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[motherofdogs1010]

A Jedi in Arrakis (Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: While on the run from Empire troops, Jedi padawan Y/N comes to find out that hyper-driving in a compromised craft can have some major setbacks when she discovers not only is on a new planet but a whole new galaxy as well...

Warnings: jedi!reader, eventual 18+, NSFW, angst, fluff, eventual smut/pinv!sex, oral sex, talks of questioning the Force and teachings, more to come as story progresses

A/N: Like Ahsoka, I left Reader to have white, which means they are neutral and I feel Anakin would have taught any other padawans to be neutral when it came to the Force. The type of lightsaber Reader has for any photo reference is the same type Darth Maul has!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Part II

She had e/c eyes that looked at him softly as she laid beside him; the white silk she wore over her body showing the curves she possessed as she reached a hand out and caressed his cheek.

"Paul", she softly said, her skin tanned and soft.

Her hair fell around her and framed her face as she blinked.

"Paul..."

Her voice lulled him before he heard a humming, a buzz of electricity coming to light before a white light took over, shielding him from her...

🪐

In a galaxy far, far away...

Hands gripping the steering wheel of her craft, Y/N looked at the controls to see if hyperdrive was even possible and saw that it was not yet as she dodged another Imperial craft shooting at her.

"BB, you better hold onto your metal butt", she called out to her robotic companion.

BB-1 was a BB prototype similar to the R2-D2 design with the little robot being circular and having a teal color scheme; she heard the little robot let out a squeak as it rolled to secure itself to something.

Y/N hadn't thought of the Empire being on Dantooine but she thought wrong; she had been sent there by her Jedi Master, Anakin while Ahsoka (her fellow padawan/classmate) was sent to assist in the Clone Wars on the field. This intel was supposed to be useful to the Rebellion against the Clone War and Y/N knew if she was captured, that could only result in terrible things.

"BB", she said as she dodged a meteor in their path. "Connect to the database and upload what we got then delete everything."

BB let out a little beep followed by a whirling noise before getting to the task as she saw the Storm Troopers still on their path.

It was an agonizing five minutes of waiting for BB to upload the data, hearing an excited beep from BB as she had just winced as their craft was hit with another beam from the Storm Trooper craft just as she saw that hyperdrive was possible as the system alerted her of all the damage.

"Alright, BB!" she said, looking over her shoulder. "Now really hold on to your metal butt! It's going to be bumpy!"

BB let out a whirl of noises just as she hit the button for hyperdrive...

Her head was pounding as heard BB's concerned noises before she heard the beeping of the ship and opening her eyes with a gasp and looking around, it all rushing back to her of the system failure during hyperdrive, her trying to navigate as they were descending fast onto an unknown planet.

"Hold on, BB", she said, "let me... let me grab my-"

She grasped at her side where her lightsaber was clipped as she un-clipped herself from her seat, standing up as she winced from the headache; BB came towards her and beeped, Y/N patted its round little head as she went to the door of the ship, hitting the button to open it but saw wouldn't budge.

With a sigh, Y/N went to where her supplies pouch was and making sure she had plenty of water and food before activating her lightstaber, its white energy glowing as she stuck it into the metal of the door, doing her best of welding it open.

And with success she did as she managed to budge the door open to show a endless desert with hot air that hit her in the face; it reminded her of Tatooine with its similar landscape except she would say Tatooine had more rocky structures than this place.

"Where are we, BB?" she voiced as she stepped out.

The sun was hot against beige tunic and she frowned under the force of the heat, looking at BB before putting her hands on her hips.

"I guess let's do some exploring, huh?"

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It was hard walking through all the sand, making sure she didn't stumble as she walked. And it was pretty boring considering there was just sand and oh, more damn sand; she wondered why it looked like the sand glittered at some points as her and BB continued their journey before her eyes widened at the sight of a large machine that reminded her of AT-AT Walkers except this one was larger in width and was... digging into the sand?

Either way, that had to mean that people were around as she began to jog towards there considering that it was so close.

BB rolled easily over the sand as they heard the sound of aircrafts and looking up, she saw two that resembled a bug, a dragonfly really. It hovered in the air as if it was looking over the machine and she squinted as she looked before beginning to feel the ground begin to shake violently to the point that she was knocked over.

Looking around, her first thought was a Nightwatcher worm and she looked at the machine as she begun to run with BB following closely; she held her lightstaber in her hand, her pouch bouncing as she ran with all her might to the machine.

Paul watched as the dust cloud grew as the sandworm quickly approached the Harvester, his father arguing that it was better to save the men on the Harvester than prioritize the Spice.

"Forget the Spice, we need those men", Leto argued and Paul's eyes squinted as he saw two figures running towards the Harvester.

"Look there", Paul pointed, his father leaned and looked.

"It's a girl and a... robot?" he said.

A.I. and anything of that nature had been banned in the Empire since the great war against A.I. so many centuries ago so it was curious as to who this was.

"How many men are on that?" his father asked.

"21", Shadout responded. "23 with the girl and the robot."

"We can only carry 6 on each ship", Paul mentioned.

"We'll make it work", his father confidently said.

🏜️

She was right that machine would draw in people as it was being evacuated as the sandworm was coming closer. BB was squealing as the sandworm was hot on their trail before she panted, "Go, BB! I'll hold it off!"

BB squealed and she said, "Go! I'll be there too!"

Turning around, she panted as she sucked in a breath and held her hand out, focusing her mind on the Force and its power as the creature closer. She felt vindicated as she saw the creature hit a invisible wall, panting and sweating as she held back the creature, the heat exhaustion getting to her as she tried her best to keep the creature back as black began to spot into her vision.

Suddenly, a hand gripped her shoulder and she looked to find two men: one around her age with handsome, pale features and dark curled hair, and an older man with greying hair.

"Come on, follow us", the older man said, she nodded.

With a final push of the Force, she ran behind the men onto one of the ships, stumbling but gleefully cheering once she saw BB there, who twirled in happiness and squealed.

"BB", she said, the robot rolling to her and she hugged it. "I told you I'd make it."

BB let out noises and she laughed.

"You understand that?" a man asked.

"Don't you?" she asked as she stood. "Where am I?"

"You're on Arrakis", a older man with thick dark hair and a facial beard said. "I'm Duke Leto of House Arrakis and this is my son, Paul. Do you mind telling me where you're from?"

"Arrakis? I've never heard of it", she mumbled, "I'm Y/N L/N from Naboo. What star system is this?"

"Canopus", Leto said and Y/N's eyes widened. "Where is this Naboo? I've never heard of such a planet in the Empire?"

Y/N now realized where she was as BB let out a concern noise. They weren't just in an entirely different solar system, they were in an entirely different galaxy...

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[mythical-illustrator]

@staycalmandhugaclone

The final product of the sketch I did for their story Docs Adventures Chapter: you'll have to go through me part 1.

Crosshair offers comfort in a time of uncertainty (this is a beautifully written story that I can't recommend enough)

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It's just so soft 😩

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[winniethewife]

I know I'll be living in vain (Poe Dameron x reader)

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, Angst to fluff, injury, Hospital scene,

Words:664

Poe was looking everywhere for her. The battle had been difficult, he had lost track of her in the fray, and he just kept hoping that she was fine, that everything was okay, that just this one time he wasn’t going to lose someone so important to him, and to loose her before he had a chance to tell her how much she meant to him. In his frantic search he hardly noticed Finn calling his name, it takes the other man grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him to look at him to get Poe’s attention

“She’s in the infirmary.” Finn says with a steady voice as he looks at Poe. Poe feels the color drain from his face.

“No. No. No,no,no.” His mind starts to race, what happened? Will she be okay? How did he let this happen? He has to get there now, Finn knows that and after a soft squeeze he lets him go. Poe starts to sprint through the base with determination. When he made it to the infirmary he was met with his worst nightmare.  She lay in a bed unconscious, her midriff wrapped in bloodied bandages, Poe felt weak in the knees. He moved to her side taking her hand in his. And there he stayed, all night and every day, waiting for her to wake up. After several days at her bedside he was afraid to lose hope.

“Come on stardust, Give me something.” He softly pleaded, kissing her hand as he looked at her with tear stained eyes, and as he watched her eyes fluttered open.

“What is happening to me?” she groans as she starts to feel the pain from her injuries. Poe is so excited that shes awake he crawls into the bed with her, except only about half of him fits with her on the tiny bed, She laughed slightly as she moved slightly to let him have a little more room. Poe cuddled up close to her.

“Thank the maker you’re awake. I was so worried.” Poe muttered into her shoulder as he nuzzled her. She runs her fingers through his hair as She looked on him with adoration.

“Its going to take more than the first order to take me out.” She laughed quietly, she was pleasantly surprised to have him so close and affectionate. She had a feeling he wanted to tell her something, but she wasn’t going to push. They lay close together for a few peaceful moments. Poe looked up at her and realized he couldn’t wait another moment.

“I don't wanna fit wherever, I just want to be here with you, I…I got one thing stuck in my mind. You. You are the only thing on my mind” He looked at her, his eyes wet with tears. “When I got back to base and couldn’t find you…I thought lost the love of my life… I can’t spend another day with you not knowing how I feel about you.”  His confession warmed her heart she, leans in and gently kisses his fore head.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that? How I just wanna keep calling your name? How many times I see you around in all these empty faces?  You mean…everything to me Poe.” As she said this Poe could hardly contain his excitement, forgetting for a moment where they are and what had lead to this moment he moves to have his body hovering over hers, He leans in and kisses her gently, but with every bit of passion he can give. He’s so soft, so real, she can’t help but kiss back, mustering the strength to reach up and hold his face. anything to be closer to him. after a long, beautiful kiss, they pull apart to catch their breath. Poe’s dark gaze taking in every inch of her face.

“I’m going to stay here by you side, all night and every day…Until you come back home… home to me.”

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[candyfloss5000]

Memories

Summary: you recall the memories you have of your lover cal, because it's all you have left of him.

A/N: this is probably one of the worst things I've written and its probably awfully punctuated but whatever. PURE FULL/ANGST

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You remember alot of things about Cal Kestis. You remember how he was the first person on Bracca you laid eyes on when you ended up there, the both of you only being fifteen years old. You remember how you would stutter everytime he talked to you, whilst you were too busy focusing on how soft his lips would feel agaisnt your own. You remember the flustered mutual confession of desire for one another. You remember how the only time you would feel safe on the scarpyard planet was in the sanctuary of his arms in the confinement of his single bunk.

And you remember when the Inquistors came, killed the man Cal and yourself considered as a father figure and nearly killed Cal after he revealed himself to be a Jedi...You remember how you were left to pick up the remaining pieces of your life and abandon the planet you considered as your home for the past three years.

But now, five years after the events on Bracca took place, you realise you dont need to cling so desperately onto your fading memories, when the very person who caused some of your most happiest moments now stands infront of you once again.

"....Cal?"

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[miseries-mistress]

ETERNITY IS A LIE | ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Synopsis: You never thought, as a well-respected senator, you would be begging, practically on your knees, in front of the Senate for someone anyone to help your home world, a peaceful planet that was ruthlessly dragged into the war a year ago. You never asked the Senate for anything, did what they wanted, provided what they asked, and obliged by their rules. You were loyal to democracy, something you had learned to believe in during your time with the Republic, but today was the day that same democracy failed you. 

Warnings: gender-neutral reader, darker anakin, like he won't let you leave him, possessiveness, angst, like big angst, no fluff today, the reader being ignorant to darker anakin, pure sadness, (maybe part 2, i don't know how yall will feel about this one), (feeling like the at&t commercial, "just okay is not okay" with this oneshot) W/C: 2561

Notes: um, this didn't turn out how i thought it would, like at all. i can't tell if that's a good thing or not

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"We need resources! My people are suffering! Our food, supplies, and ammunition are cut off by the Separatists who have invaded my home! I was dragged into the awful war because you promised us protection and resources, all things we desperately need right now. Sickness is spreading among the injured. We are staving! We have no way to protect ourselves from the Separatist's tyrannical rule! So I urge you, members of the Senate, please help us!"

Your pleas and frantic cries for help fell upon deaf ears. You were denied everything you had begged tirelessly for, your sanity crumbling with the rejection. The Senate would not help you where it didn't benefit them, and now you had to consider the option of submitting to them and leaving the Republic to keep your people from certain death.

Anakin and Obi-Wan watched from the balcony, his former master stroking his beard as you slumped defeatedly in your seat, your chair moving back to connect with the others. Obi-Wan remained silent, deep in thought about the events that had taken place. He opened his mouth before closing it, shaking his head with a huff. He took one last glance before heading off in another direction, presumably to the council or maybe to you, to ask about your planet and find a way to help without defying the Jedi he so keenly looked up to. Considering his unwavering sympathy, that sounded like something he would do, negotiate. 

Anakin continued to lean against the wall, his foreign metal hand clenching and unclenching as your advisors whispered something into your ear. It was times like these that shaken his faith in the Senate. Your homeworld was notorious for being peaceful with a few highly skilled warriors if violence was needed in a case like this. However, as you stated before, they were killed in Grievous's surprise attack, no doubt orchestrated by Count Dooku. It all made him sick to his stomach, and he could see from your expression that you were experiencing similar feelings. Why wouldn't you? You're subjected to bear witness to the death of your people, with no idea what the Separatists have in store for you, your people, and your resources.  

Anakin's train of thought was interrupted by your face twisting into one of grim determination, stalking out of the room and into the hall behind you. What could you possibly be doing? If the Senate wasn't inclined to help you, were you returning to your home despite the dangers? If you are, then why? There was nothing left except enslaved citizens and tons of metal plaguing your streets. But even then, the Separatists will be waiting for you...unless that's what you want? 

Shit.

Everything connected at once, and his legs sprinted down the hall to find you. He needed to stop you and fast before you sided with the Separatists. 

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You stormed out of the room, your bodyguards following close behind. You had made your choice. Your people's needs were above your own, and in that respect, you would bow to the Separatists invading your home world and leave the Republic. You didn't let your mind wander, afraid it would take you down a pit of guilt you could never escape from. However, the weight of the decision plagued your mind as you followed down the intricate corridor, wealth gushing around you while people from worlds not too far away were being killed, struggling to provide food for their families while combating illness and disease. It was truly distasteful, all the wealth the Republic possessed, yet they couldn't find it within themselves to provide relief aid because you didn't contribute to their desire for war.

"Y/N," you heard a familiar voice calling you, and you didn't allow yourself to turn around and face the man you had been trying to avoid. A warm hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you from your thoughts.

"What?" you hissed. Your guards beside you whipped out their spears, jabbing them outwards with a dignified woosh, so they were less than a millimeter from Anakin's throat. He halted, looking at each spear before his eyes descended upon yours. You held your hand up, and they placed their weapons back in their holsters, waiting for your command. Anakin took the chance and surged forward, placing his arms on either side of your shoulder to stop you from leaving.

"Please think about this," he urged desperately. His heart was beating outside his chest, panic pulsing through him as he felt genuine fear tickle down his spine. This was not how it was supposed to go; you weren't supposed to leave him. 

"There's nothing to think about, general," you spat, "the Republic failed me, and now my planet is doomed. I will do anything to ensure the safety of my people, even if it betrays my ideals."

Anakin's face softened into a sympathetic one. Could this really be the only choice? If you were to abandon the Republic, he would be forbidden from ever seeing you again. Not that it ever stopped him before, but this instance was by leaps and bounds different from the rest. If you were to join the Separatists, entering the heart of that territory alone would no doubt get him killed or captured. But he wouldn't let you slip from his hands so smoothly. He would find a way. He always did. Even as his mind cracked under the reality of the situation. You two had been involved for a couple of years now, meeting together whenever you could while chatting every other night through your holo comm. However, since the war started, he had been busier than ever, and his free time seemed to be filled with nothing but war strategies. At that time, your nation had descended into issues of its own. Because of this, Anakin was sent three days ago to investigate the allegations of Separatists occupying the planet. 

When he arrived, the world was not a sight he expected to see. The once rich fields full of fresh crops were barren, the plants rotting away. The previously rich life that thrived around him was no more, leaving nothing behind but wreckage, misery, and carnage. The people themselves were either inside their once lavish homes, cradling their malnourished children while they looked as if on the brink of death. Even more people, with clothes full of muck and sweat, roamed the streets, eyes sunken in, mouth permanently engraved into a frown, staring off into the far-out land of a better place, their minds slowly rotting away with their bodies. The once bustling planet was now home to decay and famine.

He was shocked, to say the least, at your planet's state, and he immediately understood why when he saw what was roaming the streets; droids. But this wasn't about them. No matter how much he wanted to pull out his lightsaber and slice apart these mindless droids piece by piece to get a lick of the suffering these people had endured and exact revenge for your home. The forbidden lust of revenge, flitting at his consciousness, was tamed by a deep breath. He managed to sneak into the palace and extract you and a handful of guards while you explained the situation to him. You had decided to appeal to the Senate for relief aid, ignoring Count Dooku's empty promises he kept transmitting. 

That's how he ended up in a very public hall, holding you by your shoulders. He didn't miss the outrage and powerlessness simmering behind your eyes. It burned him to receive such a glare from his beloved. You were his everything, the light in his life, his angel, so why would you glare at him with such hate?

You obviously weren't thinking this through because if you followed your thoughts to conclusion, you would see how making a deal with Dooku would badly affect you. He would undoubtedly take over your planet, and while he may provide relief, your system would be shadowed by the constant presence of Separatists. There was also the matter of what would happen to the citizens if Dooku took hold of the planet. So many possibilities rushed through Anakin's mind that it made him dizzy.  

A couple of senators rounded the corner, and Anakin's arms left you instantly. The senators shot you and Anakin a questioning look before continuing their conversation, conveniently about what transpired in the Senate not even five minutes ago. 

"Anakin, I need to go back to my people." You took a step forward, but his arm wrapped across your torso to your waist. You questioningly turned your gaze to Anakin at the arm across your chest, but his head dipped, his signature darkening. You couldn't leave him. He needed you. Without you, he would surely break. He couldn't handle it if his angel left him because he would be left without a purpose, without the light you filled him with to combat the darkness in his heart. He would rather be dead. 

But there was no need to imagine such a grim faith because you won't abandon him. You won't leave him, you won't leave him, you won't leave him, you won't leave him, you won't leave him-

"Then let me escort you there, my love." He felt his carefully crafted mask crack, exposing the first slivers of distress. He needed to pull himself together. 

"No, Ani, this is something I need to do myself."

"Then please, come to my apartment and talk to me one last time before you leave me." Anakin truly didn't mean for his words to turn into careful manipulation, but his emotions twisted the meaning of it. With his eyes fixed on his feet, he missed your expression, your mouth parting in a silent O. Leaving the Republic meant leaving Anakin permanently. You silently cursed yourself. Why didn't you think of this before? That's why he acted boldly; he didn't want you to leave. Of course, the force would find a way to make your decision even more difficult. 

"I can't," you cried, tears pricking your eyes. You tried to blink back tears that swarmed your eyes as a single tear slipped silently down your cheek. "I'm sorry."

Anakin's heart fell into his stomach, shattering. He worried that the war would either take you from him or tear you two apart, but it seemed to have done both. He was now swallowing a wad of spit, his eyes searching your face for any sign of deception. He found none. You truly wanted to leave him.

"Please don't do this to me, darling," Anakin pleaded, wiping a stray tear from your red-rimmed eyes. 

"This is something bigger than you or me, Anakin. Millions of lives are at stake." you choke on the sob clawing at your throat. By now, the guards have left you alone, the passageway all but deserted. It is a cruel choice fate has placed on you. You want to collapse into Anakin's chest, let his hands run across your face while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. But none of that is an option; the longer you stay, the more reluctant you are to leave. 

"I have to go." Your words held an air of finality to them, wrenching Anakin's expression further into agony. He loved you with every part of his soul. He's devoted his angel like one is to their religion. It feels impossible to let you slip through his fingers, his only source of happiness in this pointless war. He needed you like the planets needed the sun. He couldn't live a day without you. That need seeps into his brain, burrowing deep within his thoughts to poison them with sin. Tears begin to fall from his eyes, and a part of him wonders if he's ever cried so earnestly before someone. 

"I'll find you when the war is over. I'll find you, angel. I promise I'll find you." Both Anakin's flesh and metal hand worked their way to your face, smoothing down your hair to press a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered close, determined to remember the feeling of his cherry lips. 

"I promise," he murmured against your skin. Upon the kiss Anakin pressed to your flushed skin, his emotions bubbled to the surface, defying what was supposed to be a simple kiss into one riddled with rage, grief, and possessiveness. He felt the ripple of those emotions against his mind, tainting it with the idea of power. Yet, as he drowned in the depth of those feelings, he failed to notice those emotions take root in his mind. If only he had the power to stop it, the power to keep you at his side, the power to change the Senate's mind, the power to drive Grievous's forces from your world- 

All he needed was power. 

Nothing else mattered besides you, and as long as you were by his side, he was whole again. It was selfish. He knew that all too well to think about abandoning the code he was raised upon and the Jedi who raised him. He had been told many times many different ways which path thoughts such as these would lead him down, but the Jedi had lied to him, distrusted him, and made too many decisions that left a trail of the dead in their wake. 

Passion is power.

All you need is power.

Give in to temptation.  

You remained ignorant to Anakin's inner struggle as he pulled his lips away. You still felt his phantom touch on your skin, only sending you into a deeper spiral. Finally, you nodded, affirming his words, and Anakin's irises riddled with despair met yours.

"Goodbye, Anakin. See you soon." You turned back, following the hallway until you were out of sight. You pressed a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs tearing from your vocal cords. You screamed into your hand, collapsing against the wall. Was this the price of freedom? Was this really the only choice? It felt like molten lava was spilling from your tear ducts, streaking down your face and staining it with your sorrow. What the hell did you just do?

Anakin's hands balled into fists. He would see you soon, even if it's the last thing he did.

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[littlenephilim999uriel]

You look Lonely… I can fix that. ;)

Fives was such a flirt all the time! Always making her so flustered in the worst Situations and Times. One time they were on a Mission and while the Padawan was mid-fight he sent a flirty message through her comm, making her unfortunately meet the ground.

„Yo Commander.“ As she heard Fives comment through the comm she stopped short to press answer. „Make it fast Ark Trooper. I‘m kinda in the middle of something.“ As soon as she finished (y/n) wanted to make a jump to get over an obstacle as his voice was heard again. „I don‘t usually do fast (y/n), but I can make an exception for you Love.“ Did his Voice just drop down an octave? Doesn‘t matter because he already did the Damage, being distracted right as she was about to jump, she of course got tangled up in her own feet and face planted the Ground.

Well anyway, today was the Day she was finally getting back at the Arc Trooper. (Y/N) saw Fives standing with his Brothers nearby as she took big steps towards them determined to finally have the upper hand. As the Troopers saw her they quickly saluted her. „At ease Soldiers.“ She said with a soft smile. „Hello there Commander Sweetheart.“ The Padawan rolled her eyes at that. „My Master does not approve of you calling me that Fives.“ He only chuckled at that sending her a smirk. „But you approve don‘t you?“ Fives only got a short ‚Hmpf‘ at that and an eyeroll from the Female. But then remembering her Plan she then Smirked at him. „Fives… You look lonely.“ (y/n) said in a purr, drawing out every word. The Troopers looked at each other very confused. She then took a step closer to Fives and Placed a hand on his Chestplate looking up at him innocently. This small action made his Heart speed up and heat slowly creep up his neck and cheek. Where you always this Touchy-Feely with him? God his Brain was in overdrive… „I can fix that.“ Was all she said with a wink before turning around and leaving the stunned man behind.

Fives took a second or two to grasp what she just said but when he did he turned into a spluttering mess, which made his brothers burst out laughing. (Y/N) watched the scene unfold from a distance which made a proud smile come to her lips. Fives was still baffled that she finally flirted back that boldly but he must admit… He liked it.

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[mermaidxatxheart]

Better Together Chapter Thirteen

Alright, chapter thirteen is here. I don't really have a lot to say, except a big thank you to everyone who's still reading, and those messaging me to continue posting. Those messages are really the only reason I'm continuing to post it.

Warnings: the usual angst and trauma. Poe kind of loses it.

Word Count: 2565

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Poe

Watching you run away from him is probably one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. He wants nothing more than to just hold you close, tell you he’s never leaving you. He wants to make you understand that. But you need space, and he respects you enough to put his selfish wants aside and give you what you need. Even if it hurts worse than the torture. 

He leaves the hangar pretty quickly after that, since Bryce enters and tries to pick up anything that moves. Seriously, that guy is such a slime ball. He avoids the tower, in case you want to go there. Instead, he takes a walk around the compound, before going to Leia’s office. 

Leia has always been a source of inspiration, strength, guidance. He needs that more than ever. He knocks on her door and hears her call for him to enter. The door opens and he steps inside, eyes adjusting to the strange light. Leia is seated in a leather armchair, holopad on her lap. A planet is displayed in the space in front of her, slowly rotating with a section of the ground highlighted in red. 

The planet he went to with you. 

“Commander, sit down.” She gestures to the seat next to her. 

“I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time.” He starts and she shakes her head 

“No, just trying to figure out where that established base was.” She says. “What can I do for you, Poe?” She asks. 

He’s quiet for a moment, watching the column of red rotate. “You think Y/N gave up information.” He says finally. Memories of the pain on your face, the broken look on your face as they dragged you back in, soaking wet, bleeding, half dead, flash through his mind.  

“I just need to be sure. She wasn’t ever trained for that kind of treatment. You two should never have been in that situation.” She closes her eyes. “I don’t want to think the worst, but I wouldn’t blame her if she did. The fact of the matter is, she skipped over all the torture you both went through, merely stating that you were interrogated. I have no account for what they put her through. You only gave me part of it. There was almost a whole week that you two weren’t together.” She looks over at him and his stomach tightens. “Her behavior has been erratic at best since you returned, but she won’t talk about what happened.” 

“Opening up isn’t easy. I’m working on getting her there.” He says. 

“And you? What help are you getting?” She tilts her head. 

“I’m working on that, too.”  

“And do you happen to know anything about the attack on Bryce?” She asks.

Poe is instantly on alert now. “Someone attacked him?” His heart lifts slightly. “This is the first I’m hearing about it.” 

“I thought as much. No one else seems to have seen anything, either.” 

Not surprising, most people on this base aren’t fans of Bryce. They all see how he slacks off, taking the least dangerous aspects for himself. 

“Is there something else you want to talk about?” She asks. 

“I’m not sure. Maybe?” He sighs. 

“Is it about how you feel?” She prompts and he looks over at her, frowning.

“How I feel?” He questions. 

“About Y/N.” She rolls her eyes. “Dameron, I’m not blind. And I can imagine how being in love with her would be conflicting for you currently.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Balance. You need to find balance. It’s been terrible and traumatic for you both, you need some good again. You both have some time off. I have others working on her research from the planet. Find something happy.” Leia says. 

“Do I have permission to leave the planet?” He asks, perking up a little. 

“Within limits. You have to stay within range, no conflicts-don't you dare engage with any type of enemy. If you leave, it’s strictly for relaxation.”

“This is so backwards.” He says, unable to stop the smile pulling at his lips. 

“I mean it. I need you to be good to go. You’re our best pilot, one of our best strategists. Do what you have to.” She says. 

“Thanks, General.”

“Go get some rest. You’ve barely slept.” She shoos him away. 

It’s late by the time he gets back to his quarters and he wonders what you’re up to. Do you know about the attack on Bryce? You’re probably with him, comforting him. 

The thought makes Poe sick. 

He hangs up his jacket, kicks off his boots, pulls off his shirt, unbuttons his pants, and falls onto his bed, not really expecting to sleep at all. He hasn’t in days. Maker, he misses you. 

Against his will, his mind dredges up the moments in that room that he tries so desperately to forget. The moment they dragged you away, he wanted to kill every single one of them with his bare hands. He would have given his soul to get you out of there in that moment. His best friend who’s never been in a fight, already bruised and bloody. And when you came back, bloody and exhausted, he wanted to tear that whole stupid world to the ground. 

He should have grabbed you and ran the second you started feeling something was stalking you. And now you’re struggling worse than he could ever imagine. 

Muffled shouting in the hallway brings his attention back to the present. He pushes himself up and opens his door, stepping out into the already crowded hallway. 

“How fucking dare you? Who the hell do you think you are?” Nya is screaming at someone. Poe peers around the people to get a look at who she’s yelling at. “How dare you attack a senior officer?!” 

Your laugh reaches his ears, but it’s cold, humorless. “Senior officer? What the fuck does Bryce actually do around here besides you?” You snap and the floor falls out from under Poe. “That’s a real fucking laugh. But, you know what? You can have the asshole. He’s not even that good in bed, but clearly you have low standards.” 

Poe starts forward a second before Nya lays hands on you. She shoves you against the wall and you grunt with the impact. Before he can reach you, or even see you, he sees your fist swing and then Nya goes down hard. 

Guess he knows who attacked Bryce. 

“Show’s over, fuckers.” You snap and he pushes through, but you’re gone. Nya is laying on the floor, blood dripping from her nose. 

“That crazy bitch attacked me.” She complains. 

“To be fair, you hit her first.” Snap says from behind Poe. 

“I’m going to Leia.” She warns. 

Poe squats down next to her, his leg aching from the blast wound that still hasn’t healed. “You’ve been sleeping with Bryce this whole time? Even before we were kidnapped and tortured?” He asks quietly. 

“Fuck off, Dameron.” She snarls. 

He stands up and turns to Snap. “Where is he?”

“He was in medical after she beat the shit out of him. But I heard he was released and he had patrol tonight.” Snap answers. 

“Were you there?” Poe asks, nervousness spreading through his system. His hands are shaking, he feels hot all over. He wants to see you, but not until he gets his anger under control. 

“Yeah. I pulled her off him once we heard that Leia was coming. But I think he did something to her. She was bleeding on her stomach when I fixed up her hand.” He says quietly, almost afraid of Poe’s reaction. 

“He what?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it, I was almost positive he didn’t do anything, but then she was bleeding.”

Poe spins around, darting into his room and grabbing his boots before taking off for the hangar. He’s going to kill Bryce. He’s going to rid the Resistance of that cancer once and for all. Snap follows close behind, and Poe isn’t sure if he’s going along to help, or to stop him. 

The piece of scum in question is just climbing out of his ship, helmet still on. Poe slows down just long enough for Bryce to take it off as he turns around. Poe is walking faster, ignoring the pain in his leg. This is worth the pain. Bryce’s eye is swollen shut, there’s a cut over his eyebrow, he has a fat lip, and there’s an oddly shaped bruise on the side of his jaw, which is now a little less perfect, and a little more crooked. 

“Oh, come on.” He groans. 

Poe decks him right across his bruised and cut up face, hearing a satisfying crunch. Bryce goes down, but he doesn’t stay down. He fights back, only managing to get in a few good punches. Poe’s dealt with much worse in the last month. 

Bryce shoves Poe off him before Poe grabs him by the front of his jumpsuit, slamming him into a tool box. “You can have her! Fuck! She’s already made it clear she doesn’t want my help.” Bryce snarls, ramming his knee into Poe’s gut. 

The way he talks about you, like you’re an object to be passed around, makes Poe see red. He doesn’t care about his injuries, doesn’t feel pain. He just wants to shut him up, to beat it into his skull that he fucked up the best thing that’s ever going to happen to him. His fingers curl around Bryce’s neck, getting a good grip and he squeezes. He’s no longer controlling his hands, the rage demon inside him is, and Bryce is starting to turn red. 

“Poe.” A voice starts, gripping his wrists. Snap. His friend. “Poe, come on. Let’s go check on Y/N.” He says, trying to get Poe’s fingers off his neck. 

If there was anything that Snap could have said to bring Poe back to himself, that was it. He loosens his grip and Bryce sags to his knees, gasping and coughing. Snap pulls him away and leads him around corners. Poe isn’t paying much attention, not really caring where they’re going. Snap shoves a shirt into his hands somewhere along the way and he numbly pulls it on, his mind lost in what Bryce had said. What help was he offering that you rejected?

He only comes out of it when Snap stops him abruptly. He looks up, blinks to get his bearings, and realizes that they’re outside the sick bay. 

“What are we doing here? I’m fine.” Poe sighs. 

“We’re not here for you, stupid. I told Y/N to go get herself checked out after her fight with Bryce. I doubt she went immediately, which is how Nya probably found her in the hallway, sneaking out. So, go in there, and I swear to Maker, if you don’t tell her you love her-I’ll strangle you myself.” Snap rolls his eyes. 

“Alright, alright.” Poe holds up his hands. “I’m going.” He steps inside, making his way through the beds slowly, trying not to get too close to the flu patients. He doesn’t really want to get sick again. 

He hears your voice, talking to yourself. He twitches the curtain aside just as you're yanking back down your shirt. Everything in him stops at the sight of you, just as it always does. Maker, you’re beautiful. 

“Poe? What are you doing here?” You ask roughly, still holding onto the edge of your shirt. 

“I was coming to check on you, actually.” He manages, stepping closer. “I know you said you didn’t need anyone to, but I heard the fight between you and Nya.”

Your eyes drift upward, an exaggerated eye roll. “I think the whole base heard that.” You sigh. 

He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets just to keep from reaching for you. “She deserved it.” 

You move your legs and he accepts the unspoken invitation to sit down. You reach carefully for his face, turning it slightly. “Who did you get in a fight with?” You ask, fingers brushing over his bruised cheekbone. 

He captures your hand and pulls it to his mouth, kissing the backs of your fingers. “No one important.” He murmurs, inhaling deeply. If you doubt him, you don’t say anything. “Snap said you got hurt earlier?” He asks, trying to ask without giving too much information away.

“Oh.” You pull your hand back and hide it in your lap. “No. I’m fine.” You mumble and he closes his eyes. 

“Y/N, please tell me what’s going on? You know I won’t judge or yell at you. I just want to help.”

“I don’t think you can.” You whisper. 

“Won’t you let me try?” He's desperate. 

The curtain moves behind him and your eyes dart over his shoulder, widening slightly. 

“General.” You go to stand up. 

“You two. My office. Now.” She says shortly before turning and gliding away. Poe glances at you and you look incredibly nervous. He takes your hand with a squeeze and you both follow her to her office. Very much in trouble. He can feel it in the air. 

The door hisses closed behind him and Leia turns, leaning against her desk, holopad in hand. Maybe if he just confesses, he can take most of the focus of her anger off you. 

“General,” he starts but she holds up her hand to stop him. 

“In my hand, I have an incident recording. I’m still trying to decide what to do about it.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest and holopad. 

“General, if I may,” he tries again. 

“No. You may not, Commander. It’s not a question of who did what, anymore. The question is, what do I do about it?” She turns those steely eyes on Y/N and his heart thuds unevenly in his chest.

“It was me, General. I attacked Bryce.” He says quickly, before she can interrupt him again. 

“I know.” Leia says. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.” She taps on her holopad, bringing up the camera projection of the hangar from earlier today. The massive room was full of people, Bryce flirting with some poor mech. The door opens in a flash and you murder-strut inside, grabbing a wrench without even looking at it. Your eyes are solely focused on your boyfriend. The mech runs away as soon as she sees you, Bryce is a little more dense. By the time he turns to look at you, you’re already swinging the heavy wrench, needing two hands for the thing. No one in the hangar moves to stop you, they’re all just watching as you beat the idiot. After a full five minutes, Snap and Beau finally pull you off him. He stays down, lying limp on the ground. 

He looks at you in amazement, realizing you’re silently crying. Tears have spilled down your cheeks, but you’re too nervous to move to wipe them away. 

You clear your throat. “General, I accept whatever punishment you think is best.” You manage weakly, your voice just barely rising above a whisper. 

“Poe, leave us.” Leia says, setting the holopad on her desk. 

“General,” he starts. 

“Now.”

He clenches his jaw, leaving the room, leaving you behind. He waits outside. Leia told him to go somewhere, and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do. 

With you. 

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Hey friends! (18+)

Part three of the Tattoos series will be out today I promise! ❤️‍🔥

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A Jedi in Arrakis II (Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: While on the run from Empire troops, Jedi padawan Y/N comes to find out that hyper-driving in a compromised craft can have some major setbacks when she discovers not only is on a new planet but a whole new galaxy as well...

Warnings: eventual 18+, eventual smut, pinv!sex, currently FLUFF, eventual NSFW, jedi!reader, simp!Paul, Bene Gesserit ideology, Bene Gesserit breeding ideology, spoilers for Dune I and II, angst, talks of questioning the Force and teachings

A/N: I am changing the timeline of the Dune plot and certain events

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Part I

A total of one month had passed since her arrival on Arrakis, the Duke have been kind enough to allow for her to stay with them. And during these few days, she had found Paul's company to be welcoming with the way he was intrigued about everything from the Force to her home on Naboo. It made her feel warm inside but she tried to ignore it, but she knew if Anakin was here, he'd been teasing her about it.

"What was that you did with the sandworm?" Paul asked, she looked at him.

"I used the Force", she answered with a frown. "Have you not heard of the Force?"

"No, never", Paul breathed, "it was... amazing. And what is that you carry?"

"It's my lightsaber", she answered as BB trailed next to her. "This is all so confusing, we are only a universe away and yet it's so different. This planet is really similar to Tattoonie and is very strong with the Force"

Paul let out a light chuckle in agreement, "it is. I would like to know more if you don't mind and tell you about Caladan, it's where I was raised."

"Of course", she said with a smile. "I'm only a padawan, if my Master was here, he'd probably get a big head and I'd love to hear more about your planet later."

"So, I'm assuming you're a student?"

"An apprentice, I don't become a Master until I am found ready to conquer the trials by the Jedi Council."

As she continued talking about the Force, the teachings, about Naboo, Paul seemed more interested as he listened intently and hanging off every word of hers. He did look over anxiously over at BB a few times before they came to one of the many loading bays at this compound as Paul asked, "can you really understand it?"

"BB? Yeah, anyone where I'm from understands basic droid language", she answered with a shrug. "BB's just a big goof, he's a prototype I was given."

BB let out a little offended noise and she patted his head.

"We have A.I. and robotics banned after we had a war with them", Paul said, she nodded.

"Atreides!" a booming voice declared and she saw a tall, tan skinned man with a big grin coming to Paul.

He looked like a warrior but the way Paul was excited to him let her know of the friendship the two had.

"Duncan", Paul said with a grin, "you're back from the South."

"With barely my life and oh! Who is this, Paul? A lady friend of yours", Duncan joked, she laughed. "I will say that those Fremen fight for blood."

"My name is Y/N and I... crash landed here when I hyper jumped", she said, BB whirled. "Oh and this is BB."

"I still don't understand how that is possible without Spice", Paul said. "You said Spice doesn't exist at all where you are from."

"I'm assuming my galaxy's technology is more advanced", she answered, "since we use droids and such, even our medicine is more advanced."

"Well, it is nice to meet you, Y/N, BB", Duncan said with a knowing grin, "I'm heading to my room to get some much needed rest."

Duncan turned and left with a grin as Paul watched as BB approached him, a finger poking BB on the head who let out a little war cry and began to bump Paul in the shins.

Paul had training to do and he had lend her to a quiet spot where she and BB could be, where she could focus on strengthening her Force training. Y/N had already done her lightsaber training, making sure she was still honing her skills even while on this odd planet.

"Ok, BB", she said, "let's get to it."

Sitting down with her legs crossed and her eyes closed, Y/N sucked in a deep breath and began to let her mind clear, remembering everything Anakin had told her and Ahsoka about being one with the Force. She had to empty her mind, allow herself to fully feel for the Force and as she evened out her breathing, she allowed for her mind and breathing to lull her...

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The Reverend Mother had come earlier than expected and Lady Jessica found herself trailing behind her old teacher as the woman was scolding her for having birthed a son.

"What is this of a newcomer?" Reverend Mother asked. "I have heard whispers of a woman from another galaxy who possess odd abilities."

"She is no one", Jessica answered, "merely a lost traveler."

Jessica could feel the older woman's glare from behind the cage veil and felt like a student all over again.

"A lost traveler who held back a sandworm with a unseen power", Reverend Mother spat.

Jessica held back her emotions as she watched as a sudden thought passed over her mentor's eyes and Jessica felt unsure as to what she was thinking, but she held a hope it wasn't what she was thinking.

Had Paul been born a girl, he would have been married to na-Baron Feyd-Rautha of House Harkonnen, but Jessica had never intended to fall for Leto. It had been her greatest failure in the eyes of her Sisters when she chose to give Leto a son, that she chose to give her dearest love what he wanted: an heir.

At the time, her pride had made her even think Paul could become the Kwisatz Haderach, but now, she wasn't so sure and with the arrival of this strange girl, Jessica wondered.

She wondered if the Reverend Mother was plotting once again, she recognized that glint in the old woman's eye when she found a new individual to add to their growing breeding program.

Jessica tried to push down that curiosity and that anxiety that always seem to come when she thought about Paul's future.

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"C'mon, Paul", Duncan encouraged, "focus. You need to always keep an eye on the enemy, it could mean life or death."

Paul nodded, "my mind was wandering, sorry."

The girl he had been dreaming about was here, he had first thought she could have been a Fremen with her garbs that she would sometimes be in the dreams, but no, she was from beyond their galaxy.

Paul sucked in a breath as he tightened his stance, trying to listen to Duncan's advice despite the way his mind was recalling the dreams.

The dreams where he could taste a unique drink as she smiled at him, it was a blue drink with the consistency of milk; another dream where they were here in Arrakis, the Spice in the sand glittering as they sat on a tall dune, watching a sandworm pass them by...

Arrakis was beautiful at night, Y/N concluded as she looked at the dark horizon; the air was cooler as she stood on the balcony. BB was in his hibernating mode to charge as Y/N was dressed in a thin nightgown meant for this weather, her robes folded up neatly as her hair hung loose from its hairstyle.

A knock came from her door and she sensed it was Paul, she walked over to the door and opened it.

"Paul", she greeted with a smile. "Shouldn't you be asleep? Being a Duke's son and such?"

"I wanted to talk more", Paul replied with a smile. "I decided my beauty sleep could wait a little longer."

"How kind of you", she joked, letting him in.

"I wanted to ask about your saber thing", Paul sheepishly said, "I've never seen anything like it and I wanted to ask more about you."

Y/N felt her eyes widen at Paul's statement about her, it made her heart thump in a way it hadn't before and she sheepishly looked away before moving to grab her lightsaber.

"It'd be too heavy for you to hold", she softly said, moving a bit aways so the heat of the saber wouldn't startle Paul. "Ready?"

Paul nodded with a boyish grin as she pressed the button, the hum of the lightsaber coming to life and the bright white of its color showing.

Paul looked at it amazed as she twirled it to show-off.

"How is it not heavy for you?" Paul asked.

"They train us from when we were young", Y/N said, "they give us little ones to get us used to the weight."

She shut the lightsaber off and put it on the dresser.

"Your galaxy seems so amazing", Paul softly said, walking in front of her. "I hope to see it one day."

"And Caladan sounds beautiful", Y/N replied back.

They were silent as they stared at one another, a small smile gracing Paul's lips as he said, "you look different with your hair down. I've never seen it."

"Oh", she said, flushed a bit. "Space Puffs are very popular on Naboo."

A strange feeling was in her chest, one that seemed to make her feel fuzzy and light as she stood in Paul's presence and she wondered if this is how Anakin felt when he saw Padme. One had to be a idiot to not see the glances the two gave one another.

"I better go back", Paul said after a minute, a boyish grin on his face. "If anyone saw me, they'd throw a scandal."

Y/N bite her bottom lip as she watched Paul leave and sucked in a breath as she contemplated these new feelings.

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A work in progress, because of all the angst and pain you've been giving us. Here's some soft crosshair.

Doc gets forehead kisses from a soft comforting crosshair. You know before it all goes to hell in a hand basket

This is from their Docs Adventures story, chapter : You'll have to go through me part 1.

It will get colored tomorrow but...here's the line sketch.

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My hand was the one you reached for (Cassian Andor X reader)

Warnings: angst, canon character death,

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“Cassian! Please don’t do this. This is a suicide mission.” She had managed to catch up to him after nearly chasing him across the base.

“I have to, the Rebellion needs me!” He says with an exasperated simile on his face. “It’ll be fine.”

“What about me, I need you, there’s no way you’re going to get the plans for that thing and survive!” She was desperate for him to hear her. to give the job to another unlucky guy, but she knows he won’t.

“Always remember us, always remember this.” Cassian takes her hands in his and squeezes them tightly. His chocolate brown eyes looking into hers, full of love and hope.

“I vowed not to cry anymore, not after everything” She says softly as she feels the sting of tears in her eyes.

“Shh…we just have to have hope. Fight for a better future.” Cassian reminds her. he presses a kiss to her knuckles.  “Remember when you said I have to trust more freely? Can you trust me to come home to you?” She laughs and shakes her head at him.

“You were playin' with fire, still are as far as I can tell.” She mutters. “Fine, but you better come home.” She sighs. Cassian pulls her in for a tight embrace.

“We’re going to win this darling. I know it.” Cassian smiles at her.

“I hope so.” She chuckles.

“I know so.” He said lovingly.

~

When she found out what happened on Scarif She was devastated, but she fought harder than ever over the next several years. With hard work and determination, they did win. She stood on the surface of Endor as the sky lit up with fire. But her hands felt empty, without his hand in hers. One day like many before she went to the memorial of the fallen Rebels on Coruscant, it was the closest place to a grave site she had to visit. She sat on one of the benches. She looked up to the sky.  

“Cassian…I can’t Believe it’s been 5 years since…Since I lost you. You have no idea how much I miss you. I thought the worst was over, but these days filled with nothing, with keeping the peace and governing? I almost miss the war. Mostly I miss you. I know you’d want me to move on with my life, but…It feels impossible, I vowed I would always be yours, I can’t see myself with anyone else. I can’t.” She spoke to nothing, but for a brief moment she feels the breeze move around her, a familiar warmth, a gentle embrace. Then the feeling passes. She smiled.

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WHAT WAS I MADE FOR? general armitage hux.

summary: in Ophelia, or Ophie for short, is given to the clutches of the First Order in the form of marriage to its almighty general as collateral by her indebted father and learns that she is not simply a pretty worthless face.

warnings: arranged marriage, mentions of physical abuse, slow burn romance, dry dark humor, slightly naive reader, sunshine!reader canon typical grump!hux, eventual smut.

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Imagine Rex sneaking into your room one night finally confessing his feelings.

It was late at night when she heard a knock on the door. „I wonder who needs me this late at night?“ (y/n) mumbled to herself as she walked over towards the door. While she had no clue who it could be the Senator certainly did not expect to look into the eyes of the Captain of the 501 st. Oh what a rather pleasant surprise that was „Captain… how can I help you?“ Rex seemed to be rather nervous. One didn‘t need to be a Jedi to notice that. „May I come in Senator?“ Rex muttered quietly as not to be caught. (y/n) nodded at that and stepped aside to let him enter. The door quietly closed behind the both of them as Rex slowly turned around to look at her. „What is it then?“ (y/n) asked again to which Rex only let out a sigh. He seemed to be thinking about something before he took a deep breath and looked at her. „Tell me to leave.“ She just raised her eyebrows at that. „I‘m sorry?“ Rex let out a almost sad chuckle. „Tell me to leave or I‘ll say something we‘ll both regret.“ Now that made her even more curious. What could be so bad to make her regret a Visit from her favorite Captain. She couldn’t help it as a chuckle escaped her lips. „Now you have gotten my interest. What could be so bad to tell me to have you this nervous.“ Rex let out yet another sigh. „I-… I mean… I just..“ now this was a strange sight to see. The calm and collected leader was a nervous and stuttering Mess. What was he so scared of? „Rex, you can tell me everything. You know I would never judge nor harm you.“ Her (e/c) eyes met his holding this warm and loving glint she always seemed to save up only for him. A soft laugh left him as he nodded. „I know that it is just hard for me to say.“ The Senator only raised her eyebrows at him urging him to keep going. „I‘ve started to feel different around you… I can‘t seem to keep my eyes away from you. I am always trying to be close to you. I just… I just want to be by your side all the time.“ She just blinked at him. It actually took the Senator a good minute before she finally could grasp what he just said. „So you‘re in Love with me?“ She finally answered. Rex only nodded his head at that. Rex could feel himself getting even more tense. His stiffness finally seemed to catch the Women’s attention as a small soft smile started to spread on her lips. „Well, Captain. I must admit whenever you are not close to me I seem to miss you.“ She then took a step closer to which Rex out of reflex took a step back. „I always am looking for you in a room full of People.“ And another step forward and another one backwards. Rex was soon stopped from walking any further by the wall behind him. He swallowed nervously as his eyes met her curious ones. „I must admit I am in Love with you as well.“ She was now standing so close to him, she actually had to look up to meet his eyes. He didn‘t even try to hide his surprise but soon after Rex started to smile. Without uttering another Word, afraid that if he spoke this Moment would disappear, he gently reached out to touch her cheek. Not even thinking about it (y/n) leaned into the touch. Finally all of her beloved’s Captains attention was all on her and only her. Rex slowly leaned even closer their Lips now almost touching. She could feel her Eyes slowly starting to close. Almost there… if she just leans up a little bit more they will finally be…

„Captain.“

Huh strange that almost sounded like Fives. It sounded so far away. Far to focused on each other they didn‘t really acknowledge the Voice until-

„Rex! Where are you!“

It sounded a lot louder this time making the two of them jump apart. Rex let out an annoyed sigh and answered his comm. „What?“

„The Men are looking for you. We wanted to go to 79‘s remember? You owe me a Drink Captain.“

(Y/n) raised her eyebrows at him letting out a soft laugh. Not really knowing what else to say he just answered with a short ‚on my way‘ before ending the call. Rex rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. „I need to-„ (y/n) nodded at that. „Ah yes of course your Men are waiting.“

„I‘m really sorry.“ The Senator gave him a reassuring smile. „Don‘t worry about it. Here let me show you out.“ With a nod they both walked towards the door but before Rex could put his Helmet back on (y/n) stopped him. He looked over at her but before he fully could turn his head he could feel her lips on his cheek. After that she then quickly took a step back and gave him a sweet smile. „Have fun Captain. Though I must say.. if your lovely Legs don‘t carry you back to this room later on, we both will have a problem. Am I clear?“ Rex could only nod at that still a little bit dazed from everything that had just happened. He quickly put his Helmet on and almost ran his way down the hall to embarrassed to look back at the giggling Senator standing by the door and watching him leave. God how he wished the Evening at 79‘s had already ended.

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Better Together Chapter Seventeen

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 4110

Warnings: if you haven't gotten it by now, violence and Poe. Bryce gets his just desserts

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Poe

He doesn’t see his surroundings. Not really. He knows there’s a chair, which Snap is sitting in, exhausted from watching him. There’s a droid station, with one droid present, glaring at him to make sure he doesn’t cause any more disruptions. And there’s a door in front of him that he’s been banned from stepping through. 

He’s never hated a medical bay so much in his life. Memories flash behind his eyelids, so fast he almost can’t make sense of them. Seeing you fall to the ground, hearing himself scream your name. He can still feel the scrape of the twigs and leaves on his knees as he skidded to your side.

“Poe,” Temmin starts, but Poe hardly hears him. “She's gonna be okay,” he continues. 

Your face, when you saw Poe over you, will haunt him forever. You looked at peace, so content. He chokes and sinks to his knees. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Leia come through from the area where he isn't allowed. She looks distressed and he doesn't take that as a good sign. He can already feel his heart breaking all over again. Snap stands up, coming over to hear what she has to say. 

“General?” Snap prompts.

“It was close.” she exhales, closing her eyes. “Maker, it was too close,” she mumbles. “You can go see her, Poe, as long as you let her rest. She's not awake yet, but she will be in a few hours.” She waves him through the door and he bolts without a second look at his best friend. 

He finds the door and takes a second outside it to calm his nerves, take a deep breath, stop his hands from shaking so much. He presses the release for the door and it hisses open. He steps through, his eyes falling on you immediately. You're pale, but, other than that, you don't look any different. He realizes that in his mind, he pictured you with sunken cheeks, looking so close to death that with one good push, you would be gone. But here in front of him, you just look like you're sleeping. 

He eases into the chair next to your bed, reaching for your hand. It's cold. He squeezes it carefully, relief flooding through him as your fingers curl around his. 

“Maker. Y/N.” he sighs, resting his forehead against your hand. 

Light flickers into existence behind your eyelids. Burning bright and feverish warm; or maybe that’s the effects of the water still. 

Something hard and unforgiving is pushing down repeatedly on your chest, feeling like it’s trying to punch through your rubs. The repeated motion forces you to cough; forces the water out of your lungs. You twist your head and neck, expelling it onto the stone floor. 

Your eyes open slowly, blearily and painfully, to find two stormtroopers hovering over you. You try to think back, how many times did you almost drown in that well before it became too much? Five? Six? You’ve lost count. But why would they try to save you? It doesn’t make sense. It’s not as though they care about you.

Waiting until you’re done coughing and gasping, one finally speaks. “Can’t have you dying on us, yet, rebel scum. We still have plans for you.” Sunlight glints off something on his belt and you drop your gaze to see that it’s not his blaster, but instead, a set of keys. 

The keys to your escape? But now how to reach them? It’s not as though you have a lot of chances to get close. He grabs your shackled wrists, yanking you to your feet. The cold metal bites into your flesh, but it’s just another pain on top of an already insurmountable mountain. 

The idea strikes you as he’s hauling you to your feet. You stumble forward, maybe a little too dramatically, collapsing into the trooper. You snake the keys off his belt just as he shoves you backward. His partner forces you back into the well unceremoniously. 

You land hard on your shoulder with a cry. 

“Y/N!” Poe shouts. His voice echoes through the tunnels at the base. 

“I’m… here.” You cough. You’re definitely not okay, but you hear him. You push yourself upright carefully, trying to keep your noises to a minimum, which isn’t difficult. The water already started refilling. Your biggest challenge right now is seeing what you’re doing. 

The water rises fast, and soon is over your head. You hold your breath, determined. Fumbling with the keys, you manage to unlock your shackles. You kick off the bottom and they sink to the floor and suddenly it’s easier for you to float. You keep yourself pressed against the outer wall of the well, trying to undo your wrist shackles now. It takes you painfully long to send them to the bottom. 

Maker, everything hurts. The water stings all of your open wounds. Your hands are shaking as you try to climb the wall. 

The water actually helps this time, floating you up toward the grate. Treading water for that long is exhausting, but you’re so close to freedom, you can almost taste it. 

As soon as you’re able to reach, you have your hands through the holes, trying to find the lock. The water is almost covering your face and you’re still scrambling around where you thought the lock was. Finally, just as the water covers your mouth and nose, your fingers latch over the lock. 

You fumble to get the key in there, lungs burning as you run out of air. The key slides in and clicks open with barely a struggle. 

You brace your aching legs against the wall and shove the heavy metal gate open. Your head breaches the surface and you gasp for air. 

Just as you haul yourself out, breathing hard onto the floor, the water starts to drain. 

No! You pull yourself over to Poe’s well. 

“Poe!” You gasp. 

He’s hanging barely by his fingertips. His chocolate brown eyes are staring up at you in horror. You’re gonna spend the rest of whatever forever you have trying to make this up to him. 

“Hang on.” You plead. If he lets go, you’ll have to wait for the water to rise again and you might not have that much time before they come back. 

“I’m slipping! Y/N, I can’t hold on.” His voice breaks and you can see his arms trembling with the effort. “You have to run, get out of here.” He pleads with you. You reach for the lock and he drops back into the water, already halfway down the well. 

You look around frantically, but there’s no rope or anything. But you know where there’s a chain you could use. Back in the room where they kept you. 

You close the grate to your well, locking it back up so they’ll never notice you’re not in there. You vaguely remember the way back to those nightmare rooms. The first door you open is dim, it smells of metal and oil. It takes you a second to realize that it’s the armory. 

You grab two blasters, knowing Poe will want one as soon as you can get him out. Your goal, though, is to make it through and out without being noticed. The longer you go unnoticed, the better chance you have of making a clean escape. 

As you pass the first room, a glinting catches your eye. You pause, looking inside. Glancing around, you decide you have a minute, and there are plenty of places to hide, so you duck inside. In a little pile on the floor is Poe’s mother’s ring. The chain must have broken during one of the many beatings. 

You slip it into your pocket, promising to give it to him later, once you’re home and safe. After peeking out the door to make sure the hallway is empty, you make your way down to the room you were kept in. You gather up the length of the chain and begin to creep your way back to Poe. 

“Do you think we’ll be able to kill them soon? This is getting boring. They’re not talking.” The voice comes down the hallway and you freeze. 

Hide! You need to hide! Your brain is screaming at you, but your legs refuse to move. 

“Doubtful. KN-1477 really enjoys inflicting pain on the girl.” They’re getting closer. Your heart is pounding. If they catch you, you’ll never escape. 

Your eyes dart around, finding an open, dark doorway to your left. You dash through, pressing yourself back against the frame, making sure to stay out of sight. 

The voices and footsteps carry past you and down the hallway. You wait until you can breathe again before continuing back to Poe. 

The water is back up halfway. You drop the chain next to his well and lean over. 

“Poe!” You hiss, looking down. 

He’s treading water, not well, trying to stay close to the wall. He looks up at you. “Y/N?” He splutters. 

“Hold on. I’ve got a chain.” You unlock the grate and heave it off with immense effort. If only you had Poe’s bantha burger muscles. 

“Watch out.” You drop the chain down to him, twisting your end around your waist. 

“Got it.” He calls and you turn on the spot, using your body to hoist him to the top. You grunt with the effort until he hauls himself over the edge. The sudden lack of tension sends you toppling backward. 

Your breath gets knocked out of you, and despite knowing you don’t have time to waste, you can’t move. You’re aware of Poe laying a few feet away, breathing hard. You know he’s exhausted, too, but the hard part is just beginning. 

“Poe?” You gasp, trying to roll over to reach him. 

“You good?” He asks and immediately more guilt washes over you once again. He’s worried about you, even though this is all your fault. 

You drag in a painful breath and push yourself up. “We need to go.” You shove the chain over to the well, pushing it over the side. 

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“If it takes them longer to realize we’re gone, the longer we have to get away.” You push the grate shut and lock it, dropping the keys inside. 

You stagger to your feet and turn to him. “Can you stand?” You ask, hold out your hand to him. 

He slips his bigger one in it. “Let’s get out of here. Together.”

***

The silver chain usually around his neck is twisted through his fingers, tangled in a mess of chain and flesh. His cheek is smushed into his arm where he fell asleep on it hours ago. There will be a red mark spanning it when he finally does wake up. The delicate ring usually contained on the chain is on his pinky finger, just under the first knuckle. 

It took him ages to fall asleep, thoughts and questions and scenarios swirling around in his mind, chaotic and turbulent as he watched you. Finally, his mind had enough and switched off, letting him rest. 

BB8 chirps quietly in the corner, watching his humans. He hasn’t moved since Poe sat down, watching the struggle on his face. Humans are hard to decipher sometimes, but his humans have become so familiar to him. He registers the difference in your breathing, beeping again, trying to alert the man asleep next to you. 

The soft beeping is what wakes you up. Groggy and disoriented, the only thing you're sure of is Poe’s hand in yours. 

You lift your head, groaning a little as the room spins. You feel weighed down like something is sitting on your head. Poe jerks awake, blinking hard to clear his eyes. 

“Y/N.” he mumbles and you smile, pushing his dark hair out of his handsome face. He captures your hand, holding it to his face and you can feel some of the tension ease out of your shoulders. 

“Love you.” you rasp, feeling his lips press against your palm.

“Love you, too, crazy girl,” he says, lacing his fingers through yours. “Don't ever do that to me again,” he whispers and you squeeze his hand softly. 

“Snap okay?” you mumble. It’s taking you a beat to get your mouth to unstick after sleeping for so long. It feels like years. 

“He's fine. Worried about you.” he inhales deeply along your wrist. “I'll let him in to see you in a minute,” he murmurs. 

You watch him, more strength coming back now. You’re more awake. There's something on his mind, you can read him like a book now. Something he needs to say or he won't be satisfied. You twist your hand in his grasp and cup his face so that he’ll look at you. 

“What are you thinking?” you ask softly. 

He's quiet for a long minute, eyes roaming over your face before he finally speaks. “I was actually just wondering the same thing about you. Back on that stupid planet, you could have been killed. What were you thinking?”

You lean your head back against your pillow, the effort to hold it up more draining than you realize. “I was thinking that I would do anything to keep you safe. I saw my nightmare coming true in front of me and I was willing to do anything it took to keep you in this world,” you say and he squeezes his eyes shut. 

“You think I'm not willing to do the same for you?” he asks, his voice rough and thick with emotion. 

“Poe, I never said that. I know you are. Even after you promised me that you wouldn't get into a fight with a stormtrooper, you did exactly that to save me. But at that moment, all I could see was you dying, and how I would have to live in a world where you didn't exist anymore. And that is a fate worse than death. I won't do it.” you tell him firmly. “If you go, I go.” 

He bows his head against your leg and sighs. “So, what do we do about this predicament?” he asks and you chuckle weakly. 

“Well, I guess we have to stick together forever and ever until we both go out in a fiery ball of stupidity.” you shrug, wincing slightly. 

“We are better together, anyway. You think you could handle a lifetime with me?”

“I've done it so far. I seem to be the only one who can,” you smirk over at him, and he laughs. “Besides. I really like you and you make my feelings go all squishy. So, why not do this forever?”

“Best thing I've heard all day,” he whispers. He lifts your hand, turning it palm up, and places something cold in the center. A delicate ball-chain with something heavier at the end. You open your eyes to see his mother’s ring looking up at you innocently. “I'll go let Snap in to see you.” he stands up and softly presses a kiss to your forehead before turning for the door. 

You admire the view of him walking away until the door hisses shut and you look at the ring in your palm. 

Forever.

***

Two weeks. 

That's how long you're forced to stay on bed rest. It's not so bad this time. Poe comes to see you every day. Sometimes, he'll even stay overnight, much to the med-droid’s annoyance. His mother’s ring hangs on the chain still, except it's around your neck instead of his. It's a simple gesture, but you don't need more than that. You don't feel the need to shout to the whole galaxy that you belong with him, to him; and him to you, with you.

Finally. Finally. You're free to leave the med-bay. You exit the doors to find Snap waiting for you on the other side. You tilt your head, watching his grin grow wider.

“You’re so weird, Wexley.” You mutter and he laughs, draping an arm around your shoulders and leading you through the hallways. 

“I know.”

“Where are you taking me?” You ask, your hand creeping up to the delicate chain around your neck. 

“To get your stuff. Poe has his room all set up, but he said he didn’t want to make assumptions about what you want.” Temmin explains.

“Oh. Right. And where is he?”

“He’s… out.” He trails off. 

Your eyebrows pinch together. “On a mission?”

“Just a small one. For Leia.” He assures you. “He’ll be back in no time.” He stops in front of a storage unit and opens the door. Inside are just a few containers of all your stuff. Everything you’ve ever owned and held dear; it all fits into these little boxes. 

“Did he say what he would prefer me to do?” You ask, looking up at the big guy. 

“Yes. But I’m not supposed to tell you until after you’ve made your decision.” He says. 

You sigh, looking back into the small room. “Can I have a minute to think?” 

He chuckles, patting your shoulder. “Sure. I’ll be right outside.” He steps out of sight and you twist your fingers together. 

Okay. Think this through. You basically pledged to be with him forever, he gave you his mother’s ring. That’s big, right? You want to be with him, to share his bed, to have him near you whenever possible. Why would he give you the option to have your own room away from him? 

You roll your eyes. Because it’s Poe, and he’ll always give you the option. Could you do it? Could you spend your nights away from the man who is so effectively putting you back together? Do you even want to try?

You know your answer. 

You poke your head back out into the hallway and smile at his best friend. 

“Ready?” He asks and you nod. 

“Ready.” He grabs two of the containers and you grab the other two, following him towards Poe’s room. 

He sets the containers on the big bed, leaving you to get unpacked. Poe has left space for your clothes in the dresser, giving you half. You fill the drawers, turning to the last box of stuff. Your things. You set them out on the dresser, the X-Wing Poe got you, a little trinket box that can tell the weather by the temperature of the metal, the precious things you’ve collected over the years. Reminders of friends you’ve lost, and ones you’ve gained. 

You stack the storage containers in the corner to deal with them later, lying down on the bed you’re going to share with Poe. 

There’s a knock on the door and you get up with a small groan before going to open it. Bryce is on the other side and he doesn’t look good. His face is pale, gaunt. There are welts on his exposed arms, one creeping along his jawline. His once bright eyes are dull. He’s sick with something. 

He moves to step into the room and you hold up your hand to stop him, careful not to touch him. “Y/N,” he starts, his voice weak and defeated. “I’m sorry.” He says. You believe him, probably. Or maybe you just don’t care anymore. 

There’s a wrench stuck in a boot by the door and you pick it up. He flinches and you smile to yourself, although you have no intention of hitting him this time. 

“Back out to the light.” You tell him and he does, giving you space to follow. 

You lift the wrench slowly, letting him track your movements. You slowly place the wrench head against his chin, making him turn towards the light. The welt isn’t just a welt. There are little white dots inside the raw, red flesh. The place where you have the wrench turns white under the light pressure. You lower the tool to his wrist, bringing it up closer for your inspection. 

“How long have you had the fever?” You ask, taking a step back. 

“I started feeling sick around the time you clocked me with the wrench in the hangar.” He admits.

“Did you sleep with anyone while you were off-planet finding me a surgeon?” 

“I-that’s not… what does it matter?” He snaps, but there’s no real fight in it.

“Have you slept with anyone since you’ve been back? I assume Nya. Are there others?”

“Why?”

“Any problems going to the bathroom?” 

“How did you know that?” He snaps. 

You try desperately not to smile. You would never openly wish such a horrible disease on someone, but since he brought it on himself, you can enjoy it a little bit. “Come on. Let’s get you to medical. And I’m gonna need a list of names of the people you’ve been in close contact with.” 

“How close?” He frowns, following you down the hallway. 

“Sexually, in their bed. Shared a towel with.” You shrug. “Hopefully they haven’t gone spreading it around.”

“What is it?” He pleads. 

“The King’s Eye. STD. Little parasites that get transferred during sex usually. They worm their way through the skin in your nethers and travel through the blood and tissues. It’s named as such because of some King or other a long time ago. Those little white pustules, the deep welts, the loss of bladder control.” You make sure to stay ahead of him so he can’t see your grin. 

“Am I gonna die?” He asks. 

You tilt your head, considering the question, maybe drawing it out longer than you need to to make him suffer. “Probably not.”

You turn the corner and push open the door to medical, standing well out of his way. He’s going to have to be shaved completely, hosed down fully twice a day with special medicated soap. He’ll have to wear a diaper for a few weeks until it clears up. 

You’re practically giddy. The droids start taking his clothes and you get the names from him. On the central desk is a paging system that transmits throughout the whole complex. You say the five names he’s given you, requesting them to come to medical.

Hopefully it won’t turn into a whole base-wide pandemic. That’s the last thing the resistance needs. But watching Bryce and Nya be humiliated like this, that’s okay with you. 

You wave to him as you head for the door. 

“You could enjoy this a little less.” He shouts. 

“Probably, but why would I?” You laugh and head for the mess hall, following your nose. 

You grab something small, feeling lighter than you have in days, and find your friends sitting at a table. You claim the seat between Beaumont and Snap, propping your feet up on the seat across from you. 

Beau squeezes your shoulder and you hold his gaze for a moment. 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you in my room before. You were trying to help.” 

He smiles widely. “Does that mean you need me?” 

“Always.” You turn to Snap. “So, when will Poe be back?” You ask. “He didn’t say anything to me about a mission. I thought we were still on leave.”

“You are. But he’s just running an errand for Leia, really. An old friend got word to her that he has a map to where her brother is. Skywalker apparently decided to pull a disappearing act.”

“Oh. Alright then. Seems easy enough. Who’d he take with him? Jess?”

There’s a pause where he shares a guilty look with Beau on your other side. “BB8.” He says quietly. 

“Just his droid.” You state flatly. 

“You said it yourself, it’s an easy mission.” Beau reasons. 

“So was the scouting mission we went on. Look how that turned out.” You huff. “I need to go to the lab, distract myself with cataloging those plants.” You rub your forehead and the tension around you mounts.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that.” Snap says awkwardly. 

“And why is that?” 

“Well, some of the guys were assigned to work on them while you were in medical. And it turns out they give off a pollen that induces paranoia. So, we burned them.” He gives you a tense thumbs-up and you stare at him. 

“What?”

“Yeah. So, good news, you’re not going crazy.” Beau chimes in. 

“But Poe didn’t feel anything I was feeling-he wasn’t paranoid and he was around them.” You frown. This doesn’t make any sense. 

“It gets absorbed through the skin. Dameron never touched them, so he wouldn’t have experienced it.”

“Oh.”

“But if you’re looking for something to distract you, you can help us in the hangar.” Snap suggests. 

“Fine.”

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