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srorgana1 · 8 months

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Into The Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Thirty Seven

“Kylo Ren everybody!” Sykes yells to the crowd as he finishes the guitar solo. The crowd screams in response, excited to see him and Sykes on stage together for once. He smiles and salutes the crowd as he shifts into the chorus. He harmonizes before letting out a growl as Sykes goes for a fry scream. This was an exciting challenge, hopping in ad lib into Horizons’ set. He will have to talk to him after to see if he can do this again.

The song ends and holds his Fender up as the lights dim. The crowd roars. “Thanks man” Sykes says, fist bumping him as they both leave the stage. “No need to thank me, it was fun” Kylo says, handing off his guitar for later.

“They all getting along now?” he asks, fixing his headphone cords. Kylo shrugs as he removes his. “They will survive” he says. He can see him nod silently. “Go kick ass man, I’ll see you later” he says smiling at his friend. Sykes returns his smile as he finishes his water, jogging back towards the stage.

He sighs, pushing his sweaty hair back. He owed him a favor for helping him defuse the Vic/Kurak situation last week. Vic had found out about Rae through a random group chat and they had unfortunately walked into Vic screaming at Kurak. He had pulled Vic away while Sykes removed Kurak as the two men continued to yell at each other.

“Did you fucking know about this?!” Vic yelled as Kylo shut the door. “I did” he sighed “I didn’t say anything because Y/N asked me not to until Rae spoke with Kurak.” Vic ran his hands through his hair, exasperated. “And did she?!” he growls. “I think so, but I cannot confirm that” Kylo says, trying to remain neutral.

“How are you so calm about this? You know what that fucking asshole has been up to? He has been fucking his way across the North America, while Rae has been dealing with this?” Vic says, shaking his head. “I was angry when I first found out too Vic. I wanted to wring his neck and tell him to man the fuck up. But I didn’t want to add any more drama to the situation” he says, leaning on the bunk post.

“Jesus fucking Christ” Vic mumbles. “I know this all is not ideal but shit happens” Kylo says “they will figure it out one way or another. Rae has support back there with Y/N and Cassian. However this plays out, she will be okay” he says, stuffing his hands into hid pockets as Vic struggles to control his rage.

He sighs and walks over, patting Vic’s shoulder. He turns and exits, giving him some space to cool down. Tension was common on tour, often brought on by extended proximity in cramped quarters. But this kind was toxic. This was the type that broke up bands. He rubs his hand across his jaw, hopeful that Vic and Kurak can get over this for the sake of the tour.

Shaking the less then found memory away, he heads to their dressing room. Turning the corner, he sees Baze and a couple of other security guards struggling with a group of fans. Two girls freeze and stare at him. Fuck. He picked up the pace, but they were too quick as they ducked under Baze’s arm. His back hits the wall as they approach. “Oh, my fucking God!” one screams, latching onto him.

Their grubby hands roam his upper body as he tries to extract himself from their touch. He grabs at a hand, giving them a stern look as a couple of Baze’s guys take them by the shoulders. “Don’t you ever do that again to anyone, do you understand” he growls, pushing their hands off him. Their eyes widen in shock as they are hulled away. He turns and keeps walking, frustration and anger simmering in his veins.

It enrages him when fans do this shit. He is more than willing to do meet and greets and do all the shit associated with the job but he did not go into this to be assaulted. He enters their dressing room, slamming the door behind him. Hux looks up from his phone, cocking an eyebrow.

Kylo lets out a frustrated growl as he paces. “You ok?” he says. “No, I’m not fucking okay Hux! I just got fucking assaulted in the hallway!” Kylo yells, clinching his fists. “Oh fuck” Hux exclaims, jumping to his feet.

“Yeah, Baze and the others had their hands full and two got past” he says, grabbing a bottle of water. He looks around, his mind finally clear enough to process anything but his anger. There’s no one else in here and he can hear their intro music starting up. “FUCK!” he roars, rushing out of the room. Today has been a fucking mess, he thinks as he heads down the hallway to meet up with the group.

He turns another corner to find only the stagehands standing there with his gear. He can see the guys in position waiting on him. He growls to himself as he gets hooked up. Gripping his guitar, he rushes up the steps and to his spot. Vic eyes him as the intro ends.

He hits his riff, but it doesn’t sound right to him. He has epic feedback in his headphones, grating at his ears. This is why he always checks it before going on, but he didn’t have time to. He struggles through the song, signaling for help as the song ends. He nods at Vic and Kurak giving them notice. They nod back as they start into Make Believe without him.

The sound tech struggled with the sound pack as he twitched with frustration. “Fuck it” he hears the tech mutter, taking the pack away. He comes back with a new one and a cord. “I don’t have any more wireless ones. I have this one, but you’ll be hooked in” he says eyes wide.

Fuck. It’s been years since he’s played hooked up. It’s restrictive, only able to roam only a couple of feet. He’s used to being able to float around on stage, adding to the energy of the show. But it's his only option, and the show is moving on without him.

He grabs the pack, throwing in the headphones. The tech attaches the cords to his guitar, giving him space to taste it out. He hits a few chords and it’s better. Not perfect but hell of a lot better than before. “Thanks man” Kylo grumbles as he walks closer to the stage. The tech nods as he hooks Kylo into the amp. He will have to remember to find this guy afterwards and apologize.

The crowd cheers as the lights dim as Usher starts his solo. It’s not their normal time to break but he has a feeling on why. He watches them file back, grabbing water and switching out instruments. Vic approaches him. “You okay Ky? What happened?” he says, draining a bottle.

“Stupid shit” he growls, still fiddling with the guitar. “It happens bro, not every show is perfect, is it working now?” Vic says, tipping his water bottle to his pack. “Yeah, but it’s wired” he says, fixing his guitar strap. “Fuck. Okay I’ll come to you then” Vic says, slapping his shoulder.

He nods as he joins his mates on stage. The energy from the crowd is palpable. He wishes he could’ve done his pre-show ritual because instead of calming him, the energy is grating on him. He scowls, frustrated with himself as he hits the opening notes to Miracle. This was normally his favorite part of the show but today, today all he felt was anger.

He continues to play the set as his mind swirls. He hasn’t been this angry in a while. He forgot how encompassing it was, how out of control it made him feel. He hasn’t felt this way honestly since before you. He looks up at the crowd, faking a smile as he goes through the motions.

Vic comes up next to him, playing up the crowd but he feels none of it. He just wants to get through this and leave as quickly as possible for his hotel room. He hopes Hux will grant him a night off from the fans. He fucking deserved it.

They break again with three songs left in the set. He rolls his eyes as Kurak bitches about ripping his favorite pants. He switches out to another guitar and checks it. He hears nothing. He tries again and all he hears is interference.

Fucking hell. He rips out a headphone and unplugs the guitar from the pack. The guitar is fine. Perfectly tuned, just isn’t coming though. He slammed down the pack was a growl. “What’s wrong?” the tech says, cheeks flushed. “It won’t work!” he yells, gripping his hair.

The tech pales and stammers as he watches Kylo pace. He is so fucking over tonight. He sees Hux walk up from the back. “Kylo, you okay?” he asks. “No. No I’m fucking not Hux” he snarled. He doesn’t know Vic and Ushar have joined them. “He’s been having issues all day and now the patch up has crapped out” Vic says. Hux nods as he sends a quick message as the tech takes the equipment away.

“Okay, this is what we are going to do. Lee from Horizons said he would finish the set for you. He’s still is hooked up since they were doing an Instagram thing” Hux says, rubbing his jaw. Kylo growls under his breath. Makes sense on why they didn’t have any more wireless packs left. He can’t be mad at them for doing their shit but it still didn’t help his shitty fucking day.

“Sure, whatever” he says, handing off his Fender. He pushes past them all and heads to the dressing room. Turning the corner, he sees Lee fixing his headphones. “Thanks man” Kylo says, giving him a wave. “No worries man. Shit happens” he says shrugging as he keeps walking. While Lee wasn’t the most outgoing guy, he made up for it with talent and a quiet sense of humor. If there was anyone who could fill in for Kylo in pinch, Lee could.

He hears the crowd roar as the music starts again. He slumps onto the couch and takes a breath. Grabbing his phone out of his pocket, he hits your contact. It goes straight to voicemail. He sighs but listens to your sweet voice before hanging up.

He clicks back to your texts and sends a voice message, his heart already beating a bit slower. Hey baby girl, call me when you get this. This show was fucking shit and I’m just frustrated. Love you. Hitting send, he stares at the ceiling, trying to calm and center himself.

His phone buzzes on his lap. Opening his eyes, he sees Sykes has texted him. Sorry you had a shit night. I just heard from my pal Shawn of a killer after party he’s hosting tonight. You all should come.

Blowing out a breath, he sits up. He knows his mates would jump at the chance for something like this. They have only been to a couple on this tour and he can tell they need a good night out and to blow off some steam. Texting an ok to Sykes, he switches to your pictures. Your beautiful face looks back at him in the early morning light.

He missed you so much. He rubs his lips, wishing you could kiss away the angry poison in his veins. He hears Lee trill out the end to The Art of Suicide over the booms of the pyrotechnics. He will do his obligations and then go tonight, have one drink and leave so he can call you and he can feel whole again.

#adam driver #kylo ren #knights of ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren au #rockstar! kylo ren #star wars au #kylo x y/n #kylo fanfic #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren fanfic #rockstar au

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bananakarenina · 9 months

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17 and Fleggie??

every time we lie awake

flynn taylor has never had a normal-person sleep schedule, and her schedule as a dj doesn't really help matters. weddings, parties, clubs; she's all work and no play and sleeps in the middle of the day because that's the grind, baby.

so she's always up late, and there's this guy--well, she assumes it's a guy; his tumblr username is nerfherderhero and she's pretty sure she's seen some posts referencing his pronouns--who seems to have the same late-night schedule she does; he's always reblogging funny dog videos on her dash at just the right time and adding amazing tags to star wars posts (she still hasn't stopped laughing about him calling kylo ren "evil emo mayonnaise")

they have this funny little tumblr mutual relationship--the thing is, they have so much in common; he's always posting cool music for her to explore (she adds a LOT to her playlists, it's awesome) and he reblogs every artistic photo of food she uploads. (she has a whole series of ironic portraits of the stuff she orders from in-n-out; it's pretty hilarious if she does say so herself.)

they chat through tags. nerfherder is so off-the-wall funny; he says the most random things and flynn fucking loves it. he also has excellent taste in music.

julie starts giving her A Look whenever flynn mentions "my tumblr friend".

whatever! flynn is allowed to have friends she doesn't like. Know Personally. that's what the internet is for!

except there comes a two-week stretch where nerfherderhero kind of goes quiet. flynn even checks to make sure he didn't change his username but that's not it--he's just. not posting at the moment. no queue, no reblogs. her artistically-arranged chili dog photo goes un-noticed.

it's fine. flynn is Fine About It. he's probably just busy!

it's just rough because julie is also away, on tour with her new band--she met this group of dudes at college and has been spending all of her time writing songs with the guitarist (writing songs. suuuure, says flynn, and julie sticks her tongue out on their facetime call.)

flynn taylor has never been a coward, though (well, much of a coward) so she takes that terrifying internet friend plunge and pulls up a direct message.

hey--this is awkward but uh. hi! i just i just noticed that you're not around as much anymore which is totally your right obviously good for you for digitally detoxing lol i just--i miss you

she doesn't add the exclamation point even though it would make her seem more unaffected.

because the thing is: she's affected.

carrie laughs at her when she brings it up at brunch. it's not actually a mean laugh, despite it being carrie.

"only you would manage to crush on someone you don't even talk to," she says, sipping her passionfruit mimosa.

"better than when i had a crush on you," flynn retorts, but carrie just laughs again.

it all comes to a head when she facetimes julie late one night after a dj gig. she's wired, and there are no posts from Han Solo (which is unfortunately what flynn is now calling him in her head), and she just wants to mope with her best friend.

"oh, god, not you too," julie says. "reggie's all whiny because he broke his phone and we're in the middle of nowhere right now, so there aren't many places to go to fix it or get a new one. he's miserable. he keeps asking to borrow our phones to log into tumblr, of all things. something about his friend rapunzel."

"what."

flynn's username is remixingrapunzel bc she's flynn and she's a dj and also her braids are really long.

"yeah, he's like totally obsessed with her. them? i'm...not actually sure."

"her."

and julie's forehead wrinkles on her phone screen.

"how do you know?"

"um."

and the whole thing comes spilling out. han solo, funny captions on her in-n-out fries, the humiliating "i miss you" message that was never returned.

julie's eyes just keep getting wider.

"hang on," she says, and turns to yell over her shoulder. "reggie!"

there's a scuffle and julie hissing "come ON" and a long sigh, and then, sitting with julie, is the cutest boy flynn has ever seen in her actual life. he's got dark hair and nice freckles and right now he seems kind of sad, but oh my god, he's so so cute.

she can't help herself.

"nerfherder?" she says, tentatively.

his eyes lighten and it almost makes up for the last two weeks of misery.

"rapunzel," he breathes, and flynn has a feeling there are even more late nights in her future.

she's more than fine with that.

#at first this was going to be a you've got mail au #like rival musicians #dj v live band #but then it turned into chatfic #and specifically tumblr fic lol #how #flynn x reggie #julie and carrie do not know flynn's tumblr name because what happens on tumblr stays on tumblr #some things are private hahahahaha #also remember when these were supposed to be me just telling you what the story was about? LMAO

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ignitesthestxrs · 8 months

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fuck yeah I'll come talk to you! my goodness. I've long been hesitant to send asks to blogs I don't know or consider popular.

I followed you for your pjo writing, so I was very surprised to find out that your url is from matthew stover's ROTS novelisation. two-ish years ago I watched star wars for the first time and fell in love with the prequels, it is probably still the fandom I most interact with on here.

I notice most (all?) of your star wars fics on ao3 are sequel things. I haven't seen the sequels yet because of general negative internet sentiment towards them. although this is bad logic because the internet feels negatively about a lot of great things, including ("great" is subjective I suppose) the prequels.

as someone who still mainly associates you with pjo, I guess I'm just curious about you and star wars in general. did you watch the movies when they first came out? or did you, like me, discover them later? and would you care to make a case for watching the sequels?

and as an aside - how do you feel about anon asks. do you prefer when people are non-anon?

truly genuinely i dont think i've ever met a person on this website, Popular Online or not, who has been upset about receiving genuine asks. LIKE as someone who prefers to be approached rather than to approach people i very understand the reticence to make contact, but if you ever have hesitance because your brain is like 'ooooh they aren't gonna want to talk to meeeeeee' i really truly think you can let that one go. esp because anon is an option - the worst thing that happens is that someone doesn't respond, which is also not personal and is usually related to brain death on the part of the person receiving the ask

BASICALLY i really think that most people making themselves available on the social media want to use the media to be social - if they didn't, they'd close their ask box.

MAN okok i love to talk about a personal fandom history LOL star wars is a weird one for me! i came into the fandom extremely sideways - while it turns out i had watched at least one of the prequels in theatres as a child, i had somehow wiped all memory of them from my mind, leaving only a residual obsession with padme amidala's lipstick lingering in my hindbrain

so my first Real Encounter with star wars as a fan concept was via Livejournal Role Play lolol, the premise of which is that you would roleplay as characters either in an AU setting, or an isekai-your-character-was-captured-from-their-home-world-somehow setting. so i was playing sakura from naruto in a harry potter/final fantasy fusion AU (there's a fun sentence) when someone joined the game with Jaina Solo from the star wars extended universe, and i just thought the character and player were the fucking coolest?

so that's how i ended up learning about like, the post-original Star Wars trilogy EU books first LMAO and then eventually i watched the original trilogy and re-watched the prequel trilogy (this was back in 2009/10 so sequel series were not on the horizon at all). i rp'd a bunch of star wars characters in a bunch of games (most notably middle aged Leia from the later EU books and a man called Kyp Durron who i refuse to believe was not the template and inspiration for kylo ren), and also played the Knights of the Old Republic games, and eventually helped create and moderate an rp based on those games. so my first star wars creative endeavors were very rp based, and kotor based, and any fic i was writing at the time was like, kyp durron and alyss from a ya novel adaptation of alice in wonderland are falling in love in the harry potter/final fantasy fusion setting where we also included pokemon so kyp has a shuckle for a pet because jaina gifted it to him as a gag. all that fic is littered around the internet - lj accounts and dreamwidth accounts and defunct aim group chats, where you'd write stuff for like the three people who were into your extremely, impossible to replicate cross canon ship instead of doing your stats homework, it was heady shit.

the username came about after i decided to abandon my old internet handle/identity of 'feilyn' lolol. basically i made up 'feilyn' as a name for myself when i was like 15 and used it everywhere, which resulted in most online friends i made at the time calling me 'fei', which in turn got cuteified into 'feibean', which is what i originally called this blog right up until someone sent me an ask going 'hey feibean' and i went oh NO i HATE that, and decided that i needed a username that was like, Poetic and Pretty

the funniest part to me is that i hadn't actually read the stover novelisation at that time? i just knew about the passage it came from because a friend had quoted it at me before and i was like oh that's Beautiful. so i did probably the most pretentious thing in the process of making a pretentious internet handle, which was to refer to a thing i hadn't actually read (i have since read the novelisation LOL and highly recommend it to anyone into star wars i general, but especially if you feel the prequels had Great Themes and Poor Execution - the book does a much better job at the execution part)

SO by the time the sequel movies were announced i had been into star wars for like, 5, 6 years? and it had been a staple part of not only my creative life but also my social and romantic life, so i was primed to be fucking obsessed. at that point i wasn't journal rping anymore, and most of my creative energy was split between fic (pjo and grisha at the time) and trying to make my original book idea work (it did not), and i had gotten into the groove of Writing Fic For An Audience.

and then the first sequel movie came out and i fucking loved it! like sure it was a little derivative, but it had so much of what i loved about star wars in it, and it especially helped that kylo ren really did seem like a kyp durron expy, and i was right in the middle of my weird heterosexual lesbianism phase where all i wanted to write was Overpowered Man Gets Stepped On By Brunette Teenager He Underestimated so reylo hit me like a fucking freight train.

i think in the first month after that movie came out i wrote like, 21 fics in he space of a month. i went to my first ever music festival and was just lying in the tent writing fic on the budget smart phone i had bought so my actual phone didn't get stolen. it was SUCH a flurry of creative energy for me, because star wars before that point had been not a dead fandom, but certainly not a fandom that had a lot of Fic-Centric Life in the spaces i was in, and the movie brought so much new blood and voices and interest and readers to the canon. so if i told people i felt like writing x thing and asked for prompts, i'd get like 10 or 12 requests at a time - more than i could fulfill, certainly, but also so many that it really fed the fire of my interest and determination to Provide Content

and then, you know, the Drama and the Discourse and the weird creation of shipping as identity where people became A Reylo instead of shipping reylo, and this formation of Antis as a thing, and on and on until fandom in general becomes this place of adversarial combat that is supposed to reflect on your ethics and moral as a person and Oh Man i do remember being exhausted by all of these arguments at the time (and now tbh, but these days i am not actively participating in them). eventually i dropped out of star wars as a fandom from like, creative and discourse burnout i think, and also my relationships with the friends i shared the fandom with were changing, and i was also changing as a person and then TROS came out and was really a death knell to any joy i'd gotten out of the fandom or canon from that point.

as for a case for watching the sequels - i think if you can watch them without needing them to Be Anything In Particular, you can have a good time with them. like, for example, i think TROS was an objectively bad fucking movie, but i had a lot of fun when i watched it because i went it with a baseline of curiosity about how or if abrams could pull this off, and the answer was 'by trying to split every fandom argument of the last 4 years down the exact middle' and 'no, he can't pull it off'. that shit isn't a movie, it's a video response to every star wars trending topic between 2015-2019. and at the time of viewing, this was very fucking funny to me. i had a ball.

SO if you can watch them with the contextual understanding of like, these are massive corporate enterprises created by committee, with different people at the helm of different movies who had very different understandings on what the point of this trilogy was, i genuinely think they can be a good time. there's pew pew lasers, there are some real affecting moments, and there is a lot of bewildered amusement to be had at nature of attempting to create Billion Dollar Art.

if you are looking for a story that is going to leave you feeling fulfilled and as though the creators had consideration and respect for either their viewers, their actors, or the story they were telling, then give them a pass. like i really really think there is a lot of fun and interest to be had in watching the sequels for both 'here is a space fantasy laser fun time' reasons and 'what does art look like when it's primary purpose is to create obscene amounts of wealth based off the nostalgia of nerds but also the concept of modernising a franchise for the 21st century' reasons, and these are both big reasons why i engage in any kind of media LOL

but i also understand the special place star wars holds in a lot of people's hearts, and not wanting to engage in material thatg feels like it has sucked a lot of the joy out of that special place is always legit. so like, if you are intrigued, give them a shot, and if you find yourself hating the experience then stop watching. trust ur heart babe

FINALLY i have no strong opinion on whether people are anon or signed in! it's all about your comfort level truly, i do not put emphasis on one mode or another. sometimes people will send me something signed in and ask me to respond privately, which i am always happy to do, and sometimes people will send messages anon, but identify themselves as like 'oh im the anon who asked about sunflowers, i'm sunflower anon'. SO YEAH whatever combination of identifiers is personally comfortable for the person sending the ask is how i prefer people to communicate.

THANK U for ur ask clearly i love to Talk & Engage and i appreciate u giving me the opportunity <3 <3

#hannah answers asks #hag history

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izzythehutt · 4 months

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Ranting in the group chat about how the Abrams supposed plan for Kylo Ren's character arc to go from "sort of evil" to "even more evil" violates extremely basic storytelling rules and wondering what is sadder, Abrams coming up with it or Driver thinking it was good

#i have some major skepticism of this whole narrative at all #star wars #kylo ren #because i'm not convinced the powers that be were THAT asinine #but maybe they were #i would have more respect for driver saying he did it for the paycheck tbh

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ao3feed-gingerpilot · 27 days

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Online Dating

Online Dating by AvengerKat Words: 267, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Gingerpilot Week 2022 Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Armitage Hux, Poe Dameron, Kylo Ren Relationships: Poe Dameron/Armitage Hux Additional Tags: Group chat, Spy Armitage Hux, Bad Flirting, Ambiguous/Open Ending

#ao3feed #fanfic #GingerPilot #Star Wars #Poe x Hux

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theultimatefandomnerd · 9 months

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Looking for a partner that wants to rp long-term! Must be active! I'm EST timezone so please also keep that in mind, I can roleplay lit-novella (can go over the discord limit). I love OOC talk but it's not a requirement. Some of the plots can be turned into omegaverse, when you send me a chat request please tell me which plot(s) you would like to do, if you want it omegaverse go ahead and say that as well. Discord: amberrayne2020

Fandom

Zack Foster x OC (AOD): Stuck in a new hell zack finds himself having to figure out a way to keep himself alive, it goes all to well until the past creeps up. An old "friend" coming back from the dead, they quickly have to figure out how to work together and get out, but even then what will happen?

Kylo ren x OC : A new Knight was not in Kylo's plans, nor was it to teach them the ways of the dark side, but here he was. With spending every waking moment with the new Knight Kylo starts to slowly form a bond he is trying hard to push away. it was never meant to get that far, between the growing feelings for the knight and Rey Kylo is now stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Fenris x OC: A new member joins Hawks group, causing a rift between the group. Slowly Fenris starts to slowly learn the new member isn't that bad and feelings start to form, when in a life-and-death battle it all comes to a head, only for everyone to be fine. What is Fenris going to do now?

Bakugo x Oc: Bakugo is now the number 2 hero, being interviewed he realizes an old classmate he bullied is the one in charge, slowly after he tries to say sorry leading to a one-night stand, now he needs to figure out if he wants it to be a romance or play along.

OCxOC

Best friend troubles- two best friends find themself in college, it was all going fine until jealousy takes over, from just the flirting or one-night stands the friends slowly find themself at a crossroads. Admit feelings or end the friendship

Mafia's secret- When the head of the Mafia dies suddenly it is up to is stoic and insane son to take over, family secrets start to come out leaving the new boss in a state of shock (Dark Romance)

The Dragons den- Dragons have taken over and the only human villages left are ordered to send their sacrifice over to the king, whoever wins the cold dragon's heart will become queen/king, or die trying. (Dark Romance)

Hey! Thanks for your interest I’m really only hunting for what was in MY post. I crafted it really carefully to make sure I got the right people for each role. Please respect this ☺️

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ao3feed--reylo · 11 months

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The Gay Awakens

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3G9k0zS

by ReyAndor19

Poe has started a chat room

Poe invited People Who Text Too Much

Poe: Welcome to the gay group chat

In which Poe discovers pride month and makes the mistake of trying to introduce everyone else by making a giant group chat.

Words: 910, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Poe Dameron, Rey (Star Wars), Jannah (Star Wars), Phasma (Star Wars), Rose Tico, Zorii Bliss, Kaydel Ko Connix, Finn (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Jayelle (Star Wars), Vi Moradi

Relationships: Poe Dameron/Finn, Zorii Bliss/Kaydel Ko Connix, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Jannah & Jayelle (Star Wars)

Additional Tags: Chatting & Messaging, chatfic, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Not Canon Compliant - Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, It’s set post-TROS but also TROS did not happen, we’re just…largely ignoring it, Pride Month Project, Past Zorii Bliss/Poe Dameron, As in they were both covering for each other while closeted, Gay Poe Dameron, Post-Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, except leia leia’s dead, sorry bout that, Asexual Jannah (Star Wars), Asexual Phasma (Star Wars), Bisexual Rey (Star Wars), Demisexual Ben Solo, Author-typical chaos, Lesbians in Space, Chaos, also in space, Tags May Change

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3G9k0zS

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequel Trilogy #Reylo #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #AO3 #ne

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pavvo20 · 2 years

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The Spark - Chapter 8: The Droid We're Looking For - Poe Dameron/OC

Pairing: Poe Dameron x OC

Summary: When her childhood best friend recruits her during an undercover mission for the Resistance, Captain Kara Embers embraces her family legacy and joins the fight against the First Order. As the secrets of her past come to light, Kara never expects to be training with her mom’s best friend, flying her father’s ship, and falling in love with the Yavin-4 boy who always said he’d be the galaxy’s best pilot.

A/N: Kylo Ren enters the chat..

Warnings: violence, language, sarcasm, moodiness, whump, fluff, kissing, ya know.. all that stuff. We're gonna add a little death to this one too.

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Word Count - 6.8K

“They’ve known our location for a while, thanks to Pierce, so we don’t have a lot of time.” Lieutenant Kaydel Connix stated, shifting the star maps on the holotable in front of them. “We will have to start evacuations tonight if we have any chance of getting everyone out.”

“I don’t think it has to move that fast.” Snap countered, “We just destroyed their weapon, you really think they are that ready to retaliate?”

“It’s like you are forgetting that they also just murdered our general.” She snapped, glaring through the projections at the pilot. They’d been talking about different strategies for about ten minutes before the rest of the leadership team started streaming in. The emergency briefing had been called late to begin with, upon receiving intel from an informant on Coruscant that the First Order was preparing to launch a strike on their base and was looking for weapons.

Snap and Connix happened to both be in the command center working on a supply map when their bickering had started. The two had been out on a handful dates, even slept together a few times, but things had never gotten serious. It didn’t help that Snap claimed she was a little too high maintenance for him at the bar one night and it had gotten back to her. They’d been like oil and water ever since.

“Watch yourself, Lieutenant.” He growled as a few other members of senior leadership had wandered into the room. Poe noticed them glaring at each other as he took his usual spot next to his squadmate, it didn’t take being Force-sensitive to feel the tension between them. Not that he was surprised.

“You should just take her out again.” He muttered under his breath, knowing Snap heard him as he caught his exaggerated eye roll. “Get it out of your system.”

“Pretty sure she’d laugh in my face.” The man replied, not taking his eyes off the blonde as she made small talk with Jess. “Plus, not all of us can solve our problems with sex.”

Poe raised an eyebrow at his roommate, “Geezus, who pissed in your bantha flakes this morning?”

“The First Order.”

Kara slipped into the room behind a few ground commanders, catching Poe’s eye as she took her place next to Kaydel and Jess. Her navy blue cowl was pulled over her head as she greeted her friends, feeling the eyes of the others falling on the silver hilt of the legendary weapon on her hip. It had only been half a day since she’d pulled it on Pierce, who was still a trusted member of the Resistance to a few members of the group. At least for a few more minutes.

Kara tried to not let the critical eyes bother her. It was only a matter of time before they also knew the truth. It was after spending a few hours fast asleep against Poe’s chest, she’d been paged to join Leia and Holdo for a formal interrogation of Alexander Pierce. It didn’t take him but a few minutes to confess to being a First Order operative, communicating regularly with Kylo Ren. Initially, The knight had promised to train him in the dark side of the Force in exchange for information on Skywalker. The mission changed when Ren had become more interested in Kara’s untapped power. So, he encouraged Alex to get close to her, in hopes of establishing a Force bond that would ultimately lure her to the First Order.

“You have to admit Embers, the night at the Galactic Senate was going well.” He stated, casting her a cocky glance from his position in the steel chair in front of them. His wrists were cuffed behind him, in a set of Force inhibiting binders attached to the back of his seat. General Organa and Vice Admiral Holdo didn’t think he had any abilities that were strong enough to get past Kara or even Leia herself, but they weren’t taking any chances.

Kara, leaning hard into the conversational interrogation techniques she’d learned in her special forces training, allowed a smile to creep across her face as she cocked an eyebrow in faux interest, “Enlighten me.”

“After we met with my parents, we made great conversation with several targets throughout the evening. You played your part better than I ever expected, it almost felt like you weren’t undercover.” He replied, his mind wandering back to the memory of his interrogator in a gorgeous navy blue gown. “We’d gone outside for a quick break, per your request, to get a little fresh air. You made a joke about how you felt like the entire room could see right through your disguise and I told you that I’d never been out with a woman as skilled in covert operations as you… which was true. Most covert operations missions I’d been on included a female informant who wasn’t a conversationalist, let alone combat trained. You were incredibly good at your job.”

She remembered the moment vividly, feeling the heat of her irritation starting to creep up her neck. Alex had chosen to leave out the part where he’d called her stunning and an ideal distraction. She shook her head as she caught on to his strategic omission, allowing him to continue. She knew exactly where he was going with this.

“You’d blushed and said that you were impressed with my skills as well. You had always seen me as just a trigger-happy flyboy. Then after a few minutes of you watching the city traffic, I asked you if you ever missed being more than the second best pilot in the Resistance…”

“And I told you sometimes.” She interjected. “And that was an honest answer, Alex. Still is.”

“Was the way you kissed me an honest reflection of your feelings at the time then too, Captain? Or were you just doing your job?” He countered, enjoying the look of surprise that had crossed the General and Vice Admiral’s features. Kara’s confident stare froze over in rage, yet somehow she maintained her poise. Pierce hadn’t anticipated her ability to keep her composure, especially given her current relationship. She also couldn’t confidently prove that she was maintaining her cover with the story he told. He saw her brow furrow as she let her gaze fall to the tattoo on her wrist.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” Kara smirked, seeing the confidence starting to fade from his fierce blue eyes. “This is where I’m supposed to lie right? Craft some beautiful tale on how I knew we were being watched and I kissed you to ensure we could finish the mission.”

“I’m sure that’s what you’d tell Dameron.”

“Honestly? I thought you were a good guy, Pierce. I kissed you because I was interested and attracted to you at the time. I’d had a rough few days with Poe before we left. He’d just been tortured by the First Order and was starting to show just how much it affected him. We had a blow out fight that morning, Leia can tell you.”

The general nodded, remembering the fight as a true sign of just how hard Poe had fallen for her but also as proof of how good Kara was for him.

He had grounded her from a supply mission over Jakku in fear that the First Order was planning an ambush to recapture him. Leia was sure Poe’d gotten his supposed intel from a nightmare he’d had a few days before, but let it go. It was his mission, therefore it was his call on who would accompany him.

To her surprise, Poe pulled Kara from the callsheet at that morning’s flight operations meeting. She wasted no time calling him out right afterward claiming that he’d overstepped, allowing his protective tendencies to get in the way of his professional judgment. Despite him telling her that he wasn’t changing his mind, she prepared for the mission anyway, only for him to pull rank on her in front of the others right before take-off. Leia remembered seeing her completely enraged, defiantly stepping to be nose to nose with him as he ordered she stay put or risk further punishment. Leia would never forget what she had read coming her lips from across the hanger: “I’ve never been impressed by your rank, Dameron. I almost married an admiral.”

Kara came to her directly only minutes later to accept the covert operation on the basis that Poe didn’t go with her. So, Leia called in Alex. He had been better suited anyway, but it also meant that Poe would get a little taste of his own medicine.

“I gave myself a pass that night. I also knew that you’d never say a word to Dameron.” Kara continued, “Hell, you had sent Surlinda to try and seduce him at the bar that night we were gone. She almost succeeded too.”

“How –”

“How do I know that? He told me.” Kara shifted her weight and crossed her arms over her chest, watching the anger boil in Pierce’s features again. “Poe admitted to giving into her advances, blinded by his jealousy and anger, only to stop her before they got back to his room.”

“So he knows…”

“Of course he knows, Alex. He’s just as good at keeping secrets as I am, if not better.” Kara subconsciously rolled Poe’s necklace in his fingers, “And if we’re still being honest with each other, I’ve been keeping him from shooting you for months.”

Pierce grunted as he strained against the cuffs one more time, a sadistic glimmer in his stare. “Yet, he wasn’t there to keep me from shooting you.”

That’s when she hit him. Kara’s fist connected with a crack as she snapped his nose and bruised the surrounding soft tissue. Blood poured down his face, staining his teeth as he sneered at her, barking countless insults as she backed up, wiping her knuckles on her dark pants. Leia rolled her eyes as Holdo radioed for a medic, she should have figured this would happen.

“Ren will destroy you.” He called, watching as Leia walked Kara to the door.

Kara turned to him one more time, most of her features clouded in darkness. “I’d love to see him try.”

The last thing she heard was Alex claiming her eyes had been glowing Sith yellow as she was dismissed.

Leia started the leadership briefing by flicking off the lights, skipping her usual greeting and cutting right to the chase: “Red Commander, Alexander Pierce, is a First Order spy who has relayed our location to Kylo Ren, meaning that we must prepare for an immediate evacuation of all personnel. The first of several transports will leave in a few hours, starting with medical.”

“General, back up.” Captain Kal Stone interjected, catching an icy glare from Leia as he rose from his seat. “Commander Pierce is a spy?”

“You heard me, Captain. Your commander is a First Order operative being held on several counts of treason.” Leia stated curtly, “Red squadron will be assisting in the evacuation of our support teams under your leadership as acting commander unless you are preparing to confess to similar crimes right here in front of everyone?”

Stone shook his head as he sat down.

“That’s what I thought.” Leia quipped, turning the star map in front of her to show their evacuation route, carefully explaining the waves of teams and when they’ll be leaving. It was with utmost importance that their most essential teams were sent off planet first, preserving them in case Ren and his forces decided to strike early.

“Black squadron. Commanders Dameron and Embers.” Poe and Kara both stood, Leia could see them both dying to ask if she misspoke but chose to ignore it. “You, your squadron, Finn, and Chewy are with me and Haldo. The rest of you are dismissed. Stay sharp and May the Force be with you.”

The room cleared quickly as Leia turned off the holotable and said something to her vice admiral before she and Lt. Connix left with Snap, Jess, Finn and Chewy. She turned to her young commanders, who now looked even more confused than they did just moments before.

“You can thank Han for your promotion, Kara.” Leia said, beating both of them to their most obvious question. “Black squadron is now you two, Captain Wexley, Jessika Pava, Kare Kun, Finn, and Chewy. We can figure out your additional technicians later. For now, you likely won’t need them till we fully establish a new base on Ajan Kloss.”

Kara blinked as she could see the gears turning in Poe’s head. He was already trying to figure out how much fire power that gave him in the event they were ambushed. The answer was a lot.

“Snap, Pava, and Kun will be on stand-by as you both, Finn and Chewy, are heading to collect a droid from Han’s shipping depot on Batuu.” Leia continued, handed them both locator beacons and a holocron. “Pierce mentioned that Ren was on his way to retrieve it, and we’ve got to beat him to it.”

“What about the evacuation?” Poe questioned.

“Don’t worry about us, we’ll get everyone out of the way before the First Order gets any other ideas. If Ren gets the droid, we are going to lose a lot more than the base.” She said, taking both their hands in hers. “Chewy knows where it is and what it looks like. Contact me when you have it.”

“And if we see Ren?” Leia closed her eyes as Kara’s question rang in her ears. There was a chance that her son was already ahead of them in the search for Han’s artifact, meaning she’d be sending both her kids into a trap that could cripple the Resistance. She chose not to think that way. Ren may know where to look, but there was a good chance that he didn’t know exactly what he was trying to find.

“I hope to Maker you don’t, but if you do… remind him of where he came from.” Leia smiled, seeing the hope surge in the eyes of the two warriors in front of her. “Now, go. The Falcon’s waiting.”

She collected them both in a tight hug before they headed for the hanger, “We’ll meet you in the stars. May the Force be strong with you both.”

Leia was overcome with worry and warmth as she saw the Falcon take off for the last time from the D’Qar tarmac. Their only hope of finding Luke and ending this wretched war going with it.

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They'd been cruising through hyperspace for a few hours when Poe finally got up out of the cockpit to stretch his legs. It had been a while since he’d been on a mission this far out, and thankfully he wasn’t cramped into the tiny cockpit of his x-wing.

At least he had that going for him.

He wandered into the main hold to see Finn and Kara curled up on the lounge seat, the sound of light snoring tickling his ears as he got closer. The former stormtrooper had Kara tucked against his shoulder, his head resting on top of hers while his arms pressed the dark leather of a flight jacket against her body like a blanket. Poe immediately noticed the jacket was his, the one that he’d tucked in the top of his duffle before they’d left. He assumed Kara had gone for it before settling in to look at facility blueprints and then he noticed BB-8 sitting dormant under the table and smiled.

The droid had likely brought it to her when he sensed her getting a chill. Always the gentleman.

Poe poured himself a cup of caf and slid on to the far side of the seat, launching the holomodel of Han’s storage facility. His eyes wandered through the digital warehouse, taking note of the meticulous care that the smuggler had taken to stay organized. Poe swore that the man had even accounted for the exact amount of dust that lay on the floor in each bay. Then again, attention to detail was something you got good at when the cost of losing a package was usually paid with your life.

Finn stirred slightly, opening his eyes to see the top of Kara’s head and the faint glow of the holo-model Poe had in front of him. He didn’t remember when he’d dozed off, but then again, he could barely remember when they’d taken off at this point.

“Don’t move too fast.” He heard Poe say just above a whisper, catching his gaze as he lifted his head up and inspected the warm body pressed against him. Kara was a lot closer than he remembered her being, but he was careful to not wake her as he shifted to sit up a little straighter. Poe smiled softly, only a little jealous of how calm she looked against his friend; “She hasn’t looked that peaceful since they had her in a coma.”

“Can’t say that surprises me, given the last few days.” Finn said with a sheepish smile, “She wasn’t this close when I passed out, I promise.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Poe assured him, “As long as she’s actually resting, she could curl up with Hux and I don’t know that I’d care.”

Both of them let their eyes flicker back to the model of the facility in front of them. Finn broke the temporary silence, “I wonder what’s on this droid.”

“It’s got to be important if Leia is sending us to go get it.” The pilot sighed, flicking the table off as he looked back at Finn. “She told Kara and I that Ren is after it.”

Finn’s eyes went wide, “Can’t say I’m ready to see him again.”

“Makes two of us.” Poe snorted, “Though I’m pretty sure we’re the least of his worries.”

Finn followed the other man’s gaze to Kara’s sleeping form, “They know each other?”

“We grew up together on Yavin. All 3 of us. Kara and I’s parents fought alongside Leia, Han, and Luke when the Resistance was known as the Rebellion. They were all stationed at the base there.” Poe explained, “He was Ben Solo to us, just like he was to Han.”

“Did he… remember you? Ya know when they captured you.”

“You could say that.” Finn could see Poe’s discomfort with the memory. “It didn’t stop him from ripping through my head anyway.”

“Just like it didn’t stop him last night.”

Poe simply nodded. “That’s what scares me the most.”

They landed on Batuu in the dead of night, nestling the Falcon in between a few rock formations to keep out of sight. While the outpost that shared land with Han’s depot was mostly made up of Resistance supporters, that didn’t stop the First Order from sending patrols of troopers through looking for well-known sympathizers.

Han had chosen the location to avoid the standard government regulations that came with running a shipping company. Plus, it allowed him to keep serving some of his most loyal clients, many of whom preferred to keep their wares out of the public eye. To Han, this wasn’t smuggling… at least not the same version of it he’d grown up mastering.

Chewy unlocked the gates to their facility and led Poe, Finn and Kara inside an office that connected to a much larger storage building. The place had only been deserted for about a week by the looks of it. There was still paperwork floating around Han’s desk and old caf grounds in the trash. The oldest thing there were pictures of Leia, Luke, Kes, and Chewy on the bulletin board, framing a calendar that clearly hadn’t been touched in a few months, despite its owner’s best intentions.

“Chewy, do you know where it is?” Kara asked, watching the wookiee shuffle through the top drawer of Han’s desk. “Do you need our help?”

Chewy produced a set of keys and plopped them into Kara’s hand before heading over to a site map on the wall. He pointed and growled out a few directions, stating that the hallway the droid was in apparently didn’t have tall enough ceilings for him to guide them through. They’d have to go to the storage unit on their own, but he would guard the gate, serving as their first line of defense if Ren really was on his way.

“Well, this is going to be interesting.” Finn murmured, pulling his blaster from its holster and fishing a flashlight out of his satchel. “Must be a big deal if it’s locked all the way down there.”

“Or it's been here since the Rebellion,” Kara said, running her finger along the pictures on Han’s bulletin board, stopping at one of her mother and Leia before looking back at Finn and Poe. “...for safekeeping.”

“Won’t know till we look.” Poe said, opening the door that led out into the larger warehouse’s hallway. “Better get moving.”

The three of them followed the long corridor down to a staircase that led them to a series of underground tunnels that were lined with secure storage units for things that would either never see the light of day again or were meant for very particular eyes only. Each one had a number and a letter emblazoned across their steel doors, identifying it to its owner and in the smuggler’s own inventory system. Otherwise, without breaking the locks or blowing the doors off their hinges, their secrets remained exactly that - a secret.

Poe and Finn’s flashlights were doing minimal to help them see beyond a few steps in front of them as they continued toward the unit Chewy had identified, which felt like it was getting further and further away from them as they continued down into the depths of the facility.

“What if this is a trap?” Finn asked, stepping next to Kara as she lit her saber, lighting more of the dark cavernous tunnel more effectively. “What if Ren’s already been here?”

“He would have completely ransacked the place. Troopers aren’t exactly neat.” She said, catching Finn nodding to himself, knowing she was right. “We’re close though. I can feel it.”

Poe felt it too. A faint force signature that he recognized from when he was a child. It was earthy, wise, and orderly like the general he was pretty sure it belonged to. The same general that had sat in the living room of his family’s ranch the night he learned his mom wasn’t coming home.

Kara’s saber lit the Jedi crest that had been sloppily carved into the steel of the door at the end of the tunnel as the pilot’s heart leapt into his throat. This wasn’t just any droid. It was THE droid. The one that BB-8 had only ever heard stories about.

He heard the click of the padlock as Kara twisted the key that Chewy had given her. Finn held her saber as she wrestled open the door. She took the blade back as she stepped cautiously inside, noticing that most of the expansive unit was empty, with the exception of a chest and something under a sheet.

Poe stayed firmly in the doorway as Kara pulled the sheet to reveal the legendary astromech droid that had been the main character of so many of their favorite Rebellion stories growing up.

The R2 unit that had belonged to Luke Skywalker.

“Maker… that thing has to be –” Finn had started, only to feel Poe brush by him, crouching in front of the droid like he did his BB unit, looking for any sign that it may still be functional.

“An absolute war hero.” He finished the other man’s sentence for him, his thumb running over the dusty but faintly lit power light on R2’s head. “He’s in a locked low-power setting, meaning he won’t move or function without an override.”

“So, what does that mean?” Finn quipped, seeing Kara smile as she watched Poe inspect the droid’s various ports and connections. They both vaguely remembered R2 from when they were kids, but had never been this close.

“He’s not going to power on for just anyone. We are going to have to move him manually, unless Chewy gave you the key or code we need to wake him up.”

“He would have if he had it.” Kara stated, “Guess we’ll just have to push him.”

“At least it’s a straight shot, we’ll do it in shifts.” Poe said, rolling the dormant droid out into the hallway. “I’ll go first, Kara, you light and lead the way. Finn, we’ll switch at the halfway point. Keep your blaster ready.”

It took them less time to get back to the office than it did for them to get to the droid in the first place as the trio practically jogged through the tunnel and Kara had lifted Artoo up the staircase using the Force. They crashed through the door a little too excitedly, hoping to find Chewy kicked back in Han’s chair staring at the live security footage, only to be met with a deafening silence and no wookiee.

Kara felt her blood run cold as Poe subconsciously stepped ahead of her, blaster drawn and pointed toward the outside door. She pushed the droid behind Han’s desk as Finn took his place next to Poe, his own blaster drawn and ready as she slipped the hilt of her saber into her hand.

“Could just be troopers.” Poe whispered, carefully analyzing each sound he heard over the thunderous pounding of his own heart. There were still no signs of Chewy.

“It’s never just troopers.” Finn snapped. “They don’t ever travel without—”

There was a roar and crackle of a lightsaber, its red blade severing the locked handle before the outside door was effortlessly ripped from its hinges.

Kylo Ren froze both men in place before they’d even gotten a shot off, focusing solely on the girl whom they’d made such a poor effort to protect. With a flick of his wrist, Kara watched as her friends were disarmed, paralyzed, and forced to watch helplessly from their knees as he strode between them.

Ren was pleasantly surprised to see that the girl was truly as beautiful as the pilot’s memories had originally shown him. Kara had not only grown into her once adorably awkward childhood features but the years she’d spent fighting and training through countless military missions had refined her into an alluringly fierce young woman. He stopped his advance just a step ahead of her incapacitated friends, noticing her green eyes piercing through his helmet like it wasn’t even there.

“This is quite the reunion.” Ren sneered, “Too bad our parents aren’t here to see it.”

Kara didn’t even blink. “I’m sure your father would’ve been thrilled, had you not murdered him.”

The knight disengaged his saber with a smug nod, clipping it back on his belt as he took another step toward her. Ren was impressed with her control. She’d always been a little bit of a hothead and given the animosity she was harboring under her icy stare, it was remarkable that she wasn’t already at his throat. “It’s been a pretty long time, Kara.”

The girl said nothing, her finger twitching over the ignitor of her saber. Her mind raced with ideas on how to get the upper hand, but none of them seemed to end without Ren killing two more people that she held close to her heart. And if she was being honest with herself, there was only one dead body that Kara was ok with bringing home at that moment, and it belonged to the man with all the leverage.

“After almost 20 years…you’d think I’d rate something higher than a fervent death wish.”

“Tends to happen when you senselessly destroy someone’s family while hiding behind a mask.”

Poe arrogantly smiled as he heard Kara’s tone go from firm to fiery. All three rebels watched as Ren reached up, released the airlock, and pulled his helmet off his head. The sinister man stepped behind Poe’s immobilized body to set the headpiece on an empty desk, sensing a significant spike in the girl’s anxiety.

“Better?”

“Not really.”

Kara saw another sick smirk cross Ben Solo’s face as he turned his attention to the Resistance commander at his feet. Poe was straining against his invisible bonds, trying like hell to leverage his newfound strength in the Force to break free on his own. It didn’t take much for Ren to quickly remember how much of a fight Poe had put up before he knew of his sensitivity. He was actually putting up an even more amicable fight now, but he didn’t need to know that. It would only boost his insufferable ego.

Kara’s saber burst to life as Ren’s gloved hand yanked the pilot’s head back by his hair, its hum muffling the pained yelp that had slipped out between Poe’s gritted teeth.

“How ‘bout now?” The dark man’s sneer lit Kara’s nerves on fire. “I can feel you both wishing I’d drop dead. Even the traitor is thinking that.” Finn’s eyes went wide with fear as Ren acknowledged his presence.

“Leave them out of this.” Kara spit, feeling Poe’s steely determination reverberate through their bond. He was already giving Ren a fight he hadn’t prepared for, weakening the man’s overall hold on him and Finn.

“Leave who? Dameron?” Ren cackled, igniting his own weapon just millimeters from the pilot’s throat and chest. “He got himself into this a long time ago, didn’t you Poe?”

Kara growled as the gloved hand in Poe’s curls jerked him again, her commander’s choked grunt sounding almost like an answer to Ren’s question.

“He was always so protective of you, Kara. Never let you explore your other options.” His jealous stare burned into her. For the first time, Kara swore she was seeing the Ben she’d once known, not the monster he’d become. “You never got the chance to see your true potential.”

“I’m not afraid of you anymore, Ben. And my true potential lies with the Resistance.”

“You sure about that?” The crimson blade crackled as it reignited. Its master rolled the hilt in his hand, tipping the laser edge into Poe’s shoulder. The move was deliberately slow, incinerating the flesh and tissue of its victim in the most excruciating way possible. Ren knew that the tortured sounds coming from Poe’s throat were already haunting her, just like he had been for decades.

Kara closed her eyes, trying in vain to get the screams out of her ears and the pain out of her chest. She had vowed that no one would ever intimidate her like Ben had when they were kids. Yet, here he was, torturing the man she loved in order to bully her into submission again. Her resolve was crumbling. Maybe she really wasn’t cut out for this.

Poe saw her memory of the night Ben had cornered her as his body flirted with the idea of blacking out. Without thinking, he reached out to her: Show him the girl his father raised.

Kara’s eyes flicked open, feeling Poe shoving the last of his strength toward her as Chewy’s battle cry echoed from outside. She swore she saw Han wink at her as he punched down a storm trooper, eerily glowing like he’d rolled in moon dust. Suddenly, his signature aura settled against her heart.

Ren wasn’t expecting the raw power that had emitted from the girl as she force-shoved Poe out of his grasp and into the defected trooper he’d been ignoring for the last several minutes. Much to his surprise, the move freed them both from his force-hold on them as they landed in a heap against the outside door frame. The young woman then turned her attention back to him. Kylo Ren had known that she was more than capable of keeping up with him, but had not anticipated her abilities to possibly surpass his own. The only other person that had been able to break his hold on anyone was Snoke.

Kara’s saber met his with an angry explosion of sparks and energy, a strike that would have killed him had he been caught off guard. Ren pushed her off and slashed down himself, missing her as she spun away from his counter. He could feel his own power surging as his rage bubbled within him. She’d used a trademark Skywalker dodge… one that had been taught to her by his own mother.

Ren followed her as she backed out into the large warehouse hallway. Each of their advances hissed and crackled in the rafters, amplified by the vastness of the steel building. Kara was agile and quick, striking and guarding herself well as he came at her again and again. She did her best to control her breathing, conserving her endurance for the daring escape she was sure that Poe was already planning. They’d need her to get past Ren’s forces to retrieve the Falcon.Typically, that was a mission that Poe and Finn were more than capable of executing themselves. But given that Ren had done everything but sever her pilot’s arm from his body, she wasn’t sure that he could even move the extremity, let alone shoot or steer with it.

She slammed down on Ren’s saber again, hearing him snarl as she nicked his arm with the tip of her blade. He slammed her into the wall under his own power, pressing her arms tight against her chest as she guarded her face with her saber. Ren muscled the blade closer and closer to her cheek as he locked eyes with her. She only held eye contact for a few seconds before crying out as she shoved him off her with the same power he’d felt her use to free her friends.

“You need someone that can show you just how strong you are.” Ren seethed, stalking toward her as he gathered himself up off the floor. “This petty bond you have with the pilot is a waste of your gift.”

“That’s rich coming from someone who is wasting his legacy on the pursuit of a galactic dictatorship.” Kara kicked him down this time, slashing his chest as he once again felt his body collide with the concrete floor. She was leaning into her emotions now, anger in the driver’s seat as she worked to maintain her current advantage.

Ren smirked at her as he rose again, “At least I have a legacy. Dameron has an inflated reputation.”

“I’m sure your family would beg to differ.” Kara swung, his free hand catching her wrist and holding her blade well above her head as he tried to throw her off balance. She grabbed at his own saber, pressing all that she had into keeping it down and away from her as she fought against his grip. Ren felt her bones crack under his fingers, her cry of pain filling his ears as he felt her boot collide with the back of his knees.

It all felt like it was happening in slow motion. Her saber fell into her least dominant hand as he collapsed, the blade severing the hilt of his own weapon as it slipped from his grip and clattered to the floor. Kara twisted away from him as he fell, avoiding getting pulled down with him, only to hear Ren’s cry of agony echo through the building as her saber seared across his cheek before he hit the ground.

He wouldn’t be down long. He never was. She had to run. Escape while she had the chance.

Ren used his last bit of strength to reach for her as she leaped over his crumpled form, sprinting toward the door they’d passed through in the heat of their duel. His fingers grazed the ankle of her boot before being snapped away by a blaster bolt meeting his bicep. That’s when Ren saw the insufferable pilot in the doorway as he struggled to push up from the floor, a trooper blaster tucked against his body as his injured arm hung limp at his side. Ren roared with rage. He should have killed Poe when he had the chance.

Kara and Poe didn’t stop running until they dove into the cargo hold of the Falcon, feeling the ship wobble as it closed, taking some blaster fire before heading into hyperspace. Kara wasn’t about to ask how they managed to best an entire battalion of troopers, move R2, and collect the Falcon while she was tangled up with Ren. She figured it was best to leave it up to her imagination… especially knowing that Poe had done almost all of it with only one good arm.

Poe.

She felt him on her in an instant, trying to collect her into his lap the best he could with his one good arm. She slowly leaned into the warmth of his chest before opening her eyes and taking his face in her hands. His deep brown stare softened immediately.

“Hey..” She murmured, hiding a wince as he leaned affectionately into her grasp, unaware that Ren had shattered her wrist.

“Hi.” Poe replied, softly smiling as his anxiety subsided. She was ok. Conscious. Alive. Holding him. Ok.

He watched her gaze fall on the angry red wound on his shoulder. The one he’d gotten from the crossguard on Ren’s saber. Her fingers brushed away the tattered fabric of his dark shirt, revealing the gaping severity of the injury. There wasn’t enough bacta gel in the galaxy to allow him to come back from this one in a day or two. Least he didn’t think so.

“It’ll be alright.” He deflected.

“Let me try and heal it.”

“Kara.”

“I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t showed up with a blaster. Now, shut up and let me thank you.” She snapped, easing her good hand over the wound and closing her eyes. She rested her forehead against Poe’s as she concentrated, pushing most of her remaining energy into mending his scorched flesh. The man relaxed as he felt the sneering pain subside, his sense of touch slowly returning to normal as he felt the tingle of his nerve endings and muscle fibers reconnecting to each other. After another minute, he felt Kara’s body slump against his, her face coming to hide in the crook of his neck.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He said, running his healed hand down her back as she fought to remain conscious. “We could have just let medical handle it.”

“They’ll need you…” She breathed, “to help on Ajan Kloss.”

“They will need you too, Stargirl.” He replied, “You are more than just a Jedi badass you know.”

Poe felt her smile against him, her eyes fluttering shut again, “Being a badass is exhausting.”

“You have several hours to recharge there, young padawan.” He teased, selfishly tickling her side just to get her to look at him again, only to see her grimace as she playfully pushed his hand away. Poe stopped as he caught the glint of his necklace peeking out of her tunic. Its chain was resting against a dark, blackening bruise on her collarbone. “Dammit Kara… I’m sorry.”

“It’s just a few bruises, Poe. It’s nothing.”

He onced her over, seeing each cut, bruise, and burn she’d collected. Most of them did look superficial, nothing that a little bacta wouldn’t fix, then his gaze fell on her deformed wrist.

“That’s broken.” He declared, his eyes met hers as he lightly pressed on the joint. Kara bit back a painful whine. “Very broken.”

“I fought through it, Poe. It’s fine.” She hissed defensively, pulling it back to her chest. “Medical can tend to it when we get back.”

“Would you just let me take care of you?” He sighed, cupping her cheek. “Please?”

“You already did.”

“That shot was pure fucking luck.” He whispered, closing his eyes and bringing his nose to nuzzle hers. “And I can’t use the force to fuse your bones back together… but I can make sure that doesn’t get any worse before we land.”

Kara kissed him softly, “What would I ever do without you, flyboy…”

He chuckled, brushing a loose hair from her face before helping her to her feet, “You’d spend less time in the medbay, that’s for sure.”

BB-8 came whirling into the room as if on cue, beeping and chirping excessively as he bumped into their shins. Poe crouched back down, rubbing the sides of BB’s bigger sphere affectionately as he tried to soothe the astromech. “Buddy, you gotta slow down...”

The little droid looked to Kara and then back to his master, repeating his last message just slower. Kara looked to Poe for translation. Of the few languages she did know, her binary still wasn’t the best.

“The evacuation was successful. We’re to find Leia as soon as we land.” He said, “She has a way to activate R2.”

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