#also little warning this is my new fave image of all time

[lovromajers]

I dont think a bayern win ever has left me this distraught...

#what was that performance.... shaking my hand at laimer #lb #anyways im still happy <3 drawing the goalscorers again maybe! #anyways tuchel if you do not step up when were at old trafford. im offing you #also little warning this is my new fave image of all time

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙love is never logical | 2023 grid˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pt3

pairing: 2023 f1 grid x nepo baby y/n prost reader (she/her)

genre: social media au, friends to lovers

warnings: spoiled nepo baby:)) 3rd & final part!! fluffy af probably

summary: in which everyone's favourite nepo baby finally feels ready to share her love story with the world ❤️

a/n: last part tehehe this was so fun to write LOL it feels so silly & ridiculous fr but hope u like it i tried to make it not super obvious who her man is but idk if it worked

request!!!: I would love a smau with reader who’s a nepo baby but is everyone’s fave nepo because she’s just living life aesthetically and the grid loves her and she’s hinting at a soft launch (idrc with which driver)

fc: gracie burns

my masterlist

part 1 • part 2 • part 3

instagram ->

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ynprostupdates an image of daniel ricciardo holding a mystery woman in an embrace from last night has been circulating, rumours saying it was y/n prost. could daniel be the mystery man that y/n has been soft launching on her social medias the past few months?

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user1 NO WAY

user2 i thought daniel was with heidi? 😭😭

user3 well that definitely isnt heidi 💀

user4 well duh

user5 where my y/ndaniel shippers at

user6 all rise

user7 nooo i really thought it was lando

user8 where's that one y/nlance truther from twitter at right now

user9 bit of an age gap

user10 you must be new here

user11 💀💀💀

user12 that could literally be anyone, also it's ONLY A HUG!!

user13 🤔

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user14 obsessed with y/n subtly setting the record straight about daniel 💀

liked by yourusername, heidiberger_

danielricciardo i meant what i said y/n, you are banned from drinking alcohol

landonorris i second this

yourusername since when did men think they could tell me what i can & cant do? 🤔

danielricciardo since you became a danger to urself & others perhaps

heidiberger_ im on ur side btw y/n/n

yourusername knew i could count on you

user15 this feels like such a random group of people to hang out separately

user16 i dont think so they're all friends arent they?

user17 tbh i think everyone loves y/n but she does this thing every so often where she hangs out with wags & i think it's to make sure everyone knows she's not overstepping or anything

user18 y/n is my favourite (potential) wag

yourusername posted a story

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landonorris since when were you in ireland

yourusername since like 2 hours ago

landonorris why

yourusername never been

landonorris you know a race weekend starts tomorrow right

yourusername you know we're not f1 drivers right?

danielricciardo bring me a guinness back!

yourusername y/bff/n said she'll bring it in her mouth & feed you it like a little bird

danielricciardo dont want one anymore

user19 Y/N WHY ARE YOU IN MY COUNTRY

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user21 was lance in ireland with her

user22 no just lily y/bff/n & some other girls apparently

landonorris slay‼️

oscarpiastri are you relaxed now

landonorris urm. yes

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lance_stroll everyone cheered

lilymhe 😌😌😌

user23 i want y/n's life

user24 i just want y/n

alex_albon can i have my girlfriend back now?

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lilymhe omg y/n

lilymhe this is so hard launch

yourusername 😭😭😭 DONT SAY THAT

lance_stroll 😧😧😧

user25 THERE'S NO WAY YOU GUYS ARENT DATING

user26 OH MY GOD IM SCREAMING

lewishamilton congratulations to you both😊

yourusername THIS WASNT MEANT TO BE A HARD LAUNCH

maxverstappen1 only took him almost beating me for you to hard launch

yourusername you STILL got no bitches max

yourusername sorry for being mean im overwhelmed right now

maxverstappen1 it's all love 🤔

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lance_stroll i love you ❤️

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lilymhe FINALLY

yourbff thank god coz i cant keep anymore secrets

danielricciardo anymore? what else do you know?

lewishamilton congratulations for real this time!

maxverstappen1 congrats on pulling

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landonorris 🎉🥳🍾🎁🎈🎊

charles_leclerc i miss you y/n please get rid of this man and return to ferrari immediately

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alex_albon officially graduated from third wheel status

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pierregasly kika is celebrating rn

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#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 smau #f1 x reader #smau #lando norris #daniel ricciardo #alex albon #lance stroll #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #lewis hamilton #pierre gasly #oscar piastri #logan sargeant #george russell #dr3 #ln4 #lh44 #pg10 #op81 #cl16 #ls2 #gr63 #yuki tsunoda #max verstappen #mv1 #maddie's smau

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Steven Grant Decorating The Christmas Tree With Your Daughter

Steven Grant X FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: None it's all Christmas fluff

Word Count: 718

Requested by @the-marshals-wife

(A/N:) I still owe my friend some requests for all the amazing work she does for me. And while she didn't request this character I know he is one of her faves and I came up with the idea at work. She seemed more than happy with the results from my brain. It also helps that it's the season! So Merry Christmas everyone and enjoy this fluffy goodness! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

The Christmas season had finally come and it was your favorite time of the year. The house always seemed cozy with the glittering lights and heater going. It made leaving into the nippy mornings even harder than usual. But your favorite part was the giggles of your little girl and the boisterous singing of your husband who thoroughly loved Christmas carols. You were busy decorating the fireplace with garland and stockings while Steven and your daughter took care of the tree. They had just finish shaping the artificial branches that had been smooshed together from it's time in storage and started untangling the lights. You hummed gently to yourself while taking quick glimpses of your two loves. Steven had just finished singing the exhausting carol of 12 Days of Christmas, his daughter clapping and singing while her dad ran out of breath, due to him holding the last note for an absurd amount of time. Steven quickly recovered and went straight into Deck the Halls.

You shook your head, focusing back on your single task. Before too long Steven got tired of not having the music playing and forgetting certain lyrics of the carols his little girl was requesting, so he switched on the radio, tuning it the local station who had begun playing Christmas music before Thanksgiving. You joined in and now there was an impromptu trio filling the house with song. Steven hummed along to Silent Night while he wrapped the tree in sparkling Christmas lights. Around and around he went, it was making you dizzy just watching him. Of course he had to act all dramatic and cause little squeals coming from their side of the living room. Steven was laughing until he got too dizzy from his rocking around the Christmas tree and fell down almost taking the whole tree with him. This time you laughed loudly and swooped in to save your husband.

"Only you would get dizzy putting lights on the tree," you teased while helping him to the couch.

Clamoring up on her father's lap, you patted your daughter's head while Steven kissed her rosy cheek. While Steven recovered you finished up the fireplace mantel and finished up the lights on the tree. By then Steven was ready to get back into the game. Walking hand in hand towards you it was time for ornaments. You remembered the years fondly of your daughter being so small that majority of the ornaments wound up on one side of the tree at the bottom. The radio had become background noise for a little bit while you and Steven walked down memory lane. You remember your first Christmas fondly with your then new husband and then you remembered that first Christmas with your baby girl. Now here she was the spitting image of her father and your fierce attitude.

Steven jolted, cocking his head to the radio he grinned broadly down at his little girl. She started jumping up and down excitedly as her dad ran to the radio and turned up the song playing. You laughed, shaking your head as their favorite Christmas song of all time begun to play.

I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas flooding the house as both Steven and his mini me sung at the top of their lungs. Their silliness was contagious as you joined them in their singing and even the little dance they choregraphed on the fly. Though a short song all three of you wound up in a breathless pile on the floor. Like Steven before, you were a little dizzy from all the joyous spinning.

"I vote for no spinning next time," you panted.

"I second that vote," Steven agreed.

"Extra spinning," your little girl crowed.

It took a little long for you and Steven to recover as you both were content laying on the soft carpet until the room quit spinning. Steven slipped his hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze he shuffled closer to you. Your daughter had taken to spinning more around and around before she went back to placing ornaments on the tree. Steven kissed our cheek before he nuzzled into your hair.

"I love you," he mumbled.

You gave him a quick kiss on his chin, relishing in the scratch of his facial hair, "I love you too."

#Steven Grant X Reader #Steven Grant / Reader #Moon Knight #Steven Grant #Moon Knight Imagine #Steven Grant Imagine #Imagine #Marvel #Not My Gif #My Writing

[monkiebois]

So I saw that Wukong has chickens on the mountain , and everyone has been calling "The Ladies", which is amazing I love it, and I can imagine Wukong teaching the kids how to take care of them

AH YES YES MY LITTLE BROTHER @loupsbane (WAVES HIHIHIIIIIIII) CAME UP WITH THE LADIES LOVE THEM SO MUCH LITTLE FLUFFY GUYS!!!

and yeah i have to ynow i do.

consequences sun family has CHICKENS

and other animals as well. im saying rn. rn its canon. Nezha has a cat. the sun family as a whole has a few chickens and Mei has a bird.

(PSA i know nothing about chickens)

Wukong would have to keep Macaque away from them bc Nezha ralied the chickens togethor and are trying to get Macaque off of his babas island.

(insert image of a little guy with the chickens all around him ordering the chickens around like soldiers)

but then when Nezha see's how bb Mk has gotten attached to Macaque as his mama, Mei likes the wierd guy that showed up on the island (he lets her talk as much as she wants and just sits and listens, Mei is a very talkative little girl), and his baba seems REALLY attached to the dumpster cat. so he lets macaque stay but not without a stern warning and a death threat if macaque ever hurt swk or his sibs,

ANWYAYS BACK TO CHICKENS

after Nezha sets up a peace treaty he lets the chickens know not to attack, doest mean they dont bite whenever he's around.

they bite at and tug on his fur.

one time like, five of them all bit into his tail at once and dragged macaque around while wukong chased after them trying to get the chickens off.

Mk and mei are laughing thier butts off and nezha is taking pictures.

as the years go by the chickens dont really cause much trouble for macaque anymore, they let him feed them but thats it. anything more and hes gonna have another sprained tail.

also Mcaque at first didnt want the chickens around bb Mk bc of the whole......tail incident.

BUT

the chickens rally around baby Mk like a hoard of overprotective mothers. they would KILL for thier kings new prince (same with the monkeys of ffm they love Mk) the chickens are so delicate with baby Mk they never bite and you can always tell theyre being careful around Mk and patient. even when Mk grabs thier feathers a little too hard.

the chickens dont like Mei much, she chased them around when she was just starting to run as a baby. now theyre more content bc wukong taught her to be gentle with the creaturs of the mountain. now she swings and runs around with the monkeys.

oh thats fun, Mei is a dragon but has some monkey charictaristics bc she. she lives around monkeysh hhehehehehe. its why she's so damn good at parkour. same with Mk but hes better bc, bc he is a monkey.

Nezha is the one the chickens hang around the most. I like to think Nezha likes being around and cuddling with fluffy/soft animals as a comfort thing (his cat, the chickens, wukong, Mk) he'll latch on and wont let go.

no

no im serious he wont let go

his elbows are locked and now Wukong has a 12 year old stuck to thier leg

so sometimes someone in the family will go and wake up nezha and he's under a pile of animals. sometimes Mk is in there too.

suprisingly tho Nezha's room is still spotless. no one knows how he does it. well seeing as nezha is Nezha. (workaholic, bit of a clean freak) it makes sense but he has so many animals constantly in his room that no one knows how he keeps it so clean.

Wukong is the Chickens number one fave. Mk is second but Wukong is #1. wukong comes to the chicken coop BAM,

macaque u better get a new boo ur old one is being stolen by a hoard of chickens.

they love wukong they literally jump on her.

litterally she leaves the coop and he now has feathers stuck in his fur.

buuuuut yeah. they taught the kiddos how to care for them. Mk and Nezha picked it up rlly quickly, Mei was a little too harsh with them and Macaque....

.

Macaque and the chickens are having a glare off. they are at a stand still before they both tackle swk.

whoever pulls swk away from the other first gets swk rights for the rest of the day.

it is a daily struggle and macaque cant believe he has to fight a hoarde of wierd af chickens just so he can cuddle with his girlfriend.

I love the chickens

edit: adding this i drew a while ago

CHICKENS

#consequencesau💫 #ask #sweetpeajournals406 #wordscribbles #sun wukong #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #long xiaojiao #nezha #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #springgardens #shadowpeaches #lmk mei

[the-kings-chambers]

The King’s Chambers - March 2023 Recs

Hello,

With spring almost upon us, it’s time for another of our monthly rec lists of fanworks recommended by some of our members!

All of the recs are top/dom!Arthur with bottom/sub!Merlin unless stated otherwise.

Fic

Promise of a New Day | sffan | Explicit | 5,986w

Summary: It starts off like any other day, but in a twenty-four hour period, everything changes.

Hey little sister, what have you done? | MyKingdomComeUndone | Explicit | 1,495w

Summary: “There is no other option,” Uther Pendragon, Duke of Camelot, told his children, his face giving away none of his feelings. “Morgana will marry the Earl of Orkney.”

Love Me Not | ificouldwrite | Gen | 3,235w

Summary: Sometimes, Merlin wonders if he’s somehow harder to love than Gwen was.

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Where, after the magic reveal, Merlin and Arthur are in a relationship, but Arthur is repressed as always. He treats Merlin very differently than he had treated Gwen, and Merlin begins to wonder whether or not he's worth being loved in the same way. Whether Arthur even loves him at all.

(A 5+1 of Arthur being a prat and giving mixed signals, and then Arthur being a prat but giving Merlin a signal he can't miss) (no sex, kissing, established relationship)

The border of painful | Tossukka | Explicit | 3,690w

Summary: Arthur pulled the glove on, and Merlin felt his mouth go dry. (Warnings for background Arwen and therefore infidelity)

It’s quite a list | Fletcher | Mature | 13,129w

Summary: Merlin has a list of reasons why it’s a bad idea to have a crush on Arthur Pendragon. It’s a long list with very valid reasons.

Sadly, his heart doesn’t listen to reason.

Be My Mistake | justiceformerthur | Explicit | 10,185w

Summary: Arthur sees something he shouldn’t and begins to question just how well he knows his manservant.

Witchy Business | death_of_a_phangirl | Gen | 12,084w

Summary: Arthur is constantly getting bruises and muscle pain from his job as a knight at a medieval show. He's tried normal painkillers and other treatments, but they don't help. His sister suggests seeking out a magical remedy, which leads him to a little magic shop. He's not sure what to expect, but an adorable warlock with a smile that made his heart swell was certainly not it. (Kissing, falling in love)

Diamonds and Gems | Val_Creative | Explicit | 240w

Summary: Arthur's crown suits Merlin.

Art

Thunder | funkiemoon | Teen and Up | Digital Art

Summary: Simply fixed the lineart :) 

(Also replaced the image on the actual fic on ao3 with this one) (Hugging, no sex)

“So there's no chance that we could have a hug?” | east-winddd | Mature | Digital Art

Summary: “So there's no chance that we could have a hug?” (Arthur pressing Merlin into a wall)

If you enjoyed these recs and want to see more, or talk about top Arthur/bottom Merlin, we would love to welcome you in our discord server. If you’re interested and of age 18 or older, please message us and we will send you an invitation.

Also, feel free to send us a message to let us know your fave top Arthur/bottom Merlin fanworks! 💕  

#merthur #merlin #merln fanfic #merlin fanart #the kings chambers #tkc: recs #tkc: monthly recs #tkc: march recs

[stormkobra-5]

The House of Fett: Part 3

Pairing: Poe Dameron x ForceUser!Mando!Reader

Chapter No.: Part 3/28

[Part 1] [Part 2]

[Series Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Summary: You’re Y/N Janghis Fett, the only daughter of the infamous bounty hunter himself; but you are a rare Force-wielding Mandalorian, having been trained by Luke Skywalker but refusing to become a Jedi. When the legendary ace pilot of the Resistance, Commander Poe Dameron– unfortunately, your unrequited love interest– comes to request your aid in finding your old mentor, you can’t refuse. But after visiting the Jedi Temple within the Academy on Tython, things are now… complicated. You’re being hunted by Kylo Ren, once your brother Ben, who sensed your presence at the temple. According to your long-dead Gray Jedi mentor, Luke is nowhere you’ll find him easily. The Resistance is now doubling the search for Jedi expert Lor San Tekka, who may have information on Luke’s last-known whereabouts. But… now you’ve also somehow formed a Dyad with Poe, complicating things between you– and potentially, complicating the mission.

A/N: Green lightsaber breaks indicate that the following is from the Reader’s perspective. X-wing breaks indicate that the following is from Poe’s perspective. At some point, I ran out of image slots and so had to use bold print of their last names to determine POV changes.

Notes: Woooooo!!! It’s finally here!!! Part 3 of my personal fave!!! I did tweak the comics a bit, but not very much. I tried to keep it as canon-compliant as possible.

Mando’a:

Ner cyar’ika: my beloved

Ner runi/ner uvete: my soul/my world

Utreekov: idiot

Buir: father

Harran: hell

Me’ven: Huh? What? [Bewildered, stunned]

Bic ni skana’din— sushir at ni!: This is pissing me off— listen to me!

Ba’slan shev’la: Strategic disappearance

Rating/Warnings: 18+, canon typical violence and gore, NSFW themes, male masturbation implied, mention of sex/knowing how sex works, reader is a virgin/inexperienced, making out, non-sexual nudity, mention of wounds/injuries, wounds/injuries described, angst, pining, fluff, yearning, idiots to lovers, strong language, Terex is a bitch, I’m sure there are plenty more I’m probably missing, spoilers for the Poe Dameron comics

“Well,” said the voice of your Master, jolting you and Poe from your unconscious states— and causing a chaotic mess of tangling limbs as the two of you tried to hurriedly scramble to your feet in confusion. “It’s about time you got up.”

“What the fuuuck,” Poe muttered as he untangled his legs from yours, face flushed. “The hell happened?!”

You groaned as your aching body protested your sudden movements, muscles cramping and tense. It was Qui-Gon, however, that answered his query. “You felt it, did you not? The bonding between you and Y/N?”

“Bonding?” Poe demanded breathlessly, shielding his face with a hand from the harsh glares of morning sunlight. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It’s rare,” Qui-Gon answered, and you felt dread settle in the pit of your stomach. “But it has been known to happen. Something connects you two, something… unique. And now the Force has drawn you even closer. What happened when you connected was the bonding energy of a new Dyad.”

“Pardon the fuck?” You whispered, but before Qui-Gon could respond, you leapt to your feet to face him in defiance; and maybe a little disbelief. “A Dyad, Master? Between myself and Poe?”

“He’s Force-sensitive,” Qui-Gon pointed out, nonplussed. “You felt it.”

Indeed.

You had felt quite a bit of Poe Dameron’s mind.

Perhaps too much.

In that vast blackness filled only with stardust through which you fell, you witnessed various moments that stuck with Poe from his life, perhaps not all of them good. The memories that stuck with him most over the course of his lifetime were shown to you, not the best, not the most sad. Simply the ones that impacted him.

You knew that he’d seen the same of you.

And you’d felt his confusion, a convoluted mess of surprise and shock, when Poe saw that meeting him had stuck with you clearly. That his nicknames for you gave you butterflies. That that night, when you’d patched him up, your biggest regret, once you knew that he was alright of course, was that you hadn’t taken that moment to kiss him. Taken that moment to kiss him so that he would never know.

And you knew he felt your questions now, just as you felt his. A Dyad. Yes, you understand. Rare, without much information about it to go around, a Dyad is an unbreakable bond, one which can span the very vastness of space itself. You’d felt him using the Force. Manipulating it. Calling your name.

Ner cyar’ika.

He’d called you that, hadn’t he?

“I-I don’t know what a Dyad is,” Poe stammered as he stood, his next question clearly evident on his face as he surveyed your surroundings, surroundings which were most definitely not Tython. Old trees adorned with red, orange, and golden leaves grew tall and straight around you, dropping their foliage into a crunching mess of color beneath your feet. The sapphire sky held two moons instead of one, and you stood on the precipice of a steep hill lined with stones and roots. “What the hell…”

“A Dyad,” Qui-Gon said, crossing his arms, “Is a strong bond between two individuals, usually Force-sensitive. It can span vast distances of time, space… No matter the circumstances, communication is possible. Often, those bonded with a Dyad can speak to one another without using their voice.”

Poe took it in stoically, although his wide eyes and parted lips showed his surprise. “So… Y/N and I…”

“Share a Dyad,” Qui-Gon finished for him, nodding to emphasize the fact that, yes, there’s now a deep link between the two of you. One that can never be broken. “I must leave you now,” Qui-Gon continued, “But look out over the valley, and you shall see your destination. You’ll be able to leave once you’ve completed your trials.”

You turned your head to look, stopping short as you caught sight of what your master had meant. For a moment, you thought your eyes may have deceived you, or perhaps your mind; it was impossible, surely. But you’d just formed an inexplicable bond to Poe Dameron, who apparently has some level of Force-sensitivity. Surely nothing can be that impossible anymore? Meanwhile, Poe was still trying to figure out what your master had implied. “Wait— destination? Why do we have a destination? Where’d he go? Trials?”

“Poe,” You interrupted, and he froze. You felt him tense, realizing it was the first time you’d called him by his first name since he’d met you as a child. You didn’t have to say look. He already knew what you were going to say.

“Holy fuck,” Poe breathed when he seen what you did.

Across the valley, sheltered in a nook on the side of a snowy mountain, was the Temple of Mortis. An ancient Jedi structure from the days of the Old Republic, possibly older, it was a fabled and legendary place. All Jedi knew of it, but knew not where it was. In your earliest days of training you had often told Luke that one day, you would find it.

“You may find it in meditation, little mynock, but no one to this day has found its true location. That is a feat which perhaps none will succeed in doing.”

You didn’t have to explain to Poe the significance of this. He stared at you in awe as he was able to hear your astonishment without you actually speaking, before you closed off your mind a bit. The connection you could not stop, but maybe your thoughts could remain your own. Poe swallowed hard when he felt your mind retreat from his, turning his dark gaze to the megalithic ruins that loomed so close and yet so far. “So, what? We’re stuck here until we go inside that temple?”

“That’s what Qui-Gon said,” You quipped.

Poe’s jaw nearly hit the dirt. “Q… Qui-Gon?! That was Qui-Gon Jinn, the legendary Jedi from all the kids’ books you read in school?! The Qui-Gon?!”

“I first met him that night at the Force tree,” you admitted, although you weren’t entirely sure why you did so— although it didn’t matter much anymore, did it? “The night I fixed your mother’s ship?”

Poe nodded, recalling the memory. Recalling your memory. “Yeah…” He signed, shaking off the thought and facing the mountain. His hand ran over his face with exasperation before both came to settle on his hips. “That’s a long-ass walk, that’s for damn sure.”

You half considered using your jet pack; it might half the distance. But this was a world of Force meditation, and the journey was meant to occur without any detours or methods considered “cheating.” It was like a dream state. And on that note, you realized that Poe worried for what would happen to your bodies, if you’d fully been transported, and he especially worried for BB-8. You sighed, unsure of how to explain it so that he would understand.

“Dumb it down for me,” He suggested, making you jump. Poe’s sideways glance made butterflies erupt in your abdomen, butterflies you had to try desperately to quell. You knew that it did little good; Poe already knew things now. Things about you that you had never told anyone.

Even your feelings for him, you were sure.

“It’s like a dream,” You finally managed. “Our minds are here, whereas our bodies are there; time passes differently here. Only a few moments will pass for our physical forms, but days can pass for our minds.”

Poe nodded as he surveyed the valley below, as if he were trying to calculate the quickest path to the temple. But these paths were tricky; one that appeared shorter would only prove the same length as all the others, in the end. Or, so you had heard.

“You’ve never been here, huh?” Poe asked softly, and you realized that he wasn’t reading your thoughts or emotions, or even trying to, although it was incredibly hard to do that, you knew. You were having difficulty not doing so, your mind occasionally slipping into the raw connection between you and catching half-formed glimpses of words, memories, emotions… It always made him flinch, and you felt it a breach of privacy. You, the one trained by not one, but two Jedi Masters of legendary proportions, were having trouble getting your mind under control, whereas Poe— merely Force-sensitive— was easily resisting from reading your thoughts.

You belatedly realized you’d been staring at him silently, lost in your worries, and decided to answer before he could think you wanted to try and communicate telepathically. “No. I’ve never been here. But all Jedi have heard the stories.”

“You’re not a Jedi,” Poe pointed out with an eyebrow raise.

He was correcting you for you, not out of anything else. Like he didn’t want you to accidentally call yourself a Jedi in this place, or any. “...No, I’m not. But Luke was. Most of my physical learning was through observing his classes, remember? I was never allowed to participate.”

Poe nodded, eyes finding yours meaningfully. “Yeah… I remember.” You knew he wasn’t talking about recalling you having mentioned it. He’d seen those memories of your first classes with Luke Skywalker. You straightened, nodding in understanding, before setting off down the hill. Poe didn’t question you; he followed wordlessly, which was very much unlike him.

If Poe had a credit for every time he thought the words oh fuck, what the fuck, or anything like, he’d be rich. The richest guy in the galaxy, maybe. The oh fucks were reserved for when his mind slipped up, when he found himself hearing your voice without you actually speaking. It took every ounce of concentration he had and then some, but if he tripped or slipped, all bets were off. He’d hear bits and pieces of your thoughts, feel little slivers of your emotions.

His favorite was when his foot slipped on a rock as he was climbing up a steep cliff of boulders, ahead of you, and his concentration went with his balance. He’d fallen forward, hands bracing himself on the sharp edges of rock. That was a unique oh fuck and a what the fuck (affectionate, surprised) moment. Your thoughts had blasted like a megaphone in his head.

…All strange events aside, he’s got one hell of an ass.

Poe was flattered. Really.

But he’d also never blushed so hard in his life.

You, a Mandalorian! Thinking about his ass!

The what the fuck (surprised, what the fuck) was reserved for the whole damn situation. He was suddenly part of a Dyad, which was something supposed to be reserved for Force-sensitive people— which he technically wasn’t. Technically. With you, of all people. Suddenly, getting to know you over the course of six hours seemed like nothing compared to the lifetime of emotions and memories he’d witnessed from you. Now he knew you. Knew things about you that he probably shouldn’t.

Like you thought about more than just his ass.

You’ve been in love with him for years. It’s a thought that makes him lightheaded, makes his knees weak and his face flushed. Years. At first it had started as a childhood crush, but as you grew, so did your feelings. That day he’d come to you in need of patching up, you’d only barely resisted the urge to kiss him when he was unconscious. And every day since, you’d wished that you had. How sometimes you’d thought about joining the Resistance but faltered every damn time because you worried your feelings for him might complicate missions and end in disaster. How sometimes you wanted to gather up the courage to approach him and tell him, but you— you, a Mandalorian, a Fett— was scared of his denial. You were scared that you weren’t good enough for him. And you didn’t want to suffer the pain of being near him with feelings complicated between you, eventually pushing you apart. You didn’t want to live in a world where you weren’t at least friends with him, and…

Poe wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Nothing bad— he was certain of that much, at least. He knew that before the Dyad, he’d always found you badass, had always looked forward to his little quick meetings with you and had always dreaded their endings. Yes, he did have a tiny crush on you, but he hadn’t been sure what to do with it. After all… you were a full decade younger than him.

But you were in love with him, head-over-heels, and he had a crush on you. So that should make things easy, right? It should be a simple matter of asking you out, right? Something in his gut twists at even the thought of asking you out.

Because you were in love with him. You’d been longing and yearning and pining since you were mature enough to understand the full meaning of those words. And what if he didn’t really feel these things he felt for you? What if it was just an effect of the Dyad? What, he’s just going to ask you out because of the Dyad? He’s going to use you? And when he realizes that it was only because of the Dyad, and that his feelings for you might not be as strong as he thinks? Then what?

You both were aware of the thoughts transpiring for each of you. Neither of you said anything. Not as you hiked through the desolate wilderness, not as you went about making camp. Not as you gave him instructions about how to better the camp and teach him how to start a fire from nothing but two pieces of wood and some dry brush as kindling. He mumbled something along the lines of “awesome” before sitting down across from you, trying not to stare at you as you stoked the fire and really fucking wishing that he had BB-8 with him right now.

He worried for his little buddy. He hoped that BB would have seen the dangers and hid, or fled. He wondered what he’d be doing, if he were here. He also had a little selfish thought, that he wished BB-8 were present so that he could hold him, and maybe get rid of this persistent urge, no, ache, to hold something.

To hold you.

It was something Poe had been feeling all damn day. Every time you walked alongside him, it took everything in him not to reach over and hold your hand, entwine your fingers together and rid you both of this longing to be held. Ner cyar’ika, he had called you. But what did it mean? He’s pretty sure he knew.

Ner runi.

My soul.

That’s what you had called him.

Slowly, his dark chocolate eyes trailed from where he fiddled with his hands, over the fire, drawn to you. You, the badass Mandalorian that was part of one of the most powerful families there ever was, who had a heart of gold but reinforced with durasteel. You sat there cleaning your blaster, and though he couldn’t see your eyes, he felt like every few minutes you would glance at him.

Poe couldn’t take it any longer.

As if forced from his mouth, he suddenly said, very quietly, “You were never gonna tell me that you’ve been in love with me this whole time, huh?”

You froze mid-wiping the barrel. Poe immediately felt guilty, but he also wondered if you might answer. When you didn’t, unsure of what to say… he followed his instincts. He stood, making his way around the fire to sit flush against your side. He instantly felt the comfort of your presence, and he surely felt your relief.

Poe’s gaze connected to your visor, to where he knew your eyes would be looking into his. He put an arm around your shoulders, putting your blaster and tools on the ground before you before hooking his hand up under your knees to pull you half into his lap. Your soft gasp of surprise once again reminded Poe of how young you were— only 20. Only 20, and never had you taken a lover. His touch probably made you uncomfortable. He regretted the sudden advance on you.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, unsure of where to put your hands.

“Keeping warm,” was his lame excuse. His lame excuse that both of you knew for a fact was a blatant lie. He leaned back, keeping his hold loose. Letting you know with emotions rather than words that it was okay if you wanted to pull away.

But you didn’t.

After a moment of hesitation, you started to relax. Your hands rested on his chest— did you feel his breath hitch just then? What is this? Was it the Dyad, or something more? Did he have feelings for you, or did he think he did?

Poe started to relax, too. His hand slowly, hesitantly trailed up your arm, fingers tracing your beskar plates. He felt your breathing speed up, your uncomfortable shift. Your confusion at your own reaction. Poe inwardly kicked himself. He’d just wanted to feel you. He hadn’t meant to make you feel uncomfortable. Nobody’s ever touched her, and here I am, the love of her life, all but feeling her up. “Sorry,” He managed, but it was just the tip of the iceberg. You surely knew how he regretted making you uncomfortable, but you responded with a low, broken hum— because you knew that deep down, he felt some kind of similar reaction.

Poe forced his hand to stop exploring your arm and come to rest on yours, which hovered over his heart. You could probably feel how it was pounding against his rib cage. His fingers slid between yours until he was holding your hand, and he wondered why he was doing any of this. “...Is this okay?” He whispered, like somebody might hear them. Honestly, he didn’t trust that the otherwise-invisible ghost Jedi wasn’t watching.

You hesitated. Your body relaxed as you took a deep breath. You squeezed his hand back. “...Yeah… Why are you doing this, Dameron?”

“I don’t know,” He replied honestly. “I just… want to, I guess?” He waited a second before adding, “...It’s Poe. It’s just Poe.”

You slowly rested your armored head on the shallow of his shoulder. He wondered if you would feel it if he kissed the top of your head. “Okay… Poe.” You sounded so soft, so sweet. Not for the first time since your bond had occurred did he wonder what your face looks like under that helmet.

“Let’s try to get some sleep, miracle,” He breathed, and he expected it not to come.

But he woke at dawn the next morning from a heavy, peaceful rest— one he hadn’t had the likes of in many years now— to you still enclosed protectively in his arms, but now also by his legs. You didn’t seem to mind. You were deeply asleep, too, he could feel it, but you laid on top of him with your hands on his chest and your armored head nestled between his shoulder and neck, under his jaw; even in your sleep, you’d been careful of your rangefinder so that it didn’t poke him in the face.

Unsure of what to do, Poe stayed like that for several minutes. He was in a bit of shock. Mandalorians notoriously never slept around anyone but each other or when alone, because they didn’t trust anyone enough. It was an intimate thing, sleeping near someone. It required the utmost amount of assurance that there was no way in hell one could get hurt. So for you to trust him enough to fall asleep not only near him, but on him, limbs entangled like this…

Poe was honored, for one.

The butterflies in his stomach showed him another feeling, too. He wasn’t sure what to do with that one yet.

Poe leaned forward slowly, afraid of waking you, before pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your helmet. A part of him thought it was weird, at first, to kiss your helmet… but then he felt relief. He closed his eyes and breathed in your scent of beskar, flight suit cotton, fuel, and lightsabers, which slightly nullified your slightly sweeter accents of second-hand exposure to spice and sugar. You smelled like ten thousand worlds, the galaxy in his arms; you smelled like a bounty hunter.

Poe smiled to himself and closed his eyes, letting himself feel you in his arms.

When you woke from your surprisingly deep slumber, you found yourself laying on Poe Dameron’s body as if he were a pillow. Despite how heavy you must be in all of your armor, he didn’t seem to mind it. He snored softly, and after a moment of laying there, you determined that his arms and his legs were around you. A part of you— the one that was trained— wanted to leap to your feet and bolt.

But the other part… you merely tensed for a moment before relaxing in his arms.

This was comfortable. No one had ever held you this way. This close. It was unfamiliar… but not unwanted. The physical touch that usually made you uncomfortable relaxed you. So you remained there.

Until you remembered the mission at hand, of course.

Slowly, you lifted your head. At the sight of Poe utterly relaxed beneath you, your heart began melting and pounding at once. You were laying on Poe Dameron. And now he knows about how you feel for him.

“You were never gonna tell me that you’ve been in love with me this whole time, huh?”

Your heart fluttered involuntarily at the memory. He knows. And now what does that make you? Are you still friends? Are you something else? What happens now? You’re too afraid of what might happen if you bring it up, so you vow not to. Not unless he does. And you can only hope and pray that he doesn’t want to be rid of you. You don’t think he would— especially seeing his soul so intimately as you have— and even if he did, it would be damn near impossible to escape each other because of your Dyad.

You can’t help but stare at him, taking in the moment for a little bit longer. You reach up to carefully sweep a loose curl off his forehead, and just like when he came to you that day, you wonder painfully what it would be like to kiss him.

He’s asleep, so it can’t hurt to wonder, right? Would he be flattered you’re thinking this way, or appalled? Maybe even disgusted? You hope never to find out. All you think about is how soft his lips look. What’s it like, to kiss someone? To push your mouths together in a symbol of love, lips melding and breath mingling? What does it feel like? No, not to kiss someone. You’re not interested in someone, you never have been. You’re interested in Poe, and only Poe. You feel self-conscious about your feelings toward him. Is it unfounded, an obsession, creepy? Are you weird for being so helplessly in love with him, for so long?

You feel the urge to take off your helmet and press your lips to his, just softly. Would he stir? Would he reciprocate? You let yourself imagine, just for a few moments, what it would be like to kiss him. You’d take your helmet off, careful not to wake him, and lean up a bit. You’d sweetly kiss him; if he stirred, would he gasp a little in surprise, then start moving his lips with yours? You imagined your barely-there breaths, stolen away by each other, mixing together. His strong nose would press into your cheek. Would he run his tongue along your lips to coax them open before licking into your mouth?

You jumped out of your daydream in alarm when Poe began to stir. Immediately, you closed off your thoughts and internally chastised yourself for having them. Girlish, immature, unneeded. Poe would never feel the same for you, no matter how close to you he became, and that’s a fact you should accept sooner rather than later.

Poe groaned in the back of his throat, a noise that shouldn’t have made you feel butterflies; maybe it was the fact that he squirmed not beneath you, but against you. You were more than thankful for your beskar armor (although a small part of you, which you crushed, wasn’t). Poe stretched, actually arching his body into you in his groggy state. You held on like a lothcat on a moving rug, unsure of what exactly to do.

When Poe opened his eyes, he seemed to realize where he was; he blinked rapidly a few times and immediately sat up a bit, removing an arm from around you to support his weight as he squinted blearily at you with a furrowed brow and chaotic curls. “Hey, miracle.”

You tried to speak, but all that happened was you swallowing hard. He didn’t tease you, or say anything cocky; he flopped back down on his back, rubbing his eyes with a deep groan. “This place have a habit of giving people the best sleep they’ve ever had in their lives or something? I don’t wanna get up.”

You jolted in surprise when you felt his legs move; one hitched further up, around your waist, and the other dragged down the backs of yours. Your heart leapt into your throat at the contact, pounding so hard and so fast it was a miracle it didn’t bruise his ribcage. Poe felt your… you weren’t exactly sure what you were feeling at this point. He sat up on his elbows again, biting his lip as his eyes met yours. “S-sorry, uh… Can’t move.”

You tilted your head a bit in question. It was all you could fathom with your current position.

Poe cleared his throat, face darkening in a flush. “P-pins and needles. Painful pins and needles. In my legs. Hold on. Just… Just a sec…” Poe’s eyes screwed shut. You averted your eyes, feeling as if you were a hindrance to his morning— Poe grabbed your shoulder abruptly. “Don’t. Don’t think that. It’s just my legs. I need a second. You…” His lip bite changed to something nervous rather than out of discomfort. “We’re good, Jay. Promise.” You forced yourself to relax, and so did he. After a few moments, he was able to move; he slid his leg off of yours, but the one around your hips lingered for a moment more. You wondered if he dragged it off of you slowly on purpose, trying to savor the moment, or if the position made him stiff.

There were a few moments more where you just laid there with each other, staring, as if you wanted to say something but weren’t exactly sure how to word it. Eventually, Poe— feeling a sense of growing discomfort— shifted underneath you, averting his eyes. “I, uh… I need you to get up, please.”

Your heart sank. Much like him, you didn’t want to move. But the goal—

“No. Miracle.” Poe bit his lip hard, eyes pleading, as he pawed at your shoulder in an effort to make you move. “I need you to get up. And uh… maybe look… any other direction. Please.”

“Huh?” Lingering tiredness made you slow to understand. But then it hit you. “Oh… Oh.” You hurriedly scrambled off of him. Your beskar and thick flight suit had kept you from noticing, but you knew enough about male anatomy to realize what was happening. Curiosity was a mean thing, forcing your eyes to trail down his torso and straight between his legs even as he moved.

If brains could glitch, you’re sure yours did. You weren’t sure if the sizeable bulge in his canvas pants was solely because of his morning rush hour (Is he…? Really that big?) or because he moved his thighs together immediately as he turned away from you, but either way, you blushed, feeling a wave of heat that made you awkwardly warm inside your armor. Poe felt your eyes on him and refused to meet them.

“It’s… not you,” Poe tried, then immediately amended that, “Well, no, that makes it sound bad. This is… It happens sometimes in the morning. I just gotta take care of it.”

“Did…” You swallow hard, struggling to keep your voice level. “Did me laying on you make it worse?”

“Miracle,” Poe interrupted, “There’s nothing wrong or bad about it, it’s just… I’m sure it probably made you uncomfortable. I mean, we know each other pretty well now, but you’ve never—“

“Do you need help?”

The question caught him off-guard. He twisted to look at you over his shoulder in astonishment. You shifted nervously. You could feel his twinges of severe discomfort, and you didn’t like it. You wanted to help him. Surely there was a plant or medicine that would help him?

“Huh?”

“Do… do you need help?” Your repeated question sounded feeble, and you started to wonder if it might be something personal. Did you offend him?

Poe tore off his jacket with a slight huff, setting it over his lap so that he could look at you straight-on. “Miracle. Sweetheart. You know what happens during sex, right?”

Now you were the one that was flustered. Despite your lack of any partner, you’ve read plenty of anatomical depictions and plenty of romance stories. Of course you knew what happened. Stiffly, you nodded.

“Okay,” Poe bit his lip, hard. “That’s what I have to do.” He must have felt your heart burst in shock, because he quickly added, “N-no, not like— not with— uh— it—“ Poe sighed, running a hand down his face. “...It’s something I have to do on my own.”

“Oh.” Your voice was small. It took a second for you to get his meaning, and his blush deepened when you couldn’t stop the flood of mental images that attacked your mind— filthy, dirty images the likes of which aren’t usual for you. You forced yourself to think of lightsaber tech specifications instead of… that. “Oh.”

Poe nodded pointedly. “Yeah.” His legs were stiff when he stood, a little shaky as he started backing toward the tree line.

“Um… good luck?” You sounded unsure to your own ears, and you felt like smacking yourself.

Poe nodded awkwardly as he hurried off, keeping his jacket in front of his crotch. It was only when his footsteps became indiscernible that you risked turning around, finding no sign of him except his trail, which led into the forest. With little twists of nerves in your belly, you went about cleaning up camp.

Is he thinking of me as he’s… doing that?

Those images returned again. You didn’t dare to dwell on them, flushing and clammy just from the brief mental picture of him palming himself through his pants and breathing heavily. Is it… because of you? Is that why he needs to take care of things? The thought sent a flood of warmth down your spine and into your lower stomach. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, but you knew how to deal with it; you shifted uncomfortably and turned your whole focus to the specs of the Slave, willing the feeling to disappear.

Little good it did, though, when you were wholly aware of when, exactly, Poe finished. No detailed thoughts or images seeped through your link, but you jumped about a mile high when Poe’s frantic cursing and a sensation of relief flooded your senses. You blushed again, fiddling with your lightsabers. Suddenly their hilts were immensely interesting.

Poe returned shortly, flushed. Other than that and an uncharacteristic shyness in catching your eye, there was no sign of what he had done. You couldn’t help but glance down, finding the bulge in his pants not nearly as prominent as it had been; you looked quickly away when you felt Poe’s amusement. Luckily, he said nothing of it.

His hands found his hips, and he jerked his chin at you. “So? You’re the expert here. What’s for breakfast?”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “Food is your first thought?”

Not my first thought, you heard him think, but he hurriedly said, “I haven’t eaten since before I came to see you, Jay. Of course it is, I’m kriffing starving.” Right on cue, his stomach emitted an obscene rumble that made you laugh. A quick survey of your surroundings, and you spotted several edible berry bushes about.

You nodded more to yourself than to Poe and started leading him to the nearest one. “I’m sure we can make do.”

It took three long days of hiking and awkward avoidance of conversations to reach the Temple of Mortis. Each day you covered as much ground as possible, occasionally stopping to hunt the local wildlife— despite this realm being a form of dream state, hunger, thirst, and fatigue were all still obstacles to be overcome. Although fatigue seemed to be the easiest to cure.

You’d never slept so well as you did when you were tucked against Poe’s side. Sleep came quickly and easily, pulling you into a comfortable darkness that felt like a warm blanket. If his emotions were anything to go on, it was the same for him. To your knowledge (which is quite vast about him, now) he hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep since his mother died. He was always yearning for the stars, and then after he finally made it out— albeit as a spice runner of Kijimi— he had to sleep with one eye open to avoid certain death. It was a habit he’d kept during his years in the Academy, which had been adapted to sleeping light so that he would hear the alarms go off, wherever he was at. Poe didn’t sleep very well, not for many years.

Until you.

When he has you in his arms, it’s like everything else fades away. It’s just you. Are you reading too much into it? Is it just because of the Dyad? Most likely, your mind eventually decides.

Either way, you and Poe are acting as if you’ve known each other your whole lives. You can anticipate each other’s movements and finish each other’s sentences— and thoughts. Poe always seems to know exactly what you’re not saying, and it’s an unsettling concept. But also comforting.

Each night he’s there to soothe the eternal loneliness you’ve felt your whole life. Even Ben never held you, content with the occasional hug. Boba held you when you were small, but not very often. You had to be very upset in order to be held, and even then sometimes not. And then you’d started wearing the armor. You saw less of Din and Boba, and that was shortly before Ben turned to the Dark Side. You never let anyone come close enough to even graze your armor, and yet here you slept entangled with Poe Dameron.

It was blissful.

You’d never felt such peace and safety. Poe made you feel safe, and you weren’t even sure you knew the full meaning of that word. Poe knew this; you caught his sympathetic stares and lingering glances. You felt his emotions as clearly as if he spoke them to you, but he never did. Because he knew.

On the morning of the fourth day in the dreamscape, you and Poe finally ascended the ancient ruined steps that led up to the temple’s grand, if dilapidated, entrance. On either side of the crumbling stone archway stood twin statues of Jedi Guardians, standing straight and serene, so lifelike they seemed ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation. Thin sheets of ice and snow layered over ancient stone and long-dead grass and shrubbery, shielding broken spires and sharply-snapped pieces of gray structures long forgotten. Snowflakes drifted slowly down from a bleak sky, giving it a sense of serenity.

“It’s beautiful,” Poe commented under his breath, and you noticed the freezing wind brushing by with fingers of ice. Not for you; your armor could withstand space, if necessary. You looked over at Poe, whose arms were crossed as he tried his best not to shiver. Without a word, you unclipped your cape and came to drape it over his shoulders, standing in front of him. He fought chattering teeth as you pulled it securely closed, his breath a cloud of mist that hit your helmet. “...Th-thanks, Jay.”

You only nodded. You could feel his relief just as palpably as he could feel your response. Both of you turned to resume your awed admiration of the enormous, ancient structure before you— although it took Poe significantly less time than you to break the silence.

A little nervously, he cleared his throat. “So, uh… Should we go in?”

“No,” You responded, in all seriousness, “We have to stand out here and wait. The Force will guide us.”

“Oh.”

You gave it a good minute. Poe didn't realize you were joking.

“Poe,” You turned to him, a little amused. His eyebrow quirked up in question as he tried to keep his mouth closed in order to stifle his shivering. “I’m kidding. Of course we go inside.”

“Oh,” Poe flushed, dropping his gaze. He mumbled the next part of his sentence a little ashamedly. “Yeah. I knew that. I was just playing along.”

“Uh-huh,” You responded, unconvinced; you could tell because of the Dyad that he’d actually believed you. Although, you were quite relieved that he’d been able to block his mind off from yours enough so that he couldn’t tell that you were joking.

You took the leading steps into the temple, Poe following behind with the crunch of snow. The steps are surprisingly unslippery, providing traction. Your footsteps echoed solemnly in the ruins as you approached the ancient doors. The crumbled walls of the archway provided some shelter from the frigid breeze and falling snow, giving the space beneath the overhang a disturbingly silent air about it.

These doors were far too heavy for you to open alone; Poe pressed his weight into them alongside you, heaving with all of his strength. They stood strong, the ice coating their surfaces hardly even cracking. You both stumbled back a bit after a moment.

Poe’s hands found his hips as he regarded them with a raised eyebrow. “Those are some tough-ass doors.”

“So you’ve made it this far,” Said the voice of a familiar Gray Jedi from behind you, making Poe jump; you had sensed the lingering presence of your mentor as soon as you’d reached the ruins, and so had expected it. Still, Poe’s surprise at your “unshakable” demeanor made you smirk a bit under your helmet.

Qui-Gon’s apparition climbed up the stairs after you, and the lack of audible footsteps gave him an admittedly more ghostly façade. “I expected it to take much longer.”

“Did you doubt me, Master?” You quipped, in good spirits. You would never disrespect him.

Qui-Gon leaned a bit closer to you, conspiratorially. “It was not you who I doubted.”

“Oh,” Poe nearly choked on a snowflake. “You mean me. Sorry. I could’ve just stayed on the other side of the valley—“

Qui-Gon interrupted him with a deep chuckle. “Nonsense, my boy, I merely jest. You are just as much a part of these trials as Y/N is.”

Ah. An opportunity for a question. “What exactly are these trials, Master?”

Qui-Gon connected his hands under his sleeves, turning a smug smile on you. “Why don’t you come and find out?” With that, he simply stepped through the doors. Poe’s face was priceless.

“Let him feel the Force,” Qui-Gon’s voice commanded, disembodied.

“Let him feel the—“ Poe whipped his head around to raise an eyebrow at you worriedly. “The kriff is that supposed to mean?”

You fixed him with a steely gaze. “Do you trust me?”

“Without question.” A part of you was taken aback. The sincerity with which he said those words… “I mean it,” Poe added, as if for emphasis.

You could only nod. You offered him your hand, asking him silently to take it. “Don’t do. Just feel.” Poe nodded, understanding your orders. You felt that he wasn’t too keen on repeating trying to utilize the Force again.

His hand in yours felt right. It felt like it linked you two together physically, adding to the pulse of… whatever it was that was flowing between you. The relief that vibrated along the edges of your new connection, at just a hand-hold, should not have been so palpable as it was.

You turned your attention to the task at hand: the door.

You raised your free hand, opening your palm to the door, reaching out with your mind. The Living Force was all around you, vibrant and ever-changing even in a landscape otherwise barren to the naked eye, and you were able to pull it towards you.

Poe’s gasp of alarm did not go unnoticed.

He was already cold, so when it felt like ice water was dragged through his veins via an IV, Poe couldn’t contain his shudder, nor his little gasp. Did you hear that?

You glanced over at him.

Fuck.

You definitely heard it.

Dammit.

It felt like you were using him as a conduit. Qui-Gon had said to let him feel the Force? He definitely fucking felt it. Using where your hands were entwined as not only an anchor but a transfer point, you gently pulled the Force through him, like a filter, and into you. He was able to feel you use it, too. Effortlessly, you manipulated the Force to open the door for you.

With a broken, bone-grating shudder, the ancient doors began to move inward, as though they were being pulled open from the inside. For you, it was a menial shove. Poe was in awe, because he’d expected the Force to take more umph.

When you let go of his hand, the channel of Force energy stopped, and Poe felt surprisingly empty. He turned an inquisitive eye on you as you took your sabers in hand, but didn’t yet activate them. Taking his cue from you, he got his blaster ready. After all, even you weren’t sure what exactly these trials entailed.

Poe really hoped it was something normal, although the chances of that happening were slim at best.

The entry chamber was relatively small, although at least five times bigger than Poe’s house. Void of any decoration but spider’s webs and dust, it bore two much smaller versions of the Jedi statues. As you led the way by them, Poe felt like they followed you with your eyes. He wasn’t sure why, but he really didn’t like those statues. They gave him the same chills that seeing bones did.

“Who were they?” Poe whispered, like the statues might hear him.

You spared the statues a passing glance, but didn’t otherwise turn around. “They were once the guardians of Jedi Temples throughout the galaxy. They served to protect those within, whether they be fellow Jedi or younglings… although their order has been extinct for years.”

Poe eyed the statues warily as he passed. “Well, uh… no disrespect, but they’re pretty creepy in statue mode.”

You chuckled. It was a sound that made Poe feel all tingly on the inside. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that— not bad. It’s just that he wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that your laugh made him feel butterflies. “Yeah, kinda.”

In the central chamber, it seemed no different from the entry hall; except, here there were huge chunks of ice and snow that had fallen through the crumbling ceiling, and here there stood two eight-foot-tall, much more lifelike Jedi Guard statues. The crawling in his gut grew more prevalent, and Poe knew that something was about to go down here. You felt it, too, keeping your sabers at the ready and looking back at him once in question. You both inched to walk closer together, footsteps echoing in the cavern-sized-chamber alongside the distant howl of ghostly winds blowing through cracked walls. There was no sign of Qui-Gon Jinn.

Poe kept his blaster ready, a sense of deep unease filling his body. But… you felt it, too. So I’m not just paranoid… You stopped in your tracks, sensing for the source of the discomfort; you moved before he could see you start to do so.

With lightning-fast reflexes, you whipped around, sabers activating with a bursting crackle of electricity. You’d rounded on him, somehow, your sabers both guarding his left. Poe hadn’t even had time to gasp.

One of the Jedi Guard statues had come to life, yellow saber humming with an ancient life of its own. Your blades had hardly caught the blow that would have rent him clean in half, but he could still feel the heat of all three lengths of plasma. Shit. Shit.

For a three second count, he swore your eyes locked as you all stood stock-still.

Then you moved, and Poe was entranced.

You shoved off the blade of your attacker, body and blades in a motion like water, perfectly synchronized for optimum efficiency. Your footwork was neat, clean, balanced, not that Poe knew much about it. The Jedi Guard thrusted his double-bladed staff, bringing it up and around in a downward strike, then tried to swing horizontally, but you expertly deflected each blow with the hissing crash of plasma-to-plasma and little effort. It was perfectly clear that you’d been trained by Luke Skywalker.

Both of you were so fast that your blades were only blurred afterimages of static emerald and yellow topaz, zapping off each other in a haze of shattering white. Poe had to squint to see properly, and the forced action made him realize that he was just standing there.

Noise from behind him made him whip around— just in time, too. He dodged just as the second Jedi Guard would have impaled him from behind, the saber-staff bursting to life mere inches from his chest. Poe jumped back, nearly tripping over his own two feet, as the Jedi Guard attacked. Its stone joints ground together like a rockslide, too loud in the echoey space.

When the Jedi Guard aimed to slice downward, Poe dodged, tripped, and fell hard on his back, knocking the breath out of himself. Fuck. How was he supposed to do anything in these trials if he was so out-of-touch with the realm of Mortis that he was going to get himself killed?

The Jedi Guard tried to stab him through the chest; Poe rolled out of the way, but then had to immediately reverse the move in order to avoid a second strike. Ohshitohshitohshit—

Both strikes had upturned the fragile cobblestones of the floor, boxing Poe in. Now he didn’t have anywhere to go, and the Jedi Guard knew that. It lifted its staff, prepared to impale him—

“Poe!”

Your cry distracted the guard long enough for Poe to resituate in an attempt to stand; but then he was distracted by something flying at his face. On instinct, he caught it, dropping his blaster and drawing the attention of the guard back to himself— and he’d barely had time to sit up.

Poe brought whatever it was up as a poor defense when the guard struck, fast as a viper. He audibly gasped when one of your lightsabers ignited in his hand, effectively blocking the guard’s blow. He hadn’t meant to hold it in a horizontal reverse grip, but it worked out perfectly. There was a pause— a few beats of heavy silence as the guard tried to figure out what was happening. Poe took that as his opening.

Poe shoved with all of his might, and the guard staggered backward. Poe rolled heels-over-head away from it, coming up in a kneel just in time to deflect another blow and save his neck. Adrenaline surged through his veins, giving him the almost-sixth-sense he needed for battle.

As Poe got to his feet and defended himself from the guard, you were nearby, effortlessly blocking the guard you fought with by simply spinning your saber in a seamless continuous parry. With only one saber. Poe tried not to get distracted.

Thus far he’d felt only focus from you. You were calm, collected, and that gave him the confidence he needed now to fight— with a lightsaber, no less. One of yours. But when he felt your slip-up, he was overcome by a surge of sudden panic of his own.

Something distracted you. He wasn’t sure what, he wasn’t sure how, but your concentration slipped for only a second. Poe was terrified that he’d hear a bloodcurdling cry or hear the saber pierce a weak spot in your armor, but thankfully the guard was turned in such a way where the opening you’d left it only gave it room for a solid, powerful kick to the chest.

Poe turned just in time to see a flash of green as you were flung in his direction. The impact of your beskar-leaden body into his sent you both flying backward, and he felt the distinct crack of a rib when you landed on him, crushing him between your armored self and the broken cobblestones. You cried out at his pain with him, scrambling off of him. His chest throbbed; but he’d been through pain like this before. He could take this. He assured you silently of that through a pulse of emotion, but you hardly felt it.

You snatched your saber from his grip and hurled both of them, straight at your opponents. Poe briefly wondered if you were crazy, but then the sabers seemed to grow little starfighter minds of their own, dodging the guards’ weapons by themselves before shooting through their stone skulls. Poe watched, transfixed, as the sabers came to a halt in midair before returning back to your hands. The Jedi Guards fell to the ground and left the chamber in silence that felt far too loud.

Poe managed through his labored breaths, “What is it?”

You shook your head in disbelief. Whatever it was, it scared you, and that scared him. “Thought I saw…” Your head snapped up, focused on a distant hallway entrance. Poe didn’t have the Mandalorian helmet to amplify his vision, of course, so all he saw was a flash of black clothing disappear around the corner, like an apparition.

You were up and moving before Poe could stop you, bolting for the hallway and activating your sabers as you gave chase. Poe snatched up his blaster and followed as closely as he could behind you, understanding too late what you had seen.

Your voice rang through the chamber. “BEN!”

What scared him was that you didn’t scream it in pain. There was no grief, no sadness, no longing or pleading. Poe felt only one emotion from you, until he was overwhelmed with it.

Rage.

It should be impossible.

But you weren’t going to question it.

Clearly, this was not a part of the trials. Somehow, Ben had discovered a way to reach the Temple of Mortis to see you. Whether he actually were standing there or had entered through a meditative dream-state, you didn’t know, and you didn’t care.

You were seeing red.

There was no fear, not anymore. Not here, where you knew that he couldn’t hurt you even if he wanted to. You couldn’t die here, not while your bodies were on Tython.

Kylo Ren couldn’t physically hurt you.

But Ben… Ben could hurt you. He could tear your heart out and crush it under his fancy leather boots like he was doing now just by showing himself. He could stab you in the chest with a blade of nolstagia as his presence reminded you of better days, reminded you of a time when Ben Solo had been so close to you. He could fill your veins with poisoned thoughts of a world that was, of a time when all you knew was the happiness that was Luke’s academy which he’d destroyed, now tainted with the screams of slaughtered child-Jedis. Ben Solo could destroy you, in far worse ways than Kylo Ren ever could.

And it made you furious.

Any grief you held you transformed into anger. Not quite enough to warrant a warning from Qui-Gon about the Dark Side, but enough for you to chase Ben with intention of attacking him.

You didn’t want to kill him. Despite all he’d done, you don’t think that you could bring yourself to do that. Because as your blade pierced his chest, you would only be able to see the boy that was your brother. In his final moments, he might see the error of his ways, back to himself before death, but you’d watch the light fade from his eyes, and you wouldn’t be able to bear that.

But fight him?

That, you could do.

“BEN!” Your voice came out of you in a deep growl twice its usual depth, fueled by fury with a serrated edge. Your blades seemingly activated themselves of their own accord, allowing Ben to know your intentions clearly. You rounded the corner after him and stopped short.

There he stood, at the end of the slender bridge that linked the ends of two separate halls. Kylo Ren. In his black cloaks and cowls and robes, ridged mask obscuring his face. You hadn’t seen him since the day he’d left that wound on your thigh in a fit of rage, the one that had left a scar that went far deeper than the surface. The one that reminded you that if you’d been there for him, he might not have turned so quickly. A part of you wondered if your haste to get to the Force tree you had made him think that you’d abandoned him, and had given him the final push to the Dark Side.

“Y/N,” Said Ben’s voice from behind Ren’s mask. It was distorted, altered to become ownerless, bottomless. But you recognized a hint of Ben, deeper and older than you’d last heard him. “It’s been awhile.”

“You,” you hissed, anger and grief confusing themselves. What have you become?

“Did you think we’d never meet again?” Ben questioned, head tilting a bit in question. “Or did you think you could evade me indefinitely?”

“Why are you here?” You demanded, your grip so tight on your sabers that your knuckles popped.

“Looking for you,” Ben answered calmly. “You can’t be so stupid to believe that I would come to a Jedi Temple for just any reason. I’m surprised that you did.”

“I didn’t,” You snapped, voice dripping venom.

“Ah…” Ben’s focus shifted, to behind you.

To Poe.

“No, you didn’t. Your new Dyad brought you here.” You glanced back at Poe. You felt his worry as he trained his blaster on Ben, not yet firing. Waiting for your signal. When you looked back to him, he was still focused on Poe. “How… fascinating. One with the Force, and one without, forming such a strong bond…” You put yourself between Ben and Poe. You wouldn’t let him hurt him…

Ben seemed to find your protectiveness amusing. “We used to have a bond, once. Long ago. You can still feel it, can’t you?”

“I feel the remnants of what we had, Ben,” You retorted. “I feel sorrow for what you were.”

“...I can still feel it,” Ben said softly, with something like sadness in his voice. You couldn’t discern if it was a trick to gain your sympathy, or if maybe a part of him did mourn for the old days. “We had something… not quite a Dyad, but…”

“What are you doing here, Ben?” You demanded a second time. “What do you want from me?”

“What Dameron knows I want from you,” Ben countered, and you were reminded of a piece of information that you hadn’t thought much of: the fact that Poe’s hidden agenda coming to find you was to bring you back to the Resistance, to try and protect you from Kylo Ren under Leia’s orders. You wouldn’t hold it against him that he didn’t tell you, if only because this was proof that Leia had a right to be worried. “I want you to join me.”

The offer wasn’t surprising. You figured that if you met Ben again, he would most likely set forth a proposal to join him in the Dark Side. You’d been so close, it came as a given that he would do this before fighting. Also a contributing factor to your proven hunch was that Supreme Leader Snoke was always searching for more apprentices. The Knights of Ren, those few younglings that had survived Ben’s slaughter at the temple, were one such example. You were not a Jedi, but you were also not a Sith. You were good. And if Ben thought that he could persuade you to become a part of the Dark Side… “I will never join you, Ben.”

“Then you are nothing to me,” Ben replied lowly. For emphasis, he jerked his wrist, sending his saber burning to life. With a sharp stab of crimson light and a hum of energy, his unique, unstable lightsaber ignited with the drop of your heart. His words stung. You tried to tell yourself that they didn’t matter. In either case, you channeled your sorrow to anger, and charged with a cry of rage and grief that bubbled up from the very depths of your soul. Why? Why did you fall, Ben? Why did you let go of the light?

Ben charged, too. No, not Ben. Ben was gone. You needed to remember this. He was no longer the boy you’d known. He was Kylo Ren now, a Sith, a killer. If Ben was in there, he was so deeply buried that it would be difficult to find him.

You willed Poe to stay back, in a vague and absent part of your mind. This battle was between you and your brother; you didn’t want Poe getting hurt. Kylo Ren would target him to hurt you, you knew this. Stay. Back.

You need help. Poe sounded helpless. Worried. So were you, and he knew that. But you didn’t want him in the battle regardless.

Stay.

If your blades had been fast against a stone sentry, they were beyond quick now as your sabers met Kylo Ren’s in a clash of orange-brown so bright it was nearly blazing white. Right-left-right, parry-over-parry, your blades met expertly. It was clear that you knew each other, able to predict each other’s moves so well. You moved like in a dance that you knew by heart; neither you nor Ren could land a blow, and neither of you came close to the precarious edges of the bridge that led into a treacherous abyss of blackness.

Your moves were echoes of the old days of sparring sessions against each other, before your armor, before Kylo Ren, before Snoke. As children, smiles donned your faces as Luke watched over you, betting on who would win playfully. Neither of you ever did, skills so equally matched that it seemed an impossible feat to accomplish.

You were not children anymore.

There were no smiles, there was no Luke. Only a furious bounty hunter with a legacy behind her that she still hadn’t grown into, and a fallen Jedi that was the son of a legend. And now your skills have changed.

Kylo Ren thrust his free palm out toward you, but you sensed his Force push coming, blocking it with a wall of the permeating energy of your own. Your hands trembled against the impact of each other’s Force, building, until finally it burst in a surge of energy that sent you both flying back in opposing backflips that left you several dozen yards apart.

The duel had brought your unruly emotions to the forefront of your mind. Emotions were not something Mandalorians should wear on their sleeves, but you couldn’t contain yourself. “You abandoned me, Ben! You abandoned all of us! You killed the younglings, you tried to kill Luke— WHY?!”

Ben twirled his saber in a flourish. “Did Luke ever tell you what really happened that night? Or did you take his word for it?”

The accusation made your blood feel like fire. “Luke was like a father to me.”

“And I was more to you than that!” Ben roared, slamming a fist on his chest for emphasis. “I was closer to you than Luke ever was! Who protected you from the other children when you were young?! Who reminded you that you were just as important as Luke’s Jedi students?! And yet you abandoned me—“

“Do not!” Your scream was coupled with the point of your lightsaber jabbing in his direction. “I never abandoned you, Ben Solo. When everyone else mourned your loss, I waited for you. I waited for you to come back to us.”

“No,” Ben snapped, “You left. You left that night, Fett. When I needed you most.”

Don’t listen to him, miracle, Poe’s voice crept into your guilt-ridden mind. But all you could remember was Ben attacking you in that session with an anger you should have known wasn’t directed at you, that came from the pressure of Luke, of Snoke, and of whatever heavy burdens that he’d carried that he’d refused to share with you. “You don’t need to hear them.” And then, when he’d accidentally wounded you, you, in the haze of a day of bad decisions and feeling as if you just simply didn’t belong in Luke’s prestigious academy, you had left. You had sought out the Force tree in an attempt to cleanse your thoughts, only to be intercepted in your return by your father, who informed you of Ben’s turning.

If I had been there.

The thought had haunted you since that night.

Don’t. Listen. To him. Poe’s insistence broke through your guilt, helped you to push it aside, even as Kylo Ren uttered under his breath, “You know it to be true.” You remained silent. There was nothing you could say. You had no proclamations to counter Ren’s statement despite Poe’s insistence that you had no fault in this. Ren began to march forward. “If you will not join me, then you are a threat to me. I will not tolerate a threat to the First Order.”

You spun your sabers into a standard basic stance, preparing yourself for any motion Ren would make. “Good fucking luck getting rid of me.”

Your blades met again, but your energies were so chaotic that the Force bent around you to assist. When Ren lunged, huge pieces of debris went with him, which you had to dodge or deflect via a series of well-timed spins of your saber and elaborate footwork. When your sabers met again, there was a clash of sparks and plasma as Ren kept pushing forward, trying to shove you back. You backpedaled, letting yourself fall off the edge of the bridge; Poe’s panic overwhelmed you, until you sent him a rope of reassurance through your Dyad. You fell, vertically, for several seconds until you activated your jetpack.

You shot like a blaster laser back onto the bridge, bringing one arm back in a fiery blow that Ren almost couldn’t deflect in time. You landed in a spin, sabers spinning in a parry that defended your back and side as you came around to attack Ren. He thrust a wall of Force energy in your direction, one you weren’t prepared for, throwing you back, clean off your feet and into the far wall. You landed, out of breath and in a pile of broken shards of stone that stained your armor with soot and dust.

Before you had even caught your breath, you activated your jetpack again, launching yourself full-speed into Kylo Ren and knocking him backward. Whereas you were able to stop yourself, Ren was not. He rolled several feet before coming up in a kneel, met immediately with the full brunt of your flamethrower. Ren used the Force to deter the flames from his person, directing them around him so that they were harmless. The heat remained, however, adding hazards to the battlefield as small fires crackled in the ruins.

They’re cutting us off, Poe warned as the flames grew higher, creating an effective barrier between you and Poe.

And trapping you with Kylo Ren.

Drawing quick and haggard breaths, you and Ren faced each other in the ruins of your destruction. You weren’t sure if it was an illusion of the dreamscape, or if it were an effect of the battle, but sparks and ash fell from the ceiling. Liquid fire dropped from somewhere above you, and you realized that you’d caught the ancient tapestries bearing the Jedi emblem on fire. They burned, filling the hall with smoke and flames and transforming the landscape of the chamber to something hellish. A massive piece fell across the bridge behind you, enforcing the barrier between you and Poe. Somewhere beyond him, the wall had been ripped apart in one of Kylo Ren’s fits of Force-fueled rage, allowing in a beam of ice cold wind and piercing sunlight.

You faced each other, covered from head-to-toe in dust and ash. You were surprised when Ren flicked his saber off, but you did the same. Ren stood straight, heaving an irritated breath. He reached up, with one hand, pressing a button on the side of his helmet to unlatch the face into a hinge. He pulled it off, revealing his face. The very same face which had been your only friend. His black hair was a mess from the helmet, longer than you’d last seen. But for all appearances, he was still him.

“Ben…” Your voice left you in a whisper. You wondered if you heard it.

“We had a bond, Y/N. We were close.” Ben’s attempt to persuade you to the Dark Side made your heart sink. “We can have that again.”

Don’t do it, Jay, Poe begged, mentally rather than vocally. He would not beg in front of Kylo Ren.

“Join me,” Ben offered his hand to you, an extension of what could be an easy alliance between old friends. He gave the illusion that he still cared for you. “We can rule the galaxy, side-by-side. Like we were meant to.”

You stood there. Outwardly, it may appear as if you were considering your options. You glanced back and forth between them. Ren was unblocked, easily accessible, and behind him was the pitch blackness of the vacant temple corridors, lit by intermittent falling sparks and melting blobs of metal and stone. Behind him was the unknown.

And Poe, cut off from you by a wall of fire, watched anxiously, almost a silhouette from how brightly the midday sunshine streamed into the broken wall behind him, giving you an escape route.

You could destroy Ren. Here and now, if you kept fighting, even if the whole temple came down around you. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t and you wouldn’t, despite all of his atrocities. He still had your brother’s face, his voice. But he was Ben Solo no longer.

But you would not join him, either.

You raced for the barrier of searing flames behind you, refusing to face the Sith Lord any longer. Poe would be there to catch you and save you from burning on the other side.

The last thing Poe remembered clearly was you, on fire, jumping into his arms. From there it was a blur of screaming and patting you down furiously to try and stifle the flames while falling through the very same pitch blackness which had brought you here.

The next thing he knew, he was gasping awake and very, very sore. Here was Tython again, the scent of greenery and the ruins of the Jedi Academy making that obvious. Insects buzzed so loudly compared to the silence in the Temple of Mortis that it hurt Poe’s ears.

After several seconds of agonizing aching muscles, Poe forced past the cramps and stiffness in order to partially stand, head whipping around as he searched for you. He tried to call your name, but all that came out was a haggard cough. Y/N, he tried through the Dyad, and he felt your presence jerk to life on the stone slab on which you’d fainted.

P-Poe—

Your body was worse off than his was, apparently feeling the effects of your battle with Kylo Ren. You could hardly move. Poe sat up, crying out when he learned that his cracked rib had been transferred to the real world. “Fuck!”

Poe fought to get to his feet, clutching at his side in a vain effort to dull the pain. It was still dark, and the stormtrooper transports were still on approach. There was still time.

But very little of it.

Poe limped across the ruins, strapping his blaster over his head and torso in order to have both arms free when he reached you. You tried to roll over, letting out a pained groan when your body barely responded. Poe wondered if anything was seriously broken, but he didn’t have the time to check. He slipped an arm under your knees, and his other under your torso, wincing when the action caused discomfort in his side. Poe took a couple seconds to brace himself, breathing quick through his teeth, before taking the plunge and lifting you off the slab.

“Agh, fuck!!!” Poe’s growl of pain could probably be heard from the ships, but he didn’t care. He had to get you out of here. The dreamscape had left neither of you in any condition to fight. He would just have to push through it.

It took every ounce of strength he had in order to limp back in the direction of the ships. The pain in his side was like fire, hot and uncomfortable and stinging and sharp. He was moving as fast as his body would allow, but the throbbing ache was moving down his leg and making it difficult to move. His eyes watered with the force of trying to hold back his yelps as he tried to move faster through the thick underbrush. You were heavy. Had you been this heavy before? No, you hadn’t. Poe’s arms were trembling, and he’d broken into a cold sweat. Shit… I’m not gonna make it…

The trek to the ships was far too long. Poe was very near screaming now, hardly able to breathe as he approached the Slave, which already thrummed with life. The ramp lowered as he came up to it, revealing a very concerned BB-8. Poe nearly sagged with relief when he saw him, but couldn’t even manage the words to respond properly as BB followed him into the ship with questioning beeps.

Poe sat you down in the cockpit, nearly collapsing with a strangled cry. When BB-8 warbled out questions about what was wrong, Poe found himself nearly thinking to him before he caught himself. “I-I’ll explain later,” Poe forced out between gritted teeth. He got you comfortably adjusted and then hurriedly began to buckle you in.

He froze when your hands, grip weak and feeble, grabbed either side of his face, making him look at you. Poe… You’re hurt. You’re shaking.

Poe pressed his forehead to yours and held your wrists tightly, trying to convey reassurances. I’m fine. We need to get out of here. Need to get to my x-wing. We’re gonna be okay.

Poe staggered away from you, turning to Beebs. “You stay with her, okay? Keep the ship on autopilot and follow my lead. I’ll get us to D’Qar, but she can’t fly.”

BB-8 gave an answering stream of beeping, and Poe staggered from the Slave to Black One. Behind him, the ramp of the Slave closed, its engines firing up and starting to lift off. Alerted by the powered-up ship, the transports were starting their landing sequences right in the clearing you were taking off from. Poe was so glad these transport models didn’t have guns.

He didn’t bother pulling his flight suit on, stuffing it under the seat and forcing the cockpit to close as he was taking off to follow the Slave. The transports, far larger and clunky, couldn’t give chase, but he saw on his screens that they had clearly transmitted to the cruiser in orbit. A fleet of TIEs was bearing down on their position, quickly.

Poe put on his helmet and shook his head to clear it, trying to focus on the controls of his fighter. Come on. Get out of here. Get her out of here. If she’s captured, Ren will have her. Maker, who knows what he’d do to her. He growled through gritted teeth as he forced his arm to move. As he fought through the searing pain, he kept an image of you, weakened by your mental fight with Ren, clear in his mind. Miracle.

He felt your distant, vague response. You were acting like you’d been hit too hard over the head, and Poe didn’t like that. What if your mind had gotten stuck in the blackness that you’d fallen through together? How would he save you from that?

Poe, you said, and he nearly stilled before realizing that he was still in the process of escorting the Slave. I’m fine. Just tired. Keep flying. We need to get into lightspeed.

Poe didn’t realize someone could feel this much relief. You were responding. That was a good sign. You’re gonna be okay. He just needs to get you to D’Qar.

You’d barely exited the atmosphere when the TIEs opened fire. Large scoring burn marks scorched the side of the Slave before Poe was able to shoot down the opposing fighters. When they were dispatched, he inputted the coordinates to D’Qar and punched it, pulling both himself and the Slave into lightspeed. Only when he was certain that there were no pursuing TIEs did he start stripping himself of his jacket and shirt.

He hissed through his teeth when he saw the mess of his ribs: all blacks and blues already. Poe steeled himself and ripped his undershirt into half-haphazard bandages, holding one end in his teeth and applying them as tightly as he could handle, binding his chest. When it was over, the pain was eased slightly, and Poe put his shirt back on as he tried to catch his breath. Chill clung to his sweat-covered skin, and so he donned his jacket again, crossing his arms.

He checked on you again. Miracle…

Poe.

Hearing your voice put him at ease. The latest events clung to his mind like honey, the surrealness of it all finally settling in and allowing him to come to the realization that this had all actually happened. But sleep weighed on him more heavily, exhaustion from the dreamscape dripping off his very bones. You were already dreaming when Poe joined you.

Sharing dreams wasn’t an experience you’d ever thought you’d have.

But as you slept, you dreamed with Poe. Not of him. Your dreams were a confused, chaotic, and dark mess of emotions. Poe would take your hand and lead you through it, or you would. You protected each other, defending one another from formless threats that surfaced from the darkest corners of your minds. Occasionally you would wake, leaving the other also jolting to consciousness. Confusion would vibrate between you until fell back to sleep, into the realm of something quite like fever dreams.

Finally, after the initial discomfort of sharing something so deeply private, there came relief. Comfort. Relaxation. Your dreams became calm meadows where you would lie with Poe and rest under a calm sky. Sometimes it was Yavin IV, sometimes Tython. The only constant was Poe. You kept your hands linked, and no matter what changed around you, your bond remained stable.

When Poe left your dreams, you felt an unusual sense of safety and security until you finally began to wake up for real, when you felt relief not your own. A low groan left your dry throat, which cracked under the pressure of trying to force speech.

“No, hey. Easy, miracle. Don’t try to talk.” You vaguely registered Poe speaking until you were trying to sit up. He gently pressed you back down onto the medical cot you’d been laying on, and your eyes finally focused on him: covered in dirt, clearly exhausted, and disheveled… but still very much Poe. You let him help you lay back, feeling the unfamiliar touch of his hands on you and his mind grazing yours. Weakly, he smiled a bit. “You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re on D’Qar.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say. You knew that he’d been planning on taking you here, and you weren’t exactly opposed to it. For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of his arms. You’d fisted your hands in his sleeves; his thumb moved gently to caress where it was on your shoulder.

“...You look like shit, Poe.”

It was all you could think of, and your voice barely worked… but it made him laugh a little. The sparks danced in his eyes, and you were transfixed. You felt his little burst of curiosity at your sudden wave of adoration, and pulled back. You didn’t want him to know when you had these feelings… although you’re sure that it will take plenty of self-control to reach a point where you wouldn’t simply be always reading one another’s minds. Still… you couldn’t help but smile a little at his reaction, which only seemed to make him happier, even if he couldn’t see it.

Doesn’t matter if I can see it or not, miracle. I can feel it.

You wondered if that’s why the eye contact between you seemed so palpable then. If that’s why, somehow, Poe met your eyes through a screen of transparisteel tinted pitch black on the outside to prevent just that. Your hand moved of its own accord, inching up his arm, skipping his shoulder, hesitated… then you were cupping his face in your hand, running your thumb over the apple of his cheek. Poe surprised you by leaning into your touch. Suddenly he was holding your hand to his face.

Something… happened.

There was something like a pulse, although it felt a bit like a bass drop. You both felt it. Neither of you cared to move, or to wonder what it was. You just simply… were. An emotion neither of you could place buzzed between you, intensely. So intensely that you both just acknowledged it, let it happen, and existed with it. The only thing that existed for you in that moment were the sparks of life, of hope, in Poe Dameron’s eyes. And to him, he saw only the angled helmet that represented the other half of his Dyad, feeling relief that the woman behind it was alright. You felt his relief, just as clearly as your own emotions.

“...You stayed with me,” You voiced aloud, realizing this after a moment. Tython was two days ago, you learned from his mind. Poe had stayed by your side that entire time. His food was brought to him. Leia came to him to hear what he had to report. He hadn’t even so much as wiped his face of the intergalactic ancient ruin dust. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of disbelief. “You need a kriffing shower. Thank the Maker I’ve got my helmet on.”

Poe doubled over into your shoulder with muffled laughter. “Yeah. You’re probably right. But at least I haven’t been locked in a tin can this whole time.”

“Fuck you. Utreekov.”

“Uh huh.”

A series of tentative beeps made Poe sit back up. BB-8 rolled up, emitting worried queries about your well-being. “I’m fine, Beebs,” you croaked. “Just feels like I was hit by a speederbike.”

Beebs squealed happily, but you didn’t miss the droid double-take he gave Poe’s hand on your shoulder, held by yours. You didn’t even realize until then that your thumb had been tracing his knuckles absentmindedly. You reluctantly stopped; Poe wasn’t sure how to feel about that, making you very confused.

“So it is true,” came a familiar voice, and with Poe’s help, you managed to sit up enough to see the owner slowly round a gathering of medical equipment stations to reach your cot. “You truly did form a Dyad.”

“Buir,” You breathed, relieved to see him. A weight was lifted off your shoulders at the sight of your green-clad father, who walked with surprising ease for a near-70 year old. His armor, scraped and dented from decades of use, told stories far beyond even his memory, as it had been the armor of his father, Jango, and his father before. His voice, deep and gravelly, was one heard commonly throughout the Clone Wars, when 10,000 men were carbon-copied from Jango Fett into the perfect soldiers for the Republic.

“Hello, little bantha,” Boba Fett said, “It’s about time you woke up.” He approached with the clink of buckles and heavy footsteps, coming to stand at the bedside opposite of Poe. “Dameron told us everything. Mortis, the Dyad… Ren.”

You’d already come to terms with this in the shared state of dreams that you’d experienced with Poe. You’d known that he would; after all, there wasn’t anything to keep from anyone. Nothing, except your confused feelings that hummed between you like a vibro-blade’s edge.

When you were silent, Boba continued. “Ren is hunting you as he is hunting Skywalker now. Nowhere in the galaxy is safe for you.”

“Real comforting,” You scoffed. “Thanks.”

“I would prefer it if you stayed with the Resistance,” Boba continued, as if you hadn’t spoken. Your heart dropped. Poe was the sole reason you’d never chosen to join, too worried that your feelings for him would make you a burden on any mission. Now, though, with everything in the open, and with you being connected as you were… you needed a safe place to sort through your thoughts. A place where Ren would be less likely to find you. The Resistance, instead of being a lone bounty hunter, would provide you with constant backup. It would be more difficult for Ren to capture you here. You saw the benefits as Boba had taught you to, and you were going to exploit them... for now.

So therefore, you nodded. You didn’t expect to feel Poe’s sudden excitement at that prospect, however. You nodded regardless. “I will, buir.” Poe moved back so that Boba could come closer. Your father put a hand on your shoulder and leaned down in a sort of half-hug, clanking your helmeted foreheads together. Boba Fett did not hug, not in front of anyone. Even if that someone was the other half of your Dyad. “I must go. Din requires my assistance, and I am already late two days to see him. I had to make sure you were alright. Are you well enough for me to go?”

You gave Boba’s arm a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah. I’m fine. Tell Din that I said hello.”

Boba inclined his head to you. As he turned, he spared Poe a wary glance. “Thank you for caring for her, Dameron… Keep in touch with me. I would like to know if anything changes.”

Poe had drawn himself up, trying to portray himself more professionally. “Yes sir.”

Boba regarded him carefully for a moment more before leaving, the sound of his jingling buckles fading slowly. You didn’t get much of a moment alone with BB-8 and Poe, though, because as he left, Leia passed him with a nod of respect.

Sometimes, you found their connection amusing. It was Boba who had hunted Han Solo and imprisoned him in carbonite, intending to return him to Jabba the Hutt, in return for capturing Leia for Darth Vader, her father… or, something like that. You and Ben had often laughed about how awkward it was when both his parents and your father showed up at once, but after his fall to the Dark Side, you tried not to think about how you were connected to him.

You swung your legs off the bed in order to sit next to Poe normally, keeping your hands to yourself no matter how badly you wanted to hold his hand. I’ve been too physical already. Poe was being physical because of the Dyad, not because of anything he might feel for you: he didn’t feel the same. You didn’t need to be all over him and confuse him further.

“General,” Poe said as Leia came within earshot. He felt comforted by her presence in the way he would if his mother had approached, you noted. She was like a mother figure. To both of you.

“Poe,” Leia replied, “I see our patient has finally woken up.” Her wizened gaze settled on you. “How do you feel, Y/N?”

“Mostly tired,” You admitted softly, feeling at ease enough to do so. “But otherwise fine. My father would like it if I stayed here, but I won’t without your blessing.”

“Which you have,” Leia said immediately. She put a hand on Poe’s shoulder. “Dameron told us everything that happened; and I’m sure you know one of the reasons he came to see you.”

You nodded, although you felt the need to look at Poe pointedly. “I’m not mad, by the way.”

A soft smile settled on his features. “...I know.”

Leia smiled… a bit knowingly. “I’ve only ever heard of Dyads. Luke spoke about them, although I’m afraid I can’t tell you much about it.”

“It’s a little scary,” Poe mumbled, dropping his gaze to the floor. You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or to Leia, but you agreed with him wholeheartedly. “I mean, suddenly knowing so much about her, and her about me, and just…” His dark orbs met yours, conveying a sense of worry. “Feeling each other, like this… it’s a lot to take in.”

“I’m sure it is,” Leia scoffed, “A bond like that isn’t something that you can adjust to overnight. You both need time, which is something you don’t have. I can give you a couple days before I send you back out on a mission, Poe.”

“That’s not necessary, general,” Poe insisted, “We’re good. We need a shower and some food, definitely some more sleep, but we’re good. Right, miracle?”

“Don’t hold back on our account,” You agreed. The war effort certainly needed Poe Dameron, and Luke needed you. “In fact, I was wondering if you might have any job for me. I’m sure there are plenty of places you’re searching for Luke. Or Lor San Tekka.”

Leia was slowly nodding at your proposal. “Out of anyone, you’re the most qualified to search for him… Well, besides me. I was hoping you’d offer.” Her hand moved to your shoulder, and like Poe, she seemed to be able to meet your eyes through your helmet. “But for now, you need rest. Both of you. I’ll send Threepio to show you to an empty room you can use.”

A part of you wished that Poe would offer for you to stay with him. The thought of sleeping alone— although you’d been doing it your whole life— now made you anxious. You didn’t let him know that, though, because he didn’t offer. He only gave you a sympathetic smile. The thought stung, a little, that he hadn’t enjoyed the closeness as much as you thought he did, but that was your own fault. You shouldn’t have expected that.

You pushed those thoughts away. You hadn’t seen C-3PO in years, and you’d readily admit that you missed the droid. “Thank you, general.”

Poe got off the edge of the cot with stiff muscles, standing there for a second to orient himself. “Food first, commander,” Leia told him, “You haven’t eaten much since you brought her here.”

Poe only nodded, far too exhausted to do much more than that. Had he even had his wounds properly treated yet? Had he even told anyone about them?

Yes and yes, Poe answered, and you jumped as you stepped down. Leia didn’t mention it, only continuing to Poe, “If you’re truly ready to continue your missions, I’ll need to see you tomorrow morning for a briefing.”

“I’ll be there,” Poe confirmed.

Leia began to turn away. “I’ll send C-3PO to the mess hall. After you eat, make sure you get some rest.”

You and Poe didn’t say much in response as she walked away. Poe took the lead, although he stood close enough so that your sides nearly brushed. It was a comforting presence to feel, rather than unwelcome. You still weren’t used to it, however. As you left the medbay, you came to realize that it was around noon, meaning the hallways and corridors of the underground base were full of Resistance members, nearly all of which paused to watch you and Poe pass. You heard vague whispers of Fett, and knew that you were recognized— unlike most of the time, when you relished the feel of being so memorable in your father’s legacy that everyone knew you on sight, you’d rather it if the floor were to open up and swallow you right there.

Unfortunately, you weren’t guarding your emotions as well as you thought.

Poe, alerted by your strong waves of anxiety, linked your fingers together lightly. It wasn’t as obvious as holding hands, but it was still plenty comforting. I’m right here, Jay.

Why is it easier for you? Blocking your mind?

It’s not, Poe glanced at you and took a deep breath. It’s not easy at all.

You left that as it was. Clearly it was difficult for him to keep his thoughts in check, too. You wondered if you were just unobservant or were unintentionally tuning out his emotions.

When you entered the dimly-lit central control room, Poe said lowly, “Welcome to D’Qar.” It wasn’t much to look at— old stone that had apparently once housed a Rebel base back in the day, now overgrown with vines and weeds which were still being plucked over by mouse droids. The tech was secondhand or knockoffs, and you realized how very little the Resistance had to work with.

“...Looks like shit,” Was all you could manage.

Poe shrugged halfheartedly. “Yeah, well…”

You looked at him. “I mean that affectionately.” You truly did. It was old, imperfect, and fraught with disaster waiting to happen. It felt like home to you, or maybe a place you could call home.

Poe nodded. “Sure you do.” He knew you meant it.

The mess hall was mostly empty, thankfully, and after collecting trays and a couple of portion packets (which was more than you got on a regular day out at work), you chose a seat well away from everyone else. You were unfamiliar with this type of portion, and so watched carefully as Poe tore the package open with his teeth before filling a bowl with the steamy water from a thermos. He plopped in the white mash, and then worked on peeling out the green strips that resembled seaweed. You mimicked his actions, although you were able to use a knife to open yours. By the time he’d freed the green strips of protein, the white mash had bubbled into something soft that resembled bread.

“It’s not very good,” Poe warned as he pulled out the bread with his fork and set it on his tray, “But it’s food.”

“I’m sure I’ve had worse,” You muttered, grimacing as he decided to eat the green strips raw. He made a face, taking a sip of water to wash it down.

When he was finished, he choked out, “I’m sure you haven’t.”

You unlatched your helmet, pulling it up a bit in order to take a bite of the green stuff yourself. You’d learned well from Din— not even your chin was revealed, but you were able to eat without issue. Poe was right; the raw, poorly-processed nutrition tasted vile, like chemicals and stagnant water. You forced it down anyway, trying to think of something worse. Eventually, you managed to scoff as you cut a piece of the bread away with your fork. “You’ve clearly never had womp rat.”

Poe frowned mid-chew. “...You’ve had womp rat?”

You shrugged. The memory wasn’t a particularly pleasant one. It had been one of your first jobs. You were starving, had gotten lost, and your quarry had escaped, so you’d done only what was necessary. “You do what you’ve gotta do to survive, Poe.”

Poe slowly nodded, pushing himself through another bite of the green stuff. “That’s true.”

The rest of the meal was spent in comfortable silence— outwardly. Within your own minds, you and Poe were essentially staring at each other like a couple of curious lothcats about newcomers. The metallic whirring of a special protocol droid’s footsteps as you finished eating brought your attention to the familiar golden droid as he approached. “Welcome back to D’Qar, Master Dameron. And welcome to you as well, Lady Fett.”

Poe rolled his eyes, skin crawling at the title. You felt oddly humored by Threepio’s term for you. “Hello, Threepio,” you said, “How are you?”

“Just fine, thank you,” Threepio replied, body jerking to address you, “Although I’m sure it might be difficult to recognize me, with the red arm. I assure you I am quite the same as always.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. You hadn’t even noticed his out-of-place appendage. “I didn’t notice at all. I’d recognize you anywhere, buddy.”

Threepio balked a bit in surprise. “Oh. I’m quite flattered you would say such a thing, my lady.”

Poe snorted. He’s so much older than all of us and has lived through three wars, yet he treats us like his superiors.

It’s his programming, you answered, although I wish he was able to acknowledge how important he is.

You barely caught Poe’s fond smile. It was almost wistful. Maybe even yearning. And it was directed on you, with stars in his eyes. You felt a surge of… something from him. You weren’t sure what it was, and neither was he. The moment passed as quickly as it arrived, though, because Poe was standing up. “I’m… I’m gonna go to my quarters, if you’re okay with Threepio.”

You’re not sure why him leaving you for his quarters stung. It shouldn’t. Don’t be clingy, you chastised yourself. “I’m okay.”

Poe awkwardly nodded before reluctantly setting off. You started to feel anxious watching him leave, which was a first. It was usually only sadness, mourning a love you’d never have. There was that, of course, and it was worse now. “You were never gonna tell me that you’ve been in love with me this whole time, huh?”

His words echoed in your ears. He knew now, and he hadn’t said anything more than that about it. Clearly, he didn’t feel the same. How were you supposed to have a Dyad with the man you loved when he didn’t love you back? When he found the love of his life, it would tear you apart. Would you hinder his happiness, with him able to feel your grief?

“My lady,” Threepio said, and you jerked, realizing that he had been trying to get your attention.

“Sorry, Threepio. What were you saying?”

“Only that I can take you to your quarters now if you wish, Lady Fett,” he responded, to which you nodded and stood.

Your quarters were only large enough, really, for a small strip of floor, a tiny desk, a cot in the stone wall, and a door leading off to the fresher. It was more than you’d expected, and Threepio let you know that you had gotten one of the commander’s quarters so that you would have your own private fresher, courtesy of Leia’s direct orders, so that you would have somewhere to remove and clean your armor. You resolved to thank her personally in the morning, but you asked Threepio to relay the message anyway ahead of you.

Once your door was locked, you painstakingly removed your beskar, piece by piece, until they were in a neat pile on the bed. Your helmet came off very last, the chilly air of the room making the hair on the back of your neck stand up on edge. You hadn’t had your mask off in over twenty-four hours, which you were unused to. The lonely recesses of space, hidden away in the Slave, had given you the privacy you’d needed to take it off most of the time. It wasn’t a part of your Creed to keep the armor on, but it was something you refused to do for anyone, unless they were very close to you. You stared into your own reflection of the transparisteel visor, frowning at yourself. Would you ever be able to remove it in front of anyone?

With a sigh, you placed it on the bed next to your plates. Your flight suit, gloves, and boots came off next, followed by your socks, undershirt and shorts. It was all neatly arranged on the bed, and the jetpack leaned against the nightstand. Feeling vulnerable and exposed without your armor and quite literally entirely naked, you rushed into the fresher.

You took your time. Hot water was something you very rarely experienced, and you took advantage of that, relaxing under the spray until it began to grow cold. Only then did you begin to scrub at your skin, careful of the bruises and scrapes from your fight with Ben.

Ben…

You hadn’t thought about it, until now. Now it was all you could think about. “We can have that again.” You missed him, more than you’d realized. You tried to grope for your anger and use it as a wall for your grief, but it was a weak and feeble defense. You wanted your brother back, and if you wouldn’t join him in his atrocities, he only wanted you dead.

Before you could stop yourself, you’d sunk to the floor of the tub, tugged your knees to your chest, and burst into tears. The scar on your thigh made whatever last dregs of mental protection you may have had crumble around you, and you were sobbing hard as you traced the outline of the mark which held so much grief for you. Why did I leave that night? Would things have turned out any differently if I hadn’t?

Miracle…

Poe’s voice in your head made you jump and gasp.

Sorry.

He stood solemnly outside your bathroom door, freshly showered himself and very concerned. I felt you. He didn’t need to ask if you were okay. It was a stupid question, and the answer was very clearly no. You buried your face in your knees, trying to gather the strength to finish rinsing yourself clean.

I’ll clean your armor.

You don’t have to do that.

You need it. Poe was insistent. In his mind, he felt that you needed it ready so that you could comfortably exit the bathroom with him able to remain with you. His thoughtfulness made your already vulnerable emotions rear a new head, one that was grateful beyond words.

So while you finished in the shower, Poe cleaned your armor until it was like new, even taking your flight suit and underclothes to the nearest laundry room while leaving you under BB-8’s watchful eye. When he returned, you had just gotten out of the fresher and stood on the other side of the door with a towel wrapped around you securely.

While Poe stood with his back to the rest of the room by the door, BB-8 ferried you your armor, piece by piece. Your underclothes and flight suit were warm and gave you a fuzzy, comforting feeling as you clamped on your pieces of beskar over it. The inside of your helmet smelled like an air freshener, which made you smile a bit. You ensured your hair was dry before putting it on. Only when you were entirely covered from head to toe did you exit the bathroom, thanking BB-8 softly. The only thing you hadn’t put on was your jetpack— and Din’s old cape, of course.

Poe turned back around when he was certain you were decent, for a Mandalorian. You stared at him wordlessly for several moments. “...Thank you, Poe.”

He knew you didn’t mean just for the armor. He smiled softly. “You don’t ever have to thank me, miracle.”

You spoke before you could stop yourself. “Do you…” When your voice cracked, you tried to start over. “Do you think there’s any chance… for Ben to come back to us? Or… or do you think he’s truly lost forever?”

Poe hesitated. “...Nothing’s ever for sure in this galaxy, Jay. But even when all we have is hope… at least it’s something.” His hands dropped from his hips as he came closer to you. “I miss him, too.”

He wrapped you in his arms, in his emotions and mind, tugging you closer than close as if he was trying to squeeze all doubt and fear out of you. “We’re not gonna stop trying to get him back, Y/N.”

You fisted your hands in his jacket and buried your helmeted face in the dip of his shoulder. “...We have to find Luke first.”

“Yeah,” Poe agreed. “Luke first.”

Wordlessly, he pulled you down onto the bed. Immediately, you entangled yourselves so that you were as close as you could possibly get. But sleep before Luke, miracle.

You felt so safe and calm in his embrace that you very nearly let it slip. Three words that would change everything, even though he already knew you felt them.

I won’t hold it against you, came the vaguest whisper of a thought.

You hesitated. It was more of a powerful, strong emotion than any words, but he felt it and held you tighter, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly as he started to fall asleep. I love you.

Poe registered the emotion, but it wasn’t until you began to doze that he actually responded with words.

…I know.

He meant far more than he’d say.

When Poe woke up, he was acutely aware of the way you were clinging to him— legs entangled with his, arms encircling his torso under his jacket, head nestled under his. It couldn’t possibly be comfortable to sleep in all that armor; he wondered if you’d ever feel comfortable enough with him to sleep without it.

He could feel your exhaustion. Your battle with Ren had left you in shambles, both physically and emotionally. He hadn’t been as close to him as you were; he couldn’t imagine it. Your eyes were most likely swollen from crying, and he ended up giving you a reassuring squeeze even though you were asleep. You were scared of Ren, but you missed Ben; he wished he could protect you better from both of them.

BB-8 beeped softly, reminding him of his meeting with Leia. “Oh. Yeah. Stay with her, buddy? Let her know where I went when she wakes up.” BB-8 replied with a series of quiet whirs as Poe meticulously plucked himself out of your grasp, slithering with surprising stealth out of the cot before hurrying out of the room. He was hungry, and still tired, and his cracked rib ached; but the bacta patch did wonders, and he’d grab breakfast and a caf on his way back to you.

It was only Leia in the briefing room when he entered. Suddenly aware of his disheveled state, he straightened his clothes and ran a hand through his curls to try and seem more presentable. Leia snorted with amusement. “I’ve seen you look worse, Poe.”

Poe shrugged. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try to look any better.”

The mirth in Leia’s eyes left, and her frown deepened. “How is she?”

“Tired,” Poe replied immediately, then, after a moment, “...She misses him.”

A darkness swept over her face at the mention of her lost son. “Me too.” She didn’t let the grief linger for longer than it needed to, focusing instead on the task at hand. “Are you ready for your next mission, Poe?”

Poe nodded resolutely. “Of course.” He already knew what it was: find Lor San Tekka. He just needed a destination.

“You cannot fail, Poe,” Leia told him as she leaned against the desk.

Poe’s hands found his hips, taking the pressure on him in stride. “I know, General Organa. I understand what’s at stake.”

“I’m not sure you do,” Leia sighed, “Not yet.” Shadows danced in her dark gaze as she remembered a time when star destroyers terrorized every planet, and any one of them at any given time may have had Darth Vader on board. “You grew up in a galaxy where the Empire had already been defeated. Everything you know about their capacity for evil, you know secondhand.”

She was right, of course. But Poe had conviction. “General, with respect, I’ve fought the First Order before and beat them every time. Once in a ship that had to be at least fifty years old. They aren’t the Empire. Not even close.”

“No,” Leia agreed, but her next statement proved ominous. “Not yet.” She continued as she crossed over the room to grab a holopad. “Many across the galaxy are attempting to curry favor with the First Order by selling them information. Thanks to your efforts on those missions you’re so proud of, we were able to intercept some of that intelligence before it reached Supreme Leader Snoke. It tells us a great deal about his plans— but most importantly, it is clear that the First Order is searching for my brother.”

“Luke Skywalker,” Poe inputted, although it wasn’t where his mind went first. It cast to the Mandalorian he’d left asleep in her quarters, watched over by his droid.

Luckily, it seemed Leia also thought of you. “Yes. And Y/N. We cannot allow the First Order to find them. We cannot.”

“We have Y/N,” Poe said, relieved at that, “She’s safe with us. But what about Luke? Do you have any idea where he is yet?”

Leia hesitated, chewing her lip. “...No.”

“What about Lor San Tekka?” Poe questioned further. “If…”

Without another word, Leia activated the holopad, showing Poe an image of an elderly man meditating underneath an enormous orb. He reminded him of a Jedi himself, but that definitely wasn’t Luke. “Who is that?” It was a ridiculous question, in hindsight, because he realized who it must be seconds after he asked.

“Lor San Tekka,” Leia answered anyway, a bit amused, “He’s been all over the galaxy— there’s not a sacred site or Jedi ruin he hasn’t seen. He’s supposed to be dead, but this holovid you intercepted shows him alive, and older than the last time I saw him. He could still be out there, and if he is, he’s our best hope for finding Luke— besides Y/N.”

Leia shut the holopad off and proceeded to hand him a datachip. “We know Lor San Tekka is alive. The First Order does not. This is a huge opportunity for us to get ahead of them, but we have to act on it now, before the First Order learns the truth. The site’s location is in our records. I need you to go there and ask Lor San Tekka for help.”

“And if he’s not there?” It was an entirely logical possibility. One Poe had a feeling he’d be facing.

Warmth passed over Leia’s face as she took a seat at her desk. “You know why you’re getting this assignment, Poe?” He waited, an eyebrow arched in question. “Because you don’t need to be told every little thing. Just get it done.”

Poe nodded. “Yes, general. I’ll leave right away.”

“Not yet,” Leia stopped him from turning away. “I’ve authorized you to select a small squadron. Four more pilots and a technician. It’s unlikely you’ll run into trouble. This planet is at the back end of the galaxy. Still… you never know.”

Already, Poe was running through a mental list of those whom he thought would make the best choices. “Right. Better safe than sorry. I’ll pick good people.”

Leia fixed him with a stern stare. “You better. I’ve been on my fair share of missions like this. Things can fall apart quickly, sometimes before you realize what’s happening. Whomever you choose… make sure they’re people you can trust.”

Poe already had the list in mind. He’s sure he can persuade them… but… “One more thing, general.” She raised an eyebrow, urging him silently to go on. Poe fiddled with the datachip in his hand, feeling awkward when he asked, “Would… would it be a good idea to take Y/N?” If he was being honest, it was a partially selfish request. He couldn’t imagine being that far away from you… not yet.

Leia smirked a little, amused. “That’s a very good idea. Perhaps Lor San Tekka might be more inclined to help if one of Luke’s old students was with you. But the decision is fully up to her, Poe. If you can convince her…”

She left it at that. Poe thanked her and set out with the datachip in his pocket, his destinations altered slightly. Breakfast, however quick, could wait.

He needed you on this mission, and he wasn’t quite sure yet as to why he felt so strongly about that.

What jerked you awake was the sensation of loneliness. You didn’t like that, despite having slept like this for so many years before your Dyad. You’d hardly sat up when BB-8 rolled over, emitting soft sounds of reassurance. “Hi, Beebs,” you croaked out, voice hoarse from a night of crying yourself to sleep. You found yourself missing the embrace Poe had you locked in all night; it felt strange to wake up without it.

BB-8 whirled at you; apparently Poe had gone to see Leia, but no sooner had he told you this did the door to your quarters open. Poe stepped half-in, seeming convicted about something. “You ready to go find Lor San Tekka?”

Immediately, you stood up, grabbing your jetpack and cape. “When do we leave?”

You weren’t expecting the relief that came from him. He didn’t want to go without me, you realized. With BB-8 following closely at your heels, you and Poe exited the room side-by-side. Poe didn’t have to verbally explain anything to you; with a flood of memories he couldn’t stop, you experienced his briefing with Leia secondhand. It was… still strange, to say the least.

For BB-8’s sake, though, he did explain a bit. “Not sure where we’re going, yet; I haven’t looked at the chip. You remember the way to mess, Jay?” You nodded. It was a fairly easy route, helped by your memories from Poe. “Alright. Beebs, after that, take her to hangar six. You remember that old T-65 tandem?”

“I can’t take the Slave?” You understood why after you said it, waving a hand in dismissal. “Nevermind. If word gets out that my ship is with the Resistance, Ren will know who I’m with. Right now he only knows about us; the longer we can keep who I throw my cards with a secret, the more of an advantage I’ll have.”

BB-8 beeped in acknowledgement of Poe’s orders. “Thanks, buddy. I’ll meet you there; I have to go pick my squadron.”

“Any idea of who you’ll choose?”

Poe nodded. “I’ve got a few. See you at the hangar.”

Poe had hardly gotten three steps when you called him back. “Aren’t you eating any breakfast?”

He smiled a little, buzzing with a weird emotion you didn’t quite understand. “I’ll grab something before I head to the hangar. Promise.”

It was weird; it didn’t matter that Poe was entirely out of your line of sight and earshot, you could still feel little bursts of emotion from him— frustration at tripping over a mouse droid, excitement when Wexley agreed to join his squadron— and still catch bits and pieces of his thoughts. You wondered if he could feel the same from you.

After a small and horrid breakfast that you weren’t going to complain about (it was far more than you’d ever had on your own), you asked BB-8 to escort you to the central control room. There, you found a buzz of Resistance members and commanders, most of which paused momentarily to watch you as you entered the room. You ignored their gazes and approached the one person in the room that didn’t make a Mandalorian entering a very big deal at all.

“General Organa,” You said, and she turned with a small smile.

“Y/N. I trust that Poe’s told you about the mission at hand?”

“He has,” You confirmed, then, as you followed her from station-to-station, “I’m going with him.”

“That’s wonderful,” Leia said, quietly giving her permission for some order or another, “Lor might be more inclined to help if you’re with them. Poe knew Luke, but you were one of his students; your bond with my brother is second only to mine.” She turned a warm smile on you, seeming to read your mind. “Even if you’re not a Jedi.”

You dipped your head to her out of respect. “I also wanted to thank you for the private quarters, general.”

“Threepio told me.”

“I wanted to relay it to you personally as well.”

Leia smiled, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. You’re one of us now.”

One of us. It was something you’d longed to hear your whole life. Why did you let your feelings for Poe dictate your place in the war? What kind of naïve thoughts had you been thinking? It was far worse now, and now you were stuck close to him: but it could be ignored. It hurt, certainly, but with everyone’s focus on the war efforts, it wasn’t as palpable as you’d thought it would be.

Leia gestured to a far corner of the room, shadows flicking across her eyes. You followed her movement and felt a wave of nostalgia and sorrow. “You should say hello. I like to think that he can still hear us, like a coma.”

You nodded, making your way there; BB-8 stayed back a bit, giving you a moment as you knelt before the older droid. He hadn’t moved an inch from the position he was in the day he’d went to sleep, but it seemed out of respect, people kept him free of dust and cobwebs. “...Hey, Artoo,” You said, in a whisper. You wished he’d burst to life with those familiar beeps and whistles, wiggling a bit on his stabilizers in excitement to see you. But there was no life in R2-D2. He seemed only an empty shell of himself, the reminder of a droid who had been so riddled with grief at the disappearance of his master that he’d powered down. You put a hand on his body, feeling no warmth from his converters. He was cold, and still… like he was dead. It was impossible, really, for a droid to die this way, but it certainly felt like that was what had happened to him. You leaned against him in a half-hug. “Miss you, buddy.” After a moment, you whispered to him, “We’ll find Luke, okay? I know it, in my heart. We’ll find him.” Maybe it was your imagination, but you swore you heard the faintest echo of his curious little beeps. When you pulled back, there was still no sign of consciousness in R2, and so with a pat on his head, you left with BB-8 for hangar six.

—DAMERON—

Poe’s new squadron— Black Squadron, named after his x-wing— was made up solely of people he trusted with his life.

Temmin “Snap” Wexley, and his wife whom Poe had served in the Republic Navy with, Karé Kun; Jessika Pava, whom Poe had also known from the Navy; L’ulo, who’d helped to raise Poe and was a respected war veteran from the days of the Rebellion; and Oddy Muva, a new but promising addition to the tech team who was undergoing training to become a pilot.

And then there was you, of course, who Poe trusted above them all.

Poe didn’t ask you to join Black Squadron, not yet. You were still adjusting to the idea of even being on base, and he knew you weren’t sure about actually joining yet. He didn’t want to push you into doing anything; for now, he wanted to focus on one mission at a time.

When he reached the hangar, Black Squadron was gathered, fully ready for departure, where their x-wings had been gathered. The T-65 tandem was there in place of his beloved Black One, and you stood against its foremost landing gear with your arms crossed, BB-8 by your side. Black Squadron spoke quietly amongst themselves, eyeing you warily; he wondered if any of them had even ever seen a Mandalorian in real life. Had anyone, including yourself, even explained why you were there?

Seemingly not. Snap approached him, meeting him halfway and glancing back at you with something like worry. “Who is she?”

“That’s Y/N,” Poe answered calmly, “Y/N Fett. She was one of Luke’s students before Kylo Ren destroyed the Academy.”

Snap recognized the story and frowned. “Is she the one who was close with… him?” Poe reluctantly nodded, knowing where Snap was going with this. Snap’s frown deepened, hands on his hips. “How do you know you can trust her? How do you know she’s not working with him?”

Poe put a reassuring hand on Snap’s shoulder. “She’s not.”

“How do you—“

“I just do, Snap…” He fixed his second-in-command with a sympathetic but stern look. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” Snap answered immediately.

“I trust her,” Poe emphasized, “So you can, too.”

Snap hesitated for a moment before giving in with a shake of his head, patting Poe on the back. “Alright. Whatever you say, Poe.”

With Snap somewhat satisfied but still wary, the two men made their way back to the group. It’s only a natural response, your voice made Poe jump, earning a strange look from Snap. Sorry. In his place, I’d do the same.

So would I, Poe agreed, glancing at you meaningfully. It didn’t go unnoticed by either of you that the others caught on, especially L’ulo, who hummed thoughtfully as he tapped a rhythm on his chin.

Poe took a breath as he took in his squadron. A sense of pride overcame him at seeing them all gathered and ready so quickly for the mission. “Alright, alright! Look at you guys. Looking good— looking tough!” His attention focused on Oddy, who shifted his weight awkwardly off to the side. “All the ships fueled up and ready, Oddy?”

“Yeah, Poe,” Oddy sighed, almost regretfully, “I wish I were coming with you, though.”

“You’ll get your shot, buddy,” Poe promised, putting a hand on the tech’s shoulder. “Little more training and you’ll be right up there with us. One thing the Resistance needs, it’s pilots.”

“Where are we going, anyway?” Jess spoke up, bringing Poe’s attention to her on his way to the ship you waited at. “I was working on my engines— had an idea to get my power converter efficiency up by like fifteen percent. And then you called us up for…” She waved a hand generally, encompassing the gathered fighters and pilots in her gesture. “Whatever this is. Had to put the whole thing back together before I was finished.”

“I’m sorry, Jess,” Poe sighed, genuinely regretful. An x-wing with better converter efficiency would make a better weapon against the First Order, but it would have to wait. “It’s classified. At least, for now.” Jess’s face fell.

“Classified,” L’ulo scoffed, “I’ve been fighting with Leia for decades. I was at Endor. You’d think that'd earn me a little trust.”

Karé couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “And Snap fought at Jakku. You’re lucky they let either of you old-timers anywhere near a fighter these days. Don’t complain.”

“Come on, Karé,” Snap frowned, “I was like sixteen at Jakku.”

“What about the Mandalorian?” Jess asked, making you tense. Poe glanced back at you worriedly. “Is it classified for her?”

Poe dodged the question. “Snap, Jess, L’ulo, Karé, Oddy; this is Y/N Fett.” Their expressions noticeably shifted, making you somewhere between slightly arrogant and uncomfortable. “She was…” He hesitated. The mission really was classified for now. Nobody knew yet that the First Order was looking for Luke, much less Lor San Tekka. Explaining your presence here… He’d already told Snap too much, but his friend remained silent; albeit he bore a questioning frown. “She’ll be able to help us on this mission. Leia requested me to find her specifically.” It wasn’t a lie.

Real smooth, you teased, lighthearted.

Shut up, Poe countered, flushing a bit. Shaking your head with amusement, you started to climb into the backseat of the tandem x-wing when BB-8 was being pulled into the droid compartment. Poe went up after you. To his gathered allies, he said, with every ounce of genuine feeling in him, “You are my team. You are my friends. We are Black Squadron… and it’s an honor.”

Poe donned his helmet and closed the cockpit, starting up the launching sequence. There was a loud clang behind him, making him jump and half-turn to see what the hell you were doing back there—

“Sorry. It’s kind of hard to get strapped in when my jetpack is on my back.”

Poe fought a smile. He wasn’t sure why you sounded so sweet to him just then.

You scoffed. “I’m a Mandalorian, Poe. I don’t do sweet.”

Poe snorted, flipping the necessary switches to launch his starfighter. “Yeah, well, I’m a commander. I don’t do hot ass either.”

You were silent for a moment. “...You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

You sounded absolutely mortified, making Poe laugh from deep in his chest. “No, it’s okay. I lied. I do actually do hot ass. I think I’ve got a great ass.”

Your groan of annoyance made him laugh harder. “Please, shut up—“

“No, I’m serious! I have an amazing ass if it can attract a Mandalorian’s attention.”

Snap’s voice through the comms made you both go deathly silent. “Um, guys? You do realize that your comms are on an open channel, right?”

Poe blushed deeply up to his hairline, silently cursing himself out. He cleared his throat. “N-no I didn’t. Thanks for pointing that out, Black Two.”

Then he heard something he didn’t expect.

Your laughter.

And not like a chuckle. From the depths of your torso, strong enough to make you double over, you laughed, without reserve. Poe actually turned his head to try and see, able to just barely, unaware of how widely he was smiling until his cheeks started to hurt. Hands down, your laugh was the single most beautiful sound he’d ever heard in his life. It was like silver bells, or x-wing engines, or the sound of wildlife on Yavin. It felt like home, and Poe watched in awe as you even had to reach up under your helmet to wipe away tears of laughter. If the price of hearing that was his embarrassment, he’d gladly become the laughingstock of the entire galaxy just to hear it.

He didn’t let you know it; he didn’t want you to think he was taking advantage of you because of the Dyad. But he wondered if you felt the fuzzy warmth that spread from the center of his chest to take over the entirety of his body, forcing him to keep smiling in order to let out some of the emotion that way he didn’t simply combust in his seat.

“Oh, Maker,” L’ulo said teasingly, and Poe glanced over to his friend’s a-wing; he watched Poe fondly and shook his head with amusement. Poe knew that tone; it was the same one he’d use whenever Poe would come home with a new crush on a girl from school. He didn’t pay the mocking any mind, though, too busy trying to infuse the sound of your laughter deep into his memory.

—FETT—

Ovanis was more of an asteroid than an actual planet, as far as you could tell. Rocky and all but uninhabitable on the surface, intel stated that the civilization could be found in cave systems below the jagged rocks that made up the land for as far as they eye could see after you entered the atmosphere.

Poe gave the order for Black Squadron to wait as he— and in turn, you— went to explore for an entrance. He found one, alright, and was intent on exploring it before the rest of his squadron to determine the threat level. His insistence to put himself in danger before anyone else made you worry for him, but you were also kind of proud.

“Watch this.”

Nevermind. “Poe what—“ You bit back a cry of alarm as Poe suddenly pitched the x-wing into a steep dive, spinning toward a small and seemingly unimportant cave opening. BB-8 whistled in alarm. “You’ll see.”

“Poe, I swear to the Maker, if you get us killed by smashing us into rock or something—“

“Do you trust me, miracle?” Poe asked, not pulling up.

Your heart was in your throat; you hated flying if someone else was piloting. But… This was Poe. “...Yeah, Poe, I trust you.”

“Then hang on.”

You did.

You’d only ever heard about Poe’s expertise. Maybe that was what he was trying to show you here. At nearly top speed, he shot into the cave, which sharply turned; he caught it, following the path of the tunnel like he’d been here a million times. No matter how closely the s-foils came to the walls of the cave, they never caught on anything or scraped against the walls. Poe even flipped, dodging a particularly low-hanging stalagmite with such finesse you wondered exactly how Force-sensitive he really was.

Somehow, he slipped straight through two closing steel doors with little else but small rock debris crumbling from the ceiling as a warning. The x-wing came so dangerously close you could feel the rumble in your chest from how violently they closed. You would’ve been crushed.

Unshaken, Poe continued forward, doors nor hanging daggers of rock phasing him in the slightest. You were… in a little bit of awe. You’d never seen such skill in a pilot. The controls were like extensions of himself, fully in his command. You would’ve crashed by now if you’d been flying.

BB-8 whirred in alarm, and Poe was able to respond easily while still flying. “You’re picking up a signal? Listen, BB-8, I think we’ve got more immediate problems, okay? See if you can send out a bounce pulse, get a map going, maybe let me see some of those turns ahead of the—“

He was interrupted by the s-foils scraping against the walls due to the shrinking tunnel, jolting the whole ship violently. Poe slowed down. “Any time now, buddy!”

You saw the glow of a holomap appear on Poe’s dashboard, followed by a slew of beeps on BB-8’s end. “I see it. Cavern opens up a bit ahead. Might give us more room to move.”

BB-8 asked something else, making you chuckle a bit. Poe scoffed in disbelief. “No, we can’t turn around. Got no choice here, pal. This is the only way in, and I don’t feel like flying home and telling General Organa we couldn’t complete the mission because we got scared of a cave. Besides, don’t you want to see what’s down here? I know I do. What about you, Jay?”

You often got in trouble with Luke for going off to explore the lands around the academy, as those escapades ended more often than not with injury on your part. It was as if something was always calling you deeper, farther, until you’d thoroughly explored whatever area you were in; it was something that gave you an edge as a bounty hunter. No stone was ever left unturned. “I’d love to see more,” You answered, “But… I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Poe actually laughed, although you’re sure he felt the very same unease about the upcoming chamber that you did; after all, he’d felt uneasy around the Jedi Temple Guards. “That just means things are about to get interesting.”

You couldn’t help but snort under your breath. “You’re a chaotic man, Poe Dameron.”

“That’s what gives me my charm,” Poe retorted as you entered the vast chamber, made into a maze by the stalagmites and stalactites that filled it. It almost resembled a mouth full of sharp teeth. In any case, it gave Poe more room to move. “Okay, that’s better.” He wiggled the x-wing a bit in the space, testing to see if anything was damaged. “Looks like we’re through the worst of it. Man, that was some maze.”

“I’ve never seen anything like that, in all my years as a bounty hunter.”

He knew that you weren’t talking about the cave. You could barely see his face when he turned to half-look at you over his shoulder, but you knew he was flushing. “...Thanks, miracle.” He slowed even further. “Let’s slow it down. Maybe catch our breath here for a second?”

He’d hardly finished the sentence when fire and debris flashed in your vision suddenly, followed by a horrendous shudder like an earthquake. Overhead, the ceiling began to crumble, more explosions rattling your surroundings, and Poe launched into action as alarms began to blare. BB-8 screamed in a very droid fashion, but Poe almost effortlessly navigated through the crumbling debris. You yelped, clinging to the back of Poe’s seat with a white-knuckled grip that made your gloves squeak in protest. “Great. Proximity mines in the ceiling— the whole thing’s coming down on us! This is a kill box! We gotta get outta here, pal, find me an exit!”

BB-8 whirred frantically, only finding one suitable exit. “Got it— hold tight, guys!” It didn’t take Poe long to get you there, but the problem was that there was yet another door. Bigger, faster to move, it was already closing on your approach. BB-8 cried out in terror. “Yes, BB-8, I see that the door is closing!”

The distance was too great, and it was closing too fast— the opening was far too small for the x-wing.

“Yes, Y/N, I know we’re not gonna make it!” Poe went faster. “Come on… Divert all power to engines!” The x-wing lurched forward. “Okay, okay… We can do this! Probably!”

“I’m not settling for probably, Poe!” You cried, extending an arm in the direction of the door over his shoulder. In this situation, it was briefly difficult to focus on the Force, but you made yourself do it, manipulating it to hold the door— even push it a little farther open. It was heavy, and it tried to move regardless thanks to powerful gears in the walls. You could hear the strain of metal even through the cockpit. You’ve got this, miracle— I’m right here with you.

Poe gave the x-wing a final push, turning vertically; he zipped through cleanly, and not a moment too soon. With a shuddering gasp, you let go of the Force, allowing the door to slam closed so violently behind you that the entire cave shuddered.

“Holy kriff,” Poe breathed when you were free-and-clear. After a second, he gave an exhilarated whoop. “Hell yeah! You really are a miracle, you know that?! We wouldn’t have been able to get to this point without you!”

“Poe,” You scolded lightly, “I just did what I had to. Nothing special.”

“Are you okay?” It was his next concern, and he practically entirely ignored your previous statement.

“I’m fine,” You assured him, before both of you turned your attention to what lay outside the cockpit.

It was a massive, circular chamber, clear of any hazards, and with good reason. On several different levels were buildings, housing a sizable civilization; the problem was, they all seemed to be missing. There was no sign of stir anywhere, as if they had all suddenly dropped what they were doing and promptly disappeared.

Although the center of attention, without a doubt, was the enormous, glowing blue egg hanging from the ceiling via a bundle of cords and wires.

“Me’ven?”

“I don’t know what you just said, Jay, but. Yeah. Whoa.”

Poe put the x-wing down on one side of the cavern. Once you were both on solid ground, you began to reattach your jetpack. BB-8 beeped curiously at Poe, who answered with, “No. Not what I was expecting either.” He shook his head to try and clear it. “I’m gonna check in with the others. Let ‘em know we made it.” BB-8 answered with a couple of questioning beeps. “Sure. Go for it. Track down that signal you were so worried about.” As his droid rolled off, Poe picked up the comms. You, still in a bit of a daze from the harrowing entry to the cavern, found yourself lost in admiring a distant crystalline waterfall that you could faintly hear from here.

“Black Two, come in.”

“I read you, Black Leader. You make it through alright?”

“Yeah. Got a little dicey, but we’re in. Wouldn’t’ve made it if it weren’t for Y/N.” You tossed him a look over your shoulder, one he met with a warm smile that gave you butterflies.

“What’s down there?”

Poe glanced around and shrugged. “Hard to say— looks like a settlement, maybe. Deserted, far as I can tell.” Even as he said it, you felt that wasn’t the case. “There is a pretty big egg, though.”

Snap was rightly confused. “‘Egg’? What are you… Ugh, listen, is there anywhere we can land? Scanners don’t see a flat surface anywhere near here bigger than a gundark.”

“The cave’s a tricky flight, Snap. We almost didn’t make it through. You guys should be good on fuel for a bit. Why don’t you let me look around a little, see if I—“

A blaster shot echoed so crisply in the cave it hurt your ears. Panic overwhelmed you as you spun around with sabers drawn, blasting to life in your hands. Poe was alright— shocked and with a throbbing hand from the impact— but he almost wasn’t. He was nearly killed.

Because I wasn’t paying attention.

No, miracle—

Neither of you could say much more. From out of nowhere, a stern-faced shaman had arrived with her posse of soldiers, all their blasters trained on the two of you. “Whoa whoa whoa! There is no need for that!” Poe cried, holding his aching hand.

BB-8 surged forward with his tiny zapper weapon ready, and you braced yourself in a fighting stance. “Easy! Easy, everyone just calm down.” BB-8 whirled in question. “Yes, that means you too, BB-8. I’m sure we can all be pals…” At the sight of their grim faces, he added, “Eventually.”

Poe nodded at you. It’s okay.

Reluctantly, you sheathed your blades and returned the hilts to your belt. “My name is Poe Dameron,” He said, “And the droid is BB-8. My Mandalorian friend here is Y/N Fett. We aren’t here for trouble. See?” He slowly laid his blaster on the ground before him. “I’m putting down my blaster. We’re here because we’re looking for someone— show ‘em, BB.”

The droid immediately showed the gathered tribespeople the holo of Lor San Tekka, right under the very orb in this cavern. The shaman recognized him immediately. “That’s… That’s the explorer.”

“You got it,” Poe nodded, “He was here, unless there’s another giant egg shrine around here somewhere. We just need to talk to him. And then we’ll be out of your hair, I promise. Where is he?”

“Gone,” the shaman answered, her voice briefly overcome with emotion and shadows in her all-black eyes. “He left long ago.”

“Kriff,” Poe hissed through his teeth. “Do you know where he went?”

“Even if I did, why would I tell you?” She snapped. “I know the explorer. I trust him. You…” She turned away. “I do not know at all.”

Poe was actually offended. “Hey, come on! Give me a chance, lady!”

You placed a hand on Poe’s shoulder, urging him to stand down. He did so reluctantly, letting you do your thing; if you were lesser, you simply would have used a mind trick to get the information. You refused to become that. Negotiation should never be underestimated. “My lady,” You said, catching her attention. She turned to listen to you. “My mentor is in grave danger, and the explorer you know is the only one who might know where he is in the entire galaxy. We must find him. Can you not help us?”

The shaman frowned, in disbelief. “We are the crèche. This egg—“ she gestured to the great orb above you— “is our charge, our purpose, and our salvation. We protect and nurture it, and in return, we bathe in its radiance.”

I don’t see what this has to do with—

Shut it, Poe. I’m negotiating.

Right. You’re doing amazing, sweetheart.

“Its presence guides our lives,” The shaman continued, “It holds salvation itself— the savior unborn. Someday the egg will hatch, and we, or our descendants, shall receive our reward for keeping it safe these many generations.” She turned a pointed glare onto you and Poe. “We will not allow anyone— anyone— to prevent that from happening.”

Poe scoffed. “What’s with the tone? I’m not here to hurt your egg. I like your egg!” If it weren’t for the seriousness of the situation, the absurdity of his comment would have made you laugh.

“We mean your charge no harm, my lady,” You said gently, “We only wish to know where the explorer went. We need his help, but first we need yours. Would you grant us that?”

She hesitated. “The explorer spent two full seasons with us, learning our ways and communing with the savior unborn. He became our brother, and in return we shared our secrets with him.” She alternated her glare between you and Poe. “Are you willing to do the same?”

Poe faltered, nervous under her pupil-less stare. “...We’re sort of on a deadline here.”

“As I thought,” the shaman huffed, “I will tell you nothing.”

BB-8 bumped into Poe, quietly asking permission like a child asking his father for something. “What? Oh, sure. Go ahead. Keep looking for that signal. I’m gonna see if we can’t figure this whole thing out.” To the shaman, he said, “Look, we really need to know where Lor… uh, the explorer went. This may be a little hard to believe, but the fate of the galaxy is at stake.”

“We completely agree,” the shaman said, although her stubborn and close-minded ways were making you frustrated. “That is why we have given up everything for our lives here. No matter what turbulent events shape the universe outside this place, as long as we protect the egg, all will be well in the end.”

Poe had less control over his agitation. “And if billions of people die in the meantime?! Come on, there has to be some way I can convince you that I’m one of the good guys— this is ridiculous!”

One of the soldiers trained his blaster on Poe because of his raised voice; you stepped between them, hands raised. “Easy… There’s no need for violence.”

“Okay, okay,” Poe took a few deep breaths, “You’re right, I got a little upset there. I’m good now. We’re all good. Nice and relaxed.”

BB-8’s frantic beeping brought your attention to him; your hearts sank at what you saw. “Harran—“

“Oh no,” Poe said as he took the First Order tracker from his droid; he lifted it, which probably wasn’t his best idea. “You need to listen to me right now, all of you!”

The shaman panicked. “He’s got a detonator— he’s threatening the egg! Take him down!”

“Hey, hey, let’s not be hasty,” Poe tried as every blaster in the room trained on him, “This isn’t a deton—“ They opened fire.

Poe dove, avoiding the blaster fire as you activated your sabers, using a series of well-timed spins to deflect their shots into the dirt. Poe rolled, kicking a soldier so hard that they fell back, allowing him to snatch their blaster. Standing back-to-back with BB-8 at your heels, you and Poe faced the gathered crowd of soldiers; before they could slaughter you both, you extended a palm and drew their weapons forcibly away from them via the Force. Your show of power made them stumble and gasp in fear.

“Okay then,” Poe breathed, licking his lips and tossing his head to get his curls out of his eyes, “Okay then!”

The shaman put herself between you and the egg, raising her hands as a poor defense. “Please! Don’t shoot the egg! You… You can’t!”

Your frustration mantled, and you unleashed it in a harsh twirl of your sabers and a growl. “Bic ni skana’din— sushir at ni! We are not here for your egg! We’re here because we need your help!”

“You know what this is?” Poe added, “A tracker. My droid just found it on my ship. It’s been signaling our location ever since I arrived on this planet.”

“I don’t understand,” the shaman replied unsurely, “Who has been tracking you?”

“The kind of people who’d boil up that egg and eat it for breakfast,” Poe dropped his blaster pointedly. “People who are nothing like us.” Their blasters were still trained on you, but you sheathed your sabers anyway, putting them back on your belt and raising your hands. “I’ve got people outside, up on the surface. They’ve got ships, weapons. You let me get word to them and we can protect you. I promise.” Warily, Poe stepped slowly through their ranks until he reached the shaman, extending a hand toward her. “What do you say? Pals?”

Reluctantly, the shaman nodded. “Very well. Return to your ship and call your allies.” Poe took off immediately at a run for the x-wing, while you and BB-8 remained with the shaman.

“You are the more level-headed of the two of you,” the shaman told you softly, “I like you better. Which I must admit is a first; most Mandalorians are cold and unforgiving.”

“That was after we decided to go ba’slan shev’la in order to avoid the extinction of our race,” You answered evenly.

The shaman gazed upon you with sympathy in her gaze. It was something Mandalorians rarely got. “You are a sad people.”

“Better to be sad than dead,” You countered softly, then averted your gaze. You didn’t like the pity in her eyes.

It made you feel weak.

—DAMERON—

“This is Black Leader. Anyone read?”

“Poe!” Snap’s relieved voice gave Poe hope. Maybe there was a chance for them after all, if the First Order hadn’t shown up yet. “Thank goodness!”

L’ulo interrupted the transmission. “I was about a second away from flying down into that cavern and looking for you, son.”

“I’m fine, L’ulo,” Poe assured him, “Listen, all of you: we’ve been made. There was a tracker on my ship. We’re gonna have company, I think. The First Order’s probably already on its way.”

“You got that a little wrong, Poe…” Karé’s input made him frown.

“I’m not wrong, Karé. I’m looking at the tracker right now.”

“Not about the tracker. About the First Order. They aren’t on their way.” Poe’s stomach and heart sank to the soles of his boots. “They’re already here.”

Right as she said it, he heard the rumble of an explosion on the other side of the massive door that you’d barely gotten them through earlier. “Fuck…”

“You must hide,” The shaman yelled, pointing toward an old garage filled of speederbikes half-built. “Hide your ship, and then follow me.”

Poe did as he was directed, concealing his ship in the tiny hangar before he was joined by the shaman, with you and BB-8 close behind. Unable to help himself, he took your hand as you ran after her, seeking the shelter of an old alcove a level up. It honestly looked like a sewer drainage channel, but you climbed in without hesitation, having obviously seen worse places that one could hide.

Soon enough all three of you were nestled safely inside with a view of the shrine from between a crack in the stone. He didn’t realize he was still holding your hand until you tugged him slightly closer as you shifted your weight. You’d only just gotten situated there when the massive blast door was blown clean off its hinges in a surge of fire and smoke.

Trailing out of the flames was a man on a speeder, and at least a dozen stormtroopers with jetpacks. They came to land in very nearly the same place Poe had. The shaman and the soldiers surrounded the man on the speeder, and in order for you both to hear the conversation transpiring better, you flipped a switch on your helmet. As you heard it, you transferred the memories of hearing it to Poe.

“How dare you blast your way into this sacred chamber!” The shaman cried. “That door was sealed for a reason. You must leave, interloper, before your presence pollutes the sacred energies of this chamber. Do not force us to destroy you.”

The man hummed thoughtfully. “My, my. Look at all these guns.” He gestured over his shoulder, at the troopers which were on their way. “Glad I brought some, too.” The soldiers and stormtroopers were at a standoff. Meanwhile, the man casually disembarked from his ride and brushed off his Imperial uniform. “I am sorry about the door. Perhaps I should have just knocked.”

I don’t like this guy already, Poe thought, he’s a haughty smartass.

Me neither, You agreed wholeheartedly.

“But we’ll fix it, I promise. We’ll fix that door, right?”

The trooper he addressed immediately replied, “Yes, sir. Of course.”

The man took off his helmet, revealing an older, scarred man with a short, silver band of hair across his head and a tattoo on his temple. “My name is Agent Terex of the First Order. I’m very pleased to meet you all. What’s going on with that egg, by the way? That thing is just a fabulous.”

His haughty, condescending tone made you and Poe bristle with a shared contempt for the officer, and everything he stood for.

“It is our charge,” The shaman answered nervously. “We are the crèche. The egg nurtures the savior unborn, who will save us all on the day of its emergence. Why have you come here? What do you want?”

“Why, that’s simple,” Agent Terex drawled out with a cruel smirk, “Poe Dameron, of course.”

“Uh-oh,” Poe breathed.

“Oh shit,” You echoed. BB-8 whirred anxiously.

The shaman played dumb. “Poe Dameron? Who is that?”

Poe turned to Beebs. “BB-8, get in touch with Snap and the rest of Black Squadron. This could get bad. I can feel it.” His admission didn’t go unnoticed by you, who gave his hand a squeeze. “We have to try to help these people.”

Agent Terex answered the shaman’s question coldly. “He’s a pilot with the republic. Human. He usually flies a black-and-orange starfighter.”

“How could we know him?” The shaman challenged. “The crèche has been alone in this cavern for years, safeguarding the savior unborn. As you saw, the entrance was sealed.”

Terex seemed amused by the shaman, turning to whisper to the trooper nearest to him. They immediately separated to begin searching the cavern. The shaman worried her hands, eyeing them nervously. “Please— you don’t need soldiers. We are peaceful.”

“Oh, I know that now. But, you know, strange planet, big galaxy. Better safe than sorry. Don’t worry, my men won’t hurt you.” The cruel turn of his lips under his pencil-thin gray mustache only made him look more sinister. “...Unless I tell them to, of course.”

BB-8 quietly bliped at Poe, and he turned to look at his droid hopefully. “You got through to Snap, BB-8? Good. Hopefully the rest of Black Squadron can figure something out. Because I have a feeling this is about to—“

“Picked up the tracker’s signal, sir,” a trooper informed Agent Terex, “It’s a bit degraded. Looks like they tried to destroy it. But the device is hardened. Can survive just about anything. Dameron was here. He probably still is.”

“Fuck,” Poe hissed.

You looked at him, and Poe met what he expected— and partially knew— was your direct gaze. “Was the end of your sentence maybe ‘go all to hell,’ Poe? Because that’s the only place I see this going.”

Terex, haughty in this discovery, turned on the shaman. “Oh, wow. Did you hear that? Guess you guys are just a bunch of liars!” Terex turned to his men, almost seeming pleased that he gets to torture these poor people. “So, troopers. I’m not sure polite inquiry is providing the results I’m looking for. What do you say we find out what’s inside this big old egg of theirs?”

The shaman panicked. So did Poe.

He got to his feet, and felt your concern. “Poe, what are you—“

Poe pressed on your shoulders until you were sitting. You clutched at his sleeves, worry and fear coming off of you in waves that he tried not to let bother him. “Stay here.”

“I’m coming with you.”

Poe shook his head. Audible words failed him, and he found himself feeding you a flood of thoughts in rapid succession. No, miracle, baby, stay. Stay here. I’m gonna need your backup. Terex can’t see you, he’ll report directly to Ren. Do not show your face unless absolutely necessary, Jay, please, promise me.

You clung to him for a moment longer, trying to fight your own fears. “You’d better damn well be careful, Poe.”

He knew you’d stay.

Terex grew agitated. “Where’s Poe Dameron?”

Poe took one last look at you and turned to leave the pipe, rushing for the stairs; he put his hands up. “I’m here!” He shouted, catching the attention of everyone in the cavern. Thankfully, they didn’t shoot him on sight. “I’m right here.”

Terex grinned widely, snapping his fingers at a couple of troopers to come and collect him. Roughly, he was escorted to meet the agent face-to-face. “Stop torturing these poor people,” Poe snapped at once, “I’m sure we can work everything out. Don’t be hasty.”

“Oh? Why not?”

Terex’s words surprised Poe. “Excuse me?”

The agent gestured elaborately, sarcastically. Poe wanted to punch him square in the face. “You just said ‘don’t be hasty.’ I’m curious to know why you think you can tell me to do anything at all. Seems like I’ve got all the leverage here, my new friend.”

“Ah,” Poe said, in mock-realization. He could be a smartass, too, though. “Funny you should mention that.” Terex arched an eyebrow as Poe continued. “I didn’t come here alone. I’ve got a squadron up on the surface. Pretty much the best starfighter pilots in the galaxy. And just before I walked down here, I gave them an order. I asked them to get me some leverage. So, you might think you’ve got it all under control. That you’ve got the upper hand. And maybe you do… down here. But I’ll tell you this right now… you aren’t seeing the bigger picture.” Poe furrowed his brow. “Looks like we’ve got a stalemate here, pal.”

A tremor shook the very foundations of the cavern, followed by a blast of flames and fire that rolled out of the entrance above. Shit.

Terex was unfazed. “Stalemate?” He drawled out, grinning. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” He gestured to the nearby flametroopers, and Poe’s heart sank. “Gentlemen, if you please.”

“Of course, sir.” Almost immediately, they unleashed their weapons on the egg. Aside from glowing more intensely, it seemed fine for the moment, but Poe wondered just how much it— or the creature inside— could take.

Terex stepped forward, all pretenses of sarcasm and condescension wiped from his face. Standing there instead was rather a man on a mission, one which, if it involved the needless suffering of innocent and maybe squashing Poe’s face under his boot, he would be perfectly fine seeing through. “Now. You’re going to tell me everything I want to know, Dameron. That will happen in any case. The only decision you have in front of you is how quickly you tell me.���

The shaman cried, “Sing to the savior unborn! Ease its pain!” And launched the gathered tribespeople into something that sounded an awful lot like a eulogic song to Poe.

Terex scoffed at the display. “You seem to care about these fools, for some reason. If you talk now, maybe I can see about saving their savior. If not… my men will get to enjoy the galaxy’s largest omelet.” Poe met Terex’s cruel grin with a frown. “See, here’s the thing. Maybe you did pull something off up there. Perhaps… up there… you have the upper hand. But, as you said… We are down here. And I didn’t come here alone, either.”

Poe’s stomach kept dropping the longer Terex turned his own words against him. “In fact, I came here aboard the Ravenous, a Maxima-A class heavy cruiser which carries an extremely impressive complement of fighters and troops. It’s in orbit above the planet as we speak. So, I’m afraid that whatever you think you’ve accomplished… whatever leverage you think you hold… you aren’t seeing the bigger picture.”

Poe swallowed hard, a chilly sweat running down his back as he tried to swallow past the feeling of being so utterly trapped.

What do we do now, Poe?

I don’t know, miracle. I just don’t know.

“So, Poe Dameron…” Backlit by the flames of his troopers against the egg— which began to crack like glass— Terex looked absolutely vile. “Let’s talk.”

—FETT—

Alongside BB-8, you watched anxiously as the egg continued to crack, as your situation was revealed to be more and more dire. As a Mandalorian— or anyone, really— sitting up in your little perch while Poe was so exposed made you dizzy with frustration.

“What do you want, Terex?” Poe snapped.

“It’s Agent Terex, if you please,” Terex corrected smugly, “Titles matter. I am a ranking officer in the First Order Security Bureau. My job, in short, is to know things. You, of course, are Poe Dameron, pilot for the New Republic Navy, and more recently for Leia Organa’s silly Resistance. But that’s your name, not a title. Your title should be thief. Bandit. Crook. Scoundrel. You stole First Order property— data we bought and paid for— and I am here to get it back. That’s what I want.”

“We all want things, pal,” Poe snarked, “But until you tell your TIEs to call off their attack on my squadron, and ease up with the flamethrowers on that egg, we’ve got nothing to talk about. I ain’t telling you a damn thing.”

“You should be more worried about yourself, Poe,” Terex said, “After all, your colleagues are flying starfighters. I’m sure they’re just fine.” Terex locked his arms behind his back, one to think highly of himself. The chaos of the cracking egg and singing tribespeople was making your head start to spin.

“Now, you are clearly a criminal,” Terex continued, “I could arrest you and bring you up on charges in either a New Republic court or a First Order tribunal. But that would take so long, and I’m not the most patient man. In situations like this, I prefer more direct solutions. I turn up the heat, if you w—“

The egg nearly busted open completely with a beam of light, startling the stormtroopers into a ceasefire. It also made Terex stop his rambling. “Huh. How about that,” Poe said softly, “You actually can stop talking.”

Nervously, a stormtrooper began to ask for orders. “Uh… sir… should we—“

The egg cracked further. You and BB-8 balked, and the droid emitted a slew of profanities in binary as the egg’s light became so bright that you had to look away. “The savior unborn! It comes at last!” The shaman was screaming, “Our long vigil is ended— we will be redeemed!”

All went white as the egg burst with a sound like shattering glass, too brilliant to look at. You shielded BB-8 as wind and shards of shell flew everywhere, latching onto your Dyad with Poe to ensure that you knew he was safe. When it was over, you peered out of your hiding place to find an odd discovery.

Roughly twelve feet tall stood a winged, vaguely humanoid creature, fit and oddly silent for a creature its size. It shimmered with the amniotic fluid of the egg, like a butterfly just out of its cocoon, its glowing white eyes focused on the shaman as she sang its praises.

Meanwhile, BB-8 rushed out of your hiding place to join Poe. You made to follow after him, but Poe’s voice in your head made you stop immediately. Not yet.

I can’t just sit here.

If Terex sees you, Ren will know where you are.

The thought— the fear— of Ben knowing that you were with the Resistance made you stand still. If Ben knew, he’d seek you out more vivaciously. You wouldn’t be able to leave, back to your obscure little life on the fringes of the galaxy. Poe felt sympathy for you, and you heard him secondhand as he spoke into the comms to Black Squadron, “This could be our shot— if you see an opening, take it.”

The creature, with a furious shriek, swiped at the gathered and awed tribespeople. Whoa. That’s a bit anticlimactic. I thought it was supposed to be a savior?

Guess not.

“So much for saviors,” Terex scoffed, otherwise unaffected, and very much on the same mental track as the both of you— except he didn’t anticipate Poe’s next move.

Poe lunged in a punch, one which you knew was deliberately not very good. BB-8 rolled up undetected behind Terex and snatched his blaster right out of its holster as Poe kept him occupied. Terex, however, still thought very highly of himself. “Oh ho! A sucker punch, eh? Well, you aren’t the first to try it, and I suppose you won’t be the last.” Terex “effortlessly” dodged Poe’s fake attacks before grabbing his arm, twisting it, and shoving Poe down so hard into the dirt that it knocked the breath out of his lungs momentarily. “But you should know— when it comes to dirty tricks, I am absolutely filthy. You probably ought to stick to playing hero in your x… wing…” It was then he noticed that his blaster was gone.

“That wasn’t a sucker punch, Terex,” Poe huffed as he got to his feet, taking the blaster from BB-8 and whirling around to face Terex. “It was a distraction.”

All around you the chaos grew as the creature attacked, and stormtroopers attempted to defend themselves. The tribespeople had, in their terror, scattered, save for the troubled shaman.

“It’s over, Terex,” Poe shouted to be heard over the conflict. “Tell your fighters to pull back to orbit, and call off the attack down here.”

“I think you’re misreading the situation, Poe,” Terex said, “My troopers aren’t attacking. They’re defending. I’m not sure these crèche idiots had any idea what was inside that egg all this time. My troops are the only thing keeping any of us alive.”

“Why are you doing this?” The shaman wailed, on her knees; she just wasn’t getting the fact that she needed to maybe run away from it. “How have we angered you? Please— tell us where we have gone wr—“

The creature interrupted her by snatching her up and bringing her to its mouth; you lunged on instinct, nearly revealing yourself, but you didn’t have to.

Another version of the creature, this one black, lunged with a screech of vengeance from the shadows, landing a blow so strong on the blue one that it nearly knocked them both clean over. Now occupied with each other rather than the little people— and seeming much bigger than before— they fought amongst themselves.

“Whoa.” Poe’s awe mirrored your own. BB-8 whistled in astonishment. “I know, buddy. Kind of makes you think.”

Terex took Poe’s momentary lapse of focus to his advantage, lunging and trying to wrestle the blaster out of his hands. Poe was stronger, able to keep the blaster out of his reach. “Would you—fuck— would you give it up?”

“Never,” Terex replied calmly, “That is my blaster, Dameron. And once I have it back I will kill you.” He landed a horrible kick to BB-8. “And your idiot droid, too.”

The creatures grew larger, paying no mind to the harmless blows the stormtroopers landed on it as they began to grow too large for the cavern.

And Terex was still. Fucking. Talking. Even while wrestling Poe.

“You may wonder why I would kill you, as you still haven’t given me the information you stole from the First Order.”

“Mostly wondering how the fuck I can get you to shut up.”

“I’ve been trying to understand why you’re fighting so hard to protect these fools. And I think I finally see. You’re not fighting to protect them.” The creatures took flight, the wind from their wings much like a hurricane. The new addition was enough to give Terex the upper hand in the fight, even as the ceiling started to come down around them. “You’re fighting to protect something they have— something they haven’t given to you yet. That’s why you were still here when I arrived. Whatever you want, they still have it. And that means I can get it from them. And so really, Mr. Thief…” He managed to crack Poe’s arm over his knee and loosen his hold on the blaster, throwing Poe to the ground once more.

No.

The ceiling was coming down. Terex had his blaster, and had surmised that he didn’t need Poe alive. Without a second thought, you launched yourself from the nook, skipping the stairs and simply flying down, your sights set on Terex. With the Force as your guide, you were able to dodge the huge chunks of debris that fell off and thundered around you, crushing stormtroopers flat.

“I don’t need you alive at all,” Terex hummed.

Poe didn’t even bother standing up, knowing that you would save him, that he didn’t need to— you both knew he’d survive this. “Well, great. Real glad you worked all that out.”

Terex finally seemed to realize what was happening, realizing that his troops were being annihilated around him. “No!”

Your foot in the center of his back, with that momentum from your jet-powered flight, sent him sprawling with what was probably a couple cracked ribs. Your saber burst to life and hovered inches from his neck; Terex’s eyes flicked from the weapon to your helmet, something like triumph shifting in his expression. You were vaguely aware of Poe warning Black Squadron of the winged creatures headed their way. “You’re the one he’s looking for. Kylo Ren. The Mandalorian Jedi.”

Your grip tightened on your blade. “I am no Jedi.”

“Perhaps not,” Terex chuckled, “But still. You’ve thrown your lot in with the Resistance, hm? Ren will love to have that confirmed.”

BB-8 buzzed angrily and zapped Terex so hard that he knocked him out. You sheathed your saber, addressing the droid with a soft nod. “Thank you.” BB-8 warbled in assurance.

As the creatures left, silence befell the cavern. You turned to face Poe, who rushed to you, partly relieved, partly worried. “Miracle— oh, baby—“ He engulfed you in a brief tight embrace before pulling back to check you over for injuries. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Poe I’m fine— you—“

“I’m okay,” Poe smiled when he realized you were telling the truth about your condition. “You’re okay; Black Squadron is okay. Everybody’s okay. We did it.”

He took you in his arms and held you close, awash with gratefulness that you all survived the ordeal. “We’re okay.”

—DAMERON—

It was at least an hour before everything settled.

Terex called off the attacking TIEs and gathered his surviving men, which were corralled into a group being guarded by the tribespeople. The strange black creature, victorious over the blue, was perched nearby, watching over its people. Black Squadron had landed in the cavern, now ridiculously exposed; Karé and Jess, with the help of Karé’s astromech and BB-8, checked over their starfighters for any more hidden trackers. L’ulo, Snap, and you stayed by Poe as he negotiated with the shaman, explaining everything and receiving information in return.

“And what will you do now, Dameron?” Terex called from his place as an essential prisoner, “You won’t kill me— you would have done it already. And you can’t take me prisoner. If you did, you would give the First Order clear justification to launch an attack on the New Republic.”

Poe regarded him with an arched brow and pursed lips. “...You know what, man? You’re sort of a drag.”

“The problem is easily solved,” L’ulo said quietly. “Terex can’t have many TIEs left. Once we refuel, we can fly up and take out his cruiser in orbit on our way home. Let the crèche decide what to do with him.”

“It’s no good,” Poe shook his head, hands finding his hips. “The First Order would send another ship, maybe even a star destroyer. They’d burn this whole planet looking for him.”

“So, what…” Snap looked between those present with a furrowed brow. “We just let him go?”

“Do we have much of a choice?” You said softly; even knowing that Snap and L’ulo didn’t trust you, Poe couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride that you inputted anyway.

“No,” The shaman answered, “We do not. We will let him go. He can’t hurt us anymore.” She looked in awe to the black creature, which watched her curiously. “The savior… born. It will carry us far from here, to wherever our new life will begin.”

“Can I ask you something?” Poe inquired. It was a question that had been on his mind this whole time— between moments of almost getting killed, of course.

“Of course, Poe Dameron. You fought for us. You worked to save us, when it would have been easier to save yourself. Ask me anything.”

“Well, I do have the one big question, but before that— tell me… all this time, all those generations down here— did you guys have any idea what was actually in that egg?”

The shaman regarded him with a new manner of respect. “No. But that was never the point.”

The shaman gathered her people to the creature after speaking privately with him; carefully, they all gathered upon its back, and waved goodbye as it ferried them away, to who-knows-where, leaving all they’d once been behind. It wasn’t an easy feat, and Poe admired that.

Down to business. He approached Terex with a frown. The blows he’d landed were fake, and highly unsatisfying. “Okay. Here’s how we’re gonna do this— I get out of here with my guys, and you get to stay down here for the time being. On our way out, we’ll radio your cruiser to come pick you up. Everybody goes home, and we forget this ever happened.”

“Oh, I doubt I will ever forget this happened, Poe Dameron.” Terex’s narrowed eyes were cold and unforgiving. He hated the way he glowered at him.

He didn’t let the officer’s ominous last words to him bother him, though. “Uh-huh. See you around, Agent Terex.”

It was during the launch sequence— specifically, right after take-off— that you decided to drop a bomb on him. “I can’t go with you after Lor San Tekka, Poe.”

“Wha—“

“Terex knows that I’m with you. Ren knows that I’m with you. Or rather, they think they do. Our Dyad doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, it won’t be taken into consideration when they come looking for me. They won’t expect to look for me alone. Time is ticking. We need to find Luke. I know where to go on Tatooine. Leave me there, so that I can search for Luke in the only other easily accessible place he might be while you continue your search for Lor. This way we can cover more ground, eliminate two options, and can regroup when it’s done.”

Poe hesitated.

He couldn’t disagree with the logic. He just didn’t want to acknowledge it. He (selfishly, he thought) didn’t want to be away from you— not that distance, not that long. But his wants came second to the war effort; so did yours. You both knew that. Reluctantly, Poe nodded. “Yeah. Okay, miracle. I’ll take you to Tatooine. But you’ve gotta promise me something.”

“What is it?” Your voice was soft, gentle.

“...Promise me you’ll laugh more when we get back together.” Your little chuckle made his heart jump.

“Alright, Poe. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

“And you’ll be careful,” Poe added hurriedly.

“It’s like you don’t even know who I am,” You teased.

“I do,” Poe said, “And that’s the problem.” There was a brief, comfortable silence between you, like your minds were holding hands. BB-8 regretfully interrupted with a series of little chirps. “Yeah, BB-8, she told me where Lor San Tekka went when he left this planet.” The thought of his destination made him sick to his stomach. “Looks like we’re going to prison.”

—FETT—

The two of you stood on the ridge of a dune overlooking Mos Eisley. It was truly an iconic place— for your family in general, and for the Skywalker for whom you searched.

The twin suns set on the horizon of the golden desert, sand-riddled winds whipping around you carelessly. The city and spaceport bustled below. “Landing outside of the city was a pretty good idea, miracle,” Poe hummed thoughtfully.

“Thanks,” You said softly, turning to face him. “Qui-Gon said that I probably wouldn’t find him here.”

Poe nodded solemnly. “...Yeah. I heard that. But you’ve still gotta look. It’s more efficient this way.”

You looked at him. In his dark caff eyes, you saw warmth. You saw an unwarranted kindness for a bounty hunter that he had scarcely spoken with other than passing moments until only recently. His small, questioning smile only made you more curious, more confused… An emotion came from him that you couldn’t quite place.

Hesitantly, your hand moved— almost of its own accord, as if pulled by something far more powerful than either of you— and brushed against his. As if he’d been waiting for it, Poe responded immediately, gripping your hand tightly and entwining your fingers together. The Force balanced in your surroundings, as though your chaotic emotions were put in check with his touch. Sparks and lightning raced up your arm, your left arm, the arm that ended in the link between your hands; it was aimed straight for your heart.

“Poe...” You weren’t sure what you meant by it. Whether you were reprimanding him for such actions, or if you simply needed him to verbally tell you what he was feeling. What is this? You were dying to ask, didn’t even voice aloud in your Dyad. Are we... really still just friends?

Your Mandalorian Creed bid you to be brave and merely ask him.

But your young heart only tightened your grip on his hand, too afraid of his rejection to even try.

Because all the other fears in the galaxy... you could face those, easily. You could fight them. But if you had to live a life without seeing him ever again, or then awkwardly and tense... That fear held you back. That was one you could never beat.

Poe’s eyes still somehow managed to lock with yours through the visor of your helmet, feeling your anxiety— both halves of it. He chose to comfort you about the less complicated side of it. “Don’t worry, Jay. Ren rarely does the dirty work himself. We’ll never even see his ship, more than likely.”

You heaved a sigh, trying to ease the resounding ache in your chest. “...I spent… a long time trying to pretend like he’s not out there. Like he died that day, my brother. I could always see the smoke from his fire on the horizon, a distant threat but one I could ignore so long as I kept walking. And now here we are... going towards it.”

Poe turned so that he was fully facing you, standing closer than he ever had. If it weren’t for your helmet, you might have even been in range to kiss him. His intense bronze gaze held yours with an astounding amount of confidence; there was no sign of the reckless bravado you’d come to expect of him. When he spoke again, his voice was low, almost a whisper. Your whole body tensed when his free hand came up to hold your shoulder in a gesture of reassurance. “I’m not gonna let him find you, Y/N. I promise. I’ll be back in a few days to get you. Then we can keep looking for Luke. You’re not gonna be alone.”

You stiffly nodded, but neither of you moved. Held in place by some invisible tug not unlike the Force, you both stood as if you wished to say something more. Something that would change everything between you.

But neither of you did.

Neither of you dared to cross the bridge between you, afraid of its integrity. Somehow the daughter of Boba Fett and the greatest starfighter pilot in the galaxy could not brave this threat. At least... not verbally.

You were leaning into him before you realized it, surprised when he did the same. His hand that had held your shoulder came up to rest in the crook of your neck, thumb caressing your helmet like he would your cheek. Your foreheads met and stayed there, eyes closed to savor a peaceful moment before the sunset. Automatically, you cupped his face in one hand, the one free of the tight grip you both still held; you wished you did not wear gloves, if only to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your touch.

Maybe you imagined it, heard what you wanted to, but you swore then that his breath hitched. Perhaps to anyone who may have seen, your silhouettes against the backdrop of the setting suns might have been romantic. If only you knew for sure his true feelings. You dared not use the Force to find them, even in an innocent manner: not to him.

You stood there for several minutes, lost to anything around you and absorbed only in the presence of each other. It was over in a heartbeat. Poe pulled away, perhaps a bit reluctantly. There was a deep sadness on his face, one you wished you could wipe clear and replace with a beaming smile. He turned to walk down the hill, but you didn’t miss the fact that his hand remained entwined with yours until the very last second, even letting your fingers drag across one another almost desperately, seeking some sign to stay. Neither of you could give it, scared as you were.

You felt the pair of you abandon the opposite ends of that bridge as it crumbled into the river of doubt, somewhat content to walk the banks on either side, in sight of each other, until you came to the next one.

Without his presence you felt cold, and alone, a feeling which only intensified the more steps he took down the hill away from you. You wondered if he felt the same... or if you simply imagined it with wishful thinking. You wondered, as he clambered up into the tandem x-wing alone, if he would keep his promise to come back for you, or if this would be the last you saw of him for a long time... or maybe forever. Did he even want this bond with you? Was he going to try and accept it, like you, or did he despise it? What if he didn’t? What if something happened to him?

You wanted to turn away, but you wanted to burn his image into your mind more, in case he never came back. In case you were left looking for Luke on your own. He looked back once, right before he got into the cockpit. And then he was in, the canopy was closing, and the engines were starting.

I will come back for you, miracle.

You damn well better, flyboy.

You felt him smile, and that feeling transferred a bit to you.

You watched as the x-wing flew low overhead, departing with your heart stored in the pockets of its pilot. The deafening roar of its power did little to you, only an imprint of Poe having been near you. You stood on the hill and watched the x-wing’s silhouette against the enormous suns, which hung in the sky before him like two great gates of fate and fire. “...I love you,” You said into the empty air before you, now silent, as your eyes, locked on the shrinking x-wing, shed a few tears you couldn’t stifle.

—DAMERON—

If only you knew that Poe Dameron, from within the confines of his cockpit, wrestled with his own confused emotions. That he too whispered three words to himself in the hopes that the universe would acknowledge it, so that maybe he could, too. That he too had tried to fight the fear of rejection, had taken the first few steps across the bridge before turning back.

He wanted to turn back. To land his x-wing and embrace you again. Tatooine became smaller and smaller behind him, and as he punched in the coordinates for lightspeed, one thought above all made the clenching ache in his chest only worse: I should’ve kissed her. I should’ve told her. But what if she doesn’t want this Dyad? What if she thinks I’m taking advantage of her? What if I am taking advantage of her?

He promised you he’d return, and he fully intended to. But he could very well be killed on Megalox Beta, and you’d never know how strongly he felt for you. He hesitated before launching into lightspeed, eyes lingering on the planet upon which stood the young Mandalorian woman who had his full heart and soul stored somewhere in her intricate armor. “I’ll come back for you. I promise.” He felt a hum. Even from this distance, you heard him.

His ship shot into the blue tunnel of lightspeed, pulling him farther and farther away from you until there would be whole vast distances of space between you. But it didn’t matter, not to either of you. You’d find each other again, admittance to feelings or not, regardless of whatever time or space separated you.

Poe kept your laugh in his mind as he flew, and it made him smile.

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This is probably the single longest fic I’ve ever written at just over 30k— thank you all so much for reading it!

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Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. EMT, this one is for you. Hope you enjoy. It is a quick one, but I tried to make it a little humourous…

(PS - as a total aside, I love Léo Ferré, so definitely consider this light persuasion to move him up your list, EMT. “Avec le temps” is one of the best songs ever written, in my humble opinion. Its lyrics are literal poetry. But I confess, I’m probably closer to Brigitte’s taste, based on what we know, than Emmanuel’s. I more of a pop/rock/electronic kinda gal. If people really care so they can judge my taste, I’ll share my favorite French artist with my next story.)

He had disappeared into the kitchen over two hours ago now, and it was the silence that was starting to worry her. Him, silent? That could never be good.

He had come home, carrying six or seven bags completely full of ingredients, struggling to make it through the door into the kitchen, protesting with a gentle - “No! This is supposed to be a treat for you! Go, sit on the couch, drink some wine, and relax.”

“Okay, but I’m right out here if you need me,” she offered, wary of how this would turn out, knowing his track record was full of well intentioned gestures that somehow ended up as messes such that she finds flour behind an upper cabinet’s door three days later.

“I always need you, but not for this. I want to treat you -“

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to! Now. Sit!”

“Yes, sir,” she teased, leaving him to his own devices.

And now, two hours and almost two full glasses of her favorite merlot later, he still was fiddling with something.

She was debating if she should go check on him. The rational part of her knew one, it was probably a disaster zone by now, and two, he would be mad that she would think so little of his skills she’d check up on him; but the irrational, panicky part of her, the one that knows when they leave for the Élysée in the morning if this place isn’t spotless they would be inviting every ant in Touquet into their kitchen, her control freak need to make sure everything was ok won out.

“Chéri,” she said gently, warning him she was encroaching on his space. “What the hell?” she asked when she finally was able to see the kitchen.

He turned around to face her, his sweet face covered in white powder like the rest of the countertop around him, hair sticking up from where he had hurriedly run his hands through it as he is wont to do when he is stressed, and what could only be charitably described as an industrial sized accident on the floor.

“I, uh, ran into some issues.”

“I can see that.”

“I bought the wrong kind of flour, so I substituted what we had for what I bought and that turned out weird, so I decided to scratch that, but then I dropped the first batch on the floor, and the cornstarch I was using as a thickener kinda exploded when I opened it -“

“Chéri, maybe it’s time to call it quits on this.”

“No! I wanted to treat you to a nice, homemade, romantic dinner. I wanted to make you feel special.”

“Mon cœur, every time you look at me, I feel special. You don’t need to cook for me.”

“Well, what are we going to do, then, because I refuse to have you cook.”

“How about take out? You pick the menu, even order the dishes. But if you really want to treat me -“

“Yes?”

“You’re cleaning up the mess this time.”

Helloooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Léo Férre is on my “to check next” list, don’t worry hahaha And I will check it, whenever the mood sends me to it 🤭

Thank you for writhing my piece 🥰❤️

Oh I’m so melting at the idea of an Emmanuel with his face covered in white powder and hair all over the place... and for now, this is my new fave mental image of him! 😻🤏🏻🥰🤤

Hahahaha having said that, I probably would have a little heart heart if I ever found my guy “destroying” the kitchen 😅🫣 hahahaha but making him clean it all up would also be the only possible way for me 😂

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

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Inked - K.Bakugou x F!Reader

Hello my readers! It’s Rina back at it again with another collab from bnharem. This time it was a literal dream come true because it is all BAKUGOU fics. Everyone wrote a fic for bakugou, so for all my bakubabies, its time to read! 

This is my VERY first smut, so be gentle. I am liable to delete my whole blog if this tanks, but I’m putting myself out here anyways! ... I’m kidding, I won’t be deleting my blog, just yeeting myself off the internet or something as dramatic

Warnings: Unprotected Sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy folks.) 

This is a tattoo artist bakugou au that has been on my mind for the longest, so I decided that this was my time to shine.

For the collab, I got the dialogue; “do you trust me?”

Find the other amazing fics here!

Shoutout to @sightoru for always hyping me up and believing in me and giving great advice. Shoutout to @kingexpl0sionmurder​ for listening to me complain about how I couldn’t do it and always telling that I could. Shoutout to @jodrawssmut​ for reading it and making me feel more confident, and also a shoutout to one of my fave writers of all time: @andypantsx3​ for giving me even more advice and support in this tumultuous endeavor of writing smut, how you guys do it on a daily basis, i dont know. 

Enjoy!

Banner Picture Credit: https://twitter.com/BrttPaige/status/1147540482475663360?s=20

You had always been the type of person that wanted to be adventurous, yet you never got around to it. You wanted to be social, yet you stayed home to study instead of going out with your friends, so you could get into your dream college. You got into your dream college, and that’s where you met the guy that you thought you were going to settle down with, despite it being your first relationship. Instead, you were left with a broken heart and time wasted after finding him in bed with another girl. 

A broken heart changes your perspective on a lot of things, including yourself, and you realize that you had wasted so much of your life in books, that you hadn’t really been living, instead you were just going through the motions. Was your dream college really your dream college, or did you want to go there because your parents did? Did you not drink because you didn’t think you’d like it, or you wanted to keep an image that wasn’t really you? 

This change in your perspective brought you to where you were now. In a bar. You had finally taken up one of your friends countless offers of a night out. You were single now, had been for weeks, and you were over it. You didn’t want to waste anymore of your life on things that shouldn’t be worried about. You had decided you were gonna live your life and whatever happens, happens. 

“What made you decide to come out tonight?” Mina asked you. Mina Ashido was a girl you had met in a lab two years ago, your freshman year of college, and despite how different you two looked, you had so much in common. She had pink hair while you had brown. She had tan skin with beautiful tattoos all down her arms, and you were pale with no tattoos at all. Despite these differences, you had become fast friends, you would dare even say she was your best friend. 

“I’m trying to live life, instead of just letting it pass me by.” You said as you took a swig from the mixed drink you were sipping on, still a little new to alcohol. She smiled. 

“Why does it take shit like heartbreak to make us into the people we always wanted to be?” you gave her a look, not being able to imagine someone breaking her heart, who would want to?

She smirked at you. “My dad broke my heart a long time before a guy ever could.” she said simply with a shrug, as if she knew what you were thinking. Mina was like that, somehow she always knew what you were thinking. 

As the night went on, you couldn’t stop staring at her tattoos. They were so beautifully done, intricate, as if someone like Picasso had picked up a tattoo gun and tried their hand at tattooing. She had some portrait work, some realistic, some with lots of line work, but all of them were beautiful.

“y/n.” she said, snapping your attention away from the tattoos. A blush forming on your cheeks from being caught staring at them.

“You like tattoos?” She said with a smile on her face. Did you like tattoos? You had never thought about them, not really. It didn’t fit into the person you had try to be in the past, but now that you were just doing whatever you wanted, that made you happy… a tattoo was really appealing, even though you weren’t sure about your pain tolerance. 

You nodded. 

“I might get one, now that I’m not letting life just pass me by.”

“Let’s get one tonight.” Your eyes widened at her remark.

“Mina. It’s like almost midnight. I doubt there’s a tattoo shop open anywhere, and if they are, I don’t know if I would trust someone who stayed open till midnight, tattooing people.” You said giving her a side-eye as you took a larger swig from your drink.

Her smile widened and then she laughed. 

“You’re right. He closes at 6, and he’s usually in bed at 8:30. I swear he’s a grandpa even though he’s only 25, but he never turns down a tattoo virgin, and he does owe me a favor, so I could get him to do one tonight… So are you in or not?” You thought about it. Tattoos were permanent, a commitment, which should scare you since your last commitment had ended in heartbreak, but tattoos couldn’t break your heart, right? 

Before you could talk yourself out of it, even though you had no idea what you would even get, maybe just something random, maybe there was one of those machines that you had heard of, where you put money in and a tattoo idea came out, you nodded.

She smiled, showing her teeth with how wide it was, and pulled out her phone. You watched her type away for a couple of minutes, rolling her eyes as some of the messages came through, but smiling nonetheless, it made you curious as to who this tattoo artist was. Mina obviously knew them, knew them well to be okay messaging them so close to midnight, to get a tattoo.

She slipped her phone into her pocket and stretched her arms before looking at me with a face. From her expression you couldn’t tell what the outcome of the conversation was, at least until she broke out into a big smile. 

“He said to give him 30 minutes to get there, so we can finish our drinks then catch a cab or uber there, it’s only 10 minutes or so away, i believe.” She said, taking a swallow from her glass.

You nodded looking at your drink that was almost empty. You downed the rest in one go, for some liquid courage, for some reason you felt you might need it. You stood up as Mina stood up with you. She took her phone out of her pocket, her eyes widening as she read a text that she had received. She took her lip into her mouth, as if she was debating on what to do.

“You okay?” You asked her, concerned something might be wrong.

She giggled. “I’m fine, Kirishima just texted me wanting me to come home because he needs me.”

You paused for a second. While it would be nice to have someone for moral support for your first tattoo, you knew that both Mina and Kirishima were always busy with school and jobs, so they didn’t get a lot of alone time. You smiled, just because you were single and angry at the world, didn’t mean that she was, so you sighed. You had made it outside the door before you had realized, so you looked at her.

“Give me the tattoo shop address and go see your man.” You said to her with a small smile, and she squealed.

“Thank you, I owe you one!” She said as she wrote a text with the address to the shop, and hailed a cab to drive her home as you waited for the uber that she had apparently ordered before you guys walked out. 

A blue sedan rolled up to the curb you were on a few minutes later. 

“Mina?” You smiled sliding into the backseat.

“Mina is my bestfriend, she had to go, but she said I could take the uber to where I needed to go.” You explained to him as you gave him the address that Mina had given you. 

You listened to the music as the driver took you to your location, wondering what you were going to get tattooed on your body. Now that you were thinking about it, you had tons of ideas going through your head about what you might want on your body for the rest of your life.

“Ma’am, we’re here.” the driver said, snapping you out of your thoughts, having not noticed that the car had stopped. 

You smiled at the driver, and you got out of the car, wishing them a goodnight. 

You looked towards the shop, but stopped as you spotted a figure by the door, a cigarette in hand, arms crossed as if they were waiting, but that’s not why you stopped. It was because this might have been the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. He was wearing a tank top, so you could see the skin was covered in tattoos, not a patch was bare along his arms, and it made your mouth water, because the muscles were also very visible, and he was fit, really fit. He had blonde hair that fit him so well, sticking up in places everywhere, you just wanted to run your hands through it, even if you didn’t know who this man was.

His voice stopped you from checking him out as he said your name.

“Are you Y/N?” He said as he took a drag from the cigarette in his hands, looking you up and down, with a smirk on his face. You didn’t trust using words at that moment, so you just nodded. He threw the cigarette on the ground, snuffing it out with the bottom of his shoes, holding out his hand.

“I’m Katsuki. Katsuki Bakugou. Mina told me you were coming, but she didn’t say how pretty you were. I’ll be tattooing you.” He stated, as he shook your hand, sending sparks all down your spine, body alight at just a single handshake. At that moment, you weren’t sure exactly what tattooing with him would consist of, but you were ready to be inked.

He opened the door to the shop, holding it so that you could enter first, and you quietly thanked him for the chivalrous act. 

“First tattoo on a friday night at almost midnight, why do you want it?” He said, his back facing you as he led you to the back of the shop, into a tattoo room. He waved towards the table that you assumed you’d be getting tattooed on, and you sat there as he went around the room flipping stuff on, getting ready for the work ahead. 

“Why?” You asked him, not expecting him to ask you that, you had assumed he’d just ask you what you wanted and do it, never thinking that he would care why you wanted to get one, at the age of 25, people usually getting one, if they wanted, as soon as they were legal to do so. 

He hummed in agreement, before turning to look at you, stopping his messing with the contraption that you assumed was the gun, not having ever seen one before. 

“People have different reasons, some better than others. I’ve heard lots of different answers, some girls just want it because they want something cute on their skin, some men get them to prove that they can handle it, but there have also been deeper reasons, and i like to know why I’m tattooing someone. Mina’s tattoos all mean something to her, will yours mean something to you?” He explained. 

“I want it to mean something, I’m just not sure what… I want it to mean.” You said, hesitantly, wanting to be able to give him a better answer than that.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but words just started pouring out of your mouth.

“I’ve always been the girl who does things because she wanted to seem perfect, wanted to uphold an image for her family, but I’m tired of being that girl. I want to do things that I want to do, not because I think it’ll make anyone else happy. I want to be me, unapologetically. I dated a guy for 2 years, up until 3 or 4 months ago, and he was great, at least to my family because they loved him, and I thought I did too.” You took a deep breath, before rubbing your neck sheepishly, but Bakugou just gestured for you to finish, as if this was just another day of work for him, and you were starting to think it was. He just gave off the energy that you could talk to him, and he’d be brutally honest about everything, telling you exactly what you needed to hear, not what you wanted. 

“I thought I loved him too, until I came home, to an apartment that we shared, with him balls deep inside another woman, in the bed that we had shared for a year, and it hurt, y’know? It hurt, and it broke my heart, but then I just felt so free when the pain left. I’m starting to think that I didn’t love him, per se, but that I loved the idea of him, someone that my parents would approve of, that would give me the stable life that everyone else wanted for me, but I’ve just come to realize that… I don’t want that. I want to fall hopelessly in love with someone because I love them, not be with them because I think it’s what’s right. I want to travel and help others. I want to live.” You exhaled, not expecting to let all of that out to someone you had just met, but for some reason, you felt like you could trust him. You looked at him, and he had a small smile on his face. 

He came towards you, put his face in yours and smirked. 

“I know just what to tattoo on you.” He stated.

“O-oh yeah?” You stuttered out, his closeness making your body flush and your nerves flare up.

He nodded.

“Do you trust me?” He asked you as he leaned away and stood back up straight, having to lean down a little to be eye level with you as you were sitting.

You had just met him. Could you trust someone that you had just met? Probably not, but nevertheless you trusted him enough to spill your emotional trauma out to him, so surely you could trust him with putting something on your body, his work was beautiful, mina’s skin was a testament to that, so you nodded, giving him a small, nervous smile.

“I trust you.” You stated.

“Any idea where you want the tattoo to be?” He asked you. You thought about it for a moment.

“I think I'd like it on the back of my thigh.” you told him. He smirked at that answer. 

“Okay, princess. Take your pants off.” He said, nonchalantly. You felt your face flush, and you were sure you would look like a tomato if you looked in the mirror right now. You gave yourself a push, calming your nerves, and stripped your pants off before you could think more about it. You laid on the tattoo table, face down ass up, and you heard him doing something in the background. Music flooded the room and you heard him sit down in the chair beside the table. His hand touched the curve of your ass as he prepped the area for the tattoo. He laid the stencil down, asking you if you wanted to see the placement, but you shook your head. He asked you if you trusted him, so you were gonna trust him fully, not wanting to see what he was doing until it was done. 

The tattoo gun vibrated against your skin as he drew on your skin with ink, you had thought it would hurt more, but it didn’t. 

“So how do you know mina?” you asked him, breaking the silence between the two of you. 

“We went to Yuuei together, and we were in the same class for 3 years. Kirishima is my best friend, so she was a part of our friend group, and we’ve just stayed close.” He said, plainly. You were aware of every move he made against your skin, his hand on your leg felt as if it was burning your skin. 

“I met her in a lab, and despite all the differences between us, we connected, and now she’s my best friend, the best one I’ve ever had probably.” You told him when he asked you the same question back. 

“How’d you get into tattooing?” You asked, trying to get your attention off his hand and its movements on your ass and thigh, telling yourself that this was his job, it didn’t mean anything, even if you wanted it to. 

“I was an angry kid, so I drew out my feelings, and I was good, but one day I saw All Might’s tattoo work, and I wanted to do that, so after high school, I got an apprenticeship with him along with a childhood… friend… of mine because I wouldn’t settle for anything less than working under the best, and once I learned everything I could from him, I opened up this shop, and the rest is history.” Everyone knew of All Might. He was one of the most famous tattoo artists in the world, one of his apprentices, Deku, was running his old shop now that he was retired. 

“Why were you angry?” You asked him before thinking. You mentally rolled your eyes at yourself, you didn’t ask people that, when you barely knew them. Then again, you had told him things that you usually don’t tell people you barely knew.

He chuckled. 

“That’s a long story, princess. Maybe I can tell you another time, over dinner.” He said. He called you princess again, and it had the same effect, going straight to your core. 

“D-dinner?” You stuttered out. He wanted to take you to dinner?

“Yeah. Me. You. A meal.” He said, and somehow, you could just picture the smirk on his face. He patted your ass as you heard the tattoo gun’s buzzing stop, the action making you clench your thighs, hoping he didn’t notice the small action. 

You looked at the clock, somehow almost 2 hours had passed, and you had gotten a tattoo, and a wet spot in your panties that you hoped wasn’t noticeable. You felt him spray something on your tattoo, before patting your ass again, and you wondered if he did this with all the girls he had tattooed.

“Are you ready to see it?” He asked, and you took a deep breath and nodded. You got off the table and turned towards the mirror, with your back facing it, turning your head to see the back of your thigh, gasping at the sight. You felt tears come to your eyes. 

He had drawn a beautiful bird cage with its door open and a bird flying out of it with beautiful flowers around the cage.

*picture something like this*

You saw him come closer to you in the mirror, and you turned towards him with tears in your eyes. He smiled softly, instead of the usual smirk. 

“You’re free now.” He stated, and despite being the least sexual thing he could ever say to you, it was like something snapped in you, that had been building up since you laid eyes upon him that night. 

You leaned up, slowly, looking him in the eyes, hoping that he had felt the connection between you two, but that if he hadn’t, he would stop you, and he didn’t, so you closed the gap between you and kissed him. He kissed you back, almost instantly, and it was full of passion and hunger. He slowly backed you up against the wall, holding your hands above your head when he got you against it. He pulled back, looking at your face, and smirked, before pecking your lips, dragging his lips down your jaw leaving pecks that set your skin aflame in the wake. He got to your neck and kissed the same spot a couple of times before sucking, you were sure it was going to leave a mark, but it didn’t matter. He had already left something more permanent on your skin. You felt a moan leave your mouth as you felt his teeth scrape against your skin as he left a mark. He pulled away too soon, and you felt your head chase his, to bring your lips back together, moving on instinct. 

“I have to wrap your tattoo, princess.” He said to you, making you groan out loud, and he smirked pecking your lips.

“We have plenty of time, relax.” He whispered as he walked to a drawer, grabbing something, you weren’t really paying attention to what he was doing, and before you knew what was happening, he turned you around so that your chest was against the wall, and he dropped to his knees behind you. You felt him rub something on the spot where your tattoo was and felt him put something over it, then as you were about to turn back around, you felt his lips on your thighs, placing kisses up, and you arched your back at the feeling. You felt him go up your leg with his lips before he got to your center, and he pressed a kiss onto the wet spot in your panties and you groaned out loud. 

“Don’t be a tease.” You said, sounding out of breath when he had barely touched you, your body felt like it was on fire, burning for his touch as if him touching you was the only thing to ease the burn. 

He chuckled against your core, before, suddenly, you felt the cold air of the room against you and you were bare before him, you instinctively closed your thighs to hide your wetness from him, but kept your thighs apart, slapping your ass making your back arch at the small sting it sent through you.

“Don’t hide from me princess.” He said before you felt his tongue lick its way up your slit, a filthy moan leaving your lips at the sensation. He ate you slowly at first, teasing you with the piercing on his tongue, making you pant and say “please” before he ate you as if he was a man starved and you were the only thing that could satiate his hunger. You felt yourself climbing in ecstasy, you could not wait to reach the peak of it. Suddenly, it was like a dam broke as he took your clit into his mouth and sucked, his piercing rubbing against, making you reach your peak, and you let out a pornographic worthy moan, never having cum so hard from oral. You felt yourself being spun around before you could come completely down from your high, your back now against the wall you had been leaning on with your arms as he feasted on you. Bakugou pulled you into a kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips, kiss full of hunger and lust. You felt his hand run down the front of your body before one of his fingers rubbed against your clit, moaning into the kiss.

“Please.” You whispered against his lips, barely pulling away from the kiss, only enough so that you could whisper that one word to him. He smirked into the kiss before inserting a finger into your cunt, slowly, agonizingly slow, and you whimpered at the intrusion, having been so long since something had penetrated you.

“Fuck princess. You’re so tight, you think you can handle my cock?” He muttered do you as he peppered kisses down your jaw before getting to that sweet spot on your neck again.

“I can handle it.” You got out, moaning between the words. He chuckled against your neck, fucking you with his finger before adding another. It felt so good, but you wanted more. You moved against his fingers, giving yourself more friction, the palm of his hand brushing against your clit as you fucked back onto the two fingers.

“That’s right baby, fuck yourself on my fingers.” He whispered into your ear, his voice gravelly and full of lust. You grabbed his hair, pulling his lips back to yours, he groaned against your lips at the feeling of you pulling hair, making your pull more, softly biting his bottom lip as you pulled away, looking into his eyes as you rode his fingers.

“More. Please.”

“You sure?” He asked as he rubbed a third finger against your clit, making you throw your head back and scream a silent moan, you could feel yourself reaching your peak again, you nodded at him, wanting more, needing more. 

His third finger entered slowly with the first two, and you whimpered, stretching you open, but the slight pain mixed with the pleasure felt so good. Your hips had stopped moving, so he started a slow pace, to get you accustomed to the stretch before he made it a steady faster pace, fucking you with his fingers. You pulled at his shirt, wanting it off, when it should have been off long ago. He stopped to take it off for you, and you whimpered at the loss of contact, but when you saw his chest, you groaned. It was covered in beautiful, intricate artwork. His body was that of a Greek god, chiseled to perfection, and when you noticed a glimmer from the light of the room hitting it on his chest, you spotted the piercings he had on his nipples, and you salivated, becoming more hungry for this man than you already were. 

You pulled his face closer and grabbed his hand guiding it back to your center, where you wanted them, and he slowly slid each finger back in, one by one. You groaned at the return of the feeling of his fingers inside you, your body set aflame once more. You pecked his lips as he started a steady pace, making your way down his jaw and neck like he had done to you previously, but you had a target. Thankfully, he was taller than you, because your height gave you the perfect angle to take his pierced nipple into your mouth and gently suck, the moan he let out, making you even wetter than you already were. 

You gave each nipple attention before attaching his lips back to yours, loving the way they fit together so effortlessly. 

“I want you inside me.” You groaned against his lips, grabbing his belt buckle, undoing his belt without breaking away from the kiss. 

You broke away, getting on your knees to unbutton his jeans, pulling down his underwear along with them, freeing his erection. You gasped at the size of it, understanding why he asked you if you thought you could handle it. He was big, girthy, and a nice length, but you noticed that there was also metal glinting in the light down there as well, piercings on his cock as well you licked at the tip that was leaking pre feeling the metal of his piercing against your tongue, but before you could take him into your mouth, or try to, he pulled you back up to your feet.

“As much as I’d love to have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, princess, I want to be inside of you just as much as you want it.” He whispered giving you a kiss, he muttered that he needed to get a condom, but you stopped him from walking away.

“I’m clean, I’m on the pill, just fuck me. I want to feel all of you, inside me, please.” You told him, tone almost as if you were begging, he threw his head back and groaned at your words. He looked into your eyes as he rubbed the tip against you, you whimpered at the sensation of his piercing rubbing against your clit. He patted your thighs, signalling you to jump, so you did, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you from against the wall. He sat you down on the table that you had been laying on to get a tattoo just earlier, and spread your legs open again, rubbing the head of his cock against you before stopping at your entrance. He looked at you, as if he was giving you one last chance to back out, but you were all in, so you just stared back as he pushed into you. You whimpered at the stretch, making him stop, before relaxing your muscles, moving your hips to tell him to keep going. 

“Move. Please.” You whimpered out, and he obeyed. You had never felt so full in your life, and in that moment, you knew that your cunt was ruined for any other man, you would never be satisfied if they couldn’t make you feel this kind of euphoria. You wrapped your hands around his neck as he started a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, piercing hitting a spot inside of you that made you see stars, you scratched down his back, and he groaned against your lips, not kissing but still wanting to be close. 

“Oh God, Bakugou.” You let out a small scream, your peak getting closer and closer as he kept ramming into you.

“Katsuki. Call me Katsuki.” He grunted to you, sharp short thrust with every word as if to emphasize his point. 

“Feels so good, Suki.” You babbled out, head filled with nothing but the feeling of pleasure and him inside you.

“Yeah? It feels good, babe? You gonna cum all over my cock, huh princess?” He grunted into your ear, his words making your head spin even more with his dirty words. 

You whimpered out an “uh huh,” not being able to say much else, only focused on hitting your peak, clenching against him hoping he would reach his with you.

“Don’t cum until I say so.” He ground out, picking up a faster pace, making you throw your head back and scream, you were glad it was just you two in the entire building and that the walls were concrete. His thrusts getting sloppier, his hips stuttering, you knew he was close as well.

“Need to cum, please let me cum.” You whimpered to him, not knowing how much longer you could hold off your impending orgams, you were teetering on the edge of the peak, wanting to reach it so bad. 

“Fuck. Cum Baby.” He said, and you exploded into the best orgasm of your life. Vision turning white. Screaming out his name, rocking against him as you rode it out. 

“Fuck. Such a good girl, cumming all over my cock. Where do you want me to cum, princess?” He asked, his voice still full of lust, as he came to his peak, starting to pull out to finish, but you wrapped your legs around him, not wanting him to leave from inside you, wanting him to fill you up, to ink you in more ways than he already had. 

“Inside. Cum Inside, Suki.” You babbled out, begging him to cum, with pleases over and over, and he groaned, taking you into a kiss as you felt him fill you up, warmth filling you, his cum painting your walls.

“Fuck.” He whispered. You nodded, agreeing, it was a “fuck” indeed. Who knew the best sex of your entire life would be with someone you had just met.

You both stayed silent, trying to catch your breath and come down from the high you had experienced together. He pulled out, and walked over to get his jeans, putting his pants back on before stepping back between your legs, that you had not bothered to close yet. 

“This is ass backwards, but dinner Friday?” He asked you, breaking the peaceful silence and afterglow that had set in. You looked at his red eyes, and you giggled.

You decided that tattoos were permanent, but you maybe also might want the person who did the tattooing to be permanent too. You weren’t sure what would happen between you and Katsuki Bakugou, but you wanted to find out, and maybe, just maybe he’d ink his name on your heart the way he had the beautiful artwork on your leg. 

“I’m free.” you said to him, pecking his lips for good measure.

#katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha smut #katsuki bakugou smut #bakugou smut #tattoo artist bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader smut #Rina Writes #Rina recommends

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Looking for a Place to Happen 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: Here’s chapter two. Think I’ll probably slow down writing. Appreciate y’all.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 2: I follow every little whiff

💀💀💀

You gave yourself a day off that week. Rather, the desolation of Birch allowed you an excuse to get away from your desk. An internet outage across the town had you up and wandering the main road just after noon. Your grandmother refused to join you so she was left to her true crime novel and the weekday droning of talk show hosts.

After a peek in the book shop where you picked out some used thrillers for your nan and a guilty splurge on one of Babs' pies to add to the surprise, you stopped by the diner and had some soup to warm up from the unrelenting cold. You played around on your phone as you blindly slurped from your spoon. With no available connection, you swapped candies to achieve a score high enough to get to the next round.

After another loss, you put your screen down and added some pepper to the tomato soup. You leaned your chin in your hand and peered across the road. The Asp was just diagonal from The Chipped Saucer and from your seat by the window you could see the comings and goings of the dingy bar.

You chuckled to yourself as you remembered the hundreds of comments on your video. You weren't entirely surprised that the internet cheered at the sight of a woman beating up a man in broad daylight, you'd seen much worse on the web. But many were curious and asked about how it started and about the small town alluded to in the caption.

You picked up your phone and flipped open the camera. You pointed it through the glass as one of the many bikers strutted out of the bar and down the street. You knew him, like most in town, he was the leader's right hand man. Steve Rogers. He had an odd gait, rigid with long strides, and you remember Kelly used to make fun of him when you walked home from school. That felt like forever ago.

You ended the video and dropped your phone again. You'd send it to Kelly when the outage was over. It would be a good laugh. Plus, you hadn't heard from her much since she moved to the city.

You finished your soup and paid. You went out into the street and cut around to the backstreets. You made your way back to your nans and found Pippin scratching at the front door. You stopped and scooped him up before you let yourself in.

"Don't like the snow, do ya?" You set him down and he whipped his tail before skittering off, "hey nan, I got you some stuff."

"You spend too much," she grumbled as you hung your coat and grabbed her treats.

"Only on you," you sang as you entered the front room, "sugarless blueberry pie, your fave, and some books about murder and all that freaky stuff you love."

"Hmm," she watched you put the pie and books down on the coffee table, "suppose the pie will go good with tea."

"Ah, and I suppose I'll be making that tea?" You returned.

"My arthritis…" she pouted but her grin came through.

"Yeah, yeah," you snickered as you went to the kitchen to put on the kettle, "we going black today or something lighter?"

"Put on some of the pekoe," she called back, "make a whole pot."

"Will do, ma'am," you trilled and basked in her annoyed mutter.

💀

When the internet came back, you sent of an email to inform the agency of the interruption and promised to meet your deadlines. Then you puttered around and added a caption to the video before you sent it off to Kelly; 'why he walk like that tho'. She sent a series of crying emojis back and told you to post it.

'Nah, it's a dumb joke.' You typed back.

'Saw ur last vid, ppl will eat it up,' she insisted.

'Well, got nothing else to put up. The account’s dying since no one cares about my writing.'

'DO IT.' Her words sealed your resolve and you uploaded the video with some dramatic music in the background.

The response was almost instantaneous. Several comments saying they were happy to see more and others being for another video. 'We all wanna see inside this fucked up town' one added and several latched on. Ignoring the questions of where this was, you gave a thin promise of future small town thug content. 

You turned back to your work email and opened up your draft for your next gig. You couldn't help but smile as you went over your work. You might have just found your niche.

💀

You knew your nan would lose it if she knew you were snooping around the club, so you didn’t tell her. You went down, made her breakfast, went back upstairs to do your work, then tiptoed out in the late afternoon to poke around town for something to upload. Birch was so dull when you lived there but to those outside, it was a novelty you were all too eager to provide.

You got more videos of the bikers; some revving their bikes, others arguing, but there was nothing overly usable. You were getting bored of it until the man himself walked out of the bar. You record the man’s glower expression as he marched down the sidewalk and turned off just down the way.

‘His name is Bucket… wtf?!’ you keyed in and snorted as you waited for it to load to your account.

Still, there was nothing special going on, like always in Birch, and your grandmother was bound to get suspicious if you kept sneaking around. You went back and hid your phone before she could bitch about it. You cooked her dinner and sat with her as your thoughts swung between work and your TikTok.

You went to bed but couldn’t sleep. You ended up watching YouTube on your phone as the windows shook with the night winds. It wasn’t until the darkness began to glow that you were roused from the cocoon of your comforter. You looked out and saw smoke coming from the main road.

You didn’t think before you pulled on your jeans and shoved your feet into your slipper, unconcerned about them soaking through as you barreled down the stairs, the sleeves of your hoodie only half on. The back door bounced behind you and you crunched down into the snow and clamored past the row of lifeless houses. 

You were out of breath as you got to the end of the path and rounded the diner to gape over at the burning garage. You got closer as the line of bikers stood in their leather with breath puffing before them in the frigid night. You stepped back into the shadow of the brick façade of the realty office and swiped your camera open.

Your hands shook and you struggled to steady the image on the screen as the mechanic woman raged in only her tee shirt. You didn’t quite understand what was going on; only that her garage was up in smoke and then men were doing nothing to smother it. She swung at the dark haired man and spat at several others; “cowards”... “fuck all of you!”

You gulped and held your breath as she was dragged away by the large redheaded henchman of the slender outsider. She fought for a moment before she was flung over his shoulder and the biker followed their leader back to The Asp. You sidled in between the building and hid until the voices faded into the wind.

Well, that would be a hell of a video. It might even go viral.

💀

Your phone did not stop. You almost felt bad as you saw the screen limn the edges of your cell as you left it face down on the little table beside the couch. Your nan sat in her rocking chair talking away on her corded phone to Linette from down the road. You suspected that every other person in town was gossiping about the same thing; the fire.

You finished your coffee and rubbed your eyes as you checked the time and ignored the pulsing notifications. It was too much to keep up with.

Your grandmother hung up and sighed, “can’t believe it. You hear?”

“Hear what?” you pretended ignorance.

“That old garage burned down. The one with the lady,” she said, “pity. When I was a girl, that place was a salon. Ma used to take us there to get our hair cut. The barber would give us wrapped candies and pretend to cut himself with his scissors.”

“Oh? It burned down?” you weren’t sure you were very convincing but you also could just say you saw it happen.

“Yep, no one really can say. You know, maybe she was welding or some rag caught, but I bet my money on those bikers,” she sneered.

“Good thing you’re poor,” you kidded, “and why the bikers?”

“Oh, well, you know Kimmy, Linette’s girl, works down at the diner and she saw that mechanic arguing with one of those strangers, the ones dealing with the club men. Well, it’s no coincidence that trouble follows those leather jackets around,” she rocked as she nodded knowingly, “oh, one of the boys I knew back in the day, he was found burnt up with his bike. They said the tank blew… well, I saw it and that tank was pristine.”

“Nan,” you gasped, “you… Jesus.”

“Well, things don’t change in Birch, we just get older,” she continued, “when you’re young, everything seems new but then you age and it’s all just the same.”

“Wow, how… inspiring,” you said dryly.

“Girlie, you gotta be careful,” she intoned, “that fire, that’s a lesson to all the women in this town. To everyone. You don’t cross the Commandos.”

“I don’t think anyone--”

“That’s another thing, there has never been a shortage of stupid people, not now not then,” she girded, “those women who get tied up in that club, their lives are already done.”

You frowned and hid your phone in your pocket as you stood. You rubbed your neck and picked up your empty mug, “I should get started.”

“Mmm,” she said as she dialed the phone again, “I wonder if Fran knows yet.” 

💀

You were being really fucking stupid but peer pressure was not a logical thing. Even through a screen, you found it hard to resist the goads. So there you were, your phone in your hand as you live-streamed your walk down to The Asp. The data costs alone would make you regret it but you were caught up in the hype of you fifteen second of internet fame.

“Alright,” you stopped across the street and gave a view of the moniker with Cleopatra sultrily looking down at you, “this is it… I just gotta play it cool…” you turned the lens towards you and smiled nervously, “hopefully that dude at the front doesn’t stop me.”

Comments flicked up the bottom of the screen so fast and smilies and hearts floated up the side around your face. You crossed the screen as you turned your phone against your coat and approached the bar door. The large biker butted out his smoke and you bared your teeth nervously. He didn’t stop you as he rolled his shoulders and coughed.

You entered to the noise of classic rock and low voices, the clink of glasses and tap of chalk on marble. You glanced around and quickly swept your phone around to give a view of the patrons. You hurried over to the bar and climbed up on a stool.

“You need a drink?” the woman behind the bar scowled. She looked worn out even with her lips painted bright pink and her eyes clouded with blue shadow.

“Uh, sure, can I… can I get one pint of everything you have on tap?” you asked as you set your phone down and shrugged out of your coat. You draped it over the next stool and reposition your phone as you flipped the cam and used the built in stand on the case to angle yourself onto the screen.

“Sure,” she narrowed her eyes and glanced past you.

You swung your feet as you waited for her to pour the five pints; some with too much foam and the others with no head at all. You took the first and held it up for the camera.

“A classic, BudLight,” you held it up to the light, “no head and…” you sipped, “flat.” You plunked it down and coughed as you grabbed the next, “this is a raddler?” you looked at the tap for confirmation, “grapefruit… smells like piss…” you had a sip, “tastes like it too.”

You chuckled to yourself and asked for a water. You made a show of swishing it around in your mouth before you moved onto the third beer.

“Had to cleanse the palate,” you joked, “now… lots of foam on this one, dark. You know, I’m pretty surprised they have Guinness here but let’s see…” you tasted it and crinkled your nose, “that’s it. Exactly like toilet water!”

You read some of the comments telling you to check the bottles for bugs and laughed. Suddenly you were yanked off the stool by the back of your shirt and your phone was swiped up by another man as the first restrained you. You struggled against his thick arm as it hooked around your neck and the leader of their crew stared at the screen of your cell.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he snarled as he hit the screen with his thumb but the stream kept going. He dropped the phone to the floor and stomped it instead.

“This is the bitch posting about us online,” the man at your back growled. It was Steve, the one with the weird walk.

“I doubt either of you know how to use a computer,” you scoffed, “hey, let me go.”

“And why would we do that when you’re snitching to the whole world, sweetheart?” Bucky kicked your phone away as he crossed his arms.

“Actually, I’m--” you grasped Steve’s arm as it threatened to get tighter, “--promoting your trash business. I was just having a tasting, if you had just asked--”

“Shut up!” Bucky stepped closer and brought your legs up and stopped him as you planted your feet against his stomach.

“Hey,” a woman’s voice came from behind the bar as the waitress shoved aside her empty tray, “hey, she’s just a kid.”

“Bullshit,” Bucky huffed, “she looks full-grown to me.”

“So what are you gonna do?” she said, “she’s young. You can’t--”

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” he snapped.

“She’s right,” another voice intoned and that man, Sam, came up beside them with a pool cue in hand, “she’s just goofing around.”

“She’s a rat,” Steve insisted.

“You’re being dramatic. It’s called a meme and you do walk a little strange,” he chuckled, “no one’s gonna follow her breadcrumbs back to this shithole anyway.”

Bucky considered Sam and then looked at Steve. He poked his cheek with his tongue and sucked his teeth.

“So… you vouching for her?” Bucky asked.

“She won’t cause any more trouble, promise,” Sam said, “I’ll make sure of it.”

“You better,” Bucky snapped his fingers and you were released, “get her out of here.” 

#sam wilson #dark sam wilson #dark!sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #sequel #looking for a place to happen #au #biker au #biker!au #birch #biker boys of birch #MCU #marvel #thor #loki #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #captain america #tfatws #avengers

[carlislecullen-taxevader]

just finished reading midnight sun for the second time and here are my thoughts no one asked for:

(warning: spoilers obviously but this is also stupid long bc I don’t know how to shut up)

am I an edward cullen stan?

yes

do I want to be?

no

he is insufferable

tanya funding edward submerged in a snow bank just sulking

apparently vampires can move so fast they don’t leave any footprints in the snow???

physics smeyer??

but does this mean they could walk on water?

also eddie, buddy, you aren’t hades

you are just depressed and repressed and horny

and bella is not persephone, she hates greenery and her favorite color is brown

speaking of bella being persephone: she was simply eating mushroom ravioli

not condemning herself to the underworld

literally take a deep breath and calm down

also it’s not super cool of you, edward, to throw rosalie’s revenge on her attackers back at her

I truly wish she would have burned edward’s car just for the remark he made

also are we just going to gloss over the blatant favoritism that carlisle and esme show towards edward???

like come on

i know you’ve known him the longest but he’s been sulking around for literal decades and thats who you pick to be your fave??? when literally anyone else exists??

@alice and jasper: y’all need a dog??? i can bark

i’ll never forgive smeyer for making jasper a confederate soldier. never.

emmett my man, he’s just happy to be here

emmett might be our resident himbo but carlisle doesn’t have a thought behind his eyes and I stand by that

no I won’t elaborate

edward debating the entire book if bella is mentally stable

carlisle calling up billy and being like “lol we’re back hehe”

so um does bella not have a screen on her window??

I don’t think she does but if that’s the case then why the fuck doesn’t edward worry about her falling out the window?

he literally is worried about a meteorite crashing through her room during the night but not about her screen-less window

also not him justifying being a stalker with “well my family commits tax fraud on the daily so it’s fine”

and him bringing wd40 to oil the window

“it was enlightening and alluring to watch her in her element” babes she’s making a bowl of cheerios

I can’t stand him

the way eddie is convinced bella thinks he’s repulsive and disgusting

sir

I would live and die for charlie swan

and that’s all I will say on that

carlisle sending edward out for a night on the town so he can set up a christmas tree for him!!!!

emmett and jasper’s huge and elaborate game of chess

alice helping jasper cheat

jasper and emmett not letting edward play so he sulks around like a child

show me more of that smeyer

oh oh oh edward and alice’s relationship

honestly, it’s precious

that’s what I want to see

edward categorizing all the insects in the meadow and the surrounding area to calm his horny ass is peak comedy

very mormon of you smeyer

I knew edward was a car boy

reluctant but aware

however, I still hate it

edward being obsessed with cars: kinda cute bc he really is obsessed but also mainly nauseating

rosalie being obsessed with cars: simply sexy

the way smeyer just elaborates on things after the fact

like just completely neglected jaspers power the entire saga and so in ms she’s like “oops maybe I should talk about that”

and i’m glad she did bc!!! it’s so cool

i’ve always loved what jasper could do but it’s actually super complex and cool and I love him

him using his power to protect bella during the baseball scene from james

emmett and jasper being edward’s side mirrors is peak entertainment

edward making carlisle text babysitting instructions to alice

but also edward mansplaining how much water bella needs to carlisle as if he’s not an actual doctor

also real quick

the amount of malpractice in this damn book

‼️carlisle‼️drugged‼️and‼️left‼️a‼️soccer‼️mom‼️on‼️the‼️side‼️of‼️a‼️phoenix‼️freeway‼️

just left her stranded in the heat

I hate it here

emmett throwing the gaudy stolen car into oncoming traffic was my favorite part

however

aren’t you guys suppose to even vaguely pass as human???

besties

hate to break it to you

but that doesn’t cut it

it would hit me at random times that edward is literally 17 years old

someone tell me why they let the 17 year old orchestrate the car chase????

also edward wasting time trying to pick out which car he likes the best for said car chase and alice is like bitch ur gf is dying we gotta go

anyway someone tell me why edward sucking the venom out of the bite on bella’s hand is synonymous with the mental image of someone putting their head and open mouth under a soda fountain??

edward saying “but i’m a vampire!!” never fails to make me laugh

like babes we know

also you mean to tell me that jasper was in the dance studio with all of bella’s blood and a car with bella bleeding and her blood all over her and edward and carlisle and he never once thought of reacting (if he would have, edward definitely would have said something) but it was a little paper cut in new moon that did it for him????

I don’t buy it

alice wearing an oversized sweatshirt and smeyer calling it avant-garde

an oversized sweatshirt AND jaspers huge watch

that’s not avant-garde bestie

alice having so much fun orchestrating and staging the supposed accident at the hotel

I love her

renee is insufferable

get her out of here

i will say that the way edward describes peoples minds is really cool

like how charlie’s is quiet and low and jacob’s is bright and warm and content

that’s sweet I like that

there’s so much more I could say but this has gone on for too long

will say that it is shitty of eddie to have seen the vision of bella catatonic in new moon and still made the decision to leave her eventually

my final thoughts: edward, do better

#twilight #twilight renaissance #midnight sun #edward cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #twilight carlisle #twilight aesthetic #twilight headcanon #twilight thoughts #tw long post

[eskel-loves-lilbleater]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

This beautiful modern take on the boys is by Sayuri527

Don’t the boys look gorgeous?  I really love how Eskel looks and the way the artist echoed his usual armor in the shirt he’s wearing.

There is a ton more gorgeous work by the artist, all sorts of fandoms. Just be warned, some of it is beautifully naughty.

648 notes • Posted 2021-03-03 05:41:03 GMT

#4

 Art by:   GronnUlv on DeviantArt

Absolutely sweet and beautiful image of our favourite Goat Dad, that I can’t find the original artist for.  But look at that gorgeous little goat face!

Edit:  A big thank you to @ana-kagetsu for messaging me and pointing me in the direction of this awesome artist.  Please go check out their other great art on DeviantArt!

667 notes • Posted 2021-02-11 05:40:34 GMT

#3

Originally post HERE on Twitter by Sayuri. (Patreon link)

This is SO good and I LOVE it so so much. I know it won't happen but omg I would love to see this.

671 notes • Posted 2021-10-03 03:00:54 GMT

#2

Look at these handsome boys! They're just pretty.

Image found on Instagram Here by Arquebun

Artist is also on Twitter HERE

829 notes • Posted 2021-07-03 03:01:06 GMT

#1

Hot stuff found here by Sayuri527  (I believe they have a Patreon and take commissions as well)

I....um...what was I going to say? *fans self* Holy crap that’s hot! *grabby hands*

957 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 02:20:47 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

Just a HUGE thank you to everyone that has followed and commented this year. I started this a year ago (anniversary popped up earlier this week!) because I kept seeing awesome Eskel art and wanted to collate it all in one place for my and other people's enjoyment. You've all been really awesome and I can't thank you all enough for loving this character as much as I do, as well as putting up with the other random bits thrown in. Onto a new year and hopefully more amazing art and stories from everyone!! <3

BTW, it's really awesome to see which images were everyone's faves this year. I totally don't blame ANYONE for that number 1! *wipes chin*

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #eskel #witcher eskel #eskel loves lil bleater #the witcher

[sashi-ya]

{+18} - Law x Fem Best Friend ♥ CH.1

♥ Daily living with the Heart pirates crew AU  ♥ Spoilers after Dressrosa Arc. Law´s backstory.  ♥ Female reader. Little physical description. Everybody is 18+, canon ages.  ♥ TW: Nightmares related to PTSD. no further warnings. If you think I should include some feel free to tell me ♥ ♥English is not my first language, so If you happen to find some grammar or vocab mistakes, I’m sorry ♥´

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31053383

Word count: 4.1K

» List of parts: {CH1}  {CH2}  {CH3}  {CH4} {CH5} «

Chapter 1

- Polar Tang, somewhere underwater on the Grand Line. July 14th. -

“Ay ay captain, I need fresh air please, I’m dying!” Shouted Bepo asking our captain, and my best friend, Trafalgar D Water Law to please emerge from underwater. Bepo is a polar bear mink, and does not like hot environments, so he is usually hot whenever we pass a lot of time underwater in the submarine.

“Let’s emerge, guys” said Law, annoyed, but willing to make the polar bear feel better. Me, despite not being a polar bear, I’m always hot, so I praised the lord for the decision. 

“Aya aya, Thank you captain!!!” Bepo celebrated and grabbed me by the arm pulling me eagerly to the main door, because he knew how much I love to get fresh air, as much as he does. 

From the control room, Shachi and Penguin shouted, announcing that we can fully unlock the door. And so, we did. Outside there was a clear blue sky, the sun was shining, but apparently, we were close to some winter islands, so the temperature was lower than we were expecting. 

Fresh cold air hit my freckled cheeks and it felt wonderful. “Oi, Y/n-ya, don’t go outside without your coat. You are going to catch a cold”, said Law while placing a white coat over my shoulders. My best friend, despite the unfriendly appearance he normally shows, has the biggest heart and takes care of the one he loves.  

I’ve known him since we were 13 years old, while wandering on a certain island of the North Blue after losing my family.  A few weeks before knowing him, I found the Nagi no mi and became the user of it. So, when we introduced ourselves, we realized I was the new user of the devil fruit that had “Cora-san”, the person that saved Law’s life. Both of us were alone, and sad, so we held onto each other, striving to survive. I wanted to become a doctor like him, so we studied together. Now I’m his right hand whenever we have a surgery. 

“Aren’t you coming outside?” I asked Law, which was still inside, looking through the door with a listlessly gaze at the immense sea around us. He looked at me, sighed and said, “Tomorrow is 15th”.  He didn’t wait for my response and walked away. 

Our captain still misses “Corazón”, Rosinante, or “Cora-san”, as he usually calls him, and on July 15th was his birthday. He was killed by his brother, Donquixote Doflamingo, who was taken down and sent to prison by Law and the Mugiwaras, a few months ago.  I didn’t say a word, mainly because I knew how Law hates to show his feelings and even if I decide to say something, it wasn't going to help at all. The afternoon went by, and while the crew was having fun relaxing on the deck, Law didn’t show up. So, I proceeded to go see him, he usually loves to be alone, but this time I felt he needed some company.  

I headed straight to the kitchen, made his favorite tea and went to his room. “Oi, Doc, you’ve been there for a good 5 hours, I brought your fave tea. Can I come in?”, I asked, but didn’t receive any answer, so I knocked, and the door opened. “I’m sorry dumbass, it was unlocked, I brought some tea for… “I stopped when I saw Law on the floor, with red cheeks, sweated and unconscious holding something red on his hand. “Law, what the hell?” I said while placing my hand over his forehead. His skin was burning. He was running a strong fever that caused him to faint. I was worried because I didn’t know how much time had passed since he had fainted. In any case I needed to make the temperature go down, as quick as possible. 

“Law, Law, are you with me?” I asked him while grabbing him by the shoulders making soft movements. The captain vaguely opened his eyes and said “Y/n-ya… I’m ok, do… don’t worry”, “Of course you are not, your temperature is really high, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this?, come on you should take a bath right away”. He passed his arm around my neck and I grabbed him by his waist. Law is pretty tall, but I am stronger than I seemed, so I made him stand up and took him to the bathroom. 

I turned on the shower and helped Law to undress. Taking off first his sweated white shirt and then unbuttoning his jeans. I left him only with his boxers on, that made me giggle a little ‘because they had a heart pattern all over. 

The laughing was over because he became pretty weak so in order to avoid him falling, I had to grab him real tight, making myself enter to the open douche. We remained for a few seconds looking at each other under the running water, until he slipped a sloppy laugh at how I was becoming wet. “Dumbass don’t laugh” I apprehended him. I remained there for a few minutes letting the slightly cold water bathe his whole body, waiting for the temperature to drop.  I realized I’ve never been that close to him, we usually had zero physical contact, and as weird as it might sound this was the first time, I saw that he has more tattoos than I thought. 

“Sexy motherfucker look what you’ve been hiding”, I thought, but quickly I uprooted those thoughts off my head. “Come on, Y/n, he is like your brother….”. 

I turned off the water, extended my arm out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Wrapped him with it and as I was doing so, I noticed that Law was looking at my chest, still weak but now able to stand up without my help. 

“Take off your wet boxers, I’m not watching” I said, turning my back to him. To which he responded, “I don’t care if you look, you are like my doctor”. 

“Oh, come on, tell me when you are ready”, I said, a little embarrassed.

A few seconds later he told me he was ready and I turned back at him again, realizing that now the towel was hanging from his hip bones, leaving his whole tattooed torso naked, his hair was pretty straight from being wet and his cheeks now don’t show as much blush as before. I admired the image of the handsome man I got before my eyes for less than two seconds and told him to go to bed.  I helped him to get into bed carefully not to untie the white towel, because he was still a little weak. 

“Wait here, I’m going to the infirmary to get you some antipyretics, ok?” I ordered pointing at him. 

I was about to walk out the bedroom when I heard him say “Oi, dumbass, are going out looking like that?, Put on one of my shirts” and I realized that my underwear was showing through the transparency of my wet clothes. I widened my eyes, and my cheeks turned to fire. Without saying anything I opened the drawers grabbing a shirt and some shorts he had there. I ran to the bathroom where I got changed and left the bedroom without even looking at him. 

I walked through the hallway feeling my heartbeat faster, trying to dismiss the embarrassment I was feeling, until I got to the infirmary.

While searching for the medication I asked myself why this whole situation was making me lose my cool so easily, but no answer came out of it.

I then went to the kitchen to grab some water for Law to take the antipyretics and came back to my captain's room. 

I gave him the pills and water and waited for him to take them.

"Let me check on your temperature" I said, and he raised his arm for me to put the thermometer under his armpit. "I don't want to feel sick; I hate those pills you gave me", complaining and acting almost as if he was a little boy. I remember when we were younger. He rarely got sick after he cured himself from the amber lead disease, but whenever he felt bad, he acted as he was a kid. I always thought that was really cute and today it wasn't the exception. I teased him a little bit for being a capricious little child and he smiled, gave him shorts, because his temperature was getting lower.  I asked him if he was hungry and he assented. 

 The whole crew was still having fun on the deck, so I went back to the kitchen and made Law some soup. 

I brought the meal to the room that he devoured, despite feeling sick. We chatted a little bit until he fell asleep. "How angelic you seem sleeping and acting as a child, Law…" I whispered while contemplating his face that was slightly illuminated by the moonshine that enters from one of the little windows. 

Suddenly, something on the floor caught my eyes. It was some sort of red cloth. Picking it up I realized it was Law’s most precious treasure, Cora-san’s hat, that he was holding when I found him on the floor. I put the hat next to his face and caressed his cheek softly, "Sleep tight, Law, Corasan and I will take care of you tonight”. 

A few hours passed and the bustle of the crew slowly turned to silence as they went to bed. 

Sitting on bed next to him I must have fallen asleep until I was woken up by some grunts. Law was still asleep, but he seemed uncomfortable, he was again starting to sweat, and a few tears were running through his cheeks. I placed my hand over his forehead and his skin was burning once more, not only was he having one of those nightmares he always has, but also his fever was getting serious again. 

I went to the bathroom, got some towels wet and put them over his face and under his armpits. 

I held his hand and softly said “everything is going to be ok, Law”. You see, when someone has nightmares related to PTSD it's better not to wake them up instantly. With Law it has always been better if I slowly do it, making sure I am there for him.  He woke up, looking at me embarrassed but relieved I was there to tell him it was just a bad nightmare. 

The night went by, with me frequently changing the wet towels for more cold ones and the fever slowly stopped. My best friend went back to sleep until the next morning. 

The sunrise was invading timidly the room and the clock strikes 7 am. Time for Law to take the medicine again, I said and stand up from bed. 

I headed to the kitchen to prepare some tea and bring a glass of water to my patient.  

When I got there, I saw Penguin and Bepo looting the fridge. "Excuse me? What are you both doing?" I shouted, scaring the hell out of both of my nakamas. "Aya aya Y/n, you are gonna kill us!!". But after looking at me both of them changed their facial expression from scared to confused.  "Y/n, are you wearing the Captain's clothes? “asked Penguin, scanning my whole image from head to toe. "They suit you, really". “Whatever you are trying to suggest, stop it right there, you little shit” I said frowning and continued, “Law is sick as hell, he had a fever all night long, I’m taking care of him. He is still sleeping, don't run to him, especially you, Bepo.” I sentenced the Bear that was about to run through the hallway to hug his captain. 

“Law, oi Law, wake up, you have to take your meds”, I whisper to wake him up. Slowly he opened his eyes, letting myself admire the bold grey irises that were looking at me. He gave me a weak smile and sited on the bed, grabbed the glass of water and chugged it with the pill.  “How are you doing? feeling better?”, I asked. “uhm, I am”. “Go back to sleep, then, you should rest”, I suggested - ordered - him. He nodded getting under the sheets again, covering his face with them. A little laugh slipped out of my mouth until he said “Y/n.. can you… stay here with me? If you don’t want to, it's ok.”. How cute he acts when he wants some care… “Of course, I’m staying here, I’ve been here the whole night, what makes you think I’m leaving you now?”. A silence invaded the room, until he broke it with “Thank you, do you mind getting in bed with me?”. We have slept in the same bed before when we were younger so at first it didn't surprise me, but then, something hit my insides. I didn't know why but It made me nervous. Nevertheless, I acted cool and agreed, "Ok, make some space". 

Law moved and I got under the sheets. My body didn't know how to react, so I stayed laying down facing him until he buried his face onto my chest hugging me by my waist, really tight. I put one hand over his hair and place my other hand on his back caressing it softly up and down. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was crying as my t-shirt began to have wet spots where his face was. He then placed his ear onto my chest, as he was trying to feel the beating of my heart and said, "I needed to hear your heartbeat, I don't want to ever stop hearing it". There weren't words to be said, I knew what he meant, so I simply gave him a kiss on his head and hugged him even harder.  

We both passed out at some point until a well-known voice woke me up saying "Daaaaaamn the captain and vice-captain are sleeping together!!!" Shachi was shouting and I realized I had the whole crew watching us from the door. The image they saw Included Law half naked, myself with my shirt up letting my back and stomach out, Law's hand over my waist and his head over my breasts, my leg over Law's legs. The perfect image to imagine every sexual situation. 

"It is not what you all are thinking! Law is sick, shut up!" I told everybody as I stranded up from bed arranging my clothes. The whole crew was laughing and making a fuss of it. “Hey, get out, Law didn’t get so much sleep last night, shut the hell up!” ... As I finished my sentence, I regretted it instantly and everybody started to laugh. Suddenly everyone shut up. I saw their faces turned to happy to fully serious followed by the voice of my captain saying “Oi, all of you, prepare to submerge. Bepo, resume the course to our destination, tomorrow we have to arrive at the next island, I don’t know why you all are wasting time. And, remember this is the last time you disrespect your Vice Captain. Is that clear?”, “Yes, Captain. We are sorry. Excuse us Y/n”, said everybody in unison, and rushed to their positions. 

I grabbed my face with both of my hands, I wanted to hide for a week. Law approached me and placed his hand on my shoulder saying, “don’t worry, they ‘ve always been like this, it’s ok”. I sighed hard and turned my face to him. He looked better than yesterday but still needed to rest. “Are you feeling better?” I asked him, and he nodded. 

I told him to go get some more rest, that I was going to have a bath and get some rest too, and then come back to check on him, and left to my room. 

Only Law and I have private rooms, so I was going to be safe from the looks of our nakamas as long as I didn't leave. 

I open the faucet and let the water fill my bathtub. Undressed and left Law’s clothes aside for me to clean them after and return them to him. I realized I had left my wet clothes and underwear on Law’s bathroom, but I didn’t stress much about it, he wouldn't see them, because I left them in the laundry bin. I relaxed for a few minutes in the hot water until the image of Law’s body covered in tattoos, hit my thoughts. 

Suddenly I discovered myself enjoying the fond memories of his anatomy. He had become such a grown-up man throughout all of these years, and I didn’t realize about it until last night. I wonder if he thinks the same way about me…? My mind sailed through the memoirs of yesterday, seeing his body covered in sweat, having him close under the shower, the feeling of his skin on my hands, his face over my breasts, him holding me from my waist, being in the same bed… every memory was making my body react and… I shook those thoughts out of my head. What the hell am I thinking? Law is my best friend; he is like family. Stop Y/n, stop right there. 

After eating something I headed to Law’s bedroom and stood up in front of the closed door. I’ve never felt the need to rehearse what I was going to say to him, but this time, I did. I felt the need. To my surprise I heard from behind the door as If someone was breathing with trouble, little moans perhaps. So, I instantly thought that my best friend was again running a fever, perhaps having trouble breathing. I opened the door without even knocking, worried and expecting to found Law suffering. I tripped and fell on my knees and what I saw next, was something far from distress or sickness… 

 There he was, sitting on his bed, fully naked, holding my bra with his left hand, breathing heavily, arching his back and neck with his head thrown back. His right hand stroking his hard member up and down, violently. 

I was still on my knees when he concluded someone had entered his room, and as fast as he could said “Room… Takt” and closed the door behind me with the simple movement of two fingers. “La… law… what… I mean, I’m sorry, I’m…” I barely mumbled still with my mouth open, unable to move, mortified for interrupting such a private practice. But at the same time unable to understand why the hell he had my bra on his hand while touching himself. 

He looked at me, still naked, meeting our eyes, both without even moving. Until he expressed a little smile and stood up. Me still on my knees, I contemplated him and his glorious body reaching to where I was. He stopped in front of me, grabbed my chin up in between two fingers. “Wha.. what are you doing, Law?” I asked, even though I didn’t take my eyes off him. “Shh…” he said rubbing his thumb over my lips and softly opening my mouth…

“Puru puru puru puru” the Den Den mushi next to my bed woke me up from my dream exalted. “Oh… It was just a dream…” I said and picked up the snail transponder. “Y/n, dinner is ready, you haven’t eaten anything all day, come to the dining area!”, I heard my nakamas shout through the speaker. 

I washed my face and looked into the mirror. My cheeks were red, my head was spinning, I was agitated, sweaty. I replayed the dream over and over, it felt so real… so… enticing. 

When I got to the kitchen my nakamas were already drinking beer and shouting as always, Law was seated on his usual spot, and Bepo was passing plates. “Oi Vice Captain! have a drink!!” some of them shouted, while Bepo handed me a big bowl of my favorite meal, read bean soup.  Shachi, who was seated next to me, bumped me with his elbow and said, “Oi, the dinner was chosen by the Captain specially ‘because he said it was your fave, fufufu…  are you both sleeping together again tonight”? I turned my face to him with the most psychotic expression I’ve ever had… “I’m sorry”, he said and directed his gaze to his plate. 

I looked at Law who smirked a little and kept eating without any talking. I gave him a little side smile and did the same. He had a better semblance than the night before, so I think his fever hasn't come back since last night. 

We finished eating and discussed the plan for tomorrow. We were supposed to arrive at a new island in the morning, not for anything special but for us to buy food and supplies needed. Usually, the whole crew divides the work, so some of them buy food, the others stuff for the submarine, and normally Law and I take care of buying medical supplies. 

Through all the conversation I was trying to avoid looking at Law as much as I could. Whenever our gaze locked, I remembered the dream over and over… I felt guilty, stupid. My cheeks burned every time I replayed it on my head. 

After having the plan settled, I waved goodnight to everybody, and left the kitchen. I was almost running through the corridor to get to my room as if I was trying to hide when I remembered that my underwear and clothes were still in Law's bathroom. 

“Ok, he is not here, this is my chance, I just have to recuperate them and run to my room”, I said while entering my best friend's bedroom.

I was scrutinizing the laundry bin in the bathroom, when I heard the door of the bedroom close. I stood still. "Damn, what should I do?" … so, I decided to use my devil fruit powers in order to avoid making any sound until I was able to figure out what I was going to do. I mean, I couldn't just get out of the bathroom like nothing happened, what would Law think? 

As the bathroom door was not fully closed, I was able to peek through it and observe what Law was doing. 

The captain took off his hat first, and then his shirt. He jumped on the bed and grabbed a book.

I was hoping for him to read some more and fell asleep, so in that moment I could get out from my now hiding spot. 

Twenty minutes passed and he was still reading. Meanwhile I admired every movement he did. From brushing his hair back, to how he licked his finger to turn the pages. My core felt fancy, I couldn’t escape from watching, deep down I wished for him to even untied his pants. I wanted to see more…  

Finally, he put the book down and turned off the lamp.  

"YES! FINALLY!" I said getting excited for my big escape but suddenly he said, "I know you are in the bathroom; I don't need to hear you to sense you, you know?". 

I froze, closed my eyes and remembered how strong his Observation haki got during the last months. I didn't say anything simply because I didn't know what to say. 

" Room… Shambles!", and without any warning I was teletransported to his bed. My ass hit the mattress hard making myself lose stability falling with my whole face over his lower abs. 

The scent of his skin invaded my nose for less than a few seconds, because I regained my posture as quickly as possible. "Law, how many times I have to tell you not to use shambles with me without any warning?!!" I scolded him. "Excuse me? You've been hiding in MY bathroom for almost half an hour and I'm the one who gets shouted at?" He said, frowning and staring into my eyes. “I was trying to recover my clothes, I wasn’t trying to hide…”, I confess, to which he responded this time laughing, “Don’t lie, I’m sure you are into voyeurism”. Widening my eyes, still seated on his bed, covering my mouth, my cheeks blushing, my heart beating faster, I was embarrassed, because deep down, after all it was what I was doing. I was enjoying the view from the bathroom, I wanted to see more, I wished I could witness an image as my dream…

“I’m kidding…”, he said ruffling my hair and smiling. God, I love his smile… I wasn’t still saying anything back when he came close to my face, and whispered into my ears, “unless… you like it…”

Chapter 2

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NSFW Headcanons | Tsurumaru, Shokudaikiri, Ookurikara

Warnings: HOLY DAMN NSFW, ME PROJECTING, AVERT YE EYES CHILDREN

man im going to hell

Tsurumaru Kuninaga

Homie, you’re never going to walk right if you’re fucking Tsurumaru. He is going to make sure that you are thoroughly fucked and there is no way to stop him. Of course he will only do it with your consent.

Out of all of the Dategumi, Tsurumaru is the most likely to use toys in bed. He’s the kind of person who probably will have a secret stash of them. How did he get them? Well, let’s just say he’s forever forbidden from computers and the bank account.

Speaking of those damn toys, Tsuru is also going to use them in public. He’s not as kinky as Kikkou per say lord knows how he is, but he has been going to the pink-haired male for some…ideas. They do surprise him. But do expect him to make you wear a vibe or a toy or vibrating underwear in public. He will always have the remote in his pocket and fiddle with it, smirking happily whenever he sees your reaction. He lives for it.

Will also try to fuck you in public, teasing you through your pants under a table and have the most shit-eating fucking grin when you fumble over your words.

“Dear master, whatever is the matter?”

Whenever you two are doing the do, don’t you fucking dare hide your voice from Tsurumaru. He wants to hear it. All of it. Will pin your wrists down, far far away from your lips and with his golden eyes boring into yours, slamming into you: “Don’t you dare hide your voice from me. I want to hear all of it.” He whispers it into your ear. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

Oh this dude is so fuCKING READY TO TRY OUT NEW KINKS. Bondage might be his fave though.

  Is a switch. Loves being on top but if you ask nicely he’ll be on the bottom. Does love it when you ride him though. His hands on your hips, rubbing circles into your skin, whispering praises into your ear. Gets turned on really easily if you switch your positions mid-sex, surprising him.

 Also loves praise, giving mostly.

  Horny little shit. Down to fuck anytime anywhere. Has a pretty high sex drive, you can expect to find him masturbating and your name whispered off of his lips whenever he gets into the mood. Will probably steal some of your underwear for this purpose.

  Cockwarming. Need I say more.

 If you two are fucking in a public place, well…

 “You had better keep your voice down,” a purr would drool from his lips as his fingers slide their way down to your sex, lithe fingers curling and twisting. “Or do you want people to hear and join us? To fuck you until you can’t remember anything else but pleasure?”

 Is also into overstim and orgasm denial.

 Do. Not. Tease. Him. He will immediately ensure that you cannot walk for days.

  He does love after care. Is big spoon during after care. Surprisingly, has a bottle of water and a cloth ready to take care of you after you do the do.

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada

Now, none of you cannot tell me that the image of Mitsu tied down with golden eye blown with lust, kiss swollen lips and a desperate voice begging you for his release wouldn’t make you want to top him. I want to top him so bad tf

  Needless to say, Mitsu is a switch but when he bottoms oh mAN is he needy. He isn’t as kinky as Tsuru but the way you just take command of him and his body and his pleasure? Ugh, he could just cum right then and there.

Power bottom Mitsu

Mitsu is SO into praise kinks, giving and receiving. Calling him such a good boy when you give him oral or him whispering nothing but praises into your ears?

 “You feel so fucking good.” “M-Master, please, will you touch me more?” “Ah! You’re so tight around me, you’re doing amazing my darling.”  

   You have never seen a man react to needy to praise during sex like holy shit. The way he bucks into your hand whenever you call him a good boy, or how good he feels inside of you, how his cock throbs?

To say that Shoku has a bit of a hand kink is an understatement. He finds your hands irresistible while his are rather…burnt and scarred. Gloves mostly stay on during sex but there is something about the roll of your fingers when you stick them down his mouth to suck and how they curl around his cock that just almost make him want to cum.

  Speaking of his gloves, if you have a glove kink- expect him to bite them just to taunt you. He wouldn’t be as cruel as Tsuru with teasing you but you almost think the crane influenced him. If you ask him to take off his gloves, he will be fine with it but will most likely prefer it when its dark and you cannot see how horribly scarred and burnt his fingers are.

  Is an utter gentleman in bed. Will ensure that you cum twice as much as he does. Oh so gentle, rough when he gets riled up.

He’s good at keeping his cool. But the minute you flash a hint of lingerie under your clothing? Oh, it takes all of his years of training to not just snatch you up and run back to your room and just slam you against the wall and fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.

King of after care. Praises do not stop when he’s wiping away the sexual juices, kisses pressed between you and cuddles afterwards.

Compared to Tsuru who is always in the mood and you can tell vs Ookurikara who is like impossible to tell if he’s horny or not, Mitsu is a wildcard. There are times when he seems like he is teasing you for no reason, hands lingering against your body for a little too long. Maybe a whisper here and there of a surprise for you later tonight….and then you come back to your room to find him in shibari/lingerie/has lingerie set out for you? Bye, you’re not seen for a week.

   Mitsu doesn’t mind toys but prefers using his own body to pleasure you. Can be trusted with your bank account and a laptop while looking for something for you to wear.

Very much into overstim.

Biggest kink? You wearing his suits and nothing else.

Ookurikara

 Ookurikara is a top. There is no fucking way you are going to get him to bottom. Not unless you tie him down and flip your positions on him. You will have to fight him for the position of top. But if you have Kikkou and the other Dategumi swords help you jump him to tie him up to make him bottom, oh man. He’ll pretend like he hates it, he love it though.

 Really loves it when you ride him.

VERY MUCH INTO ORGASM DENIAL AS “PUNISHMENTS”

Do you really deserve to cum? Silly master, do you not know who currently is in charge of whether or not you cum tonight? I could leave you right here, to your own devices, without any kind of release.”

A bit of a sadist in that regard. He loves seeing you squirm and beg him for release. He is in control.

It’s no doubt that Ookurikara is rather hard to read, this rings true when it comes to sex. It’s hard to tell if he’s in the mood – pda is sparse with him after all. Though sometimes you can see it, the way he trails off whenever he looks at you, and his eyes undressing you and boring into your skin. Eyes are the window to the soul after all.

   It’s also his eyes that give away his pleasure. Kara is rather quiet in bed. Soft grunts and groans, never as loud as Shoku or Tsuru. Its rare to get a moan outta him.

But if you tease his tattoos? Oh, honey, you’re doomed. Say goodbye to walking.

  Also has a hand kink and tattoo kink. Leaves hickes everywhere, like a constellation only he can see. Will kiss your tats and scars.

   Glove kink. Need I say more.

He is rather sporadic with his aftercare. He isn’t as cuddly as Tsuru or Shoku but he will cuddle after sex. Will wash you yeah most of the time it’s probably rocking you to sleep. But it’s when you close your eyes does Kuri take a moment to take in your beauty and let his mind wander. Thankful for whatever god gave you to him.

 Sure he will fuck in public like your office, but he is hyper aware of anyone who comes close. Covering your mouth with his hand, especially if Taikogane is there.

   He may be quiet during sex, but loves it when you are LOUD.

   Also pretty into cockwarming.

Will use toys everynow and then, but won’t admit that he loves making you suffer at his hands – or being tied up really. ‘

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2013 notes • Posted 2021-06-30 16:03:00 GMT

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The Things We Carry With Us

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else? 

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Enemies to lovers! Angst, Language, Cannon level violence, Injury

a/n: This is based on an anon request and also my submission for multi-stann's 1k writing event! I used the prompt “I can’t get the image out of my head.” Congrats on 1k, Mickey!! :)

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Undisclosed - Masterlist

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either. 

Warnings: Beefy!bucky, angst, references to death/crime, injury, toxicity, eventual smut (minors dni, marked **), a bit of slow burn!!  

a/n: New chapters every Wednesday! You can follow my library blog @pellucid-library​​ for notifications. :) Excited to share!! 🤍🤎

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2394 notes • Posted 2021-10-26 16:00:02 GMT

#2

Voicemails to an Unmanned Inbox

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: When Bucky takes an argument a little too far, you take off. All he wants is for you to come back home. 

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Heavy Angst 

a/n: I’m currently working on Flashing Lights part 2 and felt like I needed some angst in my life. So, enjoy the angst!!

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The walk back to your shared room was excruciatingly quiet, the sound of Bucky’s angry footsteps the only thing reverberating against the halls of the compound. You jogged a little faster to keep up with him. 

“Bucky,” you tried, breath labored from your pace. “Bucky, just wait a sec. We can talk about this,” he ignored you, jaw set and mouth fixed into a frown. You let out a sigh and continued behind him, not looking forward to the discussion to come. 

You had just finished Bucky’s latest therapy session, the office across the compound. This week, his therapist had asked you to attend the session since you were such a major part of his life. Bucky had been hesitant to agree, but given that it was court mandated therapy, he didn’t have much of a choice. 

Your boyfriend’s current mood was brought on by your participation in said session. You hadn’t given up sensitive information or anything. His therapist just asked if Bucky had been waking up in the middle of the night and you said yes. That response had snowballed and Bucky was now set up with a sleep therapy appointment next Wednesday. 

You could tell immediately that he was upset about it. His hands balled up into fists atop his knees and his eyebrows shot up in silent disagreement. To be fair, he hadn’t told you beforehand if there was anything he wanted you to keep private. You didn’t think you would’ve been able to keep it a secret if he asked though; his nightmares were worse than ever before and he refused to get help for them. 

Bucky threw open the door to your room, stalking in and promptly taking a seat on the bed. You sheepishly followed in behind him, clicking the door shut. The air in the room was tense and awkward, like a pressing fog that forced you into silence. You fiddled with your hands as Bucky’s eyes made patterns in the ceiling. After waiting a beat, you tried to dispel the tension. 

“I know you’re angry,” you began, “But I think this is a good thing, Buck. You’ve been having such a hard time sleeping, you’re basically running on fumes. You can try the therapy and if it doesn’t work, no harm done,” he shifted his eyes down to you.

“No harm done, huh?” He sardonically replied. His tone confused you. 

“I mean, I think so? I know you don’t like therapy, but if they can somehow help you sleep, even just a little, then I think it’ll be worth it,” you tried to keep your tone optimistic, like a juxtaposition to his. 

He spent a while staring at you before he spoke, a near permanent crease in his brow. “How am I supposed to trust you?” His words sent you physically stepping back, confusion and hurt marring your face. 

“What?” Your voice was a somber whisper. 

“How am I supposed to trust you? You told her something private; something between us. And you—you treated me like a charity case,” he shot back. 

“Charity case?” You questioned, bewildered. “Bucky, she’s your therapist. She wants to help you, but she can’t do that if you never share anything with her. And I didn’t even want to tell her! It’s just that your nightmares were getting so bad, Buck. When you kept coming back from field missions all torn up because you were running on no sleep, I got scared.

“You kept getting hurt, and nothing was helping. I want you safe! I didn’t give her any specific details, just that you were having trouble sleeping and it was affecting you in the field.” 

“Oh, trust me, sweetheart. I know exactly what you said. Was sitting right there getting a front row seat to your pity parade,” his hands ran through his hair, frustratingly tugging at the strands. 

“It wasn’t like that, Bucky! I don’t pity you, I love you! I just want you safe and happy and healthy. If you would just listen—” 

“I did listen!” he cut you off, yelling now. “And all I heard was my girlfriend treating me like a child. Now every time you open your mouth, all I hear is that sympathy in your voice. 

“I’m a grown man, y/n. I’m perfectly capable of making my own damn decisions. So I think I’ll make the decision and ask you to get out,” you jerked your head back, the hurt on your face increasing tenfold. Your fingers felt numb as you dropped your hands to your sides. 

“If that’s what you really want.” 

“It is. Door’s over there,” his tone was final. You backed up slowly, trying to give him time to change his mind. He had never yelled at you like that before, and he certainly had never asked you to leave. Tears built up in your eyes as you made it to the door. 

“I’m, um, I’m really sorry, Bucky. I only wanted to help,” you didn’t wait for his response as you beelined it out of the room, desperate to hide your tears.

You didn’t know where you were going, but you knew you had to get out of the compound. The anger in Bucky’s voice was still sending shockwaves through your spine, and tears were still making heavy tracks down your face at the thought of him not trusting you. You had worked so hard to earn his trust when he first came to the compound, and now it seemed like that was all lost. 

The engine of your car roared to life in the garage, the photostrip of you and Bucky sitting in front of the speedometer mocking you. You let a few more tears slip before you clicked your seat belt into place and peeled out of the compound. His words played through your head as you decided on making the trek to the city. It would take about 3 hours to get there, but it's not like you had anywhere else to go. In your flurry to leave, you didn’t notice you left your phone sitting on the therapist’s desk.

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2598 notes • Posted 2021-07-15 04:41:36 GMT

#1

For the Love of the Game - Masterlist

Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader 

Summary: Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. 

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drinking, Mild language, Angst, Minor injury, Smut (Minors dni, marked with **), Enemies to lovers trope!

a/n: Hi!! The main series is now complete! I’ll be posting drabbles/one-shots based on requests! :)

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3972 notes • Posted 2021-08-16 18:31:37 GMT

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Fantasy book review [Baru Cormorant 1-3] [The Masquerade Series] - F/F poc MC, M/M & NB rep

[image: Ebook cover images of the Masquerade series books 1-3 by Seth Dickinson (The Traitor Baru Cormorant, The Monster Baru Cormorant, The Tyrant Baru Cormorant)]

A rollercoaster of potentially deadly sapphic yearning

An epic fantasy, anti-imperialist, political, lesbian poc protagonist, gritty, thoughtful and thought-provoking unfinished 4 book series (book 3 was published 2020) by Seth Dickinson.

CW for this series: references to colonialism; racism; cruelty/death to queer ppl incl. trans, non-binary & poly people; torture; death; animal death; sexual assault (never on the page and not against MC); swearing; abortion; non-consensual medical procedures; body horror; child abuse; child death; drug use; alcoholism; cancer; deadly pandemic. Violence imo is never gratuitous nor excessively gory; racism and other slurs are challenged at some point by the text. YMMV. Sorry if I’ve missed something.

I first added this book to my TBR because people said it was about a public servant lesbian accountant.

This is the truth. You will know because it hurts.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant

That’s the promise that The Traitor Baru Cormorant, Book 1 in this unfinished quartet, gives you on its first page. It’s tempting to assume the 'it hurts' part is just marketing hype trying to drive up the tension of the final act, but I can assure you it’s not.

tl;dr

I 100% recommend these books to fantasy readers who are ok with the content warnings.

This series goes from buying you dinner where you exchange sexually charged barbs but then escalates to surgically removing and filleting your heart.

The end of the third book puts you back together and cracks terrible and wonderful jokes whilst it sutures up the numerous incision points it’s made in your body.

Get to the third book. Get to the aftercare. That’s all I can say for those of you still hurting from Traitor.

And if you haven't read Traitor yet, try to avoid spoilers until the very last page, if you can.

Tropes and queer rep:

Most main characters are poc and queer

The main character is a total lesbian and she’s an adorable trainwreck of moral ambiguity

Soooo many women who are aggressively competent, including the MC

So many potential love interests, and almost every one has an enemies to lovers vibe. Any one of them could kill her. Any one of them could kiss her! It’s a rollercoaster of potentially deadly sapphic yearning. My fave, ngl.

Problematic power imbalances in almost every relationship, platonic and otherwise

Economics/fiscal policy implementation as the protagonist’s special power

A book 1 sword duel which was just perfection

A major pov character in Books 2 and 3 is a non-binary leader/diplomat using they/them pronouns

Several important side characters are mlm, though they don’t get as much screen time

Several cultures, including Baru’s birth culture practise some kind of poly and accept non-binary people

Several cultures define gender based on behaviour

A complex world that feels steeped in history and research.

The political stuff reminded me of Octavia E. Butler’s works and the horribly repressed, self-loathing genuis useless lesbian reminded me a little of Harrowhark Nonagesimus.

Overview

The Masquerade quartet follows Baru Cormorant, a girl with two fathers and one mother, whose home island gets quietly colonised by the Evil Empire. As a young child she joins the new school on her island built by the Empire, to learn where its power comes from so that she can successfully assimilate into its command structure and take it down from within.

This is a series about power, agency, systemic oppression, and intersections with race, privilege, sexuality and gender. But it’s also an intriguing, compelling and ultimately compassionate read about a young marginalised woman’s rise to power.

While these are serious topics, none of them were handled in a didactic way imo–these themes arise naturally from the narrative frame, and I never felt preached to or that the fourth wall was being broken to make a point. We also never have to suffer an undiluted pov from an Empire native, so every single imperialist statement is filtered through an outsider’s lens and challenged by the text.

Baru

When this is finished, I will remake the world so that no woman will ever have to do this again.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant

Some people find it hard to love Baru. I am not one of those people.

It’s hard not to love someone so fierce in their conviction. Yes, she does terrible things. Almost everyone in this series does terrible things? But I identify with her so hard. Her charming but then at times absolutely groan-inducing flirting game. Her violently suppressed sapphic yearning. Her earnest love of trade, numbers, and economic patterns (oh Himu, please let us have more numerate lesbians). Even her horrific self-destructive behaviour and self-flagellation are so, so relatable.

I really have to admire a girl who would do almost anything to get what she wants.

The Love Interest

“A people can only bear the lash so long in silence. Some things are not worth being within.”

The Traitor Baru Cormorant

She’s Baru’s moral compass, a delightful and remorseless rake, a duchess whose sense of nobility and loyalty is unimpeachable. Every single one of her interactions with Baru sizzles with sexual tension and unsatisfied yearning.

Tain Hu is a contender for one of the best sword lesbians ever.

She makes me long for someone to write a regency AU fic: Auditing the Duchess. Someone, please.

The Evil Empire

Part of the empire is like that kid from psych 101 who’s just learnt about evolutionary psychology and now takes it upon himself to mansplain that everyone would be oh so much happier if they just went along with their biologically determined gender roles, but with a side serving of the motivations behind phrenology and other racist bullshit. It offers trade, healthcare, peace, security with one hand and decimates local economies and culture with the other, occasionally dipping into genocide.

For sodomites, hot iron; for tribadists, the knife.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant

I’ve read some readers saying that the Empire is so outrageously evil, it’s unbelievable anyone would follow them.

But it’s really not? If you’ve ever read a primary source from a colonial government, they absolutely are that fucking awful (and worse) in using pseudo-science to very earnestly argue for racial inequality, and for being paternalistic and cruel towards the populations they invaded. Eugenics, ethnic cleansing, every single thing bad and good committed by this Empire has its basis in reality both past and present.

I also appreciate that the Empire isn’t quite a Euroclone, that their impossible beauty standards are not exactly the same as our world’s white beauty standards.

This was the first impression Baru had of the Falcrest people: stubborn jaws, flat noses, deep folded eyes, their skin a paler shade of brown or copper or oat.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant

Choices

This is a series about agency, who gets to have agency, who sets the context in which a choice can be made. To what degree should we assign individuals responsibility for their actions, given the state of the world they were born in? Can the end ever justify the means?

Baru makes many decisive choices, and the fun thing about this narrative is that Baru is surrounded by so many shadow selves (sooo many, the girl is haunted) that we don’t have to guess what would have happened if she’d made x or y choice–because the other characters have done it for her, and the trajectory of their lives reveal the outcomes of those choices she didn’t make.

There’s one character in particular whose motivations make little sense unless she’s using Baru as her own shadow self, and through steering Baru onto the right path, finding her own kind of redemption.

The way this story is framed, the only way for Baru to achieve her goal and live to see it is to walk the path she’s on.

Privilege, culture

Everything ends. Everything will end and you cannot fear that. But you must decide what the endings will mean.

The Tyrant Baru Cormorant

This series pressed so many buttons for me I try to forget I have (which I realise is a privilege in and of itself).

It made me so acutely aware of my many various privileges, both broad (gay marriage is legal where I live) and intimate (being straight-passing). Not to mention being so damn grateful for electricity and anti-biotics.

The fact that every micro-aggression is called out somehow forces you to reflect on everything that’s happened and continues to happen and how that’s not okay. And sometimes it’s a lot, but you always feel like the text is on your side.

And just the feels of, from my pov as part of the Chinese diaspora, Baru’s sense that you can’t go home–home has moved on without you–are you (birthrace) enough to fit in with the people who’ve raised you? Is just. It cuts.

Maybe the story won’t have the same fishhooks for you, but I’m still bleeding.

Writing

Honestly I sometimes struggle with long sweeping epics, but I didn’t find it particularly difficult to keep up with the various factions in this series. Also, for such increasingly long books with so many non-standard terms (I honestly love ‘isoamory’ for samesex), the prose was freakishly clean, it was almost uncanny. Whoever edited this is a saint. And sometimes the phrasing was so damn beautiful.

The future

Book 3 concluded on a satisfying note, although of course there are a lot of loose ends, it’s not the cliffhanger of Book 2 so I feel like the wait for the final book isn’t going to be as agonising as, say the wait for Alecto.

Conclusion

I’m obsessed with Baru and I wish there were more sapphic characters who are just as brutally calculating.

I might as well say it again–if you’re still nursing a wound from Traitor, there is hope! Monster has a massive tonal shift from repressed gay to disaster gay, but she digs herself out of the mire of self-loathing by Tyrant.

You’ll be okay, I promise. ♥

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If you ever finish answering all of yours awaiting asks...

45 questions for you 👀

https://myaekingheart.tumblr.com/post/650107314353897472/fic-writer-ask-game

Lolllll BADLUCKBREBIS, you are so funny.

Inspiration and Reading Asks:

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

It looks like I started writing in 2017. I've been reflecting recently on how there are so many regularly active writers now compared to in 2017-2018. It was the tail-end of some of my fave writer's activity within fandom. Utsus was posting less and less. The Tumblr NaruHina fandom seemed to disappear, a whole community of writers left for other things (matchaball, nekomamoru, magmawrites, cherryjutsu, spyder-m, tenney-shoes, eliphya, among others). 2018 was a very quiet year, but! I avidly read katarinahime and bunnyhoodlum's works! In 2019, quirrrky restarted things with NaruHina Week!

2. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

Recently I’m primarily a reader!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Because there's so many writers now!!!!!!!!

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

Yeah, let’s list them.  “A Special Friend” by agitosgirl inspired “Nightdreams.  “Medicine” by @grimmjowkurosakidrake​ inspired “White Lilies.  “Torch Song” by @mmmbuttery inspired “About You.”  The language in “Unless the World Were to End” by @bunny-hoodlum​ inspired the language in “That was the plan.”  “In Between Drinks” by @peppercornpress inspired “In Between Drinks NH.”

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

“Operation: Bring Home Naruto” by Dragonwannabe - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. Hinata's been assigned the mission of getting Naruto back home safely after his last dangerous assignment. But can she handle the undercover identity as his girlfriend that she’d been given without revealing her true feelings for him?

“The Mission” by Lunawraythe - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. It wasn't that Hinata never expected to work with Naruto, just never on a mission quite like this.

“The Loving Type” by @peppercornpresses - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. A few years have passed since the Fourth Shinobi War, in which...Rookie Nine steadily advances in rank. Naruto gets engaged. Hinata leaves Konoha. And Kakashi schemes for days.

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

ahhh.  I do have quite a few pet peeves.  If the fic is Canon-Compliant or Canon-Divergent, I expect Naruto and Hinata to behave like Japanese people.  Say what you want, but the Naruto Universe is definitely Japanese in my book.  So that means no shoes in the house.  Nothing rattles me more than reading Hinata taking her sandals off before climbing into bed.  Like, what?  she was wearing her outdoor shoes indoors this whole time??

mmm... another pet peeve is when the writer describes Hinata in a kimono, but it sounds like an American Halloween costume, like the slutty version, instead of an actual kimono.

mmm... and the other big pet peeve I have is when it’s Hinata’s first time eating ramen because Naruto is showing her the wonders of ramen.  lol.  why.  how.  in what world would a Japanese person make it to their teenage years without ever eating ramen.

I have a bunch of other little pet peeves regarding Japanese culture in fanfics.  But in general, it doesn’t stop me from reading the fic if I'm already in the middle of it.  I’ll continue reading it and will probably recommend it to other people anyway. If I can tell based on the summary, then it's not for me, and I don't read it. If this makes anyone feel nervous about writing fanfiction, that's not my intention! I would also be happy to be a sensitivity reader if necessary.

6. How do you find new fic to read? Where do you primarily read fanfiction?

I primarily read fanfics on AO3 and ffnet.  I find new ones by constantly checking the Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto tag on AO3 or looking into a writer’s favorites list on ffnet.

7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?

Short fics.

8. How often do you reblog/comment on fics that you like?

I reblog pretty often. I don't comment as often as I used to😕 I used to comment on every fic I liked.

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

Uhh?? Idk. I think recently the writing group here is pretty tight, everyone seems to know everyone.

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

Naruto fandom and NaruHina.

Fanfiction Writing Asks:

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

I usually take it from words used in the story or from the prompt.

12. Tell the author your favorite fic title of theirs (not the fic, strictly title). Author: what’s your favorite title you’ve come up with and why?

I think...maybe "Tell Me of Forevers" or "Nightdreams." I like those because they aren't taken word-for-word directly from the story, but touch on a theme in the story.

13. Do you outline your fics? How much of a headache would someone get if they just looked at an outline of yours without reading the fic?

Yes, I outline. They wouldn't get a headache, I think. It's usually just a summary.

14. Do you have a personal word minimum that you hold yourself too? Why or why not?

Nope. I didn't know people do that.

15. Tell the author your favorite fic of theirs. What’s your (the author’s) favorite fic you’ve written?

My favorite fic continues to be "It's No Secret."

16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?

Yes, I do. I've done historical and folktale research for "Little Samurai." I did area/location research for "Last Chance." I did historical research for "About You." I did fairy tale research for "Catskin." I did a ton of astronomy research for "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl." And I did lighting research for "Inspo." I go pretty deep.

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

I don't. I usually have something else I need to do or I go to bed.

18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie?

I actually think I can finish all of mine if I just try.

19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)?

I always edit before posting to AO3. Anything I post directly on Tumblr might not be edited.

20. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Posting!

21. What’s your least favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Starting a new chapter.

22. Do you take fic requests? If so, for what characters and why?

On occasion. If someone sends me a request, I'll think about writing it. Sometimes I do write and post it, sometimes I leave them in my drafts for a better day.

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

From what I already have posted, probably friends-to-lovers, secret relationship/forbidden love, or high school au. I don't think I have an intentional favorite.

24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?

Public humiliation / public degradation.

25. Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist.

No, not usually.

26. What’s your biggest distraction when writing?

Tumblr feed, all the pictures to scroll through mindlessly.

27. Do you like to give your readers some warning of what might be coming or just slap them in the face with content at random?

lol, whatever is fine.

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

Well, pressure to update is not a big deal to me. I do this for fun, so I don't think I unnecessarily pressure myself too much. With negative comments, I don't get too many of those, and I think I do my best to avoid situations where I might get negative feedback.

29. Have you ever written for an exchange or event of some kind? Which one(s)? Did you enjoy it?

Yeah, I like the events. My favorite was NH2020, the year-long one last year. I also enjoyed the Secret Santa last year since @badluckbrebis was my giftee.

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

haha😈

Ecstasy slides through his veins, blooming over his mind, cocooning him in pleasant sensations, cum shooting out in eager twitches against hot, milking flesh.

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Naruto Uzumaki, always.

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

Top 3 faves in order:

That was the plan: "She shifts in his arms, and cloth and cleavage come pillowing up to his face, and he’s certain that she’s scooped from the same puffy stuff his adolescent daydreams were made of."

Tell Me of Forevers: "What he wouldn’t do to inspire every blush, every smile of hers for an eternity when such moments already only speak “forever” to him."

White Lilies: "Whether at his feet, in his eyes, ears, mind, if not reaching his heart, she never landed anywhere. (It’s okay.)"

I consider "White Lilies" to have my technically best writing, so it was kind of hard to choose just one line from that fic! But I decided that one's my favorite line from the whole story.

33. What do you like writing better: one shots or multi-chapter stuff?

One-shots.

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?

A lot of my life experiences are in my writing. Hmm, I think readers probably think I'm...hmm...either empathetic or really perverted?

35. How much has writing fic changed your life?

I spend a lot less time on real-life social media than before.

36. Are there any fics or fandoms you’re embarrassed to have written or been part of?

I'm kind of embarrassed of "Honeymoon at the Hot Springs" lol. It's fine.

37. Give an update on your current WIP - if you don’t have one, give a sneak peek to a title or idea that you have and would like to write.

My current WIP is that A/B/O fic I started for February Smut Month Prompts: Sweet as Candy or Love Bites. I'm going to title it "Sweet As," and it'll be about how Naruto and Hinata become Alpha/Omega mates. It's really kinky, really smutty, and totally what I would want to read.

38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?

uhh???? a 1?? I've never once thought of my writing process as chaotic. Ahh, then I think of bunnyhoodlum's multiple drafts for the same chapter, and I realize that there exist types of writing processes that I would not be able to handle...

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

My smut.

40. How did you come up with the idea for [x fic]?

41. What’s your most popular fic (with the most notes on tumblr, most hits/kudos on ao3)?

Idk about Tumblr,,, maybe White Lilies got the most attention here. My most popular fic is Nightdreams on AO3.

42. Asker: pick three of the author’s works. Author: rank them 1 (the best) - 3 (the worst) based on whatever criteria you want - this could be something totally random that isn’t quality related (like simply ranking fics based on how many trains appear in them) - have fun!

43. Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.

I will always remember how people congratulated me for finishing White Lilies😭 Also, when peppercornpresses made that FIRST art of my story, I just, I just stared at it all day.

44. Rant about something writing related.

hmmm, I don't feel like ranting about anything. I just recently ranted about my pet peeves above.

45. Fic specific questions - if you have any weird questions about specific works, here’s your shot to ask them!

I did them all! Nice questions.

#anon #*anon* #fic writer ask game #i will send these questions right back at you