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chrissshub · 2 years

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❝MONEY MAKES HER…❞

⭑—pairings: boten!rindou haitani x fem reader

⭑— cw: language, talks of gambling/money, oral( f.receiving) pussydrunk!rindou, fingering, degradation, unprotected sex, wall sex, exhibitionism, wet dreams

⭑— a/n: this piece is for the lovely @vlyntage ‘s collab. i love you bbs and congrats on 1.6k now!

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Dreams are the one bit of delight that is entitled to every living being. Such a statement applies to those with even the thickest remnants of sin staining their hands. As for the Rindou Haitaini, what he wished for was nothing short of human, the attention of another.

His own taste of teenage fever, to put simply.

Even now as he sat inside the office above the brash, the drunk, and the giddy patrons of the casino he ran, the very dream hinged itself into the fibers of his mind, plaguing him in all he does. “God, she’s so beautiful! Don’t you agree with me, Ran?” Rindou posed, staring at his brother through the bangs of his violescent locks.

Unsure of who he had been referring to, Ran shrugged his shoulders, lacking the empathy Rindou sought for. “If you’re talkin’ about Miss Money Hungry, then yeah, real easy on the eyes and makes us richer by the night.”

The crash of Rindou’s hand landing against the waxed mahogany desk rung throughout the dimly lit office, only the expanse of the window that peered out onto the lively casino aiding in their sights. “Ran,” Rindou began, clipping his lip between his teeth, ‘Y/N isn’t like that. She’s our loving employee and I–”

“You, my dearest brother, are heavily infatuated with her. She’s a beauty, I’ll give you that. But you’ve been talking about the broad since we hired her, go and talk to her already!” Ran’s suave voice griped, bestowing a hardened stare to Rindou from his spot against the rogue wall.

Whipping away from his brother’s burning gaze, Rindou retreated to his arms, grinding his eyes into the supple palms of his hands. “I can’t, Ran. Look at her, she knows better than to get involved with me. I don’t like this either but…she haunts my thoughts.

“I know, her name stays on that tongue of yours, even when you sleep,” implied Ran, sliding his hands into the cushioned pockets of his velvet slacks. Taking a lazy stroll toward the door, Ran glazed over his brother’s woeful state once more.

“You stay here, pitying yourself and I’ll go make our rounds. I might even send you up a little gift of brandy, who knows,” was all the solace Ran provided, his fingers lacing around the sleek golden knob.

“Say hi to Y/N for me!”

“Come do it your damn self, Rin. She’s bound to like you too, y’know,” Ran ending his point with a silent shut of the door. Settling back into the leather backing of his seat, Rindou tossed his head back, a strained groan singing from his throat.

“Talk to her, huh? Pfft, in my dreams, ‘course I will,” he muttered to himself. Then again, that’s how Rindou always found himself speaking to Y/N the way he desired, no formalities, no awkward wavering in their eyes, just the raw comfort he longed for.

He managed to convince himself that she was something far from normal, considering how just the mere bat of her lashes from afar threw him off balance. She was no normal woman, and Rindou hated knowing that fact all too well.

Thrashing about in his misery and thoughts weighted heavy on Rindou, staring off into the rowdy crowd below. The lids of his eyes succumbed to the stilling silence, a wave of fatigue sweeping of him. Unconsciously, Rindou prayed that he’d received an answer to his queries, even if through his own imagination.

“Uh, Mr. Haitani…Mr. Haitani, can you wake up please?” a voice cooed out to him, a faint sense of a hand following behind. Rindou pried his head from the custom crevice created by his folded arm, lavender hues brushed with sleep’s haze.

Yet it hadn’t taken the man too long to comprehend who it was that awoken him. He was met with the beaming smile that stole his heart on the spot, the figure’s warming aura drawing him in.

Rindou’s eyes were dotted with the glimmer of awe, shamelessly gawking at who stood before him. “Y/N? What’re you doing all the way up here? Something happen at your table, just let me know and–” he assures, standing to his feet.

“No no, nothing like that!” you surmised frantically, hands waving about. Through his presumptuous manner, Rindou sent a gawking stare about your body, the inflames of heat prickling beneath his cheeks.

The short-sleeved black dress adorned your physique all too well, hugging at each curve you had to offer. Paired with the sweeping pull back of your hair and a boost from the strappy heels on your feet, he couldn’t hide his amused expression better than the next man.

“ ‘M sorry,” he whispered into the air, falling back into his seat. Rindou waved to the opposing chair of the desk offering you a chance to sit. “What can I do for you?”

Settling into the armchair, you leaned against the rim of the desk, closing the distance between you and Rindou. With his brows rising into a firm hold, Rindou’s breath found itself clogged within his throat, his eyes trained to your lips as you spoke.

“Mr. Haitani, I-

“Rindou. Call me Rindou, or Rin, both would make me really happy,” interrupted Rindou, a boyish grin creeping onto his lips.

“Well, Rin, I’ve been having a bit of an issue. I can’t seem to focus on the rolls of the dice, the count of the bets and all my solutions burn up before I can even try ‘em,” you confessed shyly, squirming about the seat anxiously.

“Is that so? And what’s got you like this…more importantly, can I help?” he extended as a solution. A soft giggle erupted from your lungs, your head falling between your tensed shoulders. “It’s silly, honestly. I thought I could try to hide the issue, just to be dealt with when I get home but–it gets worse the second I step through those revolving doors.”

The tips of Rindou’s digits ghosted past your cheek, the overwhelming desire to caress such beauty ate at him. He couldn’t tell if this was yet another one of his dreams or life had finally granted the chance with you, either way…it wasn’t to be wasted on his account.

“Hey, Y/N…tell me what’s wrong,” he purred, cupping your chin in his hand. Rindou returned your kind sights to meet his own, revealing the consuming blush shrouding the highs of his cheeks.

“But it’s so embarrassing, especially to tell my boss. Yet, it’s gotten so hindering and I’m sure you’re the only one who can fix it,” you rambled on, flickering your sights from his lips to the voids of his lavender eyes. Rindou remained unfazed by your words, simply chalking it to be the coy nature he loved so much.

The plush of his lips sank into your own, placing a faint peck upon you. A hummed gasp vibrated from your chest, the breath of air freeing itself as Rindou swiftly pulled away.

“Does that make things easier? I’ll do it again if you want.” You shooked your head, melting into his alluring ambiance shamelessly. “I think I might need that one..or a few more times. It’ll make things almost too easy.”

Rindou narrowed his eyes intuitively, sensing the hints riddled behind the words you spoke. He couldn’t believe it, having his sweet crush turn to him for relief. He knew it was too, the hidden message being written in how you looked at him at that moment.

“You came here specifically for me, didn’t you?” he deduced, the pad of his thumb swiping against the pout of your lips. “You’ve went and gotten all hot and flustered on me, during a packed house like tonight too. Here you are now, trying to get some remorse from your dear ole’ boss, wanting me fuck it out of you,” cursed Rindou, sucking at his teeth for a resolution.

“You better come back to me after this, you hear me?”

You didn’t need to hear anything more, offering him a feverish nod before crashing your lips onto his once more.

“Get on the desk fr’ me,” Rindou requested, his hand quick to tug off both the maroon suit of his jacket and matching tie. Discarding them both to the floor, he turned his attention back to you, his hands tracing up your sides. Your own digits carded through the strands of his hair, gripping his locks between your fingers.

The tips of his finger ran along the inseam of your panties, the pair of blue thongs ruined with your own arousal. “Tch, don’t tell me a little kiss got you this wet?” Rindou sneered, admiring the dampened print beneath his finger. He dragged his wandering digit along the inseam of your thong, the slick seething through the thin fabric.

His teasing whims only backfired on himself, the blood swarming the pulsating veins of Rindou’s cock. He’d never seen such a need from someone before, nonetheless it being from one of his employees. It took nearly fiber of his strength to hold back, using a sudden thought to distract from his own deathly arousal.

“No…it was the games you’ve been dealing tonight, wasn’t it? Watching the money fly from hand to hand, the gruesome cries of those losing fortunes in minutes…all that turns you on, Princess?”

You nodded erratically, swallowing back the mewls desperate to escape your chest. “It’s so cute seeing everyone cry, scream, even lose what shred of sanity they have left in those vital moments. It’s all just…so good!”

The gentle callouses of Rindou’s free hand encircled your throat, his flustered features hovering above your own. He squeezed at the sides gently, smirking at the way your lips fell from their screwed hold.

“Oh you’re a sick one, aren’t you? Knew I liked you for a reason.”

Without warning, he tugged your thongs to the side hungrily. He was met with the slick-ridden mess of your cunt, splayed out for his entertainment. The plush cushy fat of your lips dripped with your essence, leaving not a single spot untouched. Even your folds glimmered with such lust, his eyes tracing up to the hood of your clit.

Rindou’s fingers found way to your cunt, his thumb gently pressing down on the tender bud. He was caught in an enchantment, his eyes clouded with the desire of self-indulgence. His tongue hung out his mouth, ghosting the lashes he’d soon bestow onto you. “ ‘s pretty, just look at how your clit’s twitching. It looks so much better under my thumb too.”

You whined at the careful attention Rindou paid, eyes coming to a screwed shut. His grip upon your thighs was uncaring, prying your legs apart. He cared for one thing, having as much of you as time would allow.

His tongue laid flat along your folds, the heat of his breath tingling against the thin sheets of flesh. A laggard strip found way to you, leaving a gleaming shine in its wake.

Rindou’s mind raced off the mere touch, relishing in your essence dressing the grooves of his slicked muscle. He kept focus between your folds, enthralled with how each lash coaxed for the rivulets of your slick to fill his mouth.

His lips placed delicate pecks on whatever he could find, from the fluttering slit of your cunt to the hood of your clit, drawing the tender bud into the confines of his mouth. The immediate patches of white created a thick haze above your eyes, your hand flying to clutch at his locks.

“Just like that, fuck—gonna make me—” you mewled breathlessly, only for Rindou to pull away from between your legs. A disgusted scowl shrouded his features as he returned his thumb to toy with the twitch pearl, bringing him all the more amusement.

“You wanna cum oh so bad, but I wanna play with you for little longer. It’s those cute moans that you let out so freely, so slutty that it fills my ears with such bliss. Has me wondering about what you’ll do when you finally do cum.”

Before you could utter a word to him, Rindou found himself being too inclined to returning to his post, his cheek filling itself against your thigh. The pads of his digits slipped between your folds, revealing a mess so sloppy he swore he could have came right then and there.

He didn’t dare to speak, only the lewd gawking he embarked upon spoke for him. The bit of resistance he did have flew out the window, his mouth clinging to your clit without a lick of hesitation.

Paired with the swirling rolls of his flexed tongue, nothing began to hold Rindou back from his goal. At last, he needed to watch first hand how far you’d fall, how lust-driven that mind of yours was.

The explicit pop of his lips flooded the room, the streams of his drool lining his chin. “You taste so good, Beautiful. I know I said I’d help you but…fuck–” Rindou’s own desperation cut off his words.

He pulled away from you, rising to rest onto the soles of his feet, his body hunched above your own. Being met with a longing whimper, Rindou cupped your chin, his thumb swiping at the swell of your bottom lip.

“You’re a pretty bitch in heat, aren’t you? Let’s make a deal, if I can make you cum real hard, your pussy belongs to me…got it?” he cooed, lips nipping at the corners of your mouth. You peered at the drunken man through your lashes, the desperate need of relief guiding your hasty decision.

“Fine, let’s do it but I highly doubt–” you found yourself coming to a halted delay, Rindou’s awaiting lips crashing onto your own. His hand slipped between your bodies once more, the pads of his fingers placing pulsing nips to tease your aching pearl. Against his lip, spews of muffled keen bubbled in your throat, his playful touch sliding lower with each second.

The moment his finger sank into you, you threw your head back, the thin stand of saliva connecting what was left of the kiss.

“Rindou, please, just a little bit more, I need it so bad!” you sobbed, arms encircling the nape of his neck diligently. An ambitious huckle poured from his lungs, Rindou planting sloppy pecks along the pulse of your neck.

“I want you to cum too, Sweetheart…just not anywhere near my tongue or fingers,” he whispered, his hand lacing around your wrist. “Can you guess where, get it right and I’ll be stuffing that pretty pussy of mine real good.”

With the aid of Rindou’s hand, your palm came into contact with the crotch of his pants, revealing the strained confines his cock was reduced to. You didn’t need any more signs from him to know the lengths of Rindou’s own suffering. Your hands squeezed at his erection, granting for the hints of pre to seep through his pants. His head found comfort within the velvety tract of your neck,

“Go on, Y/N…touch me some more, please” he rasped, bucking into your hand. You yanked the thin metal from its post, leaving Rindou to fumble about with the clasps and belt alike. The yearning coursed through his veins, the swift dropping of his pants and briefs bunching around his ankles.

You took him into your hand once more, forming a tight fist around his shaft. You gasped at his girth, just barely gaining a firm squeeze surrounding his cock. “You’re so big Rin. Maybe you might have me coming back fr’ more,” you giggled jeeringly.

“S-Shut up and spread your legs,” the demanding words ringing from his mouth. Your legs encircled his waist, wrinkles engraving themselves onto the fabric of his white dress shirt.

“Y’know, I think we deserve an audience, Baby,” Rindou hinted snarkily. “If people look hard enough through that window, our little secret would be blown. Then we’d really be stuck together, right?”

“I-I don’t care, I just wan’ you so bad,” you mewled, your nails digging into the mass of his back. Rindou pushed his chest against your own, lifting your body off the desk’s top. He glared at you ever so mischievously, pressing the curve of your back against the cold glass.

“You ready? I’d hate to have you falling apart on me before I even start,” Rindou grinned as his hand snaked to take hold of his cock. Your head fell into a series of drunken nods, nonsensical babbles ripping from your chest.

Nipping at your slit, Rindou’s chest imploded with a hefty gasp, his hips leading him forward. The dripping mess of his tip was enveloped into the viscid heat, sending throbbing pangs to the aroused head. While his composture remained strong. Rindou observed the undoing of your mind. He took to your unhinged jaw, bubbly kisses painting your skin.

“Don’t tell me you’re cockdrunk already, I’ve got such a good slut on my hands. And to think, money the real thing that could make you cum,” he uttered, snapping his hips into yours. Your head writhed along the glass, your mouth agape with slurred mewls. Rindou’s girth bullied its way to fill you, giving your walls little chance to recover.

Each clench only spurred a harsh wince from your mouth but had Rindou seeing the patches of stars far before he was ready to unravel. “Oh fuckk–knew you had good pussy but shit, I even get it all to myself now.”

His ramblings soon ran short, shifting into a state of slurred words, hiccuping mewls, and the prettiest of needy moans, your cries melding into one. It was in the way Rindou’s hips reeled from their post had not a shred of remorse, quick to stretch you full all over again.

Your walls absorbed each pulse his veins bled out, massaging the plush with every stride. Even the swollen crown of his cock managed to find way to your cervix, leaving kisses every so often. Your waist ached, legs weakened, and mind far gone beyond belief. Yet as you caught Rindou’s flittering gaze, a smile grew across your lips, the infectious curl rubbing off on him.

“T-The hell are you smiling about? Y-You know I’m gonna w-win the bet, right? Rindou sneered, sinking his cock into you once more. You shook your head lazily, “I know…you’re doin’ such a good job, Rin. I’m s-so close and–”

“Shhh, you got it. You’re gonna cream around me and ‘m gonna fill you up, m’kay?” he panted against your skin. Just as his legs tensed with the weight of his own release, a call ever so distant piqued Rindou’s ear, the scene splayed before him fading away.

“Rindou! Rindou, are you in there?!” a voice shouted, pulling him from the reigns of sleep. Rindou shot up from his slumber, hands shooting up to clutch at his disheveled locks.

“It was just getting to the best part,” he moped, collapsing back into the chair. The knocking on the door earned his attention at last, wiping the sleep from his mind.

“Yeah, come in.”

Fixing himself to his former appearance, Rindou was met with a doe-eyed set of hues, followed by the soft clicks of heels.

The voice was soft yet alluring, the figure keeping their distance from the desk. “Uh, Rindou, sir…Ran sent me here, saying you had something to say to me, so here I am!” His eyes gawked at you, standing a few feet from his grasp.

He remained perched in his seat, the flairs of heat upon his cheeks brimming with joy. You finally brought yourself before him, arms linked behind your back with a sweet smile. “What did you wanna talk about?” you posed, Rindou flashing a sly grin your way.

“It’s funny you say that, Y/N. I do have a couple things to say…”

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savemesomenachos · 3 years

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We demand more Loki fluff. He deserves all the love

Sorry for the late reply but I completely agree with you, so feast your eyes🤧 Hope you like it!!

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Love on the Brain

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Loki being soft and a little jealous🤷🏽‍♀️ in the morning and just generally coz he’s a soft boi! CHANGE MY MIND!!!!!! (and yes, this is a warning on its own)

Word Count: 1114

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The gif below is how I imagine Loki would look at Y/n😆

Y/n’s POV:

Lately, I’d realised that Loki had been more touchy than usual. Not that I minded but he was stuck to me like glue. Now Loki was not exactly known to be cuddly but oh boy, was that assumption off.

Whatever I was doing, he was there. While I cooked, he’s stand beside me holding my hand or just resting his chin on my shoulder. While we watched TV, he’d lay me on top of him and card his fingers through my hair. Or if we were in bed, he’d nuzzle his head in the crook of my neck and wrap his arms around my waist.

He wouldn’t even let me shower alone. He begged me to leave the door unlocked when I did go to take a shower and he’d come in almost every time. He’d sneak up behind me in the tiny shower room, take the shampoo and soap from me and wash me himself. His soapy hands would slide over my body deliberately slow, pulling squeals out of me.

And when we’re lounging just before going to sleep, he’d beg for me to read to him while he laid his head in my lap and draped his arm over my thighs.

I knew something was off with how touchy he’d been but he insisted that there was nothing wrong.

Today, I’d decided to finally get the truth out of him. Softly, I padded down to the kitchen where he was tossing an egg in one pan and bacon in the other.

For a minute, I stood in the entryway to the kitchen and stared at his bare back. The muscles in his back shifted and flexed as he moved the pan. His pants were slung low on his hips as if on purpose.

I smiled when he cursed at some of the oil that splashed from the sizzling bacon. I chuckled and he turned around to see me standing there and staring at him like a creep.

He smirked at me and beckoned me closer with the curl of his finger. I walked to him and immediately wrapped my arms around his waist. His deep laugh sounded in my ear as his one of his arms wrapped around my waist while one of them still moved the bacon around eventually.

He extricated himself from me and took everything of the stove while I moved past him and poured some coffee for the both of us. As he set everything on the plate, I rounded the kitchen island and settled into one of the chairs. He did the same and settled down nest to me after softly placing a kiss on my hair.

We quietly dug into breakfast and didn’t say a word at all. That was one of the things I loved about being with Loki. I didn’t need to constantly talk to him; just spending time together was enough for me.

“I’ll do the dishes.” I said as I picked up both of our plates and our mugs. He was about to protest before I cut him off with a kiss.

“You made breakfast so it’s only fair that I do the dishes. Now get your butt in bed, I’ll be right there.” I said as I sent him off with a slap to his butt. He giggled and rushed up the stairs.

I always wondered how Loki, The God of Mischief, thousands of years old got giggly over the silliest things. I shook my head in wonder as I kept scrubbing the dishes.

Once I finished, I made my way up to the bedroom where he sat in one of the lounge chairs near the window with a book in his. After flicking a page or two, he noticed me standing at the door staring at him with a similar expression to that of the morning.

I made my way to him as he smiled at me with a look of content across his face. I perched myself on his lap and leaned back to rest against his chest.

“Read to me?” I asked while cuddling into his chest. He chuckled and brushed my hair out of my face with his cold hand.

He opened the book again and continued to read where he left off. Eventually I felt my eyelids beginning to close while I fought to stay awake. I felt him lift me into his arms and softly lay me on the bed.

As he turned to go, my hand wrapped around his wrist and tugged him back into bed. Without protest, he slipped into the covers beside me and pulled me closer to lay on his chest.

My head lay on his chest, just above his heart while his arms wrapped around my waist. He placed a kiss on my forehead while my eyes closed in satisfaction and my lips pulled up into a smile.

“What’s up with you bub?” I asked as a yawn escaped my lips, involuntarily. His arms around me tensed for a brief moment before he relaxed again and whispered a ‘nothing’ before proceeding to shower my cheek in indulgent kisses.

I hummed, pleased with the attention he was giving me before I realised that he was just trying to distract me. I pulled away from him and wrapped my hands around his neck to pull his extremely close to my face so I could look right into his eyes. I placed a soft kiss on his scrunched-up nose and pulled back to look into his eyes again.

“Please?” I begged with a childlike pout and what I could only hope was a glimmer in my eyes.

He sighed knowing he couldn’t win against me. “It’s all because of that stupid agent anyway,” he said which made my brow furrow.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, confusion etched on my face.

“That agent that kept flirting with you. He was really getting to me but I guess you didn’t really notice that he was flirting with you which just makes all of this pointless,” he answered with a sigh.

I giggled at his angry expression and started to smother him with kisses. I started with his eyelids and worked my way down to his nose, his cheeks, his chin and finally his lips when he began to whine.

“You have nothing to worry about coz I love you. Is that why you were cuddly this whole time?” I said as a light blush coated his cheeks in red.

He sighed in response with a small nod and cuddled right back into me to hide his flaming cheeks. I laughed and wrapped my arms around him anyway, happy to have in my arms.

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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Remember I Love You

A/n: This is my first time writing for our Lee Know! So I hope you like it! I adjusted the age a little bit so the hate would be a little more realistic I hope that's okay :) (this is not edited btw sorry if there are spelling errors, I type fast)

Requested by: @petalskook (thank you for requesting bb!!!)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: mentions of hate? nothing else maybe cussing?.....

Member: Lee Minho

Summary: Being a Soloist attracts a lot of attention. The focus now seems to be on the age gap between you and your boyfriend Minho. While it seems small to him, you can’t help but focus on what the media and fans are saying. Minho has to remind you what he sees instead of what the public sees.

Genre: angst, fluff, romance, idol!au

The green room was surprisingly hot. Sweat dripped down the back of your neck as you looked up at the TV screen. The MCs were commenting on the stage you just did and clips of you dancing with your back up dancers showed behind them. “Miss Y/n, you got a text message.” A staff member said handing you your phone.

You smiled seeing a text from your boyfriend, Minho. He was set to go on stage a few acts after you but had to stay with his members. Quickly you responded before flipping over to Twitter to post about the stage. You were shocked to find your name already trending.

Curious, you slid your finger over to the tag and scrolled through the first couple of posts. They seemed to all be about you and Minho. Your relationship was no secret. The two of you had been completely honest since the beginning.

I can’t believe our Minho is dating such an old Ajhumma

Fans Wonder About the Age Gap Between Stray Kids Lee Know and Soloist Y/n

Y/n should just stick to people her own age and leave Minho to us

She is way too old for someone like Minho. Her career is pretty much at its end soon anyway. #CancelY/n

Isn’t she embarrassed to be dating someone younger and more successful than her?

Running a hand through your hair, you tossed your phone onto the couch beside you. The age gap wasn’t that big of a deal, was it? You thought nothing of it and you assumed Minho didn’t mind. You weren’t that much older than him. There was hardly a year's distance between your ages.

“Y/n, do you want to stay and watch the stages or are you going back to the company?” Your manager asked you with a busy but kind smile. You thought about it for a moment, your eyes glancing at the phone once more. For some reason, you just felt like hiding from the world under your covers. Your shoulders felt oddly heavy now and your chest felt like there was an invisible weight on it.

“I think I’m just going to go home if my schedule is done. Will you tell Minho that I wasn’t feeling well and that I am sorry I missed his stage?”

Your manager smiled and checked your schedule before giving you the okay to leave. After giving the stylists your stage clothes back you changed and hopped in the car that would take you home. The radio played softly as one of your security detail drove you home. Your ears picked up Minho’s name mentioned.

“Oh Yes! He was on the show last week right?”

“Apparently, his girlfriend is going viral on SNS.”

“She is a little old for him.”

“She is so fierce onstage; do you think she makes him do everything at home too?”

“Oh, Noona! Why? Can’t I choose what film to watch??” The host said in a mocking voice.

“I could never date a woman older than me. I would hate not feeling masculine like that.”

You sighed and tried to ignore the jokes they were making and stared at the passing city scenery. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get their annoying voice out of your head. “Joonhee, can you please turn off the radio.” He nodded politely and switched off the radio. You rode the rest of the way home in silence.

You could usually handle the hate about you or your relationship, but this was just intense for one day. You sighed seeing photographers outside of your apartment. “Should I escort you inside?” Joonhee asked, ready to get out of the car.

“No, I’ll be fine. Thank you, Joonhee!” You put on a fake smile and thanked him before gathering your bag and exiting the vehicle. Thankful you left on your stage makeup, you waved to some of the reporters you knew. However, there were quite a few journalists shouting at you for a comment on the articles about you and Minho. Choosing to stay silent you simply smiled and walked into your building.

Thank goodness for doormen and security. This was just too much for one day. You glanced at your phone as you waited for the elevator to climb it’s way to the eighth floor. No text from Minho; which wasn’t unusual. He was probably performing now and had schedules later. However there several notifications from Twitter and Instagram.

The ding of the elevator brought you back to reality. Finally, you could be safe in your own apartment. Away from reporters and rumors and people who hated you for no reason. Having had enough of the world, you placed your phone on the kitchen counter and shut it off fully.

With tired and sluggish movements you wiped off your makeup in the bathroom mirror. Your eyes stopped on your forehead seeing a couple wrinkles you hadn’t noticed before. Most likely from stress but your mind couldn’t help but remind you that you were aging faster than Minho.

With yet another heavy sigh you threw the hand towel in the sink and flipped off the lights. Your heavy body flopped onto the couch and stayed there for the next ten minutes. Eventually finding the motivation to do so, you reached for the remote and turned on the television to a random channel. Some drama you had seen probably a million times was playing.

The hours passed by as if time was moving through tar or glue. You watched as the shadows grew longer across your apartment floor and the sun slowly disappeared, leaving you in a dark apartment. You were hungry but not hungry enough to get up to go to the fridge. You were cold, but not cold enough to go get a blanket. So instead you sat there on your couch, staring mindlessly at the TV.

The front door opened with a loud noise and your boyfriend charged into the room, his brows furrowed. “Hey! Not answering messages and calls is my thing! I’ve been texting and calling you for the past three hours. What’s the deal?” You blinked as he turned on a lamp, eyes not used to the light from being in the dark.

“Sorry...”

He stared at you in disbelief. Sorry? That was all he got? You just didn’t really feel like talking or doing anything really. You hated to admit it, but the comments had gotten you pretty depressed. He watched you shift on the couch under his unrelenting gaze.

“Is it your time of the month or something? What’s up with you?”

“Minho- just leave me alone. I have had enough of today.” Having reached your already short limit, you got up off the couch and headed to the bedroom. His grip on your arm stopped you.

“Y/n-...what’s wrong? Tell me.”

His voice softened and he looked a little concerned. His thumb brushed the skin of your arm softly. It was Minho’s way of saying: I’m comforting you but I’m too badass and tsundere to actually do anything so I’ll do this instead.

“Minho, I’m not in the mood. Just go do your own stuff.” You said pulling away from your boyfriend. Before you could even reach the hallway he called out again.

“Y/n L/n, if you don’t tell me what the hell is wrong in the next ten seconds I’m withholding sex for the next three weeks.”

You turned slowly and rose an eyebrow at his words.

“Minho- honey, you are in no position to make that demand.”

He sighed when you turned back around and entered the bedroom. Starting to get a little frustrated, he followed and shut the door behind him. Your back was to him as you sat on your side of the bed. He noticed how heavy your shoulders looked and how tired you seemed. You were so full of energy when he saw you perform. What was wrong?

The sounds of his footsteps padded across the room. He kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his. Your eyes stayed focused on your lap, not wanting to look at him. “I’m doing my best not to be frustrated with you because I know you are hurting. I’m trying to help, my love.” His voice was gentle as he stared at your sorrowful face. You let a few more minutes of silence pass before deciding Minho wasn’t going to give up anytime soon.

“Do you think I’m too old?”

The question kind of shocked him. He definitely had not expected this to be what was wrong. Were you too old? What kind of bullshit was that? You started to pull your hands away when he stayed silent. Quickly, he grabbed them back and laced his fingers with yours

“Too old for what? To win another Song of the Year? No. To order off the kid's menu? Yes.”

He smiled seeing your lips threaten a tiny grin. “I’m being serious, Minho. Am I too old for you.” He looked in your eyes, a sad smile coming over his face. It hurt him that you would say something let alone believe something like that.

“Why would you say such a thing?”

“All these articles and posts are saying I’m too old for you. That dating an older woman makes you less of a man or something. Do I really do that?”

Minho scoffed and sat next to you on the bed. “Y/n, we are both in our early twenties. You are not too old for anyone. I would still love you if you were thirty-two and I was twenty.”

He sighed, seeing your gaze drift away from him. He pulled your hands closer, making your attention come back to him. “Don’t listen to them, pabo. Listen to me. I love you. No matter what. Even when you don’t answer all thirteen of my calls.” He smiled finally seeing you laugh.

“So- Repeat after me. I,”

“I,”

“Y/n L/n,”

“Y/n L/n.”

“Will never ever question my incredibly hot boyfriend’s love and affection ever again because of internet douchebags.”

He smiled seeing you fully laugh, eyes sparkling again. You sighed, this time with relief as you looked back at your boyfriend. Your kind, somewhat unorthodox boyfriend. “I promise.” It was his turn to laugh when you kissed his cheeks in thanks.

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Of Being a Ladybug part 2

So, Paris is about 6 hours ahead of Metropolis . So if Marinette sent the message at say… 8 pm, and Jagged got it at 9 because he was at dinner, then getting lawyers straightened out and all that ...say Marinette starts school at 10 am, then it would be approximately 4am in Metropolis. It would be a 7 hour flight, meaning she'd leave at noon on Monday, and arrive at 2am on Tuesday.

The cons of being a reporter.

TUESDAY 2AM Paris

Lois was as excited as she was exhausted. Paris! She'd always wanted to go to Paris. As her taxi drove her past the Louvre and she could see the Eiffel tower in the distance, she couldn't help but remember the call she received yesterday.

"I know it's early, Lois, but I have a job for you in Paris" Bruce said from the other line.

"I'm listening."

"The satellites from the Tower have been picking up irregularities. Burning buildings, the Eiffel Tower toppled or completely missing, then the next pass everything is normal. Hal even claims he saw a giant baby on cams once. I've gone over all the pictures of the last year, a couple of weeks ago there… I can't explain it. I'll send you the images and we'll try to find a believable cover story for going in the middle of the school year like this"

"I understand, thank you Bruce. I'll book the earliest flight I can." Burning buildings? The Eiffel tower toppled? Nothing had been said in the news. If something on a grand scale like that were happening, they would already know.

"Thank you, Lois. I will of course pay for your accommodations while there," Bruce offered. A consolation for sending her around the globe for film effects.

She barely got a "thank you" out, before he hung up. She flopped back onto the bed, Clark raising an eyebrow at her. Of course he'd heard both sides of the conversation, so he obviously had his own opinion to share.

"Well? What do you think?" she asked him. If Clark gave it some weight, she might take it more seriously.

"A video was sent by the Mayor of Paris about a year ago, asking for help because his city was being overrun by stone monsters and their only hope lay with a couple of kids. I watched it and it looked like some cheap special effects and deleted it like the other publicity stunts people pull. Diana was the one to notice the inconsistencies with the Eiffel tower, and she swears she saw a couple kids flying on rooftops. It's why Bruce started investigating. But he has no reason to be in Paris at all, since Wayne Enterprises doesn't have an hq there, and he wants to save that excuse for if there IS any trouble. Anyways, try to enjoy your little vacation while you're there" Clark smiled.

"... Does Bruce know the mayor called for Justice League intervention?" Lois asked slowly. This… Was… Not… happening.

"No? I mean, just some publicity stunts, Lois. We get 20 of them a day" Clark dismissed. Lois was beyond words so she got up and started packing, and turned on her civilian phone to call for a flight. Before she could get dialing she got a call incoming.

"Penny? Is everything okay? WHAT? YES! Of course I do! That's huge! Yes, let me just call my boss…. Oh? Oh wow! Thank you! Yes, I'll see you tonight… Or I guess tomorrow for you…yes. I understand. Thank you" Lois couldn't believe her luck. She grabbed her JL phone and called Bruce.

"Bruce! I've got a cover! I've been asked by an old college friend to interview her client and a few others on Parisian TV. Yes, totally legit, she just called me… Penny Rolling. Yes, yes Bruce! I will keep my eyes open. Did you know the Mayor tried to call for JL intervention a year ago? No? Clark told me there was a video but thought it was a publicity stunt. Maybe try to find it and give me a heads up… okay… Thank you Bruce. That'll be perfect! I'll get to the bottom of this… Okay, thank you."

Finally done with the update she rushed to call the airline.

" NOON?!"

Before she could take in the breathtaking view any longer, the cab stopped. Lois paid the fare and stepped out and looked up. It was a beautiful hotel, owned by Mayor Bourgeois. The cabbie was loading her bags onto a trolley with a Bellhop waiting stoically by the doors. Just as Lois went to inquire about Penny, the door opened and out she came.

"You cut your hair!" Lois exclaimed, giving her friend a hug and a LA Bise.

"You, my beautiful ginger, are late! Had you arrived a few hours earlier you would have had quite the show!" Penny said with a smile. She'd always been jealous of Lois's hair.

"It's Paris, Penny. How exciting could it possibly be?" Lois asked jokingly, wondering just what her visit here would truly reveal.

I was going to end it here, but I believe I owe you all an action scene 😉

MONDAY 10AM PARIS

Ladybug flew over buildings in the direction of the explosions. She really wished she'd had a chance to see the classroom before leaving to see if she would have to once again go up against Alya. Or Lila.

Maybe if she was lucky it would be another unfortunate soul altogether. One she hopefully didn't know personally. Because it was starting to really take a toll on Ladybug, every time she came face to face with a friend or loved one.

Before she was ready she was at the scene. And she was shocked. The Akuma of the day was a barely visible outline of a woman. She had a flowy garment on and only became visible when she touched a person. The person would immediately admit to bad deeds, anything from finishing the ice cream container to more horrible crimes.

Ladybug watched as a couple hid behind a vehicle to escape the fate, only for the akuma to lift and throw the car, one handed, into another vehicle, creating another explosion. The akuma drifted ghost like towards the couple and became fully corporeal as she touched them, first the man ("I tapped your phone! I hated how much time you spent always going out!" he blurted out) then the woman ("I can't stand being with you!" she screamed back). Ladybug swallowed. This was not good. A non corporeal being with the strength of ten men and the ability to… Spill secrets? Ladybug wasn't sure, but didn't want to get too close before she had the full story. She went to grab her yo-yo to call Chat, only for him to pop up, baton swinging.

"What have we here? Another scary movie victim?" Chat asked, drawing all eyes to them. Ladybug wanted to scream. Or toss him off the building. Once! Just. ONCE!

"I… am Guilty Conscience. That voice that should tell you not to do bad… It Is too quiet in most people's heads. So therefore I shall make you scream your misdeeds to the world. No longer shall there be hiding behind white lies for innocence" the ghost whispered, yet to Ladybug she may as well have screamed.

"Che, you're out of your league! I have a picture perfect record!" Chat smirked, ever brash and fearless. Without a second thought, he jumped off the building towards the ghostly form. And just as Ladybug predicted, went right through her. She did not become solid upon contact with a human unless she so chose to. Great…

"Chat! Fall back, we need a plan!" Ladybug called, stepping back from the roof and readying her yo-yo.

"Just lucky charm her and we can go out for coffee!" Chat yelled back, swinging his baton uselessly through GC. Ladybug shook her head. She was almost 90% sure they'd need more backup.

"Lucky Charm!" she cried, throwing her yo-yo high. Down fell a teapot. Back up it is, she sighed.

"Chat! Fall back, I'm going for backup!" she called out again.

"Awe, but M'lady, I thought I was the only one you needed in your life!" she was sure he thought he sounded charming. She cringed.

"Not now Chat. I'll be back in a while, keep her from following me but keep your distance. No need to waste your energy for now."

Had she looked down, or paid more attention to her surroundings, she may have seen Lila hiding in an alley not far from the akuma. She may have noticed her trying to follow her. She may even have taken another route to get where she was going. Later she would regret not being more vigilant.

To be Continued...

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Fic: Closer to the Light 2/? Kylo Ren x Reader

Closer to the Light

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Summary: You rejected the Force once, but it’s pull won’t be denied.

Spoilers: No TROS spoilers. Takes place just before The Force Awakens and continues from there. Rey will feature but not as heavily.

Tag list: @babsbixby, @i-am-lokii-of-asgard, @holacherrycola90, @bookworm-nerd6, @fanofallthingsnstuff, @bulba-bulbasaur, @thomasscresswell, @vampgguk, @johnnysactualgf, @siobhanlovesfilm

Two:

Poe had felt immense relief when a stormtrooper, of all people, managed to help him escape the First Order.

He could honestly admit he had not seen that coming. From what they knew of the Order, troopers were taken as children and brainwashed into loyal servants who laid down their lives for the men and women in power who viewed them as expendable. He never thought he would meet one who could break whatever conditioning they had been put through.

Not that it was impossible to imagine, but more so that the Resistance believed anyone who the Order failed to control would have been killed on sight.

Whether Finn was just lucky or not had yet to be seen. He was no longer FN-2187, and it would take time to see if Finn could be a man that the Resistance could truly rely on. But Poe had hope that Finn would be a valuable asset, as well as someone he could call a friend one day.

That is, if he even made it off Jakku.

After they crashed into the planet that Finn was so reluctant to return to, Poe had woken alone and injured.

And annoyingly missing his favorite jacket.

The fighter looked to have split upon entry into Jakku. He couldn’t find a trace of Finn and didn’t have the means to look for BB-8 on his own.

Running into a scavenger named Naka Iit was pure luck.

Poe had turned on the charm and told the man all about his rather epic escape from the First Order. He thought Naka would be taken aback by his heroics. Instead, the man thought he was crazy.

Well, crazy, but entertaining as well. So Naka agreed to give him a ride to the Niima Outpost.

And because Poe’s life was nothing if not an adventure, they were attacked and shot at by scavengers along the way. Poe, as skilled and scrappy as ever, managed to evade their attackers and they reached the outpost in one piece, if a little worse for wear.

From the outpost he was able to charter passage to Yavin IV from a merchant. And once planet-side was reunited with his beloved X-wing.

His return to D’Qar was unexpected but extremely welcome.

He could hear the mix of surprise and relief over the transmission as he radioed in to the base, letting them know it was really him about to enter their airspace.

The last thing he needed was to get shot out of the sky. Again. And by his own friends, no less.

His movements were a little slow and the bruises and blood on his face caused worry among his fellow rebels, but they still greeted him with wide grins and gentle hugs.

The sea of people parted as the General made her way to him, a motherly smile on her face and a hint of a tear in her eye.

Leia held his battered face in her hands, pained at the signs of his torture and all the suffering he had endured. Poe raised his hands, gripping her wrists lightly, as if to physically reassure her that he was there. That he was okay.

Bruised, yes, but not broken.

“It’s good to have you back,” she whispered for his ears only.

“Wait ’til I tell you how it happened,” he smirked, with a small chuckle.

“That will have to wait, Commander,” Leia announced reprovingly, but the tiny sparkle in her eye told him she was looking forward to the story. “You’re needed in medical.”

Poe didn’t fight her, and allowed himself to be lead toward Doctor Kalonia and her eager staff of medical officers. The General didn’t leave his side.

He was seated in front of the good doctor, but aside from giving her a nod of hello, all his attention was on his General.

“What news of the map?” Leia asked firmly. Poe didn’t take her change in tone personally. This was war after all.

“I retrieved the map from Lor San Tekka,” he replied with a frown. “The village was flooded with stormtroopers in minutes. I managed to get out but they grabbed San Tekka. I gave BB-8 the map and told him to go. That I’d find him later.

“Ren was there,” Poe added softly. He had to give the General credit, she didn’t flinch at the mention of her son. “He tried to get San Tekka to talk, but he refused. They—killed him.”

Leia closed her eyes and sighed. Poe gave her a moment to process the loss. When she looked to him once more, he continued.

“I tried to stop him—them. He stopped my blaster shot in midair,” Poe shook his head. “Used the Force to keep me from running, and had me dragged onto their ship. Ren ordered the village slaughtered.

“I’m—I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it,” his voice trembled but the General dismissed his apology with a sorrowful smile.

“There’s nothing you could have done,” she consoled him, even as she knew it would not help relieve their shared pain.

“General Hux had me interrogated on their ship,” he recounted. “You’ll be happy to know their interrogators are unimpressive.” The proud smirk on his lips twitched when he thought of what followed.

“Ren came when they couldn’t get me to talk.” Leia nodded, knowing that Poe, despite his resilience and strength, would have been no match for Kylo Ren’s mastery of the Force.

“I fought, I tried to keep him out of my head,” he growled, and Doctor Kalonia paused her ministrations, waiting for him to calm before she resumed cleaning his cuts.

“How much does he know?” the General asked, her voice sympathetic and understanding.

“He knows BB-8 has the map,” Poe admitted shamefully.

“We’ll send a team to look for the droid,” she declared calmly, nodding to an officer who hovered nearby. He nodded pointedly and left to inform the rest of the council.

“General,” Poe drew her attention once more, and Leia was concerned at the anguish she saw in his eyes. “Ren—when he was looking in my head, through my memories. He—he saw her.”

Leia inhaled sharply and her hands clenched unconsciously. In a strange way it reminded him of Ren’s reaction upon seeing the girl. The poor woman, obviously traumatized, who they had now unintentionally placed in danger.

“I don’t know how they’re connected but whatever Ren’s intentions, they didn’t look good,” Poe lamented, visibly unhappy with the General’s previous decision to leave him in the dark, even if he understood her caution.

“We need to find her,” he shared a long, resolute look with the General, “before he does.”

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It had been a week since you had been visited by Leia’s enigmatic messenger. And nearly as long as you’d slept.

Bone-tired, you hadn’t even managed a trek to the mines since. Rhydonium was unstable enough. Between your jittery hands and sleepy eyes, it would be a recipe for disaster. The last thing you needed to do was drop some and blow yourself up.

You hadn’t even left your encampment. Knowing your luck, you’d hop on your speeder to head into town, pass out, and end up lost in the middle of the desert upon waking. Abafar was full of utter wastelands the locals called The Void.

If anyone mistakenly wandered into the Void, there was a good chance you’d never see them again. Not alive, anyway.

It wasn’t fear that kept you up.

Poe was hardly about to drag you away kicking and screaming. And Leia, while concerned with your well being, seemed content enough to wait you out.

No, it was your own traitorous mind that kept you awake.

The first few days, it was your memory that haunted you. Not just of the massacre at the temple. Of the dead students and Luke’s desolate face. Instead it was Ben that haunted you.

Ben’s smile had always enthralled you. He was serious and understated more than not, but when you could make him laugh or smile, it was hard to resist joining him in his mirth.

He was taller than you by age twelve. Nearly a foot taller by sixteen. You could remember the crick in your neck that would develop after spending so long staring up at him.

Your mind could not seem to reconcile those memories with the man you were confronted with on that fateful night in the temple.

Even when he was reserved, you could always see Ben’s emotions at play on his face. From concentration to concern, fondness to focus, Ben was always feeling something.

It was the blankness on his face that night that spoke volumes. That was not the Ben you had grown up with, not any longer.

And it broke your heart.

You only wish you knew what had happened, what had driven him so far away from the light. If Luke and Leia knew, they never told you. And after enough time passed, there seemed no point in asking. Knowing wouldn’t change anything.

It should have been a relief when your memories finally stopped plaguing you that past night. But what followed merely confused you.

Well into the night, you had laid down once more in hopes in getting a few moments rest. They were few and far between, but all that was keeping you going lately.

Resting your head on your makeshift pillow, you closed your eyes and reveled in the blankness of your mind. The memories that had been playing on repeat granting you a rare reprieve.

And then it began. Your mind, exhausted, felt a sudden tug.

Your eyes opened blearily as you puzzled at the sensation. Rubbing your temples with the heels of your hands, you tried to ignore the strange feeling. You shifted on your bed and pulled your blanket higher up on your body.

The tug gave way to a buzzing and you let out a frustrated grunt. By now your head was beginning to hurt and you whimpered softly. You had no pain reliever in your camp and little way to ease your pain.

Tossing your arm over your eyes to block out all light, you forced yourself to relax. You took a deep, calming breath and tried to open up your mind in hopes of releasing whatever it was that was causing such tension.

It was as if a spark had suddenly ignited.

You felt a wave of emotion, but it didn’t feel like it belonged to you. It felt triumphant. And then for a moment, the feeling had a voice.

“Open your eyes…”

It felt like a whispered plea, and in your wearied state you could do nothing by comply.

Your arm fell to your side and you opened your eyes. Your gaze roamed around your simple tent and the few personal belongings you owned.

Feeling strangely unsatisfied, you turned your stare to the opening of your tent. From there you could see the rusted edge of your speeder, and the outline of the mines in the distance.

There was only so much terrain that was commonly traveled on Abafar and the mines created a distinct landscape that many used as guides and landmarks when journeying to and from the city.

Dissatisfaction turned to pleasure and the foreign emotions, which had before been inviting, turned sinister.

And then you were alone in your mind once again.

Your eyelids fluttered and you didn’t know what to make of what just happened. It had felt as if another person had crept into your mind, but you couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

You had spent so long isolated and cut off from the Force that it’s possible reappearance felt wrong and unwelcome.

If you hadn’t been so weakened, so completely drained in body and mind, you would have been alarmed. You would have jumped from your bed and hopped astride your speeder. You would have run until you could run no more.

But your body was bone-weary and worn out, and gave in to the temptation to sleep.

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The sun was shining brighter which told you that hours had passed.

Your head was fuzzy and light, your body still longing for sleep after being deprived for so long. But the whirring noise in the distance that woke you was persistent.

And if you weren’t wrong, it sounded like it was moving closer. Fast.

Rolling out bed, you didn’t bother with your jacket that might have protected you from the dust and sand as you stepped outside. You stumbled out of your tent in your pants and tank top, both of which had seen better days, and finished pulling on your boots as you searched the wide open terrain for the disturbance.

A speck of black caught your eye, hovering low to the ground but never touching the dunes of sand. You cocked your head to the side as you studied it.

Whatever it was, it moved quickly and began to take on a somewhat more familiar shape. Two wings, slightly curved in, circular cockpit. Your heart sped as your brain tried to catch up.

A TIE fighter. Not totally unheard of considering many pilots used Abafar to refuel. But to be so far out of Pons Ora?

You were now wide awake and scrambling toward your landspeeder. You didn’t know what the Order was doing here, and you didn’t want to know.

Left with little choice, you headed toward the mines and the cover they would provide. If the pilot wasn’t interested in you, then he would continue on ahead. If you were his target, you knew the layout of the mines undoubtedly better than him.

When the fighter shifted focus, turning to follow you, there was no doubt who they were after.

The real question was why?

It had to be that conversation with Poe. You didn’t know if someone overheard him mention the General, the Resistance. If someone had thought you were a some sort of spy or member of the rebellion. All you knew what that you needed to make it to the mines.

Your speeder, hardly in its prime, was no match for the TIE, which was gaining ground quickly. The mines were still too far off for comfort.

When the first blast hit, you nearly lost your balance as an explosion of sand and flame landed to your left.

You had no time to process the fact that the blast, while bone-shaking, was still a good distance away from you. That whoever was chasing you didn’t intend to kill you.

At least not so impersonally as a blast from his onboard weapons.

The second blast, landing just a bit behind you, sent your speeder tumbling off course and you flying off. The dunes provided a little cushion as you slammed into the ground.

You were struggling to come to your feet as the TIE fighter came to a stop. Hugging your ribs, you stumbled as the pilot descended.

You blinked, almost sure you had a concussion, confused by the sight of a man clad in black, face covered by a helmet reminiscent of Darth Vader. Smaller and sleeker than what you remembered in holograms and history texts.

That couldn’t be just another First Order pilot, and it definitely wasn’t a stormtrooper.

You tripped over your own feet as you came to a sickening revelation, falling to your knees as your pursuer came into focus. His cape fluttered in the breeze as he approached. Soon he was in front of you. Hovered above you, he silently regarded your bedraggled form.

He called himself Kylo Ren now, you reminded yourself. He wasn’t—this was Kylo Ren. Your heart was beating out of your chest, the rush of blood all you could hear in your ears. Your gaze fell to his boots, your breathing heavy and labored as he remained eerily still.

“Look at me,” he demanded, the cold, mechanical voice that now replaced his once warm and deep tones made you shudder.

Unable to do so, your eyes remained on the ground.

There was the sound of a click and brushes of movement, but you didn’t glance up until you saw his knees bend as he crouched down to meet you at your level.

“Look at me,” he repeated, and recalled the voice in your head last night. His voice.

The mask was gone. In its place was a mess of black hair, achingly familiar, a pair of full lips pulled into a slight frown and finally haltingly recognizable brown eyes.

His face, for all its familiarity, might as well been a mask itself. There was no anger, or curiosity, or happiness. It was like he was studying you. Deciding what to do with you.

And you knew this wasn’t the man you called a friend once. This wasn’t the boy you regarded with a young girl’s first blossom of love. This man was the Jedi Killer. The Commander of the First Order. And yet you still found yourself unable to stop the shattered plea that fell from your lips.

“Ben?”

His eyes narrowed and he jerked away, standing abruptly as his fists clenched. And as you waited for the pain that was sure to follow, he simply waved a hand and your world went black.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #reader #reader insert #star wars #fic: closer to the light #fanfiction #fanfic #poe dameron #finn #Princess Leia #general Leia organa #leia organa #ben solo #luke skywalker #general hux #bb8

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HEY. HEY PUT THOSE TAGS INTO A FULL STORY PLS. Comfort. Healing. D-0 (I LOVE THAT LITTLE GUY!!!) don't just hide this potential in tags! :O

Anything for you, dear. ;D Based on this post. This is also on AO3 because it’s Christmas Eve and therefore traditional. Also I gotta warn you, this was written... entirely on public transport, so sorry in advance for any mistakes.

They wait out the rest of the war onTatooine.

Ben had been the one to bring it up,resolute to go alone, and Rey had followed without a second thought. They lieas low as they can at first, eager to avoid the wrath of anyone who couldfollow them here, but they plant themselves into the locals's lives soon enough,taking on the role of mechanics for anyone who could need their services inexchange for anything to help them earn a living. Even though it's onlytemporary, things are still light years better than they had been on Jakku. Shehas a home here, not a makeshift shelter, and better yet, she might have afamily. It's only when they both find the rhythm of their new life that sherealises how easy it actually is.

“D-0, what happened to my memory circuit?”

“I-in here.”

“Are you still hoarding my droids?” Rey looks up from the engine she's beenslaving over for a week now just in time to catch the deadpan look he sends herway. The contrast between their working stations never fails to make her smile,even if the reasons behind it are less than pleasant - hers is clean enough,after years of doing this on her own, and the chaos that reigns over Ben's,with his two helpers and the array of needed parts that he has floating inorbit around him, is such an obvious compensation for an absence that it makesher heart ache. When he’s like this – entirely consumed by whatever is takinghis attention, face scrunched up in concentration with a lightness to his bodythat hadn’t seemed possible before – she thinks she might never want to lookaway.

“This is an assistance droid. It's what he does. I had a similar one as a child.”He stretches his hand out impatiently, only to realise that the miniaturecompartment needs to be manually opened. “Give it here.”

“N-no thank you.” D-0 rolls away before Bencan have another chance to approach and he retracts his arm as if he'd beenburnt, the pile of metal suspended in the air coming to a precarious stop as hefrowns.

“He does that with everyone.” Hisexpression eases, but there's still something there, bigger than astrangely misbehaving droid, as if he had understood but rather wished hehadn't. It’s something Rey has seen before, but he carefully tucks the emotionaway before she can so much as nudge it awake. “I'm not sure what happened tohim, but it takes him a while to approach a human. Or anything bigger than BB-8.”

“It’s all right. See?” He taps the droid inquestion until he gets an acknowledgment as D-0 whirls away pensively at a safedistance. “It’s not always bad.”

“O-often.”

Ben freezes for a moment before, with aquick glance at Rey and the work she’d forgotten about, hunching back over hisown project. “Someone needs to fix that defect of his. Droids don’t stutter.”

It would be an easy enough thing to dealwith and they both know it, but Rey bites the comment back along with a widearray of things he might not be quite ready to hear her say. “He’s fine as heis.”

A week later, as they flee through themarket on the run from the scene that they’d left behind – a spy that they’dhad to dispose of once he’d attacked them, again,though whether it’s from the former First Order or the new New Republic thistime, Rey isn’t sure any longer – the droid is the first thing Ben asks foronce he’s sure they’re safe.

~.~

She starts to notice a pattern after that.

It’s a silly thing to pay so much attentionto, given what had started it, but it’s impossible to ignore once Rey catcheson – no matter what he does, no matter how content or safe he is, everythingfrom Ben’s direction feels like he’s suspended mid-air, constantly waiting forthe other shoe to drop. What exactly it is that he’s expecting is impossible totell, but it’s there all the same, like an anxious backdrop to his every move.It relaxes its hold on him more and more every day and it never disappearscompletely – every step he makes is made with him holding his breath.

She finally cracks when she steps into theshower one day and sees him stiffen for all of a moment, shoulders caving inbefore he lets go.

“This doesn’t bother you when I do it.” It’sbarely a question and he cracks one eye open to give her a questioning look. “Unexpectedtouching.”

“No.” He rinses the soap out of his hair,the pristinely maintained air of nonchalance only giving when she doesn’telaborate either. “Why should it?”

Lessthan a year ago, I could have used it to kill you.It’s such a distant thought now, when he looks her in the eye, as open as he’sbeen ever since the very start. It had just meant something different then. “Itdoes with everyone else. I’ve seen it in a crowd. With our neighbours, too.”They don’t have too many of those and it’s still just a temporary home, but thepeople in their vicinity tend to be surprisingly affectionate. He’s always acutelyaware of his surroundings, but never of her – if anything, Rey suspects thatshe might have caught him by surprise only due to the fact that her presence isalready constant in his mind. “It doesn’t surprise you when it bothers others,too.”

“Is this about the droid?”

He’s just incredulous enough for her toknow that she’s right. “The same droid you’ve trained to trust you?”

The smile she gets in return might just bethe saddest one he’d ever given her. It’s a good thing, Rey supposes – she’sbeen seeing him happy more and more often lately and if memories are the onlything that can draw this out of him, it’s all the better for both of them.

“I’ve found that if you can’t train peopleto trust you, you have to teach yourself to duck out of their way.” There’s ascattered, chaotic recoil of recollection somewhere deep inside him, of lightningand shouting and pain and more pain It stretches on, seemingly over the courseof years, right before he shoves it out of sight. It’s horrifying, even more sofor how matter-of-fact he finds it – it’s a part of his life, just another laststraw on top of years of questioning and doubt, both external and internal; alifetime of looking over his shoulder and only seeing more unanswered questionsscattered along his path. It’s something she understands all too well, but eventhen, it’s far too much and for the first time, she sees it all, laid out likean open book in front of her on his command. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed,”he says, voice even lower than usual as he finally looks her in the eye, “but Ihave to train people out of mistrusting me.”

He’d never managed to train himself to trust him, that much Rey knowsnow. It almost makes her laugh; how for a long time, she had hoped against hopethat he would end up the explanation to all of her missing pieces (the past andthe peace and the hope, both her own and the ones of the entire galaxy), giventhat she’d answered some of his own questions in the meantime. Bond or no bond,she can’t imagine the relief it must have been – realising that she had lookedat him and had seen nothing but him alone, without a single accusation orpraise or expectation.

“Not me,” she argues immediately, ready fora rebuttal. He’s fond of arguing for argument’s sake, she’d had the time tofind out, but this might just be too important for him to try it now.

“No,” Ben agrees and there’s a little awein there too, just before he breaks into a smile. It’s entirely different thistime and it lights up his entire face and she’s already gravitating towards itlike a spaceship towards its homing beacon even before his hand cups her cheekand draws her closer. “Not you.”

~.~

When she wakes up the next day, the otherhalf of the bed is empty.

It’s a relatively common occurrence forher; waking up alone. Ben is a light sleeper and doesn’t seem to need much ofit to begin with, while Rey had had a much easier time of it ever since they’darrived on Tatooine. It would be a day like any other if it hadn’t been for thevoices in the only other room in the house and the strange mechanical wheezing thataccompanies it.

“Ben?” She rubs the sleep out of her eyesand pats the floor for her lightsaber, checking in on him through the bond oninstinct. He’s tense but not afraid, though that might just be the effort notto wake her – perhaps whoever is there doesn’t know that he’s not alone. Itshould have shocked her, how quickly every possible enemy on every spot on thespectrum had shifted into a vague theywhen they’d ended up alone against the rest of the galaxy, but it’s almost ahabit by now. Back when they had first slept with their weapons under theirpillows, it had been easier to think of their potential enemies as varying degreesof dangerous. Now, it’s just a distant sort of anxiety, ready to jump up atevery hint of a threat.

Lightsaber clutched in her hand, shetiptoes over to the door as the frenzied noise grows louder and her breathleaves her on a relieved exhale just as it comes to an abrupt stop.

“Do you see now? There’s no point infussing. This could have been much easier.” The sight in front of her is afamiliar one – Ben’s lying on his front on the floor, eyes shielded by themakeshift mask he usually uses when needed as he clutches D-0 in one hand and adrill in the other. Rey plucks one of the instruments floating around the roomand revels in the fact that he doesn’t flinch at the disturbance, the tension frommoments ago seeping away in favour of mild annoyance.

“B-better now.”

“I know.Now you can’t pretend you can’t hear me when I ask for something.” He tossesthe drill away in favour of an unsettlingly large needle. “We have to do something about this speechpattern. I thought it would go away on its own, but it’s been months.”

“R-Rey.”

“Yes, most likely. She’s good at that, isn’tshe?” The tone shifts from berating to almost conspiratorial mid-sentence and Reysteps fully into the room once his greeting flows through the connectionbetween them, as well as the awareness of her presence, and the warmth thatfollows engulfs her from head to toe, gentle and tentative and so carelesslyhonest that it nearly makes her cry. “Fixing things.”

When he turns to face her, she throws thewrench in his general direction. “I’m not sure he needs my help with thingsthat can fix themselves.”

Ben swiftly moves its course towards thetable where her weapon is already resting, returning her grin with one of hisown as he jumps up to his feet, repairs temporarily forgotten. “Perhaps not,”he allows, nearing her without an ounce of hesitation (it might not matteranymore, she thinks, how many times they’ve caught each other with their guarddown; not when it’s far more of a blessing than it’s ever been a curse). Atlong last, he’s actually landed, right here in front of her, without the pastbreathing down his back. It might be just around the corner, but the change isstill palpable enough for Rey to realise that she’d been holding her breathwith him; enough for her to feel nearly lightheaded as her own memories slip tothe side right along with his. “It’s enough that you’re here.”

This time, when she reaches out towardshim, Ben meets her halfway.

#fanfic prompts #Ben Solo #reylo #fanfic #sw #sw spoilers #tros spoilers #I gotta go read your fic now #I'm so excited!#and so surrounded by family!#(and therefore mildly stressed out ;D)#otp: I saw your future #takaraphoenix

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I was tagged by @boneandfur via my side blog @the-council-of-new-york-vampires! Thank you! ❤️

Choices Ultimate Questionnaire

1. Which of your MCs would win the hunger games?

• BB MC? That bitch regrets nothing, lmao.

2. Which MC is your favorite?

• I think my AME one. She is so flirty and especially confident! I wish I was more like her. Mine legit fucked Jen and Mackenzie on the same day. No regrets, hehe.

3. If only one LI could be transported into your real life to become your real-life partner, who would it be and why?

• My favorite LI is Kamilah, but I wouldn’t choose her (I think?), because she’s 30 and I’m 18, lol. I feel like she wouldn’t fit into my life at this point of time? Also, there is no way she wouldn’t break up with me after realizing what a loser I am, hahaha. So, Kaitlyn Liao seems more realistic even though I chose Chris over her in-game. No idea what was wrong with me back then. I’d undo the choice, so I do think she counts. Most LIs are too old for me. :D

4. Which character do you relate to most?

• Probably the D&D MC, if she counts. She is so young, delicate in a way, and she tries to find her place in life while having to deal with so many losses, like the deaths of both her parents. She’s kinda “alone” in this world, but still tries to see the light, without being overly confident or strong or anything I’m not. That’s why I can relate to her. Also, to Miss Sutton, since she’s kind of plain, doesn’t get much attention, but has her own story and problems, like being underestimated, misunderstood or simply in a situation where she is obviously not wanted. Talking about her relationship with Mr. Marlcaster here. Obviously, he doesn’t love her. That’s where I’m very unlike MC and more like Miss Sutton: Literally no one has a crush on me, much less five super fancy rich people.

5. What was the first book you played?

• MW. And bought the first dumbass diamond choice they presented me. Lmao, never again.

6. Which book have you replayed the most times?

• None. I’ve played most once, some rather new ones never. Like, ATV. I haven’t heard a single good thing about it.

7. Would you rather have Hero 2 or Most Wanted 2?

• MW, because I didn’t like Hero. I liked the beginning a lot, then took a break for some reason, and when I returned to play it was just plain boring. Neither the characters nor the story appealed to me. With MW, it was quite the opposite. I didn’t like the story until the end when it got very interesting. I liked Hayley Tull a lot and that cliffhanger. How could they not continue this dope story, like for real? Who killed Hayley?? PB, we want answers.

8. Did you like LoveHacks?

• Yes, but not overly. It was nice. Liked the characters more than the story itself, though, as far as I remember.

9. Did you like RoE?

• I did! That’s a rare book in which I liked both the story and the characters. I loved the development, too, but it isn’t one of my favorite books and I can understand that it got a lot of hate, because there was no female LI.

10. Which MC in your opinion is the most beautiful?

• D&D, I think? But it’s hard to say. My AME one is also pretty.

11. Which female character (from any book) is the prettiest in your opinion?

• Kamilah Sayeed comes to mind. She has this kind of “perfect” appearance. Like, no flaws?? It’s hard to describe, but I see her beauty very different than Priya Lacroix’s, for example, who is also very pretty, but not in the “flawless” way, more in the wild, exotic way. Anyway, I think I’d say Kamilah, especially when she smiles. :)

12. Which male character (from any book) is the most handsome in your opinion?

• ADAM VEGA. He is... Omg. He is everything! I don’t even know where to begin with describing this masterpiece... Even his wrinkles suit him! 😍

13. Which character is the most intriguing?

• I’m a sucker for dark backstories. Look at The Council, for example. They each have a super dark one that made them the (mostly horrible) person they are today, I’m sure of it! Priya’s interests me the most. I have a HC for it, but it’s so damn dark. Also, Adam’s, of course, since he’s my world. :’)

14. If you had to befriend anyone from any book, who would it be?

• Kaitlyn comes to mind? Again?? In the less realistic way, Adam Vega, but it’s not like my friendship would bring him any sort of benefits, so he’d probs toss me in the trash. Lmao. xD

15. Which MC has the best outfits?

• Haha, I wouldn’t know, I never buy the outfits. Like 25 diamonds? That is too damn high for a piece of fabric. Like, I could pay the exact same amount for a beautiful night with my LI. Seems way better to me. Anyway, AME MC or TRR MC, I’d say, since they can afford expensive shit like super glam dresses.

16. Which book would you want to be transported into and live the life of that MC?

• Uh... Most have troubling lives. I’d say BB, before the plot. Or TRR. That bitch is lucky. Yet, I’d deny myself all the luxury, money and love if I had the chance to live in a world with Adam instead. :’)

17. List 5 characters you dislike the most.

• ADRIAN RAINES. I’m sorry, y’all. Also, Luther Nevrakis (ew), The Baron (ew), Scholar Jameson and Gaius Augustine. Simply for not valuing bae. 💅 Same goes for BB MC. I won’t ever forget the way she talked about Adam! 😤

Tagging: @kinda-iconic, @ilovekamilahsayeed, @gavryllo, @give-me-ernest-sinclaire, @a-meredith and anyone else who wants to do this can legit say I tagged them. 😴❤️

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politicalmamaduck · 6 years

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food for the soul

Rey struggles with new food and the knowledge that Kylo Ren is her soulmate.

A gift for @southsidestory in honor of her donation to @reylotrashcompactor‘s GoFundMe. Read it on ao3 here. My deepest gratitude to @southsidestory for her generosity, and to @galacticprideandprejudice for her beta help in making this fic the best it could be. <3

(Please mind the tags.)

The Force works in mysterious ways.

The Force works in mysterious ways, Rey kept telling herself.

She repeated it over and over as she threw up the remains of her dinner, emptying what little remained in her stomach as quietly as she could. The walls on the Resistance’s new base were thin, and she didn’t want anyone to know how much trouble she was having with new food. Finn was away, having accepted a new assignment from General Organa. Poe was busy with the new pilots, including a recovered Rose, who was learning to fly to honor her lost sister. Leia was as busy as ever, and Rey did not want to add another burden to the general’s already lowered shoulders. Food and troops were scarce enough on their small moon, removed as they were from the central hyperspace lanes. They were not far from Crait and D’Qar, but far in the Outer Rim, removed from the Core and the destroyed Hosnian system.

She tried to meditate like Master Luke taught her on Ahch-To, but she couldn’t concentrate. She was shaking, whether from the lack of food or from the knowledge she couldn’t process, she did not know.

At night she tossed and turned, alternating between shivering from cold or burning up, sweating in a hot flash. She was aware that her body needed time to adjust to new climates, new environments, but even on her hungriest days on Jakku she never hated her body so much for betraying her.

And beneath the physical struggle was the mental, spiritual, emotional. The turmoil in her stomach compared to the battle she waged with her own mind.

She managed to close the Force’s bond between them on Crait, but after delving into the ancient Jedi texts with the help of C-3PO, R2-D2, and BB-8, whose memory banks she slightly altered, she now knew a deeper truth.

The Supreme Leader of the First Order was her soulmate, and his fate was indelibly linked with her own.

The Force works in mysterious ways.

Rey was so hungry the next day at dinner that she ate nearly everything in sight, then spent the evening throwing it up again, just like the day prior.

As she lay in bed again that night, once more unable to sleep, her thoughts drifted across the galaxy. Somehow, she knew he couldn’t sleep either. Putting him out of her mind once more, she resolutely determined to visualize the island, to feel the salt spray on her skin, to breathe deeply and become one with the Force. She would find her balance again, she just had to keep trying.

She finally fell asleep, her thin blanket tangled around her legs, her throat sore from throwing up, and tears crusted in her eyes.

As a child Ben Solo read ancient Alderaanian love poetry and dreamed of the day he would find someone he could love as much as the poets loved their muses. They yearned for their soulmates the way he yearned for his parents’ attention. As he grew older, he gave up on the idea that he would be his parents’ first priority, but dreamed of writing Alderaanian poetry for his soulmate.

Kylo Ren barely thought about his parents, his soulmate, or Alderaanian poetry. When he did, it was only to lament how he never truly possessed that which he wanted. The Supreme Leader was too busy for such trifles anyway. He had to deal with the interminable Hux every day, and an endless litany of problems. The First Order had invested most of its capital in the Supremacy, the Fulminatrix, and Starkiller Base, and all three were gone, destroyed by the Resistance, which they in turn failed to destroy. Flames of rebellion had lit across the galaxy, and there were not enough competent officers to control and put out the fires.

At night he struggled to sleep as he always had, but his dreams were queer of late. He dreamed of Rey, no longer at peace on her island, but ill, in bed and shaking.

She had not appeared to him in his waking hours since Crait, but he knew it was only a matter of time. The Force worked in mysterious ways.

…

It was Rey’s third day of eating to make up for everything she had lost the night before, then voiding it in the same fashion, when she heard a voice behind her as she knelt in the refresher.

“You can’t keep doing this, Rey, and you know it.”

It was a voice she thought she would never hear again, that she thought she had closed herself off from; the last person in the world she wanted to see.

Her soulmate.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she said, not looking behind her, but only down at her own reflection in the toilet.

“I know,” he replied, more gently than she expected. “But I’m here whether I want to be or you want me to be or not. The Force isn’t done with us.”

“I know,” she responded, getting up from the toilet and washing her face and hands. She caught a glimpse of him in the mirror; he looked as exhausted as she felt.

“Rey, you deserve more than this,” he said, at which she finally turned to face him.

“What do you know about what I deserve?” she spat back.

“You’re strong with the Force, stronger than you want to admit. You’re wasted here with the Resistance, hiding, running, pretending to fit in with everyone else. You’re not alone, but you can’t tell them about what happened, can you?”

“Did you tell the First Order the truth?” she asked, narrowing her gaze at him.

“No,” he answered, looking at her, then down to his feet. “I blamed you.”

“Good,” she replied.

Kylo disappeared, looking sadder than ever.

…

I am one with the Force, the Force is with me.

The ancient Jedi library in the Temple on Coruscant was not entirely destroyed by Emperor Palpatine; ever the pragmatist, though he disdained Jedi teachings, he realized the value of such an archive, as well as its utility as bait to trap any Jedi who may have survived the purge.

Ben Solo went there once, with his uncle Luke. It was a sad, desolate place since the fall of the Empire; the New Republic guarded the site, but since Coruscant was no longer the galactic capital, its priorities laid elsewhere, and it was not as well preserved as it should have been.

Kylo Ren knew it would hold the answer to his question, however, and to appear with the support of the citizenry, to do homage to the ways of old on Coruscant would do much for the First Order’s propaganda machine. He hated politics, but his mother taught him well. He hated to admit it, but Hux’s pompous, bombastic speeches served their purpose. He too could play his part for the Order’s greater good. And so he met with Coruscanti officials, appeared in public, all while hearing the Temple’s siren call. It was a temptation, a lure of the Light, but he would do what needed to be done.

It was in the dark of the night, a night that could never truly be dark with Coruscant’s trillion lights, that Kylo Ren howled with rage and would have destroyed the entire chamber in which he was sitting if only his scholar’s heart would have allowed him to do so. The text he was reading was nearly four thousand years old and irreplaceable.

Snoke had lied, as he always had.

He had not created the bond between Rey and Kylo.

They were soulmates, as Revan and Bastila Shan had been before them.

Kylo Ren stalked the halls of the former Jedi Temple, the plundered Imperial Palace, the empty home of the Force, crying for the love he could never have, for the boy he had been, for the galaxy that was as broken as his soul.

…

Rey awoke once more with a hollow stomach and cheeks, aching all over. She could feel profound anguish in the Force, and she couldn’t help but wonder what on earth could have happened to make a man who killed his father and his master and abandoned his family for galactic dominance so profoundly sad.

She sat down in her small room and realized again that she and her soulmate were not so different after all.

She ate breakfast slowly, carefully, sipping on some Gatalentan tea and spent the morning meditating and training. She felt the ghost of a sparring partner dancing with her in the training room, matching her blow for blow, aggressive, tenacious, and powerful. Her equal in the dark and the light, her counterpart, at once her strongest enemy and closest friend, the one who knew her secrets. She knew his body as intimately as she knew her own, his mind was open to hers, he was her soulmate and she was his and they were one, just as they were in Snoke’s throne room.

The Force flowed through them, buoying them despite their exhaustion. They drew on its depth and on each other, swinging their blades ever more gracefully, ever more intensely, testing each other, learning from each other as they had twice before.

It was a song, a dance they both knew all too well. He would strike there, and she would strike there. Their hearts, their breathing, their movements perfectly in sync, complementing each other even as they fought for dominance.

Rey was the predator, and Ben Solo her prey. Here, she saw no hint of the darkness that followed him, no pretense or vanity. Here, he was hers, and hers alone.

…

Kylo Ren returned to the Finalizer without sleeping. After he left the Temple on Coruscant, he went hundreds of levels down to a seedy, dark cantina filled with various species and as many smoke hazes to match. The liquor certainly wasn’t top shelf, but it was cheap and burned the way he liked it. An Aqualish bounty hunter made the mistake of attempting to pick a fight with him after Kylo had downed a few drinks, and soon the cantina floor obtained a few more bloodstains and the proprietor obtained a few more credits.

Upon his return, he swept Hux and the other generals out of the way with the Force, and let loose in a training room until he was laying on the floor, drenched in sweat, his vision swimming. He was exhausted, but could not sleep; his body was too full of nervous energy, and his heart raced from his training. He looked up to see Rey also practicing her forms.

He joined her deadly dance, with her through the Force in the way he could not be physically. Their blades met over and over, casting purple lights on the floor and walls and deepening the shadowed hollows under their eyes.

She was as thin as ever, but looking better than she had the last time he saw her. Her fighting had certainly lost none of its intensity. She pursued him as she had on Starkiller, as she fought Snoke’s Praetorian guards. She was an angel of death and destruction, and he had never seen something so beautiful, so perfect, so deadly, in all his life.

The ancient Alderaanian poets could not compare with Rey of Jakku whirling his grandfather’s rebuilt saber in the darkness of a decrepit Resistance base in the middle of nowhere, across the galaxy from him.

He swung low, towards her waist, and she parried his blow, spinning away from him.

They stood, breathing heavily, looking at each other, not saying a word.

Rey faded away from him, and Kylo Ren sat up on his training mat, covered in sweat.

…

That night, Rey was able to eat a manageable amount at dinner, and kept it all down. She felt refreshed after stretching and showering before bed, and slept the whole night through, dreaming of the island, the porgs cooing to her and the scent of saltwater.

She dreamt of a lover’s kiss, of a gentle hand undoing her buns. She felt desire curling her toes and pooling in her core, of a body entwined with hers, a heart beating with hers, lungs breathing with hers.

She awoke feeling relaxed and at peace for the first time since Ahch-To.

…

Kylo Ren hadn’t slept a whole night through since he was a child, if ever.

That night he collapsed in his bed almost immediately after stepping out of the refresher, feeling exhausted from the day’s events and those of the day prior.

He dreamt of Rey, at peace on her island, reading ancient Jedi texts. He dreamt he was writing Alderaanian poetry once more, reciting it to her and his mother. He taught her the ancient braiding art, plaiting her hair in honor of her Force sensitivity and to show that she was the partner to the heir to the throne.

He awoke the next morning, and ordered his ship readied.

He had never been to New Alderaan. He wasn’t sure how to get to Rey’s island, if she would ever share that information with him. She was still in the middle of nowhere with the Resistance; his nightly dreamscape visits to her had not revealed their location. But he was sure that the mountains and balmy blue skies of what should have been his homeworld would help him obtain the peace he sought, even without her by his side.

He thought Rey would like it there, if she ever chose to visit.

She would find him again; she always would. She was not yet ready to accept his offer from the Supremacy, and he had to find his own peace. They had accepted their truth with their last duel, and he had no doubt the Force wasn’t yet done with them.

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madrut16 · 6 years

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BB Rewrite: Chapter 3 - The Library

Author’s Note: Hello! I’m back to feed your Bloodbound withdrawals with the next chapter of my rewrite. This was a fun one to recreate even with the snake Jameson in it. The next few after this probably won’t be out for a few weeks because I want to write all of my additional chapters that aren’t part of the original story all at once and I’m also going on vacation on Wednesday where I won’t be able to use my phone a lot so...hopefully this will do for now. Thank you again for all of the likes and comments on the last one and for the slew of asks I’ve gotten recently, it’s been really fun! If you have anything Choices related you want to ask me or if you want to get to know the person behind the keyboard feel free to shoot me something. If you want to listen to what music inspires me to write these, I have a giant, 100+ song Bloodbound playlist on Spotify so, you can check that out if you want. My user is madrut16 so you should be able to find it.

Also, I know that these are super long and it’s annoying w/o the read mores. I’ve tried to put it on there but it doesn’t show up on mobile, probably because it’s too long/too many text box things. So, sorry about that! I’m not doing it on purpose I swear.

Disclaimer: Any characters/storylines not explicitly stated as being original belongs to Pixelberry Studios.

Pairing: AdrianxMC

Summary: Isabel deals with a feral attack in Central Park and makes an important and risky decision that will affect her life forever before cheering up her friend with another wild night out.

Tagged: @starshipppromise, @endlesshero1122

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Isabel and Adrian stood in Central Park when they saw a woman being attacked by a hideous creature. After she yelled at it, trying to get it off of the poor lady, it whipped around, and it’s red eyes stared straight at her.

"HhhhHHHHHhhhhh!"

Eyes wide in fright, Isabel exclaimed, "Oh my god! Is that...what is that?"

Adrian ordered loudly, "A Feral! Get back!"

"HsSSSsKkkrrRRr!" it growled.

Just like that, she was terrified again. "Adrian, we need to help that woman!" she begged, grabbing his arm. She knew in the back of her mind that it could very well put them in danger. She just couldn't let that poor woman suffer if she could help it. "Come on, we have to save her from that thing!"

Surprisingly, he didn’t completely shoot her idea down.

"We might be too late," he lamented.

That only made Isabel more determined. She figured that if she could keep its attention on them instead of the woman long enough they could find a way to get rid of it. However, she knew that it would likely put her in its crosshairs, but that was a risk she was willing take. She’d rather get injured herself rather than living with the guilt if she simply watched it kill the woman.

Impulisvely, she ran forward and yelled, “Leave her ALONE!”

“Isabel, no!” Adrian exclaimed, but he couldn’t pull her back in time as her strategy worked.

The Feral growled, low and guttural, as it released its grip on the woman and headed toward them at top speed. The one thing she hadn’t counted on was its ability to travel fast.

"RRrrrrRRRRRrr!"

"Ahhhh!" Isabel screamed, as the creature moved with an impossible speed, bounding across the park before it drove her into the ground. The pavement knocked the wind out of her and coughing, she gasped, "Adrian!"

"Isabel!" he exclaimed as the creature hunched over her, it's breath rank, its maw wide.

She used all of her strength to keep it from getting close to her neck and chest but, she knew it would run out quickly.

"GraAaaAwWwww..."

Adrian grabbed it by the neck and jerked it off of her. "Get off her!" The Feral turned on Adrian, slamming him down on the ground. It's strength was surreal and it snarled as it attacked him with rage. "Isabel! Grab a weapon!"

Catching her breath, she looked around for something, anything. She wondered if since it sort of resembled a vampire, that it could be killed like one.

(I need a stake of some sort.)

Seeing a branch she grabbed instinctively. "Here!" She tossed the branch to Adrian and his hand shot out to catch it.

Quickly, he drove it into the Feral's chest, impaling it deeply with the jagged point of the branch. "Die!"

"HhhhhhHHHHHHhhhhh!" It jerked back with a hideous screech. It's skin cracked, stiffened, and turned a pallid gray. "HhhHHHHhhhh..."

It's entire body disintegrated into crumbling ash, leaving behind nothing but silence. The only thing Isabel could hear was the beating of her racing heart. She stared at the pile of ash in shock as Adrian leapt to his feet and rushed over to her side.

"Are you okay?" he asked, a concerned look on his face.

She nodded with a similar expression. "Yes...are you?"

"Yes..." he replied, deep in thought. Then he enfolded her into his arms and pulled her in close. “Don’t do that again.”

Normally, she would have protested,but, given the circumstance, she didn't think he’d care too much. She was just glad to be alive. With her chest against his, she could feel the rapid beating of his heart.

As her shock began to dissipate, the reality of what just occurred hit her. Her lip trembled as she stuttered, "I know, I was stupid. I just couldn’t let it kill her. God, I... that..."

"You're okay. You're fine. You're alive," he murmured reassuringly.

She felt herself calming down, one breath at a time. "Thank you...for what you did."

He nodded, before hurrying over to the injured woman, who was still lying on the park bench. He felt for a pulse. "She's alive and breathing, just unconscious. She'll be okay," he sighed in relief.

"Thank god," Isabel said, managing a smile. "We should call 9-1-1."

"Yes." He made no move to pull out his phone.

Realizing the situation, she asked, "Do you...want me to call?"

Adrian affirmed, "It's probably best if it came from you."

She dialed the number on her phone. "Yes, we need paramedics in Central Park, on the path near the Bandshell...This woman was attacked by..." she paused and looked at Adrian, silently wondering what to say. He shook his head, indicating not to mention anything further. "She was attacked. Thank you."

She hung up and turned to Adrian. "So...what the hell was that?"

He sighed. "I know this is not what you signed up for. I suppose I owe you a bit more information," he told her. "That was a Feral."

"Yeah, I got that," she responded. "But what are they? Are they vampires?"

After a second he answered, "In a sense."

"What does that mean?" Her eyebrows knit in confusion.

Adrian explained, "The process of Turning a person into a vampire is fraught with risk. If it goes wrong, they become a Feral instead."

"And you have no control over that?" she inquired.

"We have some," he countered. "If the vampire is welcomed as part of a Clan, they'll get a brand. That brand protects them from becoming Feral."

Isabel frowned. "And if they're not part of a Clan?" She had a feeling she knew where this was going.

He answered sadly. "Then they're Clanless. And they could turn Feral at any moment."

"Back up a sec. What's this about a brand?" she wondered, head spinning as she took in all of this information.

Adrian pulled up is sleeve and showed her an elaborate insignia burned into his forearm. It's infused with the blood of my maker. It forges a personal connection that keeps my consciousness tethered to my body. It keeps me from becoming one of them."

Sighing, he added, "Ferals are as dangerous as hey are pitiable. Mindless. Soulless. Driven only by a desire to feed and kill." He suddenly scowled. "And they're not just dangerous to humans either. Their bites are infectious to my kind as well. If that thing had gotten me..."

Isabel's eyes widened. "You'd have turned into one too."

"And you'd already be dead," he finished.

Everything was starting to make sense now. "The attacks all over the city...the ones in the news..." she whispered. Adrian nodded. "Why are they happening now? Where are all these Ferals coming from?"

He answered bitterly, "I don't know for certain. Turning new humans into vampires without the approval of the Council is strictly forbidden by the Pact. Clan leaders may only create a new vampire if it's replacing a vampire that has been killed...and only with the vote of the Council." Shaking his head he grumbled, "But someone has ben betraying the Pact. Creating Clanless vampires that turn Feral. Putting us all at risk."

Isabel's eyebrows rose. "Wow...do you know who?"

"I have some suspicions, though I don't know for sure. But what I do know is...when you're dealing with Clan leaders... You must be absolutely sure before making accusations."

She recited a quote, "'You come at the King, you best not miss.'"

"Exactly."

They heard sirens and saw the flashing lights of an ambulance approaching on the roadway alongside the path.

"Oh good, here they come," she said with relief. She started waving them down but Adrian put a hand on her shoulder.

(Oh, right.)

He prompted, "We must go."

She understood, but she wanted to know that the woman was getting help. "I just want to be sure they find her and that she's okay."

He gave her a brief, sympathetic smile before saying, "It's important that I keep a low profile."

"For business reasons?" she questioned. "Personal?"

"Both," he replied. "Besides, we need to get you to your debriefing."

As the ambulance pulled over and the paramedics jumped out Adrian took her by the arm and they both slipped away into the darkness. He led her to the other side of the park, and toward the elegant façade of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Isabel gazed up in wonder at its impressive façade, the wide steps led up to the arched entrances.

"This is my favorite museum," she exclaimed. She liked art and history museums in general, in fact she could live in one if she had the chance. However, there was something about the MET that filled her with wonder. "But it should be closed at this hour."

Adrian let out a scoff. "Not to us." He led her around to an unobtrusive side entrance with a numeric keypad.

With a smirk she asked, "What're we doing, checking out the mummies at 3am?"

"Not exactly," he replied elusively. His hand hesitated near the keypad's buttons. "Do you mind?" He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her look away before he pushed a button.

Getting the hint, she said, "Oh, of course..."

(I should look away.)

As much as she wanted to sneak a peak, she didn't want to risk anything.

He shot her a sympathetic look. "Apologies, it's a private entrance."

She heard him pushing several buttons in a pattern. The door swung open with a metallic hiss, and they stepped into a part of the museum she had never seen before. Together they strolled through the shelves, her eyes fascinated by the dusty books and artifacts.

(I think I'm in love!)

"Huh...What are these? What is this place?" she wondered in amazement.

Adrian answered, "This is the Musea Sanguis."

Isabel was becoming more and more intrigued. "Which is...what?"

"The place where the true history of the world is kept," he explained.

Her jaw dropped instantly, as a thrill ran through her. "You're joking."

He shook his head, a little amused at her excitement.

"That's...amazing," she marveled.

They rounded a corner to find an aristocratic gentleman in 18th century garb, eyeing her curiously.

With a smile, Adrian introduced them. "Isabel, I'd like to introduce you to Scholar Jameson. He is the keeper of the library."

The man said, "Thoroughly pleased to meet you, Madam." Scholar Jameson was soft-spoken and formal. He extended a hand to her.

"Uh..."

(Oh! 1700s...he probably wants you to curtsey.)

She dipped, holding the skirt of her dress, causing Adrian to chuckle.

(Is he...making fun of me?)

She shook the thought.

Jameson commented, "An acquaintance of Adrian's is always welcome here."

"So, uh...what kind of collection do you have down here?" she wondered curiously.

He twiddled his fingers together and rocked back on his heels, amused. "We specialize, I suppose you could say, on the bloodier aspects of history."

She quickly caught on. "Like...vampire history?"

"Not exclusively, no, simply a more complete history. I suppose I can share some highlights...?" He looked to Adrian, who nodded. "For instance, we possess the actual guillotine blade that was used to execute Marie Antoinette!"

Her eyes widened. "Really? Wait, she wasn't a..."

"Oh no no, my dear!" he exclaimed. "But the blade was owned and deeply loved by a well-known vampire until his untimely end a few years ago."

Clearing his throat, Adrian announced, "Ahem. Scholar, I apologize for coming here on such short notice..."

"Urgent matters can't be scheduled conveniently," the man said. "I presume you have come in need of a debriefing?"

"Indeed," Adrian told him.

Isabel started to get worried, wondering what that could possibly mean.

The man nodded at once. "All right then."

Suddenly, Scholar Jameson put his hands on either side of her head, pressing his long, elegant fingers against her temples.

"Um," she blurted out, her mind racing. What would he possibly want to do to her head?"

He gave her a reassuring look. "No need to fear, young lady. It's a simple process."

Adrian wore a similar expression. "He's the best, and it's very quick. You won't feel anything."

(What?)

Her mind refused to quiet, in fact it went into hyper speed. "Feel...what do you mean? What is he doing?" she demanded.

Jameson quickly elaborated, "Debriefing is a psychic art I mastered in the course of my travels. It requires tremendous focus and discipline, which, I'm afraid, few of our kind have."

(Psychic? As in...mind?)

Suddenly, it hit her like a ton of bricks. She knew exactly what was happening.

"Wait a minute, are you...erasing my memories?" she exclaimed in horror.

The man smiled. "Well. Perceptive, aren't you? I can see why Adrian chose you."

"Mmmm," Adrian murmured, as if to confirm her suspicions.

(What the hell?!)

Suddenly, Isabel became furious. She jerked away from Scholar Jameson's hands.

"Adrian...You need to explain!" she insisted, glaring at him.

Remaining calm, he told her, "You know my secret, Isabel. All of our secrets. We can't just let you continue on knowing what you know." A conflicted look appeared on his face. "It's not just about protecting my people. It's about protecting you."

This only proceeded to anger her further. "So this whole night, everything you've shared with me, you knew it was only temporary?!" She ranted loudly. Her eyes filled with utter disappointment. "Why did you even bother taking me with you?"

"Mortality is only temporary," he described. "One day, there will be nothing left of you but dust and bone. But you will still have lived your life. And the act of living is what matters."

"I don't...it's not that simple--"

At this point, he was almost pleading. "Believe me, Isabel. My world is dangerous and terrifying, What you have been through tonight is just the tip of the iceberg. What I'm offering you is the chance to go back to the life you live before...safe, secure, free."

(Chance? So it’s not mandatory?)

"Do you consent?" he asked.

“Wait, do I actually have a choice? Or is that just a trick question.”

After a minute Adrian said, “...Technically, yes.”

She thought about it for a moment. Everything that had happened since the job interview. As much as she knew that it was probably wise to just say yes and give in. Deep down though, she didn't want to. If she had to be honest, for the most part, she enjoyed what happened that night. In fact, she wouldn't trade what occurred for anything. Even the bad and scary parts.

She wasn't ready to admit it until then but she had been feeling stuck for a while that she was stuck. She wasn't living for herself, but for other people: her parents, past bosses, Derek. Suddenly overnight her world had been flipped upside down and with it she saw the opportunity to take control staring right at her. Something inside told her that the purpose she'd been searching for since day one in New York was right in front of her. To do what she wanted, what she felt was worthy of fighting for. To live each day as if it were her last. It was now or never, time to carpe diem.

Having made up her mind, she took a deep breath and said something she hadn’t in a long time. “No.”

"I'm sorry?" Adrian stammered in disbelief.

"No," she repeated, this time more forcefully. "I won't do it. This night...the scary parts, the wild parts, everything...has made me feel the most alive I think I've ever felt." Looking at him, she smiled and she knew that whatever the outcome, she had made the right decision. "Your world, your kind...I'm excited to be part of it. I promise you can trust me, I’Il protect your secret. I want to stay and I want to be your assistant...your real assistant."

He raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Aren't you afraid?"

She thought about it for a minute. "Am I afraid? No," she answered truthfully. In the beginning she was terrified. And she knew that she would be in the future plenty of times. But, she knew that it would be worth it. "I'm exhilarated, excited, maybe even nervous, but I'm not scared. I feel like my eyes are open to what's really happening in this city...in this world...and I want to learn more," she explained enthusiastically.

"More importantly, I want to help you figure out what's happening with the Ferals and to do something to stop these attacks. To save more people like the woman we saved tonight." She paused before pleading, "I meant what I told you at dinner. I want to make a better world...for both your kind and mine. So let me do it."

Adrian cocked his head to the side, taking her in. His eyes seemed to see right through her. Finally he said with a sigh,"Okay."

Jameson turned to him, shocked. "Really?"

"Really," he reiterated. "You can keep your knowledge. No one's ever chosen not to get debriefed before."

Scholar Jameson shook his head, regretfully. "I fear this won't end well old friend..." he warned.

"We can always debrief her if she decides she wants it at a later date," Adrian told him. "But I believe it's worth giving her a chance."

Isabel couldn't believe that he agreed. "I won't let you down!" she assured him.

"Well, Scholar Jameson, thank you for your help. I will see you soon," he told the other man.

He broke out a smile. "It was a pleasure, as always."

A little disappointed, Isabel asked, "We're leaving already? But this place is amazing. I'm sure it's full of secrets waiting to be discovered."

Adrian glanced at his watch, then looked up at her with a smile. "I could give you a quick tour before the sun rises," he suggested. "...and I wouldn't say no to getting to know you a bit better...professionally of course."

Isabel didn't need much time to decide. "Explore the library? Let's go!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I'm not ready for tonight to be over."

"You're not tired?" he asked her, surprised. As if he didn’t expect her to say yes.

"I'm running on pure adrenaline," she scoffed in response. "I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to."

He chuckled in amusement. "Then we should get moving, before it wears off." He offered her his arm. She took it after a moment, and the two of them strolled deeper into the library.

"I will warn you, I'm a bit of a history nerd. In fact, I took so many classes in college that I ended up with a minor in it so...I may squeal like a little kid at any moment," she told him.

Adrian raised an eyebrow. "Now that I definitely have to see. Let's see what I can do."

She followed him down an aisle and stopped in front of a display case which housed a long, silver sword.

Isabel's eyes brightened in amazement. "Oooh, this looks cool. What is it?" she asked.

"The sword of Attila the Hun," he explained.

Her mouth fell open as she peered through the glass and admired the sword's jewel-encrusted hilt. "It's beautiful."

Adrian smiled. "Indeed. There are some who believed it gave Attila godly powers, but it's just an ordinary sword."

"Was Attila a vampire then?" she wondered, trying to figure out how it related.

He shrugged. "We're not sure, but it seems fairly likely that he was some kind of supernatural entity."

She looked at him in shock. "Wait a second. Are you saying there's other...creatures out there? It's not just vampires?"

Elusively, he replied, "There's no limit to what you'll find when you go looking in the shadows." He gestured to a case behind her. Inside, there was a furry claw, vaguely human in shape, with huge talons for nails.

"...Werewolf?" she inquired, looking at it curiously.

"Probably," Adrian told her, giving her a playful wink before continuing down the aisle.

She stumbled after him. "That's wild...How do you know so much about this stuff?" she asked.

"I studied it for decades," he answered, giving her a smirk. "I can tell you about anything in this library."

Raising an eyebrow at him, Isabel took a quick look around. "Anything, huh? How about we put that to the test." Suddenly, she grinned slowly, smugly. "Tell me about...me," she demanded.

"You?" he replied, his eyes going round. She'd obviously caught him off guard, which was her desired effect.

She snickered, "You said anything in the library, didn't you?" Her eyes sparkled.

Adrian shook his head but his lips turned up into a smile. "You continue to surprise me. Alright, let's see..." He met her eyes, and they stared at each other for a moment. "You're fierce and compassionate...and far braver than I ever expected."

Isabel felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she averted her gaze. How was he doing to her what Derek hadn't been able to in months? She rolled her eyes. "Flatterer."

"I'm just telling you what I know," he replied.

(And being very distracting!)

It hadn't even been a month since she and her former boyfriend, Derek, and she had promised herself that she would remain single for a while. Her relationships were always long-term and she'd gone from one to the other since high school, with only a couple months in between. In addition, Derek had also been another intern, in a different department (which is why they were allowed to date) and she didn't want a repeat of that.

Sighing, she pushed it out of her mind, not wanting it to ruin the few moments of the night she had left. There was another thought nagging her though. One that she could bring up.

They turned down the next aisle, which was lined with bookshelves, and she cleared her throat. "So earlier...you said that no one ever chose to keep their memories...But what about Nicole and the people in Priya's club?"

After a second of thought, Adrian told her, "Those are people we've chosen to bring it. Who we've eased into the truth of your world." He frowned. "Most people who find out the way you did panic when they find out the truth. I've see it plenty of times. They welcome the release of forgetting. Beg for it even."

She hadn't seen it any other way, but now it made a lot of sense. "Is that what happened to your last assistant?" she wondered.

Adrian stopped walking, and she turned to face him. He glanced at her and sighed before looking away again. "No. Not exactly," he replied, glumly. Sadness clouded his features. "One of my rival tech companies bribed her to break into the Raines Corporation labs and steal some samples for them. She stole a high-level clearance keycard and broke into the Black-9 facility. She had no idea what my scientists were working on in there."

Isabel was stunned. "What were they doing there?" She didn't expect him to tell her.

But, she was surprised when after hesitating for a moment, he explained it to her in detail. "For some time, I've been studying Ferals. In the hope that perhaps I might find a cure." His face darkened and his brows furrowed. "The Black-9 facility is where I kept my test subjects."

"Oh..." Isabel uttered, as a sad recognition dawned on her face.

Confirming her suspicions, he told her, "One broke free. Attacked her. She was saved but...deeply traumatized. Debriefing her was a mercy." He fell silent and the two of them started walking again.

Stealing a glance, she dared ask, "Adrian...why'd you let me keep my memories?"

He answered immediately. "I could tell you were different right from the moment I met you."

With a smile, she said, "That's why you hired me."

His grin gave it away. "Indeed...but tonight, you exceeded all my expectations."

"First day on the job, and I've already impressed the boss," she beamed.

"You saw things that would have sent most people running but you didn't. That would have been reason enough to give you a chance," he told her.

Her brows rose. "Is there another reason?" she asked.

Adrian paused, and she looked over at him curiously. He met her eyes and smiled. "I suppose...I also wasn't quite ready to say goodbye to you."

"Lucky me," she replied, diverting her gaze for a second as her stomach did a flip which surprised her.

(Damn it. Why do I keep feeling this way?)

As they turned down another aisle, she caught sight of a strange looking sarcophagus, and a feeling of unease settled in her gut. As though in a trance, she took a few steps towards it. Then, Adrian stopped her, with a heavy hand on her shoulder.

"...Huh?" she stammered, snapping out of it to look at him bewildered. She came back to herself with a shake of her head.

She watched as he stared at the sarcophagus, jaw clenched.

"What is that thing?" she murmured, eyes wide.

A look of pain flashed across his face, briefly, before he tore his gaze away. With a sigh, he said, "That...is none of our concern."

He turned away sharply and for a moment they walked in silence. His expression didn't go away, which worried her slightly.

"Is everything okay, Adrian?" she inquired.

He met her gaze. "Oh... Yes, I'm fine. I was just...reminiscing about the past. I suppose I'm still not quite used to the idea of having someone to share my thoughts with."

She gave him a reassuring smile. "Adrian...I want to be here for you...as a friend. I know we haven't known each other for very long but...I really feel like we have a connection."

"It's only been a day," he countered. "You might not decide to stick around..."

(Does that mean he wants me to?)

She smirked. "And weren't you the one who said that everything is temporary?" she questioned, an eyebrow raised.

Adrian opened his mouth to retort, then shut it and looked away. "Yes, I suppose I did..."

"Well, I'm here for you now. That's what matters."

He looked down at his watch and sighed. "We should probably get going. It's almost morning."

(Daylight.)

"Thanks for showing me around," she said.

He gave her a warm smile. "It was my pleasure." He offered her his arm with a smile before leading her out of the library.

They stepped out of the museum's side entrance to quiet streets, birds chirped, an occasional taxi sped by. A rare occurrence for New York. The sun was just about to peek over the city and the sky glowed with the breaking dawn.

Wistfully, Adrian sighed, "Dawn already."

Isabel fought back a yawn. "I can't believe I was up all night! Though I guess you're used to that."

"I am. And now I must go rest. Recover. And consider tonight's events," he told her.

Making eye contact she stammered, "Okay...?" The departure felt...sudden.

"Take care of yourself, Isabel," he said. "Have a good weekend."

"Oh...all right." She watched him glance at the horizon and wince at the light. Delicately, she inquired, "Do you...wish you could stay?"

Adrian paused, thinking. He smiled, bittersweetly. "I wish we could go drink a cup of coffee in an outdoor café and feel the sun warming us from million miles away. I wish I could walk with you through the park on a sunny summer afternoon." His eyes momentarily dropped to the ground. "I wish I could, but I can't."

He took a deep breath, straightened himself up and shook his head. He put a hand on her shoulder, startling her. "Go get some rest. I'll see you at 8pm on Monday."

She gave him a grin. "I take it I'm on the night shift now?"

"Well...if you want to be my real assistant..." he said.

Who needed a normal sleep schedule. "I'll see you there." Even before she finished her sentence, he had whirled away and disappeared around the corner. She walked back to her apartment, head filled with the memories of the last several hours.

Back at home, she crawled into bed and crashed, hard. Hours later, the sound of a videogame penetrated her brain, waking her up.

(Ugh...so...loud.)

She turned onto her back and her eyes adjusted to the lack of light.

(Why is it dark? What time is it?)

Looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand she gasped.

(9:30pm? I slept all day! Whoops...)

She checked her phone on the table to see it full of messages from Alyssa, wondering where she was and why she wasn't responding. Groaning, she sent her another apology, explaining vaguely that she had been busy. Luckily, she didn’t hold it against her.

She changed out of the dress that she'd had on into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt ad walked out to see Lily on the couch. She was killing zombies loudly on the TV and drinking wine straight from the bottle.

"Oh, I've got you now..." the purple-haired gamer growled.

Instantly, Isabel became concerned. "Uh, Lil?" she asked.

Her friend didn't look up, and instead just kept aggressively shooting zombies. It was bloody.

"Boom! Headshot!"

(Oh no. This can't be good.)

Taking a deep breath, Isabel shouted, "Hey! Is there a reason you need to play with the volume all the way up?"

Seeing her, Lily paused the game, taking a swig of the wine before offering it to her morosely.

"Sorry," she apologized. "Blowing off their heads in surround sound makes me feel less unfathomably depressed somehow..."

Isabel's eyebrows knit in concern. Going into the kitchen for a cup of coffee she asked, "Uh oh... Trouble on the Melanie front?"

"There is no Melanie front, not anymore," her friend grumbled. "She broke up with me to get back together with her stupid ex."

Isabel quickly ran back to the couch where she sat down and gave Lily a hug. She buried her head into her shoulder and gave a little sniffle.

"Sorry I'm such a mess," she apologized.

Shaking her head, Isabel replied, "Don't be sorry...that really sucks."

"Yeah. Killing zombies is a good distraction, but I feel like a dam about to explode any second." Lily sighed deeply. "I know Melanie was kind of a jerk in the end but...I really liked her. She got me. It's not every day you meet someone who can appreciate a good Zutara reference."

Isabel gave her a sympathetic smile. "I know."

Lily sniffed. "God, look at me. Throwing myself a total pity party. I promise I'll be way less of a mopey mump tomorrow."

Suddenly, Isabel had an idea. Even though she had just spent all last night out, she knew that her friend needed to be cheered up. And a little night on the town was the best way she knew how. "Hey Lily, I’ve got an idea...let’s go out!”

Her friend shrugged. "I don't know..."

"Come on! It'll be great. We'll hit the club with Alyssa...have some drinks...make out with attractive strangers," she pleaded, wiggling an eyebrow suggestively. "Put photos online and make sure Melanie and Derek see them."

Lily brightened. "How would I ever say no to that?"

"Exactly! You can't!"

"All right, let's do it!" her best friend exclaimed. "...After I beat this mission."

Isabel rolled her eyes at her friend, but couldn't help smile. She used that time to change into a club-worthy outfit. After multiple outfit changes she settled on a short, glittery silver dress that showed all of her best assets off without being too risqué. She also texted Alyssa the plan who quickly got on board even though she didn’t like clubbing as much as they did.

An hour later, they were working out their feelings on the dance floor. The music was pumping, they were dancing, and she almost completely forgot about her adventures from the night before.

"Wooooooo!" she exclaimed, glad to let off the stress and lingering feelings about her break up. Sometimes, as much as she believed in being selfish and taking care of your own needs sometimes, she often didn't take her own advice.

"Hell yeah!" Lily shouted.

This was heavily needed for all of them.

Feeling herself start to get sore from dancing, she asked, "Should we take a break and get a drink?"

They didn't need much convincing. They walked, happy and sweaty, over to the bar and tried to get the bartender's attention.

"Hey, excuse me...?" Alyssa asked politely. However, her voice didn't carry and the female bartender didn't hear, helping someone else instead.

A male bartender walked by and this time, Isabel tried. "Hello, excuse me!" He also kept walking.

With an impatient look, Lily questioned, "Izzy, Lys, do you really want something to drink?"

"Yeah..." Isabel replied.

A sly smile appeared on their friend's face. "Cause you're not acting like you do," she commented before putting her fingers in her mouth, producing a loud whistle. Everyone at the bar turned and stared at her. "Barkeep! Can we get some refreshments or what?"

The male bartender drifted over, giving them major attitude. Turning to Isabel and Alyssa, she said, "We'd like...I dunno, what do you want?"

Isabel thought for a moment before exclaiming, "Three fancy cocktails!" She squinted, reading the menu behind the bar. With a charismatic grin, she said, "I'll have the Watermelon Waterfall."

Following her lead, Lily added, "And I'll get the Khaleesi Kooler!"

“Um, and I’ll have the Pineapple Mango Rum Punch?” Alyssa said timidly.

The bartender rolled his eyes and made them three absurdly complicated, colorful drinks with little umbrellas.

The gamer stated, "I've always said, the best drinks are the ones that look like you smushed a rainbow unicorn into a cocktail glass. Just plain ridiculous."

Smiling to herself, Isabel replied, "Ridiculous is exactly what I was going for. This has been a ridiculous 24 hours." She dropped some cash on the bar. The bartender snatched it up and made a face at the small tip before disappearing. Her eyes widened, knowing how little they made from bartending for a couple summers during college and also at night while doing her internship. "That's all the cash I have! Sorry!"

Lily scoffed. "Don't be sorry!" she grumbled. "He gave us so much attitude."

Isabel shrugged.

"Who knows, maybe he just had a bad breakup?" Alyssa suggested.

Her friend's face suddenly collapsed and she instantly wished she hadn't said it. "Why you gotta mention breakups? Ugh, now I feel bad." She pulled out a few crumpled dollar bills and left them on the bar. "It's no fun being mean when you make me feel guilty about it."

"You're not really mean, you just pretend," the journalist pointed out with a smile.

"Shhh, don't tell."

Isabel raised her glass, trying to cheer her up. "Let's have a toast! Here's to horrible exes!" she cheered. "Because today's terrible breakup is tomorrow's hilarious anecdote!"

"Yes! I'll drink to that!" Lily yelled, taking a good sip. Suddenly, she theorized," Ohmygod...I just realized...could our horrible exes be...our supervillain origin stories? Maybe this is the moment I become Evil Lily!"

Laughing, Isabel asked,"...How much wine did you have at home?"

Waving a finger, her best friend replied, "I plead the fifth, your honor."

She shook her head.

"Okay...We are not drinking any more after this." Alyssa told them.

"No more," Lily agreed with a slow nod.

"Last drink." Isabel said.

The gamer repeated her statement, almost as if they were trying to convince themselves still. "Last drink."

However, that is definitely what they did not do. Three drinks later...they had taken over a booth in the back of the club. The table was covered with empty glasses and half-eaten appetizers.

In drunken amazement, Isabel gasped, "You did not tell me that Melanie had webbed toes!"

"I could've sworn I did..." her friend trailed off before frowning. "They were so cute...like little duckie feet..."

Alyssa raised an eyebrow, not picking up on the change in attitude. "I don't know, it's kinda weird..."

"But I like weird," Lily murmured. "And I think you do too..."

Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

She smiled. "You guys like me, right?"

Isabel rolled her eyes. "Of course, but you're not a weirdo," she told her.

Lily snorted before arguing, "Oh really? Try being a nerdy, bi black girl growing up in rural Wisconsin... I was Weirdo City."

"Aww, I'm just imagining little nerdy middle school Lily...adorable." Alyssa squealed.

Her friend laughed dryly before her expression darkened. "Not so much. Like, I tried to be normal, I tried wearing what everyone else wore, I tried gossiping about boy bands...but it just felt like a bad-fitting jacket."

"Really? Because you seem so comfortable just being who you are now," she replied a little surprised. She felt like she'd gotten to know her friend really well but, turns out there was more to learn. "When did you become...you?"

Isabel already knew this and answered for her. "Senior prom, right?”

"What?" Alyssa asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, I can’t believe you remembered,” Lily confirmed. “Nobody asked me to go, and I was like, I can sit at home and feel bad for myself, or I can be who I am and go...It wasn't like I could get any lonelier than I already was, so I just thought, screw it." Lily smiled as she retold the memory. "I put rainbow braids in my hair, and I put on combat boots, and I went, And you know what?"

"What?" Alyssa wondered.

"I had an awesome time," her friend replied. "And it was the first time I told anyone I was mostly into girls..."

Alyssa became slightly confused. "Huh, 'Mostly?'"

"I mean, there's definitely dudes I think are hot. And I've had fun fooling around with them. It's just, when it comes to who I'm really into, who I actually want to do the whole relationship thing with...it's pretty much always a girl." Lily frowned once more. "Like Melanie."

Raising an eyebrow, Isabel lectured, "Whoa there! No sad ex talk! We're having fun, remember?"

"Right. Of course. How could I forget? Thanks so much for being here for me, Isabel. I love you.”

"Aw, Lil, I love you." she replied.

“And you’re pretty cool too Alyssa. We definitely need to do this more often.”

“Oh, thanks,” she replied before pulling her friends in for an embrace. "Melanie's an idiot. You're gonna find someone way awesomer. I know you will..." They held her for a while.

Finally, Lily said, "You're the best, thank you. I needed that." She sniffled, then took a deep breath, and jumped onto her feet. "More dancing?" she suggested.

Isabel nodded. Lily grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor with Alyssa following suit

They went back to the floor where they danced up a storm....It was joyous, raucous, celebratory. But none of them noticed, at the very edge of the dance floor, burning in the darkness a pair of glowing eyes that was staring at them.

To be continued....

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Restless

Poe Dameron x Reader

Word count: 3k

Author’s Note: This is literally the first of my writings that I’ve ever posted online so I just hope it’s at least kind of good

Summary: You have been having nightmares because of an event in the past, and with Poe gone things have only gotten worse.

Tagged: @letmeletmetrashyourlove

TIE fighters fly everywhere around , while you try to shake two off that are behind you. One more is suddenly coming right for you from the front. Thinking fast, you pull down. This causes the one from the front to run into one of the ships coming from behind. The other TIE dodges out of the way, but you finally have him off your tail.

You look at the explosion you just caused, then around at all the other X-wings in your squadron. Pieces of the TIE fighters fall to the planet just below as you see an X-wing get hit just beyond the fire and debris, causing more fire. You swing around, firing at the TIE that just took out your friend, and send them down too.

The comms are going crazy with your commander yelling orders. Your squadron answers back, saying we need more help. Commander Poe Dameron answers the call for help as black squadron flies in. You now had the TIEs outnumbers, but everyone knew there’d be more coming soon.

You smile and thank Commander Dameron over the comms as he takes out three TIE fighters in a row. You can hear his smirk over the comms as he responds with a “No problem at all.” You really did hate him sometimes.

Now with two squadrons in this fight you know you have a better chance of getting out and saving the data that was just stolen from the First Order. Your hopes are shot down as more and more TIE fighters come from the First Order hanger on the planet below.

You take out as many as you can, while also trying your best to help everyone else. Four X-wings have gone down, crashing into the planet with a fiery explosion. You look around for that orange and black ship you know so well. You’ve lost so many friends today, you can’t afford to lose him too. You spot him just as a TIE fighter locks on him and blows out his left wing. You watch him go down and you scream out his name. You can hear him trying to talk over the comms, but it comes through scrambled and it’s impossible to know what he’s saying.

Your commander is telling everyone it’s time to get out of there before we lose the data we have, but you can’t lose Poe. You take this single moment of not having any TIEs on you to follow Poe down to the planet. You had watched his X-wing slam into the ground, taking trees down with him. There was no explosion yet, so there was still hope that he had made it.

Landing in a clearing barely big enough for your X-wing, you jump to the ground. You tell your droid to stay put, and signal if there was any problem. Pausing for a moment, you look up at the sky you had just come from. You can see explosion after explosion. You just hope everyone you love would be alright. You see X-wings starting to pull back, and soon enough there’s just TIE fighters left in the sky. They head back to base as you head towards the smoke in the direction Poe’s ship landed.

As you run, you pay no mind to the forest around you, only the smoke coming from ahead. After what feels like years, you see the orange and black ship in your vision. You yell for Poe and BB-8. There’s no response from Poe, but you hear a whirr ahead, telling you that BB-8 is okay. You yell for BB-8 again and he rolls towards you beeping about Poe.

Looking towards the cockpit of the ship, you see Poe passed out, blood running down his face. You yell his name again as you climb up the ship. Shaking him, tears starting to run down your face, you hope and hope that he wakes up. You can see his chest rising and falling very slowly, so you know he’s still alive, even if just barely. You dab at the blood on his forehead with your sleeve to examine his wound. It wasn’t as bad as you had originally thought, but it would definitely need medical attention as soon as possible. Poe, in general, needed medical attention for everything as soon as possible.

Mustering all the strength you can, you drag Poe out of his ship. The smoke was getting darker, and you needed to get away before there was an explosion. BB-8 rolls next to Poe, making worried beeps. You promised him that everything would be okay as long as you made it back to your X-wing. There’s no breath left in your body after running all that way and hauling Poe to the ground. You know that you need to get away and back to your ship, but a small break couldn’t hurt, right?

You sit on the ground, looking at Poe, mumbling to him about how worried you were and you needed him to be alright, Your hand runs through his hair as you look at his face, his eyes closed and his lips slightly apart. Standing up, you try to figure out the best way to bring Poe back to your X-wing. Dragging him would take forever, and carrying him would wear you out more than you already were. You decided your best option would be to carry him as well as you could. The easiest way, you think, would be to sling one of his arms over your shoulder and hold onto him by his hip with his feet just dragging on the ground. This would be so much easier if he was even just slightly awake.

You have him up and ready to walk when you feel him start to move. His head moves to look at you, and his eyes blink open. You say his name in shock and pull him in for a real hug. Your name barely escapes his lips when you hear a noise from behind you, and suddenly you’re both thrown forward onto the ground, fire surrounding you.

You shoot up in bed, breath heavy and heart broken. You reach to the other side of the bed, knowing that no one would be there, but doing it anyway. You always missed him when he was away this long. Four months. Four months ago he had left on this mission. Three and a half month since the nightmares started every night. Two weeks since anyone had last heard from him.

The nightmares began six months ago, since the day you woke up in the medbay, Poe in the next bed over, burns on his and your bodies. The burns had since been treated, but there still remained a scar on his forehead from impact, and one starting on your right cheek going across your nose caused by shrapnel from the explosion.

The nightmares then didn’t happen as much as they do now. Then, they only happened once or twice a week, and you’d have Poe in bed right next to you to help calm you down when you woke up crying. It was always the same dream. Always of that same day. You had lost so many friends, and you almost lost Poe and yourself. It haunted you. You wished there was more you could’ve done.

Poe always told you there was nothing more that could be done, you risked your life to save him. What more could he ask for? But you knew that there was more you should’ve done to save everyone else. You could’ve been a better pilot, like him. You never told Poe that part. You always left him thinking that he was right. That saving him was the best you could’ve done, but you knew.

The dreams started to occur nightly once Poe left. It was his first mission since the accident, and you weren’t with him to save him if he went down. He wasn’t with you to save you from your thoughts. Your mind was torturing you. Your lack of sleep was affecting your work. Everyone could see it.

Jessika and Kaydel were the ones mostly worried about you. They asked you everyday how you were holding up and if you were getting enough sleep. You always lied to them and told them you were fine. They were your friends, yes, but you didn’t want anyone to see you breaking down this far.

You go to your quarters at night, just like everyone else. Unlike everyone else, you’d usually toss and turn, not wanting to actually fall asleep knowing what was coming. At some point, late into the night, you’d drift off for a few hours, just to be woken again, breathing heavy, covered in sweat, and on the verge of tears. You couldn’t keep this up. You needed Poe. But you needed to be strong.

Tonight was no different. You sat and stared at the spot Poe should be for a while before deciding to get up. You just needed some fresh air. Usually you’d end up in the dining hall, not actually eating, just drinking whatever they had available. You needed somewhere brightly lit to keep you awake. You’d sit and mull over everything, occasionally talking to people that you knew that were also still up at this hour. Tonight, however, you wanted to do something different.

As you’re on your way outside you walk past the hanger. You stop, looking in at where Poe’s X-wing should be waiting. It hadn’t been there for four months. You spot your own X-wing on the far side of the hanger and decide now is as good time as any to check if it needed repairs. The hanger was quiet, with only a few people milling about, so you’d at least be able to get work done.

As you reach your X-wing, you notice your droid there. Last you had seen it, it was still on it’s charging station in your quarters. That was before you fell asleep, and you hadn’t noticed it was gone when you left just now.

“What’re you doing, bud? I thought you were charging.” It beeps it’s reply, telling you it was checking for repairs, but hadn’t found any. How in the world had you two had the same idea? You brush it off as just pure luck.

You decide to climb in the cockpit anyway. It’s been months since you’d flown it. Months since you’ve had a mission. It seemed General Organa thought Poe healed faster than you. While this was true in the mental portion, Poe still had a slight limp from his accident, or at least he did when he left for his current mission. It wasn’t a noticeable limp unless you knew how he carried himself before. Just a slight change in weight that probably only you and Leia noticed, to be honest.

The cockpit feels comfortable. It feels like home. You’re always your best when you’re in this seat up in the air. Poe may be the best pilot in the Resistance, but you were catching up everyday. Of course, now that you hadn’t flown in a while, you really have no idea if you’re still as good as you think. Hopefully the day will come soon when you can finally get back in the air. To help the Resistance. To help Poe.

You call down to your droid that everything is fine now. It can go back to your quarters and it’s charging station. You watch as it rolls out of the hanger, your eyes lingers for just a moment on the spot where Poe’s X-wing should be. Settling back into your seat, you look around the cockpit. There’s not much here, but it’s yours and you miss it. You could spend hours here. So you do. It’s exactly what you’d do in the dining hall, just more isolated. About an hour goes by before you feel your eyes getting heavy and your head starts to fall back against the seat. You shake it off a few times, not wanted the dream to come back. Eventually you can’t fight it, and you close your eyes to blackness.

Poe had been worried about you since the minute he had left. He knew your nightmares would only be worse with him gone, and since they had lost all communications he worried about you every moment of everyday. Four months he had been gone and he missed you every single day. He knew you weren’t getting any sleep. He knew how much you were suffering. He just wanted to be back by your side at night so you’d finally be comfortable enough to get a full night’s sleep.

Ten hours ago they were finally able to complete their mission. They had all the data they were sent to retrieve, and all the work done in this sector that needed to be done. Ten hours ago he felt relief for the first time in four months. Him and his partner were both safe. Sure, they had been in a few fights here and there, but they only got a few scrapes and bruises from them. The injury on his forehead from that day months ago was fading, and he was hoping yours was too.

At this time he wasn’t able to fly his X-wing back to base. Retrieving it would mean exposing who they really were and blowing this whole operation right when it was finished. They were flown back in a cargo ship with the intent to retrieve their X-wings at a later date.

With the cargo ship landing just outside the hanger, Poe couldn’t wait to run to your quarters. It was the middle of the night, so he hoped that you’d be sleeping. He hoped that you wouldn’t have had your nightmares tonight.

Poe doesn’t even think to look anywhere else; he just runs straight to your room. When he gets there, he is honestly surprised to find that you aren’t there. It doesn’t shock him, but he still wants you to be there. He knows you too well to think that you’d stay in your room if you couldn’t sleep. Your droid lights up, catching Poe’s attention. He quickly asks it if it knows where you are. It replies with a quiet few beeps before shutting down again. Poe heads straight for the hanger.

Poe lets a small smile spread across his face as he sees you in the cockpit. You are curled up into a ball with your knees pulled to your chest. Poe grabs a ladder and climbs up to the cockpit. Your forehead is wrinkled and your lips are moving just the slightest, like you were trying to talk. He’s seen this look before; you’re having that nightmare. His smile instantly drops as he touches your shoulder and shakes you awake gently.

You let out a hoarse scream as you shoot straight up, “Poe!” The last thing you had seen was his X-wing hitting the ground, and now suddenly his soft, brown eyes are right in front of you. His eyes, more real than they’d been in the past four months. But they can’t be real, can they? He couldn’t be back. You’d know if he was coming back.

But suddenly you’re engulfed in a hug. The sound of Poe’s voice in your ear. For the first time in months, you feel yourself calming down after that nightmore. Poe was here. He was home.

“Poe..” you let out a soft whisper, tears falling from your eyes. His warmth covers your body, and you finally feel comfortable.

“Shhh. It’s me. I’m home. I’m finally here,” he says into your ear, one hand brushing through your hair while the other rubs circles on your back.

You pull him in as close as you can. You just need him close to you right now. It’s definitely hard to be close right now with you in the cockpit and him on the ladder. He notices the awkwardness and instantly picks you up and hauls you out of the cockpit and down the ladder. Now for the first time, he can finally bring you in for a real, proper hug. Picking you up again and spinning around, he finally hears the most joyous sound he’s heard in four months.

You let out a small giggle as you’re set back on the ground. Poe was home. You could barely believe it, but Poe was finally home. “I can’t believe this,” you mumble into his shoulder.

“You better believe it, sweetheart.” He holds you back to look at your face. Your scar was pretty prominent across your nose. “I’m finally home. I’m finally with you.” His curls fall in his face, just above his eyes. Those eyes that look at you with such concern and love. The most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen in your life. “How’re you holding up?” He lets out in a small voice.

You look at the floor. “Not well..”

You’re suddenly pulled into a tight embrace again, the smell of mechanic oil and wood fills your nose. The oil you were used to, but the wood was new.

“You’ll get through this. I promise,” Poe kisses the top of your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Poe.”

“Now please, just go to bed, for me.” You look at him, slight uneasiness in your eyes. Just enough for him to notice. You respond back with a small smile and kind eyes. “You’ll be fine, love. I’m right here with you. You’ll be fine.”

Your heart races as you nod your head and take his hand. Slowly, you walk back to your room. You know you’ll be okay with him beside you. As you walk, you notice that Poe’s limp is still there. You’ve both been left with reminders of that day. For you, your scar, and for him, his limp. But things could’ve been so much worse. You’re both just glad that you still have each other.

You crawl into bed as Poe takes off his boots and changes his clothes. You can feel the bed shift behind you as he crawls in. Arms wrap around your waist and pull you as close to Poe as possible, the warmth from his body radiating into yours. You drift off to sleep, and finally for the first time in what feels like forever, you have a peaceful night.

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