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Touch: Chapter 7

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, and a new version of the sequels

Word count: 7.6K

Author’s note: Everything comes down to this- the final chapter :)

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Chapter 7: Journey's End

He’s searching for someone. Who? He’s not quite sure anymore. A Kenobi not yet brought to the dark side, now running loose, should be his enemy. Another target to hunt down before the resistance gains another leg up. A companion gifted to him by the force, however- someone who needs him just as much as he needs her- that’s something entirely different altogether. If he is meant to rule the galaxy with her by his side, then he now has no way of protecting her. What if they find her first? What if she strays from her purpose- from our purpose?

He knows that if you were to turn against him, you could very well be his downfall. What if I don’t have the strength to stop her?

He paces the room, his mind racing through multitudes of possibilities and their solutions. The tablet still sits open on the table, the red indicator for the missing ship’s tracker still lying to him. You are gone. And he has no way of finding you. Unless…

The force has brought us together before, he thinks, focusing on you; on the shift in the atmosphere- in the force itself- when you were present. He calls out to the force.

And it answers him.

As if rounding a corner, you walk in, your name immediately tumbling from his lips.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

You’re walking- almost jogging- through the resistance base, discerning faces and scanning over heads in the search for Poe. Come on, come on, where is he? You pull a couple of different people aside, asking them if they’ve seen Dameron, only to be met with shrugs and wild guesses. You start to make your way out of the main rooms and begin to weave through hallways, praying to the force that you don’t get yourself lost in the maze of the bustling base. You come to a fork and stop for a moment before you feel the force pulling you to the left. Rounding the corner, you stop dead in your tracks at the sound of your name and the sight of your abandoned Commander.

“Where are you?” He asks right away, his voice gentle.

Why would the force do this now, of all times? “I need to go,” you say curtly. You try to move past him, but he steps over, blocking your way.

“You were so close,” he says low, his brown eyes boring into yours.

You pause and take a breath to speak, but you can’t seem to find anything to say.

“Please, come back to me,” he pleads, his voice breaking, “I feel so lost.”

You shake your head, taking a step back. He closes the gap, his face just inches from yours.

“Come home,” he whispers, bringing his arms up to your sides. He lowers his eyes to level with yours and moves to grab your shoulders.

Just before his hands touch you, the man right in front of your face snaps to Poe Dameron, whose hands are now holding your shoulders.

“Hey, you!” he greets with a smile.

You jump, breathing hard.

“Woah, woah, hey-” his voice drops as he immediately switches gears, “you okay, Kenobi?”

Relaxing into his grasp, you let his strong arms keep you steady as you collect yourself.

“Yeah, yeah-”

“Deep breaths,” he interjects.

You nod, swallowing hard. “I need you to come with me to Coruscant.”

“Just me?”

You nod again.

“Why?”

“I have something you need.” You watch excitement grow in his face as he nods, taking your hand.

“Well, then, what are we waiting for?”

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

You land on Coruscant shortly before Poe does, as he had followed you closely on the trip over. You land further off than you normally would, attempting to divert attention to from your house.

When you walk in, you realize that this time, the house feels stale. There’s a noticeable layer of dust on the surface- this place hasn’t been so well kept. Did Vilya just… stop taking care of this place?

Poe lands even further yet, and waits a while to follow you into your home.

“So,” he starts, looking around at your home. “this yours, or?”

“Yeah,” you answer quick, focused on what you came for. You head straight into your parent’s bedroom and withdraw the wayfinder from its hiding spot for the last time.

Poe is looking around when you return. You hold it out towards him. His eyes widen.

“Here.”

“How the hell did you manage to get this from them?” He asks with a grin, taking it from your hands to inspect it.

“I didn’t.”

He freezes, looking up at you. “Then how do you have it?” Though his words form a question, his sudden shift to a cold tone frames it more like a statement.

“It’s a long story, Poe.”

“Oh, we’ve got time,” he retorts. He pockets the wayfinder.

Staring back at him, your expression shifts from nervous to hurt. Does he not trust me? I guess I didn’t think about how I would explain this to him. How do I even begin to explain everything?

“You’re lucky I trust you,” he adds, pulling up a chair to sit and motioning for you to follow suit, “or you wouldn’t still be standing. Now talk.”

You nod, sitting down in front of him. You know you can’t blame him for his reaction- any person with half a brain would respond in kind. You’ve never seen Poe this guarded before though- especially with you- and it’s unsettling, to say the least. Shaking off your discomfort, you collect yourself.

“Remember how my parents left me a few gifts after they disappeared?”

He nods.

“That was one of them. But it was different then. The light in there was green. It felt different when I carried it.”

“Different how?”

“It wasn’t anything... dark; just the opposite, actually- it was light. And it promised hope. And I used it to find Luke.”

“Skywalker?”

You nod. “Turns out, he changed it so my dad could find him down the line- but when my dad disappeared, he changed it so I could use it.”

“That’s a real convoluted way of leaving an emergency contact,” he quips, relieving some of the tension in the room.

“Wasn’t my idea,” you defend, putting your hands up.

“Fair point…” he affirms with a soft smile. “So why’d it change?”

“Well, Luke smashed it the second I showed it to him.”

Poe laughs, “right.”

You can’t tell if he was being sarcastic, but you’d rather not try to clarify. Instead, you continue. “But I wanted it back. It was still something my parents gave me, and I thought maybe it was worth a shot.”

“So, what, you built a new one?”

“No, no, I, uh…” You pause, realizing this is going to sound ridiculous. “I reached out to the force, and it… fixed it.”

Poe stares blankly.

Desperate to move things along so as to not waste anymore time, you give up on trying to explain it. “It would make more sense if I could show you.”

“Sure,” he says hesitantly, clearly not buying your story, but not in complete disbelief either.

“May I?” you ask softly, lifting your hand to his temple.

He shoots you a confused look, but when your expression remains completely serious, he finally nods.

You place your hand on the side of his head and call out to the force. Please. Let me show him. Show him what you showed me... Show him the wayfinder.

Your memories flash through the front of your mind- holding the wayfinder, hiding it, using it to find Luke, watching it shatter, reaching into the dark side to retrieve it, seeing Exegol, hiding it from Poe, hearing of it on the resistance base, and handing it to Poe. You drop your hand in your lap, watching Poe’s expression shift from confusion to resolution.

“I’ll be damned,” he murmurs. “You’re a special one, Kenobi.” He stands.

“So you’ll get it to Rey?”

“I will.”

“Do you think General Organa will be okay with it?”

“I think she’ll be relieved to know it’s almost over.”

You nod, taking a deep breath in relief. It’s almost over, you repeat to yourself.

“What’ll you do?”

You stand. “You’ll need time to get everyone ready and get over to Exegol, right?”

He nods.

“I’m gonna buy you some time.”

His face falls as he mutters your name in disbelief, his head tilting slightly to one side.

“I’ll make sure the Order isn’t on your backs. And if they are, like I said: I’ll buy you some time. I’m kind of a big deal over there,” you joke half-heartedly.

He shakes his head. “Are you sure?” he asks, concern saturating his tone. He knows better than to try to stop you- not because you couldn’t be convinced otherwise, but because he knows damn well he’d try to pull the same card if he were in your shoes. That was something the two of you undeniably had in common- the guts it takes to come up with big plans, and the iron will to try no matter how risky.

“I’m sure,” you answer with a deep breath, “it’s the least I can do.”

He nods, reaching out to shake your hand. You oblige, before he immediately pulls you into a proper hug. “Just come back to us, okay?” he whispers.

“Only if you promise to come back too.” You pull away just enough to look him in the eyes.

Poe lets out a breathy laugh. “You’ve got a deal.”

With one final squeeze, you both let go.

Poe heads straight to his ship and you watch him take off.

You’re about to jump into your own ship when you pause for a moment. Though you made a promise, you both knew it wasn’t one you were certain you could keep. You decide that, just in case you don’t make it back to your new home- to your family- you want to get one last look at the place you grew up in. Just a few minutes can’t hurt.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

He’s tearing through space in his TIE Whisper, combing through the galaxy using the force- though it isn’t helping as much as he had hoped. He feels like he’s holding his hands straight out in front of him, reaching into darkness, feeling around blind, hoping that eventually his fingers will graze your shoulder just long enough for him to understand how he can reach you. She’s close. I can feel it.

He glances at the navigator and sees a familiar planet marked on the map. He looks up, almost as if to confirm that this map isn’t lying to him too. Coruscant is right there. He thinks back to the tablet- to the tracker installed in his ship that you managed to remove. He’s hesitant. Would she really have come here? Where I could so easily find her? Is she leading me away from something else? He debates diverting his path, feeling stuck between going after his latest lead and going after you. If she is my way forward, he reasons, then I can have both.

Arriving at Coruscant, he sees a ship parked away from your home and lands next to it. It felt odd to be back at this place- it’s been a while since he last visited.

With your first trip home, he used the tracker in your ship to pinpoint where your house was. In between your visits home, he would stop by to search through your house, ensuring his own security. Unfortunately, on one such visit, he ran into a woman dressed as a stormtrooper stocking up some food in your cupboards, her face red and stained with tears. Even worse, he recognized her; she tried to replace him years ago. He knew it would only be a matter of time before she turned you away from him, used you against him, or managed to do both. He was quick to dispose of her.

He leaves his helmet in his ship and walks up to the doorway, in which the door was wide open. For a moment, he worries that this is a trap, but the thought vanishes the moment he sees you. You’re alone, humming to yourself as you stand in the center of the main area, looking around the space. Again, he speaks your name into the silence.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

You jump at the sound of a familiar voice calling to you, whipping around to see Kylo standing in the door.

“I was worried I’d never find you again,” he professes breathily as he rushes towards you, raising his arms to embrace you.

You step back, uncertain of what to say.

He stops while his brows stitch together upward in a pained expression of confusion, arms slowly returning to his sides.

“I don’t need you anymore,” you assert, finally finding your words. “I found someone to restore my memory. I just wanna be home now.”

“But you promised…” he trails off.

Your heart breaks as you watch his face. He looks exhausted. Desperate. Lost. You think of the resistance and the friends counting on you as they prepare for their hardest fight yet. You think of what Luke had said to you when you first met: ‘You can guide him back.’

“I can’t do this without you,” he adds, his voice hovering just above a whisper.

Taking a deep breath, you nod. “Okay… But I won’t go back to the Finalizer-”

“You won’t have to,” he interjects, “I know where to go. Just come with me. Please.” He offers his hand to you.

You take it, your motions stuttering for a moment as a wave of déjà vu hits you- you’ve seen this before too. Maybe this is how the force reassures me that this is the right way, you wonder, by reminding me of those visions.

As your hands join, you both pause to take in the moment before moving on. Kylo leads you out of your house and onto his personal ship. He plugs in a new set of coordinates and takes off.

You’re both silent on the way over. Kylo is focused on piloting the ship, eager to get wherever it is you’re going as fast as possible. Meanwhile, you’re thinking about everything that suddenly seems to be happening at once, worried that you’re bound to let someone down. Before you can worry about it any longer, you seem to arrive at the destination as Kylo lands his ship.

He steps out and offers his hand to help you step down onto the slippery surface of the wreckage, surrounded by raging sea. The roaring waves seem to you like a physical manifestation of the dark chaos that surrounds this place. In your mental periphery, whispers tease as your thoughts. You brush them off, focusing on your footsteps. One step at a time. Keep moving forward.

Kylo guides you through the wreckage of the destroyed spacecraft, eventually making it to the room in which the wayfinder was kept. Your heart stops as you watch him pick up a pyramid made of stone and green glass. There’s another one? As he picks up the guiding device, admiring it, your heart continues to sink as you realize: not only is our deal over, but now the resistance is in danger.

He turns to you.

“Is that the wayfinder?” you ask, hoping he’ll buy into your clueless act. Think, you plead with yourself.

He nods.

“So… what did you need me for?”

“We can move forward now- together,” he begins, closing the gap between the two of you.

You pause for a moment, trying to think of something to say, desperate for a course of action. I can’t convince him to stop. But I can’t let him have that wayfinder. Suddenly, it dawns on you.

You hold your hand out in front of you. “Can I hold it?” you ask, softening your tone as best as you can.

“You won’t be able to use it. You don’t even understand-”

“I know, but… The Force gives me visions. Sometimes it shows me the past, sometimes it guides me towards the future.” You place a hand on his shoulder. “I want to understand,” you whisper.

He nods, gently placing the object in your hands.

You take a couple of steps back as you stare down at it. Visions of Exegol flood your mind again- but this time, darkness grows as lightning erupts from below the surface up into the sky above. Your eyes widen. No, focus, you reprimand yourself. You look up at Kylo. Without another word, you think of Luke and smile.

“What do you see?” He asks as his face begins to light up.

With as much strength as you can muster, you catapult the wayfinder through the massive broken window on your left.

Kylo’s gaze follows the object as it flies into the violent waves outside. In an instant, curious eyes flip to rage. He draws his saber.

Without a moment of hesitation, you draw both of your own sabers.

“First, I killed your father,” he growls, his volume rising as he walks around you in a circle, “then, I killed your friend-”

Vilya, you realize in horror, no!

“Don’t make me kill you too,” he yells, his threat echoing against the metallic walls surrounding you.

With a yell, you charge at him, lifting both sabers and bringing them down towards his head.

A clash rings out as his saber crashes into your own, blocking your attack. Kylo pushes up and to the right, forcing your blades off of his own and bringing them downward.

As he attempts to swipe at your legs, you jump and twist around to swing towards his arm.

He spins out of your blade’s path as you land and jumps off the mass of shrapnel behind him, pushing his blade straight down towards your shoulder.

You roll out of the way and jump up as Kylo swings at you again, meeting his blade with one of yours. You aim your other saber at his side, but he swings down to catch it with is.

With an angry yell he begins to swing wildly, moving towards you. You start to walk backwards to maintain distance, catching his blade with one of yours at the end of every swing.

Making your way out of the room, you manage to find an opening and graze his side as you spin your saber around his arm.

He retracts for just a moment- just long enough for you to turn and run.

He chases you outside of the decaying construct, catching the back of your thigh with the tip of his saber.

With a cry, you reflexively spin around with your blades pointed towards him. Your foot nearly slips on the soaked metal you stand on, but you manage to catch yourself and use it to slide over to dodge another attack.

Kylo continues to push you backward as he swings at you with increasing speed and ferocity, his anger guiding his every move. He lifts his saber over his head and forces it downward, meeting both of your sabers crossed over one another in a screaming clash.

You struggle to keep the red saber away as he pushes down, forcing you onto your knees.

“After everything I did for you,” he spats through gritted teeth, “you destroyed our future.”

Just as your arms are about to give out, the pressure suddenly lifts and Kylo stares out blankly.

He hears his mother’s voice calling out to him. ‘Ben,’ she whispers.

In an instant, you realize this is your only chance to get out alive. I promised. You spin back up to your feet and bring your blade down on Kylo’s thigh.

He feels that she’s fading, and a searing pain in his leg tears him away from her, and then she’s gone. He drops to his knees with a cry.

Before he can retaliate at all, you’re sprinting towards his ship. He stands to chase after you, but as he turns, he sees his father, Han Solo, standing in the way. Another wave crashes over him. The water comes down, and with it, Han Solo is gone.

And you are flying away.

I can still buy them time.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

When Kylo finally gets back to the Finalizer, you are the only thing on his mind. Finding you has never been more crucial to his life’s work.

However, the moment he arrives, he’s called to the throne room. His search will have to wait- just for a while. Soon.

Walking in, he kneels before Snoke, who briefly delivers the news.

Time suddenly moves differently as the words ring in his mind. ‘She’s been sent for execution. She is useless to us now- and only a distraction to you. A weakness to be eliminated.’

Unbridled fury blinds him and commands his body to move. Though his mind is far from him, his body is swift in its delivery of judgement. It all seems to move past him in a blur. She’s dead, he hears, over and over and over in his mind, screaming louder and louder. She’s dead. My future is gone before I could even reach her. She’s dead.

When his body finally stops, his chest heaving in labored breath, he looks around him to see bodies scattered across the floor. Snoke’s legs still sit in his throne, but his torso lies on the ground beside it. The blood of the praetorian guards riddles their already-red suits with dark crimson splotches.

He’s killed his way through everyone that attempted to confuse him- to turn him from his destiny- and yet he’s never felt so lost.

But before he has another moment to think, someone else reaches out to him.

‘Kylo Ren,’ a familiar voice called out in his mind, ‘You are losing your way- straying from the legacy of your grandfather. Join me. Allow me to guide you again.’

“Okay,” Kylo whispers to himself. He finally tears his eyes away from the slaughter he’s surrounded himself with and heads to his ship, on which a map through the Unknown Regions has been transmitted. Ignoring the unfolding chaos around him, he takes off from the Finalizer’s hangar, headed for Exegol.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

As the troopers drag you away for execution, adrenaline slows time down to a crawl. You think about everything that has seemed to go wrong since you made it to Chandrila, and how every decision- whether for better or worse- has brought you here. You think about your father, the man you never got to meet again who died just the same way you’re about to. It’s almost poetic. Almost.

You think about the people you care about. Vilya, who sacrificed her livelihood and her life for you. Poe, whose promise you’d be breaking. Kylo, who may never make it back to the light. Finn and Rey, who trained with you and welcomed you into the family you never had. Luke, who became like a father to you. Obi-Wan, the man who believed in you despite the odds, and would now have to be let down.

Be with me, Grandfather, you think as the troopers bring you to your knees, the laser ax humming near your ear.

‘Bring balance back to the force,’ his voice replied urgently, ‘balance, padawan.’

You hear the whispers of the dark side teasing your mind again, and this time, you take its hand. In one swift movement, you wrench from their grasp, turn around, and lift both troopers off the ground in a chokehold with the force. The moment they fall unconscious, you dash to the hangar, taking the lesser-known hallways and shortcuts you've grown acquainted with to get there as fast as you can undetected. When you arrive, you run to the closest ship and hop in, taking off the moment the ship starts running. Though some troopers notice your sudden departure via an unauthorized ship, their blasts are powerless against your escape.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Arriving back to the resistance base, you’re surrounded by chaos. Countless ships are beginning to take off, while many others are speeding around to gather their supplies and say just-in-case goodbyes and well wishes. Looking for any familiar face, you find Finn handing off gear to some pilots.

“Finn!” You call out over the noise of the crowd, weaving through the bodies to reach him.

His head perks up at his name, and upon your arrival, he greets you.

“Have the others left yet?”

“Rey is already there. I think Poe is on his way, but he’s still reaching out to our allies for help.”

You nod. “What about General Organa?” you ask, realizing the normally hands-on general is nowhere to be seen.

Finn's face falls. He glances to the pilots, who wear a similar expression, and they take the rest of the gear before promptly heading off to their respective ships.

“She’s gone,” he says finally.

Your heart sinks. I didn’t know…

“But we carry on,” he adds. “In her honor, and in the name of everyone we've lost along the way.” Finn puts his hands on your shoulders. “We could use your help.”

“I’m no pilot-”

“No,” he interjects, shaking his head, “Help Rey.”

“I don’t know if I can-”

“You have to try,” he pleads.

His look of desperation takes you back.

“Someone has to try,” he reiterates. “I’ve seen you train. You’re the only one of us who can keep up with her, and I’m worried she can’t do it alone.”

“Okay,” you nod, “I’ll try.”

He pulls you in for a hug, whispering a ‘thank you’ beside your ear.

“I’ll see you later then,” you suppose.

“See you there,” he confirms as he takes off towards the base.

You get back into the ship you had taken from the Finalizer to find that Finn sent you the map they had retrieved from the wayfinder. With a deep breath and a prayer to the force, you take off to Exegol.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Rey steps off of her ship and onto the ground of Exegol with Leia’s lightsaber in hand. Before her stands- no, floats- what must be an old Sith temple just above the planet’s surface. She looks up at the massive black structure as lightning strikes the ground nearby at random. She moves forward, eventually finding a platform that begins to lower her underground.

She watches the statues surrounding her grow in height as the platform falls lower and lower until it finally stops. She steps off and follows the guidance of the force as it leads her into the amphitheater that holds Darth Sidious, held by the Ommin Harness, and his throne. She slowly walks up to Sidious, who greets his granddaughter with an all-too ominous sense of anticipation.

With words he knows will sting, Sidious taunts her, insisting that her legacy is here. Though a comment on her parents and a threat to her friends tempts her for a moment to give in, the force pulls her back as she realizes: I’m not alone.

You’ve arrived- she can feel it. And you’re just in time.

She steps away, the hum of her drawn saber echoing in the massive room.

Sidious senses a shift and pulls back. At the same time, the Sovereign Protectors make their way out of the shadows.

Rey brings her blade up with a smile.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Kylo lands beside an old X-Wing fighter when he arrives to the stormy planet. The dark side is potent here, meaning that the light stands out all the more- and Rey is a crimson stain on a blanket of snow. He doesn’t need to see her to know that she’s already here. In his mind, though, it’s just one more person from a long line of people that must be eliminated.

“All these lives, just for control?” The voice of Han Solo beckons from behind, stopping Kylo in his tracks.

Kylo keeps his back to the ghost of his father. “They’re sacrifices for the greater good. Control can put an end to the suffering.”

“The suffering will never end, son. It’s life. And no matter how hard you try, you’ll always find more like me- people who want to really live.”

“I killed you!” Kylo bellows, fists clenching at his side. “What makes them any different?”

“Did you?” Han asks, taking steps towards his son.

Kylo stops. For once, he’s wordless.

“No matter how hard we try to run, we always end up back home. The sooner you accept that, the easier your life is gonna be, kid.”

“I have no home,” he laments, turning his head back just over his shoulder.

Then, Leia speaks: “Oh, that’s a terrible excuse.”

Finally, Kylo turns around to see his father and mother standing side by side, looking at him with nothing but compassion in their eyes.

“Pave a new path, Ben,” Leia beckons.

He takes a few long moments to think.

“There’s so many choices,” he finally whispers.

“It never matters how many options there are,” she reassures him, “you’ll know which one is right.”

“But even the right path seems so dark now.”

“The light will find you,” Leia encourages.

“It always does,” Han adds.

His parents fade, and he turns to stare out to the horizon. With a grunt, he throws his saber. As it arcs in the air, a bolt of lightning strikes down, running through the lightsaber and reaching the ground. The hilt cracks as it falls to the dead earth, the kyber crystal inside shattered into pieces.

No more.

“Ben?”

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

When you arrive to Exegol, you take comfort in the feeling of having been here before; it gives you more confidence in your ability to help Rey. Landing near the massive black box that seems to float on the planet’s surface, you notice two other ships are already there. You take your place in line with them and step out of your ship.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the man you had been running from for so long now. He stands at a distance, his body half-facing you, and yet he seems to be staring off into nothing, taking no notice of your arrival. You watch as he throws his lightsaber into the horizon, a lightning bolt catching it as it flies.

You hesitantly walk towards him, but as you approach, you realize something is off. The man before you is not at all the man you had come to know, and at the same time, he has never seemed to be more himself. Suddenly, you’re reminded of one of the first times you had seen into his mind, all those months ago: the visions of his mother longing for him to come home- the sound of her calling his name. As you look to the man before you, only one name comes to mind; so, in a shaky voice, you call to him:

“Ben?”

He turns to you. The light. His mind takes a moment to process the sight in front of him. He runs to you. Before you can embrace, he stops just short. But what if she’s only a ghost, too; here to haunt me for my failure?

You sense his hesitation, his fear, and his aching heart. You take his hand in both of yours. “It’s me,” you affirm softly.

His shoulders relax as he lets out a shaky, thankful breath. She’s alive. Despite his moment of blissful victory, he is still left unsure of what to do or say next.

Something tells you he didn’t come here to help. Yet, you know now that he can. Together, you think.

“I have to do this,” you finally say, your voice carrying a greater confidence than you were used to.

“I know,” he says softly.

“And you do too.”

He nods. “Together.”

You remove your sabers from your belt and hold them out in front of you. Your eyes linger on the saber in your left hand- Anakin’s saber. The one Kylo unknowingly brought you to in Tatooine. The one Luke gifted to you and trained you with. The one that could bring balance to the force when carried with the other. Looking back up at Ben, you hand him his grandfather’s lightsaber.

You both draw your grandfathers’ blades as the Knights of Ren suddenly surround you. Clashing blades and strained yells and thuds of bodies ring out in a cacophony accompanied by the sound of thunder as you fight. As blades once turned against each other return back to weapons meant to work together, you both feel the spirits of Obi-Wan and Anakin guide your minds and your blades to act as one. Though fighting well, the Knights of Ren could not stop the power set in motion by the two of you.

It's as if the force is using you both to heal a wound neither caused.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Luke was first caught off guard by the smell of smoke, as if a giant bonfire had been started somewhere nearby. It wasn’t until he saw the source of the smoke that he began to panic.

Running towards the old tree, he’s horrified to see flames engulfing the trunk. As he begins to hopelessly attempt to put out the flames, he realizes Yoda has been standing there all along in his ghostly form.

“Help me!” Luke cries out in desperation.

“No need, there is. Start the fire, I did.”

Luke stops as Yoda’s words sink in. “You did what?”

“Time, it is. Pave a new path, we must. One of balance. Set in motion, you must,” Yoda explains.

“But we could still use those!”

“Create something new, you cannot, if, cling to the old, you will.”

Though a little reluctant to admit it, Luke sees the truth of Yoda’s words, even if he disagreed with the drastic actions taken to underline them. It was time to let go of the idea that there could only be one or the other- light or dark. He could still leave a legacy, but it could be a better one; it could be dedicated to accepting the balance already within the force.

“So how do we start?”

“Your nephew- needs you, he does. To Exegol, you must go. Made right, wrongs will be.”

Luke wonders if perhaps the force will make a way for him, so he could still help guide his nephew; perhaps he didn’t fail Ben completely. Maybe he could help his latest padawans, too. But there’s only one way to know.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

You and Ben manage to finish off the Knights of Ren and make it down to the throne room of the Sith Citadel by the time Rey defeats the last of the Sovereign Protectors.

As Rey steadies herself again, the three of you line up and ready your blades. For a moment, with the each of you giving it your all, it seems you just manage to counter every move Sidious can throw at you. We have a chance of winning this. However, after only a few moments of vicious back-and-forth attacks, Sidious forces the three of you backward.

Holding Rey and Ben back with the lightning that streaks from his hand, Sidious force chokes you, lifting you up and towards him. “Give into your pain,” he growls at you.

He then turns to Ben. “Your anger made you stronger,” he taunts. He throws you off to the side, your back slamming into the stone wall surrounding you.

Using the force, he holds you there, a few meters off the ground. “And you cannot save them all,” he cackles to Rey as the ceiling of the Citadel splits open.

Hanging above you are hundreds and hundreds of ships flying amidst a massive Sith fleet. Canon blasts riddle the sky as the ships all fire at each other. Suddenly, a gigantic bolt of lightning arcs up into the sky, splitting into hundreds of small branches, each attaching to a resistance ship.

As the lightning shoots upward, Sidious slams you to the ground.

You hear both Rey and Ben yell as you hit the ground with a thud and blackout.

When you come back to consciousness, you look up to see Luke standing a few yards away from Sidious. Casting out from his hands is a cluster of lightning, aimed directly for Luke.

Luke’s eyes are set on Sidious, his determination made clear in his expression. On the other side of the bolts of lightning are Luke’s hands, catching the lightning and pushing it backward.

Sidious laughs as Luke begins to slide backwards due to the force of the attack he’s holding back.

Blueish spheres of energy begin to build in front of Luke’s palms as he finally holds his ground and begins to take steps towards Sidious.

Sidious’ expression shifts to concern as Luke overtakes the power used against him and harnesses it.

With a shout, Luke pushes the energy he had channeled back to Sidious, and suddenly the lightning bolt branching out in the air above disappears as Sidious is forced backwards. Cracking and crashing sounds ring out as the harness holding Sidious up and keeping him alive breaks down, some pieces falling to the ground.

Luke flies backwards from the resulting explosion, landing hundreds of feet away from the fight.

Ben jumps up with his saber, set to fly down on Sidious and split him in half, but he’s stopped just inches before his blade can touch the Sith. His saber falls to the ground as he’s held in the air.

You finally manage to get to your feet and run to Luke, but before you can make it even halfway to him, you’re suddenly being dragged backwards towards Sidious.

In just a few moments, You and Ben have been forced to your knees side by side. You watch helplessly as beams of whispering, swirling light are drawn out for your chest and his. You feel the force cry out as you become increasingly weaker. Your body fights to get into overdrive as death draws near, but to no avail.

A sick laughter echoes in the chamber as Sidious watches his decomposing body come back to life, sapping the power of a dyad.

Suddenly, the pressure holding you and Ben up relieves and you both drop.

Rey stands between you, two sabers clutched in her hands.

Another arc of lightning crackles over your head, which Rey catches and pushes back with Obi-Wan’s saber.

“I,” Sidious bellows, his voice ringing out in the room and in your minds as you struggle to stay awake, “am all the Sith.”

Rey begins to push forward. As she passes you, you can hear the voices of countless people whispering. This time, the whispers aren’t dark, hissing threats. Instead, light seems to glow around her as the whispers make her stronger.

“And I,” she answers through gritted teeth, drawing Anakin’s saber and crossing the blade over Obi-Wan’s, “am all the Jedi.”

She reaches the steps of Sidious’ decayed throne and forces the lightning back onto him.

His flesh begins to rip and tear away from his bones. He cries out in agony as his power, his throne, and his life are finally ripped away from him for the last time until there is nothing left.

The moment he’s gone, you glance up at the skies to see the Sith ships explode as the resistance ships- now recovered and revitalized with hope- destroy everything that’s left.

You smile weakly, looking back to Ben to make note of the victory, but he’s no longer there.

He sits beside Rey, who lies limp on the ground.

You manage to crawl over to her.

“Do something,” he pleads to you.

I’m the healer. I should be able to do something. You look down and gingerly take Rey’s body from Ben’s hands. As you hold her, though, you sense that she is too far gone for any tincture or medicine.

“Give her to me,” Luke instructs softly as he kneels down next to you.

You look up at him hesitantly as you shift Rey from your lap into his.

“It’s time we bring an end to the Jedi, too,” he begins, looking between you and Ben as he holds Rey, one hand cradling her head while one rests on her stomach. “One extreme will always foster the growth of the other. Forge a new way.”

You nod, and though you don’t understand why, something churns in your stomach telling you that this is goodbye.

Ben nods, and it seems he understands more than you do. “Thank you,” he whispers, his eyes sparkling as they well up. A tear gently rolls down his cheek in silence.

With a soft smile, Luke closes his eyes and calls out to the force one last time. He takes a deep breath.

Rey’s breathing grows stronger as color comes back to her body. She looks over to you, then to Ben, then to Luke.

You smile at the sight of Rey sitting up, her strength renewed.

She turns to Luke to thank him, but before the words make it out, Luke disappears.

You blink a few times as you look down to see his robes left behind in his place.

Rey turns back to you both with a grin, sharing a knowing look.

Though he’s gone, you realize you can still sense his presence, and you finally understand.

Without wasting another moment, you pull Rey and Ben into an embrace. You all let out a breathy, almost incredulous laugh. We did it. We won.

You all help each other onto your feet and stand. Rey gathers the robes of her mentor and calls the stray sabers to her hands. You and Ben take your sabers back from Rey and look up to the skies.

Though the ships are no longer firing, and most are still, you can almost hear their cheers from down here. One by one, the resistance and their allies begin to take off, heading back to wherever they came from.

The three of you silently return to your ships. Rey gets into hers first.

“I’ll meet you there,” you promise.

She nods, thanking the both of you one last time, and takes off to return to the resistance base.

You watch her leave before looking back down at Ben, who can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

He closes the gap between you and wraps his arms around you in a strong embrace.

You return the affection without a moment of hesitation.

While you’re holding each other, it feels as if something has finally finished; as if a chapter is closed- one that you both-and the force itself- were waiting for all along.

You let go just enough to see Ben’s face and, with as much courage as you have left, kiss him.

When you finally pull away from each other, you both wear a bright smile.

“I need to return to my friends,” you finally say.

“Go,” he encourages, walking backwards to his ship.

“Where will I find you?”

“I’ll be home.”

You laugh as you watch him take off. You know he means your home, in Coruscant- but, you do like the idea of sharing it with him.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Arriving back to the resistance base, you struggle to find a place to land among the scattered ships that were hastily parked and the masses of people celebrating the final victory. Eventually, you do find a place to comfortably park your ship.

Although you’re exhausted from the insane day you had just endured, you’re also antsy to see your friends again. You wander through the clusters of people, scanning for anyone you recognize. You realize trying to ask anyone for direction would be hopeless- not just because they would have no real answer, but also because they’re caught up in their own moments. Finally, your eyes land on Rey and Finn, locked in a tight embrace.

You jog over to them and see a weary looking Poe approaching the couple. You run straight to him, nearly toppling him over in a hug. He lets out an easy laugh.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“For what?”

“For keeping your promise.”

“Only because you kept yours,” he answers, relief clear in his voice.

You lightly peck his cheek and pull away.

He gives you a wink before Finn barges in and hugs Poe, the two of them laughing. You turn to Rey and the two of you embrace again, your laughter joining the cacophony of jubilation that surrounds you all.

It’s over. You all won. And you can change the future for the better.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

After some retellings of the battles you each fought and making plans to meet up again to discuss the journey that now lies before you all, you decide it’s time to head back home. You start making your way back to your ship to see Luke leaning against it, grinning as he waves at you. Beside him is Obi-Wan, arms crossed, watching with a smile. The two of them, though appearing to you clear as day, seem to be somewhat translucent. You stop in your tracks.

“Thank you,” you whisper to them, “for everything.”

With a wink from one and a nod from the other, they fade away.

You get back to your ship and arrive at Coruscant to see Ben standing outside, leaning against the doorway of your home as he watches the sunset. When you reach him, he lifts and spins you in another hug, setting you back down with a kiss. There is so much to say, but for now, it will have to wait.

The two of you head inside to celebrate, rest, and dream about the future you will create together.

(Epilogue)

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multiverseprincesswatching · 1 year

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i really wanna write but I'm like super sensitive to criticism and am an attention whore so like- what do I do? where do I start?

#should i write?#would anyone be interested?#tasm x reader #peter parker x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #mj x reader #michelle x reader #ned leeds x reader #x reader #oc!reader #fics

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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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A/n: ITS FINALLY HERE FELLAS!! CHAPTER ONE IS PUBLISHED BABEYYYY- now things msy get confusing as this was not beta read, i enjoyed writting this and will probably enjoy writting the upcoming chaps sorry i havent written any of them but this and chap two😭 this chap experienced a major re-write, as well as the chap two, so shit might get crazy if it did just ignore it and remember that you are a badass, You tried to help with your diamond hands but they're sharper than a knife, now you're Aimed to Kill (direct qoute from the song the title of this pic is inspired from, Aimed to Kill by Jade LeMac :>) now ONTO THE FIC-

As the sun meets the moon

Aimed to Kill - Chapter 1

Parings: Filo!Reader x Ynaguinid(platonic); eventual Khonshu x Filo!reader; eventual Marc/Steven/Jake x Filo!reader

Chapter Summary: The conceiving of the Poison Warrior, known by an alias made by the media and the locals as Python and how they met the Moon and His Knight.

Warnings: grammar, swearing, NOT beta read, oc!reader, mentions of blood and gore, intrusive thoughts(if i missed any pls let me know in the comments! ^-^)

As you near the end of your college years, your urge, this thirst for blood, is becoming a little too hard to ignore. Ever since you had that weird dream of being blessed by a diwata after reading an old book you found in your house attic, the want to hold something sharp and stab the person who's going to step even just a little bit of their toe across the line is so concerningly high.

And at the dawn of the day after your graduation, you did just that.

You were somehow holding a kampilan in your hand and stabbed the person trying to mug you. Horror was in your eyes as blood spilled from your assailant's- no, victim's lips.

And a female disembodied voice, praised you and announced, "Ikaw na ang permamente nakong Lasong Sundalo, sukad karon hangtod sa kuhaon ka sa kamatayon. Ikaw ang mo-protekta sa mga inosinteng tawo nga na-damay sa mga gubat, Ikaw ang mag-dala sa akong ka-isug, sa akong kusog, ug sa akong lason."'You have now become my Poison Warrior, from here on until death takes you. You are the protector of the innocents who have been affected by wars, you carry my wrath, my strength and my poison.'

And you were wrapped by a vest and pants in cloths worth and reserved for Datus* that is drenched in red, its linings and the sun on the center split in the middle is weaved in gold, a cobra stuck in a pose that is ready to strike emblems itself on the back of the vest, a skin tone garment underneath the vest materializes as a g-string flows from your waist down to your knees on top of your pants. Something engulfs itself on your head, you look at the puddle of water and see that your head looked like a snake swallowed your head whole as the jaws of a cobra's skull had clamped down on your head.

You were stupefied. All of this was just happening after a good graduation party. You were certain you've been drugged by some one hell of a narcotic but the faint red stain as you had scrubbed your palms raw on a nearby well after the incident that you found on your hands later that morning said otherwise.

You had thought all of it was just some weird dream with some mad coincidence, but here you are, in a dark alley, slicing a man's back who nearly assaulted a lone man who had just walked from work to home, with the same kampilan you held that night. After severe training from your ancestors. Three years later.

It was one hell of a graduation celebration now that you look back to it.

The man falls down with a heavy thud, a pool of his red substance starts to form around his lifeless body. The man who you just saved was terrified, both at the situation and you. You calm him down, as gently as you could, "It's okay sir, dili tika hilabtan.. pwede naka mo uli."'I won't hurt you….you can go home now.'

"I-Ikaw tong gih-gihanlag Python sa?"'You're that person named Python, aren't you?'

You bob your head once, his breathing becoming even as seconds pass by. You see his adam's apple move up and down as he swallows, his eyes searching for your face but knowing you have a glamour that allows a shadow to be casted on half of your face you are certain that he won't be able to identify you.

"S-salamat kaayo!" He thanks you and slowly walks away from the wall he had tried to shrink back to as he was being assaulted.

You give him a smile, "Walay problema."'No problem.'

You watch him walk away from you, his gait a little wobbly after being mugged and then saved by a vigilante that the media had named Python.

"Good job." You hear the voice of your goddess to your right, you turn your attention to the other end of the dark alley and see her. Ynaguinid. Clad in her traditional clothing, nearly identical to yours and donning the same headdress as yours emerges from the shadows. Her gold snake armlets and bib necklace glints under the waning moon.

You preen under the praise and bow your head, thanking her for her kind words. "You gotta admit though, that was kinda easy." You jest, glancing over to the dead man and getting a glimpse of your pakwar* becoming longer until it slightly pools on the ground, signifying your mourning for the dead man. He may have been bad, doesn't mean you won't mourn for his death. Same as to every person you have killed before.

"Ay pag-hambog diha, n/n."'Don't get ahead of yourself, n/n.' You hear her groan playfully, in which you reply with a chuckle.

"Dali na, ma-abot na niya tong mga gago na mga pulis.." 'Come on, those stupid police officers might arrive soon..' Ynaguinid grumbles beside you and gently pulls you away from the corpse.

Ever since you tugged on that tiny sliver of thread connecting you to the deity, becoming her warrior, you had formed this sort of mother-daughter bestfriend-like bond to Ynaguinid. Your lame jokes and comments was at first gained an awkward silence and laugh but as time passed by, Yna became closer to you and finally understood your humor as well as accepting and adapting to your personality. Thus, resulting to this mother-daughter relationship, which was further strengthened after that accident.

You hum and let her guide you to where you were needed. Killing all those people to keep the nights in Cebu as safe as possible.

There are also times you do your own raids. Whispers and gossips in the night, and with the help of Mayari, allows you to get to the location of drug cartels, illegal imports and exports of any kinds, house of kidnappers and many other bases of criminals, whether low-life or high-grade. You ambush them all with only your kampilan, your kris dagger, a pair of arnis and kalasag.

You always come out bloody, bruised and wounded, but you are the last person standing.

Your deity always heals you, although it takes time as it wasn't her specialty so she needs some help from other deities, she always heals you after every fight.

And when your kills reach to a hundred, you have to travel to Luzon to get tattooed by an elder of a tribe in Kalinga, Apo Whang-Od, and your tattoos grow larger in amount year by year that your both legs had been inked from your ankle to the top of your thigh.

Your first tattoos were on the top of your ankle, symbolizing your first kills, on your lower face with a cobra jaw motif to symbolize your status as a warrior, and on your dominant arm with a circling snake from your shoulder down to your upper forearm with a sun and a flower inside it on the middle of your upper bicep area symbolizing your connection with the Poison goddess of the Philippines of the Visayan Region.

Boy was that experience something.

After a productive night, you always sit on a ledge of a rooftop where you can clearly see the glory of the rising sun. Its warm rays touching your skin reminds you of another night of successful elimination of the scums of the earth.

And nights of killing like a maniac.

Oh no not now- you groan and immediately stand up. Ynaguinid casting you a worried glance, probably hearing the voice too. She places a hand on your shoulder and cups your face on the other, gently moving your head to meet her reassuring gaze. You nod, having known what was spoken through her mahogany eyes and take deep breaths.

Later that early morning, you checked your emails as you took your breakfast. The radio anchor going off about the summary of last night's spree of Python.

"Niya, kamusta imo application sa London?"'How's your application in London, hm?' Manang Lita, a distant cousin of your mother from your grandfather's side, inquires as she prepares lunch as it was already 11 am. The sweet, funny yet still stern woman had taken you under her wing after the accident, after that night.

The night when your own family, their blood flowing through your veins, kicked you out and disowned you in front of your neighbors.

"Uy!.." The old woman calls your attention, maybe not taking your unresponsiveness lightly, with a small nudge on your shoulder, as she walks past you to get to the kitchen. You blink and inhale, taking a sip of your coffee and glance up at Manang Lita when she comes back to the table. She gives you a look that says 'you're thinking about that again, aren't you?', which you looked away from and sigh dejectedly.

The older woman tuts and shakes her head, "Hay nako, wala na jud kay mabuhat atu nila, inday."'Oh, my dear, you cannot do anything about it now.'

"Kabalo ko, manaaang.."'I know, manaaang*…' You whine as you take a bite of your pandesal*, looking back to your phone. She was about to give you another long lecture when you noticed an email with a distinct email address, your eyes widened in realization and this made Manang Lita stop talking, asking you what it is.

"IT'S FROM LONDON!!" You yelled and dropped your bread on the table as you scrambled to open the email in excitement, your mother figure sharing the same sentiment goes behind you and takes her glasses from the collar of her daster.

You read the email out loud, and when the sentence, "We welcome you with open arms-" you two shrieked in joy, she shakes your form and hugged you from behind, already congratulating you before you have even finished reading. And when you did, she did not hesitate to yell out your distant cousin's name to share the news.

A small celebration was held that day before you packed your stuff, Ynaguinid visiting you as were and had asked what the preparation was for.

"I got accepted in London!!" You cheered with a small jump, "My tickets have been bought and all I needed to do was to give my ID and show this email every time-" "Mo-adtu jud ka?" 'You're really going there?'

You halt in zipping up your luggage. Ynaguinid was really not comfortable with you leaving the country because who will protect the Cebuanos at night now that you're in another country? But going to places out of the country has been your goal ever since you graduated, and London just accepted your application as a tour guide for a museum that stores lots of Philippine historical artifacts.

Sure, the UK was at the middle of your list on where to go, but it is the first email you've received after months of waiting ever since you've sent your application to multiple countries with the same job.

"Yes, Yna.. mo-adtu jud ko.." 'I am really going there..' You continue to zip the luggage and re-checked everything, not meeting the deity's eye.

You hear her sigh, the small jingles of jewelry indicate her walking to you before you see her in your peripheral vision sitting on your bed. "Wala man ko nasuko langga.. ang ako lang kay.. imo jud dad-on ang imong pagka-sundalo nako ug protektahan ang mga langyaw?"'I am not mad, my child, it's just…you would really bring your job as a warrior of mine and protect foreigners?' You hear her grimace at the thought, and you just silently grumble.

"Nag-sturya nata ani, Yna.." 'We've talked about this, Yna..' You mumble as you walk over to the boxes you had packed before packing your clothes and started to label them according to its contents.

Small talk was exchanged, an agreement was the conclusion. That no matter what, you'll have to have to come back to the Philippines every start of a new year. The war goddess had at first wanted it to be monthly but you reminded her that you don't have a teleportation ability and it will be very tiring on your end, so she settled with your suggestion to an annual home visit.

When you got to the airport, teary goodbyes and long hugs were reciprocated, assurances of video calls were made before you get to start the process of your traveling papers. Grueling hours passed before you were able to settle on the seat you were assigned to in the plane.

•

A month had already passed by since you arrived in London. You were able to settle in a flat with a reasonable price and a little close to the museum you are working at, saving you from traveling expenses.

A month has also passed ever since you started your work as a foreign vigilante of the city. Your local news anchor from Cebu immediately noticing your absence after you left the country made you feel a little special that they were able to catch on as soon as you flew abroad.

A week has passed though, since you first encountered the London vigilante. He was like you, a manifestation of a deity's power on Earth. And also meeting the deity himself.

He was the Moon's Knight. The Fist of Vengeance of the Moon God Khonshu, The God of Vengeance, Healing and Protector of the Travelers of the Night of the Egyptian Pantheon.

You were scouting a dingy area of the city that night, Mayari still communicating to you whenever the moon is high up on the night sky and illuminating its reflected natural light on the artificially lighted city. She had gathered that there was a group of mobsters housing an old building in the area. Leading you into ambushing the place. You had just stabbed a man on his lower back and used him as a human shield from his firing comrades when you heard daggers slice through the air, effectively killing the firing goons.

Multiple heavy thuds echoed through the building as its settlers took their last breaths.

You drop your human shield and look up at where you had seen the daggers come from.

And there he stood, with all his gauzed glory and glowing white eyes under his hood, the Moon Knight.

He jumped down the ledge with a flare of his crescent cape and landed on the ground same as you. You'd be lying if that didn't look badass. You were then able to notice the heavy contrast of your themes. You had sun emblems both on your skin and on your costume while he had the moon as his motif for his.

"Well, I wasn't expecting an eclipse in this new moon but here we are." You quipped as he passed by you, "Get it? 'cuz, you're the moon, and I kinda have suns on my costume-" Your explanation of the joke was cut off by a loud, timbre of a deep voice,

"A warrior from another land?"

You turn your head to the source and what you saw made you question your perception of reality…As well as your sexuality because what the fuck why is a literal lanky mummified bird skull of a head hot-

"Not that I am flauting my foreigner status but uh yeah, I'm from another land." You responded to the being who disappeared from sitting on the ledge of the opposite building. Amputa-

"You can see and hear him?" The hooded vigilante finally said a word to you, and gestures to the being you had just seen meters away now appear a few feet on your side, after he retrieved his, also crecent shaped, daggers..knives? plates??

"Yeah…" you confirmed with a nod, and face the two gauzed beings. From what you are seeing they are Egyptian themed so the spirit could be an Egyptian deity? Oh wait, bird head, moon, egyptian…this is, this is Khonshu!-

"Yo-" "God of the Moon.."

Your question was stopped when Ynaguinid appears on your side, making you jump at her sudden appearance.

"Pasidan-e sad ko sunod po.." 'A little warning next time please..' You mumble as sheath your sword to your side. The goddess only gives a 'really?' look at your comment and shook her head a little.

"Goddess of War…and Poison. A friend of Mayari's, if I am not mistaken?"

You and the hooded fella could only watch the interaction between the deities, not wanting to interfere with whatever businesses they had with each other. But you could not help yourself and join the conversation,

"Deities with the same title, even from another pantheons, know each other?" You asked them, looking back and forth from Khonshu to Yna with a slightly ajarred mouth, the revelation of information has left you in awe.

"Yes, warrior, we do." Was the court reply of the big being. Yna nods to answer your question.

"If I may ask though, from which pantheon are you, ma'am?" The hooded fella asks your deity, to which Ynaguinid answers with a proud, "Philippine Pantheon, Visayan Region, langyaw."

"Technically, kita ang langyaw dire dapita-" 'we're the foreigners in this place-' You shut your mouth after seeing the glare Yna sent your way and glanced every where but her form.

"And meet my Posion Warrior." She introduces you as she place her arm around your back. You closed your feet and raised your fist to your chest, and bowed to the two, a greeting you've been taught to do after being introduced.

"This is my Moon Knight, my fist of vengeance." The tall being motions to the hooded fella with his hands, the introduced fella bows his head in acknowledgement. You hear him mumble something along the lines of 'not given a script to rehearse' or something, you chuckle silently.

After the formal introductions, the deities delved into a deeper conversation. About alliances. About who's part of the city is who's. What will become of the arrangement of this now that there two avatars/warriors of the city.

Meanwhile you're still in the shock stage that there are actually deities from other pantheons and are also utilizing humans to be their extension of power.

Moon Knight however, as much as he displays, is neutral on the whole ordeal. The light of his eyes looks a bit bored of the conversation, but then widens a bit when Khonshu and Ynaguinid came up with an alliance, that you'll be working side-by-side with the Moon's Knight as a symbol of collaboration of pantheons and a start of a new path for avatars and warriors alike.

That night was the start of your journey as a vigilante of London with the Moon Knight alongside you.

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*Pakwar = the back flap of the g-sting

*Manang = what we call our elderly who are female

*Datus/Datu = a title which denotes the rulers (variously described in historical accounts as chiefs, sovereign princes, and monarchs) of numerous indigenous peoples throughout the Philippine archipelago. (Wikipedia)

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WOOHHH hopefully you guys enjoyed what i have enstored for y'all and i'll probably edit this this morning bc sht its already 3 am HAHAHHAAHHAHA

Anyways, i am open for construcrive criticism! feel free to comment them and hope you guys have a great day/night!!! thank you for reading chap 1!💞

PSPSPSPSPS BESTIE @m4nd0l0r

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missmielyhoran · 1 year

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How I imagine my MCs

1. Autumn, 17 (Little Freak)

2. Y/N, 22 (Smoke or Gangleader!Dbf!Harry verse)

3. Y/N, 25 (Demonrry)

4. Y/N, 22 (Only Angel or Rockstar!Harry verse)

5. Y/N i forgot how old she's supposed to be😭 (Baby Honey)

7. Annabeth, 23 (Viridescent) FC- Ana de Armas

6. Y/N Monet, 33 (Stages of Grief) FC- Lily James

8. Y/N, 17 (Humphrey High)

in my head she's Naomi Campbell

9. Y/N, 24 (Lone or Werewolfrry verse)

10. Y/N, 26 (Ceorry verse)

(I find it funny that irl there are only 2-3 out of these women he would actually date lmao)

Don't ask me why I did this. I was bored.

#assistant!reader #younger reader #florist reader #actress!reader #oc!reader #bff reader #youtuber!reader #tattoo artist reader #my yns

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julessworldd · 2 years

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After a long long time, I’ve finally finished my draft of the 7th chapter of Little Rose. Just wanted to say thank you for the readers, people that reblog each chapter, commented. Also thank you to my followers who were nice enough to let me use them for my groupie chapter. Y’all were really cool being straight harlots, bitches <3 just thank you for the support on this series, I didn’t think anyone would even bother o read it. I will do one last chapter for this series and it’s completed!

Warnings: Mentions of childhood abuse/trauma, SA(please skip that part if you aren’t comfortable), cussing, wedding(🥸), rehab, drugs/alcohol talks of it, gambling, smut at the end

Life has been amazing for our little family. The boys were clean and happier, Erin and Axl had welcomed their little girl into the world. The band has been getting a long better, makes the studio a happier place to be. Axl and Izzy still had their temper, but it is being handled better for all parties! Sarah just turned 3 months old, she had everyone wrapped around her pale little finger. She was a carbon copy of Erin with Axl’s firey red hair. Had her daddy’s lungs, everyone hears her temper tantrums for sure! It’s so cool to see your big brother become a father, he was doing amazing! It was new to me being an aunt, i dont like diaper duty, picking her outfits, hair bows, socks were my favorite.

Izzy had met a nice girl named, Ankita. She was good to Izzy, which i like. Izzy was skate boarding more, playing his guitar even more, starting to eat healthier. Getting sober made everyone a better, nicer person. Slash is doing amazing, he is more into his snakes and creepy crawlers. Painting and drawing too, he said he missed it and always loved it because of his father. Steven had Relapsed and got back into rehab again. Popcorn had a harder time in rehab with the boys, he got very dependent on Herion and drinking. Duff and I go see him every two weeks, he likes that real well. Speaking of Duff!!

Duff is doing amazing! Better than I thought he would! He’s working out, riding his bike, taking the dogs on walks around the neighborhood. After rehab, he wanted to get two labs. Chole and Chester, they were wonderful dogs. I never had animals growing up, I loved having them around. Duff and I got a house together, it was huge even for two people and two dogs. I love the area, neighbors are nice and friendly, house was just beautiful. Duff had his studio, gym/mediation area, garage for his card and bikes. I had my little hobby area, if I ever decide what’s going to be. Right now, I like the sun room, gym. I’ll find something, I’ve been helping the band, Erin with Sarah, the dogs. But I like helping them out, makes me happy I guess you could say.

“Hey baby! Whatcha doing?”, Duff walked into the sun room.

“Oh hi love! Nothing just writing. What’s up?”, I closed my notebook, walking over to him.

He kissed me, “Just missed my girl” “Missed you too! I’ve been here the whole time”, I giggled. “Yeah but you like writing and I didn’t want to disturb you”, Duff swayed us back and forth. I laid my head on his chest, enjoying his scent and presence. “Go get ready, I wanna take you out”, Duff grinned. “What’s the dress code, McKagan?”, I giggled. “Something beautiful, Janet”, he kissed my forehead.

I decided on a silky emerald green dress, black heels, simple makeup, curled my hair. Something told me to look my best, at least my nails were decent. Erin and I got manicures last week, Axl forced her to go and relax. Chester got up and licked my shein, “Aw do you like it, Chessie?”, I asked.

“Is it a bit much? I don’t know what Duff has planned? Do you know?”, I patted his side. “You look gorgeous as always, baby”, Duff smiled as I got downstairs. He had a nice black dress shirt on, black loafers and not his signature black cowboy boots. He’s planning something.

“Duff? Are you okay?”, I asked him.

“Mhm I’m fine, Janie”, he smiled.

“Are you planning on asking me something? You have loafers on and not your boots, we’re at a nice restaurant. You keep looking around at the wait staff.”, I said. “Janie, I can clean up when I want to. We haven’t been out together since i left rehab. Just relax”, Duff rubbed my hand. “Guess you’re right. Sorry for over-“

The waiter sat down the desert, we didn’t order dessert. He smiled and walked towards the hostess. “We didn’t order dessert, D” “Yes, i did. Now dig in, babe”, Duff grinned, getting a spoon. I finally ate, now I’m worried I’m gonna sallow my engagement ring. Izzy would have a field day over this.

Then I seen it, something shiny and round. It was hard too. “Oh shit, he’s proposing”, I thought. I looked up, Duff was smiling ear to ear, the waiter and hostess were containing their excitement. Duff was now at my side on one knee, holding my hand.

“Janie, I’ve loved you since the day I came over to audition for the band. You answered the door in that Ramomes t shirt, your hair was sorta messy but you were beautiful none the less. I know we’ve had a few bumps in the road, but we’ve made it this long. So will you marry, Janet Rose?” Duff asked trying not to cry. I wiped a tear from my face, “Yes, of course I will! I love you so much!”, I grabbed his face and kissed him hard as I could. The restaurant was filled with aw’s and claps, the waiter smiled and jumped with the hostess.

“Help me clean my ring, Dingus”, I giggled. Duff grabbed out of the cake and wiped it off, then he grab a polishing rag out of his pocket. “You really are Prince Charming”, I giggled as he pushed the ring on my finger. “You like it?” “I love it so much, Duffy”, I kissed his cheek. “Does Ax know you were planning this?”, I asked as we left the restaurant. “Yup, I asked him for his blessing in rehab. Even asked Izzy, we went one day after we got out”, Duff smiled, pulling me into his side. “You took my brothers ring shopping?”, I laughed. “Yes, I did. I wanted it to be special for my girl”, Duff smiled. “We gotta tell Stevie. I want him there, so it will have to be after he gets out”, I said. “Why yeah”, Duff said. “He’s gonna be over the moon. Did Axl and Izzy know you were asking tonight?”, I asked. “Yeah, I called them before I asked you to dinner”

The phone kept ringing off the hook all day! So many congratulations, so happy for you guys. It was nice to hear it but it got old fast not gonna lie. Erin and Axl dropped by to see us, Erin gushed over my ring. Sarah liked it because it was shinny and something new to teeth on. The doorbell rang, “I got it”, I raced to the door. Izzy and Anna stood, “Long time no see, Iz”, I grinned. “Come here, brat”, Izzy pulled me into a hug. “Congratulations, Janet. Do you like your ring?” “Yes, I love it”, I giggled. Anna asked to see my ring, “It’s absolutely gorgeous, Janie!” “Have you thought dates yet?”, she asked. “No, but I want Steven there. So definitely after he gets out”, I said. “Have you told him?”, Izzy asked. “No, we’re planning on seeing him this week”

“How’s my soon to be Mrs. McKagan?”, Duff kissed me. “I’m good, missed you”, I kissed him back. “I said I would be back, love”, Duff grinned. “I know but I still got lonely” I giggled. “You still want to marry me?”, Duff looked at me. “Yes, why wouldn’t I?”, I said looking up at him. “Just been thinking about the whole thing. The band is wanting to go back and record, but Steven is just having a hard time.”, Duff sighed, rubbing a hand over his hair. “I know Duff. I worry about him all the time, he’s gonna hurt himself if he doesn’t get clean soon. Steven is a good person, just hope he gets clean and stays clean for good”, I said, holding his hand.

“What ya think he’s gonna say?”, Duff asked as we walked down the hall to Steven’s room. “Who knows! I bet he’ll be happy”, I said as we made it to the door. “Come in!”, Steven yelled.

“Hey guys!”, Steven smiled. “Hey Stevie!”, I smiled and sat next to him. “How are you?”, I asked. “I’m good, I feel a lot better. Ten more days I’m out!”, Steven smiled. “That’s great, popcorn! Sarah is growing like crazy”, Duff grinned as he sat down on the couch.

“We wanna tell you something, Stevie”, I breathed in. “What is it?” I smiled and showed him my hand. “Oh nice ring, Janie”, Steven grabbed my hand, looking at the ring better. Then it hit him. “You finally got the balls and asked. Congrats guys!”, Steven kissed my cheek and got up and hugged Duff.

10 more days later, Steven got released and was ready to stay clean! Duff and I were still discussing wedding plans but were just ideas. I want a wedding but also going to the courthouse just as wonderful. Either way I’m marrying the love of my life, my soulmate in my eyes.

Duff and I decided to go visit Axl and Erin, we pulled up and Izzy was there. “Hey Iz”, I kissed his cheek. “Whose’ car, Iz?”, I asked. “Your mother’s rental car”, Izzy said, blowing smoke out of his mouth. “Jeffery, shut up. That’s not her in the house!”, I snapped at him. “I was going to call you and warn to not come”

“Janie, it’s your mom. She’ll be thrilled to see you”, Duff said rubbing my back. “Sure, biology says she’s my mother. She didn’t raise me, okay! Your singer raised me more she did. That little woman in there, let her husband beat us and didn’t want to believe he was trying to touch me when I was 14”, I turned around and snapped at Duff.

“Janie”, Erin walked out. “Ax seen you guys. She wants to say hi and meet Duff” “Fuck me!”, I sighed. “Sarah sleeping?”, I asked. “No, grandma is holding her. Axl asked for you, Jane”, Erin sighed. She was in the middle of this whole deal. She held her hand out.

“Oh Billy! She is just darling”, I heard her gush. There she was, holding my niece on the couch. “Jesus Christ”, I mumbled. “Hello mother”, I said. She hand Sarah to Axl before walking over to me. “Hi Janie. You look good”, she smiled. “Thanks”, I sighed. “Where’s your fiancé?” “Outside with Jeff”, I said back. “Don’t be rude, Janet. Bring him to meet me, I am your mother after all”. “Right” I turned around met Duff’s chest. “Christ almighty”, I thought to myself. “Careful, Jane. Hi, I’m Michael, but everyone calls me Duff”, he grinned, holding his hand out.

She was looking him up and down, finding details to bitch about later on. “Hi Michael. Hope you’re treating my daughter well, she’s a bit stressful on the body”, she smiled. “Oh no, she’s wonderful. I love her to death, Mrs. Bailey”, Duff smiled. I looked at Axl, “I could kill you!”, I mouthed. 30 minutes later, I dragged Duff out of there. “Please tell me, you have a cigarette in your jacket!”, I whined. “Here you go, baby”, Duff handed me the cigarette. “Wish I had more time to prepare for her. She drains the life out of you”, I took a deep drag. “She’s not too bad”, Duff said.

“Eventually, you’ll see how she is”

“Does she know we’re engaged?”, Duff asked. “I have no clue. She won’t be a part of it that’s for damn sure”, I said, ashing my cigarette. “Did she really not believe me about your step dad?” “Nope. Said I was doing it for attention and I had demons in me. I begged Axl to let me come with him out here” I said, throwing the cigarette away. “I started locking the bathroom door, when I showered at home. He would yell at beat on the door until I was done. Would try to walk in on me changing, basically anything to see me naked. The week before I found out, Ax was leaving. He uh, knocked me to the ground and got on top of me. Tried to rape me, but Amy and Stu came home with mom. Axl was wherever, I found a map of LA in his room. So here I am!”, I said, wiping a tear from my face. “I’m so sorry, Janie. You don’t have to worry about anybody messing with you anymore. I promise you that forever”, Duff said. “I don’t deserve you, Duff McKagan”

“It’s the other way around, little rose!”, Duff kissed me. “I love you” “I love you, Janet. Want to fly out to Vegas?” “Sure, why the hell

not, rockstar”, I giggled. “Good. Make sure you pack that white dress, you wore on our first date. With the red heels”, Duff smiled ear to ear. “Only for you, my prince”, I held his cheek against my hand.

After we got married, Duff wanted to go gamble so I tagged along. “Hey do 26 this time, D”, I laid my chin on his shoulder. “I got 3,000 dollars better not make me lose it”, he grinned. “26 red” Duff said. The little ball spun and spun, “26 red, congratulations sir” Duff stood up and picked me up. “I don’t know how you know but you are amazing, Janie” “Easy now, big bird. I just know”, I kissed him, tugging the ends of his hair a little.

“You think the boys will be mad, we didn’t invite them. I mean everything I’ve done in life, Axl has been there with the biggest smile on his face. He didn’t even give me away”, I sighed. “I never said Axl and the boys couldn’t come. Axl told me to do whatever made you happy on this wedding. Do you regret the Vegas trip?”, Duff asked, holding my hand. “I mean no, I love you and wanted to do this for a good while. Guess I’m overthinking shit, to be fair he didn’t invite me to his and Erin’s wedding”, I shrugged. “I love you Janie!”, Duff leaned over and kissed me. “I love you too, D. Forever?”, I held my pinky out. He grinned, “Forever and forever, baby”, he linked his pinky to mine.

We got back to the room, “I’m so ready to be back in LA, I miss Sarah and the dogs”, I sighed, throwing myself on the bed. “Am I really killing you, baby? Mhm does Vegas make you bored?”, Duff ran his hand down my back. “No, I’m a little tired”, I mumbled into the pillow. “I can make the boredom go away, Bunny”, Duff rubbed the back of my leather clad thigh.

“We haven’t messed with each other since the wedding night”, I said. “Yup”, Duff said, popping the p out. I raised up, looking up the blonde. “Quit looking and actually do something, Janie”, Duff leaned back on his hand, smirking at me. I stood up and starting my shirt off along with my pants. I was in my pale pink lingerie set. “Were you planning on fucking me tonight, bunny?”, Duff smirked. “It was in the cards, Big boy”, I giggled, sitting on his thighs. “Dirty thing”, he mumbled as our lips connected.

“Ride my thigh”

“What?”, I kissed his neck. “Ride my thigh. Be a good girl and get off my thigh”, He yanked my hair a little. I positioned myself on his thigh, started moving against his jeans. My panties were crotch less, his jeans were heavenly to my clit. I could feel Duff tense his leg muscles making me jump on his knee, “Mhm fuck” I whined. “You feel good, bunny?”, Duff asked, moving my hips faster. “Feels amazing, I need more”, I squealed as I could feel my belly tighten up. “Greedy thing you are, bunny. My knee isn’t enough for you is it?” Duff reached down and rubbed my clit. “No, please fuck me, Duff. I need you so bad”, I laid my head in his neck. He sat me on my knees on the bed. He started undressing himself a little slow if you ask me. Finally he was naked and crawled back on the bed. I laid near the pillows more, “Poor bunny, just wants to be fucked” I nodded, reaching behind my back to un do my bra.

Duff yanked me by ankles, pulling me under his chest. “Bunny wanna be fucked? Does she need my cock to feel good?” “God yes, please fuck me! I need you”, I whined. Duff slammed himself into me without warning, “Mhmm Duff”. I reached up to hold his back, my nails digging into his shoulders. Duff started moving his hips back and forth, a little harder than normal. “Don’t stop, you feel so good”, I moaned. “Don’t plan on it, Princess”, he grabbed my ankles and laid them on his shoulders, spreading my legs open. The angle made him bottom out in me, “Uh fuck, I’m gonna-“, I whined. “Me too, come with me bunny”, he sped up.

“You good, Janie?”, Duff asked, laying beside me grabbing a cigarette. “Mhm yeah. Just been a while since you got me like this”, I cuddled closer to him. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” “What no, I’m good. Just coming down is all, D”, I yawned.

“Go sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up”, Duff threw the blanket over me. “Mhm okie”, I yawned. “Hey” Duff nudged me. “Mhmm?” “I love you, brat” he grinned. “I love you too, Duffykins” “Don’t die on me”, he whined. “I won’t! Calm down, it’s not a bad way to go if i died after you fucked me”, I rolled over. “Janet Aless!” I giggled, “I’m fine Duff”

#little rose #Janie x Duff #Janie rose #duff mckagan imagine #guns n roses fanfic #OC!reader

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eloisegrant · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡:

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐃𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐲𝐚

Mutant!Oc, Filipino!OC, Marvel!OC

NOTE: Due to the lack of Filipino representation in Marvel comics, especially in the mutants catalogue, I decided to create my own. So please, enjoy this angst, action-filled and exciting opening to my original character, Sampaguita De La Hoya.

A lso, please feel free to insert yourself as Sampaguita.

WARNINGS: Swear words, mentions of drugs and alcohol, abuse, post-traumatic stress disorder,

TRANSLATIONS:

Ganda -> Beautiful

Kuya/Mang/Manong -> term for elder man or brother

Ano? -> What?

WORD COUNT: 3k

(Images are not mine, credit goes to the respective owners xx)

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

In the Philippines, certain families stay atop others. Certain individuals have more power and money, that was just how this system worked. Enter, Francisco De la Hoya. He was one of the most influential people in the country. Being the Governor of the city of Manila, meant he was the head honcho of any and all operations in this beautiful exotic country.

Second to only the President.

So when his beautiful daughter was bought into this world, it was only fitting for a gala to take place. Heaven on earth, that was what the aunts, uncles, guests and even common folk called their beautiful daughter.

She was an angel with the prettiest eyes, a fitting addition to the De la Hoya family. As such, the birth of new life is supposed to bring love, health and prosperity.

However, as the night grew darker and the party guests left. A worry-filled revelation came to their attention.

Within the airy halls of the De La Hoya mansion, the echoing murmurs of Francisco De la Hoya and his wife Kristina filled the air. Their family doctor was explaining the horrific discovery made in their 2 week old daughter’s DNA– a mutated form of a Homo-sapiens gene that has been renamed the X-gene.

“No it isn’t possible.” Francisco passes back and forth in his office, cigar in hand, pointing it to his wife to light it up with a lighter.

“She’s what we call a mutant, sir.” Doctor Malayo points at the documents on the table carefully. Kristina gasping in anguish, terrified that she had given birth to a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“What will the media say if they find out my daughter is one of those-” he exacerbates, “those things!” He slams his fists on his desk, causing the items to rattle. “Magnus, Mystique, Angel… that blasted brotherhood of demons! Those monstrous genetics running within my beautiful baby… It sounds like a joke.” A fumed Francisco runs his fingers through his raven hair.

“They won’t find out…” The doctor stands up and walks towards a large refrigerated case. Opening it, a loud click, a large bright light illuminating several vaccines.

“These are still in the testing phase, but have a 100% success rate.” The couple stare at the small man, prompting him to continue his statement. “It successfully suspends the x-gene for at least 24 hours.” He holds one of the small injections in his hands, “...thereby physically hiding her mutant gene.

“But she will still have the gene?” Kristina pleads to the physician, anxious and grieving at the realization that their life is no longer perfect.

“You will need to administer this vaccine everyday. On the dot, same time, same routine.” Doctor Malayo emphasizes every word. “She will have to believe it’s to keep her alive.”

Ethically speaking, this was a terrible arrangement. Injecting and forcing a child through unusual and downright dangerous substances, just to cover the truth. A las, the De la Hoya’s were willing to do anything to keep their pristine image, pristine.

Francisco and Kristina exchange glances as they hear their dear baby’s coos through the monitor. With a firm nod, they turn to Dr. Malayo, “Give us all you can get.” the patriarch demands.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭

“Okay, ganda, this’ll just be a pinch and a burn.” Thea, an elder in house maid of the De la Hoya’s smiles at a now, 21 year old, Sampaguita

“Of course,” she sighs, pulling her sleeve up, “it always is.” she jokes around, rolling her eyes.

Thea could feel her chest clench at the sight of Sam’s arms, the shots would be delivered on either side of her arms, today was the right arm’s turn and it was a horrendous sight. Purple, green and blue veins, some nearly popping out of poor Sampaguita’s arm. The in-house helpers definitely felt bad about this entire situation, but they were on a paycheck.

Money was a difficult find, and they were all desperate for it. But, Thea may just not have the heart to go through with this.

“It just sucks that I have these illnesses you know like…” her words trail as she tries to remember what illness it was– all these shots were making her think woozy, making her paler than usual and made her weak.

Thea is quick to remind her of the fake illness they’ve strategically concocted for the girl, “Ms. Sam, it's for your blood deficiency, Anaemia… these vaccines are iron supplements…”

“Yes of course…” Sam sighs as the shot hits her shoulder for the nth time of her life. Had I just been born normal, I wouldn’t be like this. Poor Sam was just accustomed to the shots, but she still couldn’t accept it.

Thea removes the shot and places it in a metal dish, “Alright, ganda. You can go now.” She stands up, wiping her hands on her apron, “Goodluck today on your thesis defence!” She smiles at her resulting with a big smile coming from Sam’s lips.

Her small frame wears a long black leather cloak over her cream turtleneck, it’s November and Manila has been getting a little chilly. Her heeled footsteps echoed and trailed through the big oak hall, down the massive staircase approaching her father’s office right by the front door.

“Father… Mother…” She knocks shyly, “I’m off to college now.” Her hands do an awkward wave in order to get a little bit of a reaction from her parents.

All she gets is a look and a small nod from both of them, before looking back into their computers.

A deep sigh escapes her lips, they were never the supportive bunch, never even bothered starting a conversation or giving her any type of admiration— but they did provide her with all and more a girl her age could ask for. Nevertheless, she had an important day today and that couldn’t be overshadowed by her petty emotions and issues with mommy and daddy.

Fernando, their driver, opens the main door and readily offers to drive the only child to her college, “Thank you Mang Nando but, I’m feeling confident about today and…” she takes the keys from the man’s hands, “I’ll be driving myself!” She cheerfully squeals, running to her car.

What her parents lacked in emotional support they gave back with material things. Sam’s car was the newest Land Cruiser in the classical pearl white, a 21 year old having such things was seen as a little bit of a splurge on their end.

As Sam settled into her seat her phone vibrated, Rodrigo- the caller ID stated.

With a sigh, she starts the car and answers the call through the infotainment system.

“Sammy?” Her friend’s careful voice beamed through the car speakers.

“Ano? What do you want Rodrigo? I’m about to drive.” She buckles her belt and puts the car into drive. Rodrigo had always been a pain in the ass, but Sam loved him for it. They have been friends since the first days of elementary school, so their bond was a very irreplaceable one.

“Ah well I won’t distract you too much…” his breathlessness was abundant, maybe he was running down the halls. “Just called to let you know that you’re after 5 more people so… You’re safe.” He warns Sam causing her to smile as she exits their mansion’s front gate.

“Thank you. I appreciate it.” Her hands clasp the wheel as she makes a hard turn onto the main road. With that, the phone call ends.

The drive was normal, it was supposed to be normal. Heck, it was not a complicated road to drive through. However a growing interruption began to take wing a few minutes in.

Sam’s eyes begin to twitch as she reaches the first stoplight, a little weird for it to happen but she pushes on. It's probably my allergies. Pressing the gas, her head feels a sudden weight, as if it was pushing down into her, causing her to pull the car to the side, the safest area for now. A traffic enforcer notices the abrupt halt of Sam’s car and approaches her window, knocking on it lightly.

With a soft squeak, Sam, breathless due to the sting she feels on her head, looks at the officer and presses the windows down. “Ma’am are you alright? You’re on the freeway.” He leans against the car.

Sam couldn’t even respond, her vision began to get brighter as her breathing began to get heavier.

“Ma’am? Do you need assistance?” He repeated to her, her whole body felt heavier than usual. Am I having a heart attack? Please… Not now.

The enforcer scratches the back of his head, confused with Sam’s irresponsiveness and begins to dial for help, “We’ll see to it that you’re kept safe, Ma’am, just a mome-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A FUCKING SECOND!” She shouts at the top of her lungs, glancing to the front, shakily trying to regain power over her body. She half expected the guy to shout back or call for assistance from the other enforcers but heard nothing. Great, I offended the guy.

“Hey listen, Manong I didn’t mean to shout at you-” Her eyes looked back at the enforcer, who was standing impressively still. “Huh?”

She waves her hands in front of the man, “Kuya, don’t be so playful! I didn’t mean to freak out, you were just talking too much.” Exasperated, she tries to lighten the mood. But no, the enforcer was still frozen, impressively still. It almost looked like the guy was playing a joke but it took a fly landing on his hand for Sam to notice, he was really stopped in time.

She heavily breathes as she realises, even the cars surrounding her were in a halt. “What the actual-” Looking up from the sunroof of her car, a bird was also paused in motion. Her back pushes against the seat as she tries to understand what the actual hell was going on.

Were the avengers here? Am I dead? Is there a God? WHat tHE heLL iS HaPpEning??

Her fingers slowly massage her temples, trying to calm herself down and understand what was happening, “There is a perfectly logical explanation…” She bites her fingernails. “Why would the world just stop?” She plops her head down between her shoulders, “How do you fix this?” In a way to cope with this situation, Sam begins to joke around, “Ha, it's not like I can magically tell them to start moving again-” as the words came out of her mouth the enforcer and all the cars, birds, every single object and being, started to move again.

“Just a moment.” The enforcer completes his sentence causing Sam to get shocked at the situation. I… did… that???

“Kuya uhh… No need, please. I’m fine!” She smiles at the man, “See!” She puts two thumbs up to show the man that she was a-okay.

He tries to get a word in but Sam closes the window before she could even hear it.

As she speeds away she couldn’t help but twitch at every slightest sound, it was as if she could hear people’s thoughts, their breathing, the people’s footsteps meeting the pavement and how different shoes would resonate different sounds. To get her mind off of it, she turns on the radio but it blasts too loud causing her to accidentally press the gas a little too harshly.

“Putang-in-!?” She hits the brakes as quickly as possible, upon seeing a group of people crossing the street. Her eyes make their way to look at the volume of the music.

WHAT

YOU

MEAN

SIX!!?

That nearly blew off her eardrums and the sound system was just at SIX? If the world doesn’t begin making any freaking sense she is gonna lose it. Just as she pushes on the gas she spots a pharmacy and decides to parallel park quickly to grab some sort of calming syrup. Something that would calm down her thoughts and just mellow her down for a bit… isn’t that just liquor? Ah, anyhow, she was going to get something to calm her nerves.

Placing the car onto a brake, she leaves swiftly and runs inside the pharmacy, “Hi, umm..” She places her hands on the counter, “Do you have anything to calm a person down, something fast acting and easy?” She jitters between her two toes.

The pharmacist smiles and looks at Sam up and down, “You mean something like liquor?” She distastefully responds.

“No, miss. Medicine.” Her voice was stern and irritated. Sam wasn’t about to deal with this woman’s jokes right now, even if she’s literally shaking with every word, looking like a druggie.

“Well we don’t think you should get some given your…” There the pharmacist was again eyeing her up and down, “...condition.”

Before Sam could respond she heard a thought, literally.

‘How embarrassing.. These kids just do drugs left and right, no care in the world.’

“I’m not a druggie!” She screams upon hearing the thought, “Shut the fuck up and give me something to calm me down!” Her scream causes the woman to fly back to the organized shelves of medicine. The mere voice erupting from Sam’s lips caused what seemed to be a localized earthquake.

Scared and confused, the woman grabs ‘calming pills’ that were purely herbal, “He-here, don’t even pay! Please! Get out!” Sam immediately grabs the box and panics, shuffling out of the pharmacy.

Gaining a few judgemental glances from the elderly people along the aisles, she storms out of the pharmacy to her car.

Just then, Rodrigo rings her up yet again through the car.

“RODRIGO PLEASE!” She grabs her flask and takes 3 herbal calming pills at once, willing to do any and everything to mask this sensation. “I AM NOT OKAY RIGHT NOW.” Quickly, she maneuvers the car back to the road, trying her hardest not to crash into something.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, Sam! It’s just because you’re up after 2 more…” Rodrigo’s nervous voice panicked at both Sam’s angry voice and her thesis defence.

She ends the call, rather than continuing the conversation. Whatever was happening was much more important than this fucking thesis.

Her eyes finally adjusted and cleared back up, making a U-turn back towards her house.

Mr. And Mrs. De la Hoya weren’t expecting anything major to happen this day. With his upcoming announcement to run for president, he was too focused on the paperwork.

So they definitely didn’t expect their daughter to barge through the house, panicking and in tears.

“Kuya! Ate! Help me please!” Sam supports herself onto the nearby long table by the foyer. Trembling, Shaky, panicky and terrified. “Please!” Her abrupt tone made Thea and Nando rush to her side, as well as the other household maids.

They rushfully supported her, bringing her to the living room. Causing her parents to follow and observe the situation that was unfolding. Not out of care for her but rather for themselves.

“What’s wrong Miss Sam? Can you breathe properly?” Lily, another housekeeper, grabs a cold pack of ice placing it on Sam’s forehead.

She couldn’t understand why but the sensation of the ice made her forehead twinge and made her scream at a guttaral level. “STOP!”

Her voice, causing the numerous people surrounding her to fly to the opposite sides of the room. The couch she was on slid as well to the far end of the living room.

Francisco and Kristina were taken aback, covering their faces with their arms at Sam’s ridiculous gesture. Fearing the worst, they were worried that the vaccines she has been receiving were no longer working. Or someone chose to keep her from the dosage.

Some of the housekeepers were injured slightly, refusing to stand up. But older maids like Thea, rushed to Sam– still a bit cautious.

“Sampaguita!” It seemed like a miracle for her father to call her name out like that. Like it has never been an action anyone in the household was used to.

Her father’s voice made her trembling calm down, a mix of confusion and fear across her face. “Did you give her the dosage!?” He directs his questioning towards Thea.

“I-I did!” Thea nearly breaks into tears from the demanding voice of Francisco. Unfortunately, he did not believe a single word that came from her mouth.

“Marites, get Sampaguita’s medical basin!” He orders another maid, who rushfully heads up the stairs. His gaze never leaving Thea who was trembling by Sam’s feet.

“Father, don't punish Thea! She gave me the vaccine!” Sam protests, her voice causes another, milder rumble to boom through the house.

He shushes her by narrowing his eyes to her direction.

Marites held in hand a vaccine that had most of its remains in. Causing Francisco to shake his head, gently walking towards Thea before smacking her face with his backhand.

“FATHER!” Sam defends the old maid by standing between her and her father. “So I don’t get the vaccine today, why punish Miss Thea?”

Francisco shakes his head as he looks down to his daughter, “It’s more complicated than just that, Sam.”

She wasn’t interested in banter but rather just getting to the bottom of all this. Why she was exhibiting such abilities, why Thea missing a vaccine was so threatening and why this has been the most conversation her and her father have had.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

The room fell silent. Nobody was willing to say another word. If Sampaguita found out that she was being medically and physically abused all throughout her life; they would be facing several issues.

Her disappointment, her pain, her fury and her powers. What exactly were they and how would they impact all of them?

“You might want to sit down…”

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innerenigma · 1 month

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•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

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eternalslover · 6 months

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Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Tangerine: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Y/n: Sure!

Y/n: Whats your favorite color?

Tangerine, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you love me?

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White Flower

A/N: Definitely a long time coming. I've been so slow in my writing since starting university but I'm glad to finally have this one done. Hopefully you all enjoy the introduction of my OC!

Set in the aftermath of Glass Onion.

Title: White Flower

Summary: Fleur Blanc, art student and only daughter of the world's greatest detective, wants to steal the Mona Lisa.

Words: 2336

Despite the alarm and the impassive yelling of “this is a smokeless garden”, Benoit Blanc believed he quite deserved this cigarette, thank you very much. Trying was one word to describe the weekend he’d had. All-round tits up was another.

Besides. The island was pretty much a raging pit of alarms, fire, and general chaos by now. One more addition didn’t make much of a difference, and there certainly was no stopping the activation of the hydrogen fuel now.

“Oh, do shut up,” he said anyway, because it felt good, and because the first yell had made him jump and squish his cigarette between two fingers.

He reached for another and let his sunglasses fall over his eyes, squinting into the distance.

The horrifically neon pink of Birdie Jay’s sunhat stuck out like a sore thumb in the midst of the remaining participants of the weekend’s fiasco. They were all fanned out across the beach, as far apart from each other as possible, waiting impatiently for the policeboats to arrive. Ironic, really, considering how they’d arrived, each one a suck up to the next.

Benoit lit his new cigarette and shook his head with a scoff. “Megalomaniac, Janus-faced…” He muttered the words under his breath and took a puff. The alarm and impassive yelling restarted, and the second cigarette promptly joined the one on the ground.

“For the love of...”

He was owed a proper vacation after this, at the very least.

The yelling stopped abruptly with a crackle and a robotic groan. When Benoit turned, he was met with the sight of a young woman, her feet precariously placed between the gaps of the odd white sculpture that the yelling emanated from.

No longer.

After a violent snap, she held a handful of the offending wires, a look of irritation settling on her face. A flick of long hair and a moment later she tossed the wires onto dry land and followed them down into the shallow water with a quiet splash. Benoit rose a brow and fit his third cigarette neatly between smirking lips.

“Why, thank you, my darlin’.”

Fleur Blanc, twenty-year old art student and daughter of the world’s greatest detective, offered a mock bow as she stepped out of the water. She stretched out a leg and shook her foot dry as her father turned his gaze back towards the beach.

It hadn’t been his idea to bring Fleur along on this particular adventure, and he had in fact protested against it when she and that good-for-nothing roommate of his had suggested it, remembering quite well the last time his detective business had taken him on a wild ride. Alas, lockdown had turned Fleur into a firecracker and Philip had eventually boiled Benoit’s options down to “you take her with you, or I take myself out with the shotgun in the safe.” All fun and games, of course. Of course.

He couldn’t say her presence had been unappreciated. Apart from the obvious ease in her company, and the slightest spark of feeling like they were on a proper vacation, she had helped with the investigation, too. His little detective in the making, he’d always teased, though for as much as he was sure she loved the thrill of investigation, he was certain her career path would lead her straight to the arts.

That certainty was consolidated at the unusual silence coming from Fleur. When he turned, she was standing with her back to him, her eyes fixed on what remained of the Glass Onion. The structure that had once been so…not on fire generated quite the backdrop for his obviously preoccupied daughter. Her head tilted, arms crossed, feet bare and loose hair billowing behind her in the summer breeze, one would assume she was the picture of innocence.

Benoit knew better.

The moment she glanced over her shoulder, a twinkle in her eyes and the—in this case—horrifying beginning of “Dad?” on the tip of her tongue, Benoit pulled his cigarette from his mouth and pointed it at her. His own head dipped dangerously low, and his brows raised in what Fleur knew to be warning.

“No,” he said. Firm and simple. He would not deny she often found herself wrapped around his little finger, but this was one thing he’d be ridiculous to abide by.

“But—”

“My goodness, Fleur, no!”

Fleur narrowed her eyes and whipped her head back around. Benoit saw her fingers tapping rhythmically against her forearm. He remained still, waiting, ready. Because when a thought entered Fleur’s mind, she was hard-pressed to get rid of it.

With a defining nod and not a single glance back, Fleur slipped her flip-flops on and started walking with absolute intent. Benoit rushed after her. He grasped her shoulder and stopped her before she could take another step.

Fleur was ready for him. “I’m doing it,” she stated, “I’ve decided. I have to.”

“You are insane if you truly think—it’s—you are just preposterous, child!”

“But, Dad, it can’t be a crime, right? Most of it’s already destroyed!”

Benoit spluttered. He dropped the cigarette and, with a sudden distaste for the thing, squashed it under the toe of his shoe.

“Jesus, God, Satan, give me strength,” he muttered under his breath, not for the first time concerning his daughter and certainly not for the last. He grasped her by the shoulders, ensuring she couldn’t avoid his gaze, then, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Fleur, sweetheart, you want to steal the Mona fudgin’ Lisa.”

“Rehome,” Fleur was quick to correct. “And it’ll have a better life with me! You really think Miles appreciated it as much as I will?” That was a given. “And—and only a small part, Dad, that’s all I want.” She suddenly hardened her stare, that familiar seriousness suddenly reappearing. “That’s all I need.”

The detective’s speechlessness after that closing statement could have been due to a number of things. One, because the pure gall of this girl never ceased to amaze him. Two, because something seemed to blow up behind them, a puff of smoke emanating from the top of what used to be the Onion. Three, the most likely contender, because the moment said explosion had him distracted, Fleur ducked under his hold and made her way intently towards it.

Like father, like daughter, was all he could think. And he wasn’t referencing himself.

Surprising, considering he followed after her with absolutely zero hesitation.

The Glass Onion’s majesty was long gone. The maddest of people would advise anyone and everyone to stay about a hundred feet from its flaming mess, armed with a hard-shell helmet and a fire extinguisher, just in case anything went even more wrong. Which, looking at it, was likely.

Still, as was typically—stupidly—the case, Benoit Blanc stood in the middle of it all.

One hand wrapped around his daughter’s, the other gripping the doorframe for easy escape, his wide eyes darted around the Onion. If he was any less focused on the state of his surroundings, he would have been more concerned at his daughter’s lack of concern. True, the fire had somewhat died down, and the structure itself looked less ready to cave in than it had done before, but safe was still not a word he would use to describe it.

Helen’s stunt had certainly done a number on poor Mona, but the world of aesthetes could decidedly remain relieved with the knowledge that some parts of her were untouched. Surrounded by what had once been her glass refuge, she sat still in the place she had done since Miles had obtained her. One eye was black, the other pristine. A side of her hair reflected the fire, the other had been destroyed by it. Needless to say, the majority of her was gone, and if Fleur had the time, Benoit had no doubt she’d be down on her hands and knees, collecting the ashes in a little pot and shamelessly risking her life in the process. Alas, he would sooner drag her out, kicking and screaming, than have her be here a moment longer than she apparently needed to be.

Benoit watched his daughter’s eyes as they scanned the room before landing on Mona. In less than a second, that tell-tale glint went from inquisition to pure delight. It seemed no amount of staring from outside of the case could prepare her for now. True, the painting was charred more than not, and his watchful eye did catch a spark of disappointment, but it only seemed to spur her determination in getting it safely within her grasp.

Parental instincts ablaze since the moment he’d stepped foot on the island, Benoit immediately tightened his grip on her hand and yanked her back when she made to move forward. “Hold your horses,” he said, waiting for her eyes to meet his before wildly gesturing around them. “There’s glass everywhere, Fleur, and you’re wearing flip-flops. Why would you bring flip-flops to this island and nothing else?”

“We’re on vacation!”

“You knew darn well this wasn’t a vacation!”

Fleur spluttered for a moment before pointing accusingly at his own choice of footwear. “Like you and your boat shoes can do any better.”

Benoit gasped. Audibly. “These have hard, glass-proof soles, I’ll thank you to notice.”

He wasn’t quite sure what it was that spurred him to his next decision. Perhaps it was the urgency of the situation. Or the very distant, but ever-closer, sound of sirens. Or, maybe, it was the pure eagerness of his daughter; eagerness of which had always softened his heart, no matter the circumstances.

Whichever it was, he tried not to think about the guilt that would remain on his conscience for the rest of his life as he turned and bent over slightly, motioning with his hands.

“Get on my back,” he said hurriedly. When Fleur stalled, shock settling quickly on her face, he motioned again. “Come, child, we haven’t got long.”

And, with that, Fleur hopped on her father’s back with as much excitement as a child. Benoit gripped her legs, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her chin on his shoulder, the biggest of grins adorning her lips.

“Look at you, Dad,” she said as he began walking, stepping carefully over large shards of glass.

“We are not to tell your father,” was his only response to her obvious insinuation that he was becoming rebellious in his old age.

“Might be a little difficult when we come home with the Mona Lisa. Ooh! Why don’t we take the Porsche home too? Just the steering wheel?”

Benoit uttered a silent apology to da Vinci.

“Do you see these grey hairs?” he said. “You are the cause.”

Needless to say, through no innate conformism, Fleur’s inner connoisseur had won over her desire to keep a piece of the Mona Lisa in her cardholder. The moment the police had finished detailing the basics of the weekend’s mess with her father and struck up the sensitive question of the possibility of either of them having seen the Mona Lisa’s remainders at all during the night—Benoit believed it was their imploring “the Louvre are simply desperate to get it back” that had swayed her—Fleur had produced the scraps she’d been able to save from her pocket. Handing them over with only the tiniest hint of reluctance, she’d smiled at the gratefulness from the police and watched them go with the bit of longing she could allow herself.

Chuckling softly, Benoit wrapped an arm around her and drew her into his side, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Well, darlin’,” he said, “I’m very proud of you, if it counts for something.”

Fleur breathed a deep sigh and pressed her lips in a thin smile. “It does. At least I cay say I’ve touched her, right, Dad?”

“Oh, absolutely. That’s more than most people can say, after all.”

The police were wrapping up now, gently guiding the exhausted party members onto a boat—one in particular in aptly placed handcuffs. The island itself would take mountains of work to be habitable again, he’d heard a firefighter voice in passing, and for a moment he wondered if Derol had made it onto the boat. After brief consideration, he decided Derol was probably better off here than America.

Benoit pushed his sunglasses down and steered himself and his daughter in the direction of the shore. He didn’t quite enjoy the idea of sharing a boat ride with previously-dubbed megalomaniac, Janus-faced…people, but alas, after today he would no longer experience the displeasure of seeing them again. Though, he would be glad for Helen to attend a few of his dinner parties when the pandemic allowed.

Fleur reached up to grasp her father’s hand at her shoulder as they walked slowly, stepping carefully around anything glinting in the sand. Then, quietly, “Where’re you gonna put your steering wheel?”

Ah. Benoit instinctively glanced down at the duffel bag in his free hand. True, it was heavier than it had been when he’d first arrived on the island, but he had told his daughter that he’d be much appreciated if she didn’t remind him of his rebelliousness at every given moment. Which she had.

“I’m going to lock it away in a safe, so it’s never found, and I’m never arrested for thieving,” he said, finality embedded in his tone. If anyone ever asked: no, he had not stolen the steering wheel of the Porsche 918 Spyder’s wreckage. No, he did not have it in his duffel bag, blanketed by his clothes and second pair of boat shoes. And, no, once it entered the safe he would never look at it again. Except on birthdays. And maybe Christmasses.

He couldn’t say he regretted it.

But he did regret not regretting it.

“And may I just reiterate,” he said, leaning closer towards her, “your father does not need to know a thing.”

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 5 months

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you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

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Touch: Chapter 5

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, and my version of Luke Skywalker's redemption

Word count: 3.5K

Author’s note: This chapter is a bit more OC!Reader heavy, but it's important for the set-up for the rest of the story. I was sure to break it up with more Kylo interaction, but I thought I'd give a heads-up on that before you dive in! Thank you to those of you still reading- we're almost there :)

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Chapter 5: Father’s Will

You pull away from the embrace, trying to grab at one of the seemingly thousands of thoughts racing through your mind, but each one passes by too quickly.

The man notices your overwhelmed look and speaks up first with a soft smile, “did he send you here?”

You shake your head, unsure of who “he” was. His face falls, brows furrowing ever so slightly. You turn back toward your ship and, after some sifting, pull out the strange pyramid you’ve been holding onto all these years. You hold it out towards him. “I think this belonged to my parents. I… I don’t really know how, but it brought me to you. You’re Luke, right?”

The concern on his face grows as he steps forward, taking the pyramid from your hands. He stares down at it. “This was for Doron.”

“Who-”

Before the word- much less the full question- could find its way out of your mouth, he throws the pyramid against the rocky cliff beside you. You both watch as the green glass shatters and the stone frame crumbles onto the ground.

One of the few things you had left of the parents you had yet to remember was now gone.

The man in front of you just stares at the broken pieces, silent.

Eyes wide, too stunned even to scream (though you really want to), you turn your attention back to him. “What- why?”

“There’s one person I know who's clever enough to pull something like that. And I want to make sure no one does it again.”

“What are you talking about?”

He finally turns to you. “That device wasn’t meant for you, or for any of us. I… Reprogramed it, in a way. But for you to be here, Doron must have figured me out, and then did the same thing. I can’t risk anyone else finding me, or this place. Especially when the only other people that would want a device like that are Sith.”

“Wait, Sith?”

He nods.

Running your hands through your hair in exasperation, you let out a long breath and sit on one of the rocks beside the two of you. “Okay, I’m going to need you to start from the beginning. I have no idea what’s happening or what my place is in all of… whatever this is.”

Warm laughter echoes against the cliffside as he moves to sit beside you. “Well, to start, you have a few things right. I am Luke, and this,” he says, gesturing to the wooden box still in his hand, “does belong to me, and that,” he adds, pointing to the pile of broken pieces behind the two of you, “did belong to one of your parents. But that isn’t really where all of this started.”

You wait for a while, in silence. “Okay…” You say, dragging out the end of the word as you try to think. “So where does ‘this’ all start?”

“That will be something you need to find out for yourself.” Luke stands. “You’re here so I can help finish what Doron started; and that begins with some training-”

“Training?”

“It won’t be quite like the training I, or even Doron, went through. I’ve lived far too long to continue the Jedi code like that-”

“Jedi?”

“You don’t need to worry so much about the things you don't understand yet,” he adds, watching you with a glimmer of mirth in his eyes. “You will come to understand it in time. All I need to know is if you’re willing.”

“I don’t know.”

“You need to. Are you willing?”

You pause for a moment, leaning back. Am I willing? Willing to do what? To learn, perhaps. To learn who I am. To learn why I'm here. To learn about my parents. To learn what I should do next. To learn if there’s a reason why Vilya came to me, why Kylo took me, and why I'm here with Luke now. I have no idea what it would bring, but considering the current situation and the options I have… But then what does it mean for me moving forward?

“I’m not sure,” you finally answer.

“Well, you can go home, or you can start tomorrow.” Luke stands. “The choice is yours,” he says as he turns and begins to head down further into the island.

“Wait!” You call after him. He stops, half turning back to you. “I can’t stay. I've only got one day. If I stayed for too long, they’d know I was gone.”

“They? You mean-“

“The Order. Kylo Ren.”

Luke’s face falls.

“You know him?”

“I do. Be careful around him.”

“What do you mean?” You ask in a lowered voice, jogging towards Luke.

He sighs, his expression difficult to read as he seemingly relives countless memories. “He’s one of the few people I’ve failed in my life. I tried to train him when he was a boy, but after all the work I put into rebuilding what my father had destroyed and seeing the things I’ve seen, I was scared. And when you’re scared, you act on impulse. And it pushed him away, toward the dark side.” Luke takes a breath. “I tried to talk with him- to make it right- but his anger drove him to listen to just about anyone else... I know there’s good in him. I’m sure you can sense it too-”

“I-”

“Be patient with him, but be cautious while he finds his way back to the light. He’s already done things worth regretting, and I’m sure he has more mistakes to make before you can guide him back.”

“Me?”

“That’s part of why you’re here, isn't it?”

“I’m here for my own answers-”

“Your answers are his too.”

You stand for a moment, questions building up your brain.

Luke shakes his head. “It will all make sense soon, padawan.” Luke takes your hand, guiding you- still wordless- back to your ship. “Think on it, meditate on it. Do what feels right to you... And come back when you’re willing.”

You nod, stepping into your ship.

Luke begins to walk away, the wooden box in hand.

“Thank you, Luke,” you whisper under your breath.

Though the engines roared and you barely whispered those words, you could have sworn Luke heard them somehow, as he turned around the moment you uttered them. With a smile, a nod, and a short wave, he watches you take off from the planet and head back to Coruscant.

You pick up the tracker from your home and attach it back to your ship, moving mindlessly in the haze of your thoughts. You went looking for answers, and yet you seem to be returning only with more questions. On top of that, despite the work you had done to ensure that med bay would still be operational in your absence (and, admittedly, giving the First Order more help than they really needed), you still have a deal to hold to. So while part of you is willing to take on the risks and disappear to train with Luke, you can’t ignore the rest of you: the parts that are enraptured by Kylo, by what he might offer your future, by who he is. Though you struggle to admit it to yourself, you have to stay.

Landing back on the Finalizer, your eyes move to the figure clad in black, troopers trailing behind him with a new prisoner in hand. Though a familiar sight to you now, it never gets easier to see.

You avert your eyes as you find your usual stall and ground the ship inside of it. You quickly make your way from the hangar to your room, keeping your eyes to the ground along the way as you had learned to do. When you reach the door, you look back for a moment only to see Kylo walking across the hallway.

He stops, his helmet turning to face your direction- he must’ve felt your gaze on him. The moment he seems to switch gears, heading towards you, you rush through the door and into your room.

As the door closes, you hit the lock, before sitting on your bed with a sigh. Setting your bag down beside you, you kick off your shoes and lie down, listening. Footsteps echo in the metal hallways outside. Low voices speak. Another set of footsteps. Silence.

With a deep breath of relief, you unpack your bag and wind down for the night. You have a lot of thinking to do. But for now, you need rest- it will have to wait for tomorrow.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━��━━━ ••

The next few days are spent sorting through your thoughts in your journal. From new discoveries about Vilya and her likely permanent absence, to recent confusion with Kylo, to everything with Luke, there was a lot to process.

You think about all the memories you have with Vilya, and you realize her introduction into your life really was a convenient one. In retrospect, it does makes sense that someone had planted her- but what didn’t make sense was that it was a request made by someone who knew who you really were, and they were not one of your parents. You haven’t really taken the time to process all that you would lose in her absence- a friend, a guide, a connection to your past, perhaps even a lover and a future. Then again, it’s hard to think about when so much of it feels like a lie.

Though you try to avoid it, you continually catch your mind drifting to Kylo; the man who suddenly seems to want nothing to do with you, and yet you can’t get rid of him. You feel like you see him everywhere you go, both literally and figuratively. There’s something deep down within you that tells you that, although you’ve gone most of your life without really even knowing he existed, you couldn’t go without him.

It’s been days since you last saw him now. You wish he would stop by your room again, even if it’s just to talk. Or that he would find his way back into your room with whatever powers the force- supposing it’s as much as the stories have chalked it up to be- gave him. Or, even better, that you could talk to him yourself. If you could just go to him-

“You’re here,” Kylo says, his voice gentle.

You look over to see Kylo suddenly sitting beside you on your bed. “I am,” you respond, unsure of what to say. It’s been so long since you’ve been able to talk with him, and you were caught off guard by the convenient timing of his appearance.

“You weren’t at med bay this morning.”

“Were you hurt?” You ask, turning your body towards him. You quickly look him over, searching for any sign of injury.

“The droids took care of it. Didn’t realize you were a droid technician too-” he adds, a hint of bitterness tainting his tone.

“I’m not,” you jump in, “I just wanted to make sure everyone would be okay while I’m gone.”

He hums.

A few moments pass.

“How do you do that?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“Do what?”

“Appear and disappear, wherever I am.”

“I don’t choose to-”

“But-”

“-The force continues to bring us together,” he concludes.

“Why? Why me?”

“We know we can help each other-”

“No, Kylo, the force brought us together now. When I don’t know my past, and you don’t have what you’re looking for. You would have killed me back in Chandrila. Hell, you already brought in another replacement option, or whoever that poor man is-”

“He’s not here to replace you, he’s here to help us find someone,” he starts. Your heartbeat kicks up for a moment.

A dark, hissing voice whispers to you: ‘You have to do something about him.’

But what? What if he’s tied to Luke? No, no, there’s nothing to be done. You focus back on Kylo as he continues.

“I didn’t-”

“Don’t lie to me,” you cut him off, “you wanted me dead the second you saw me. So why would the force choose me?” Tears begin to brim your eyes. You want answers- and he knew the force, and he’s keeping you here, and he has to have an answer. Yet, he seems to be searching for words. You watch his hand slowly move until its resting atop yours.

“I think... we need each other.”

His eyes are the softest, most beautiful things you’ve ever seen in this moment. You’ve had yet to take the time to really look at him, to notice the depth of his brown eyes and the even darker flecks that surround his pupils. The dark circles underlining them and the chapped, once-bleeding lips only begin to tell the story of his self-neglect. His breathing is steady, and his breath is warm as it brushes over your hands. You realize you aren’t sure if you’ve ever been this close to him before. Are we getting closer? Are my cheeks getting warm? Does he notice? Does it matter? Your eyes flicker down to his lips, and as they come back up, you realize he had just done the same.

A knock on the door causes both of you to jump.

You look down to see Kylo had pulled his hand away from yours. As you look back up, he stands.

“Wait, Kylo-” you call out. He pauses, turning to look at you.

“I think-” you start, but you’re cut off by another man entering the room. Kylo quickly turns away.

“Commander-” they begin as Kylo fades from view, clearly not noticing you.

“-I love you.” You finish, your pitch sloping down to a whisper.

It’s quiet, and cold, and dark, and again, you are alone.

Alone with a confession you don't know what to do with.

You lie down, settling on going to sleep when Luke’s voice fills your head: ‘Meditate on it.’

So you try. You sit up and get comfortable, relaxing your body as best as you can, and close your eyes. You think about your interaction with Luke. The words that were said. The question he asked. Am I willing? You wait.

And wait.

Nothing.

What is the right way forward?

You wait again.

Nothing.

You sit for a while longer.

Nothing still.

With a huff, you lie down, finally realizing just how exhausted you are. Shortly after you close your eyes and shift around just a bit, you doze off to sleep.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

You open your eyes to a complete darkness. You blink hard a couple of times, wondering if your vision has failed you overnight, when you see an older man fade into view. You realize you’re standing, and you look down to find yourself covered in grey robes, similar in style to the ones you had seen on Luke the day before. The man before you wears tan and brown robes that seem familiar.

“Hello there,” he says, his soft voice echoing in the space around you.

Your brows twitch together, making your confusion clear on your face.

“For a while, I was concerned I’d never be able to talk to you. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Excuse me, who are you?”

“Ah, yes. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi- though you would better know me as your grandfather.”

You give him an even more confused look. “You know my parents?”

“And you don’t, it seems.”

“I raised myself.”

“You claim to be an orphan?”

“Not exactly.”

“Good. If my memory serves me right, both of your parents stayed as long as they felt they could.”

“What… What happened to them?” You ask, your voice weak as a lump builds in your throat.

“Your mother, Terra, fell ill when you were 5 and passed shortly after.”

“And my father?”

“My son, Doron, raised you on his own for a while, but was forced to leave you for the sake of your safety.”

“Right,” you retort, anger boiling up within. Why did he leave? I thought he was dead- or worse yet, he couldn’t be bothered to even care anymore. Some kind of father. You continued, “because leaving a 10 year old on her own with practically nothing is safe.”

“I never claimed his actions were wise. He left out of fear.”

“Fear?”

“The force is strong within you. He had tried to train you as he had been trained by the Jedi- though, I suppose, he never finished his training, but I digress. When he realized he would not be able to keep up with you, he sought the help of a good friend- Luke Skywalker. However, that only put a target on his back, so he fled. He felt it would be better for you to grow up an orphan than to risk turning to the dark side.”

You shake your head. Doron. Luke. The people in the vision you saw. The man you’re training with now. Your grandfather. It’s all connected. It’s an answer, at least. Not a good one. But an answer nonetheless.

“I understand it may not be the kind of revelation you were hoping for.”

“It’s not. But I do have something now.” You sigh.

“I sense there is something troubling you still.”

“I’m just worried about a new prisoner.”

“Well, despite his best efforts, you do still have a connection to your father.”

You freeze. “What?” you manage.

“Doron is still alive, and he’s still working against the Order.”

“So-”

“I know you’re worried, but you needn’t do anything.”

“But-”

“Trust me, he was raised taught well. If he’s made it this far, he has plenty of time still. He’s as smart as his mother,” he adds, reminiscing for a moment before refocusing back on you. “Besides, you know better than anyone that an iron will goes a long way.”

“Okay, so…” you pause for a moment, trying to think. It’s easier to navigate through your own mind now that some things have seemingly fallen into place, but you still struggle to see the way forward. “What do I do?”

“That is for you to find out.”

“Ugh,” you groan, rolling your eyes. Of course he would say that.

“Don’t let your anxiousness for your father or your future cloud your judgement. While you should heed his advice and only return when you're ready- I will say, Luke's training will help you find the answers you seek within yourself; within the force.”

You nod, thinking back to Luke’s offer. As you start to create a mental plan for returning to him, you sense everything around you starting to fade and realize that you’re waking up. “Wait, don’t go!” You close the gap between you and Obi-Wan, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as the two of you embrace. “I have so much more to ask you- and more to say.”

“It may be what you want, padawan, but in this moment, it isn’t what you need.” He pulls away as your eyes begin to well with tears. “Don’t worry, if you need me again, you will find me.” He begins to fade, his grasp slowly becoming less physical, the room gaining light.

“I don’t want you to leave me,” you manage, a tear rolling down your cheek.

He wipes the tear with his thumb, a soft smile growing on his lips. “I never have.”

You wake up.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

After sorting some things in med bay, you can only think of your dream, mentally starting to piece everything together from the past few days. I need answers- no, I need training. I need to know how to find the answers. I need to get back to Luke.

You rush back to your room to pack an overnight bag and head straight to the ship's hanger. Normally, you’d keep an eye out for Kylo, either for the sake of saying goodbye or avoiding having to do so- but today, you aren’t looking for him at all. You hardly notice anyone around you, despite the usual bustle of the Finalizer ensuring a consistently well-populated ship. You make it to your ship and take off to Coruscant, not bothering to do any of the routine safety or engine checks.

You drop the tracker off at your home, hiding it in the panel you’ve become so acquainted with by now, and head back to the planet on which Luke resides. As you land in the same spot as before, you realize Luke is already at the top of this island, as if he was waiting for you this time. You step out of the ship and set your bag beside your feet.

You glance down at the shiny object at Luke’s side, the reflection of the daylight glinting on its surface. He’s holding a familiar metallic tube- the one you delivered to him just days prior in that old wooden box. You look back up to Luke, who seems to be filled with a new sense of… excitement. Of life. Of hope. He nods.

“I’m willing.”

(Part 6)

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