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shrinkthisviolet · 2 years

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Lavi’s Masterlist

[MCU]

i love you (so please let me go)

oneshot

peter, ned, & mj-centric

ways to say i love you

series of oneshots (complete!!)

based on this tumblr post

peter & mj-centric (guest-starring other characters)

a study in michelle jones-watson (feat. the people who know her best)

oneshot

mj as told through the eyes of others

epistolary (sorta)

this pain would(n’t) be for evermore

5 times michelle saw peter + 1 time peter saw mj

from pre-hoco to nwh’s cafe scene

how to get powers (without really trying)

episode 1 of ms marvel nudged to the left

aka: what if kamala humored her parents

also she has stretchy powers in this (she just also glows!!)

when i’m like this (you’re the one i trust)

muneeba’s pov from the end of ep 5 to midway thru ep 6 (with some kamala pov at the end!)

some pre-relationship karmala (kareem x kamala) and muneeba has her suspicions 👀

muneeba & kamala also talk superheroism!!

[Stargirl]

would it really kill you (if we kissed)?

the car scene from 3x03

canon compliant

these two are so in love but so shy about it!!

[The Flash]

reaching up to touch the sky (WIP)

series of oneshots and multichaps

OC: jesse morgan wells, preferred name morgan (hence the shorthand name “morgan wells AU”)

multiple povs eventually

lowkey also a fix-it in some places (not a full rewrite)

RUTTTS AUs/What-Ifs (Also technically a WIP)

Morgan AU ‘verse AUs

currently just the childhood friends AU (Barry & Morgan’s parents become friends, and thus, they meet very early on before being separated due to parental death/arrest)

all love ever does is (begin again)

oneshot

barry post-flashpoint + his grieving process

ft. harry’s good advice that he should really follow 💀

you can’t count on anyone (especially your heroes)

oneshot

what is thawne’s backstory now, after so many timeline changes?

canon-compliant

wreck my plans (that’s my man)

oneshot

iris-centric, post-s3

Let WOC Feel Their Feelings!!

just like a tornado (she’s taking us by storm)

5x18 fix-it (aka “how about y’all talk to future iris instead of arguing and saying things like ‘she’s working with thawne so she must be evil’ and ‘maybe thawne isn’t that bad’”)

based on this tumblr post i wrote over a year ago

iris west-allen defense squad

all your backlogged dreams (and how you left them all to me)

wally meets linda!

angst about barry because this is post-s3 😭 iris and wally are Struggling

missing scene/canon compliant

got my mind made up (and i can’t let go)

oneshot

nora & future iris & wally family feels 🥰

nora goes to wally for help instead of thawne

wallinda + implied noralia

an hour in a week (to focus on my thoughts)

oneshot

iris & harry, iris-centric, missing scene during 3x22

whumpril + angstpril

Let WOC Feel Their Feelings!!

somebody heal me from my pain

oneshot

savitar pov during the s9/series finale

thawne & savitar + nora & savitar (the interactions we deserved to see!!)

the little things (give you away)

oneshot

iris pov during 3x22

saviris missing scene (they talk while savitar has iris captive)

[Star Wars]

Shatterpoint (WIP)

series of oneshots, multichaps for the movies

skywalker triplets: luke skywalker, leia organa, and lucy kenobi

multiple povs eventually

obi-wan gets a kid of his own to raise and gets more attached to her than he ever expected

i just wanna see you (be brave)

oneshot

leia’s pov

jyn & leia friendship (we were robbed)

when you help someone (you help everyone)

oneshot

jedi haja estree

survivor’s guilt is a heck of a thing…also just because he SAYS he’s not a jedi doesn’t make it true

silence that only comes (when two people understand each other)

oneshot, minor canon divergence from tlj

rey almost drowns, luke saves her, and they bond!!

finnpoe and reyrose hinted (my beloveds!!)

you were bigger (than the whole sky)

oneshot, andor-family-centric

minor spoilers up to ep 3 of andor

aka “local child of immigrants got super attached to cassian’s assimilation story and wrote 1k words about it”

come in, the water is(n’t) fine

2 chapters, 10k words

sith luke, pov rey

kylo being less awful than canon

a smidge tfa-divergent, ignores tlj and tros

[House of Anubis]

how dare you march (into my heart)

oneshot

joy as peddie’s matchmaker during the ball (lowkey alfie too 😂)

Everyone Ships It

[Cobra Kai/Karate Kid]

stay gold (WIP)

ck time travel au

6-ish multichap fics planned, 2 complete, 1 in progress

woman-centered—specifically, sam, tory, and aisha, but others get to shine too!

shamelessly spitting in the face of show canon :)

don’t you dream impossible things?

ck superpowers au (really just canon + superpowers) series

some canon divergence at my discretion because i make the rules :)

updates during ckhalloween…other than that…maybe? But no guarantees

Lavi’s All-Valley Drabbles

ongoing collection of drabbles from the allvalley100 challenge on Tumblr!

not sure if it’ll be marked complete? But I don’t really count it as a wip since all drabbles are standalone (unless stated otherwise)

i promise (i’ll do better)

oneshot

daniel & anthony-centric

a rewrite of That Scene in s4

you are loved (more than you know)

oneshot

continuation of this oneshot

amanda & sam-centric

time enough to live (never time to die)

oneshot

avalon high au (basically king arthur + co are reincarnated)

(aka “avalon kai” 😂)

you’ll be alright (come morning light)

oneshot

post-3x10

aka the aftermath of a home invasion

(technically canon compliant i think?)

i should’ve asked you (how to be)

oneshot

continuation of this oneshot sorta? Like...a stand-alone sequel in the same universe 😂

anthony can teleport, sam can make forcefields, & daniel has the same power as the linked oneshot

lavi’s ck halloween 2021

oneshots written for ckhalloween!

all are standalone

you’re alive (so alive) in my head

oneshot

continuation of this oneshot

daniel has Feelings about mr. miyagi + concerned johnny & amanda

not even remotely canon-compliant anymore (*glares at s4*) but i still love it!

and then the bad things happen (they happen because of you)

oneshot

3x10 nudged to the left (daniel + johnny remember that robby is a Child In Danger)

[ATLA/LOK]

history is gonna change (WIP)

bumizumi time travel au

three multichap fics planned, 1 in progress

updates are sporadic

main gehra tamas tu sunehra savera (main tera)

story beats of hasaisha applied to maiko

inspired by ms marvel ep 5 but no knowledge of the show required!

worldbuilding is the same, but the backstory is changed

i hate to look at your face (and know that you’re feeling different)

izumi & zuko feels

Izumi Learns How Zuko Got The Scar

(also she’s 13 for maximum angst)

i dare you (to love) (WIP(?))

atla soulmate au

series of standalone oneshots

platonic + romantic! And self-chosen (the series page explains what I mean 😂)

wake that spirit, i wanna hear it

series of oneshots written for Aang Week 2021!

aang-centric ofc, some kataang

lavi does maiko halloweek 2020

oneshots written for Fall Maiko Week 2020

also featuring a Coraline AU that I’m incredibly proud of 🥰

it feels impossible (it’s not)

twoshot

ty lee-centric

air nomad (but not airbender) ty lee

we could go make history (or we could rest in peace)

oneshot

evil zuko au

au where zuko is firelord, azula was the one banished, and ozai is dead

[Ted Lasso]

just don’t go (just meet me in the afterglow)

oneshot

roy x keeley, dani x jamie

[Misc]

Bad Things Happen Bingo

multifandom series

standalone installments

see this post for details

if i told you the reasons why (would you take my hand tonight?) - Escape the Night*

oneshot

2nd person pov

ro & matt, if they were the last ones standing and matt’s resurrection had consequences

Belle of the Fall - Escape the Night*

oneshot

in which lele was working for the evil all along

did she give up (or did she move on)? - Who Killed Markiplier ‘verse*

oneshot

celci & dorene interaction during iswm part 1!

some quotes taken from May You Always Be Satisfied, which I highly recommend 💞

*All fics about ETN and WKM are written about the characters, not the real people

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lesbiankiliel · 5 years

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Reyrose for the ship meme!

yay thanks!

General:

How long will they last? - until they both join the Force and even after that

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - the falling in love is pretty quick but getting together takes longer bc they’re repressed nerds (especially rose) with no experience in this (especially rey)

How was their first kiss? - really soft and sweet ♥

Wedding:

Who proposed? - rey, technically. she was really tired with her dads one day and shouted to rose, “hey rose, can we get married so I can take your last name?” and rose (shouting back from whatever she was fixing on the falcon) answered, “okay!” (but it took like two weeks before rose asked if rey was serious about getting married and that was when they agreed that okay let’s get married)

Who is the best man/men? - rey definitely had finn and poe

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - rose had paige and kaydel (going with what goes on in the return of hope bc that’s my canon)

Who did the most planning? - lando did xD he just jumped right into it when rey and rose told him and luke

Who stressed the most? - both in their own ways

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (lando would’ve turned the kate and william gear on but rey stopped him)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - anyone who had anything to do with the first order

Sex:

Who is on top? - they switch

Who is the one to instigate things? - depends on the day

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - a decent amount of time, first time took a while bc it was new to them

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - they try but it’s more about quality than quantity

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. (rey is touch starved and rose is soft)

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - maybe one I don’t know yet (I’m counting sperm donors and scifi tech for natural)

How many children will they adopt? - two (they accidentally adopt one and then adopt another on purpose)

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - whoever is the closest to do it

Who is the stricter parent? - probably rose

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - rose

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - rey

Who is the more loved parent? - they’re equally loved

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - they both go when they can

Who cried the most at graduation? - rey

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - rey

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - I like to think that rose loves cooking^^

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - neither, they both eat anything bc growing up they didn’t have a lot to eat

Who does the grocery shopping? - they do it together

How often do they bake desserts? - as often as possible

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - everything in moderation

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - definitely rey (her dads helped but it’s the thought that counts)

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - rey

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - REY

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - rey (bc rose cooks, it’s only fair)

Who is really against chores? - neither. they’re not hyped about them but they gotta do them

Who cleans up after the pets? - both (rey has an emotional support porg and rose got a loth-cat)

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - rose xD

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - rey (she’s not the cleanest person but she’s not a calrissian-skywalker for nothing)

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - rey

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - definitely rey, she loves bubble baths

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - their loth-cat is an indoor cat and cloud city still hasn’t recovered from the time they took the porg out

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - as often as possible

What are their goals for the relationship? - idk make each other happy and be the best version of themselves for the other

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - both^^

Who plays the most pranks? - I think they both do^^

send me a ship

#erina's replies #missaristocrat #ship asks #reyrose #star wars

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babydarkstar · 6 years

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Soft prompt: Rey tries on a dress for the first time and twirls around barefoot as the fabric flows freely. At first she's nervous about wearing something so fine, but then she's reassured how much it suits her. 🤷‍♀️ 🌸🌼👗

i added rose because i’ve never written her before and i wanted to give it a shot because i love and cherish my girls who both deserve to be treated softly for once in their goddamn lives please enjoy while i sob in the corner. also this got a little gay and reyrose-y so it’s like reyrose AND reylo. reyroselo? rosereylo? idk. everyone’s gay, it’s fine. rey n rose r probably bi anyways. ok ill shut up now

[i hope you remember me like this: dancing in the stars in my sundress.]

The fabric between her fingers was so soft she was afraid it’d fall apart in her rough hands. Rows upon rows of gorgeous fabric lay before them, cut and styled to form the most luxurious clothes she had ever seen. Color, like color she’d never seen before or had only had the pleasure of mere fleeting glimpses.

“Dresses,” Rose breathed, her eyes softening with something like longing and admiration as she stood next to Rey in the aisle of endless color. The array made the girls feel small like tookes wrapped in blankets, but it was hardly a bad thing.

So that’s what they were called. Dresses.

Rey had always wanted to try one on, but she never felt like she’d do a garment like that justice. Too scrawny, too blotchy and freckled, too bony. Too…not enough.

“Where I come from, you never wore dresses unless you were from a well off family,” Rose whispered, dragging a careful finger over a beaded corset, “People would get married in these long elaborate dresses and would only wear them once. We couldn’t afford it.”

“Only one time?” Rey asked, thinking what a waste of precious resources it was. She wondered how many portions Unkar Plutt would have granted her had she shown up to his post with just one of these. Anything off planet would have come highly valued, but there wasn’t much use for a dress on a scalding scavenging planet. Maybe she would have kept it for herself, using it as a wearable blanket on bitter cold nights. Or maybe she would have hidden it away and kept it like she did with the things she valued most.

“How can I help you ladies?” A tailor droid, vocoder set to a feminine tone. Rey withdrew her hand from the buttery fabric of the sunshine yellow dress she had been assaulting.

“We’re fine, thank you. Just leaving, actually,” she said hastily, realizing now that they shouldn’t have even stepped into the store in the first place. They had supplies to pick up and credits to transfer. It was pointless to even be here when they could barely afford to stay in one place without the threat of the First Order finding them.

Rey turned to put her hand on Rose’s shoulder by way of letting her know to leave, but the droid persisted.

“I noticed you looking at the long-sleeved ballgown style,” she asserted, cogs whirring as she jerked her head up to look at Rey, “This color is a beautiful choice. However, my scanners indicate that your skin tone is best suited for a pallet with green and blue and grey. Shall I fetch you this style in such colors? My scanners indicate your size. Let me have an assistant droid start a changing room for you. ”

“I’m not—“ But then she cut herself off.

Not what? What was she going to say? I’m not good enough to wear such an expensive garment? I’m not pretty enough? I’m not feminine?

Maker, she had always, always wanted to feel lush and lavish in a dress just like the very ones that sat before her. But she couldn’t. She’d never been able to. Circumstance never made her rich or predisposed to such things. And then there was the fact that she wouldn’t let herself. And they couldn’t even afford half the price of what was charged.

Rey glanced down at Rose, who was suppressing a giddy smile. Hmm. Maybe they’d just try on. Or maybe she could bargain. Droids were a little tougher to crack, but she’d done it before.

No. They had to focus on the mission.

But then she looked at Rose again, noticed how she couldn’t even keep herself still from all that energy threatening to spill over. Enabler. She was absolutely an enabler.

Ah, what the hell. Life was miserably short and shortly miserable. The last week of her life had been the most exhausting one yet.

She stuck her chin up at the droid, emulating a false sense of confidence.

“Only if you find something for my friend. With all that, fancy shit or whatever code was written for you,” she waved her hands around in front of the droid, who turned immediately to face Rose.

“Yes, ma’am. Ah. My scanners indicate your stature to be rather small, so I’ll guide you to dresses that are shorter. I’ll see to it that we find you a dress in a shade of yellow. Do you prefer to cover your legs?”

Rose looked up at Rey and giggled, following the droid as she walked them over to the ‘petite’ section. The droid whirred away to busy herself with preparing for the two new customers she had.

“Are we really doing this?” Rey asked Rose, who took one look at the rows of dresses and grabbed two fistfuls, inspecting and awing over everything she touched.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she hummed in that sing-song voice she did when she was excited, never taking her eyes off the fabric in her hand, “Are we?”

“We…Yes. Maybe. I don’t know?” Maker, she prayed Leia would understand why they would be coming back late. A sigh fell roughly past her lips and she shrugged, glancing behind her at the door that seemed so small now.

“If you’re afraid of not being good enough for a place like this, just remember that I’m the only other human here, and I’m in the same ship,” she laughed, then her face got serious, eyes sharpening with focus, “And you totally are good enough. You took down Kylo Ren twice and KILLED Snoke! And even if you hadn’t done any of that. Every girl deserves to feel like a Force-angel at least once.”

Rose would hate her if she knew the truth, if she knew that even though Kylo still left a bitter taste in her mouth, she ached for him to hold her in his arms, for him to brush the pads of his fingers over her cheeks and kiss the top of her head. That she saw herself—and desperately wanted herself—clothed in flowing skirts, distantly older with a child’s hand around her finger and Ben Solo brushing the back of his index finger across her chin. Maybe, if it got down to it, she’d explain things. She’d explain how her and Ben really weren’t so different after all; but he wanted the galaxy. She just wanted him, whatever she’d allow herself to think that meant.

Rey heard rather than saw the same droid approaching them, her parts cinching and recoiling with each movement.

“Miss, your rooms are ready.”

She didn’t miss Rose’s poorly stifled squeal of joy.

Rey stood with her thumbnail between her teeth, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she admired the dress before her.

Long sleeves and bodice of simple crushed velvet (what the droid had called it) with a scoop-neck back and a high-necked front, and a full skirt of fluffy tulle, accented with amber and golden gems sewn into the fabric.

Emerald green, like her favorite color, like the green on Takodana, like the green of her eyes that she had seen through his.

“There is green in you, desert child.”

It could have fed her comfortably for years on Jakku, she had decided. And she couldn’t tell if she was emotional because she was happy, or because she was upset that it could have given her meat on the bones that had suffered, or because she was wasting all this time when she should have been on her way back to the rendezvous. Maybe all three.

A knock on the door and she jumped.

“Rey,” whispered a humored voice, then came a soft, giddy chuckle, “You have to come look at this. It’s like, something a Rim Pageant Queen would wear!”

“I’ll be out in a minute,” she said, willing herself to sound as cheery as Rose did while she clenched her fists by her sides and glared at herself in the mirror.

She was already doing this, dammit, so she might as well enjoy herself.

With forced movement and stiff limbs, she undressed awkwardly and threw the dress over her head as quickly as possible so as to avoid the bitter cold of the cooling units on full blast around her.

As she gently tugged the dress to float down in place, the air around her shifted in that all too familiar way, tightening and stretching as all the noise and sense of time and perception funneled into one vacuum-sealed wasteland.

Seriously. It couldn’t wait, like. Six minutes.

No. He was not intruding right now, even if he had as much control over this as she did. So she pointedly ignored his eyes burning fire into her skin as she gazed at herself in the mirror. From the corner of her eye she could see his brooding black figure, hair a wild mess. He appeared to be sitting, resting his chin in his hand.

Rey turned her focus back on herself, taking a deep breath as she gazed up and down at the heavy fabric she wore.

Maker. It was. So beautiful, and the color, oh it was rich and it brought out the green in her eyes and for the first time in her life she felt pretty and soft, like the twinkling mystery of forests, like a nymph of the sparkling woods, like a melody floating through echoic chambers. And she never expected it, but not only did she feel beautiful—she still felt strong. Certainly more confident in herself than she had expected. And maybe a little more confident than she had ever been in her standard issue culottes and tunic.

Rey lifted her chin up and twisted side to side experimentally, watching as the waves of emerald fabric rippled and the gems glittered against the light. With a giggle she couldn’t help, she lifted her arms into the air and spun around on her bare feet, delighting in the soft swish of her skirt against her legs and the smoothness of the velvet sleeves on her arms.

A luxury indeed.

There was a knock on the door again. “Rey, are you alright?”

She strode over and slid the door open, thrilled by the quiet rustle her skirts made with every step.

Rose stood—no, glowed—before Rey in a dress just short enough to show her ankles. As the droid had said, she wore an endearing sunshine yellow that made her ten times more radiant than she already was. Her dress, like Rey’s, had a tulle skirt, but hers was much fluffier and appeared to have more layers. The bodice of her gown was silken and wrapped around her neck like a halter top, with strips of the same fabric connecting from the hem at the waist and gathering at her wrists.

“Wow,” they both breathed, and Rose took Rey’s hand to guide her out of the room. They walked to a backlit mirror and stood, hand in hand as they admired each other.

“You look amazing, Rose,” Rey awed, turning to face her as she touched the soft fabric of her sunshine-y skirt.

“And you look…breathtaking,” Rose breathed back, eyes shiny and full of a pure kind of joy one would find in an admirer. Rey couldn’t help the self-deprecating little scoff that escaped her. She wasn’t used to affectionate complements like that.

“She’s right, you know,” said a smooth, sad voice, drawing closer, sending a warm tickle down her spine, “Breathtaking.”

On a restock supply trip two months later, the girls stared longingly at the unique boutique as they strolled past it on their way back to the port. No one had questioned their tardiness last time when Rey explained with a little Force behind it that they had a run-in with some bounty hunters who had mistaken them for fugitives, so naturally Leia sent them back with a knowing glint in her eye. But they hadn’t bought anything last time and it would be ridiculous to go in there again with the same expectation.

Yet as they stepped away, Rey could hear the earnest attempts of someone trying to get her attention.

“Miss! Miss!”

She turned to see…the droid from the boutique? Waving her down as best her mechanical functions allowed, hobbling as quickly as she could to the two women that now stood facing the stream of people.

“The order placed for you has been here for months! Please follow me to retrieve it!” She turned and began trekking back to the shop.

“Oh, we didn’t order anything,” Rey said, hoping like Force that she hadn’t accidentally purchased something nonreturnable. The droid halted and turned back to face her, and if she had expressions Rey was sure she’d look aghast.

“It was a gift!”

“From whom?” Rey questioned, racking her brains to remember who could have possibly been there to gift them such luxurious items. And then she closed her eyes, a jolt of half-guilt half-utter-incomprehensible-joy seizing her as she formed an educated guess.

“Oh, my memory escapes me,” the droid worried, opening the door for the ladies, “I’ll have to look that up for you once I can connect to the database.”

They stepped into the shop with a rush of cool air as stood in front of the white counter as the droid plugged into the datapad at the desk. “Ah yes! The buyer is under the name of Ben.”

“Ben,” Rey whispered, looking down at her feet.

“Huh,” Rose said, “That was the name of the General’s son.”

“Was?”

“Didn’t you know? He died in that accident when he was training with Luke Skywalker. It must have been devastating for her to lose him. She said he wanted to be a pilot in the Resistance.” She sounded genuinely sad, and that made Rey sad for her. Maybe Leia really did believe that Ben Solo was dead, and in his place stood Kylo Ren.

But if the two boxes before her were any indication of that, she’d say Ben was still around.

#reylo #reylo fic #anya writes #for the worms that reblogged my soft rey post....might i interest u in some soft rey

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intergalacticwartimespace · 6 years

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Scorpio Rising Chapter 1

Author: @intergalacticwartimespace

Title: Scorpio Rising

Pairing: FinnPoe, ReyRose, minor FinnRose

Summary: When Poe Dameron reaches the end of his rope, he ties a knot. But sometime after Crait, the rope just breaks. Finn tries hard and means well, but his attempts at love and friendship are messy and uncertain. Rose wrestles with immense grief and survivors guilt, and somewhere in the middle of it all Rey puts everything into what little she knows about love and the force to save her friends from self-sabotage before it’s too late. Unable to reach him, Poe’s friends watch him hellbent on a path of self-destruction as they try to navigate their way through this strange new world. The Rebels know their cause is a worthy one with a high price to pay, but they wonder, if it doesn’t kill them, then at what cost will liberation come?

TW: PTSD, Derealization/Depersonalization, Nightmares

A/N: I have had this fic idea in my head since I saw TLJ. I have a lot of mixed feelings about TLJ and this is one of many ideas to fix things. It's gonna be really angsty! But things will get better. Eventually. This fic was inspired by the song Scorpio Rising by Soccer Mommy. I have the whole fic outlined and several chapters are written so I will try to update every TUESDAY!

Scorpio Rising Chapter 1

When Poe Dameron wakes, he has to remind himself that he isn’t on the Millenium Falcon anymore.

It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re on the old rebel base on Dantooine. Poe attempted to soothe himself. Get it together Dameron. You’re fine. The metal of the abandoned derelict rebel base creaked as the wind braced the Dantooine plains. He knows he had a nightmare but he can’t quite remember what was so terrifying about it. His sheets are wet and his shirt and shorts stick to him, but he isn’t hot at all, he is so cold, cold, cold.

He had been on Crait, sliding foot first into the pit, but when he falls into the trench he doesn’t see Resistance soldiers. Finn’s got his tongue halfway down Rose’s throat. Poe tries to climb out of the trench but his legs don't work the way he wants them to so he sits down. He’s in his orange jumpsuit and he doesn’t know where his jacket is. Rey sits down next to him. “Where’s my jacket?” he asks. Rey tells him that it’s Taungsday and she is in love with Kylo Ren.

That's when Poe woke up. When he recalls the dream it doesn’t seem scary at all, in fact, it seems kind of silly. But for some reason, Poe’s room on base feels like an alleyway now and even though he is pretty sure he is alone, he keeps touching his back to make sure something isn’t crawling on his skin.

Poe decides that at this point it’s best to just get dressed, BB-8 would be waking him in an hour anyway. Poe pulls off clammy clothes on the way to the refresher. The shower screen slides behind him with a satisfying sound. Even after he has washed all the sweat off, Poe still feels other.

Since the skeleton crew of the Millenium Falcon had settled into the run-down Dantooine Rebel Base, a few more people had joined. When they had arrived, they numbered about 20 people. A few fleets had managed to escape D-Qar, but many remained scattered throughout the Outer-Rim, trying to not congregate in one place where they would be easy pickings for the First Order if found. A few more transports had joined Leia’s group on Dantooine a couple weeks before. They now had a few medical droids and a handful of X-wings, but not much more than that. Their crew numbers something in the low 300s now and while it was an improvement from the previous few survivors, it is not much to speak of.

Poe joined his friends, Rose, Rey, and Finn in the noisy messhall for breakfast. Over the last few weeks the crew has gotten a chance to know eachother better, though some would argue that nothing bonds sous quicker than surviving a war. Conversation with Rey came easily. Poe found that she knew more about ships and their maintenance than he even knew was possible. And though he was several years her senior, she possessed a blunt but wise perspective on the galaxy, which Poe decided, may or may not have had something to do with being the last of the jedi, an orphan of her family and her culture. Things with Finn had settled into an uneasy calm as Finn tried to find his place in the Resistance. Poe insisted that this is where he belongs, You’re one of us now, he always reminded him. But for all the votes of encouragement, Finn often times still seemed wide-eyed. It didn’t help that Poe was harboring some secret feelings, but for the time being, he had decided it wasn’t the right time to bring it up with Finn right now. Where Rose was concerned, Poe didn’t know her that well, although he knew her late sister, Paige, somewhat. He couldn't shake the feeling that he owed her something, though if he did, she never let on.

Nevertheless, the laughing crew were a sight for sore eyes. Poe slid into his spot next to Finn and nudged his shoulder with his. Finn looked away embarrassed. Poe thought he could see him blush but he’s not sure.

Poe had joined in the middle of Rey regaling everyone with her tales of Luke Skywalker. “So, like, I’m reaching my hands out and I can feel it, y’know, I can actually feel the Force,” Rey acts out the action accordingly.

“And then what?” Finn leans forward. He wants to believe in the Force so much. Poe wished he didn’t find everything he did so fucking endearing.

“Luke was like ‘Oh the force must be so strong with you,’” She mocked. “And then I like open my eyes, and it was just Luke tickling my fingers with a blade of grass!” Rey exclaims. She slams her hand on the table in comedic exasperation, startling Poe. “Like, who does that.”

Finn rolls his eyes and takes a bite of bacon. “Luke Skywalker, apparently,”

“I can’t believe he would do that…” Rose says. She seems genuinely troubled that Luke Skywalker would do such a thing.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Poe says. “He is Leia’s brother.” Poe remembers Leia’s slapping him and the general feeling of Holdo’s barely readable expression that somehow also communicated pure disdain for Poe. He decides it's time to think about something else.

“Yeah, how is that,” Rey takes a bit of food and in between mouthfuls says, “You and Leia? You said you felt kind of weird about it.” Rey notices Poe become guarded. Poe notices her noticing. Finn and Rose share a silent exchange.

“Oh, it’s fine…” though Poe knows he does not sound convincing. “Things are alright,” he said, because they weren’t. It wasn’t one thing so much as it was everything. Poe didn’t want to fight with Leia.

But Poe was also a Scorpio rising, apparently. Reckless flyboy. Poe turned the words over in his head.

“Poe?” Rey asked. He had been gone too long. Rose stood to put away her tray and Finn followed her lead. “Sorry, Rey, I’m just really tired. I didn’t sleep very well.” It wasn’t a lie but, it wasn’t the whole truth either.

That night Poe had the same dream twice, the same dream he had the night before and the week before that. The woman of the Creche is telling him that his Scorpio Rising is interfering with his Sagittarius sun. Poe can’t seem to meet her black eyes. He stares at the blue oval on her forehead. “You are ready to sacrifice, young Sagittarius, but others are not.” Poe starts to ask what she means but it feels like there is something gummy in his mouth. “You need to tell him,” she says. She cracks an egg.

After the second time having the dream, Poe doesn’t fall back asleep. He feels with a certain intensity that he must tell Finn how he feels, but that goes against the rules. Poe’s rules, for himself, that is.

No fraternizing with the enemy

No fraternizing within the friend group

Depending on who you ask, Poe realized, Finn is both of those. Also, depending on who you ask, Poe has broken both of those rules at least a few times.

The next morning, Poe got to mess early taking a seat at their usual table. He couldn’t stop looking around. He tried to be as casual as possible, but he couldn’t quite achieve that with the caf jittering through his veins. The mess hall seemed unusually bright and unusual busy today, he noted. He secretly knew it was always like this but everything seemed hyper-real. Those fucking fluorescent lights.

Poe rubbed his eyes and quickly scanned the mess hall for Finn. As Poe turned to look behind him, he immediately wished that he hadn’t. Finn looked good. Poe tried not to notice how nicely his pants seemed to fit him this morning. He tried to very casually act like he wasn’t staring or that he wanted to stare. Poe bit his lip and tried to think of anything else. The mere sight of Finn in his jacket made him jump. Then he noticed Rose walking beside him. He suddenly remembered his place in their dynamic; he wasn’t anything significant.

Finn sat down across from Poe and not next to him. Poe tried not to assign any significance to the interaction as Rose took a seat beside Finn. Seconds later, Rey clattered into the seat next to Poe. “If you aren’t gonna eat your pancakes, can I have them?” she asked. Poe slid his tray over and left. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

“BB-8. Hold. Still.” Poe grunted. BB-8 whirred lowly, rocking back and forth. “I know you don’t like maintenance, but you aren’t in a position to argue.”

BB-8 chirped disdainfully.

“I wouldn't say that if I were you, I’ve got a screwdriver in your circuits right now.”

There was a knock at the door of Poe’s quarters. Poe groaned as BB-8 broke free to go answer the door.

“Dammit, BB-8! Oh, Finn…” Poe straightened his posture and casually put away the screwdriver he had been angrily waving at his droid.

“Hey Poe,” Finn flashed that blinding white smile that always made Poe’s heart melt. “May I come in?”

“Buddy, you are welcome here anytime you like,” Poe patted his arm and stepped aside to let him in.

“Oh, thank stars,” Finn said. Finn sat on one end of Poe’s bunk and Poe joined him on the other. “Something has been bugging me, and I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

“What’s up?” Poe’s heart started beating a little faster.

“Well, I’m sure you noticed everything that’s going on between me and Rose,” Finn nervously picked at the bedsheets. He wouldn’t meet Poe’s eyes.

“No, what's been going on?” Poe wasn’t sure what he was implying, there were two possible answers.

Rose’s feelings for Finn were unrequited.

Poe’s feelings for Finn were unrequited.

Poe hoped it wasn’t option 1. He had a bad feeling about this. Finn took a deep breath and gathered a fistful of sheets in his hands. “Well, Rose, y’know she kissed me on Crait, I’m sure you are aware, and you see in the First Order we didn’t really, you see-”

“Oh.” The room shrank. All at once Poe realized this wasn’t a love confession. He had completely read the situation all wrong. Finn was seeking advice.

“Do you like her?” Poe asked. The question hung in the air. Finn knitted his eyebrows together. “I mean, yeah. I like Rose. I do. Like her, that is. Why wouldn’t I?”

Poe pressed his lips together. Something about the way Finn said it bugged him, but it wasn’t quite jealousy. It was just that, well, Finn liked most people. Finn likes everyone, what does he know about love? Poe thought.

“I liked kissing, I think, I don't know-- it didn't last very long. I like my friends. Dating is just a combination of those two things, right?” Finn simplified.

“That’s..not really how it works at all.” Poe was barely managing civility at this point. He was so not the person Finn should be talking to about this, and Finn, he trusts Poe. And Poe was completely and hopelessly in love with him. He was on the outside looking in. Who was he to be explaining love to the man who did not love him?

“See, Rose thinks I’m this Big Resistance Hero, but the truth is, I’ve never been with a girl like that. I’ve never been with anyone like that, you know what I mean?” Unfortunately, Poe did. “I need your help Poe. I just don't know what to do.”

Poe hadn’t felt a single thing in weeks, nothing more than a vague sense of constant impending doom, since Crait. But the way Finn spoke about Rose with such careful care in his voice flicked a switch he had forgotten existed. Half his friends had died. His squad had died. And suddenly he could feel it all. This was hardly the ideal time for this to be happening. Terribly angry, somewhat endeared, and tremendously sorry, Poe turned away.

“Poe, are you...crying?”

Poe threw his hands up in exasperation and stood. “I have to go fix BB-8,” he said and left. Without BB-8. His droid beeped from his charging station in the corner.

[What the fuck just happened?]

“I have no idea.”

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dance with me and i’ll soothe your pain {reyrose} act II, part I

In Cloud City, as General Organa and Lando Calrissian desperately search for allies in the war with the First Order, a banquet is held. While the Resistance leaders try their best to ensign the help of mercenaries, Rey finds herself forced to confront with the girl from her visions, Rose Tico.

Secrets are uncovered and a bond is formed. All in the name of the Force.

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here it is! the continuation of i’ll see you (in my dreams). this chapter is heavy on finn&rey friendship and is mostly a set up for the rest of the fic. still had a lot of fun writing it :^) enjoy!

The view from the Cloud City is mesmerizing. Rey catches herself staring through the vast window more often than she should, her face practically pressed against the glass. It's so different from the monotony of Jakku sands — it's warm, yes, but in another way. The colours change throughout the day, from pinks at dawn, to blues at the noon and intense oranges before darkness falls upon the city. She's never seen anything like it and finds herself enchanted by it.

That seems to please the Baron Administrator of Cloud City to no end. His name is Lando Calrissian and, as Rey learns, he's a close friend of General Organa and Master Luke. A very close friend of Master Luke, she discovers, upon creeping into Luke's chamber for a training session only to see him enveloped in the intimate embrace of Lando's arms. She doesn't mind — it brings a smile to her face, to finally see her master at peace, the deep lines of his face smoothed, a sparkle in his blue eyes. There's sadness, too, but she found that it never really disappears from his gaze. Especially when he looks at her when he thinks she can't see, his eyes more troubled than ever. It unnerves her. What unnerves her, even more, is that Lando shares that look sometimes and she has no idea why.

A chuckle from behind her forces Rey to turn around, away from the reinforced transparisteel window. She smiles at the sight of Finn.

"Still admiring the view, Rey?" He asks, amused, walking up to her. While his tone is teasing, his eyes are full of warmth and not for the first time, Rey finds herself thankful for the Force bringing their ways together.

She shrugs. "It's pretty."

"That it is. But," Finn looks pointedly at her simple leggings and tunic, "I can't understand why you're sitting with your face in the window while we have a banquet to attend to."

It's only then when Rey notices Finn's formal clothing. His usual leather jacket is replaced by a cream suit with a golden thread running across the lapels. On his shoulders rests cape in the colour of burnt orange, decorated with the same gold embroidery and she can't help but think that he looks very royal. Rey has no doubt Lando had a say in his choice of outfit, though, and wonders briefly whether Poe has seen him yet.

It's not a secret in the Resistance that Poe fancies Finn. A lot. She asked him, once, on a dinner during which he stared longingly after Finn talking with lieutenant Connix, why doesn't he tell Finn how he feels. Poe looked at her then, a little wistful, and said that he doesn't want to pressure him. That he wants to make sure they're on the same page when they take this step. "Besides," he added after a moment, watching as Master Luke approached Finn, "he has more important things to do now."

Rey thinks it's a bunch of bantha's shit, because anyone with two eyes — or one, or three, really, it doesn't matter — could see that they both hold affection for each other. Still, she finds Poe's antics sweet. It warms her heart that it's him who's seeking after Finn.

"I don't think I'm going," Rey finally speaks. "It's... not really my thing, you know. Banquets." She laughs nervously.

"Oh?" Finn raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "And just how many banquets have you been on back on Jakku, miss Jedi?"

Rey resists the urge to blush. He makes a good point. "I'll have you know that the banquets in Niima Outpost were very fancy events, thank you very much, mister Jedi."

It's Finn's turn to bashfully look down at the nickname she's given him. His Force-sensitivity is still something of an unsteady ground, even though he has joined her on the training with Master Luke. He was more than reluctant at first, fear and surprise in his eyes as Luke first told him about his powers. Rey knows the feeling all too well.

"Well," Finn clears his throat, "even the Jedi have to attend. To boost the morale and so on, you know."

"We don't even know anything," Rey whines. "Everyone is going to want to talk with General Organa and Lando but not us. They're the ones who wanted this stupid banquet in the first place. I don't understand why we have to go."

"To look dashing next to them?" Finn offers with a grin and Rey, despite her annoyance, snorts.

"It just seems stupid, you know. To have banquets while we should be, I don't know, fighting the First Order. Hunting down Ren, maybe," she doesn't even try to hide the anger in her voice. "They're out there and we're wasting our time on drinking and dancing."

Finn nods patiently. "I know, Rey." He sits on the grey couch in front of the window and motions her to do the same. She obliges, though not without showing that she's not happy about it all, arms crossed over her chest as she plops down next to him.

"There's nothing more I want than to bring the First Order down," he speaks. Then, a hint of a smile appears on his lips. "Well, almost nothing. But the point is, while I'd love to be out there, to make those bastards pay for all they've done, we can't just barge onto Finalizer and fight their army. And then a dozen more Star Destroyers. We need more than just us for that."

"Well, we have three Jedi, that should count for something, no?" She frowns. "Four, if you count in General Organa, although I'm not sure she'd be willing to use a lightsaber on the battlefield."

"That's the thing, Rey. Having Master Luke with us, it's an incredible asset. But it's not enough to save the galaxy, I'm afraid. War doesn't work like that. We need any resources we can gather, any allies we can find and that's what tonight is about. Not everyone is willing to fight just for a cause. With Lando's help, we can convince those people to join us."

"You mean buy them," she grunts, her eyes dark. Finn sighs.

"Yeah, I mean buy them," he agrees, surprising her.

Silence falls upon them then, though it's not uncomfortable by any means. They clicked immediately after meeting each other, but when Finn found out about his Force-sensitivity, they became even closer. Formed a bond of sorts. Rey appreciates it more than she lets on, relishing in the fact that she actually has people she can call friends now.

She ponders on his words. Rey knows that her knowledge of the galaxy is still limited — she's constantly learning, going into the library straight from the Force training session to study old datapads, but there's just so much of it. So much knowledge she didn't even know existed. Sometimes, she catches herself thinking that things were much easier when she was still on Jakku and her only worry was finding enough parts to get a portion from Unkar Plutt. No need to know how the Republic fell more than once, the Clone Wars, the destruction of the Jedi Order. None of it mattered.

Of course, she knows now that's not true. And while sometimes she sneaks out from her study to watch the sky instead of reading the boring datapads, letting the Force wrap around her, Rey knows that this is where she belongs. Alongside Finn and Master Luke, and the Resistance.

Although the politics part of it all isn't really her forte. No, she prefers to stab things with her lightsaber rather than dabble in that art.

"Well then," Finn speaks up, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Will you please come to the banquet, so I won't have to be the only soon-to-be-Jedi there?"

Rey doesn't even try to fight the grin that spreads on her lips, but still, she pretends to think over his offer. In all truth, they both know that she will come — from the moment that Finn appeared in her room, she was on the loser's position.

"I really don't know..."

"Oh, come on. Rose will be there," he says, waggling his eyebrows and Rey almost chokes. She really hopes that the warmth on her face isn't showing up as an awful blush but judging by Finn's amused expression, that is not the case.

"What— what do you mean?", she finally sputters. Finn remains unimpressed, giving her a look that says You-Are-So-Not-Fooling-Me. Rey glances sideways, unable to handle his knowing gaze.

She hasn't really talked much to Rose since the Battle of Crait. Oh, she wanted to, Force knows she did but so far, something has been stopping her. Whenever Rey stumbled upon her in the corridors — which, thankfully, wasn't often since they arrived on Cloud City — she was reduced to a stuttering mess, trying to patch up a sentence. How was she supposed to talk to her, after all? Casually throw in that she has been having visions of her while making small talk? That would surely scare her off. Rey knows herself that the visions on Rose she had back on Ahch-to while comforting, scare her, for she has no idea what they mean. Or why would she be even having them in the first place. Or why didn't Rose join Master Luke in the trainings if she was his former student.

Once they met, the visions stopped. Rey welcomed that with both relief and disappointment, but at least it made things less awkward whenever she met Rose. Not that it wasn't awkward, because it still was, and on the top of it all, Rose seemed to enjoy teasing Rey. It was a never-ending circle of torture.

For the first time in her life, Rey had absolutely no idea what to do.

"Come on, Rey. It's been weeks. You've gotta talk to her!" Finn says, forcing her to look at him.

"But—"

"Nope. No buts. Look, you've been mooning over Rose since Crait and you had kriffin' Force visions about her, that has to mean something! If you won't talk to her, I will."

Fear floods Rey's body as she stares at him with mouth wide open.

"You wouldn't!"

Finn rolls his eyes. "Of course not, dummy. But you really do have to talk to her, you know." His gaze softens and he smiles at her. She nervously returns the gesture.

"Alright, alright. I'll come. But," she cuts in just as a satisfied grin spreads on his face, "I make no promises when it comes to Rose."

Finn sighs, standing up. "Well, that's half a victory, I suppose. Please try to seek her out, at least. You might be surprised at what she has to say to you."

Before she has any chance to ask what he meant by that, Finn is already out of the room, the door closing with a swoosh behind him. For a second, she sits on the couch completely at loss for what to do. Then, slowly, determinedly, Rey stands up. After all, she did duel Kylo Ren — not one, but twice — and managed to survive. Surely a banquet with a girl from her visions can't be worse than that.

Even if she has no idea what kind of outfit Leia and Lando have prepared for her.

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