#it was the same with Kylo who resisted for a so long time when so many would have fall way before that

[phytine]

Sometimes I'm tired about fandoms handling "daddy/mommie issues". Of course it can be used as a joke but with times it trivialises the story and traumatism the character went trough because of their parents as if it was just teenage crisis/rebellion against autority and not some fucking serious issues.

Of course some are going to tell it's for the joke but most of the time, it changes the fandom's perception of the character little by little and when you want to read post/fanfic/meta about a canon version of the character with this fanon approach it gets frustrating.

[anatee]

Waking up | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut

Waking up | Kylo Ren x Reader Smut One Shot. 18+. MINORS DNI.

Word count: 1.17K

Content warning: fem!reader x Kylo; zero plot just smut, piv (unprotected), a bit sleepy I guess?, fainting mentioned

Author’s note: This is a 'hey, I'm alive' short shot (although I do have a cold). Next part of Insufferable in the works, meanwhile I hope you enjoy this one ;)

Y/N woke up in the middle of the night.

She didn't remember much. Last night, there was a fight, a scramble with the Resistance somewhere at the base, and she fainted amidst the chaos. It was Kylo who took her into his own arms and, after Y/N had been checked by the medics, brought her to his own chambers. She came to in his arms, and slept in them later on, feeling safer than ever before. It was their first time feeling each other's bodies up close, and despite the exhaustion of the battle, other things did come to their minds. After a day they both spent on exchanging tense glances, as if unsure if they should act on their desires, she fell asleep again… But not for long.

Kylo was sitting in the armchair next to the bed with his shirt open, reading something on his datapad despite the late hour. When he saw her stir, however, he immediately set it aside.

"Finally," he said with clear relief, setting the black, silky sheets aside. Y/N slowly rubbed her eyes, trying to make them work after the nap. She almost felt like she woke up in another dimension.

"Come here," he said quietly, then kissed her gently on the lips as if waking the Sleeping Beauty. Y/N smiled at that, but she knew it was barely scratching the surface. Such light kisses were not what Kylo was known for.

"Do you ever sleep?" she asked as she kept on rubbing her eyes. Kylo let out a short chuckle and soon enough, his hands were on her, unable to stay at his sides.

She suddenly felt him starting to unbutton her shirt. She didn't oppose, quite the contrary - she was grateful, because she felt like she was sweating excessively from the heat of the nap, and yet her pounding head remembered that she had absolutely nothing on under her shirt.

Kylo seemed to have noticed it at the same time. When she felt that nothing was covering her chest anymore, she heard his heavy breathing. It happened and she couldn't even hide behind her hair. Y/N almost jumped when she felt his icy cold hand between her breasts. He didn't even have his gloves on.

"Don't worry, you're safe… Can you breathe normally?" he asked with genuine concern, so different from his usual demeanour.

"Definitely not now," she replied, gasping for breath. He felt her heart beating beneath his hand and he couldn't explain why he couldn't take his hand away. He moved it slightly to the left breast, which had consequences for both of them.

The excitement surged through them with redoubled force. Y/N unconsciously tightened her grip on the sheets, lifting her legs just a little.

"Your heart is beating too fast," Kylo gasped, and then she finally managed to open her eyes. Kylo's huge frame was leaning over her, without his helmet, and he was piercing her with such eyes that made her feel small and completely exposed.

"If you keep on doing this… It will," she looked at his hand, still on her bare breast, "it will beat even faster."

Another shiver ran through her, and a strange, tingling sensation appeared in her lower abdomen. Kylo slowly, with little pressure, moved his hand from her breast, along her belly, to the waistband of her pants. He pulled it down and, although she couldn't see it from her position, it was too low for any decency.

The situation was clear to both of them: the tension that had been growing between them for a long time was finally going to explode. He froze in that position for a moment.

"Do you feel okay?" he whispered.

She looked at his hand, then back at him with a soft smile.

"I do… But you could make it better."

A new wave of excitement washed over both of them as Kylo climbed back onto the bed and hovered over her.

He used the Force to take her clothes off of her after she gave him an encouraging nod. Soon, there was no turning back. She lay before him, fully exposed, shackled by so many emotions she couldn't shake off. Something stirred in Kylo as he stared at her shamelessly, admiring what he had revealed. He had been thinking about this moment ever since he met her years ago.

He raised both of his hands to place them on either side of her, keeping himself comfortably above her. He could see that she liked it as she ogled him from underneath, trying to catch a glimpse of his partially exposed chest.

When Kylo lowered himself to kiss her once again, everything around them disappeared. Flesh began to rub against flesh, and their hearts began to beat in the same rhythm. Y/N buried her hands in his hair, and with one hand he lifted her by the waist, holding her as close to him as possible. When the frenzy subsided enough for her to regain some rational thought, after what felt like an eternity, she tore her mouth away from him and pulled his head towards her.

"I want you, Kylo," she whispered straight into his ear. She made Kylo feel things that he never thought were possible.

He moved closer to her ear, brushing his lips against it and whispered, "You'll get what you want."

He removed the hand that was supporting her waist and moved it to her right knee. He slowly moved one of her legs to the side, then did the same with the other. There was another burst of emotions, and she clutched the sheets again. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to move.

He used the Force again, this time to get rid of his own pants. Y/N knew he was ready and she couldn't wait. Everything else was forgotten, the only thing that mattered to them was the other person. Kylo moved his hand under her waist again to lift her a little, and placed his other hand on the headboard of the bed. He lowered himself, she moaned, and the clock struck midnight. He filled her up to the brim, much larger than she was, able to hold her like a doll. She didn't even expect him to feel half as good as he did.

Kylo waved a hand, putting out all the lights in the room. Their other senses went crazy. He couldn't believe the effect her moan had on him when he jerked forward for the first time. The lack of light captured the imagination of both of them, stirring the blood in their veins.

No one could hear those heavy breaths, moans and whispers, the rustle of the sheets, not even the moon was a witness to them, hidden somewhere behind the clouds from which white fluff was falling. It was just the two of them, darkness and pleasure like they had never experienced before.

And Y/N had a feeling it wasn't the last time she could wake up to this.

[raparopa]

Hello! May I request general hux with a resistance reader who saves him like he's all bleeding out and dieing but the reader comes along and scoops him up to patch him up for whatever reason maybe they know he's the spy or smth? Anyway have a good day and take care of yourself :)

-🍷

a/n: I am very happy to write about star wars))) thanks for the request! Looking forward to more posts from you guys!

warnings: language (?), mention of blood and violence, reader's POV, I don't know what first order prison cells look like

pairing: Armitage Hux x fem!resistance!reader

hux! hux?

All I found was blood running from my lip and dripping onto the floor of the cell the First Order put me in. In fact, there was nothing surprising in the fact that I was in captivity. When you fight for freedom, you prepare yourself for the fact that sooner or later you will have to give up your life or freedom for your goal.

They needed someone who has information, well, and in addition, someone who knows Rey and her plans (apparently for Kylo Ren's personal purposes, each time he can get it as he can).

I wiped the blood from my face with my palm and found scarlet spots on the skin. I've been in possession for so long that I've already lost track of time. But it was better than facing endless interrogations and forceful methods again. In order not to go crazy, I count the scratches on the seemingly safe walls of my cell and have almost reached a hundred ...

Out of my field of vision, hurried, ragged steps were heard, as if my unexpected guest doubted his actions. I was filled with curiosity, but I didn't move, only peering out of the corner of my eye at the metal that had replaced the wall that opened onto the corridor. But my brain suddenly flashed when something red flashed behind the wall. I turned my head too, extremely sharply when I realized who exactly disturbed my prison peace.

Hux.

Hux!

Hux?

The First Order general stood in front of the door that led to the cell, his face haughty and his chin held high. My brows furrowed as soon as I saw him. He was alone, unguarded, and not even Phasma was around. The corridor was completely empty, only two sides of the same war face to face, separated this time only by an iron grid of bars.

Something was clearly wrong, and you didn't have to be Force sensitive to feel it.

-You,- he said harshly to me. -Come here immediately.

I raised my eyebrows, amazed at the turn of events.

-For what? -I said with a stupid smile. -To what? He grinned viciously, quickly turning his head to the sides, surveying the corridor.

-Get over here quickly, Y/L!- he hissed angrily through his teeth, inaudibly hitting the iron with his fist.

The smile immediately disappeared from my face, and I cautiously got up from the bunk, striding over the distance between them, cautiously pushing my shoulder forward, as if for an attack.

-Closer! You want the entire First Order to run? Stupid revolutionary...!

-Yes, I’m coming!”-I interrupted his angry tirade and slid closer to the grate, crossing my arms over my chest. -What owes such close attention to the general personally?

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at my outburst.

- What, the sadistic vein woke up? Came to take another session of torture? I said that I...

-I'm a spy.

I froze in mid-sentence, interrupted by his sharp, like a shot, statement, and my hands fell like those of a weak-willed rag doll.

-What?- I blurted out involuntarily.

-I'm a spy! How many more times do you have to say it before it gets to your rebel head? I am a spy for the First Order.

My face stretched and my stomach twisted into a tight tube as my mind frantically processed what it had just said and the full meaning finally dawned on me.

-It can not be...

-May be.

-But why?! How so?! - I had a hundred questions and a hundred words spinning on my tongue, but I managed to say only this, and that, with great difficulty. Hux chuckled, eyes flashing.

-I don't care who wins - the Resistance or the First Order, I want Kylo Ren to lose.

-Kriff…- I breathed. Armitage Hux was a fucking traitor, the one who sent data to the Resistance, helped us all along. It couldn't even be called a dream, more like a hallucination, a mirage that caused the hot sun if I was on Tatooine now.

-That changes everything... That's all...- I almost suffocated from everything that was happening. -Kriff...- I looked up at him, thinking that I would find at least a hint that he was lying, but at the mention of Kylo Ren, his face was contorted with such anger that there was no doubt left - he had just confessed to me that he was spying for the Resistance. -And now what? How can I use this information?

Hux lifted his chin again.

- I have data that will be useful to the Resistance. I will give them to you, and you will give them to your general.

-I don’t know if it’s noticeable or not,- I giggled nervously, leaning my shoulder against the cold wall. - But I'm still in the cell. I'm in prison. And a little shocked, but that doesn't matter. Now I wanted to laugh out loud, loud enough for the whole galaxy to hear. Kriff, Poe, and Finn will rip me to the bone if they find out!

Hux rolled his eyes in annoyance again.

- I'll help you leave so that you pay the least attention to yourself and make the least noise. As you usually do, children of Leia.

I thought.

-Why do you think I'll believe you, red-headed bastard?- I said low and softly, staring fixedly at his painfully pale face. He curled his lips arrogantly.

-Don't think. You have no other choice, rebel scum. Well, do you just rot here.

x x x

Surprisingly, this red-haired trickster kept his word and pulled me out of the cell. True, of course, damn it, it didn’t work out without noise, and we drew attention to ourselves. Both. And now Hux was called not a spy, but a traitor and a deserter.

I picked up the stunned stormtrooper's new blaster as I fired at the others around the corner. There was nothing left before the cherished ship, here they are, the cherished couple of meters to my freedom, a little more, and I will again be able to breathe deeply.

I pulled the trigger on the blaster again, glare flickered down the hallway. I saw that somewhere, among the stormtroopers, Hux was flickering - he was darting about in a black-orange spot against the background of light armor and it was hard not to notice him, but he worried me the least while I was fighting for my life again. My eyes were covered with a scarlet veil of excitement and hatred, while the blaster in my hands heated up, and the soldiers remained less and less. Somewhere I heard a loud exclamation, and a strange, dull thud, but I did not pay attention, jumping out from around the corner and removing the rest of the obstacles from the horizon, making my way to the ships.

I looked at every centimeter I passed—quickly, but quickly, adrenaline filled my limbs with unprecedented lightness, blood pounded in my ears, and then my eyes opened and closed several times.

-what, you got shot?- I asked for some reason, as if it was not obvious from Hux, who was pinned to the wall, and a pool of blood near him.

He didn't answer, just looking at me in fear.

-Kriff…- I muttered, shoving the Imperial blaster into my belt. -Where to?-Where is the injury?

He shook his head and I saw how his uniform was smoking in the area of ​​the left shoulder.

-Well, how is it ... - for some reason, I escaped with regret. -Give me a hand. I extended my hand to him.

-Go away,- he fished out a block with information from his pocket with great difficulty and jabbed it at my shoulder.

This made me angry. For some reason I wanted to help him stay alive, he would have died anyway, if I had left him here, he would either bleed out or be shot before I got to the base.

Why am I thinking about this?

I'm sure it's only because he pulled me out of the cell.

Only because of this.

I'm sure.

- And he said that I was a fool, - with an unprecedented force for myself, I grabbed his collar of a black uniform and pulled it towards me, putting the already former general on his feet. Hux immediately hunched over, almost collapsing. -Give at least a modicum of effort so I can help!- I barked at him.

He gave me a wild look, but complied, wrapping his good arm around me like a lifeline.

-You would have been killed here anyway, but at least there is a small chance that you will live longer ...- I muttered to myself under my breath, dragging him along with me. - I'm sure Leia will be very ... glad ...

-She'll kill me.- He protested weakly.

-She won’t kill you,- I drawled. -Other guys are doing this in the Resistance. Moreover, we value guys like you, well, who know a lot about the rear of the enemy. - The power slowly began to leave me, but there was not much left. -Besides, from our base it is much more interesting to watch the defeat of Kylo Ren than dangerously close to him.

Hux mumbled something incomprehensibly, hobbling, trying to echo my heavy steps. Probably agreed. How strange.

x x x

The troughs of the First Order weren't as disgusting as I had previously thought. The general collapsed on another seat, sighing as if he was about to split into two. The ship jumped into hyperspace and I jumped out of my pilot's seat, grabbing my first aid kit.

-Come on, taking off your tunic.-I ordered, and Hux immediately stopped dragging out his extreme drama, again looking at me in fear.

-You look like I haven’t seen naked men.- I grunted, sitting on the floor. -Come on, come on, I’ll treat you, General Hux.

[morethansky]

***THE ACOLYTE SPOILERS***

• Me, seconds before I could hear millions of thirsty voices crying out: Oh my god is a nymph-bathing thing about to happen, is he legitimately about to strip

• Sadly, unlike Osha, I am immune to the Stranger's practically full frontal, but the reveal of his little tied-back hair bits at the same time had me screaming into a pillow, so we all win.

• So the island was definitely meant to evoke Ahch-To, right? This was a very The Last Jedi episode (it even had the same mismatched pacing for the three storylines lmao), and the Kylo Ren theme was the most prominent it's been in the end credits. I think the theories about Qimir being a progenitor of the Ren are spot on. I like this quite a bit; it would be smart to build off of High Republic stuff while cementing Resistance-era lore. This would line up with the Bad Batch building off of the Clone Wars stuff while cementing Resistance-era lore. I also personally find it a bit boring that Bane's lineage is laid out all neatly and am particularly interested in darksiders being outside of it. And it would mean the show is drawing even more from the books and comics, which I'm always in favor of. And fun fact, my second-ever SW fic was based on the Rise of Kylo Ren comics!

• But ALSO, given that they clearly showed the cortosis vein, it also evokes Bal'demnic, the planet where Plagueis kills Tenebrous omg??? Not to be an annoying fanboy, but I adore the Darth Plagueis novel and we're apparently supposed to see two additional Sith Lords before the season ends somehow??? And in the novel, Tenebrous secretly trains multiple apprentices. I could totally see the season ending with Qimir suffering a vague fate and an extremely brief Tenebrous appearance that leaves the door open for a season 2 big bad. That David Harewood casting rumor is too delicious to be fake!

• On that note, since episode 2, I haven't been able to stop thinking about how when we're introduced to Qimir, he's sleeping, and he's awoken by Mae, who is now confirmed to have been his apprentice. Which is notably how Palpatine kills Plagueis. It just feels so much like a neat little allusion to me.

• Did this episode not have such Mend This Old Wound vibes?? Waking up in your enemy's lair, finding out your wounds were tended to by him, realizing he really wants to convert you, discovering he doesn't find you a threat, being surprised by his vulnerability, being surprised by what of his past and his inner self he's willing to divulge. Tbh I hadn't even realized how tropey those elements were until I watched this lmao.

• Sadly, despite my lifelong love for enemies-to-lovers stories, I don't vibe with a lot of M/F ships, bad boy/good girl ones especially. I'm happy for the Oshmir shippers, though, and at least it's happening in a story created by a queer woman, so hopefully it'll be done tastefully. Hmm... Perhaps if I genderbent Qimir I could get behind writing something, and then the seduction to the dark side would be strengthened by the queer metaphor...

• BUT ALSO YOOO OSHA/JECKI CONFIRMED???? And after Dafne Keen confirmed that she played Jecki as having a crush on Osha?? Y'all, Osha was TOTALLY floating the idea of asking Jecki out on a date with that whole "the next time I'm on Coruscant" thing, oh my goddd. The gays continue to be buried, but at least they exist, and I guess at least everyone else is buried, too?

• I love that we got a quiet moment of Sol grieving because finally there was nobody watching and he couldn't hold it together any longer. This is what I was begging for the entire run of the Bad Batch. Wonderfully acted, too. Lee Jung-Jae's expression work is so good, and I love the long, lingering shot and how you see the tears well up gradually.

• I love when actors have to act as characters acting, and Amandla Stenberg was already acting as two different characters that they had to keep distinct from each other, but in this episode, they had to act as one of their characters acting as the other character lmao. Incredible.

• Halfway through this episode I was like, why does it feel like we're getting blueballed for information omfg. We're definitely getting the second Brendok flashback episode next week, and obviously they had to keep it at the forefront of the viewers' minds without giving it away, but I feel like structurally they could've lined this up in a different way that didn't just reveal nothing in order to kick the can down the road lol. I guess this is a pretty classic issue in mysteries.

• I've been deeply confused as to why there's been so much Jedi-good/Jedi-bad discourse lately, but I don't see them as firmly in either court and that to me feels like the entire point of the part they play in the story?? Which is why I always love seeing the tension in the Jedi-Senate relationship and the way the political machinations play out, especially when Palpatine's not involved (at least overtly).

So I really liked Vernestra's conversation with the senator and the line about the Jedi always being transparent so an audit shouldn't be an issue and how the show clearly illustrates that that's not remotely true. Which is also really interesting because we have Sol doing a cover-up, possibly him and the other three Jedi who were Brendok doing a different cover-up, and also Vernestra, who doesn't know about what happened on Brendok or what Sol is hiding, clearly looking uncomfortable at the suggestion that the Jedi are transparent, pointing to other things they (or she specifically) haven't been disclosing.

I'm a sucker for political corruption in stories and when well-meaning people's hands are tied, so I'm eating it up. And of course I love how they're setting up the Jedi's fall from grace and building out context for why and how they would walk into Palpatine's trap.

• Qimir talking about being a Jedi a very long time ago is very intriguing. Upon seeing his scar, my first thought was Force lightning and that he was talking about being abandoned by a Sith master. But with Vernestra's whip making an appearance that doesn't add anything to the story otherwise, the show is clearly presenting it as the cause of the scar?? Which is VERY interesting.

• Mog's suggestion that Sol killed all the Jedi made my jaw drop because why would they even speak this outrageous idea into existence if it doesn't have truth to it in some way??? Like oh shit, that's REALLY fun. Has Sol killed Jedi before? Would he? Are the other Jedi wary of him? Do they feel the same way about the other three Jedi who were on Brendok? Mog specifically notes that Sol is very powerful. We already saw this with him going up against Qimir and surviving, so why this line?

• Sol was already my favorite character from the start just with how warm he was and how full of regret and how much he clearly loved Osha even though he wasn't supposed to, and every episode has drawn the darkness simmering within him closer to the surface, which brings him even closer to the kind of character I'm particularly fond of, so I'm very, very interested in where the show takes him. I don’t know if they could really swing Sith Master Sol, but Lee Jung-Jae sure as hell could act it.

• Can I just say, the writing for this show is definitely wobbly, but I at least appreciate that showrunner Leslye Headland has a refreshing understanding of story mechanics, even if she might love foils a little too much (and this is coming from a total foil whore). What she said about a good plot twist being built up so that the viewer realizes what's about to happen just before it's fulfilled instead of coming out of nowhere and being a total shock literally made me pump my fist because I've been complaining about the internet's poor understanding of this concept for literal years!! And the way she talked about how when you watch Jecki die, you want her to move out of the way so you can see the Stranger's face, and how in thinking that you've betrayed her and in a way become complicit in her death, is SO good.

• It's too bad all live-action Star Wars ever is doomed to have mediocre dialogue. But at least these things make me feel fairly confident in having high hopes for the Brendok reveal. And regardless of what happens, I am so excited to see goddess Mother Aniseya again next episode, omg omg!!!

[enkisstories]

Rose and the emperor are still standing in the suddenly strangely empty Resistance camp. The place, that had been so lively earlier today, with the residents even making room for mirth, despite the seriousness of their situation, now looks like a mere backdrop to the scene. At Palpatine's feet Hux is writhing, as the emperor uses him to convince Rose to join his side.

Armitage: "Take... your... time. All the... time you... want. Be what I couldn't be... yourself. I don't care... whether that's... good or... evil, as long... as it's... what you want to be."

But for the hostage it is too late. Whatever Rose decides, he won't be around anymore to hear it. The pain is too much. Hux reaches for Rose's holster with the heavy blaster...

...but just in this moment she takes a step forward. Lucky coincidence? Or something guiding her feet?

Rose: "You better stop with this! You tried this tactic before and it didn't work out in your favour! Do you remember? The story of your defeat was shared and the galaxy has learned from it!"

Palpatine: "So, did it? Look at him and his boasting of an "alliance" against me. A majestic fleet swooping in to save the galaxy in a big show of "friendship is power". But my - temporary - fall was brought about by the actions of outstanding individuals, not a herd. Are YOU an outstanding individual, Rose Tico? I daresay you are."

Rose: "I know who wasn't: Master Skywalker."

Genuine surprise stands written in the emperor's face. Never before has he heard such an accusation spoken, not even by Kylo Ren. Luke Skywalker - an ordinary grunt?

Rose: "Skywalker believed, not in that Vader was still good or could become good, but in that there "was still good in him". Some good. Just enough to coax Vader into doing for Skywalker, what he wouldn't have done for an unrelated person tortured by you to the same degree as Skywalker."

Palpatine: "Vader saved the fruit of his unions with Amidala. A biological function."

Rose: "Yes. The hope for the galaxy was that Vader was not that far gone already, that his darkness would override even this primeval urge: protecting his brood. The fact that this was what he had over you is pretty condemning for you, Palpatine!"

Vader and the galaxy had gotten saved not by Luke, but by literal love, the love that had existed between Anakin and Padme. Luke had only been the living embodiement of that love. Not being a superhuman, but believing in this love had been his achievement.

Rose: "When our individual strength and will falter, the Force will still be there and it will do... things through us. I trust love and the Force more than whatever you can promise me, emperor-soon-to-be-no-more."

The lightning subsides, leaving a gasping, twitching, but still very much alive victim. Strangely, Armitage hasn't resorted to even a single pest-control based insult in this whole encounter. No scum, rat, insect or vermin whatsoever.

Ah, right, Rose's brain realizes. It's because this is my dream and I don't know any good ones.

And then she, too, wakes up.

[cosleia]

Hux Crisis #2

I remarked yesterday that I was having another Hux crisis. (The first Hux crisis is documented a little bit here.) Basically, my Hux crises are caused by my personal understanding of him coming into apparent conflict with canon depictions. This also happened to me with Carlos the Scientist from Welcome to Night Vale. The situation isn't great; historically it has caused me to stop writing for a long time while I recalibrated my headcanons.

Because I'm hoping that won't happen this time, I originally wasn't going to discuss it too much, but then this morning I saw this post:

When I saw this, I just felt like that it fit Hux so well. The idea that his family line might be cursed in some way, resulting in all his perceived failures, is narratively compelling to me. It made me want to write down my thoughts and feelings about Hux.

I didn't want to clutter up OP's notes with my nonsense, so I made a screenshot for this post. If you want to see/reblog the original, I reblogged it here.

Let's get into it.

We know JJ named Hux after a name he saw on a gravestone. He wanted Hux to be a tragic character from the beginning. And Hux was. We learned that he'd grown up being abused, and that it's likely he was stolen from his mother when he was taken/rescued from his home planet during the New Republic siege. And of course we saw the tragedy continue through the films:

The stormtrooper program wound up producing a Resistance general

Starkiller Base was destroyed

The Fulminatrix was destroyed

The Supremacy was destroyed

Kylo Ren became Supreme Leader

The First Order failed to wipe out the Resistance on Crait

And finally, Hux was found out as the spy and executed

It could be argued that many of these things were failures on Hux's part. The comics give us even more failures: in Journey to TLJ: Captain Phasma, he does not issue an official evacuation order when Starkiller Base begins to collapse, which enables Phasma to keep troopers who saw her from surviving to report it, and probably also resulted in unnecessary losses. He also seems not to question Phasma's version of how the shields were lowered on Starkiller. In Hyperspace Stories #8, which seems to be set pre-TFA, he loses control of a wild creature called a Bramalish that he set upon a non-cooperative colony.

I get chalking all of this up to incompetence, to thinking that Hux kept failing because he was stupid or prideful.

But we have evidence to the contrary.

Hyperspace Stories #8 also shows us Hux is quick to adapt to change. When Ren arrives to fight the Bramalish, Hux orders the stormtroopers to help him immediately. When Ren brings back the city leader whose cooperation will secure the First Order's power, Hux instantly adjusts to "negotiating with" (threatening) him. While I won't deny that setting a Bramalish loose believing the stormtroopers could contain it was a miscalculation, the strategy was to terrorize the populace, and it worked. That plus Ren's contributions scored the First Order a win.

In the comic Star Wars Adventures #30, set between TLJ and TROS, Hux's plan is to send stormtroopers to Vendaxa to follow a lead that the Resistance might be there. It's Supreme Leader Ren who insists on going personally. Hux goes with him because he sees an opportunity to ingratiate himself to Ren, and he actually manages to get Ren to say he has earned his trust, "for now." It turns out there was no need for the leader of the First Order to go to Vendaxa personally. The Resistance isn't even there, and Ren and Hux wind up in mortal danger. I think it can be safely argued that Hux was right, and circumstances (Kylo Ren) worked against him.

In that same comic, Hux tells Ren, "I put my stormtroopers in charge of reconnaissance because leadership is trusting the people you lead to do their jobs." The loss of the Fulminatrix seems ludicrous in light of these words. Canady stood around waiting to be micromanaged; Hux is not a micromanager. (I ranted about this separately here.)

And then, of course, we have Age of Resistance - General Hux, another pre-TFA story. This is not only where we see more of Hux's abusive childhood, but also where we see him at his craftiest. He uses Ren's identity to manipulate Bylsma, and then he uses the shuttle sabotage to justify killing one of his childhood abusers. From this, it's clear he's not an idiot.

Let's go through the other perceived failures with a more critical eye.

First, the stormtrooper program. Yes, it "failed" in that Finn resisted his conditioning, as did Jannah and her company. But what percentage of stormtroopers actually defected or deserted? How does it compare to other militaries' defection/desertion rates? Is it even possible to have 100% loyalty? While I don't think we know the answer to the first two questions, the answer to the third is absolutely no.

The destruction of Starkiller Base would not have been possible without the shield being lowered. Hux knew the oscillator was a weak point and had it protected, not just by shields but by squadrons of fighters. It took an extraordinary series of events for the Resistance to win.

Trusting Phasma is either a blind spot, or he's playing the long game, as fellow kyluxers pointed out on my original Hux crisis post. Phasma conspired with him to kill Brendol; this was in both their self-interests, not the First Order's. If anything, TLJ cemented their relationship as a partnership. It's not a stretch to think Hux knows Phasma's true loyalty is to herself, and that he considers having her as a partner more advantageous than not. It's a gamble, but she's a powerful ally. I've wondered if their conversation when she returns to the Finalizer is coded...if what Hux is really asking is how well she covered her tracks.

(The fact that he doesn't seem to dwell on the loss of Starkiller, either in the Captain Phasma comic or at the beginning of TLJ, and he just looks annoyed when it's brought up in TROS, implies that he is forward-thinking, which is a vital quality in a leader.)

Hux not managing to keep Ren from becoming Supreme Leader is understandable. He's ready to kill Ren, but Ren stirs. Hux knows he can't defeat Ren in a fight. And unfortunately, Hux has rarely been able to talk Ren into anything. This is the rare moment he breaks emotionally: he's lost Starkiller, he's lost the Supremacy, and now he's lost Snoke, the one thing that has been protecting him from Ren. I don't think his action or inaction here is indicative of his intelligence so much as his trauma.

The battle of Crait wasn't actually lost. It simply wasn't a total victory. And the reason wasn't Hux or his commands. It was Kylo Ren. Without Ren there, the First Order would have wiped the Resistance out.

Hux being found out as a spy was, I've always thought, at least partially because Finn shot him in the leg instead of the arm. You'd think an enemy would aim for the head or chest. The arm would have been a more believable miss location. But of course, it also happened because of Hux's choice to report the escape to Pryde himself instead of going to medbay and sending a subordinate. This one I can't find a good explanation for, except maybe that he thought he would seem more loyal if he went personally. (I like to think it was because he knew Pryde would shoot him, and he took advantage of that to fake his own death.)

I'm showing obvious bias here, but even I can admit Hux isn't flawless. He can make mistakes and succumb to emotions like any other human. I just believe, based on my understanding of canon, that not everything he did was a mistake. In fact, I'd argue that the majority of his failures were due to circumstances outside his control. It's tragic, like JJ intended.

Because of that, I think that cursed family line idea fits really well. Maybe Hux finds out about the curse just when he's on the verge of giving up, and it makes him try even harder out of spite. Could he break free of the curse? Or is he doomed, like every other Hux?

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Paradise

Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren seeks help from the goddess of power, you. He needs your power to defeat The Resistance for good.

When he finds you, you offer him your help but in return you ask for two things.

Will Kylo accept this?

“Have you lost your mind, Ren!?” Hux yelled loudly following Kylo to his tie-fighter.

“Speak to me like that again and you will be sorry, General Hux. I’ll show you how to respect your Supreme Leader.” Kylo snarled at him. Hux rolled his eyes as Kylo got into his craft.

“A Supreme Leader who needs help from this so-called goddess. They aren’t real, Ren. Gods aren’t real. People are.” Hux told him.

Kylo looked at the ginger man with narrow eyes behind his mask. Hux frowned as he felt his body lift off the floor. The stormtroopers near them jumped as their general flew across the room.

Kylo deeply sighed as he started his craft and flew out to space.

As a child before he was sent away to his uncle, he remembered how the people from Aldreen would pray for Y/n, Goddess of Power. Different cities around the galaxy would bring offerings. Fruits, flowers, gold and silver would be bought just for the thirty foot statue of their goddess. He would hear the prayers and chanting coming from the people. He remembered his mother bowing down in the front of the statue. He did the same. His mother would tell him Y/n, is a strong and powerful woman.

“Legends says that she lives on the grey planet called Paradise.”

He chuckles to himself at the name. The planet was nothing like a Paradise. Kylo wasn’t dumb enough to go first without checking it out. He sent a few of his stormtroopers to check out the planet. Long story short, they all died. They didn’t even make it to the mountain that held the cave that you supposedly lived in. People had failed and died trying to land on this planet. He knew he could do it, though. He had to find out if you, the goddess of power actually exists.

After Rey rejected his hand, he was furious. If she didn’t want him and to rule by his side that was fine. He would just simply kill them all. The rejection of the scavenger was the final straw for Kylo and he welcomed the dark side completely. He didn’t need her. No matter how strong she was with force, he knew he would kill her. He just needed a little help from you. He knew for sure that he would finish the Resistance once and for all with the help of the goddess, Y/n. You were his only hope. The First Order was running out of time to defeat the Resistance.

He noticed quickly when he entered the atmosphere of Paradise. It was freezing, as much as he tried to stop his teeth from chattering it was no use. The skies were dark and grey. Mountains stood proud and tall everywhere, trees were scattered. His eyes turned hard as he saw how the weather was on the planet. Rain started to pour down like crazy. He was losing control of his craft. He couldn’t see at all due to the rain, his craft was rumbling against the harsh winds. He didn’t know why his craft was breaking down. There was no explanation. His craft can take hits from bombs and bullets but it was going down just by rain and winds.  

For a second Kylo thought he saw a glowing light ahead. As if it was by fate the weather stopped for a second and he was able to see a yellow light across from him. It was coming from a mountain, the tallest one of them all. He felt a shift in the force immediately when he saw it. A strong power was calling out for him. Kylo let out a moan as he felt the power rush through his body. Warmth melted into his freezing body. It had to be you, he thought to himself. He felt the light drawing him in.  He knew he had to go for it. If he were to crash, then he would climb up the mountain. Nothing was going to stop him from seeing you.

He took a deep breath and flew across towards the mountain. When he finally landed he stared at the opening of the cave ahead. The light was still glowing bright. The force he possessed was crying out for him to go inside. He got out of his craft and looked around his surroundings. There was no wind and no rain near him. He took his helmet off for a better look.  He turned around and saw the weather was still harsh but it made no noise at all.

‘A barrier.’ He thought to himself as he looked back to the cave.

He walked towards the entrance of the cave. His lightsaber roared to life as he turned it on. He walked inside slowly. He looked around as he entered the cave. His eyes widened at the sight of the cave inside, it was filled with millions of lit candles. He checked behind when he felt a presence but there was no one there. He sighed as he walked forward in.

“The mighty supreme leader is here.” He looked ahead when he heard a soft voice speak.

“Don’t be afraid.” He looked around but no one was around.

“I’m not afraid.” He said with a frown. He was met with a sweet laughter.

“What’s your name?”

“Kylo. Kylo Ren.”

“Come to me.” He heard.

He held his breath as he saw a light appear before him showing him another entrance. He slowly walked toward the new doorway. He was greeted with the light scent of flowers and oil.

There he realized he was in your temple. The legends were true. The lights of the candles around him glowed but the fire pit in the middle of the room brightened the room completely. He stopped when he saw a pool ahead of him. Tiny flowers floated on the water. He saw a bed near the pool. Pillows and blankets of silks surround the enormous bed. His eyes widened at the sight of  a figure standing in front of the pool.

He saw you turn around and face him. Your eyes stared at him. He didn’t even realize you had your hand out. His lightsaber quickly flew out of his grasp to your hands.

“Ahhh.” He heard you say humming with excitement as you looked at his weapon.

He stood still as you turned around and walked away from him. He was frozen but not by any force but by your beauty. He had to admit to the stars itself that he had never seen anyone with such beauty before. He was about to yell at you for taking his weapon but he saw your body under the white transparent dress you wore. He felt his cheeks turn red as he saw your bare ass. He looked away.

“Are you coming, Kylo?” He heard you questioned. He looked up and saw you on the steps near the bed. You gave him a small smile before turning off the lightsaber. At that moment he thought to himself that you looked even more beautiful holding his weapon.

His heavy footsteps echoed throughout the room. He looked down at the pool and saw his reflection. The water looked so refreshing. He looked up and saw you were sitting on the bed. He clenched his jaw as his eyes landed on the view of your bare breasts. He looked up at your face and saw you smirking at him. You had caught him red handed.

He looked down at you as he stood in front of you. He was about to bend down to show respect but you shook your head.

“Sit.” You told him patting on the empty spot near you on the bed. He knew he shouldn’t. Perhaps it was a test that you were giving him to make sure that he was worthy to be in your presence. He had to show you respect.

“I said sit.” You commanded with a stern voice causing him to step backward. Shocked at your loud voice that echoed throughout the room.

He obeys you. He mentally groans in comfort as he feels the softness of the bed. He sees you up close. He couldn’t believe it.  A goddess was this close to him. He studied your face as closely as he could.

‘Beautiful. Made from the stars of the galaxy.’

“Is that you think?” You asked him. He gave you a face as he felt his blood run cold. ‘You can read my thoughts?’

“Yes, I can read your mind. Just like you read the minds of others.” Kylo nodded to you.

“I like your weapon. A weapon of someone who has the force but I sense pain in it.” You told him as you looked at the hilt closer.

“Are you mute now?” You told him slightly annoyed because all he did was stare at you.

“I apologize, my goddess. I just.. I can't believe you are real.” Kylo told you, making you grin softly as you place his weapon on the altar beside your bed.

“I am real.” You told him then placed a hand on his arm. Kylo tensed under your touch. He relaxed quickly when he felt your warmth seeping through his clothes to his bare skin.

“You seek help.” You told him softly as you lowered your hand to his wrist.

“ Intelligent, fearless, a true leader. You want to destroy The Resistance. You want me to provide you my power.” You said as your fingers touched his gloves hands.

“Will you help me?” Kylo asked looking down at you.

You leaned forward close to his face. Kylo felt his stomach start to flip as you go close to his face.

“Maybe. If you tell me something.” You said looking up to his eyes.

“Which is?” He asked as you got closer. He was face to face to you. He can see every aspect of your face. He didn’t know why you looked up at him like he was the most interesting thing in the galaxy.

“Who gave you this?” You asked him as you touched the scar on his face. Kylo flinched at your touch. He looked down as he felt the tips of your fingers gently tracing his scar on his face.

“My enemy.” Kylo responded. He noticed how his mouth got dry as he felt your touch. You bit your bottom lip as you started to touch his cheek slowly making your way to his hair. You pushed his hair behind his ear and slowly made your way to his other cheek. Making him look down at you. You looked deep into his light brown eyes.

You grew angry as you saw the girl who did this to him. She hurt him.

“A girl.” You said causing him to look away once more. He was ashamed and at that moment you can hear a voice screaming inside of his head.

“ You were unbalanced, bested by a girl who had never held a lightsaber! YOU FAILED! ”

“He’s wrong.” You told him as you turned his face to face you again.

“He failed you. He didn’t train you properly. With my help you will kill her and end The Resistance. I shall help you but I want two things in return.” Kylo’s eyes widen at this new information.

“Anything.” Kylo said.

“Bring me the head of the girl who did this to you.” You told him. When Kylo didn’t speak you brought down your hand from his face and stood up. He was about to do the same when you push his shoulders back down. You stood in front of him, between his thick legs.

“Did you hear me?”

“Give me her head.” You told him again as you slowly began to sit on his right leg. Kylo gasps at you as you rested on him.

“Yes.” He said as he gripped the silk sheets. He knew he shouldn’t be touching you. It was disrespectful. How can his dirty hands touch your pure clean skin.

“Good.” You told him as you looked over at him. You can see him trying to calm himself down. You can hear the leather gloves squeaking as he gripped the sheets with all his might. You can hear his heart beating out of his chest. You looked at him. He was truly a sight to be seen. His roman nose stood out, his lips were plushed and pink. His brown eyes glowed like amber. His beauty marks were like constellations.

“It’s been centuries since I sat on a mortal lap.” You told him. When he didn’t say anything you asked him.

“Do you not want to touch me?”

Kylo looked at you and replied. “I’m not worthy.”

“Isn’t that for me to decide whether or not you are worthy?” You asked.

Before he can say anything you command him to take off his gloves. He did what you said. You grabbed his large hands into yours. Kylo moans quietly as he feels your hands. You were so soft. You felt like silk. You brought his hand to your thigh. He felt the fabric of your dress. He slowly gripped the fabric in his grasp. The other hand was brought to your bare back.

“The other thing I want is..” You said but drifted off when he started to rub your back up and down slowly. His warm and calloused hands felt good against your skin.

“Anything you want.” Kylo said, urging you to continue. When you didn’t speak Kylo held you tighter causing you to lean fully against his chest. Your hand landed on his chest. He smelled like leather and ember.

“Pleasure me.” You told him softly. He stared down at you as you asked this.

“I..I can’t.” Kylo told you, causing you to frown.

“You can’t.” You said standing up. He missed your presence as soon you got up.

“I never. I have never been with a woman before.” You stared down at him when he spoke.

“Don’t you lie to me.” You told him and he shook his head.

“I’m not. See for yourself.” Kylo said standing up walking closer to you. You looked at him still not sure. The man in front of you was handsome, a warrior, a supreme leader. A beautiful man who’s never been touched before, you didn’t believe it. You looked down and saw he held his hand out to you.

“Believe me.” He said.

You took his hand and there you saw he was telling the truth. A young boy sent off to his uncle to train as a Jedi. A boy who wanted to be just like his grandfather. You saw Kylo as a young adult training with a new master, Snoke.

Snoke wasn’t an easy master. You saw how Snoke pushed him. You saw how he would belittle and abuse kylo.

“ Woman. Wanting a woman’s touch is a sign of weakness.” Snoke yelled at him.

You pulled away. Never have you met a virgin before. To be honest this was the first mortal you ever let enter in your temple before. You helped people before but never allowed someone inside. You always created the horrific weather outside when you felt the presence of other people but when you felt Kylo’s arrival, you were intrigued by the power he held and by him. It called out to you.  When you allowed him to enter, you saw him as soon as he got out of his craft. How he walked and how he presented himself made you like him even more.

“I see.” You said walking away from him. Kylo frowned as he saw you walk down the steps from your bed. He was about to speak.

“Wait..” You raised your hand, Kylo quiet down.

“I’ll help you.” You told him.

“But..”

“It’s ok.” You said. He followed you and stood next to you.

“Is something wrong with me?” He asked quietly. The scavenger didn’t want him and now you, a goddess didn’t want him either.  

You sensed embarrassment and loneliness from him. You shook your head at his question.

“I’ll bring you the head of the girl and it will bring me great honor to lay with you. I just fear that I might not be good enough. I have slaughtered many men and women in my lifetime. I know how to fight and use the force but I have never touched a woman before.” Kylo said kneeling down slowly on both knees. He looked down at your bare feet. You walked in front of him, slowly you grabbed his chin and made him look up at you.

His eyes slightly looked down when he saw your mound under the transparent white dress you wore near his face.

“Are you sure?” You questioned him.

“A virginity is something sacred.” You said looking into his brown eyes.

He felt the force show him what you were feeling. You felt unsure of this situation. Why, he wondered though.

“Do you know how I received my powers?” You asked as you caress his unmarked cheek. Kylo frowned as he tried to remember the stories his family would tell him before going to bed but he couldn’t remember. All he could think was your hand on his face and how close your pussy was to his face.

“A dark lord sacrificed me to the gods for absolute power.” Kylo immediately looked up at you clenched his fists at this.

“He needed a girl who was beautiful, and kind. What he didn’t know was she had to be virgin as well. He took my innocence before he sacrificed me.” You told him as you pushed a strand of his dark locks over his ear.

“And after that the gods punished him for doing this to me. They noticed me and they rewarded me for my pain that the dark lord had caused. They gave me absolute power but don't get me wrong, Kylo. I’m grateful for my power, my new life, for the people who worship me but once in a while I...”

“I sometimes wonder what would have been if it never happened.” You stare at Kylo for a moment. You admired his beauty under the candle lights. He looked so fascinated listening to your story.

“I would have given it to someone who I cared for. A love, an admirer or to my husband, perhaps.”

Kylo bit his tongue at your story. He couldn’t help but feel angry at the situation you were in. He could feel the anger rushing through his body at the thought of someone hurting you. Killing you. How can someone hurt you, he thought to himself.

“Do you see what I’m trying to get at?” You asked him. He knew what you were trying to say. His virginity was something that you cared for. You wanted him to keep him until the right time came.

“I do but...” Kylo said as you dropped your hand from his face.

“I’m not married. I’m not in a relationship. I have never been in love before. I don’t even know what it feels like.  I really haven’t ever thought about my virginity like that before, my sweet goddess.” Kylo said.

“I want to give this to you as a token of my gratitude. My goddess, Y/n let me give you this. You didn’t have to accept my help but you did. So let me do this for you. Let me give you pleasure.”

You looked deep into his eyes for any lie but you didn’t find any. He kneel before you and have given you his virginity. He is giving you his untouched, pure body.

“Kylo, are you sure?” You asked slowly.

“Yes.” He answered your as he laid his hands on his leg looking up at you.

“Remove my dress.” You told him.

Kylo quickly used the force to remove the golden pin on your shoulder holding your dress together. Still on his knees, you stood naked in front of him. He was mesmerized by your bare skin. His fingers ached to touch you. He wanted to touch you everywhere. He didn’t even notice when you got closer to him until his nose was practically touching your mound. He bit his moan back as he smelt your musk. You smell so good. He could feel his cock harden.

He felt your hands on his shoulder unclipping the cape. He wonder why you used the force as well to undress

“I want to touch you.” You answered him, dropping the cape beside you. Kylo keeps looking up at you.

“Open your mouth.” You told him. He parted his lips in front of you.

You smiled as he obeyed you. You brought your hands to your breasts, you let out a moan as you played with them. You squeeze your nipple with one hand while you drop your other hand down between your legs. With his mouth still open he stared at you as you fingered yourself.

His eyes widened as you let out another moan. You took your hand out and he saw your wet fingers. Your juices were glistening under the candle lights.

You offer him your wet fingers. He greedily took your fingers in your mouth. Sucking your juices off slowly. He moaned at the taste of sweet tart from your fingers. You pulled your fingers out of his mouth. He licked his lips as he looked up at you again.

“Good?” You asked.

“Heavenly.” He answered you.

You ran your fingers through his dark locks. Like a cat he purrs against your hand as you continue to run your fingers through his hair.

You slowly kneel in front of him. Coming face to face to him. You started to unzip his jacket, taking it off you helped him take off the sweater he wore under. Your eyes widen at the many bruises and scars he had on his broad shoulders and chest. You noticed he looked away as you stared at his scars. He tensed as you touched his chest.

“Kiss me.” You told him. You felt his hands on your hips pulling you closer to him. He looked at you, he was nervous.

He bend down to reach your lips. His lips pressed against yours. He felt it. He wondered if you felt it too. The power. The warmth both of you have caused. You pulled away first because you felt it too. He looked deep into your eyes almost looking for permission to kiss you again. You nodded at him and instantly he was already against your lips. Pressing chase kisses against yours lips. You grabbed his face with both hands causing him to stop for a second. You kissed softly and slowly, Kylo’s heart pounded against his chest as he felt your tongue in his mouth. You moaned in his mouth as his hands found their way to your ass giving you a squeeze.

You pulled and gasped at the sudden confidence he had. What you saw shocked you, his brown eyes were turning into a bright golden color. His lips were red from the kissing, his cheeks were flushed. Your hands unbutton his pants as you kissed him again.

You smiled to yourself when you saw he was commando. His cock was so warm and heavy. You used both hands to softly jerk him off. He pulled away from your lips and let out a moan as your thumb rubbed the slit on the head of his cock with his precum.

“Feels good?” You whispered as he shut his eyes and moaned once more.

“Mmmm” he nodded to you. He gasped harshly as you cupped his balls with one hand.

“Feels good.” He moaned out to you.

“I know it does. Enjoy it.” You told him kissing him softly.  

“Can I taste you again?” He asked you as you jerk him off in one hand.

You nodded, giving him a chaste kiss and “take off your pants and follow me.”

He did what he was told and followed you up to the bed. He stopped for a second when he saw you lay down on your back. You spread your legs in front of him. His eyes were now a shade of pure golden, he stared down at your body. You looked so fucking good, he thought to himself. He saw you rub your clit with one hand slowly. He bends down and grabs your right leg. His whole hand wrapped around your ankle, you squeal when he dragged you by your ankle to the edge of the bed. He brings your leg straight up to his mouth. You felt him place wet kisses on your ankle down to your inner leg.

He kneels on the side of the bed. He looks up at you. Giving you a look on what he should do next.

“Kiss it. Lick it. Play with this.” You told him, spreading your lips open with your fingers showing him your throbbing clit.

He gives you a little nod and licks his lips. You moan aloud li as you felt his large thumb rub softly on your clit. His eyes widen at your reaction.

He leans forward and licks your wet slit. You threw your head backwards as you felt his tongue licking your clit. He moans as his tongue hits your tight hole. Licking up your juices, his face is pressed against your pussy. His nose rubbed against your clit as he fucked you with his tongue. His nails dig into your thighs as he held you close to him. Your juices, your musk was intoxicating for him. He couldn’t stop.

“Oh my.” You groan as he ate you like it was his last meal.

“Kylo.” You cried out grabbing his hand. He gasped for air as he looked up at you. His face was glistening with your juices. You saw him lick his lips as he greedily breathed in and out.

“Come up.” You said holding your legs open. He climbs up between your legs. You wince as he spread your legs wider making room for his wide frame. You felt your pussy pulses as his hard cock rubbed against your pussy. He moaned as the tip of cock glided across your slit.

He looks down at you as he places his hands on either side of your head. You gasped softly when you saw his golden eyes had a red ring around them. He looked even more dangerous and powerful like this.  

“Feels so good. I feel your power.” He told you bending his head down to kiss your lips again.

“I need you inside of me.” You whispered against his lips.

You grabbed his cock with one hand. He moans as you moved his cock up and down your slit. You gasp as he pushes his hips forward, his head pushing against your tight gushing hole. He’s too big. You felt the head of cock pushing in but he was too big.

“Please.” He begs as he pushes his hips again hard. You grab his shoulders with both hands as he splits you wide open.

“Fuck.” He cries out as he pushes deeper inside of you. You were so tight around him. He could feel the wall of your pussy clenching around his thick cock. He looked down and saw only half of his cock was inside of you.

Your pussy was gushing around his cock, your pussy lips were spread open. He drops his mouth as he pushes deeper in you. You cry out, he fills you to the hilt. His happy trail tickled your clit as he moved his hips around.

“My goddess, Y/n. Please. Please.” He begged you so he can move. You pull him down by his neck giving him a kiss. You moaned as Kylo deepened the kiss with his tongue. You clench around him as you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Go slow first.” You told him softly after you pulled from the kiss. Kylo nodded and lowered himself to get closer to you. His arms caged your head. He hid his face against your neck. He planted small kisses against your neck as he started thrust in and out of you slowly.

“You feel so good.” He cries out your legs wrapped around his hips as he goes deeper in. He could feel your pussy welcoming his cock fully. You took all of him in so well.

“I want to stay inside of you all day.” He continued.

“Make you feel good. Worship you.” He said moaning as he gave you one hard thrust, you cried out as you felt the head of cock bang into your cervix.

“This pussy is so good. You are so good to me, my goddess. You are so good to me for giving me this power.”

You wrapped your arms around him. Tugging onto his hair as he harshly thrusted into you. He leaned deep into you until his balls hit your ass.

“Faster,  Kylo, please. Faster, my supreme leader.” You moan as your pussy grows wetter at this position.

He lets a growl at your command. He loved how you begged. He loved how you called him your supreme leader. He loved you saying his name even more.

You cry out as he fucked you roughly. You shut your eyes as he fucked you quickly. You felt his anger in every thrust. You felt how powerful he felt when he killed his master. You could feel everything. You laid there taking everything he gave you. His hot breath was against your neck. He chanted your name as he fucked you. With all the power you felt he had in. You felt something else. You felt his love. His love that he never showed to anyone. You could feel the desperation of wanting to be loved and wanted. So you gave him that.

He couldn’t stop. You felt too fucking good. He raised his head to see you. He felt his cock jump inside of you at the sight of you. Your eyes were golden as well. Your skin was glowing under him as well as your hair. You raised your hips meeting his thrusts. He groan as he felt you fucking yourself against his cock. The sound of skin slapping against each other was such a sweet sound to him.

“You look so beautiful.” He said, causing you to moan as he fucked you. Your pussy clenched around his cock at his words.

“You are more beautiful.” You whispered to him. Golden eyes staring at one another. He gave you a small smile.

“A goddess who is blind. I can’t believe it.” He joked softly causing you to pull him into a kiss.

“Let me give you my power.” You said out of breath as you pulled away from his lips.

“Give it to me. Please.” He begs.

He gasped as he felt you roll yourself quickly. It took a second for him to realize that he was on back. You were on top of him, his cock still deep inside of you. You threw your head backwards as you moved your hips. He stared at you with hooded eyes. You looked so good. He could see the sweat dripping down between the valley of your breasts. Your lips were parted as you let out a loud moan. He loved the feeling of your weight on him. You rode his cock as you slammed both hands on his chest. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he started to meet your thrust upwards.

“Take it. Take it.” You told him as you looked down at him. He groaned as he felt your pussy spam around him. His toes curled as his legs shook.

“I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum.” You cry out.

He let out a moan as he felt you cum on his cock. You cumming caused his own orgasm to start. He lifted his hips up making you moan. He threw his head back on the bed as he came deep inside of you. His nostrils flared as he groaned loudly. He felt it. Absolute fucking power. You gave him more power. He looked up at the ceiling of the room. He gasped for air as he felt you shift on him. His hands clenched harder on your hips causing you to wince. He looked at you softly and saw you sitting on with your eyes closed.

You opened your eyes and let out a laugh as you saw him.

“Your eyes.” You told him as you moved your hips forward and backwards enjoying the feeling of being filled. He bit back a moan as he felt both of your cum sliding down to his balls.

“My eyes?” He questions as he brings a hand to your stomach up to the breasts. You grabbed his hand and traced your lips with his fingers. You let your tongue slide out to suck his middle finger. You sucked on his fingers as you moved your hip softly. You looked down at him and saw his eyes were a bright glowing red.

‘Red. Power.’ He heard you say in his mind. He couldn’t help but give you a wide smile.

Kylo moaned as he felt you bite his fingers softly. He felt his cock jump deep inside you. He groaned when you dropped his hands to the side  and leaned forward. He wrapped his arms around you as you laid yourself on him. His cock still in you, you whispered to him.

“Rest. Even the most powerful man still needs to rest.”

Kylo felt his eyes drop slowly with every word. He saw you sit up and slowly got up from him. Both of you wince at the sudden absence of each other. His dick softens at the cool air in the room. The sound of the fire cracking was easing him to sleep.

“Rest with me.” You heard him say in a sleepy tone.

Kylo drifted to sleep as soon as he felt you lay next to him. Your head rested on his chest as he slept.

A week later Kylo found himself walking back to your temple. He was greeted with the warmth feeling again. His lips ached for you. For your embrace, for your presence.

When Kylo woke up the next day after that night, he saw you sleeping next him. You looked so peaceful, absolutely breathtaking. Your skin was practically glowing under the lights. His mouth watered at the sight of your bare breasts. Before he knew what he was doing, he had his mouth on your chest. He moaned as he sucked on your nipple. You woke up that day with Kylo between your legs. Both of you didn’t realize that it’s been a week since he came to see you. He stood for a week with you in the temple. You showed him around your temple.

You took him to the pool near your bed. You enjoyed the stories he told you about when he was younger and he enjoyed the stories you told when you were a moral. Both of you made love for an entire week. When the time came for him to return back to the First Order. Either spoke of the feeling of loneliness that both of you felt when parting ways. You felt it more especially when he left you after saying.

“I’ll miss you.” He whispered to you.

“You returned.” He heard you speak as he walked inside of the temple.

He froze when he saw you swimming in the pool in your room. You noticed him staring at you and smiled gently. You slowly walked up the steps out of the pool. He saw your wet naked body coming towards him. His eyes roam at the love marks he left on your body. He even had marks of your own on his body. He would touch those marks at night when he was alone. He would jerk himself off with one hand while the other hand held the golden pin that he took off from your dress that night. As you stood in front of him, the water on your body had dried off.

He kneels in front of you and bows.

“My goddess. I came to thank you. I did it. The power I needed to finally kill them worked.” You looked down at him and nodded.

“I’m glad, supreme leader.” You told him as he looked up. You didn’t realize he had a black bag attached to his belt until he took it out. You saw him open the bag before you.

Your eyes widen with excitement as he pulls the severed head of the girl who hurt him out of the bag. Rey.

“What you asked for. Her head.” Kylo said. You stared at the dead girl's head for a moment. He held her up from one of her buns.

You leaned forward and grabbed the head from his grasp.

“How did you feel when you killed her?” You asked looking at him then at the head.

“Powerful.” Kylo said. He could still hear Rey’s cries and plead for mercy. All Kylo did was stare down at her with his red eyes.

“Good.” You told him as you walked away to place the head on the altar near your bed.

You noticed he had stood up. You looked over your shoulder and saw him walking towards you. You heard him take his leather gloves off before dropping them on the bed. You felt him standing behind you. His hands made their way to your naked body.

“I have a suggestion, my goddess.” Kylo whispers to you as his hands grabbed your breasts from behind.

You close your eyes as you lean against him enjoying his hands on you.

“What’s your suggestion, my supreme leader.” You moan out as he cupped your pussy with one hand. You bit your lip as he rubbed your clit slowly.

“Come back with me to the Finalizer. Even the most powerful goddess needs her rest.” He said leaning down to rub his nose against your hair.

“We can create our own little paradise.” Kylo said.

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The Son: Chapter 21

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to get to you guys! A lot goes on so I hope that makes up for lost time. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: A certain scene from the clone wars series is mentioned here in italics, yes it is straight from the script I did not add anything myself but it does mention drugging.

Word Count: 5,412

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

“He knows we’re here? How?” Poe asked.

It took all of a second of looking at her to understand they most likely connected once more. Grabbing Poe’s hand and beginning to move, “The how doesn’t matter, we need to get out of here, now.”

You mentally beat yourself up slightly as you allowed yourself to lose focus and not understand that Kylo had connected with Rey again but knew it wasn’t the time. The group began to pick up the pace and run as fast as you could through the crowd, aiming towards where you had landed the ship.

As your team was running, “Freeze! Hold it right there.”

A stormtrooper with his gun held up towards you spoke, “I’ve located the Resistance fugitives. All units, report-”

He was suddenly cut short with an arrow through his eye, your group flinching as the arrow flew past. 

Turning to look behind, there was a humanoid figure wearing a helmet, a crossbow in his hands, “Follow me.”

Your group shared a small look before begrudgingly following the person who turned and began walking. There was a pill shaped land trawler with decorations hung up on all sides, the person making towards an opening in the side.

“Hurry,” they stepped up to another door inside that led to the front where the driver was, “Leia sent me a transmission.” They slid open an eyehole and spoke a foreign language temporarily with a creature beyond the door, seemingly operating the vehicle.

“How’d you find us?” Finn asked, regaining his breath.

They took off their helmet and revealed themselves to be… Lando Calrissian! You only recognized him through Leia’s memories but knew he was someone that you could trust.

“Wookies stand out in a crowd,” he smirked.

Chewbacca immediately let out a few noises and pushed forward to wrap him in a hug, reuniting with an old friend.

Lando laughed, “It’s good to see you too buddy!”

“This is General Lando Calrissian,” 3PO chimed in.

“We know who he is, 3PO,” Rey responded, turning toward the golden droid with a knowing look.

“It is an honor, General,” Finn said with admiration.

“General Calrissian, we’re looking for Exegol,” Poe got to business as you didn’t have much time before the First Order most likely swarmed the place.

He took a look at each of you before replying, “Of course you are.” He raised his arm to show his wrist, clicking a button on the device there to display a hologram of the Sith wayfinder, “Only two were made.”

“A Sith wayfinder,” Rey exclaimed. “Luke Skywalker came here to find one.”

He chuckled, “I know. I was with him. Luke and I were tailing an old Jedi hunter.” He clicked a button once more and displayed a pale looking fish-like man, “Ochi of Bestoon. He was carrying a clue that could lead to a wayfinder. We followed his ship halfway across the galaxy here. When we got to his ship, it was abandoned. No clue. No wayfinder.”

Rey’s eyebrow dropped in thought, “Is Ochi’s ship still here?”

“It’s out in the desert, where he left it.”

“We need to get to that ship, search it again,” Rey spoke with vigor.

Her trepidation worried you slightly but you understood her anxiety all the same.

After she had spoken, the sounds of transports began to fill your ears through the crowd, leading you and Calrissian to peek out the window of the machine you were in. To your annoyance, there were multiple TIE’s and troop transports flying overhead.

“I got a bad feeling about this,” Lando admitted. Turning to your team once more, “Ochi’s ship is out past Lurch Canyon, go.”

“Thank you, General,” you spoke, offering him a grateful smile as your team began to move out.

“You too, Chewie,” Lando responded to Chewbacca’s roar for him to keep safe.

“Leia needs pilots, General,” Rey turned at the door to face Lando one last time.

“My flying days are long gone. But do me a favor, give Leia my love,” he smiled.

“You should give it to her yourself. Thank you,” Rey finalized before she jumped out of the vehicle, you following after.

Your group began running the moment your feet hit the ground, curving around a stone structure for cover Poe shouted, “There! Those speeders.”

There were two speeders parked just on the outside of the crowd that your group veered over towards. When you arrived, Poe wasted no time getting on his back and underneath the speeder.

“We don’t have the ignition keys, we need to keep moving,” you commented, looking around to scout.

You barely got the words out before the speeder suddenly revved up and turned on, Poe popping out from under it and opening a side panel on the other one to snip some wires.

“How do you know how to do that?” Finn asked, an expectant look on his face.

You turned to face the speeder and approached as well, “Yeah, Poe, how do you know how to do that?”

Hotwiring was a skill Poe never told you he had and as far as you knew, was a skill he wouldn’t have just picked up in the Resistance.

“No need to worry, I made it!” C3PO finally approached as his frame didn’t allow him to have much mobility.

A group of the natives began shouting and moving in your direction and you realized you were most likely stealing their speeders. 

“We gotta go,” Poe cut both of your questions short and moved to get on the speeder.

With a sigh, you got on the speeder as well, making sure to remember to ask Poe about it later. You were on one of the speeders with Rey, Chewie, and BB-8 while Poe and Finn took up the other with 3PO. You rushed off into the desert, aiming towards Ochi’s ship that wasn’t quite in sight yet. To your dismay, within moments, lasers began flying past you and you turned to see troopers on the chase. Without wasting any time, Rey turned and began firing back with her pistol as Chewie began to shoot as well. Igniting your sabers, you focused on defense as throwing one of them at this speed and with such rough terrain would prove tremendously difficult. There were two speeders trailing you with two troopers on each one, soon to be only a singular trooper as the speeders suddenly tipped forward and launched the troopers on the back. They began flying as the jetpacks on their backs activated and you were soon being attacked on two fronts. 

“Oh! They fly now!” 3PO shouted.

“They fly now?” Finn also shouted, adding to the surprise.

“They fly now,” Poe affirmed, turning back to focus on driving.

Rey began evasive maneuvers as you now had to dodge from two different directions in a rather open area, your footing nearly coming loose as you attempted to deflect the laser bolts. 

“We can’t keep this up forever!” you yelled over the sounds of the chase.

As if the trooper could hear you and wanted to hammer the point home, one of the flying ones sent out missiles from his gun, flying overhead and landing just in front of your speeder to try and avoid your sabers and destroy your transport. Luckily for your group, while dodging you came across tall mountain structures that Finn and Poe were able to funnel through. Unfortunately, your speeder was separated from Poe’s but at the least they weren’t in open coverage any longer. 

Still trying to avoid the missiles from above and the blasts from the speeder behind you, BB-8 began chirping loudly, something about a gas canister.

“Not now, BB-8!” Rey managed to respond over her steering.

Managing a look from the corner of your eye as you deflected, BB-8 began to poke at the gas canister that was sitting in the back of the speeder. After a few attempts at prodding at it, it suddenly ignited and flew into the air, exploding into a yellow powder bomb that acted as a smokescreen. It wasn’t long before the trooper followed you out of the smoke but with his sight impeded so heavily, he ended up driving straight into a small rock that acted as a ramp, sending him up into the air.

With a yell, Rey hit the handbrake on the speeder and drifted you to the side, using her other arm to aim at the speeder that was now directly above you and fire underneath it at its engine. After a few laser bolts, the speeder exploded, a few parts being flung in your direction that you blocked with the force after throwing your arms up in defense. 

“Never underestimate a droid!” Rey said with a smile as she resumed steering.

The other transport was still presumably following Poe’s speeder as you had no sight of it, though now both of the flying troopers were on your tail. Thankfully, Chewie managed to get a shot off on one of them, his jetpack malfunctioning and sending him slamming against the ground. Now, a ship was finally visible, resting just atop a small stone structure in the middle of an open desert, other mid-sized mountain ranges scattered along the horizon. 

“Ochi’s ship! I’ve seen that ship before,” Rey called out.

“Rey! You get all of them?” Finn called out, making you look to your left to see them now riding alongside you.

“There’s still one-” you were in the middle of replying before the trooper once again sent missiles from his weapon.

Both missiles hit their targets as your group got launched by the explosion, both speeders destroyed and landing on a strange black colored pool of what seemed like rocks. After landing, you tried to get back up but found it to be slightly difficult as you heard the trooper flying overhead. He was about to make another pass but your group recovered, managing to aim and fire back even on your backs and knees. A few bolts whirred past you which you avoided before the collective blasting of your friends eventually hit the trooper. His jetpack also malfunctioned and sent him into a flurry, ending up with him crashing into a mountainside with a small explosion following. The shockwave made you among the others flinch backwards slightly and that’s when you felt yourself begin to sink.

“What the hell is this?” Poe scurried as he began to sink as well. 

“Sinking fields! Try to grab something!” Rey explained.

There were parts of the speeders scattered around but unfortunately for you, you had already placed your weight on your hands to pull yourself out before Rey explained where you were. Your hands were immobilized as the more you tried to pull them out, the more the rest of your body sank. 

“Poe!” you yelled, true fear striking you as his body was soon to be consumed before your eyes.

“Y/N-” his words were cut short as his head sank underneath.

Things were moving much too quickly and before you even had a chance to focus and use the force, you were also soon taken by the sinking sands. 

“BB-8!” you heard faintly over the muffled effect of the sand as you sank.

Father... sister... I’m sor-

Your final death woes were cut short as you heard cracking underneath you and before you knew it, you had a searing pain in your backside. 

“Ow,” you moaned, opening your eyes to see a small cave before you.

You had landed straight on your behind and before long you saw BB-8’s head pop out from another crack that had formed, his small metallic body slamming against the floor.

Just behind where he landed, you also noticed Poe strewn out across the ground, gaining his bearings as well, “Y/N?”

You got up and rushed to his side, helping him get up and bringing him into a hug immediately, “Maker, I thought I watched you die in front of me.”

You could feel his body sag with a sigh as he held you in return, “Me too, I’m glad you’re safe.”

Separating from each other, the both of you looked around, “Rey! Finn!”

“You didn’t say my name, sirs but I am alright,” C3PO made himself known behind you as he walked forward.

You seemed to be in a small cave system with many cavities carved throughout like small roads. You wondered if it was a natural cave or... something worse.

Crackling from above came from a few feet ahead of you and Poe rushed forward to anticipate another one of your companions falling through. Eventually, they broke through and Rey stumbled down into Poe’s arms, Poe helping her softly to the ground as she gained her bearings.

“You alright?” Poe asked.

“Yeah, where’s Finn?” she asked as well.

“Where’s Chewie?” you asked, standing next to them.

As you spoke, a loud crack came from behind you and Chewie’s large figure dropped down as well.

“That answers that,” you said simply.

“I’m good,” Finn made himself known, walking through one of the cavities carved out into the small clearing where you were congregated.

“Ah. Master Finn,” C3PO greeted him.

“What is this place?” Poe questioned.

“This isn’t the afterlife, is it? Are droids allowed here?” 3PO pondered.

Finn came up and put a hand on Rey and Finn’s shoulders, looking towards you, “I thought we were goners.”

“We might still be,” 3PO commented in the back.

“Which way out?” Finn continued.

Rey took her lightsaber out and ignited it for light, Poe glancing at it from the corner of his eye before he begrudgingly turned on his flashlight, producing much... less light than Rey.

You turned from the group and began to head down one of the passageways, “Let’s go.”

Rey turned first to follow, “We have to hurry.” Rey addressed Finn as she walked, “So what was it?”

“What?”

“What you were gonna tell me,” she responded.

You continued walking and took notice of the strange shape the walls had. They were smooth yet had small continuous ripples throughout. It reminded you of when a rock fell into a pond and the waves emanated outwards. 

“When?” Finn asked.

“When you were sinking in the sand, you said, ‘I never told you...’” Rey tried to spark his memory.

“I’ll tell you later,” you heard him reply.

“You mean when Poe and Y/N’s not here?” Poe sassily approached them.

“Yeah, mhmm,” Finn affirmed.

“We’re gonna die in sand burrows and we’re all keeping secrets?” Poe pressed as he walked past them and towards you.

Deciding the light from behind you wasn’t enough after needing to strain your eyes enough, you ignited your white saber as well for lighting, “Is this really the time?”

“I’ll tell you as soon as you tell us about all that shifty stuff you do,” Finn pressed back.

“Actually, this might be exactly the time,” you admitted, still walking forward but wanting to hear Poe’s response.

The small passageway you were walking through once again opened up into a smaller room with a few other passageways leading in different directions when Poe spoke, “I do not wanna know what made these tunnels.”

His avoidance of explanation twice now began to gnaw at the back of your mind. Why is Poe intentionally keeping things from me? Is there a past he doesn’t want me to know about? Even after I told him everything about mine... 

“Judging by the circumference of the tunnel walls,” 3PO began to explain.

“I said I do not wanna know. Not,” Poe turned back to look at the droid and drive the point forward.

Your group trekked for a short while longer, the order of which led changing with 3PO somehow in the front. Poe was shortly behind him with BB-8 in front of him, his flashlight hitting a corner and illuminating something different than the sand walls. 

“Woah, what is that?” Poe directed toward 3PO, still not close enough to make it out while the golden droid was standing in front of it.

Finn was just behind Poe and after coming a bit closer, “Is that a speeder?”

“An old one,” Rey came up from the back of the group.

“Perhaps we will find the driver,” 3PO pondered.

BB-8 booped and beeped and Poe responded, “Yep, BB-8, I think dead too.”

You really wondered if he didn’t know how to speak droid or not because that was exactly what the small ball had said.

C3PO was inspecting the front of the speeder when he spoke, “Oh my. A hex charm.”

“A what?” Poe turned back from inspecting a tunnel.

“A common emblem of Sith loyalists,” he explained.

You came closer as well to inspect it and your brows came to knit together, “Why is it that I don’t recognize this?”

“Sith,” Rey muttered.

“This was Ochi’s?” Finn surmised.

“Luke sensed it, Ochi never left this place,” Rey walked around the vehicle.

“Why can’t I...” you muttered to yourself. 

Your fingers grazed over the emblem, holding your lightsaber as close as you could to ensure you could capture it in the light. Yet... nothing came to you. How was it that a Sith emblem was lost to you? You feared you weren’t quite as attuned to your dark nature as you once thought you were, and knew it meant nothing but bad news.

“And he ended up down here,” Finn continued off of Rey.

“He was headed for his ship,” Poe began to understand. “Same thing happened to us, happened to him.”

“So how did Ochi get out?” Finn wondered.

You noticed them begin to move down one of the passages and shook off your thoughts, moving to follow them as well.

“He didn’t,” Rey finished, stopping in her tracks.

The rest of you caught up and noticed a skeleton in the room in front of you.

“No he didn’t,” Finn put his hands on his hips.

“Bones, I don’t like bones,” Poe strained.

“Bones? Never a good sign,” C3PO managed to sound as dreaded as possible which didn't help at all.

BB-8 chirped and Rey, taking off her staff, said, “Yeah, I see it.”

She walked forward towards the corner that BB-8 rolled towards and reached for something that BB-8 blew some sand off of. As she removed it, your eyes landed on a unique designed dagger.

As Rey held it, she muttered, “Horrible things... have happened with this.”

You felt out for the dagger and felt the same pain and suffering Rey had, though not as concentrated as she did whilst holding it.

“There’s writing on it,” Poe noticed.

“Perhaps I can translate,” 3PO offered.

The golden droid held it up to his eyes after Rey handed it to him, “Oh! The location of the wayfinder has been inscribed upon this dagger. It’s the clue that Master Luke was looking for.

“And?”

“Where’s the wayfinder?” Poe finished Finn’s question.

“I am afraid I cannot tell you,” 3PO lowered his arm and turned back towards you all.

“What?” you said, two seconds from grabbing the dagger and doing it yourself.

“20.3 fazillion languages, you can’t read that?” Poe accused.

“Oh, I have read it sir. I know exactly where the wayfinder is,” 3PO responded pridefully. “Unfortunately, it is written in the runic language of the Sith.”

“So what?” Rey fired.

“My programming forbids me from translating it,” he bit back.

“So, you’re telling us the one time we need you to talk, you can’t?” Poe looked at the droid with disappointment.

“Irony, sir,” 3PO responded, looking between the group before he walked over to the side.

“Give it here, I’ll do it, maker,” you muttered. 

“I am mechanically incapable of translating from Sith,” the droid appeased.

As he spoke, a small rumbling began to penetrate the ground and a large figure began to rise behind him. 

“I believe the rule was passed by the Senate of the Old Republic,” his explanation continued. Finn and Poe raised their guns while you and Rey raised your sabers in his direction which made him turn and scream as the large creature behind him opened its large mouth and screeched, “Serpent! Serpent! Serpent!” 

He rushed behind your group as you stood your ground and looked upon the large worm-like creature. It had six eyes, two large ones on each side of its face with two smaller ones joining them. It only had about fourteen teeth but they were large and menacing. While it snarled at you a few times, it hadn’t made a move to attack you at all, prompting you and Rey to put down Finn and Poe’s guns. You put a hand on Rey’s shoulder and she looked over to you, receiving a nod. You wanted her to try to connect with the creature, and you knew that she could do it. If it was truly violent, it would have already attacked your group several times over by then. She handed her saber to the side as she made eye contact with the serpent, Finn taking it out of her hands. 

“Rey,” Finn whispered.

The light from their flashlights and your sabers managed to pick up more than just the head of the creature. Its entire body was wrapped around the room in front of you, its long shafted body coiling around. Rey approached it and it snarled but still ultimately did nothing, allowing her to step over its body.

“Y/N,” Poe stressed, aiming his gun at the creature again.

“Don’t,” you whispered.

“Shh,” Finn shushed the group.

Rey was right in the middle of it now, the serpent's body circled around her multiple times with its head right above her and hissing.

“I’m gonna blast it,” Poe stated.

“Don’t blast it,” you and Finn said simultaneously.

Rey lowered herself to the ground and reached a soft and steady hand towards its body. The moment her hand came to touch its skin, it roared which made her stop in her tracks. She didn’t remove her hand however and it still did not attack her.

She closed her eyes and began to focus and that’s when you noticed. The serpent was hurt, scratched in some manner and was bleeding. Focusing her force energy, she managed to actually transfer some of it from her body into the serpent, effectively healing the damage the creature had taken. Poe slowly lowered his gun as he took notice of her actions as well. Before long, the bleeding was completely gone and the wound looked as if it were never there. The serpent blinked slowly and groaned in a contented tone before turning its head and beginning to slide through a separate tunnel. Rey removed her hand as if it were shocked statically and held her wrist while rubbing it slightly. Eventually, its entire body was gone and with it, a passageway crumbling open with light pouring inward. 

BB-8 was the first to roll forward and beeped at Rey, “I just transferred a bit of life. Force energy from me to him. You would have done the same.”

The last part she responded to the droid after he beeped back at her questionably. 

You came up to her while she was still in her kneeled position and helped her up with a hand on her shoulder, “When did you learn to do that?”

“I’m... not sure. I just, felt it,” she tried to explain.

You gave her a slight smile, wondering just how powerful she might be. Force heal was not an easy force technique, and it certainly wasn’t one anyone could do on a whim. Chewie picked up the dagger from where 3PO dropped it and brought it up to you, offering it carefully. You took the knife from his hands and looked over it, seeing the inscriptions along the blade. Though when you tried to read it, you came up blank.

“3PO are you sure this is Sith?” you questioned, turning it over in your hands.

“Of course, Master Y/N! That is the runic language of the Sith,” the robot replied.

“Then why can’t I read it?” you asked aloud, fervently focusing on it yet still not understanding the symbols.

“Wait, I thought you knew Sith?” Poe came up to you, shining his flashlight on the blade as well.

“I knew it better than I knew common, yet,” you sighed, “I can’t seem to understand a single symbol.”

First you weren’t able to recognize the Sith loyalist emblem, and now you had lost your ability to understand Sith. These developments were turning for the worst as you wondered what else you were suddenly incapable of. It didn’t make any sense. You knew Sith because of your former position but even then, you used the language for thousands of years. Even if somehow that power was lost to you, the language would have had to stick anyway right? Your thoughts were brought back to how your wayfinding ability was muddled and your future visions were no longer coming to you. If Snoke wasn’t the one blocking me, perhaps it’s been Palpatine all this time. Who knows what kind of power he has amassed over centuries.

“That’s weird, right?” Finn offered, standing at the now open passageway with light.

You continued to look at the dagger as if you would suddenly begin to recognize the language to no avail when Poe placed a hand on your shoulder, “We need to get out of here, sweetheart. We’ll figure this out later, together.”

You finally ripped your eyes from the blade and handed it back to Chewie who placed it in his bag, “Yeah, let’s go.”

Your group exited the underground to the surface to see Ochi’s ship not far from your position. This time as you walked, you made sure to avoid any and all of the small pools of sinking sands. Luckily they were colored a darker gray so it was easy to discern it from the normal sand. 

As your group got closer and began to scale the rock structure the ship was on, C3PO spoke up, “We cannot possibly fly in that old wreck.”

“We gotta keep moving. Find someone who can translate that dagger, like a helpful droid,” Poe pressed.

“Our ship is most definitely impounded or completely surrounded so this is our only way off this planet,” you added.

Hurt panged through you momentarily at your own incapability to read the language inscribed on the dagger. Your already precarious situation wouldn’t have been much more complicated if you could have just read what was written.

“Yeah they’ll throw us in the Pits of Griq,” Finn threatened.

“Yeah,” Poe chuckled. “And use you as a target droid.”

“You both make, excellent points. At times,” the golden droid admitted.

Finn was helping Poe get a leg up to keep climbing the rock when Rey turned off and walked towards the edge. You noticed it and slowly edged towards her, noticing her focusing on something in the distance.

Finn came up behind you, “What is it?”

Rey turned and handed her staff to Finn, “I’ll be right behind you.” She gave him her bag as well, “It’s ok.”

“Poe,” you called up to him a bit higher, telling him more with your eyes.

He looked back down with his hands on his hips and sighed, “Yeah, we’ll get the ship ready.”

With a nod, you clapped Finn’s shoulder and set back down the rock with Rey. You walked just a step behind her as the two of you began to walk slowly into the open desert. You weren’t quite far from the rock, but had put enough distance to hear the ships engines begin to fire up behind you. You walked with Rey a bit further then she came to a stop. You could feel him by now too, hear the roar of his ship's engine, it was Ren.

“Are you ready? I won’t be helping until I absolutely have to,” you attempted to strengthen her.

She turned to you and nodded once sharply before turning back towards the direction Kylo was flying towards you. You put the force energy into your hands and feet and pushed off as you ran toward the mountainside, launching yourself up sizeable high before sticking your lightsaber into the side of the cliff and hanging. For now, you would overlook their battle. It was entirely possible the nexus event was upon you here and now, but you couldn’t risk it if it wasn’t. Your mission was far greater than the risk of losing this current war, it was missing out on yet another millennium before being able to awaken, not the intention of your father and sister. 

Kylo leveled his TIE fighter at the same height as Rey, flying just along the surface of the sand. She ignited her saber in response and turned around! Facing the other direction, she had her back turned towards him and it seemed to enrage him further. His TIE picked up speed and was now beaming towards her quickly, and just as he was beginning to get closer, she began to run. 

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She leaped just as Ren’s ship was about to run her through, with a yell, twisting her body and thrusting her saber through one of the wings, severing it from the ship. She landed back on the ground as Kylo’s ship began to wobble, unsteady with only one side pushing forward. The other wing separated and broke off, leaving only the center cockpit to remain as it crashed and scraped against the ground for hundreds of feet. As soon as it came to a crashing halt, the hull suddenly exploded!

“Rey! Rey!” Finn came shouting towards Rey.

You deactivated your blade and fell back down the mountainside, using the force to push with your hands and soften your fall. 

“They got Chewie! They got him!” he yelled just as a First Order transport ship took off behind him.

As you were running towards them, Rey reached out with the force and held the transport in place. Its engines were scrambling to take off yet she held it just the same and attempted to drag it back in. As you arrived finally, the three of you took notice of a Kylo Ren walking towards you from the direction his ship had just exploded in, completely unscathed. He began to reach out with the force as well and pull the ship out of Rey’s control. Deciding enough was enough, you reached your arm up to help Rey when you were struck concussed by a foreign object to your head.

“Y/N!” Finn yelled.

Fear struck through Rey as well, muddling the strength in her pull.

Before you knew it, you were on the ground with a stinging pain in the side of your head. Finn had come up to you and yanked whatever was there out and you could finally pull a breath into your lungs-

“Leaving so soon?” you mused, holding Ahsoka in a headlock in the back of their ship. You turned her back around to face you as you choked her, “Not without this you won’t.”

The drop hatch opened in front of you and Anakin stared in horror as you dropped her through it and dived through yourself, “Ahsoka!”

You metamorphosed into your large bat form and held her by your legs bringing her back to your citadel.

...

“You are alone now,” you walked slowly around a drugged Ahsoka in your small goblin form. “If you are to survive, you must forget your master.”

You pulled her by the hand as she brought her free one up to her head, “I don’t think I-”

Grabbing her further by the arm, you bit her forearm, injecting a dark poison. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” you were suddenly pulled back into reality on Ochi’s ship.

You grunted as a painful pulse went through your head, “What did they do to me?”

The ship was rocking slightly and you could just barely hear over the ringing in your ears the sounds of lasers firing. 

“Y/N! Baby, you better be ok, imma get us out of here,” Poe yelled over his shoulder while piloting the ship.

Finn was in front of you, “They hit you with some kind of electric bullet. I couldn’t tell what it was since we were in a-”

Another lapse of pain hurt so badly it knocked you right out.

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[short-wooloo]

I figured out a way Mara Jade (and a Jade-Skywalker baby) can be incorporated into SW canon

Wanna hear it?

Baby

So I figure that Mara could be another early Jedi student of Luke, still an ex-imperial, but not Palpatine's personal assassin, just an imperial intelligence agent, or alternatively she is a part of a cadre of Force sensitive spies/agents, the results of the Inquisitors mass kidnapping of Force sensitive children, but anyways...

Mara and Luke met not long after the war's end, and although Mara has talent, she ultimately chose not to join up and be a Jedi as a lifestyle, but Mara still helps the Luke out, finding artifacts, documents, potential recruits, etc, and two remained close, having a casual on/off relationship, which leads me to...

Mara ultimately conceived a child with Luke, the baby being born in 26.5 ABY (same time as Ben Skywalker in legends), the kid is a girl and her name is Nellith (the name is a reference to what was going to be the name of Luke's sister before Lucas opted to combine the character with Leia) now Mara chose not to tell Luke about this, as she knew how important rebuilding the Jedi was and didn't want to distract Luke, and maybe she got some bad vibes from Ben Solo and didn't want Nellith around him, but Mara did intend to bring Nellie to the Jedi and meet Luke eventually when everyone was ready

And then disaster (28 ABY)

Luke is missing, his temple is destroyed, his students gone, and there's some dark side warlord of an Imperial Remnant faction leaving no stone unturned looking for Luke

So Mara and Nellith go to ground, they effectively disappear, keeping a low profile and out of sight of the First Order/Kylo Ren, especially once the new war begins, of course, Mara can't completely disappear, her conscious won't allow it, so she acts as an informant for the Resistance, even keeping direct contact with Leia

and although Mara never tells Leia about Nellith and who her father is, Leia figures things out on her own, but says nothing out of respect for Mara's privacy and wishes

And after ROS, Mara decides its time, and brings Nellith to Rey and Finn, intending to help them rebuild the Jedi, finish her own training, and let Nellith follow the path of her father

[heirtotheempire]

OK I want to talk about the Sequels because dangit it makes me so mad how much potential some of these characters had. Pushing any of them to more extreme ends of their respective roles would have fixed so many issues with their characters.

Finn doesn't defect as quickly- perhaps he gets trapped in Poe's ship when Poe is trying to make an escape, or he gets captured by the Resistance to get information out of. Either way, the years of propaganda have him firmly set in his ways and it takes the course of the whole trilogy to unlearn everything and see the horrors of the First Order. He experiences guilt over what he's done, but learns to focus on what he can do to change the future rather than getting stuck in the past.

Poe could have been much more like Saw Gerrera. Perhaps his home planet was raided by the First Order and the Resistance couldn't help them, but he joins them anyway due to sharing the same goals. But he undermines the authority figures by doing his own thing, using their resources to make more extremist plans. He's the one who tries to use Finn for information, hating him for being a stormtrooper and treating him less-then-ideal. But as the story progresses, he learns to trust Finn and starts viewing things in a more nuanced manner (seeing troopers as people. Bad people, but still people, many of which joined the military to feed their family).

Rose, after witnessing the death of her sister, becomes almost suicidal in her actions. She wants to do more and more drastic things to screw with the First Order, but often at the expense of her own safety. She doesn't have much to live for in her eyes anyway, so she doesn't care. But she finds purpose in directly helping others instead, wanting to prevent more unnecessary deaths like her sister's and using her hatred and grief for good.

Hux.... Well, he already is at an extreme. He's loud and angry and self centered. I think it works, but definitely more build up to him being a spy, and far more emphasis on the selfishness of his motives.

Kylo Ren honestly needs a whole separate post to work out how I'd fix him. I'm too tired to write all that out😅

And finally, Rey, who I saved for last because I have the most thoughts about her.

Rey was her best as a nobody. Someone disconnected from Palpatine. A scavenger on a distant planet no one cared about. So we lean more into that! What if she was far more self centered when we first meet her. She grew up on the idea that everyone is out to get her, that if she trusts others then they will just use her, and that above all else, she has to focus on herself and herself ONLY. She hardly speaks Basic, knows a few words but can't hold a conversation, which causes issues when she first meets Finn and Poe. She doesn't give up on trying to sell BB-8, because she wants to be able to eat. She knows next to nothing about the politics of the First Order, just that they are too nosy and she just wants them to leave her alone. And she knows NOTHING about the Jedi.

So Rey sneaks on board of a Resistance ship, likely when trying to kidnap BB-8. She meets the Resistance as formally as she can. She gets taught Basic, and we see her skills improve as time progresses. As she gains access to a consistent source of food, she begins to trust people and learns about why the First Order is bad. It takes time for her to outgrow the self-centered attitude she's had for so long, but she opens herself up- and in turn allows herself to feel the Force. In order for her to actually be connected with the Force (which is also representative of a connection to other life), she has to be open to trusting and caring for others. Her arc is becoming selfless and brave, which helps her become stronger in the Force despite her background.

[mystarwarsmatters]

The more I think about it, the worse Disney Wars world-building gets.

I loved TFA when it initially came out, so much that I saw it 3x because of what it promised, but looking back it’s just an unsteady mess. The fact that the movies following it don’t explain anything definitely doesn’t help, but we literally get nothing about how the First Order came to power or their relation to the New Republic beyond Starkiller Base blowing up its main planets.

How the hell were they able to make a bigger Death Star while the republic existed? Who was funding the First Order this whole time? Who started it? Why did the FO use stormtroopers like the Empire? If they had to rely on stealing kids instead of clones or conscripting troops then how does ranking work? Was Hux stolen as a child but managed to be put into a position of power at a relatively young age regardless? By who if so? Snoke? How???

Why did Leia have to become a general at the head of this resistance? Was she a chancellor-figure beforehand and then she stepped down to fight when no one else would? Why? She could do more as a figurehead with actual power in front of the galaxy instead of doing grunt-work in comparison, so what was her being on the frontlines supposed to accomplish?

How can the Jedi become a myth in 30 years or less? When did Luke start Jedi training? It was speculated that Luke took kids to train (cringe) but they were all murdered by the Knights of Ren and Kylo when Kylo was 15? Or older? Why would it take so long for Luke to start training new Jedi? I know it would probably take years after ROTJ but not that many years? Why would that be enough to make Luke retreat to an island on an isolated planet?

Did Luke know that Han and Leia separated? It seems like everything went to hell once Kylo destroyed the budding Jedi and that’s what made Han and Leia split, but then Luke also fucked off completely at the same time??? Did Lando know? Did any of these friends keep in touch with one another?? Why did Chewie never go home to Kashyyyk once the empire was destroyed???

Why is Jakku a place for imperial junk?? Why would Rey have a doll with an Orange flight suit like Luke’s in the OT? How did she learn to fly when she’s never been off-planet or left her dwelling for like 15 years?? How could Poe be thrown from a crash site and survive? Why was R2 asleep this whole time?? Did Kylo and Finn have any relationship whatsoever??? How did Finn and Rey know what Jedi were when their childhoods were so isolated?? WHY DID THREEPIO HAVE A RED ARM AND WHY DID IT MATTER??????

[onewomancitadel]

Reylo confession time (permission to skin me alive) but don't keep reading if you love TLJ: I actually find TLJ not an overall particularly... great? amazing? completely watchable film?, and whilst I think its guiding ethos was actually pretty sound (death which brings new life) and its online reaction overblown - to my own personal tastes, I don't like a lot of it. I enjoy when the Force and Resistance plotlines intersect but I find the latter extremely tedious. (I enjoy Rose, and Paige's last stand at the beginning of the film). I get that it goes back to the OT and its original dogfighting, war film influences, but I really do not overall enjoy the plot of 'rebelling against the evil empire' blah blah, and it's particularly bad in the ST since TLJ is saddled with rehashing the exact same conflict as the OT which the first Sequel Trilogy film sets up and forces us to sit through.

There's a foundational issue with it as a consequence of TFA and I don't buy into it and I find it very hard to care about because Bowser will come back in the Sequel Sequel Trilogy, presumably, and it's less mythic more than it is like, the same shit all over again.

I think there's also the issue in that Kylo Ren can't replicate the connective tissue between the Force and Resistance plotlines the way Darth Vader does, because he's not in the same position of authority (Hux wields a lot of that) and because he's so obviously the Prodigial Son/Cursed Prince. The only bit that really works for me is the scene with Luke at the end, and that's really where I think the two plotlines work together for something actually greater than its parts.

In this sense, Kylo Ren having less authority and more evident narrative sympathy from Day 1 with Driver's performance makes the story overall suffer (in terms of a retread of the OT), because it's trying to retread the OT and moving around parts which can't be moved around. This isn't a TLJ problem per se, this is a ST problem, and I think that's why TLJ takes such a specific and personal focus on Kylo Ren with the Force Bond storyline. It adds something new, it justifies why the ST exists, because it's not just Vader redone - and one can dispute the Anidala redemption of the relationship all one likes, but I think that Reylo is justified on the grounds that it's new and it works with the role Kylo Ren has been given (and Rey, as the outsider).

But that's why I don't find it interesting once Rey turns to the Resistance plotline at the very end because I don't have very much emotional investment in it, and I get it - it's often justified on the grounds that well, now she has a taste of true emotional awakening, the Resistance and Force stories can properly cohere in the third film (which never happened) - but all of this is feeding into each other in that where the ST has a unique identity, it's weakened by the saddle of the OT retreading. Which is ironic, because the online furore was so soundly grounded in it not being the latter enough, and where it does retread it, who actually remembers what the OT was about anyway? Lol. Fundamental aspects of the OT identity are discarded where personal power fantasy has been inserted.

It makes me feel a bit weird because I know Reylos generally love TLJ and I kept this to myself for a long time, and no, I don't think criticisms of TLJ generally come from the same place as me. What I'm basically saying is that the Reylo plotline works so well for what the ST uniquely is, and what it uniquely has to say - and I enjoy the Rey-Luke dynamic as well, especially because I love realistic characterisation, do none of you remember Luke with Yoda lol, why does everybody want Rey to be universally perfect and loved by everybody ever it's so weird - and the film is just really dragged down with baggage and the Resistance plotline. I wish that it were interwoven better, and part of that is clearly production changes (Poe was meant to die in the first film) and part of that is the most interesting parts being left for the third film which were never reprised (Stormtrooper rebellion with Finn), and I also recognise that this comes down to personal taste. I'm much more interested in the heart of SW than I am in the overall aesthetics, and this is why EU material doesn't interest me at all.

[adidegmez]

sequel movies spoilers

i wrote these when i was watching the movies so they are a little bit messy.

Star wars Force Awakens spoilers

I don't like stormtroopers. I liked the movie but i cant stand seeing stormtroopers, i just cant. (I can't do it after what happened to the clones).

But i liked rey she is a good person like she didn't sell bb8.

a stormtrooper using Anakin Skywalker's and Luke Skywalker's lightsaber. I am not okay with it. Finn might be a good person in the future but for now i don't like him. He just escaped. Thats what he did during the movie.

And Poe. I love him. I love Oscar Isaac. I watched resistance s1 so i knew him and bb8. And i liked them there and here. Their relationship reminds me anakin and r2. And i like them all. They would do anything to save each other.

Han Chewie Leia C3PO R2D2 i love them. They were perfect in here too. If I had watched Star Wars a long time ago, I would have felt more nostalgia. But it still nice nostalgia, i nearly cried. And it hasn't been a month since I've watched the original trilogy.

i didnt like kylo ren. he is crazy(i couldnt find a better word). He resists the light. I am turning to the light help me turn back to dark blah blah...(i dont get it and i didnt like that scene).

I didn't like the idea of ​​their son turning evil. I guess there were different plans for this trilogy, our original trio are trying to bring order to the galaxy. luke was happy han and leia had 3 children and they were all good.(if i am not wrong it is in legends?). ı would've liked it more.

but instead of that we ended up with a stormtrooper. From what I understand, they conditioned the stormtroopers since they were little.

sad but i dont care. that doesnt change the fact that finn lied to poe and rey just to get himself to safety.

han died. he didnt deserve this. han and leia didnt deserve a son like ren.

visuals of the movie was decent. i saw bad things about this trilogy this wasnt too bad but I too would prefer legends story(I suppose) as well.

Newt is in first order🤔

last jedi spoilers

first scene was perfect. it was funny. I love poe.

In the scene where Luke takes the lightsaber, I thought he wouldn't pick it up and throw it, right? yes, yes, he wouldnt. he did.

finn tried to run again. but at least this gave them a good idea.

i like maz (she will probably die). nice, she didnt die.

reys first lesson is funny.

ben solo being their last hope. no. luke is.

yoda...

how did mark hamill let that happen

i thought rose's plan would work too.

i missjudged holdo but. poe. how could ı not trust poe's desicion.

ben solo helped rey. i liked how he killed snoke but they could heve write a better story.

and of course he turned again. well he never turned to the light side he just wanted power. and maybe rey.

they destroyed the lightsaber...

woaw holdo did it. i realised what she was doing at the same time when poe realised. scene was amazing.

there might still be a hope for finn yet(maybe). he acts more decent now. but still i dont like him much.

rose saved finn thats good but why? by saving your loved ones blah blah blah... It would have been more meaningful and better if he had sacrificed herself. well i kinda hated that scene. Maybe it would have been a little better if Rose had at least lived. But if she was going to die anyway, if she sacrificed herself in his place, even one look would be enough instead of the empty words she said during this unnecessary sacrifice. (I thought like this, but she wasn't dead anyways, but it still wasn't good. (I thought, but he wasn't dead anyway, but it still wasn't good. It was done to make Luke's scene. It would have been better without that scene) and dont get me started with the kiss. everyone is at risk because of what you did rose.

luke returned. "no one is ever really gone" thats the man who convinced darth vader. are we supposed to belive the man saying this line tried to kill his student just because he saw his future. i cant belive it.

wow luke it was cool. how did you do that. and he died. (of course) but at least he gave us one last hope. he gave the rebellion hope.

leia is proud of poe they are like mother and son i loved their relationship.

rise of skywalker spoilers

somehow palpatine returned. finally i saw the meme. thats funny.

maul survived why cant palpatine. but they say he died that i dont know. he could have been like maul. survived because of his hatred.

ı didnt see lando coming.

and of course chewie died. no he didnt. chewie is alive.

c3po lost his memory. i think r2 bring some of his memory back?

this trilogy doesnt left many things from the past.

of course hux is the spy. like kallus but kallus was better. he had a story he had a character development he fighted for what he thought was right. hux ... i dont know what else could happen but i didnt like it.

rey is palpatine's granddaughter i already knew it, i saw spoilers before i watched the movie.

and again leia died too. i knew she would die. they will probably kill chewie too. they didnt How nice of them to do that.(!)

han, leia and luke is together again.

poe why. i know finn is your friend but there are better people. more capable and experienced than he is. he was a stormtrooper, come on.

luke returned.

finn you are not a jedi. you cant just launch an attack based on a instinct.

ı am sure palpatine gives power away(!). (he wouldnt imho).

ı didnt like kylo's story it was bad written. why did he turned good? because his mother died?

most of this sequel movies are not wellwritten. i dont hate the actors i liked them but the story was bad so...

in the end rey did kill palpatine. maybe not because of hatred but she did kill him.

is finn a forcewielder?

ben died.

finn didnt even had a proper character development(imo)

rey skywalker. i dont have anything against rey i loved rey. she is good. but i didnt like how she called herself skywalker. like; luke and leia did show up but still something was not right. it would have been better if someone else say that.

voices of jedi past ,

i knew i heard hayden christensen, but they also brought ahsoka and kanan!!!

there maybe things that i didnt understand well because its my firts time finishing star wars but thats my opinions for now.

[nimiumcaelo]

Up the Mountain -- Chapter 3

[ Read it on AO3 here ]

Kylo opened his eyes and looked straight into those of a meek young boy in multi-coloured robes who dropped the food he’d been arranging and scurried away. Where before there had been a vast cave opening and cold mountain air, there was now a thick veil separating him from the front of the cave and a fire burning in a dug pit. Several piles of food were before him and several pots of aromatics. Gold pots and carvings lined the walls and a purple-and-gold pillow sat before the fire.

    Kylo grabbed some of the food and sat on the pillow to eat. His heart was still heavy and he felt weak. The food sustained him some, but not entirely. He wanted to disappear.

   He’d been thinking back on his life, trying to find some connection to the Force. He knew he hadn’t always been weak. What happened? No matter how hard he tried to reach out, he could feel nothing. He was cut off. Had Snoke done this? Kylo didn’t know if Snoke even could.

   It didn’t matter, though. All was lost. He would die if he was caught by the First Order and he would die if he was caught by the Resistance. His only hope was to remain here on Skoxale, alone from the rest of the Galaxy. If the locals wanted to keep him here in this cave, then fine. He would stay here. It wasn’t like he had any reason to leave. The only person he had a modicum of interest in talking to was Hux and that was only to ask why the hell he’d betrayed the Supreme Leader in the first place.

   A simmering anger settled in his gut. Why had Hux betrayed Snoke? That was where this whole problem began. If Hux hadn’t gotten those treasonous ideas in his head, then Snoke never would have found out that Kylo was too stupid or distracted or weak to find them out.

   No, he couldn’t blame Hux. He knew his connection to the Force was waning. He just wished he knew why. He’d felt strong on the ship and fairly strong after the crash, but a little erratic. Maybe it was the planet, though he was fairly sure that wasn’t how the Force worked.

   And besides, how strong could he have been on the ship if he hadn’t been able to find out Hux?

   It stung a little, he had to admit. He had judged Hux so incorrectly, been so blindsided.

   It had all started two years ago, when they’d been working together for six months. He had caught Hux in one of the upper viewing decks, drinking one of the sour teas he loved and Kylo hated. It had been late in the day and Kylo had doffed his mask and was carrying it under an arm.

   They didn’t speak, which was probably why things progressed the way they did. Hux’s right hand was resting on the railing and Kylo let his left do the same, his pinky finger just barely touching Hux’s. It was bold and stupid and not really for any reason besides the fact that Hux smelled nice that evening and Kylo was agitated. But Hux didn’t move away. They didn’t look at each other and they said nothing, but Kylo had thought about it later that night and for several nights afterwards.    From then on, Kylo would find himself in similar situations with Hux. One of them would just barely toe the line and the other would simply let him, whether it was Hux leaning a shoulder against him as they gripped the overhead bars on a bumpy transport or Kylo standing close enough to appreciate Hux’s woody aftershave as they spoke after a meeting with the Supreme Leader. It was nothing exactly, but it was enough that Kylo now felt terribly betrayed or cheated in some way, both by Hux and Snoke. Hadn’t the Supreme Leader been able to sense Hux’s treason himself? Hadn’t he known what Hux was doing to Kylo?

   Kylo cursed the Supreme Leader and all the Sith. He cursed the Jedi, the Resistance, the Order, and Hux, too, for good measure. He tried desperately to feel the Force, to grab out at it.

There was nothing.

He got up and kicked at the gold pots, making a terrific crash. He wanted to punch the solid rock but knew it wouldn’t budge. Instead, he just collapsed back down and wept for the first time in a long while.

When he finally rose, the fire had burned down considerably and he felt awful. He needed to get out of this stuffy cave and clear his head before he fully snapped. The air was hot and thickly spiced from the pots of aromatics. He felt woozy and a little weak.

   He stood shakily and made it through the first veil. There were more golden statues and more pots of that stupid incense that was making his head swim. He fell to his knees, then grabbed his lightsaber. What was wrong with him? He hadn’t felt this powerless in years.

   He heard voices and tried to stand again. His knees felt like butter. He grit his teeth and stood again, but stars danced before his eyes and he fell.

   A sly voice whispered to him. Why are you trying so hard?

   Why don’t you lay down?

   Sleeeeeeep.

[orangevtae]

Follow Trough | Kylo Ren

Summary: You were Ben Solo's partner since before he turned to the dark side and changed his name to Kylo Ren, you met during Luke's Jedi training. Scaping the planet alongside with Rey, Poe, Fin and the Resistance while Luke distracted Kylo long enough so you guys could escape, you, Kylo and Rey end up making a bridge trough the Force connection and he discovers that you're carring his child on your womb.

Warnings/Additional tags: afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns, angst like really angst, romance and a little bit of fluff (it's more on memories though), conflictual feelings, Rey's a sweetheart, hurt and comfort.

Pairings: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader, Rey Skywalker/Palpatine x Reader (platonic)

A/N: I was making a Star Wars marathon and while watching the final scenes of The Last Jedi, i thought of that for some reason

"Leia, let me help you" you offered to Leia, holding out your hand to help her walk on the Millenium Falcon

"My Darling, we both know that i'm not the one who needs help" she laughed, eyes scanning over your growing belly "But i appreciate it either way"

You smiled at her, her right hand tapped your left cheek softly and up she went to the ship. You stayed behind with Rey to make sure that all of the survivors of the Resistance got inside safetly, hand carressing your belly.

You were at least 5 months long or so, you were pretty sure that you were almost 6, you lost count when all the attacks ordered by The First Order surrounded you. You sighed remembering that that meant that it was really that long since...you last saw your husband, your last encounter with Kylo Ren, it was really that long ago, even if you and him had a connection bridge trough the force way before you started to admit to have feelings for him back on the Jedi training time with Luke Skywalker, you refused to let the connection happen for the sake of your unborn baby.

You had no idea of what Kylo Ren would be able to do of he discovered that you were pregnant with his child, you always got worriedly sick thinking of it, so you did the best you could to hide the pregnancy from him, using the Force to make a fog up on the tracks of your baby, you still remember the last time you had one of your encounters, way before Rey appeared, way before things with The First Order angainst the Resistance got thicker in tension because of the back of the Jedi.

"Y/N/N? Hey, keep your mind back here" you looked up blinking rapidly, Ben's broad form in front of you, you squinted your eyes looking up at him and shielding your eyes from the burning sun light with your hands "Here you are darling everything's ok? You dissociated a moment back there"

He told you worriedly, face full of concern looking down at you, hand carressing yours softly. You were in a planet that The First Order couldn't reach you and Be- Kylo Ren on your monthly encounters, you were actually pretty tired of only being able to see him one time a month and even if you always were happy to see your husband, it wasn't the same since he turned to the dark side few years ago, you took well the first times, overjoyed to be with him for two or three days before you would part ways yet again, it was hard, hard loving him the way things how they were now, but you could handle it, right? You always thought that you could, but for two months now, you started to fear your encounters.

Kylo always tried to get you to join him on the dark side, so far deep on his fed hatred by Snoke even if you could see a little disturbence on him and the last bit of light while you always tried to bring him back home, for the sake of Leia and Han, and for the sake of the unborn baby you discovered to be carrying some weeks ago. The unborn little one would need their father present, but you couldn't let it happen while he was on the dark side, that would be the last time you would see him, it broke your heart, but you knew it was for the best.

"Yes, i'm sorry honey, i'm just tired, need some rest that's all" you smiled at him while seating down, pushing him lightly to be with you "Come lay with me"

Without a single resistance, he got rid of his gloves, shoes and cape and layed down on the little made up bed you had separated for your monthly encounters. He pushed you by the waist, your arms circling his neck, head on his chest and his cheek on the top of your head, hands softly carressing your hair.

It still pained you to remember the day you left without saying goodbye to him, you had be gone way before he woke up, ending your connection with him trough the force and hiding your baby whenever he would try to connect with you again, it was hard the first months but you soon got too busy helping Leia, the Resistance and focusing on your growing baby that everything with Kylo turned tolerable, not easy cause you could never get rid of how much you missed him.

"Y/N/N, everyone's already inside the ship, we should go" Rey's voice brought you back to the present, a soft smile on her lips as she extended her hand for you to hold "Let me help you"

"You such a sweet Rey, thank you, let's get out of this ice cube" you smiled at her and took her hand, her free hand going to your back as she helped you up and inside, worried gaze traveling from your face to your growing belly

"You have already thought of a name?" she asked, mentioned to your belly "Any ideas?"

"I have a few, but there's one that it would suit her well" you smiled as you looked at her, already inside the ship, hands carressing it softly

"Her? You think it's a girl?"

"Something just tell that it's a girl, can you feel it?"

You asked her excitedly, she closed her eyes and took a short while till her lips started to form a big smile, hands instantly on your stomach "I can feel her"

"Her?" You heard a well known voice and before you could have a reaction, you and Rey felt a pull made by the force, your hands turned sweaty as you and Rey turned to look outside of the ship, there stood, even if it was only a projection, Kylo Ren. You knew that he and Rey had some sort of connection by the force just like you and him but you had blocked him months back and as you were watching him and Rey go back and forth about how he had murdered Han, his own father, you felt a kick against your belly, a hand fastly over it and all the power you were using to hide your baby presence from him vanished from the surprise kick.

Kylo Ren never turned so fastly in his entire life, even during his little rage bickering back and forth with the Rey girl, his eyes never leaved your frame and when he felt a fourth presence, he frowned and then his eyes doubled in size by seeing your hand carressing your growing belly. It was then that everything downed on him: you were pregnant and he knew that he didn't need to search further to know that you were carrying his child, all this months of you blocking him whenever he tried the connection and you always not having that much time to be with him, you were hiding his child from him.

Kylo Ren always felt a disturbence on the force whenever you and him would connect and he never knew the cause, now he knew it pretty well and something inside of him just shaked by knowing you were expactating his child. You on the other hand were sweating, your hands trembling a little as the wind whispered your clothes and hair around you, you had to end the connection now.

Sensing you uneasyness, Rey quickly sprung to action, made a snark comment directed to him and pressed the button that would close the door.

"Y/N..." Kylo whispered, voice heavy and you could take a fast glance at him to see his eyes to get glossy and then the door closed, the connection ended and you sighed heavily, holding onto Rey that fastly got by your side seeing you getting pale and the Millennium Falcon took off.

When he couldn't no long reach either Rey or you, Kylo was looking back at a wall, he felt frustration tears leave his eyes and rage overtook him as he destroyed the room he was inside. He knew he gave up on a lot of things, did a lot of things for the sake of the dark side, but there was only much he could take, he already was separated from his lovely wife and now he just discovered that you were carrying his child, his unborn baby girl and as he destroyed more things, he thought if he could ever be able to have you in his arms again and if he would ever be able to carry his daughter on his arms.

Kylo Ren did many wrong choices but he never wanted to lost the both of you on the same time as now.

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The House of Fett: Part 3

Pairing: Poe Dameron x ForceUser!Mando!Reader

Chapter No.: Part 3/28

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

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

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

Mando’a:

Ner cyar’ika: my beloved

Ner runi/ner uvete: my soul/my world

Utreekov: idiot

Buir: father

Harran: hell

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

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

Ba’slan shev’la: Strategic disappearance

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Indeed.

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

Perhaps too much.

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

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

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

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

Ner cyar’ika.

He’d called you that, hadn’t he?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even your feelings for him, you were sure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poe was flattered. Really.

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

You, a Mandalorian! Thinking about his ass!

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

Like you thought about more than just his ass.

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

Poe wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

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

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

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

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

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

To hold you.

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

Ner runi.

My soul.

That’s what you had called him.

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

Poe couldn’t take it any longer.

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

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

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

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

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

But you didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poe was honored, for one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until you remembered the mission at hand, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you need help?”

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until you.

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

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

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

It was blissful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poe’s gasp of alarm did not go unnoticed.

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

You glanced over at him.

Fuck.

You definitely heard it.

Dammit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then you moved, and Poe was entranced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poe!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your voice rang through the chamber. “BEN!”

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

Rage.

It should be impossible.

But you weren’t going to question it.

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

You were seeing red.

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

Kylo Ren couldn’t physically hurt you.

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

And it made you furious.

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

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

But fight him?

That, you could do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To Poe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stay.

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

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

You were not children anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If I had been there.

The thought had haunted you since that night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And trapping you with Kylo Ren.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you would not join him, either.

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

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

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

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

P-Poe—

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

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

But very little of it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He checked on you again. Miracle…

Poe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“...You look like shit, Poe.”

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

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

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

Something… happened.

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

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

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

“Fuck you. Utreekov.”

“Uh huh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be there,” Poe confirmed.

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

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

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

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

Why is it easier for you? Blocking your mind?

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

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

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

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

Poe shrugged halfheartedly. “Yeah, well…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, Threepio. What were you saying?”

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

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

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

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

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

Ben…

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

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

Miracle…

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

Sorry.

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

I’ll clean your armor.

You don’t have to do that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” Poe agreed. “Luke first.”

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

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

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

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

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

…I know.

He meant far more than he’d say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Any idea of who you’ll choose?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Threepio told me.”

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

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

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

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

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

—DAMERON—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you—“

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

“With my life,” Snap answered immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Real smooth, you teased, lighthearted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he heard something he didn’t expect.

Your laughter.

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

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

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

—FETT—

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

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

“Watch this.”

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

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

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

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

“Then hang on.”

You did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me’ven?”

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

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

“Black Two, come in.”

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

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

“What’s down there?”

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

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

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

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

Because I wasn’t paying attention.

No, miracle—

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

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

Poe nodded at you. It’s okay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don’t see what this has to do with—

Shut it, Poe. I’m negotiating.

Right. You’re doing amazing, sweetheart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It made you feel weak.

—DAMERON—

“This is Black Leader. Anyone read?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me neither, You agreed wholeheartedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-oh,” Poe breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” Poe hissed.

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

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

The shaman panicked. So did Poe.

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

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

“I’m coming with you.”

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

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

He knew you’d stay.

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

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

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

“Oh? Why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What do we do now, Poe?

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

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

—FETT—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can’t just sit here.

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

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

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

Guess not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poe I’m fine— you—“

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

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

—DAMERON—

It was at least an hour before everything settled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wha—“

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

Poe hesitated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—FETT—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But neither of you did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will come back for you, miracle.

You damn well better, flyboy.

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

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

—DAMERON—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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