#star wars sequel trilogy self insert

[write-and-wander]

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 :)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

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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Infiltrate My Life ~Captain Phasma xFem Trainee!Reader

May the fourth be with you all!! I just needed an excuse to write another Fic for Phasma lol. Smutty Fic for Star Wars Day 😘🏳️‍🌈🖤

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, implied masturbation, smut, thigh riding, spanking, spanking kink, mommy kink, implied pain kink…?, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You barely dodged a yet another swing, that Phasma sent your way.

You two had been sparring for hours by now.

You looked at the clock and it read 11:30pm…

You were a panting mess.

While the Captain was still energized and swinging at you.

You had been assigned to her as your training mentor, and unlike a lot of the other senior imperial staff, she took it seriously.

Physical Training every morning at 4:30.

Dieted Breakfast at 8.

Stealth Training at 9:30.

Dieted Lunch at 12:30pm.

Weapons Training at 2:30.

Gear Analysis & Training at 4.

Dieted Dinner at 5:30.

Sparring Session at 8.

She worked you around the clock, and still managed to get all of her other duties done with nothing short of perfection.

~~~

When you had first met Phasma, you were immediately intimidated and a little scared.

And when they paired her as your mentor, you were at odds.

You had been picked up to be a covert operative, and the First Order had given you an Imperial Trooper Captain as your mentor…

But as soon as the Captain laid out her expectations, you quickly realized how serious and skilled she was.

She could without a doubt train an assassin.

~~~

Phasma threw another punch, but this one you didn’t dodge in time…

Her fist collided with your face, causing you to stumble back and fall on your ass.

You groaned in frustration.

You would never beat this woman…

“Again.” Phasma ordered.

You huffed, rubbing your nose slightly and then realizing your nose was bleeding…

Oh well…

you thought as you got back up, your breathing labored and your body sore and aching.

Again and again Phasma struck you down, until she had decided it was enough for today.

“You can go. I expect you here at 4:30am sharp.” Phasma commanded, before leaving you on the floor of the sparring ring.

You groaned again in frustration, smacking your hand against the mat in anger but quickly recoiling in pain.

You winced at your bruised hand, as images of Phasma pinning you down flashed in your head.

You sighed, feeling your core tense and heated as it usually was after your more intense sparring sessions.

You just couldn’t help it…

Sparring Sessions we’re the only time that Phasma ever took off her entire armor.

Or at least the only time in which you were ever present…

Every time she shoved you to the ground, brushed against your shoulder, pinned you to the floor, or just touches you in any way, sparks of electricity were sent or your core.

You knew this was dangerous…

This was not the business for developing feelings.

But you couldn’t stop what you felt.

So you suppressed it.

Unfortunately for you, that meant your mind only brought it up more…

So every night, once Phasma had ended your session, you were finally able to relieve the painful ache in between your legs before going to bed.

~~~

The next morning you dragged yourself out of bed and into your training clothes.

You were tired and your mind was still fuzzy.

Today was leg day, so your mourning training would be in the weight room.

No one was awake at this hour, let alone lifting weights, so you walked the corridors in silence, which made you only more tired.

You entered the weight room with a yawn to find Phasma in her sparring wear still, leaning against a wall with a wicked smirk on her face.

You closed the door.

“Your late.” She sneered.

“Sorry… What will it be this time?” You mumbled.

Whenever you were late, Phasma would punish you with intense physical regimes…

“Something new…” Phasma taunted with that devilish smirk.

“Ok…” you said, not understanding what was going on with her.

“You know, I have to do security camera checks every few months. I did one last night.” She purred.

This was a new tone…

“Oh?”

She didn’t usually make small talk…

“Yes… And I saw something interesting…” her eyes twinkled with a new, dark substance.

Your stomache dropped.

She knew.

She had to know.

You hummed in response, not being able to form any words as your mind was spiraling.

“So today, we will be trying out a new punishment…” Phasma tauntingly purred.

You gulped.

Her tone sent shivers down your spine and sparks to your core.

“Yes Ma’am.” you whispered.

“Oh no, that won’t do… What was it you called me last night and the many nights before that…?” She wickedly toyed with you.

She’s seen the other ones as well…

You were so Fucked.

“I asked you a question, trainee.” Phasma jeered.

“Mommy…” you whispered, eyes glued to the floor and an intense blush scoring your face.

But this wasn’t satisfactory for Phasma.

“Look me in the eyes when you tell me what you call me when your hand in inbetween your legs and your screaming my name in pleasure.” Phasma lustfully commanded, her eyes now completely dark with lust.

You whimpered and looked into her hungry, lustful eyes, “Mommy…”

Phasma hummed and proceeded to straddle a weight lifting bench.

“Bend over Mommy’s lap.” She ordered.

“I… what..?” You breathlessly stuttered.

Phasma darkly chuckled, “Make Mommy repeat herself again and your punishment will be far worse…”

You audibly gulped, making Phasma grin at the effect she had on you.

You immediately went over to her and practically collapsed over her lap, your wobbly knees giving in.

Phasma then pulled down your pants along with your knickers and spread your legs so that your ass was raised her for her.

“Count. If you stop, forget, or miscount, Mommy starts over. Understand?” She jeered.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, wiggling your ass slightly in anticipation.

“Already so needy aren’t you, slut?” Phasma tauntingly purred.

But before you could say anything—

Smack!

Phasma had smacked her hand against your ass, hard…

You yelped and jolted forward a bit, “Fuck! One…”

“One what?” She sneered.

“One Mommy…!” You immediately replied, hoping she still counted that.

Her hum of approval told you that it counted.

Whack!

“Two Mommy!!” you yelped, your ass turning a blush pink color.

Crack!

“Threeeeeee fuck Mommy…!” You groaned.

“Such a slut…” Phasma chuckled.

Thwack!

“Four Mommy please…!” You mewled, your ass approaching tomato redness.

“Begging will get you nowhere, not when your being punished…”

Snap!

“F…FIVE Mommy!!” you cried out, the sting becoming harsher.

“I can already see your glistening slickness, slut… Is that all for mommy?” Phasma taunted.

Smack!

“Six Mommy yes yes all for you…!!” you cried, tears starting to well up and trickle down your face.

Phasma hummed in delight.

Whack!

“Sev—Seven! Mommy please Im… I’m sorry please!!” You stuttered in a cry, burring your face in her lap to muffle your sinful sounds.

But Phasma was quick to pull your head back up.

“No no slut… I get to here you…” she wickedly purred.

Crack!

“Eight FUCK Mommy!!” you cried, your voice going shrill.

Wetness was dripping down your inner thighs at this point.

Thwack!

“GOD please Nine Mommy…!!” you screamed.

“God won’t help you now…” Phasma chuckled, “Last one if your good, slut…”

“I’ll be good so good please mommy please!!” You plead.

Smack!

“TEN MOMMY!!” you cried out.

Phasma then started to rub your red, raw ass lightly, causing you to let out a breath of relief.

She then lowered her lips to the shell of your ear and whispered,

“If you ever touch yourself without my permission again, I’ll bend you over my lap and spank you in the dining hall in front of everyone…”

You gulped.

“Yes mommy…” you choked out, your voice strained.

You squirmed in her lap, suddenly feeling extremely desperate and in need of relief.

Phasma darkly chuckled at your efforts, and she easily picked you up to straddle her thigh.

Instinctually, you bucked your hips against the blondes toned thigh.

But she stopped your administrations.

“Tell me what you want, slut…” she purred in your ear.

“Wanna Ride your thigh and cum on it… please mommy…?” You whimpered, desperate for some friction.

“Alright, slut… ride my thigh…” she permitted.

But you didn’t ride her thigh, no…

You rutted against her thigh.

Fast, sloppy jerkings of your hips as you desperately fucked yourself on her thigh…

You fell apart in minutes.

Your body spasming and collapsing on top of Phasma.

“Thank you mommy…” you mumbled.

Phasma chuckled and rolled her eyes, “If you ever call me that when it’s outside this scenario, I will kill you myself slowly and painfully.”

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[sithlordsae]

& my warrior.

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[wh3at]

God LORD please be nice to me about this, I know his design is very basic classic anime protag but he’s just a self inert version of my main person! Who’s design I like to keep the same through all fandoms I insert him into!

Very boring Admiral of the First Order, repeatedly hides under his desk when he’s needed for something

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[constellation-em]

poe proposing to you

Okay here's the deal; I'm trying to break out my writers block so I wrote some quick little blurbs, didn't proofread them, and posted them on ao3 (@marvel_van_hogh on there as well). So, without any further ado, here you go:

“I’m leaving for six months.” He looked you dead in the eyes. He didn’t have his signature smirk, no twinkle in his eyes. He wasn’t joking.

“Poe you can’t be serious,” you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. He closed the gap between the two of you, grabbing both of your hands in his. 

“I’m sorry sweets. I swear I’ll come back. I promise on the entire universe I will come back for you.” He gripped your hands tighter, looking deep into your eyes. 

“You can’t promise that. It’s war, Poe.”

“I can.”

And just like that, Poe was down on one knee, his mothers ring held out in front of you. You had been so caught up in the moment that you didn’t realise it wasn’t around his neck like it usually was. 

Wait.

What’s happening?

“Poe?” You looked down at him, your left hand still in his right. You could feel your heart beating a mile a minute and the tears were coming faster now- you just didn’t know what emotions they were conveying. 

“Marry me, darling. The universe wouldn’t dare take a husband from his partner.” He took a deep breath. You could see it, hear it, feel it. There was a moment of hesitation in both of you.

“Poe.”

“Darling.”

“We’re in a war.”

“And I’m in love.”

-

Six months later, your husband returned to you safe and just a little scratched up. He was right. The universe wouldn’t dare take him away from you, but you weren’t sure that was the marriage’s doing. He told people he only proposed because he wanted to lock you in before he went away for a while, but you both knew the truth. In glances shared across the room during parties, in shared breakfasts in the canteen in the morning, and in sweet cuddles in the dark of the night, you both knew the truth.

He was in love with you, and you were in love with him.

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So anyway if you liked it feel free to leave a note and maybe follow me? I've been trying to be more active as well as fight the bots haha

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[rubixcubi]

Thought this quote from How To Train Your Dragon 2 fit them perfectly, and you can decide which one is saying it (Luke was the one who ran away so I’m assuming it’s Castin, but it’s definitely what both of them are thinking)

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[adora-but-ginger]

Final Moments

pairing: poe dameron x gn!reader

summary: everyone is told that they’re going to die eventually, but it’s weird knowing it’s coming within a day. at least poe’s there with you.

word count: ~1.7k

warnings: um basically both major character deaths, angst, more angst, like guys this does not have a happy ending

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a/n: i don’t know what compelled me to write this. i suggest listening to as the world caves in while you read this, it really sets the mood--i know that this is a sad one, so please don’t read it if you’re not in the mental space to! self-care is important, please take care of you! 

edit: if literally one person asks for a happy ending version of this, i will write it

also don’t repost my stories, because that a. is not cool and b. makes you a loser

(credit to gif owner)

When you were young, the elders of your town used to tell you about their life in old age. You watched them grow old as you did yourself, watched them live their lives in harmony with one another, and you yearned for something like that, knowing the life you had lived was worth it, was full.

So, when you realized that there was no way off of this ship, well, it had hit you like a sack of bricks.

It was weird, you had to admit, the feeling of knowing death.

You knew the risk of a mission like this, of getting caught, of your cover being blown. You were taken onto a First Order ship after the transmission of battle plans was traced back to you, back to your dodgy alias that you, in retrospect, should have spent more time on.

But at least you weren’t alone.

You were sent on this mission alongside one Poe Dameron, who went undercover with the luxury of a trooper helmet (he was the poster boy after all), and once they found you, it was not difficult to locate the faulty trooper in the bunch.

You both had been taken under custody and thrown in a cell of white to live out what little time you had left, and maybe it was a newcomer who had been sent to deliver you to your new home, or maybe it was by the grace of the Maker themselves, but you two had been stuck in together.

You two had known each other for a decent amount of time, though you couldn’t pinpoint just how much time that really might be. He was the head of Black Squadron, a squadron which you managed to get a place in yourself. You had grown quite close over that time, to the extent where you might even call him a friend.

It was hard to have friends in a war.

You had fought well together, like a ‘well-oiled machine’ some would say. You could undergo maneuvers without a word being exchanged, you were the ideal dream team when it came to pilots. So, it was a bit unnerving to hear that you two would be sent undercover. Thinking about it now, surrounded by walls of white that looked back at you with a metallic sneer, you knew that the mission was doomed from the start.

His heavy breathing drew you out of your trance.

“I keep thinking that there’s some way we can get out of this.” Whether said shaky breaths were from the pain of breathing through cracked ribs, tears, or a mixture, you couldn’t tell.

“We’ll try to escape this, don’t you worry flyboy, we always do.” Another thing that was weird--he was always the optimist in these situations, not you. But if he needed you to be his happiness, then you would do it.

You would do nearly anything for him, and you reckoned that he would do the same.

You felt the back of his head lean against the back of yours and thought that he might have closed his eyes. Mirroring his actions, you felt comfort in knowing that you weren’t alone, as kriffed up as that sounded. After all, to die whilst lonely is to die with the worst pain of all.

“I don’t think we can, Black-six” your callsign. “The Force was never one with either of us after all, huh.” His voice held something you had never heard before, a pang you decided you didn’t like.

“The Force has always been between the both of us, Poe. You can’t lose hope like that now, you out of everyone know how hope can mean all the difference.”

You could hear a sound that mixed between a chuckle and a scoff. “You sound like Leia.”

A beat bounced in the small space around you.

“Do you think she knows?” You called out to the air in front of you.

Another beat followed before he answered. “Yeah, she has a way of knowing these things. Especially when it deals with her son.”

Ah yes, Kylo Ren. He was the one who personally wanted to execute the both of you, which to some extent was an accomplishment in itself. You two managed to get on the nerves and radar of the newest Vader-reject, a thought which was quite amusing to you. You could joke about it now, you had to joke about it now, because it wouldn’t be much of a laughing matter when the red humming of his saber would be pointed at your throats.

Your breathing had started to quicken, and he must have noticed this, as you felt his hand reach behind his back to grasp yours. You yourself were never one for physical touch, but this was an exception, he was an exception. You could feel the shake of his hand as he held it, the warmth spreading throughout your wrist and arm.

You squeezed.

He squeezed back.

A tear silently slipped down your face at the reality of the situation at hand.

You guys weren’t going to make it out of this.

And you knew that the Force coursed somewhere between the two of you, it had to, because when he spoke again that charm of his had returned. Yeah, maybe it was all for show, but you were okay with that.

“Say we do make it out of this, yeah? Say we make it out and we win the war, what would you do?”

You didn’t quite know what to make of his question, so when you felt the squeeze of his hand again, you shrugged. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath of the filtered air. “I mean what would you like to do? I personally always wanted to go back to my home planet, visit my old town, say hi to those who remember me.” He paused. “What would you do?”

It took you a minute to respond, and when you did, it came out quiet. “I don’t have a home planet to return to.” You could feel your eyes fight with threatening tears. “I think I would like to find one though, a new home. One with beautiful sunsets, that’s for sure, and a comfortable climate would be nice. Find myself a hut, settle down and have some animals to accompany me.”

You could feel him cock his head to one side. “By yourself?”

You shrugged again. “I mean, I’ve never really had anyone before, so I don’t see why not. It would be nice to have someone there too, I guess I’ve never thought about it before. I don’t have anyone though, I’m not that close to anyone really.” A cough erupted from you, rattling your sore bones. They had harmed the both of you before they threw you in this white-walled prison, to prevent any resistance.

“Well, when we get back, I’m going to go back to my droid and you’re going to go find that person. Friend, partner, begrudging enemy, whatever, yeah?”

You shook your head in response. “No thanks, I’m not that good at making good impressions with new people.”

He turned his head towards yours and you could almost feel his pain, both emotional and physical. His voice could just barely be heard over the pounding in your ears and head. “I’ll do it, I’ll watch the sunset with you. On Yavin IV, they’re luxurious, you would love it.”

You turned your head to match his. “You promise?”

You could hear the bittersweet smile as he spoke. “With my everything.”

“Poe, I don’t want to die.”

Not soon after your words was there a pounding into the door that held you two captive, and for a small second hope visited again. It was drained instantly as the horde of stormtroopers marched in, ordering you two to get up. Tears streamed down your cheeks, and once you had been moved to a standing position you noticed Poe’s face was blotchy, tears running down his too.

He continued on like you were conversing at the caf after a day of flying. “Bee-Bee always wanted to see us together. We’ll have a little room for them in the house. They won’t have to joke anymore when they call us their parents.” A pressure against your back made its presence known, the tip of the blaster searing into your clothes and skin. You shared a panicked look with Poe, and he grasped your hand even tighter, it now slightly shaking.

“Separate yourselves.” The modulator that the trooper spoke through was low, and in response, you side-stepped closer to Poe.

You chuckled sourly. “What are you going to do, kill us?”

It was ironic at this point.

As you were escorted out of the room, you saw that you two meant enough to have a guard of troopers, which you knew would root a little pride in the both of you. Your footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, save for your group. “I’ve always wanted to have a library, could we have a library, Poe?”

"We’ll have a magnificent library, full of books from every corner of the galaxy.” You walked closer to whatever would wait for you at the end of this. It was terrifying, but you had begun to accept it.

You shut your eyelids momentarily, letting a wave of cold wash over you, and that’s when you heard it. Your name.

Your actual name.

Sure, you had nicknames and callsigns in the resistance, but you never told anyone your official name, and that’s when any remaining walls you had fell to ruins.

“I don’t want to die either.”

Another squeeze of his hand. You continued speaking through both of your fears. “And we’ll steal an x-wing, for you, your favourite one. You can fly it anywhere and everywhere. It’ll be yours.”

You came to a halt. The doors hissed open before you, and you turned your body to face his, him doing the same. “We’ll have dinner by the stars every night.”

You were being pushed into the room now, and you knew it was happening soon. Kylo turned the attention to him and started speaking, words muffled by unimportance. He dragged the two of you forward with nothing but a raised arm and you closed your eyes, holding onto Poe’s hand like it was your last hope.

“Together?” He murmured, just so you could hear.

The saber ignited.

“Together.” You reassured.

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Yandere Kylo Ren pt. 2 (4/4)

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“What was he referring to?” Kylo Ren suddenly growled in my ear.

This broke my attention from Rey. I let out a quiet gasp, looking at his gaze, giving me such a warning.One of his hands began drifting to my head.

“She’s my girlfriend, Kylo Ren. You can imagine what we did,” I growled back, sending him a snarl. “Maybe I would consider you more if you weren’t such a villain.”

His glare moved to the woman, who was staring out a telescope. Even though my Force was not strong, I could feel the anger wash over the room. But, I focused on Rey once more, tuning into Snoke’s villain speech.

“—For you, all is lost.”

Rey suddenly summoned Kylo Ren’s lightsaber, igniting it immediately. Kylo Ren tensed, but didn’t move. All eyes were on Rey, and the red knights were on guard. Nobody moved as Snoke continued to taunt her, even with how furious she was.

“O-oh. And still that fiery spit of hope.” He raised his hand in mock surrender. “You have the spirit of a true Jedi!”

Rey suddenly charged at him. As badly as I was rooting for her, I had seen Snoke’s power. It was impalpable. 

Just as she raised the lightsaber to strike him, he flicked his finger. She was sent flying back, the lightsaber falling right ant Kylo Ren’s feet. He shoved me aside and summoned it, stretching his fingers. Rey was sent sprawled on the floor, and I went to help her, but she was pulled to her knees by Snoke.

“And because of that, you must die.” He spun her toward us. She looked angry, but when her eyes flickered toward me, I saw it. Fear. She was scared. And I wanted so badly to help her. “My worthy apprentice, son of darkness, heir apparent to Lord Vader. Where there was conflict, I now sense resolve. Where there was weakness, strength.” I saw it in his eyes. He was conflicted. Confused. Weak. Everything Snoke was saying was to butter him up. Either that, or he was truly blind. “Complete your training, and fulfill. Your. Destiny.”

As he fired up the lightsaber, I did the only thing I could. I suddenly tugged on his sleeve. He turned to look at me. But I silenced him with a kiss to his lips. He responded immediately, and I knew how hungry he was for more. But I pulled away, pleading with my eyes. I then moved to his ears.

“Please. Do what’s right.”

With that, I let him go. He looked at me, still stunned from the surprise affection. I turned to Rey, but she did not seem angry. She knew that it was what I had to do in attempt to save her life. I was weak in the Force, but he was weak with me.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, walking forward. Rey was still panting, and they maintained a steady glaring contest. Well, Rey was glaring. Somehow, Kylo Ren’s anger had completely dissipated. He was contemplating.

He slowly began raising the lightsaber to her neck. It was gentle. But, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. The slow rotation of Rey’s lightsaber, turning toward Snoke.

“I know what I have to do,” Kylo stated.

“Ben,” she whispered. Of course she didn’t know what was going on behind her. She thought he was making the wrong choice, like every other time.

“You think you can turn him?” Snoke sneered. “Pathetic child. I cannot be betrayed, I cannot be beaten. I see his mind, I see his every intent. Yes… I see him turning the lightsaber to strike true.” The lightsaber was almost by her neck. My heart pleaded that he would not kill them both. That he would talk it out. He would do what was right. “And now, foolish child, he ignites it. And kills his true enemy!”

The Jedi lightsaber turned on, striking right through Snoke. I let out a cry of delight, and in that moment, I pulled the lightsaber to myself. Rey turned around as she was released from Snoke’s Force grip. She saw what had happened.

I took the lightsaber in my hands. The red knights immediately began to attack us, and Rey had no time to digest what had happened. Kylo tossed his lightsaber to Rey, deciding to use the Force as his weapon.

Rey and I collided back to back, ready to attack the red knights. Already, Kylo had forced some off the ledge and choked another. But Rey and I, our lightsabers clashed with the red counterparts. I felt a serge of confidence run through me. If I could stop Kylo Ren from hurting the love of my life, I could stop these queen of hearts bitches from doing it too.

But then, we were separated. I was surrounded by three distinct men, engaging in a stare down with my lightsaber extended, while Rey was struggling with one. I had to protect her.

One of them suddenly pulled out a whip. I took a few steps farther away, deciding to engage with the one to my left. I dashed at him. I barely blocked his hit, but I quickly recovered, stabbing him in the chest. He froze and collapsed. I turned tail, attempting to block the whip about to descend on me, but it was suddenly whisked away. Kylo Ren had come to my rescue, taking care of both of the soldiers.

I noticed Rey wasn’t handling herself very well. Kylo suddenly shouted,” Y/n, give me your saber!”

I obediently tossed it to him, and he caught it with ease. I ducked underneath an attempted slash from the enemy, rolling over and picking up tan corpse’s whip. I struck a red knight and dashed over to Rey, my attention falling back to her.

A blade was being held to her neck. She was trying to hold back. She was in front of her. None of the others were attacking me, so I focused, raising my hand. I thrust my hand out further, envisioning that I was sending him flying away. When I opened my eyes, it had worked!

I mentally celebrated my own unbridled strength. Rey recovered, letting out a congratulatory holler. I noticed Kylo Ren was in the same circumstances. But Rey took over, calling his name. She tossed him his lightsaber and he caught it. When he turned it on, it severed the knight’s head.

And just like that, we had survived. All of us. For the first time, Kylo had confirmed that there was a light inside him. Rey and I ran toward each other, dropping our weapons and hugging. She pressed several kisses to m y cheek, which made me giggle.

“I knew you could do it. Everything Ben said, he was wrong.The Force is strong with you, Y/n. You’re strong.”

I beard with pride. I felt so very empowered. Maybe… I wasn’t a complete fuck-up.

Kylo Ren, panting as he Bega striding toward us.

Rey suddenly pulled out of the hug, pointing and walking toward the telescope. “The fleet. Order them to stop firing! There’s still time to save the fleet.”

Kylo Ren was silent. We both stared him down. He cast his gaze aside from both of us. He was approaching Snoke’s coupled up corpse. Dread set in. He was doing what was right, wasn’t he…?

“Kylo?” I gently spoke.

“It’s time to let old things die,” he conceded. “Snoke, Skywalker. The Sith, the Jedi, the Rebels let it all die. Y/n… I want you to join me. You told me to do what was right, and I am.”

He extended his hand out toward me. For the first time, I considered it. But at the end of the day, my heart belonged to the woman not too far away from me.

“We can rule together and bring a new order to the galaxy,” he insisted. “You don’t even have to love me yet. You can be with Rey if you wish. But I’m doing what’s right now. For you. And I will only have the strength if you’re by my side.”

My heart thudded in my chest. I knew Rey was staring me down, considering the option. She was still suspicious of him. But I… was so tempted. Was it the right decision?

My gaze flickered to his waist, where both of the lightsabers laid. I knew my what choices were being offered. I could take his hand, or Luke Skywalker’s lightsaber. I took a few steps closer. I saw the light in his eyes. The hope. The goodness.

I raised my trembling hand. 

“Don’t do this, Ben, Y/n. I know you’re lying. You’re manipulating her.”

“Please, don’t make me make this decision,” I whispered in agreement.

“No, no,” he rushed. “You’re still holding on. Let go! You have seen the ability you have when you find the strength.” He stepped closer. Out of the corner of my eye, I knew that Rey’s eyes were shimmering with a new layer of tears.

“Join me,” he prodded.

His hand was so close. I could easily grab it and make the easy decision. Or I could make the difficult, but… probably right decision. And yet, I couldn’t stop it as my fingers ghosted closer. I could tell he was eagerly watching me and my expression.

I made eye contact with Rey once more. She nodded to me. And in that moment, I knew what had to be done.

All at once, I reached for the lightsaber and Rey did too. She snatched Luke’s from his waist, leaving me to attempt to pull the Sith one from him. But he quickly pulled back. The lightsaber was so far yet so close. 

Kylo let out a grunt of frustration, his true feelings stinging through. He was not only pulling on the lightsaber, but pushing me back. I focused just as much attention, even if my wounds ached terribly and I was suffering from a terrible headache.

“Why are you resisting me, even now?” he boomed, hand outstretched. “I have done what you asked. I have done everything to win you over. I am actively choosing what is right, and yet you still push me away!”

We were both being pushed further and further from the trembling, floating lightsaber. I fell silent, unable to muster a response. My heart ached for the boy in the man, that even now, was conflicted. He made it seem as though he was doing all this for me. And perhaps part of him was. But even I knew the truth, and I was dense as a rock. He was doing what he twas for what he had the strength to do in the moment. 

The right thing.

But suddenly, the lightsaber first and we both went flying back. I almost blacked out, but Rey caught me. I had no doubt I was bleeding all over from the strain. But, when I realized Kylo Ren was unconscious, I knew we had to make our move.

~~~

Laughter bubbled in my throat as I manned the left cannon for the Millennium Falcon. We swooped into battle, trying to protect the large metal door that blocked Kylo Ren’s forces from the remaining Rebellion. We had won the battle against Kylo Ren, but now, it was time to finish the war once and for all. Or, at least, stall for the Rebellion to make an escape.

For some reason, as we shot, the enemy didn’t fire back. Only a few stray blasts hit us.

That’s right. I was his weakness, even now that he was in charge of the First Order.

But, they were firing up the cannon regardless, peppering to blast through the door. Some of the Resistance fighters were trying to take it on, but we were nothing in comparison to the looming, giant cannon and the weird walking space ships. 

“We have to pull out, Chewy,” Rey suddenly spoke over the intercoms.

“Wait! Drop me off on the battlefield,” I suddenly spoke up, coming up with an idea.

I could immediately hear the reluctance in her voice. “No way, not again. You’ll die if we drop you off now —“

The giant canon blasted against the metal door, burning it to its core. After a few seconds, it receded into a black nothing. I saw the large, gaping hole in the metal door. The Rebellion. They needed more time to escape, and they needed it now.

“Please, Rey, just trust me. I’ll distract him.”

“But - but I have to pick up the Rebellion from the other side.”

“There’ll be no Rebellion on the other side if I don’t buy us more time,” I argued.

She went silent. And then —

“…You’re right. But promise me that you’ll be safe.”

“Rey, I love you. I’ll be fine. It might be a while, but,” I choked back a wave of oncoming tears,” I’ll make it out just fine. I’m strong enough.”

“But you know he won’t let you leave his side once he gets a hold of you!” she shouted, vulnerability shining through.

“I promise, Rey. No matter what, we’ll be together again. It may be a while, but I think I’ve got Kylo Ren wrapped around my pinkie finger pretty dan easily by now.”

I heard a sigh, and I knew she was finally - although reluctantly - agreeing. “Chewy, drop into the center and open the doors.”

Chewy groaned over the intercoms. A sad smile graced my face and I spoke over the intercoms one last time,” thanks, Chewy. I’ll be back, so don’t miss me too much.”

And alike to that of a martyr walking toward the furnace, I walked to the exit. As I stepped into the battlefield, equipped with nothing but my wit,  I waved one last good-bye to the ship. It zipped away, but only then did I see it.

Luke Skywalker had emerged from the hole in the metal blockade.

I did not get to digest this fact as a million blasters went off in his direction. I screamed and covered my eyes, the sounds of bullets going off right and left echoing in my ears. They were ringing terribly, but I could only long for Luke’s safety. Although… I highly doubted he could make it out of that alive.

The cannons suddenly stopped. Red smoke dissipated in the wind, and I finally looked toward the scene. There as no way that one man had survived all that.

 But then, the smoke began to clear. And from the smoke, emerged one lone man. Luke Skywalker had survived. And he was looking pretty damn smug about it.

In a panic, I ran up to him. “Mister Skywalker! H - how…”

With a cheeky grin, he placed a hand on my shoulder. Or so I thought. I gasped when his hand phased through me entirely. “Now shush up about that. We don’t want a certain someone learning about this ahead of time… Now, I know you’re a smart-ass of a kid, but why the hell did you plop into the middle of a battlefield? You know he’s just going to capture you.”

“Better me than the Rebellion,” I answered. “I’m doing the same as you. Stalling for time. And I’ll be damned if he gets a single hit on your holographic body.”

Luke chuckled, but his expression became solemn as he looked beyond. me. I turned, coming face to face with Kylo Ren. He looked any, but as per usual, his glare wasn’t directed toward me, but past me.

“Y/n. I know what you’re doing. Step out of the way and let me face him alone.”

I stepped further in front of the holographic Lule Skywalker, balling up my fists. “Sorry, Kylo Ren. But I didn’t drop into a snake pit just to get bit for nothing.”

His lip twitched, and he caved, returning his attention to the man I was ‘shielding’. “Di you come back to say you forgive me? To save my soul?”

“Nah.”

Kylo Ren threw off his cable, revealing the lightsaber that was held to his waist belt. I instinctively hopped forward when both men drew their lightsabers. The atmosphere was tense, and yet I felt lighter than air. Happy to be here, even.

Kylo aimed his lightsaber forward. “Step out of the way, Y/n, before I make you.”

“I’ll quote my man, Luke. Nah.”

And that was enough to set Kylo ablaze. He dashed toward us, trying to weave around us. But Luke stood still. I jumped into action, trying use the Force to push him back. He skidded back, almost losing his footing. But his arm shot out, and suddenly, I was floating off the air, unable to breath.

“Oh, you are pushing my buttons!” he shouted. “If I wasn’t as patient of a man as I was and didn’t see the future that we have together, I would kill you right now!”

I was suddenly release, and I coughed for air. I scraped my knees across the ground, but I had no time to rest. Luke was dodging and dipping out of Kylo Ren’s way. The man’s movements were quick and uncalculated. He was brimming with rage, ready to end Luke Skywalker’s life.

I tried to stand up, but Kylo seemed to have noticed. Instead, he thrust me to the ground again. I skidded along on my behind. Letting out a yelp of pain. But when I sat up, I knew Luke was handling himself, as once again, they were standing several feet apart.

And then Kylo rushed at him again. My jaw dropped the Luke bended over backwards, completely avoiding it, and once again having the upper hand. Kylo Ren became more and more frustrated at his failure.

“I failed you, Ben,” Luke suddenly spoke. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you are!” he boomed. “The Resistance is dead. The war is over. And when I kill you, I will have killed the last Jedi.”

“Amazing,” he chuckled. “Every word of what you just said was wrong. The Rebellion is reborn today. The war is just beginning. And I am not the last Jedi. You’d think you would know better when one of them is standing before you.”

“I’ll destroy that girl. And you. And all of it.”

Luke sheathed his lightsaber. I knew it was over. The Rebellion had escaped. And Luke - it did not take a seasoned thespian of the Force to know that the strength was leaving his body with each passing second.

“No. Strike me down in anger and I’ll always be with you. Just like your father.”

Kylo’s grip on his lightsaber tightened. His gaze was trained perpetually on the Jedi before him. And then, with one final grunt, he dashed toward him. I watched with intrigue as I knew what would happen. Kylo Ren would be embarrassed immediately when Luke Skywalker did not die to his hand.

I rose to my feet, watching the spectacle. Kylo’s lightsaber skimmed right through Luke Skywalker. The man sent me one last cheeky smile before turning to Kylo, of which the realization was slowly dawning on him. Kylo Ren was stunned, and Luke only looks disappointed. In awe, Kylo stabbed him again, only to yield the same result.

“…No.”

“See ya around, kid.”

And with that, Luke Skywalker disappeared before his very eyes.

Kylo, still stuck in place, dropped the lightsaber. I approached him, taking the spot of where Luke once was. I could feel that Luke had just died. And yet, I knew he had died happily. I crossed my arms and sent Kylo Ren a grin.

“Wasn’t that a spectacle. Who could’ve known that Jedis could teleport? I sure as hell didn’t.”

Kylo stomped his foot, screaming at the top of his lungs as he turned to face the wall. He fell on his hands and knees, dogging his fist into the snowy sand ground.

I walked up behind him and placed my hand on his shoulder. “It’s over, Kylo Ren. We won. But there will always be a place for you in the Rebellion.”

He grabbed my hand and suddenly flipped me onto ground in front of him. I writhed under the Force as he began choking me, the air escaping my lungs. Panic flooded my system. This was the first time his anger was on me, and only me. Tars slid down my cheeks as I awed at my throat. Kylo sank over me, one hand choking and the other holding him up. His face sunk deeper, until our noses were lost touching.

“There is no ‘we’ for you. You are not a part of the Rebellion. You are not a part of the Jedi. You were brought here to be mine and only mine.” He narrowed his eyes, finally releasing me. I greedily gulped in air, massaging my neck. I sloppily wiped away may tears as well.

“And now that you’ve stupidly delivered yourself to me, I’ll be able to prove it once and for all.”

He connected our lips. I grunted and struggled, pushing against his chest. I couldn’t think straight. I was batshit terrified. The man… there was no goodness in him. Only new tactics. Only a maniac. 

And suddenly, as the world went black, the only thing on my mind was Mr. Puffin and the regret of ever stepping off the Millennium Falcon in the first place.

~~~

My entire body ached. I wanted so badly to roll onto my side, but I couldn’t even muster the energy to do that. My body felt free, all except for my wrists, which had two bracelets of some sort clamping down on them.

I finally mustered the strength to open my eyes when I felt something squeeze my waist, pulling me along a plush mattress. I let out a hiss of pain, and I wanted so badly to cry, but I was so very parched. I stared at the ceiling. It was metallic and red lines ran across the panels. I sat up slightly, realizing I was in a plus bed, which also reciprocated the black-and-red theme. But, what drew my attention the most, was the bare arm slung across my waist and who it belonged to; Kylo Ren, who was seemingly fast asleep.

I heard a familiar chirp and some rattling. I let out a quiet gasp and noticed that, by the side of my bed entrapped in a cage, was my dearest Mr. Puffin. I weakly pushed off the man’s arms, casting my gaze away from his messy black locks and his equally bare upper body. I gently kicked y legs off the side of the bed, and even if my arms hurt from the slightest pressure, I sat up.

I noticed that I was in a new outfit and that the bandages coating my arms and legs were silky and expensive by space standards. I wobbled over to the cage, using the wall as support. Oh, my entire body burned. I was on fire from head to toe. But I so dearly wished to stroke Mr/ Puffin’s soft feathers.

I knew he would be the only thing that kept me sane while trapped on Kylo Ren’s ship. I reached through the iron cage. Mr. Puffin leaned into my finger, nudging me. I tried searching for a key, but there seemed to be none. I was about to try to use the Force to move the iron bars, like I had seen others do before, when —

“You can try, but it won’t work.”

I jumped, resulting in my body going in. I stumbled all the way back onto the bed, although I managed to sit up straight. I was hunched over. I heard Kylo Ren shuffle behind me until he was close behind, his arm wrapped around me waist and his chest pressed to my back.

That’s when I noticed the thin metal shackles on my wrist. 

“Is it because…”

“Yes. But also, you’re so weak I doubt you could lift a pebble.” He placed a chaste kiss to my cheek, and I heard his inhale deeply. “I hope to remind you that we’re truly soulmates. Not only was your first instinct to go to your Port friend, but you could have tried to Force choke me. And yet, the thought of hurting me has never once crossed your mind. Funny, ins’t it?”

“If we were soulmates, the notion would be reciprocated, Kylo,” I croaked. “May I remind you that you’re the one who praised yourself so adamantly on never hurting me. And yet, you almost killed me. Twice.”

He sighed, his breath on my neck sending tingles of fear down my spine. “I’m sorry. But I had to… no, I needed to get you out of the way. I needed to show you that you were meant to be mine.”

“By taking my own life?” I snapped back. He fell silent. “That’s really lovely of you, Kylo Ren. And you’re right. I never wanted to hurt you because I thought there was an ounce of goodness in you. But no, here we are, in the same situation. You satiating your own selfish whims instead of doing the right thing. I feel foolish for ever believing you, even for a moment. I almost envisioned a future where we were friends.”

“God dammit,” he hissed, gritting his teeth. I could tell he was trying to refrain his explosive temper. His grip on my waist tightened, and I let out a yelp of pain. He suddenly withdrew from my body entirely, slamming his fist into the wall by the headboard. “You still resist me.”

“I wonder why.”

“I really do!” he roared.

“I’ve loved you, even before I even thought of you to be real. I searched the galaxy to find you, even before you arrived. When you fell into my arms, it was heaven. My entire world was complete. It still is, even when you are away, because I know you will return to me. We’re made for each other. And can you blame me for having a momentarily lapse of judgement when you drive me to wit’s end every. Damn. Time?”

Tears slid down my cheeks and I covered my face in my hands. Despair consumed me. I tried so hard to be positive, but the bruises I felt on my neck brought me back into the insanity of my situation. 

“Yes. I can. You’re a violent man, Kylo Ren. You’re selfish. You’re cruel. You’re evil to the core. And if you truly loved me, you would not hurt me. If you truly loved me, you would make the right decisions. If you truly loved me… you would let me go. You would let me be happy with a woman who treats me better than you ever will and who would never try to kill me.”

He fell silent. But I knew he would remain steadfast in his decision. “…But I saw it in my vision.”

“No, you saw it in your dreams, Kylo Ren. You shaped what you saw to fit your liking.”

Mr. Puffin chirped wildly, rattling the cage once. more. Kylo Ren rose to his feet and walked over to the cage. From an unknown place, he withdrew a key. He opened it.

Mr. Puffin came flying into my arms. I let out a sob of joy, cradling the sweet pet to me tightly. I had a feeling he would be the only source of joy I felt in a while.

“…I know you are right,” he conceded. “But please understand. I can never let you go.”

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here’s my new selfship it’s coruscant chives and snoke

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I know I primarily post art, but I’ve been working on this narrative of my oc Cain for like,, a year? And finally decided to post the first three chapters. I’d love some feedback as it is technically still a WIP :333

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[write-and-wander]

Touch: Chapter 6

Pairing:  Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

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

Word count:  4.6K

Author’s note: It's time to see the truth behind Kylo's desires, and to meet the others! P.S. Enjoy a little indulgence in a moment with Poe Dameron, just to spice it up a bit here :)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Chapter 6: Fate's Blade

The following few months had come and gone in a bit of a blur.  Like clockwork, you would go through your daily routine, and on every fifth day you would stop by Coruscant to drop off the ship’s tracker before heading to Ahch-To for training with Luke.  After a long day of rigorous training, getting the most out of your time together, you would stop by Coruscant again before getting back to wherever the Finalizer had traveled and heading straight to bed.  In between your training, some days were hell in med bay with the odd failed battle or various attacks from the Resistance, while other days were oddly quiet; and in the midst of all of them, Kylo would make more consistent appearances.  You would find yourselves beginning to gravitate towards each other more often, giving in to the will of the force that would stop at nothing to draw the two of you ever closer. 

Despite the routine you had settled into and being satisfied with the progress you had been making through it, every once in a while you would have a day that strayed from the usual path.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••  

You woke up slowly in the morning, your body aching from the long day before. You had been sent out for on-site care, as the Finalizer was close to the battlegrounds and it was easier to go to them than to try to bring up some of the injured. You let out a yawn as you stretched, and suddenly noticed you could feel another body weighing down the opposite side of your bed. Turning, you saw Kylo asleep beside you.  You sat up immediately, panic setting in.  For a moment, you wondered if something had happened that you didn’t remember. However, having just returned to the Finalizer the night before, you knew that wasn’t the case. 

“Kylo?”  You asked quietly, nervous to wake up the Commander.  You were met with no response.  He was sound asleep, his slow breathing still even.  Having adjusted to whatever this phenomenon was, you knew it would fade eventually, and instead got yourself ready for the day.  At one point, you thought you heard your name, but when you returned to your bed to look, Kylo was gone.  With a sigh of relief, you finished getting ready to go and took off to Coruscant.

The focus of your training that day was listening to the force- and not just in a meditative state or in combat, but in every moment.  The force- being the very essence of life and the animated energy of the universe- could guide you at any time, and if you could hear and listen to the force in the simple and quiet moments, then it would be a much stronger guide in more high-stakes moments.  Thankfully, that meant it wouldn’t be as exhausting or as long of a training day as you had grown accustomed to- though, it was just as tedious.  Despite the fact that Luke was patient and gentle in his training, he was also precise, and would not be finished with a session until he was satisfied with your proficiency. 

Upon reaching the conclusion of your training session, you decided to take an extra trip with your spare time and stop by Tatooine to visit the house of your recently discovered grandfather, Obi-Wan Kenobi.  You had been there before, when Kylo had a tantrum looking for something there, but you wanted to revisit now that you knew your connection to the place.  Before leaving Ahch-To, as you made it back up to your ship, your eyes drifted to the pile of weathered pieces of glass and stone left behind after Luke destroyed the pyramid you had.  With a soft smile to yourself, you thought about Luke’s advice to, “seek opportunities to invite the force in,” and closed your eyes, thinking about the object.  The moment you reached out to the force, it was dark- uncomfortably dark.  The black abyss whispered to you with voices you didn’t recognize, only having heard them once before; not the comforting hum of the light, but the sharp hiss of darkness.  You decided to push forward regardless, focusing on what you remember the object to look like, and reached into the thick shadows before you.  Feeling around, your hands grazed cold stone.  Reaching further down, you managed to grasp what feels like the pyramid, whole again.  The darkness began to crawl up your arms, the whispers growing in volume and dissonance as you grasped the object.  You took a deep breath in an attempt to quell the fear growing in the pit of your stomach and managed to pull it out, needing more strength than you thought you should, watching as the shadows retracted away from you.  In your hand was the pyramid, whole again.  You opened your eyes to see that the reality matched your vision as you held the repaired object.  Looking at it now, a small red light glowed in the center.  This one was different, somehow.  You had a feeling this is how the pyramid originally was, before Luke and Doron made changes to it.  You looked over to the cliffside to see the grass clean of all shrapnel.  Yes! You thought, celebrating the pay-off of the risk.

As you stuck the pyramid in your bag, you saw flashes of a dark planet.  Thunder roared overhead as winds kicked up the dust of the dead, flat earth.  There was a dark presence, stronger than you had ever sensed before.  The images faded just as fast as they came on, thankfully.  You let go of the pyramid in a bit of a panic, feeling the weight drop in the bottom of your bag, and took off to Tatooine.

Landing in front of the old abandoned home, you felt lighter than you had expected.  You were at peace here- like this place was always meant for rest and security.  You wandered the halls and allowed your hand to drag against the wall, the white dust gathering on your fingertips and swirling in the almost-still air before settling on the ground below.  You saw visions of the past again- an ability gifted to you by the force that you’ve finally started to grow used to- seeing Obi-Wan in his younger and older years, watching Luke and Doron play, and seeing a young, bright-eyed Luke learn of his past for the first time.  This home was filled with your family, and you were glad to be present in that for a while. 

After some time there, the sun began to approach the horizon, and you decided to grab some food from a nearby market before heading home, just to see what kind of things your grandfather and mentor had grown up with.  You walked through the market, struggling to find something that looked appetizing amidst the podracer parts and other goods of questionable origin.  At the same time, you pointedly kept an eye out for any bounty hunters or other sinister characters to ensure you’d make it back to your ship in one piece, as you knew these cities weren't the safest places to be.  Finding something to eat, you packed it up in your bag and quickly began to make your way out before someone appeared out of a nearby alleyway and grabbed your arm.

“Hey, Kenobi.”

You stopped, pulling over to the side, not wanting to draw attention to yourself or cause a scene.  However, your hands clenched into fists, prepared to put up a fight and make a quick escape if need be.  More importantly, you thought of the newly-reconstructed device in your bag, and hoped that he wasn’t after it.  “How do you know who I am?”

“I’m just here to tell you that you have friends who can help you,” he said as he glanced down at the crystal you had worn around your neck for as long as you could remember.  It seemed like he might’ve recognized it.

You looked at the man’s face, skeptical of whatever it was he was trying to sell- or, worse, take.  Admittedly, he was charming.  His dark features made for a handsome face, complete with dark eyes that sparkled with a sense of excitement.  He scratched his stubbled chin as you spoke again.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah, that was intentional,” he quipped, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of paper with coordinates written on it.  “Take this.”

You obliged, grabbing the piece of paper and palming it swiftly as you also reached for his dusty green cloak, pulling it back so you could look for anything that could possibly identify him.  Beneath the cloak was a unique leather jacket, well-worn-

“Hey, hey, hey,” he interjected, pulling his cloak closed, “let’s save that for another night, yeah?”  He flirted with a wink.  You stared back at him, struggling to keep up with whatever this interaction was.

“What do you want?” You hissed, grabbing his cloak to pull him close.

“Nothing!” He said immediately, putting a hand up in defense.  “Well, no- I mean, we want you, but only come when you’re willing.”

You loosened your grip as the last word- “willing-” fell from his lips; an all too familiar phrase.  Maybe he knew Luke, or someone close to him-

“Patrol’s coming, kiss me,” he whispered in haste.

“What-” You whispered back, not quite registering what he meant.

“Just- okay-” he cut you off, pulling you into him and pressing his lips against yours.

You stood still, stunned.  But before you could even think to move, he pulled away.  You heard a lower voice scoff- a grossed-out passerby, clearly antsy to move on with his day followed by a few sets of footsteps walking past.

“Sorry, I just- Ow!” He cried out as you dug the heel of your heavy walking boots into his toes. 

“I’ll think about it,” you said as you lifted your foot, “but that kiss doesn’t help your case, you know.”  You turned on your heel to walk away.

“No, I was just-“ he tried, but realized you weren’t turning back around for him as you continued walking.  “Oh, never mind,” he mumbled, taking off in the other direction.

Stopping in Coruscant, you decided to hide the pyramid back in the false panel in your home, nervous to take it out with you again after the interaction you just had.  With a moment to collect yourself and to hide the newly acquired coordinates amongst your things, you returned to the Finalizer.

On your way back, you thought about that kiss for longer than you would have liked to admit.  It wasn’t your worst kiss, but definitely wasn’t the best either; it wasn’t really anything notable, in all honesty.  But you wished it would have been someone else-

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••  

“Hey,” Luke calls out.  Hearing your mentor say your name is what finally pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, refocusing your mind on the task at hand.

“We don’t have to train today if-”

“No, no, I need to.  There’s just a lot on my mind.”  You’re being generous, sure, but you definitely don’t want to talk about the things you’re thinking about.

“Leave it behind,” he reminds you.  You nod, thankful that he doesn’t push any further. 

“Okay,” you say with a deep breath, “I’m ready.”

“Here,” he says, holding out two lightsabers in his hands.  One, you recognize- it was the saber you had brought to him when you first met.  The other was unfamiliar. 

You look up at him, silently questioning if you should take them.  He nods.  You take both.

“Interesting choice,” he says, one eyebrow raised.  You realize he expected you to choose one; but both seemed to call to you.

“I should seek perfect balance, right?”  You ask, feeling the weight of both sabers in your hands.  At the same time, you can almost feel the force dancing between the two weapons- a dance between light and dark, like a passionate duel.  Luke nods, a small smile growing on his face.  “These blades balance each other out.”

“The force tell you that, too?” He asks, poking fun at your recent affinity for attributing most of your knowledge to the force.

“No.  It shows me.”  As you focus on the blades, the force brings visions to mind.  Training in a beautifully constructed temple.  Watching a beloved master die at the hands of a powerful warrior.  Fighting in battle after battle.  Sparring- as master and padawan.  Another padawan clashing with the blade- she, too, wielding two sabers.  Confidence.  Conflict.  Resolution.  Rebellion.  The blades clash together as a searing heat grows in the palms of your hands.  Betrayal.  Tragedy.  The vision snaps to black, and your tear-filled eyes look up to see Luke again, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“This blade belonged to my father, Anakin,” he says, looking to the saber in your left hand- the one you had recognized. “and this belonged to his mentor, Obi-Wan,” he adds as he looks to the saber in your right.  “You would make for quite the warrior, should you wield both well.”

You nod.

“One more thing,” Luke takes Obi-Wan’s saber from your hand and opens the hilt, revealing an empty canister.  “You’ll need that,” he continues, pointing to the crystal you had worn around your neck all your life.  Taking off the necklace, you unwrap the leather cord from around the crystal and place it into the saber.  Luke closes the blade and replaces it in your hand.  “Okay,” he finishes with a breath, “are you ready?”

You draw the blades from your sabers, your jaw hanging slightly in a moment of awe- I finally have my own lightsabers.

“An elegant weapon, isn’t it?” Obi-Wan’s voice echoes in your mind.

You smile to yourself and look back to Luke.

“Ready.”

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••  

You’re standing in med bay, organizing the latest shipment of bandages in one of the utility closets when Kylo enters the room, the sound of the doors opening making you jump.  Your hand moves to your chest as you catch your breath, calming yourself.  He greets you by name, his voice warped by his helmet.

“Commander,” you answer, intentional in your use of formalities in more public spaces.  You almost ask him what he’s visiting for, but you stop yourself, remembering that he would usually bring a prisoner to you around this time of the week.  It made for your least favorite days as one of the Order’s medics, but you prefer to have the chance to comfort the poor souls they took in rather than handing them off to a droid.  There’s clearly something about putting people in the hands of another living, breathing person that lifts their spirits, if even for a moment.  It also would also give you a chance to really take your time and keep them for as long as you could, allowing them a break from whatever hell Kylo and the other leaders on the ship would put them through.

Come to think of it, actually, you had yet to see Doron in med bay.  You’ve been hoping to see him ever since you found out the truth about him being your father, but you’ve heard nothing since they brought him in.

Kylo must have noticed your train of thought running away from you, as eventually he speaks up again, bringing your attention back to him.  “I notice you’ve been taking advantage of the ship.”

“I have.  Thank you.”

“What do you do on Coruscant?”

You feel your body tense at the realization that he had, in fact, been checking the ship’s tracker all this time.  You’re thankful that you’ve been careful about it.  “I enjoy being home as often as I can.”

“Was Chandrila not your home too?” he presses, clearly for a reason.  He was looking for something.

“Sure, but it’s not the same as a childhood home,” you respond, hoping that he wouldn’t continue to push.

He hums.

“Do you have anyone for me to tend to today?”

“No.  The few we had have been executed,” he answers, his tone more relaxed than you would like considering what he was saying.

Your eyes widen.  Doron.

“Is something wrong?” Kylo asks, clearly having taken notice of your reaction.

“What about-”

“The man?  Doron?”

You turn to Kylo.  That bastard knows, doesn’t he?

“Snoke ordered for his execution yesterday.”

“While I was gone?”

“Would you have preferred to watch?” He asks, almost pouring salt on the wound. You pause for a moment, horrified by his words.

“You knew,” you spat, rage boiling in the pit of your stomach.

If you could have seen under his helmet, you would see the internal conflict clear on his face.  On the one hand, he’s had yet to see you angry, and it’s beautiful to him.  It’s promising.  On the other, your attachment to Doron could mean you are, in fact, tied to the resistance.  His own anger begins to fester.  He decides to push.

“I don’t, actually,” he challenges. 

“I never saw him once!”  You threw down a bundle of wraps that you had been clutching, “What did you do to him?!”

“He-”

“No, what did you do to my father?!”  The question slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it.  His demeanor shifts.  Shit.

“You are with the resistance?” he asks, almost growling in a tone lower than you’ve ever heard.

“Kylo!” You scream, pushing him hard.  His back slams into the wall behind him.  The doors begin to open- likely troopers trying to come in and subdue you- but Kylo lifts his hand to hold them shut.

“I granted him a swift death- much more than any of those animals deserve.”

“Animal?!  He was-”

“Trying to ruin everything!” Kylo bellows, his figure now looming over you.  “People like them always ruin everything!  I killed him for our own good!”

Looking up at him, you realize you’ve been backed into a corner.  You try to push him away from you, but he catches your hands in his. 

He hisses your name.  “Can’t you see?”

You shake your head, feeling panic and confusion begin to set in and pierce through your own rage.

He takes his helmet off with his free hand and throws it against the wall just above your head, making you jump.  You feel his hot breath hit your face as he speaks.  “You asked why the force brought us together- this is it.  Don’t you feel that?  The power your pain gives you?”

You think on his words, helpless to do much else.  I do feel powerful.  The low hiss of dark whispers flood your mind again, cooing: ‘Good.  Let your anger drive you.  Give in to your pain.’  You pull away from the darkness, recognizing the feeling of the shadows clawing towards you, desperate to latch on.

“This is bringing you to your greater purpose,” Kylo adds, standing back so that he’s no longer leaning over you.  “We could rule the galaxy together.  Do what our grandfathers failed to do.  You and me.”  He extends his hand to you.  “Join me,” he pleads in a whisper as soft as a prayer, “please.”

As much as you desperately want to see the man you still believe was within him, at this moment, you can only see the monster who took your father from you and enjoyed it.  You shake your head, running to the doorway.  As the doors finally draw open, the troopers outside immediately draw their blasters on you.

“Let her go,” Kylo bellows from inside.  They obey, and you rush back to your quarters with tears streaming down your cheeks.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

After a few hours, you had cleaned yourself up and packed the absolute necessities.  You head to the hangar, making a point to avoid Kylo, Hux, and any other person of note that shouldn’t see you leaving right now.  Thankfully, you get to your ship without issue.  Dropping your bag off inside, you take the tracker you had grown accustomed to constantly removing and replacing, and you set it down in the stall your ship was parked in.  With it there, and with the luxury of having a ship that looks like most of the other ships in the hanger, you should be able to buy some time before anyone notices you’re really gone.  With a deep breath, you take off, staring at the coordinates written on the crumpled piece of paper in your hand.  It’s time to find these “friends.”

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Arriving at the resistance base, you're anxious.  You were riding in on a ship that clearly belonged to the First Order, following the coordinates and instructions of a man you were completely unfamiliar with, hoping that you did, in fact, have friends here willing to help.  It’s a gamble.  But, considering your other options, it’s a gamble you’re willing to take.

As you approach the base, a radio transmission comes through asking you to identify yourself.

“I was told to come here to find friends who want to help me.  I don’t know the name of the man who-”

“You don’t need to, Kenobi,” a familiar voice cuts in, “I was hoping you’d come.”

Your shoulders finally dropped as you relaxed.  Thank the force, he remembers.

When you land, your ship is immediately ushered to a different area to be repainted so as to avoid drawing any attention to the First Order’s ship residing among the resistance’s ships.  The first person to greet you as you arrive is the same man who found you on Tatooine and gave you the coordinates for this place.  You learn is name is Poe Dameron, also known as ‘the best pilot they’ve got,’ according to him. 

He takes you by the hand and walks you through the base, showing you where everything is and introducing you to just about everyone you run into on your mini tour.  You struggle to keep up with all the places and names, and he takes notice after a while, deciding to slow his pace and only point out the essentials.  At one point, as he talks, your mind begins to wander back to your first interaction with him, on Tatooine.  Does he ever think about it still?  Is it something he’s used to?  Is he going to acknowledge that it happened, or does he just want to move on from it?  Eventually, your thoughts wander back to the conversation at hand as Poe rambles on about the exciting new developments that have come along with some of the droids on base. 

At the end, Poe introduces you to his other friends, Finn and Rey, and of course, the leader of the whole operation, Leia Organa.  Though you’re quiet at first, worried about taking too much of their time- or really, not being worth the time and effort it would take to have you join the effort- you eventually warm up to your new friends.  Leia is headstrong, brilliant, and kind- like the kind of person you hope to be someday.  Finn is intuitive, selfless, and clearly very brave, based on some of the stories the others told you about him.  Rey is optimistic, tough, and confident; and her connection to the force seems to only amplify those things.  Poe fits right in, being loyal, persistent, and selfless, even if he is a little snarky sometimes.  You also eventually learn that Leia is Luke’s twin sister- after she tells you, of course, you can’t unsee it- and that Rey has been training under Luke as well, honing in on her abilities with the force.

After some time spent on the base, you grow more comfortable with the environment and with the people in it.  Rey finally asks you about your story, wondering how you ended up here.  Though hesitant, you eventually tell your friends everything.  You tell them about your relationship with Kylo, giving a summarized overview from your first interaction with him up to your last.  You tell them about your training with Luke, and your father’s ties with the Skywalkers.  You tell them about your lost memories, and your goal to get them back.

“I may be able to help with that,” Rey says, having been deep in thought for the past few minutes.  “So long as our General is willing to assist,” she adds, looking back to General Organa. 

Leia nods, “Of course.”

With a long bout of meditation, a few adjustments after multiple interruptions, and a group effort to reach out to the force for restoration, Leia and Rey help restore your memory in full.

In a moment, years of memories come flooding back into your mind.  You remember your parents, your mother falling ill and your father learning how to parent you alone.  You recall your favorite toys and the friends you had made on Coruscant.  You remember learning about the force and your strong relationship with it, starting to train at an early age.  You remember your father nervously trying to teach you how to listen to the force in all things, and how you were most interested in the force as a guide to help you care for others.  You remember the day your father left, finally connecting it to waking up the next morning, alone and confused.  While you still struggle to grapple with the pain and grief that comes with the decisions your father made, at the same time, there is a deep sense of joy and gratitude for the time you did have with your parents.  While you didn’t get to see him one last time as an adult, you could rest now that you know who your father was.

You’re given a moment on your own to process through all of your memories and gather your thoughts.  In doing so, you decide to stay with the resistance and help wherever you can.  They are the closest you have to family for the time being, they actively care more for each other than they do for accomplishing their mission, and together you can end Kylo’s reign of terror.  This is where you want to be- this is the side of history you want to be on.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

A few weeks later, you’re walking through the resistance base to find Rey and ask if she wants to train with you.  You pause in one of the hallways, hearing voices in conversation.  You step up to the door, listening in to hear them talking about a map of some sort that will guide them for the final battle.

“What was it called again?”

“A wayfinder.  It’s meant to guide Sith.”

“Like a map?”

“Yeah, sort of.  It's a pyramid, like a kind of three-dimensional guide, instead of a carving or a hologram.”

“How does a pyramid guide someone like a map?”

“Not sure…”

Their voices begin to fade as your mind immediately thinks of the stone green pyramid you’ve been holding onto all this time.  The one that first brought you to Luke, but now will clearly guide you to somewhere else.  The one that you were prepared to protect the first time you saw Poe. The one that Kylo Ren has been looking for all along.  He was right.  I am the key to finding it- because I have one of them.

You trace back through your memory and realize that it’s still sitting in the false wall in your home in Coruscant.  You can give it to the resistance, and they can finally put an end to all of this.

But first, you need to find a pilot who is both willing and able get you to Coruscant and protect you along the way.  Someone who is willing to do whatever it takes- no matter how risky- to succeed.  Someone who will know exactly where to take the wayfinder, and what to say to General Organa when it shows up on the rebel base.

You need to find Poe Dameron.

(Part 7)

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Hear me out because I absolutely need an enemies to lovers style captain Phasma X jedi reader hate fuck

Ooooooooh yes! I would absolutely love to write this 🤤 This takes place before episode 7 btw, when the first order is looking for Skywalker but hasn’t captured Poe yet.

Rock Bottom ~Captain Phasma xFem Jedi!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, enemies to lovers, degrading kink, strap fucking, hate fucking, grey/questionable consent area…?, etc…

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It was the time of the First Order. And they were desperate for Luke Skywalker.

Recently, there had been a tip off of an extremely powerful jedi hiding off on a deserted moon on the edge of the galaxy.

The tip off had said a jedi had shut down a First Order inspection of the moon with ease.

“Sir, we’re coming up on the moon.” a first order officer reported to Kylo Ren.

“Good. Captain, I want you to at my side.” Ren commanded, motioning towards Phasma.

“Yes, sir.” Phasma replied.

The first order’s ship landed on the deserted moon and began their search for Skywalker.

The nearby suns were cresting at high noon, when Ren tilted his head sensing a pull from the force.

“This way.” He directed the selective group of troopers.

The group made their way through a thick forest before coming to a clearing with a hut in the middle of it.

There was still smoke coming from the chimney…

“Captain, take a line of men to make sure he doesn’t escape. The rest of you, surround the hut.” Ren ordered

The men slowly crept up around the hut, as Phasma took some troopers to the edge of the forest.

Phasma watched as the men then invaded the hut with shouts.

But it was empty…

Suddenly, Phasma heard a snap of a twig behind her.

She turned around and caught a glimpse of something rustling away from her position.

“Lieutenant, keep the troopers in formation!” Phasma shouted as she ran off to follow the movement.

From a distance one could see the lieutenant terrified and explaining the situation to Kylo Ren, who was quick to follow the Captain.

As Phasma ran deeper into the woods, so did you.

You both could feel Ren on your heels.

You were a surviving jedi who had barely escaped with your life on multiple occasions now.

As you ran through the trees, you tripped.

You tripped and hit your head on a tree stump.

Hard.

You tried to get up and keep running but you were met with a blackened vision and immediate dizziness.

You could barely see a shimmering trooper running towards you.

And that’s when you passed out.

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You had been the captive of Ren for a week now.

Or at least that was your guess.

You were held in a windowless room and tortured on the regular.

What you assumed to be every day, Ren would come in and try and extract the location of Skywalker from you.

But you couldn’t tell him.

You didn’t know.

After what you assumed to be three weeks, Ren was getting frustrated.

You had been trained explicitly for using the force as a defense for the mind and Ren couldn’t penetrate you.

One particular harsh day, Ren was going on for hours…

After awhile, Captain Phasma stepped in and requested Ren.

With a huff, Ren stepped back from you, who was on the border of unconsciousness.

“If you’d let me take a stab at her, I’m sure I could have her talking.”

You heard the Captain say in a muffled tone.

Then you vaguely recall seeing a frustrated Kylo Ren storm off.

You sighed.

You assumed that meant you were done for the day.

But the Captain then came in.

She then proceeded to undo you from the torture chair and drag you down the hallway to your cell.

She threw you on the ground and turned around to close and lock the door.

You tried to stifle a groan, but it slipped out anyway.

You heard Phasma chuckle.

You got yourself to lean against the cell wall and looked to find Phasma standing and leaning against the opposing wall.

“You’re a curious one, aren’t you, jedi scum…” Phasma stated.

You said nothing but simply stared her down with your body shaking and your breathing labored.

Phasma then crouched down, mere inches away from your face, and you raised your head to meet her helmet.

“I’ll have you talking in days…” She taunted, although her tone was extremely serious.

You dryly laughed a bit, “What are you gonna do, torture me?”

At your words, her hand was on your neck and squeezing.

You whimpered at the touch, unable to stifle your sounds.

“You’re going to wish I tortured you…” She seethed.

She then let you go and left with a slam of the door.

You gasped for air.

On the other side, you could hear a muffled Phasma yelling, “No on is to go in there and no one is to give her anything!”

It was then that your body gave out on you and lost consciousness.

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You spent the next few days in the dark with no one and no food and no water.

Finally, you heard the click of the door and light flooded into your cell, causing your cell lights to switch on as well.

You winced.

The door closed again and you heard the click of the lock.

Once your eyes had adjusted, you saw a tall woman in front of you.

Fuck was she stunning…

Your thoughts had started to spiral from all the depravity from the last few days.

She was wearing a basic training uniform, but she didn’t look like a basic first order trooper…

You could spend days imaging what she’d look like underneath that ill suited uniform…

The woman crouched down to your lied down figure, grabbing you by the chin and lifting you to your feet.

Successfully pinning you to the wall.

“Does my Jedi scum feel like talking now…?” Phasma jeered.

Oh Fuck…

It clicked for you now.

It was Phasma…

“Fuck you!” You spat in her face.

Phasma chuckled darkly.

“Just remember I gave you a way out…” She sneered with glimmering eyes.

Your stomache was a pit…

You knew very well what tension was between the two of you…

Without warning, Phasma flipped you around, caging your hands above your head with one hand and tilting her chin sideways with her other.

Your breathing was erratic.

Your pupils were blown wide.

“You want something scum?” Phasma taunted.

You gulped and stayed silent.

She then pressed her body against yours, squishing you against the wall.

Oh, OHhhHHh Fuck…

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your throat from the bulge you felt ghost grinding against your ass.

She was packing…

You were trying your best to take deep breaths, but your body was reacting against your will.

You found yourself pressing your ass against her bulge.

Phasma wickedly chuckled again, “Already so needy, slut?” she taunted you.

Your heart raced tripled at that nickname…

“No...” You gritted out, which both of you knew was an obvious lie…

“Really?” She mock-taunted, “So if I were to slip my finger in your cunt, your telling me that you wouldn’t be soaked and your walls wouldn’t flutter in desperation…”

You shuddered at her words and tried to stifle the moan that came up at the idea of someone touching you…

Especially her…

But before you could process anything else, you felt Phasmas fingers ghosting the back waistband of your pants.

“Why don’t we find out how much of a slut you really are, scum…” She lustfully jeered.

With that, she had hooked your pants with her finger and dropped them to the floor.

You gasped as the cold air hit your wobbly legs.

“Oh my, do I make your knees weak, slut…?” Phasma taunted.

You merely whimpered in response.

With that, you could feel Phasmas fingers slipping under your underwear and finding exactly what she had been looking for…

“Fuck jedi, you’re dripping…” she breathed out, her own voice faltering.

Your face went red with embarrassment and shame.

You weren’t supposed to feel this way…

And she knew that…

She was exploiting that…

You tried to squeeze your thighs together at that, but Phasma was quick to stop you by shoving your legs apart with her own.

She then removed her fingers from your soaked cunt, eliticing another whimper from you.

“Are you ready to talk yet, slut? Or do you need further encouragement…?” She jeered into your ear.

“Fuck you…!” You spat yet again.

Phasma chuckled and continued her taunts, “Seems like the slut needs to be taught a lesson…”

In seconds, Phasmas trousers and underwear were lowered so that now you could feel her strap right on your ass…

She moved your body in one swoop so that your ass was sticking out more and your legs were widened.

“Please…” you whimpered, at this point you were so conflicted you didn’t know what you were begging for…

With her available fingers, Phasma moved your underwear to the side and placed her dick right on your clit.

At this your hips bucked forward.

“Please God please…!” You cried out, half of you begging her to stop, the other half begging her to fuck you dumb…

“You asked for it, slut…” She breathed, her voice coated in lustful venom.

Her hips then thrusted her dick straight into your aching hole with no warning and no time to adjust.

It was impossible to contain your cries this time.

Phasma began to pound into from behind as you writhed and screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“OhHhh God right there…!!” you cried out as Phasma bottomed you out.

“That’s right. I am your God…” She hissed in your ear, while relentlessly hitting your g-spot without fail with every single thrust.

Your legs were trembling so badly now, they were threatening to collapse…

Your breathing was erratic and all over the fucking place…

As much as you hated to admit it, you were gonna fucking cum…

And Phasma knew it.

“Oh my, does my slut wanna cum…?” She taunted.

“I… please… don’t stop…!!” You spurted out your words, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Tears were now streaming down your eyes.

This was so wrong…

You could feel yourself about to tip over the edge and one last thrust from Phasma did it.

The orgasmic wave hit you like a brick wall…

Your eyes rolled back and your body spasmed against your captor.

Your screams were so out of control, Phasma had to quickly clasp your mouth shut.

After a minute, Phasma pulled out of you and unclasped her hands from your mouth, and you immediately collapsed on the floor, panting like a fucking dog and your mind reeling from what you had just done.

Phasma took the time to collect herself as well, the silence being a pleasantry for both of you.

You were the one who broke it.

“I don’t know where Skywalker is…” you whispered, looking up to your captor with a tear stained face.

Phasma met your gaze and lightly chuckled.

“I believe you.”

#captain phasma #enemies to lovers #captain phasma smut #captain phasma x reader #captain phasma x y/n #captain phasma x you #phasma x reader #phasma smut #phasma #phasma star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #star wars smut #star wars x y/n #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars self insert #star wars sequel fic #star wars sequals #star wars series #star wars x you #star wars x oc #star wars captain phasma #step on me #lesbian fic #lesbian #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #gwendoline christie character #gwendoline christie x reader

[voteformywrites]

i've always wanted to write a self-insert (it looks so fun! self-indulgence! power fantasies! exploring the consequences of my actions in a medium where it doesn't matter!), but i'm indecisive af. therefore, i'm asking for people to vote for the initial premise of the story (so that the burden of having to make choices is not put on me. choice paralysis is brutal and also i am a people pleaser). Voting on each aspect of the premise is going to be open for about a week (unless i forget in which case it will be longer), and once i have everything set up to begin writing i will try to post at least once a month (again, unless i forget, as i am sadly only human and therefore inherently fallible). To begin with, the fandom:

A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon/Fire and Blood/etc. (once again, frankencanon)

Lord of the Rings

Twilight

Teen Wolf (there is no movie)

Word of Honor

Other (...but i will then have to consume the related media or just go off of the wiki which i think is the worst choice, but ymmv)

if no one ends up voting, then i will just use a random picker to choose, but that's not as fun. see you next week!

(hopefully)

#star wars #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #avatar the last airbender #atla #harry potter #hp #naruto #bleach #mdzs #svsss #fma #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #sailor moon #hunter x hunter #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #lord of the rings #lotr #twilight #teen wolf #word of honor #self insert #trying this again cause i learned something about how the tagging system works from last time haha

[kazoosandfannypacks]

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For the fanfic writing ask game thingy, please. 🙏

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

I usually get most of my writing done in the afternoon, but ideally, I'd be writing all day!

💖 What made you start writing?

Middle school english class. My curriculum was a stupid yellow book of a bunch of stupid writing assignments that I absolutely hated and thought I'd never end up using in life ever. I even wrote a persuasive essay about how it was horrible to force a child to write. Looking back, that somehow kickstarted my joy of writing, and in college I learned how much I loathe maximum word counts. Years later, I'd begin writing the most passive aggressive first draft of a novel to ever exist, followed years later by my other original work, which was absolutely not originally an idea I had for a fanfic.

The first fanfic I ever attempted to write was a Star Wars fic set on Hoth a little before Empire Strikes Back, which I never ended up finishing. A few years later, while playing Lego Star Wars: The Force Awakens with my little brother, there was a sidequest in the game about a TIE Fighter pilot who crashed on the Resistance base and went undercover as an X-Wing pilot, and I thought it was such an interesting concept that I ended up writing an entire story about her. I'll admit, she was definitely, in many ways, a self-insert, but I had a lot of fun incorporating her and my teenage crush on poe dameron into the Star Wars sequel trilogy (or, at that time just a duology I suppose!)

The first fanfiction I posted though was, again, inspired by Lego, and this time by my weird teenage obsession with Lego Nexo Knights, posted a few years after I wrote it. I later started writing fics fueled by my weird college student obsession with Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure, then eventually started writing fics based on my perfectly normal obsession with Once Upon a Time, and later my bizzare obsession with a bestselling 1907 novel nobody's ever heard of, and now as well some drabbles that spread across many fandoms.

But I'd say what really started my love of writing was keeping a journal as a teenager. My emotions were always noisy and chaotic, like a dense fog I couldn't see through, but when I converted that fog into ink and let it flow onto paper, it all made sense. I found that if I didn't unwind my thoughts and lay them out on paper each night, they'd get all tangled up in my brain, and I along with them, but it was so much easier to quiet my mind to go to sleep if I emptied it into my journal first.

From there, I realized how much I love writing, and getting my thoughts out into the world. A lot of my writing comes from saying "this is the story I want to read, but it does not exist yet. I must write it, so we all can read it." Most of my fanfics are born of saying "hey, this is a tiny detail they could've explored but didn't," or "hey, wouldn't it be interesting if this happened?" and realizing that I can make it happen.

For me, writing comes as naturally as thinking, and it's truly one of my favorite pastimes.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

This is not a surprise to literally anyone who reads my fics, but I will never write smut. That's not a trope as much as it is a genre, but it's the first thing that comes to mind.

fanfic emoji ask game! (besties please ask me more of these I will literally answer all of them)

#kazzy writes #kazzy answers asks #kazzy's kazootuals #shipmates in crime #kazzy writes fanfic #introducing kazzy #kazzy saves for later

[eggcatsreads]

May Reading Wrap-Up

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Favorite Read of the Month:

Master of One by Jaida Jones and Dani Bennett (GR review)

Rags is a thief until he's caught by the Queensguard and forced to find an ancient fae relic for a sadistic royal sorcerer. And now he's forced on a journey to find the rest of these relics so they can save the world before it's destroyed.

Y'ALL. THIS BOOK DOES NOT GET ENOUGH LOVE AND THAT IS A CRIME. THIS CAME OUT IN 2020 AND THERE'S NOT EVEN A WHISPER OF A SEQUEL IN THE WORKS??? HELLO??? MORE PEOPLE NEED TO READ THIS SO THERE'S ENOUGH HYPE FOR THE AUTHORS TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES.

This is the queer fantasy adventure we've all wanted and it's been slept on. (Personally, I think it's the cover and the name keeping people from picking this book up.) Trust me, this book is PHENOMENAL. If you have ever read a fantasy adventure with some romantic tension in it, and thought "okay but what if it was gay?" then THIS IS THE BOOK FOR YOU.

The best way I can describe it is if Crier's War and Realm Breaker had a baby. If you haven't read both of those books (what are you doing?) I'll try to describe the vibes. It's Crier's War in that it's a queer fantasy story where the protagonists are practically fighting against society itself to correct the corruption throughout the realm, where solving this won't be an easy fix - as well as it standing in the way of the romance, where two people from different worlds try to come together anyway and overcome the obstacles. It's Realm Breaker in that it's a found family adventure story where you collect more and more characters along the way as they have to fight to save the realm before it's destroyed. It's the love of my life in that I stayed up until like 6am to finish it in one sitting.

READ THIS BOOK. PLEASE.

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Other Five Star Reads:

Painted Devils by Margaret Owen (GR review) (series)

Let’s get one thing straight—Vanja Schmidt wasn’t trying to start a cult.

If you haven't read Little Thieves yet, what are you doing? Read that, read this (the sequel), cry at the ending, and then wait with me with baited breath for Holy Terrors. While you're at it, read Margaret Owen's other book series, The Merciful Crow. She's a fantastic author.

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Yellowface by R.F. Kuang (GR review)

Authors June Hayward and Athena Liu were supposed to be twin rising stars: same year at Yale, same debut year in publishing. But Athena's a cross-genre literary darling, and June didn't even get a paperback release. Nobody wants stories about basic white girls, June thinks. So when June witnesses Athena's death in a freak accident, she acts on impulse: she steals Athena's just-finished masterpiece, an experimental novel about the unsung contributions of Chinese laborers to the British and French war efforts during World War I.

R. F. Kuang is a PHENEMONAL writer, and in this darkly humorous memoir from the white women who stole the manuscript for her famous Asian-American author "friend" when she died, you won't be able to stop to take a breath before you realize you've finished the book in one sitting. In an impressive twist of expectations, R.F Kuang's self-insert character ISN'T the main character - she's the one who dies.

Instead, we're stuck inside June's ("Juniper Song's") head as she complains about the unfairness of political correctness and how only minority authors are getting the big breaks now, and no one supports her work because she's white. So when her friend dies unexpectedly in front of her one night, she takes the opportunity to steal her book and pass it off as her own - and it's a cultural phenomenon of a book - until her fraud comes to light. Her response to all of this will keep you on your toes until the last page.

Also R.F. Kuang has a trilogy called The Poppy War which I HIGHLY recommend reading. She's also written Babel, which while I liked, academia focused books aren't my forte. However, reading all four of these books can kind of lend some insight into Yellowface, as R.F. Kuang takes the criticisms she's faced and turns it around to mock them in this book, and there were a few moments I laughed out loud because I knew EXACTLY what book and where a certain criticism came from. It's not required, but if you were interested at all in these books, I recommend them before Yellowface, if you can.

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The Witness for the Dead by Katherine Addison (series)

When the young half-goblin emperor Maia sought to learn who had killed his father and half-brothers, he turned to an obscure resident of his Court, a Prelate of Ulis and a Witness for the Dead. Thara Celehar found the truth, though it did him no good to discover it. He lost his place as a retainer of his cousin the former Empress, and made far too many enemies among the many factions vying for power in the new Court. The favor of the Emperor is a dangerous coin. Now Celehar lives in the city of Amalo, far from the Court though not exactly in exile. 

Thara Celehar my beloved. I would die for you, you sad gay wet cat of a man.

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Rest of Books Read Under the Cut:

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The Grief of Stones by Katherine Addison (series)

Thara Celehar continues to be a sad gay wet cat of a man, as we watch him go on his little adventures and solve crimes.

Babel by R.F. Kuang

1828. Robin Swift, orphaned by cholera in Canton, is brought to London by the mysterious Professor Lovell. There, he trains for years for the day he’ll enroll in Oxford University’s prestigious Royal Institute of Translation—also known as Babel. The tower and its students are the world's center for translation and, more importantly, magic. Silver-working—the art of manifesting the meaning lost in translation using enchanted silver bars—has made the British unparalleled in power, as the arcane craft serves the Empire's quest for colonization.

Dragonfall by L.R. Lam

Long ago, humans betrayed dragons, stealing their magic and banishing them to a dying world. Centuries later, their descendants worship dragons as gods. But the gods remember, and they do not forgive.

Tbh this might have been 5 stars if the main character wasn't so vanilla that he'd see a half dragon/half man hybrid saving his life and didn't immediately want him, and instead went to hide and think about it. SIR. WHAT.

Also it's the classic enemies to lovers, one has to kill the other and the other doesn't know it, betrayal love stories we all love. Except gay. And with dragons. So better.

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Seven Faceless Saints by M.K. Lobb

In the city of Ombrazia, saints and their disciples rule with terrifying and unjust power, playing favorites while the unfavored struggle to survive. After her father’s murder at the hands of the Ombrazian military, Rossana Lacertosa is willing to do whatever it takes to dismantle the corrupt system—tapping into her powers as a disciple of Patience, joining the rebellion, and facing the boy who broke her heart. 

Sisters of the Lost Nation by Nick Medina

Anna Horn is always looking over her shoulder. For the bullies who torment her, for the entitled visitors at the reservation's casino...and for the nameless, disembodied entity that stalks her every step--an ancient tribal myth come-to-life, one that's intent on devouring her whole. With strange and sinister happenings occurring around the casino, Anna starts to suspect that not all the horrors on the reservation are old.

Our Hideous Progeny by C.E. McGill

It's 1853 London. Frankenstein's great niece Mary Saville and her husband, Henry, are trying to follow in his scientific footsteps and become renowned paleontologists. But after finding clues to her great uncle's disappearance, Mary's luck may just change. She constructs a plan that will force the scientific community to take her and her husband seriously; no one will be able to ignore them after they learn to create life.

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Books read so far this year: 59

How I rate books.

#books #booklr #reading wrap up 2023 #reading wrap up #may #may 2023 #long post

[the-force-awakens]

hi I'm nym (or sometimes tegan). I'm twenty three, aroace & happily in a qpr with some of my very best friends in the whole galaxy, and I'm extremely autistic & adhd. I dabble in making gifs and writing fanfic, but most of the time you can catch me rambling and daydreaming.

fandoms you can regularly expect to see here are star wars (sequel trilogy), moon knight, spider-man, taylor swift, ryan bergara & shane madej, doctor who (rtd & moffat eras), and oscar isaac.

I track the tag #usernym if you'd like to tag me in anything (I love seeing what people make!)

I tag spoilers for shows for one week, and for movies I tag them for about a month, but I don't have a huge habit of watching new releases (or if I do, I don't have a habit of blogging about them).

keep in mind that I'm an adult, and semi-frequently post/reblog mature fics and on occasion, nswfish text posts or semi-explicit scenes from tv/movies, so be sure to blacklist "adult tag" if you aren't interested in seeing that.

I do my best to tag content warnings, but if you need something tagged, please don't hesitate to let me know.

I self-ship which means I make and reblog a lot of reader and self-insert content, if that's not your cup of tea you can blacklist the tag #fic rec.

if you're interested, you can find my old fic masterlist below, along with more information and quick tags for my self ships that I occasionally blog about here, my primary oc, etc etc.

self-ship masterlist 💞

I've been writing reader fic since 2020, beginning on blogs that are now archived (/luminouspoes & /userpoe). you can also find most of my fics on my ao3, along with general canon verse fics, and fics for my self-insert (and light of my life), Volya Doneeta.

my f/o galaxy 💫

all general posts for self-shipping can be found under f/o galaxy 💫. this includes yearning posts (seeing as I'm aroace, they don't have any other purpose lmao), as well as some edits and fics.

majority of my self-ship (and all my more mature) posts can be found on my sideblog @starlightpoes which is 18+ in nature.

falling feels like falling 🪐💕 | poe dameron (main)

lost in the moondust ✨ | mk system

fics masterlist ✒️💌

All fics are written to be gender neutral, although smut fics feature afab!reader. I've only written for Oscar Isaac characters, but primarily Poe and sometimes the MK system (but have written for other Oscar characters in the past, because things snowballed). smut fics will be marked with this emoji: 🔞

(I have not written any reader fic in quite some time, and frankly I'm not sure if I'll return to it or not - and if I do, whether or not I post it here will remain to be seen.)

all fics can be found under the tag myfic.

poe dameron 🪐💕

two birds, one stone 🔞

help me slow it down 🔞

night skies in the mirror of you 🔞

hold on just a little tighter 🔞

puppy dog eyes 🔞

heaven in hiding 🔞

permission to kiss

half asleep is a good look

kisses while cuddling

that's the kind of love 🔞

compatibility

smiling in between kisses

kisses in the shower

green green dress 🔞

moon knight system 🌙✨

let's go somewhere

we all shake a little bit 🔞

thank you for protecting me

you can kiss me, you know

#nym speaks #im still so soft over the banner 🥺