is a non-gendered language)

[4] Family, clan – can also mean clan name, identity

[5] Diminutive suffix – also added to a name as a very familiar or childhood form (Obi could be considered being too familiar using this but Boba’s also, like, 6 so.)

[6] The language of the Mandalorian people

[7] The capital of the planet Mandalor

[8] Lit. “Those Who No Longer Exist” – 100 individuals called by Jango that trained the Clones

[9] Coward (worst possible insult)

[10] Delicate, fragile (sometimes an insult – weak, pathetic)

[11] Bandit, villain, petty thief – can also mean a serious criminal you have no respect for - abusive

[12] Mando for Jedi

[13] An agricultural frontier world in the Mandalore sector of the Outer Rim Territories – Jango’s birth planet

#My writing #writing prompt #star wars #obi wan kenobi #boba fett #jango fett #jangobi #jango/obi #boba adopts a dad au #obi-wan and boba fett #boba has a new second favorite #obi like-likes mando'ade

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arrantsnowdrop · 4 years

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Early Morning Mayhem - Poe Dameron x reader (fluff)

Warnings: some mentions of anxiety, other than that it's pretty fluffy, 2,735 words

A/N: This was not requested but I've had this idea since I watched TROS (which was literally months ago at this point). I haven't written for the Star Wars fandom before but I'd love to write some stuff for characters from any of the three trilogies, Rogue 1, or the several tv series-es! Request away if you have any ideas/concepts I could make into some oneshots, and enjoy this fun little Poe fic :)

When Snap Wexley joined the Resistance, he begged you to come with him. You had been neighbors since you were children growing up on Akiva, and were nearly inseparable by the time you were five. When you were ten, Nora Wexley taught you both how to fly, and when you were twelve, you helped him cope with her sudden departure. You collected scrap metal and spare parts for him to sell when he opened his small business, and when his mother finally returned, you kept the shop open while he helped her hunt down Imperial fugitives.

You were blatantly displeased when he told you he’d been recruited as a fighter pilot, and rightfully so. The last thing you wanted was for your best friend to get blown up into a million tiny pieces. Naturally, your concerns sparked a heated debate about the soundness of his decision:

“I’m just worried, that’s all,” you said exasperatedly.

“(Y/n), I’m literally the best pilot you know,” Snap joked. You rolled your eyes.

“The First Order isn’t going to give a damn about how great you are while they’re trying to kill you!” A pause. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Snap. I wouldn’t be able to deal with it if you did,” you said softly.

“So come with me then,” Snap replied instantly. You blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“Come with me, join the Resistance. You’ll be able to know where I am and what I’m doing all the time, so you’ll be less worried,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Yea, but what will I do?” you asked. “I’m not gonna enlist as a pilot, we both know I can’t fly under pressure.” Snap chuckled and nodded.

“True, but you’re also the best mechanic I know. I’m sure the Resistance is gonna need someone to fix all the X-wings I’m bound to break.”

You laughed quietly, then looked around at the stacks of broken machinery piled high in Snap’s home.

“What about the shop?” you asked.

“(Y/n),” Snap said seriously, “the Resistance is going to support you way more than any profits from this place ever will.” He gestured wildly to the store around him. “This isn’t important. You’d be stupid to stay if you’re thinking about the money.”

You nodded, chewing your bottom lip thoughtfully (a nervous habit). Finally you looked back up at him.

“I’ll do it,” you stated firmly.

“Really?”

“Really.”

When you arrived at the Resistance base on D’Qar, Snap had eagerly introduced you to Goss Toowers, one of the senior starship mechanics for the Resistance’s fleet. Goss had been thrilled you wanted to join the technical crew, and offered you a position as a mechanic right away (“This is so exciting, we love getting new members on tech crew,” he had gushed happily. You couldn’t help but smile).

You found that the Resistance’s fleet of T-70 X-wings were quite similar to the T-65 models you had learned to fly with Snap back home, just with slightly different engines and weapons pods. It didn’t take you long to establish yourself as one of the most skilled mechanics on the tech crew, with the most severely damaged X-wings going directly to your station after battles.

You had to admit, you understood why Snap had been so eager to join the Resistance. You felt like you had become a part of something much bigger and more important than yourself, and you truly enjoyed every moment of your job.

You also enjoyed getting to know the many technicians and pilots you worked with. You’d always been more reserved with people you didn’t know well, but it had only taken you a few days to become close friends with Jess Pava.

Jess had also made it her mission to introduce you to as many of the fighter pilots as she could (“Then you can know whose X-wing you’re fixing,” she’d pointed out). While it was certainly overwhelming at first, you were more than grateful for the new friendships you had formed.

That being said, there were many pilots you had yet to meet, including the famed Poe Dameron.

It wasn't like you didn’t know who he was, everyone knew about Commander Dameron and his seemingly endless list of accomplishments - you’d even performed repairs on his distinct X-wing once or twice . Still, the closest you had gotten to meeting him was when you watched him climb out of his slightly damaged cockpit after a narrow victory over the First Order; he’d disappeared into a sea of celebrating rebels before you’d gotten the chance to say hello.

That’s why it was startling when he ran up to you in the cafeteria in the middle of the night, asking you to fix his ship.

There had been a small skirmish the day before that had escalated into a larger fight, resulting in many casualties. The mechanic team had spent the entire day fixing up the X-wing fleet, which had proved to be quite exhausting.

By midnight, most of your fellow mechanics had gone to bed, saving the rest of the repairs for the next day. You’d finally decided that your lack of energy was inhibiting your ability to work, so you’d decided to get a few hours of sleep before resuming the repairs.

You were just grabbing a cup of tea on the way to your room when you heard someone frantically yelling your name.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!”

You turned around quickly, seeing none other than Poe Dameron sprinting towards you, his well-known orange BB unit following behind him.

You blinked twice in confusion, honestly thinking you were so tired you had begun to hallucinate. No, you concluded, watching as Poe came to a stop in front of you, hunched over slightly and panting to catch his breath; the man in front of you was very real, and seemed very concerned.

“Uh, yes?” you replied slowly, absolutely bewildered as to why a Resistance Commander would be looking for you at two in the morning.

“X-wing, needs repairs,” Poe managed breathlessly, still recovering from his intense running stint. The droid beside him beeped twice in agreement, wobbling quickly from side to side.

“Yea, I’m so sorry I didn’t get to fixing it today, but it’ll definitely be done some time tomorrow-” you started, but Poe quickly cut you off.

“Leia needs me to go on a mission in two hours,” he interrupted, “and with the upper left wing mostly detached, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it out of the hangar, let alone to Onderon.”

You felt your heart drop, realizing the gravity of the situation. His brows furrowed, seeming to sense your nervousness.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, concern laced in his voice. “You just got super pale.”

“Yea, yea I’m fine,” you reassured softly, though he did not seem convinced. “I’ll, uh, I’ll go and fix it up right now.”

You bit your lip as you turned to go, realizing it was going to be nearly impossible to fix his ship in two hours. The wing wasn’t the only thing that was damaged - Goss had said something about a problem with both the engine and the flight computer. While you were definitely capable of fixing them, you knew it was going to take a significant amount of time, and you were already so tired.

“Wait, (Y/n),” Poe said, grabbing your arm and gently turning you back to face him. You blushed, immediately moving out of his grip. If Poe noticed he didn’t say anything.

“BB-8 and I can help you if you want, I know I fucked up my ship pretty bad,” he chuckled bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. You smiled a little and nodded.

“Yea, you definitely did,” you joked softly. Poe smiled, and you blushed again, looking down at the floor. “Um, if you’d like to help I’d appreciate that very much.”

“Alright then, off to the hangar!” he exclaimed, jogging out of the hangar and taking off down the hall.

“Does he run everywhere?” you asked BB-8, who beeped a quick ‘yes’ before rushing out of the room to follow Poe.

~~~~~

An hour later, you’d managed to reattach the wing and had started to rewire the flight computer. It seemed like enemy fire had severed the connection between the computer and the rest of the ship, so you’d have to reconnect it before doing anything else.

Poe had been working on the damaged part of the left split-engine. The upper engine had been damaged along with the wing - nothing too serious, and Poe had assured you that he’d done similar repairs many times before.

“I think the engine is all set,” he called. You looked over your shoulder to where he was straddling the engine, mindlessly tossing a wrench he’d borrowed from you between his hands.

“Do you want me to check it?” you asked from where you were perched on the front part of the ship. He looked up at you and nodded, groaning as the wrench he’d been playing with dropped to the floor.

You laughed and jumped onto the ground, picking the metal tool up off the ground on your way over to him. You peered into the engine, carefully inspecting his work.

“Looks great!” you smiled as you looked up at him, setting the metal tool down next to him.

“Thank you very much, miss mechanic,” he replied with a grin. You rolled your eyes as he picked the wrench up and began to toss it again - Jess was right, Poe Dameron truly was a five year old trapped in a thirty-two year old’s body.

You stretched your arms over your head and sighed. You were still very tired, but Poe’s relentless chatter had woken you up somewhat.

“How’s the computer looking?” he asked.

“Alright,” you replied, climbing up the ladder you’d set against the ship earlier. “I’m almost done reconnecting the computer system to the ship, and then I have to turn it on and see if I need to reprogram anything.”

“Sounds very technical,” Poe said thoughtfully. You laughed and nodded, picking up a stray black wire and beginning to feed it into its designated port.

“This part is mostly just putting the right wires in the right spot, so not super complicated,” you said. “It’s basically a puzzle.”

“Well, it looks pretty complicated to me,” Poe said, hopping down from the top of the engine to put the wrench back in your toolbox. You grinned as you snapped the final wire into place.

“BB-8, can you turn the ship on?” you called to the small droid sitting in the astromech socket. BB-8 chirped happily, and after a few seconds you felt the X-wing rumble to life. From where you were sitting, you could see the panels in the cockpit begin to light up.

“The flight computer is officially reconnected,” you stated, getting up and doing a small happy dance as you walked over to the cockpit.

Poe laughed as you hopped in, squinting at the dashboard in front of you.

“Can you hand me the little red case in my toolbox?” you asked Poe.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, saluting you jokingly as he grabbed the toolbox and reached up into the cockpit to hand it to you.

You mumbled a thank you and grabbed the case, covering your mouth with your free hand as you stifled a yawn.

“You tired?” he asked, folding his arms across the edge of the cockpit and using his hand to prop his head up.

You nodded, opening the case and grabbing a thin metal rod. Some of the lights on the dash were flickering, and a few hadn’t turned on at all. You figured some of the integrated circuits inside the dashboard had come loose during the fighting.

“I’ve been up since five,” you said, pressing a button on the dashboard and removing the control panel.

“In the afternoon?” Poe said, grabbing hold of the control panel as you passed it to him.

“This morning,” you clarified, reaching into the now exposed circuit board of the ship. You grinned, your theory having been right, and used the metal rod to jostle some of the computer chips back into place.

“So you’ve been working all day then?” Poe asked. You nodded, looking back at him and frowning at the guilty look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, taking the dashboard back into your own hands.

“I’m so sorry for asking you to do this,” he groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I should’ve asked Goss or someone else.”

“Poe, it’s fine,” you said reassuringly, sliding the panel back into place.

“No, it’s not,” he said bluntly. “I bet you were going back to your room when I found you, right?”

You bit your lip and nodded slowly, grimacing as Poe cursed and jumped back onto the ground.

“I’m such an asshole!” he groaned.

“Poe, look at me,” you called, waiting until he finally met your gaze to continue talking. “I agreed to do this, remember? This isn’t your fault at all.”

“I still feel bad,” he muttered.

“An all-nighter every once in a while doesn’t do any harm,” you said nonchalantly, sliding out of the cockpit. “And I wasn’t going to sleep much anyways.”

He looked at you softly as you set your tools back down on your work table and wiped your hands on your pants. You looked up at him and grinned, then gestured to his ship.

“She’s ready for flying, Dameron,” you beamed. He chuckled walking over to you and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Thank you so much, (Y/n),” he said, voice slightly muffled by your hair.

“You’re very welcome, Poe,” you replied, relishing in the feeling of his strong arms and chest under his flight suit. “You can ask me to fix your ship anytime.”

“I will definitely take advantage of that,” he said, pulling back and looking down at you. “It always flies better after you fix it.” You gasped, grinning in pleasant surprise.

“You notice when I fix your X-wing?” you asked. He nodded.

“Of course I do, half the time I make sure it goes directly to you after I get back from skirmishes and the like,” he added. You bit your lip and looked down at your feet.

“I didn’t know you knew who I was,” you admitted softly. He laughed, using his hand to tilt your head back up. You blushed, a little lost in his dark brown eyes.

“(Y/n), everyone knows who you are, you’re like the best mechanic in the Resistance,” he said genuinely. You smiled bashfully at his compliment.

“Thank you,” you said softly. He nodded and stepped back, grabbing his helmet from the table next to you.

“Well, duty calls,” he said, a grin on his face as he put his helmet on. You giggled.

“Be safe,” you said.

“Anything for my favorite mechanic,” he replied with a wink. You blushed again and looked down at your shoes.

“You ready, bud?” Poe called to BB-8, who beeped excitedly. He laughed and climbed into the cockpit, looking back at you before he shut it.

“Would you like to go out for dinner when I get back?” he asked, a smile on his face. You grinned, setting your hand on your hip.

“Are you asking me on a date, Dameron?” you asked. He bit his lip and nodded.

“I do believe I am.”

“Well,” you replied, “if you don’t unintentionally snap another wing off your X-wing, I’ll most definitely be available.” Poe laughed.

“See you tonight then!” he called as he closed the cockpit.

You backed up and waved as he made his way out of the hangar and onto the runway outside. You were still grinning as he took off, and you didn’t stop watching him until his ship was just a speck against the dark sky.

Two hours ago, you were sitting in the cafeteria with your cup of tea, and now you had been invited to dinner by the Poe Dameron, who apparently both knew who you were and admired your work. It was a lot to take in.

You grabbed your toolbox and headed over to the next ship awaiting repairs; you still had a lot of work to finish if you wanted to sneak in a nap before going on a date with the best pilot in the Resistance.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x original character #poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #poe x oc #poe dameon fluff #poe dameron fic #star wars #the force awakens #the last jedi #the rise of skywalker

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agent-barnes40 · 4 years

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Watching The Empire Strikes back

The old sounding theme

Didn’t Mark Hamill get into an accident before filming this one?

What is up with the Dalek looking probes?

Mark Hamill looks so young.

He sounds so young.

Bruh, Luke wtf?

Y’all I fucking see it! I paused it at 4:27 and for a moment thought that Han was being played by Adam Driver. I definitely see the resemblance now.

Rip Chewie’s original actor

Wheretf is Leia?

There she is.

SPACE MOM LOOKS SO YOUNG

Rip Carrie Fisher while we’re here

Damn, Carrie talks so quietly during this scene.

Damn, Leia’s sass is amazing.

Leia hiding her feelings. Are we positive that Leia wouldn’t be an awesome Gen-Z?

Everyone walking in-between Leia and Han as they fight, iconic!

The angry “YOU COULD USE A GOOD KISS!” Sounds so much like Ben/Kylo. It’s nuts.

Above scene is at 6:27.

3P0! R2!

“OH SWITCH OFF!”

Han looks feral, that’s all I’m saying.

Han’s concern for Luke and Leia warms my heart.

“Between ourselves, I think Master Luke is in conciderable danger.”

“That’s right. My friends right out in it.”

Han, admit it, you’re attached to Luke.

“Then I’ll see you in hell.”

Damn Han.

Ya’ll I forgot that most of the “cgi” was stop motion in these first three.

The old force theme.

Rancor? Thingy is cool.

R2 willing to freeze for his Skywalker master makes me want to cry.

R2 DONT SOUND SAD!

Are we close to shoving Luke into a tauntaun yet?

The rebellion people being concerned for Leia’s worry over Luke and Han while C3P0 just walks up.

Leia closing the doors to the base and Chewie looks so sad.

I’m legit about to cry. They mimicked Chewies cry from this to put into TROS when they tell Poe, Finn and Chewie that Leia’s dead.

Shelby is joining me in my watch of Star Wars.

We’re shoving Luke into a tauntaun now!

Obi-Wan absolutely dissing Qui-Gon.

Glad to know the Tauntaun died of the cold,

Han wielding the lightsaber!

They’re so happy to have found Luke and Han

The bacta tank

Luke is like, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHILE I WAS ABOUT TO GET EATEN!?

The iconic Laserbrain scene.

Chewie laughing and Han looks so betrayed.

NERF HERDER!

Have I mentioned I love Leia?

The sad look on Han’s face when Leia calls him scruffy.

Luke’s like PLEASE DONT GET ME IN THIS!

I forgot Luke and Leia kiss!

3P0 casually mentioning that it isn’t a rebellion signal

Oop, here comes Anakin “So, do you like my plan?” Vader Skywalker.

The Falcon absolutely wreaking Han.

Han and Luke silently communicating.

Vader’s egg.

Vader casually killing someone while talking.

Have I mentioned I love Leia?

The stop motion is amazing.

THE AT-AT!

3P0 casually reminding R2 to be safe.

Luke trying to save his friend

Han running back for Leia.

Han catching 3P0.

Anthony Daniel’s autotune.

The very old sounding theme.

Luke gets his dumbass traits from Anakin.

Carries scream.

Where in the hell is the scene where 3P0 rips the warning on a door?

R2 being worried about Luke.

“Take Evasive action!” Almost dies.

The scene where Han is on the pole and his ass is on display, thank god Harrison Ford got paid for that.

Leia trying to fly falcon shows that she’s a Skywalker and has that natural ability to fly.

Had to switch over to my computer.

“Never tell me the odds!”

Oof, Dagobah.

Here comes the green dwarf who drinks coke every day.

Luke’s X-wing.

R2 falling into the water

R2 scream

Yoda should show up soon.

Vader’s egg.

Anakin’s crusty head.

Han catching Leia

Leia getting pissed

Han flirting

Here comes Yoda, the coke drinker.

Yoda’s so damn high. I’m meaning weed type of high

R2 getting beat by Yoda.

You know for a fact Yoda was beating R2 because he remembers Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker’s way too damn modified Astromech.

How the fuck is Frank Oz still alive?

3P0 wants his husband.

Oop, here comes the kiss scene with Han and Leia.

Han calling Leia by her first name for the first time.

“Scoundrel?”

“I happen to like nice men.”

Finally!

Fucking 3P0!

Han looks so vulnerable.

Oop Palpatine.

Vader’s egg.

Ian McDiarmid has been playing Palpatine since 1980.

Anakin learning that Luke Skywalker is his son and having to pick between killing him and wanting to finish raising Luke. It’s quite sad actually.

R2 getting drenched scares me.

Luke hiding his distaste for Yoda’s food.

Yoda and Obi-Wan talking.

I’m gonna be honest, I hate Yoda. He’s an old man who is doesn’t want change until literally episode 8. He may have taught Luke something but Luke had to learn the way of the force by himself.

Also, Yoda scares me.

Have I mentioned that I love Leia?

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

C3P0 yelling at the Mynock.

Leia faceplanting into the Falcon.

“I am not a committee!”

I don’t like the Luke/Yoda training scene.

The only thing that I believe that Yoda taught look was to absolutely fear his connection with the force.

The whole under the tree Luke/Vader “fight” was to allude to “hey, Vader is this Anakin guy we keep talking about.”

Is that Boba I see?

The light speed fail x2.

“Shut up!”

I don’t like this Luke/Yoda training scene either.

“No! Try not. Do or do not. There is no try.”

Unpopular opinion: Palpatine should’ve killed Yoda.

The soft flute force theme.

Bruh, I forgot Han landed the Falcon on Vader’s ship.

Leia turning 3P0 off.

“He’s a card player, gambler, scoundrel. You’d like him.

“Thanks.”

You can see Anthony Daniels or his stand in breathing in the 3P0 outfit.

Boba following them.

Again, I hate each and every single Yoda/Luke training scene.

“Han. Leia!”

Yoda constantly belittling Luke’s compassion for his friends that he sees as his family. This is why I don’t like Yoda.

The landing on cloud city.

I forgot how much Cloud city looks like Corucant.

Lando Calrissian

Han pointing to himself, *me?*

Lando Calrissian.

“What have you done to my ship?”

“Your ship? Hey, remember, you lost her to me fair and square.”

They are literal children and I love it.

Lando immediately flirting.

Also, what the fuck was George Lucas thinking on letting 5ft something men get chest to chest with Carrie and try to intimidate her with their height whilst trying to flirt with her?

Wtf was he thinking! Carrie Fisher is 4ft something and I feel bad for her.

“She’s the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy.”

Chewie going to look for C3P0.

The soft force theme.

The force theme turning to the imperial march.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, you let 12-year old Ahsoka Tano on a battlefield with Anakin fucking Skywalker, the man who stared General Grevious in the face and basically told him to fuck off, and you’re not letting Anakin’s literal son go save his sister and future brother in law! So shut the fuck up dead guy and let Luke save his friends.

Yoda can go die for all I care. I forgot how much of an asshole he is.

God, I fucking hate Yoda.

Leia’s Bespin outfit.

Leia worried over 3P0 is the sweetest thing. This shows just how great of a mom she’ll be.

“I don’t trust Lando.”

Have I said that I appreciate how pretty Harrison Ford is?

Yo! Mandalorian!

Also, chewie finding C3P0!

Leia covering her body when she realizes Lando is watching her is something I thought I’d never relate to but whelp, here we are.

Lando Calrissian is very creepy actually in how he treats Leia every chance he can get.

Han’s ready to punch him.

“Would you join me for a refreshment?”

“No!” I never realized how protective Chewie is of Leia until this scene. Chewbacca immediately is ready to rip Lando apart.

“Having a problem with your droid?”

Han immediately realizes how vulnerable Leia can get when C3P0 is involved and when people she’s intimidated by. Han drew away Lando’s attention on 3P0 to him.

Han drank his appreciating women juice.

Is Boba wearing a death watch thingy on his shoulder?

Leia looks so damn scared.

Han grabbing Leia’s hand tighter to protect her.

Chewie trying to work on C3P0.

The imperial march.

Han’s super pale. “I feel terrible.”

Leia’s vulnerable and even though Han’s hurting he jumps in to protect her and how angry Leia gets, that’s when everyone knows that Leia’s feeling and anger is her protection emotion.

Honestly, I’m ready to skip the rest of Lando’s scenes.

Carbonite.

Okay so when Vader tells the Troopers to put Han into the carbon freezer, Chewbacca attacks, if you notice, Vader just lets him. It’s not because, “hey let’s not anger the Wookiee more.” It’s because according to a scene in The Clone Wars animated TV show, Chewbacca saved Anakin’s padawan, Ahsoka. I like to think Vader was finally paying his debt to the Shriwook for saving Ahsoka.

Han calming down Chewie by telling him to look after Leia.

Han and Leia’s second kiss

“I love you.”

“I know.”

Leia looks so damn sad and scared.

Chewie literally pulling Leia into his body to try and lessen the pain she was in.

The fact that Luke doesn’t realize that it’s Han.

Luke slowly realizing that he didn’t see Han with Leia and Chewie.

The only lightsaber fight between Luke and a Vader that I remember.

I’m not gonna comment on Chewie chocking Lando.

That force jump.

The biggest plot twist in cinematic history, according to the Internet, is about to happen.

R2 getting electrocuted

R2 going to fix his husband.

Oop, Luke’s hands about to get cut off.

Mark Hamill’s scream.

“Luke, there is no escape. Don’t make me destroy you. Luke, you do not yet realize your importance. You have only begun to discover your power. Join me, and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy.”

“I’ll never join you!”

“If you only knew the power of the dark side. Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father.”

“He told me enough. He told me you killed him.”

“No. I am your father.”

“No, no, that’s not true. That’s impossible!”

“Search your feelings. You know it to be true.”

The iconic “Noooo.”

“Luke. You can destroy the emperor. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father and son. Come with me. It is the only way.”

Skywalker men are such idiots and always are so dramatic.

The poor film editor, having to make it look like Luke is falling and is just playing with the footage they got of Mark Hamill writhing around.

And here we see just how powerful Leia and Luke are.

“Leia. Hear me. Leia”

“Luke.”

Luke’s just swinging his legs.

Light speed fail x3

“Luke.”

“Father.”

“Come with me.”

“Ben. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Luke, it’s your destiny.”

Mark Hamill is such a talented actor

Welp, Anakin’s gonna kill everyone.

“May the Force be with you.”

Luke’s fake hand.

The chills I get during the ending music.

And that was The Empire Strikes Back. All in all a good classic.

#caitlyn watches #the empire strikes back

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A Blinding Star | Part Two

*+*+*+*TROS Spoilers!!!!!!!!*+*+*+*

CHARACTERS: Rey x Ben Solo RATING: Mature GENRE: Fix-It Fic, Romance, Adventure WARNINGS: Character Death, Depression, Angst — but it’ll get better, I promise!

Author’s Note: I am SO SORRY. This took forever and I have no excuses. I just hope everyone is still interested in the story. I promise I’ll be better about updates from here on out!

+*+*+ Tags are open! Message to be added! +*+*+

Six Months Later

The stacks of medical supplies in front of her were blurring.

Rey took in a deep breath and stole a moment to close her eyes against the swaying of her vision. She had already counted the supplies twice, both times coming up with different numbers, which prompted yet another recount. It was frustrating beyond belief, but it was quiet work that left her alone in the back storage rooms.

It did not come as a surprise to Rey that fights continued and the First Order factions did not go down easily after the Battle of Exegol.

It hadn’t been a surprise to Poe either, and as one of the remaining generals still left with the Resistance-turned-New Republic, he had been quick to keep things going. Finn followed him, which had not come as a surprise to her.

And Rey, in her grief with no other direction, followed Finn.

It wasn’t that it was only her choice. But rather … well she wasn’t sure what to do. She did want to help her friends and the rebuilding Republic, but … mostly, she didn’t want to be alone.

Master Skywalker had not appeared to her after their encounter on Exegol. Rey didn’t blame him because when she searched her feelings, she realized she had drawn within herself and closed off much of the Force to her mind. She and Finn had a long discussion about things where he came to her about being able to feel the Force himself. When he confessed, Rey found she wasn’t shocked, in fact she could feel it now herself, more strongly than ever before.

No, she cut herself off because … Rey was scared. She was scared if she opened up, Ben would come to her and then it would be true. He would really be gone. So she wilted within, every night mourning in private and attempting to mend the wound the severed bond left, every day trudging through her tasks and pretending she would somehow find a way through the pain.

As time passed, the more Rey felt not like Rey.

It was beginning to infuriate her.

Others in their small band of Resistance fighters who had found solace on Yavin in those final days of the war told Rey this was what grief was. Many had experienced some fashion of it during the first war with the Empire and in between when the First Order had begun to push themselves into power.

First, you feel everything, they told her — then, what seems an inconsolable sadness. After that, all you felt was anger. Eventually, they assured her, she’d feel nothing but a distant memory.

Somehow that angered her more.

So she kept to herself, much like she had done her entire life. Finn quietly said one night he felt her regressing and he was worried.

“You know, you can talk to me about it,” he said, scooting closer to her as they gathered around the fire. He put a comforting arm around her, “You can talk about him to me.”

Rey had swallowed hard, batting down her emotions. There were a dozen things that immediately flew to her mouth, but she kept them in. She loved Finn, she trusted him above anyone else around her. But … something had her holding back. She didn’t want to lay it on him like that.

“Thanks, Finn. I appreciate it. But I’ll be okay, I promise,” she said softly.

He didn’t believe her. She could feel the emotion pulsing from him. So, to change the subject she forced a smile and pushed at his shoulder, “You need to learn more control of your emotions. We can go over some techniques tomorrow, if you’d like.”

It was an effective distraction, plus it was nice to be needed and to share something with Finn.

But Rey found herself always back at the same point of grief and anger. At night, she dreamt of Ben, when they were on the ruins of the Death Star on Endor. Of her anger and confusion flowing through her. She dreamt of their battle, how she wanted nothing more than to be rid of her pain, of the lies, of everything that she felt was holding her back from being in control of her powers, her destiny, her life.

Rey dreamt of the moment she felt Leia slip from the living Force, of Ben’s stutter at feeling the same, of the panic that coursed through Rey as she felt her blade push through his torso.

She woke in a sweat, having watched him die all over again, but this time directly by her hand.

Sleep was becoming harder to grasp and Rey knew eventually she would either collapse from exhaustion or lose her mind. Somehow it seemed fitting and wrong at the same time — Ben gave up his life for her to be this?

Rey checked off the last of the bacta patches and then pressed her forehead against the metal shelving.

It was all beginning to be too much. The fear, the anger, the sadness, the loneliness. She had been alone for so long, and now she wasn’t physically alone. But the bond with Ben … it had been like a lifeline during those confusing times, something to keep her center.

“Rey? You okay?” a soft feminie voice broke through her current downward plunge.

Rey pulled in a sniffling breath and stood straight, nodding her head, “Yeah, yeah I’m good.”

Rose Tico quietly took two steps into the room, her life Force glowing with concern around her. It was warm and comforting. “Are you sure? You’ve been back here all day.”

Was she okay? Everything in Rey screamed that she wasn’t.

“Just doing the counts on med supplies,” she offered up as reply — she was glad to not be facing her friend as the answer sounded incredibly weak.

“Uh huh,” Rose chirped, moving further into the room toward her. “And you’ve recounted them how many times?”

Rey sighed and hung her head, “Am I truly that obvious?”

Her friend and engineer gave a soft laugh, “Not really. I just have gotten to know you.” She paused for a moment and Rey could feel a shift in her Force energy. Rose was worried and even more so, she was unsure of how to approach Rey. The young Jedi was feeling that more and more from those around her — how they were unsure on approaching her.

“And are you scared of me too?” she found herself blurting out. It wasn’t fair to Rose, she knew that, and immediately turned to apologize to her friend. Thankfully, the engineer just smiled at her ruefully.

“Why don’t we start with how you’re feeling?” Rose asked softly.

Rey’s eyes filled with tears. “I … I don’t know anymore, Rose,” she choked out the confession. “I’m supposed to be in more control. I’ve never felt more out of sync with myself.”

Rose stepped closer to her, bringing with her the warmth of her comforting presence. “I can understand that. I really can, Rey,” she said softly, placing her hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure everyone is offering lots of ‘advice’ about your feelings too.”

Rey let out a watery chuckle and turned to her friend, who was offering up a lopsided grin. The two women laughed softly together.

“I’m in the ‘anger’ phase,” Rey replied, shaking her head. “And I am.”

Rose nodded, “And it’s perfectly understandable, Rey. It really is.”

A heat began to build in Rey’s chest and she recognized the anger. She had trained to squash it, to let it go, to not hold on to it, but …

“You know what I don’t get?” she said sharply, turning to Rose. “How everyone wants to coach me on my grief, but they don’t want to talk about the source of it. They don’t want to hear how Ben Solo came to fight with me, to save me. They could care less.”

At this, Rose looked pensive, drawing in a deep breath, “Well … they didn’t know him. Not like you did, Rey.”

The red burning darkness in her bubbled still, “He … he shouldn’t have done what he did!” she found her voice seething. “Why would he do that? He was the Skywalker. Palpatine lied. I wasn’t anything special. I’m not … I’m not…”

Her heart started racing and tears blurred her eyes. Suddenly all she could hear was Ben’s voice, the last words he said to her.

It was worth it, sweetheart.

“It’s not right,” she sobbed lamely.

“Rey … you, you have survivor’s guilt. It’s not uncommon. You’re grieving,” Rose said gently.

“You’re kriffing right, I’m grieving!” Rey yelled, the red, hot anger bubbling over. She turned and flung her hand, the medical supplies on the top shelves flying out and crashing to the floor from the Force. “It’s not fair! My vision … my vision came true, but he just … he just…”

Rose crossed the space between them immediately, wrapping her arms around Rey’s middle and holding her close. “I know, Rey. I know,” she said softly.

There were no apologies, no consoling or telling Rey she was going to be okay. Rose simply allowed Rey to sob, to shake with her anger and her sadness in the middle of the supply closet. Rey had not realized how relieving it had been to simply let the emotions flow again, to cleanse her body of them by simply allowing the tears out.

After a few moments, she finally felt her crying taper off. Sniffling, she pulled back and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, “Rose, I —”

But Rose shook her head, smiling softly. “Nope, I don’t wanna hear it. It’s what friends do.”

The Jedi nodded her head and drew in a deep breath, “I … I’ve cut myself off from the Force.”

Dropping the information quickly into the open seemed like the best course of action. She knew that Rose wasn’t ignorant when it came to the Force and what Rey herself was capable of. But there was a difference in knowing of the Force and knowing about it.

At the confession, Rose pursed her lips and crossed her arms, “Cutting yourself off from something that is a part of you can be a part of the grieving process, Rey. But … if you’re concerned and want to change that, how can I help?”

The question was so innocent and sincere, yet so deep and touching, Rey felt her eyes well again with tears.

“I … I don’t know,” she replied honestly. She then scoffed and shook her head, “If … If I meditate and Ben appears, that means he’s really gone. Rose, I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

Rose drew in a deep breath and nodded, “Makes sense. Have you done any of your old training or reading since Exegol? Not just the meditating?”

Rey opened her mouth and found she had, in fact, not practiced any of her teachings. She pursed her lips together and shook her head. A bout of shame and guilt swept through her. Rey was the last one, truly the last trained Force user that she, Luke, and Leia had been aware of, and this was how she treated that knowledge?

A beat passed before Rose reached forward and slipped her hand into Rey’s. “Well, how about you and I set up a training course? Like you had with Leia? And we can start there.”

When all this had started, practicing her forms kept her grounded, kept her feeling as if she did have some control of what was happening inside her. Her muscles seemed to twitch with the memory of waking each morning on Ahch-To and running the forms. Of racing through the jungle course only a year ago, Leia’s soft voice correcting and encouraging when needed.

“That sounds perfect,” Rey heard her voice say, a smile gently tugging at her mouth as she squeezed Rose’s hand.

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The lightning cracked above her and though she had heard it several times at this point, it still made her jump.

Rey hated this place. Its rocky terrain, its dark skies. It had taken so much for her … why was she here?

I’m looking for something, she reminded herself, turning in a slow circle. Her eyes scanned her surroundings. But it all looked the same as it did on that horrible day…

“Rey?”

She whipped around, heart beating wildly with hope. But it wasn’t Ben she was greeted by.

“Master Skywalker?” she asked, confusion filling her.

“I’ve been trying to reach you for months, Rey,” he said softly, though the furrow of his brow gave him a harsh, exasperated, and stern look. Much like the one he had when she first met him. “You won’t find what you’re looking for here.”

“I’m not looking for …” she started.

But Luke shook his head and scoff, “You are not subtle, Rey. You’ve come here looking for him, but he’s not here.”

Rey felt her anger rising again, but she clenched her jaw and forced it down, “I don’t know what else to do.”

Luke sighed and finally, his face shifted into something softer, “You know what you have to do. You’ve known all along.”

She narrowed her eyes, “I don’t know … I don’t know anything! Other than twirling a—a stupid light saber and making rocks float!”

Her former master pursed his lips and folded his hands in front of him as she continued, her rage building.

“There’s still fighting! There’s still First Order officers out there attempting to kill and destroy as much as they can. And everyone wants the Jedi to do something about it,” she yells. “But I don’t give a kriff about it all, because they didn’t care about Ben! They are all glad he’s gone!”

She turned and kicked at debris that was at her feet, watching the piece of rock go skittering across the barren plane, “I didn’t want this. I didn’t want Ben to die for … this.”

There was a silence that followed her outburst, broken only by the lightening and thunder of Exegol’s atmosphere. Rey took the moment to quiet her thoughts, to cool her rage … and very quickly realized Luke had not said a word since. Turning quickly back, she found him staring at her, perplexed.

“Whoever said Ben died?” he asked curiously.

Rey felt her heart stop. “What did you say?”

Luke scoffed and shook his head, coming toward her. “Rey, this is why I’ve been trying to reach you for all these months,” he started, more gently than she would have given him credit for. “Ben is not among us. His Force signature is not here, nor is it in living world.”

Her mouth went dry and everything in her kick started again, “Where — where is he?!”

Luke took a deep breath, “That’s what I wanted to talk with you about.”

The thunder crashed again overhead — Rey barely heard it.

“How…” she started softly, her heart beginning to hammer against her chest.

Luke shook his head, a sense of urgency coming over him. “Right now, that’s not important. Right now, Rey, I need you to wake up and open up to the Force again.”

Her eyes welled with tears, “I — I don’t know if I can.”

His hands fell to her shoulders, “Yes you can.”

Rey came back to consciousness very abruptly, before she could ask Luke anymore about what he meant. Looking over at the chronometer by her cot, the red letters indicated it would be sunrise soon. She let out a heavy breath and pressed a hand to her face.

You’ve known all along.

Rey sat up, throwing her cover off her body and sitting in the center of her cot with her legs crossed. Her heart thudded with a bit of fear … if Luke was right, if Ben was not a part of the Force, she needed to find him. She had already wasted so much time cutting herself off from the Force from fear of the pain. Now she had to bridge that gap and see if Luke was right … and figure out how she could get Ben back.

That thought alone gave her the first ray of hope she had in what felt like a lifetime.

Her heart thudded again, rioting against the thought of opening herself up again. But she had to do this … for Ben.

Rey let her eyes fall close and drew in a deep breath, “All right, Luke,” she whispered to herself. “Let’s see if you’re right.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to pull away the layers that had been so carefully folded over her link with the Force since Exegol. A hum of recognition buzzed through her, the Force seemingly welcoming her back. At the last few layers, Rey stuttered to a stop.

Ben, she found herself calling to him already, as if it were a test to prepare herself.

The last walls she had placed fell away easily and she was left with … silence. The Force hummed and pulsed around her, as if rejoicing in her return. It felt warm and comforting, not at all cold and lonely as she had imagined. And yet …

Rey reached out, to the back of her mind where she had carefully tucked away the link with Ben, and cautiously opened it.

She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but the flood of feelings and emotions surprised her. It was … it was almost as if Ben was standing there again, filling the end of their bond with its strong presence, just as he had before. It flooded over her as it had done on Exegol — the moment Ben came to her, when they stood together, when she pressed her mouth against his…

Rey?

Rey gasped, her eyes flying open. She quickly looked around, her heart hammering loudly, looking for the tell-tale blue glow of a being who is one with the Force. But no such person appeared.

But she had felt him. Heard his voice…

“B—Ben?” she whispered, waiting.

Rey? Rey!

Rey launched herself from her cot, standing in the middle of her small room and turning in a circle, as if the action would cause him to appear.

“Ben?! Ben! Where are you?”

Rey, I’m here, I’m right here!

“Where?! I can’t see you!” she cried out desperately, searching for anything to show her Ben Solo.

I — I don’t know. Rey … Rey!

His voice was growing fainter, further away from her.

“Ben, wait!” Rey rushed forward and through the door of her room.

She jerked to a stop, gasping as she almost ran straight into the glowing form of her former master. Luke’s brow shot up, his eyes wide. “Finally. I was hoping you would—”

“I just heard Ben!” she interrupted him quickly, moving out into the empty hallway. Her eyes scanned the area, quickly registering minute details she had always dismissed.

“Rey … I don’t sense him,” Luke replied patiently. “That’s why I came to you…”

“I know that, but I heard him! I sensed him, he was here,” she said sternly, impatiently.

“Wait, Rey. Slow down,” Luke said, walking behind her.

“No! I can’t lose him!” she cried, her emotion choking her as she took hurried steps..

But Luke’s hand took hold of her arm and stopped her, “Rey. Listen to me,” he said gently, pulling her around to face him. “You just opened yourself up very abruptly. I’m sure there were many things that came to you…”

“I know it was him! I felt him. In that room. Not in the Force like you right now. He was there,” she argued, desperate for him to believe her. She growled under her breath, “I know he’s not one with the Force, but I still felt him, right there, at the end of our bond.”

Luke pursed his lips, “I had wondered… Now it seems my suspicions are confirmed.”

Rey felt her frustration grow, “What suspicions?”

Her former master smiled ruefully at her, “It would help if you still had the Jedi texts. There’s something in there I feel we need to explore.”

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Choking On Sapphires 32

Title & Song: Growing On Me

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count: 3500+

Summary: Genevieve gets played by the marriage enthusiast Aggie. - Alfie finds a way to cut through Genevieve’s bad mood. - Genevieve is hit hard with questions about her worth when it comes to romance.

Warnings/Tags: Language. Fluff.

A/N: Every chapter of this story will have a song to work as the title and as a soundtrack. Chapter song is Growing On Me by The Darkness.

Positive feedback is MUCH appreciated! Reblogs, likes, asks and comments feed me to write more! Let me know if you’d like tagged in my work.

My Masterlist. (Includes Parts 1-31)

He's come home to an eerily silent house. No one answers him at the door, and he sees no one on the way to his room. As he's changed into something more comfortable and made his way cautiously around the house, subconsciously heading straight for your room, turning swiftly as he hears a noise from the kitchen.

He pads down the dim back hallways of the house that connect almost all the rooms. He hears you and exhales noisily, putting his gun into the back of his trousers. He moves towards the sound of you talking to yourself as you're leaning over slightly, hands on your knees, looking into the oven window. You have a lovely flowing blue dress on, your hair pulled back messily, bits loose and pieces fall in no certain order.

"Where is everyone?" you hear Alfie call from the other side of the kitchen.

"It's a summer day off I give the house staff before my birthday." you explain, turning to face him, showing a smudged apron and a flushed face.

"What do ya do that for?" he asks, chin moving up as he approaches you, hand on the large wooden butcher block top of the island in the center of the kitchen.

"Well it's very stressful on them. The planning, the cleaning up, tending to guests. It can get a bit wild so some can come upon uncomfortable situations and I like my people happy so I give them time off before and after the party." you explain, laying your pot holders to the surface his hand rested on.

"Well that's nice of ya innit?" he asks rhetorically, looking into the oven behidn you. "What ya got in there?" he asks, head nodding towards the dish.

"Dinner." you say with a chuckle. "Hopefully. It's been well over ten years since I've made it." you say with an uneasy smile and a shrug.

"Well what is it?" he clarifies.

"A Potato Kugel." you say, moving with him as he walks towards the oven.

"What ya makin' a Kugel for luv?" he says with a surprised look on his face.

You turn to sit on a stool by the counter. "Well Aggie reminded me it was the anniversary of Ida's death and got me feeling all nostalgic." you say with sweet inflection to your voice.

"Who's Ida?" he asks, turning to you, hands in his pockets.

"She was the nurse I had from before I even born." your lashes flutter, your eyes moving around the room in memory.

"Has Agatha not been with ya that long?"

"She worked in the same home, but she wasn't my personally assigned nurse." you explain.

"Personally assigned nurse. I forget how posh your upbringing was sometimes." he admits with a small half smile and a quick tilt of his head.

"Hush." you say with a chuckle.

"Was this something Ida made?"

"Yes. I loved it when I was younger. She'd made me one special sometimes." he adores the girlish smile that comes across your face as a good memory dances behind your eyes.

"Was Ida one of mine?" he asks, turning his eyes back to the oven for a moment.

"Yeah." you laugh, finding the way he asked his questions very entertaining from time to time. "I don't know much beyond her being Russian and Jewish though." you admit with a furrowed brow.

"Oi, she was like me 'en wunnit she?" he lets out a surprisingly loud laugh.

"Are you Russian?" you ask, your surprise clear in your high pitched voice.

He grins at your big eyes and open mouth. "Me mother was." he says with a nod.

"Well that's a bit of serendipity isn't it?" you say with a childlike wonderment on your face. "That's lovely." you say with a very charming smile, kicking your feet as they don't touch the floor in the high chair.

"Well we'll remember her fondly tonight with this." you say with a heavy sigh. "Aggie thought I could make it from memory. Although I'm not entriely convinced yet that her faith is misplaced, I just haven't cooked anything in so long."

"Yeah I don't know that I've ever seen ya do much besides put jam on toast." he pauses, his fingers pick at his beard as he thinks. "Nah, you's heatin' up leftovers in a pan one night in 'ere wunnt ya?" he chuckles.

"I'm perfectly capable of cooking, I just haven't had to in awhile. Aggie thought it might be nice for me to make something to eat for once since it'd be just a handful of us here tonight. Not like I had to make a huge meal." you elaborate.

"And what better to make than a Kugel?" he says with a grin.

Then it hits you and you start to laugh, your face moving to your hands on the counter.

"What?" he asks, eyes getting wider.

"I got fucking worked by cheeky 'ol Ags is what." you groan out. "Fell right fucking into that." you sigh, turning to face him, wiping your fingers under your eyes.

He stands, raised eyebrows still waiting for a response.

"It's only going to be a few people here tonight. She knew she could use Ida as an excuse to get me to cook. And of course, she lures me right into making a Jewish dish. And she knew you'd be here tonight for dinner. A dinner that I'm making...cooking for the first time since you've moved in...ya see where this is going?" you ask with a wrinkled nose.

The realization blooms across his face as he laughs out loud, eyes crinkling at Agatha. "Relentless." he says with a shake of her head.

"So she IS bothering you about me as well? Because she's sure as fuck bother me about you." you both start to laugh.

"Of fuckin' course she has been Genny." he says gruffly as if it were the most obvious fact in the world.

"She is persistent if nothing else." you say with a sigh as you both laugh until a sigh builds between you, biding your time over the cripsing Kugel.

"I meant to tell ya when I came in 'an got so distracted by your divine skills in Jewish cookin' that I must've gotten sidetracked with the urge to propose and forgot." he says with a goofy smile.

You blink your eyes at him, giving him a playfully warning smirk.

"I 'eard some boys talkin' 'bout you today." he says with an odd but not off putting expression. "And a few ladies, come to think." he adds with a nod.

"What?" you ask with an unsure shake of your head.

"I 'eard you's the girl that knocked the granny out 'a Darby." he says proudly before his shoulders shake with a silent laugh.

"Oh, the word must be getting around then." you say with a big, slow nod. "It seemed I got hassled less today and I wasn't sure if it was coincidence or not." you say with a thoughtful pout.

"Apparently that second hit gave him a bit of a shiner and with the need for explanation, that he ain't givin', yeah? It's findin' its way around the rumor mill 'bout now. And apart from the normal derogatory terms that are inescapable amongst that sort of company, it's all about you being quite the little bearcat, roughin' up Darby 'n gangsters like me 'n the like." he gives you a sly smile.

You study his face, still smirking at his words. "They aren't talking about us working together?"

"I 'on't fink nobody gives a flyin' fuck as long as the subject of a woman beatin' up a gangster is on the table." he says in a matter of fact sort of way that your find oddly relieving to hear.

"Seems that worked out in my favor." you say with a huff of a laugh.

"You got all of London whispering about what a tough little bird ya are, luv." he says quietly with a supportive smile, leaning in closer to you.

You aren't really sure how to take the news. It was good, but you were still left nervous. You breathe a sigh of relief after a shielded reassuring smile at him before he moves to fetch drinks. The kitchen is quiet, but it's noisy in your head as you wonder how far the word would spread, and even more curious as to how that rumor might change as it traveled. --------------- You're raging with blood to back up your fury as you've barricaded yourself in your studio again for the few days. It isn't unknown to those who have been in your employee for any amount of time how you prefer to be left alone for a few days a month. And by left alone you mean you are probable to yell, and not in polite words at anyone who did anything to upset you. At this point, you ruled as a ditator in your household, you tried to compensate for your behavior with kindness to your staff, the poor dears.

Alfie pads up the stairs, taking his time, listening to shouts from the landing above him, slowly coming into view. He hears a teacup smash and girl hunched over, trying not to look mad, shuffles out of your studio hurriedly. He stands and moves his head with her, watching her rush away. He returns his head with a quick swing as he hears Aggie's familiar sigh and a door shutting.

"My word Mr. Solomons," she says rolling her eyes, "Why are you up here? I told you she wasn't fit for company, poor dear." she says, shoudlers slumped, clearly tired and bless her, she was still trying to shine this in a positive light.

"Well she ain't come down for tea 'an then I's told she was feelin' poorly and I thought it proper to bring her somefin'." he says with a hopeful tone that makes Aggie shut her eyes and took a deep breath and hoping to herself that you'd see how thoughtful this man was one day. "I didn't know what was wrong so I just brought her 'is." he holds up a box from his bakery, flowers limply resting on top, wrapped in paper.

Aggie frowns and he's entirely confused by the expresssion. He thought women liked these sorts of things. Her face is really scowling because of how pleasant he could be in his honesty with his shrugging shoulders and questioning brows.

"You really didn't have to go to all that trouble." she says, biting the inside of her cheek at him.

"Well, she coulda been fuckin' dyin' up here what with how no one would tell me what was wrong with her, eh?" he says with a nod, eyes wide.

"She isn't always in such a foul mood," she says with one last sigh, moving away from the door, letting him enter by his own choice. "But there's always the chance she won't be miserable at you if you go in there and be your charmin', young self at her," she says matter of factly, moving slowly back to the stairs. "I don't care what she says, I know she likes it." she says in a sassy way and to no one in particular even though it was just the two of them upstairs.

He clears his throat, readjusting the box in his grip and knocking swiftly on the door.

"WHAT?" you state loudly, not in anger but in the least rude way you could get away with. The door opens with a quiet squeak as he pushes through his hesitancy, still not knowing what he would be met with.

You are perched on a stool, back slightly hunched with one foot resting on the seat, the other hanging down. You were posed much like a gargoyle on a cathedral with your curved back, a claw-like pose of your hands around the paint brush, extended to the canvas as he enters.

"Genevieve?" you hear his familiar voice, it felt even more warm than usual. He must have been warned. You move your face, stone with a heavy brow to his wide eyed curious face with a sigh.

"Alfie..." you sigh noisily. "Why are you here?" you ask in an annoyed drawn out way.

"Can I come In?" he asks politely, his lips pouting just slightly as your eyes narrowed at him, waiting to walk further into the room. At least he wasn't being a pest.

"Fine." you groan, shaking your head and setting down your brush. You turn to see him walk in, the box you know to be from his bakery in his hands, your stomach grumbles at the sight. You notice the paper on the top actually conceals flowers and is not part of the box and your stone face breaks.

The laugh starts in your chest, your eyes squeezing shut as you put your hands over your face as you laugh. You turn your head back to him as he approaches. You slowly drag your hands down your face, pulling bits of pieces of your already wild and haphazard bun that rested on top of your head down with your fingers. You sigh and exhale in a dramatic way. You leave one hand on your face, your fingers over your mouth. You've stopped laughing by the time he reaches your side. You take in his casual appearance, the smell of rum telling you he'd just gotten home from work.

His eyes meet yours, they're cheerful and you give a half smile at what he must've been told about you in this state. He sees your eyes reflecting something that he thought might be pity and he's not sure why.

"You brought me fucking flowers? You absolute fool." your voice is deeper than usual, more gritty.

"Well you weren't at tea and I was told you felt poorly so..." he shrugs and you lower your hand and take the flowers, moving both legs to a normal sitting position, sitting them on your lap. You readjust the black robe around your shoulders, the paper slides off the slick silk of the floor length gown.

"Why in the hell did you bring me flowers and sweets?" you ask, sounding exasperated but your face read as indifferent, almost amused.

"I was told you felt poorly." he says as if it's obvious. "I thought it proper to bring you somefin." he says in defense of himself. "We live in the same fuckin' house Genevieve, if ya sick, I'm not just gonna ignore you." as he speaks you take the box from his hands and open it, eating one of the round pastries.

"Perhaps you should." you say chewing slowly, your eyes looked tired, the circles under them more visible than the last time he'd seen you.

"Am I not allowed to bring you things when don't feel well now?" he sounds on the precipoce of annoyance to your difficult defaulted setting.

"They didn't tell you why I felt poorly I'm guessing" a single eyebrow raise and subtle half smile, breaking the tight lips that held too much tension.

"Well no but...what's that gotta do with anythin'?" he asks, shaking his head.

"Well, for your ease of understanding, if one were Jewish they might refer to me currently withe term, Niddah." you say, rolling your head back his way, looking for the understanding in his face. It was there.

"Ah." he says rather loudly, making you flinch slightly as you felt sensitive to such things at the moment. "Well everything makes much more sense now, dunnit?" he says with a lazy smirk and a small chuckle as you clearly are holding back a smile, your brow low but your eyes not angry in any way.

You shrug an eyebrow and your shoulders in response.

"Well, you don't gotta separate yourself now do ya? What ya hidin' up here for?" he asks, shoulders losing their stiffness now, his head nodding with his words encouragingly.

"When I feel particularly overwhelmed I isolate myself. I don't like being such a bear so I prefer to be alone," you say evenly, cooly, no offense meant. "I'm guessing your interpretation of ritual is a bit loose since you're still in the room?" you say with a smirk, side-eyeing him, cracking a joke.

"Eh." he shrugs, his voice gruff. "I fuck up most days anyway dunnit I?" he offers with an easy going nod and eye roll at his own words.

This makes you laugh again, a quiet, more chesty laugh, pieces of hair falling into your face as your shoulders shake. You raise your head nodding, taking another heavy breath and looking over him, your face tired but your smile still subtly worn. "Good it isn't kisses and hugs but rather food and solitary I crave while like this isn't it?" you say with a sarcastic tone, your face back to pleasant.

"After the maids warned me of your foul mood, I didn't think bringin' the former in here with me would be particularly useful. " he says with a smile, his eyes playful.

"I'm never entirely opposed to anything." you say low, a humorus twist to your words, keeping your chuckle silent. "However, I do feel much like a busted old boot in this state." you admit, your face frowning slightly.

"Well now I can't have ya talkin' like 'at about yourself now can I?" he says with a sarcastic over the top frown, moving towards you, you narrow your eyes as he approached with an extended arm. He wraps one around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side, after putting your arm around his waist despite your disapproving pout.

You hated how precious the action felt so much in fact, that you started to cramp again.

"I won't wear out my welcome, luv." he says in a warm way that taps against your shield of pouting and frowns. Your raw state, your nostrils twitch at the masculine smell of him as your face was just short of grazing the loose fabric of his shirt. Your mood shifts quickly, as it often does and you swallow as the smell of him relaxes you, breaking through your grumpy phase and pulling you into your stage of craving comfort. "But will you be coming down? I bought some new books and I'm happy to bury my nose in those alone all night if that's what you wish, but I thought it worth askin'." he looks down at you, and you look at him with big kitten like eyes. You sigh and touch his hand that rests on your shoulder with your own.

"You want me to come down for dinner?" you ask, your eyes narrowing from underneath, "Even in this state?" your voice gives away your surprise.

"I want ya in any state, darling." he says, excessively and dramatically throwing his charm at you in an obnoxious way, his head shaking down towards yours, your noses almost touching.

"Fuck off with it now," you say low, your mouth smiling ever so slightly as you shove him away from you by the ribs. He laughs and holds his side as if you'd hurt him. "Fine. I'm fucking starving anyway." you sigh loudly , popping another pastry into your mouth. ------- You're outside in a lovely sheer green dress, matching silk slip, blending you into the rows of flowers as you moved in and out, heading towards the path to go in for tea. You're taking your gloves off, beating them outside the door as you look up and see down the long corridor that something rests on the table by the stairs that you hadn't put there, and in the midst of party planning this puts your senses on high alert. You toss the gloves into the box of tools and use the clean side of your apron to wipe the sweat from your face. You step over the boxes of food and decor for your party that lay in organized piles in the long hallway by the entryway to kitchen.

As you approach your brow furrows, your fingers reaching out lightly to touch the purple petals of an Iris. Your soft expression glances over the large floral arrangement that didn't match anything you'd ordered, you find a card inside. "It's not a field and it's not Faberge but it is French and sent with feeling. Happy Birthday." The swooping signature, as big and obnoxious as the man himself didn't have to be seen to know the alliteration to be of his doing.

"What's these?" you hear Aggie ask moving the mixed arrangement of deep jewel tone flowers, the deep purple of iris's with their yellow accents, maroon and navy, all posed in a vase, black and bejeweled sits hidden under the cascading bottom of deep greenery, fluffing the whole thing to it's ground stature.

"From the missus." you say with a laugh, watching Aggie's face as she reads the odd little poem he's left.

"Christ on the cross, Genevieve, this man," she says handing the paper back to you with a huff and readjustment of her apron. "Sometimes I think it's you that doesn't deserve him." she says, picking up the vase, already knowing to move it to your room.

"Oui," you mumble, a subtle nod. "Sometimes I think that as well." you whisper out. A slow inhale and exhale, looking about the room, knowing you had no time right now to address such feelings that his personal touches left you with. You had a party to stage.

PT 33 Dance The Night Away (NSFW)

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Couldn’t Endure - part four

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Ryuji slowly began distancing himself from everyone. He still laughed when he was supposed to, but the sound was hollow. Most of his outbursts and antics were just for keeping up appearances. Funnily enough, no one reprimanded him for his actions and behavior, which hurt even more. They don’t care about you.

Skull got his wish of being brainwashed and seemed to have his sights set on Queen. After the first two attacks—the lightning still tingled—Queen set about making her own fan. When she had the chance, she stormed over to Skull and slapped him upside the head with it. He shook his head, muttering a quick “thanks”, all while avoiding her piercing gaze. Queen glared him down before deciding she would take up post right beside him.

Joker exchanged a glance with Fox, who merely lifted his shoulders in a fluid shrug.

At the end of the battle, Queen curled her fingers around the crook of Skull’s arm. There was no hiding her surprise when he snatched his arm back. “Skull?”

“Leave me alone,” the blond huffed, shoulders hunching defensively after he shoved his hands into the pockets of his outfit.

“Ryuji,” Joker admonished. If that wasn’t the icing on the cake.

“Of course you’d take her side. It makes me wonder… did you even like me? You obviously don’t.” Joker’s eyes widened, but Skull charged ahead, like he was prone to do, “You two are dating after all!”

The silence that followed Skull’s outburst made the howling wind of the underground subway system even that much louder. It also made the sound of Queen’s slap echo.

’Again,’ Joker thought, remembering that time in Shinjuku.

“I think you should sit the rest of this trip out until you clear your head,” Queen instructed, her voice soft but very deadly. Why would he assume such a foolish thing? Akira was clearly in love with him.

Skull didn’t need to be told twice. “Mona!” he yelled, yanking his mask off as he turned his back on the rest of the Thieves. Ryuji winced as the edge brushed his obviously swelling cheek.

“Ha?!” Mona was ripped from his stupor and stood rigid.

“Get me out of here.”

Mona looked to Joker, who nodded, and quickly transformed. “I’ll be right back. You can still walk around without me.” Ryuji climbed into the van and Mona took off in the direction of their last platform.

Queen stared at her gloved hand and clenched it into a tight fist to stop it from trembling. “Sorry,” she whispered to remainder of the group.

“The Makoto special attack,” Joker quipped.

Queen’s shoulders relaxed as she laughed. “Please don’t. Oh.” She drew herself upright, pounding her fist into her open palm, and spun around to face the group. More specifically—Joker. “Eiko! Ryu—no. That’s why Skull’s behaving like that!”

You two are dating after all! Joker pressed a gloved hand against his face, closing his eyes. ’Ryuji…‘ x

“Be careful,” Mona told Ryuji before driving away from the entrance.

Ryuji waited until he could no longer hear the purring roar of an engine before releasing an anguished scream into the empty space. He punched the nearest wall then sagged against it. “…pathetic."

Skull was nowhere to be found when the rest of the Thieves returned to the entrance after reaching the lowest level of Mementos. He ignored their constant messages in the group chat, and Joker reported that his messages went unseen as well.

Morgana refused to let any of them do anything other than go home and rest, and the small group could only hope their missing friend was doing the same.

Akira made his way up to the third floor just in time to see Makoto walk out of the Student Council room. “Ma—Niijima-senpai,” he called out, quickening his steps. There were too many students loitering around for him to call his upperclassman by her first name like he normally did while away from Shujin.

Makoto’s expression remained somber even after spotting her friend and teammate. “Kurusu-kun. I was just about to come find you. Have you heard any word from Ryuji? Ann said he wasn’t in school today.” She frowned, adjusting her hold on her school case. “He still isn’t answering our messages. This is all my fault,” Makoto finished with a sigh.

“It’s not, but we shouldn’t talk about this here.” The spying eyes never left them and the whispers were starting to grow louder. “Let’s go,” he suggested.

Makoto nodded.

Akira decided Lala needed a break from seeing his face and led the way to Leblanc. When the duo walked into the empty café and Sojiro caught a glimpse of Makoto’s crestfallen expression, he lifted a hand and pointed behind them. Akira paused a moment to flip the sign to CLOSED. Makoto bowed deeply in apology, but the owner merely waved her off.

“What’re you having?”

“An iced coffee, please?”

Sojiro smiled and set about making Makoto’s request.

Morgana hopped out of Akira’s school case, onto the floor, and carefully made his way to the end of the bar. He peered around it to watch the Master work. Sojiro caught the feline staring and assumed he was hungry. One sec, he mouthed. Morgana happily sat, his tail swishing behind him. Once his guests were served and the cat fed, Sojiro decided it was time to clean up a little early and slipped off to the side to begin washing dishes

Makoto kept both hands cupped around the cool glass after taking a sip and exhaled deeply. “I never stopped to think what would happen if word got out about our fake relationship.” Straight to the point. “I never considered Ryuji’s feelings the entire time I dragged you around with me. I’m a horrible friend.”

“You’re not,” Akira argued. “You were looking out for your friend. And you did consider Ryuji’s feelings, but you had no idea that it would affect us the way it did.”

“He usually brushes things off and just keeps on going. I guess I was wrong to make that assumption,” Makoto whispered, ducking her head. It startled her to hear Ryuji dismiss his relationship with Akira so flippantly. Her hand moved on its own before she could think her actions through. Makoto lowered her hands from the counter to clench them together in her lap. “I would like to apologize to him and explain the entire situation, but I can’t if he keeps ignoring us.”

Akira shifted on the stool, digging his phone from his pocket. He opened his contacts app and clicked on Ryuji’s name before holding the phone out to the older teen.

xxx

Ryuji knew he was being an idiot, but he didn’t want to face the truth that Akira no longer liked him. ‘It’s my fault. It’s always my fault. I want to be open about us, but…’

The more he thought about Akira, the more his past reminded him that they could never be. He thought he’d broken free from the mental shackles of his father’s abuse, but his fears now worked together to remind him that he had no future. Every time he closed his eyes, Ryuji saw that man. Standing beside him was Kamoshida, a hoard of shadowy students behind him; all taunting him with sneers and jeers because of who he chose to love. Love?

Ryuji’s eyes flew open at the sharp trilling and he fumbled for his phone. He stopped himself from answering after seeing the name on the screen. The call rang out and the screen went blank. A few short moments later, he was alerted to a voicemail. That was new.

Ryuji put the phone on speaker after deciding to check the voicemail immediately. He was not expecting to hear a girl’s voice after “Akira” called him.

Ryuji, Makoto’s voice started, tinny through the distant speaker. I won’t chastise you for your actions. In fact… I’d like to apologize for mine. I never should have raised a hand against you like that, but what you said about us—Akira and I, was wrong. You, more than anyone, should know how much he cares for you. In case you’re thinking ‘yeah, right’—he’s keeping his distance because he doesn’t want to push you even farther away.

There was a lull in her speech and Ryuji wondered just how much longer the voice mail was going to be. He knew there was a time limit.

Makoto sighed softly through the phone and resumed talking, I would explain everything to you myself, but I doubt you’d want to hear it from me.Talk to Akira if you won’t talk to any of us. He’ll be at Leblanc. Again, I’m sorry, and I hope you’ll accept my apology.

Ryuji stared at his phone, mouth hanging open. He fumbled to save the message when the automated voice told him to, and checked the time. He could still make it before nightfall.

xxx

"He’s still at home,” Futaba murmured, staring at the map on her phone. She lifted her head, confusion written plainly across her face. “In my opinion, I thought you did a good job wooing him. You were so happy after your movie date, too.”

Akira smiled, adjusting his glasses. He’d been on top of the universe after that day. Morgana had to threaten him to stay away from Mementos after he declared he would beat every Shadow singlehandedly. But now Ryuji was trapped in his head, all because of a lie someone told him or he overheard. Akira wished the other boy would talk to him, like he used to do. He figured it would’ve been easier now, especially since they had gotten closer.

“Oh,” Futaba chirped. “He’s on the move.”

Brushing his fringe aside—it fell back over the bridge of his glasses—Akira sat forward to see what their wonderful Oracle saw. The little gold dot she dubbed as “Ryuji” was indeed bouncing along the map.

Futaba snatched the phone back suddenly, pressing the screen almost against her nose. “He’s on the train… going to Shinjuku!?” Her eyes grew wide and worried behind her glasses. “Why is he going there? Didn’t you say Queen told him to come here?”

Sojiro raised an eyebrow at the television he tried to pay attention to. ‘Queen?’

“She did.” Akira easily slipped free of the booth but stopped himself at Leblanc’s front door. He looked over his shoulder at the Master. “I’m heading out to rescue Ryuji.”

Sojiro hummed around the cigarette between his lips. “He’s in Shinjuku, right? Be careful, and try not to get into any more trouble.”

Akira opened the door, the bell jingling, but stopped again before stepping out into the evening. “Morgana?”

The blue-eyed feline didn’t bother showing himself as he responded, “Boss said it all already. Don’t stay out too late.” All Sojiro heard were a series of “meows”.

Akira slipped outside. He broke into a run the moment the door closed behind him, glad not to have the weight of Morgana on his shoulder holding him back. What was Ryuji hoping to gain by going to the Red-light district? Mishima no longer loitered there, though Akira wished the boy would pick a prefecture and stick with it. Futaba sent him short update texts as the train sped along. It wasn’t moving fast enough for Akira. Ryuji was terrified of the men always hitting on him, so what had driven him to that area?

xxx

Ryuji slapped his phone against his head after stepping out of the train and into Shinjuku station. There was no logical explanation for how he ended up at the Red-light district, other than him being an idiot. He’d been so preoccupied with checking all the messages he’d ignored for the past two days that he let the largest crowd guide him. Now, Ryuji was down a few yen and in the one place he didn’t want to be.

On one hand, he could get back on the train and go to Leblanc like he should have, but the latest text from Futaba was in all caps. AKIRA IS ON HIS WAY. DON’T MOVE BLONDIE! D:<

On the other hand, he could sacrifice himself to gain some information while he waited for Akira. Ryuji removed his phone from where he still had it pressed against his forehead, now slightly reddened from the impact, and shoved it into his pocket. If he recalled correctly, the terrifying duo often walked the streets of Shinjuku. Their sixth senses were probably tingling like crazy now that he’d finally started making his way out of the station.

Ryuji would fight for his virtue and emerge from the battle victorious, with more knowledge and guts. ‘Please don’t take long, Akira…!’

xxx

Akira did not run around Shinjuku looking for Ryuji. He walked briskly through its streets. After passing Chihaya twice, he stopped to ask the fortune teller if she could do a reading.

Chihaya smiled sweetly and pointed across the street. “Crossroads. The owner rescued him.”

Akira wanted to kiss her, but he was saving that for Ryuji. He thanked the woman before jogging the distance from her setup to the bar. Taking a deep breath, he composed himself before entering. Lala met his eye before sweeping a hand in the direction of the lone figure sitting at the counter. The blond head was bowed low, oblivious to the world around him. Lala cleared her throat very loudly, and Ryuji sat up with a start, looking from the bar owner to where she pointed. His eyes widened and Akira could see flight rather than fight kick in, which wasn’t like Ryuji at all.

Akira sighed deeply, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Lala. I’m sorry that I keep inconveniencing you like this.”

The bar owner waved a hand, a small smile on her face. “I told you the last time you were here, it’s refreshing and welcome to hear about youths in love.”

Akira shook his head frantically, but the damage was already done. Ryuji forced a grin onto his face as he thanked Lala, and hopped down from the bar and stormed past the bar stools to reach the door. Ryuji glared at the obstacle named Akira that was blocking him from the exit. “Move,” he growled.

“I’m not moving until you listen to me. You’re only hearing what you want to hear and that’s not good enough.”

Ryuji clenched his fists at his sides. “You brought Niijima here last time and you talked about how much you love each other. That’s what I’m hearing!”

Lala drew everyone’s attention with her hearty laughter. “That’s not what happened. Maybe you two should sit down after all.”

“Thank you, Lala,” Akira groaned as he made his way to the counter. Ryuji reluctantly followed, still sulking. “I feel like I need a drink.”

“Water it is, then.”

Akira pouted as he climbed onto the bar stool.

“That won’t work on me,” Lala scoffed, moving to the end of the bar to prepare her recurring guest something to drink. Ryuji’s old glass of ginger ale still untouched, but Lala would replace it as well.

Akira turned his head once Ryuji settled beside him, a small smile settled on his face. “You are a hard man to win over, Sakamoto.” Ryuji clicked his tongue, glaring at his hands as he wrung his fingers together. Akira took the fact that Ryuji had no comeback to mean the other teen was willing to listen. He sat up straight after remembering Chihaya’s words. “You rescued him?” Akira inquired when Crossroads’ owner placed a tea on the countertop in front of him.

Lala frowned as she remembered seeing the teen get manhandled by the men she dubbed as troublemakers of Shinjuku. The blond was trembling something terrible when she finally managed to free him from their clutches. “Yes." She wouldn't go into details, since she only saw half of the incident. Besides, it was his story to tell. "He said he was waiting for you, so I told him it would be safer to wait at the bar.”

Akira faced the quiet boy beside him. “Ryuji—”

“I wanted to talk to them,” Ryuji snapped, nails digging into the palm of his hand. “But they refused to listen to what I had to say.” Their touch—he didn’t want to add that to the list of nightmares he already experienced. “I couldn’t very well beat them up… I’d probably have gotten arrested.”

Akira slipped his fingers beneath his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Lala. I think it’s best if we took this conversation home. I feel like it’s going to be a long night and I’d rather not inconvenience you any more than I already have.”

“Ichiko does a better job of that than you,” Lala chuckled, but the love she held for the journalist was quite obvious.

Akira smiled and took a sip of his tea before climbing down from the bar seat. Ryuji made to follow, but Lala lightly tapped the back of his hand, which was pressed atop the counter to stop him. He was surprised he didn’t flinch away from the touch.

“It’s not my business to meddle in anyone’s affairs, but I will say that your friends love you. The headstrong boy waiting by the door and staring at me suspiciously—” Ryuji’s lips twitched into a grin and Lala counted that as a win. “He probably loves you even more than all of them combined.”

“Everyone tells me I’m an idiot,” Ryuji sighed. “And I kinda proved it to them with the way I’ve been acting, but I think I see that now.” His grin widened, growing brighter. “I’ll come back and let you know how things work out. Maybe you’ll let me rent a room in the back?”

“Not a chance.” Lala dismissed him with a flick of her hand.

Ryuji was laughing as he made his way to where the other teen stood, and Akira enjoyed the sight and sound he’d greatly missed.

xxx

Ryuji walked into Leblanc first. Akira didn’t want him bolting at the last minute and stood guard over the door. Ryuji was not expecting to be ambushed by Futaba and Yusuke. “What’re you doing here, Inari!?” he yelled, an accusatory finger pointed at the tall, glaring teen.

Sojiro rubbed the back of his neck, idly wondering where these names were coming from.

Yusuke quickly shuttered his worried expression to one of indifference as he crossed his arms. “Futaba invited me to keep her company. I merely used that as an excuse to enjoy Leblanc’s wonderful coffee while admiring “Sayuri”. I guess I lost track of time. I was certainly not waiting for Akira to bring you back so I could tell you that your behavior has been very troublesome. I worked too hard,” he muttered beneath his breath, though everyone still heard him loud and clear.

Futaba shot him a bewildered side glance before rolling her eyes and glaring at the blond. A jab to his chest accompanied her words, “Don’t ever do that again! You’re not allowed to run off, especially to Shinjuku. You never shut up, so what’s different about this time?”

“Futaba,” Sojiro chastised.

“Sojiro,” Futaba whined, cheeks inflating before she released a sharp puff of air. “If Akira and Ryuji were to get together, what would you think?”

Ryuji took an aborted step towards the shorter teen, drawing back to stare wide-eyed at the café owner.

Sojiro hummed thoughtfully, his steely gaze locked on the two teens darkening the entrance of his café. The blond stepped back, shoulder brushing Akira’s chest, but Akira made no attempt to put any distance between them. He was the first one Akira brought by, second only to the cat. “I’d think… it’s about damn time,” he muttered.

Futaba turned back to Ryuji with a look that screamed See?! Yusuke nodded in agreement.

Akira didn’t think Ryuji’s eyes could grow any wider. He worried they might pop out of the boy’s head. He slipped an arm around his waist, guiding him away from the duo and farther into the café. “I think that’s enough for now. Futaba, thank you. Yusuke. Do you need money for the train?”

“Nope.” Sojiro was already removing his apron. “I told him I’ll give him a ride back to his dorms.”

Now it was Akira’s turn to look stumped. “But you told me—”

“That was the passenger’s seat,” Sojiro reminded him with a warning glare as he walked around the counter. “Futaba’s coming along for the ride.”

“Shotgun,” Futaba giggled, hands clasped together. Yusuke stood beside her, a smile on his face. He was always glad to save a few yen.

“Okay,” Akira mumbled.

“Hurry up and go to sleep,” Sojiro told him. “I think the boy’s suffering from shock.”

Akira’s arm tightened reflexively around Ryuji, who had yet to say anything about the impromptu intervention. He leaned around Ryuji to see his face as he asked, “Do you want to spend the night?”

Ryuji blinked slowly, turning to stare at Akira. Akira, who he stumbled over trying to chase down one of his demons; Akira, who helped him confront those same demons. Akira, who was always at his side until Ryuji pushed him away. A little life returned to his eyes and he began fidgeting in Akira’s hold. “Yeah,” he murmured “Just let me tell my mom.”

Akira slipped his hand away and gave Ryuji his privacy by seeing the small group out of the café. Sojiro ushered the children out, pulling on his hat as he followed. He nodded at Akira before closing the door. Akira locked it after the sign was flipped. When he turned around, Ryuji was nowhere to be seen. He crossed to the stairs, climbing them quickly, and found the missing teen sitting on the sofa.

Ryuji grinned at the brunet’s frantic expression. “What? You thought I climbed out the window? Nope, just being creepy and watching Mona.”

“Very creepy,” Morgana mumbled, curled up on the other end of the sofa. He’d left his usual perch and joined Ryuji there.

Akira relaxed and went to collect the clothes he’d dubbed as Ryuji’s after their first sleepover. It was time to get ready for bed. Morgana claimed the couch. He’d made an exaggerated display of stretching his body as far across the cushion as possible. Ryuji made sure Akira was looking the other way before making a rude gesture. Morgana sputtered to gain Akira’s attention, pointing a paw at the blond. Akira arched an eyebrow at Ryuji and received a blinding grin as a response. That was all the answer he needed and brushed Morgana off as tired.

Akira climbed onto the futon first, pressing as close to the wall as possible to make room.

Ryuji sat down, hesitating. “I’m sorry—”

“Ryuji,” Akira sighed. “Tomorrow. We can talk tomorrow. No. We will talk tomorrow.”

“I won’t run away anymore,” Ryuji promised, swinging his legs up so they rested alongside Akira’s.

“I’ll make sure of it,” Akira yawned.

Ryuji startled at the arm being wrapped around his waist, but eventually relaxed into the embrace and closed his eyes. Despite the warmth of the summer month, he enjoyed Akira being pressed against his side.

[part five] [part six]

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