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jhsgf82 · 3 years ago

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Happy Birthday, Stella! IDSS (Reylo version)

Credit to the awesome @lemonluvgirl87 for the amazing edit. Thank you for taking the time to make this little masterpiece for me!

Author’s Note: For Stella. @the-sparkling-way Happy birthday, bb! Stella requested a Reylo (Kylo Ren/Rey from Star Wars: The Force Awakens, the Last Jedi, and the Rise of Skywalker) version of one of several of my Everlark fics, and I’ve chosen I Do Solemnly Swear (lawyers!Everlark, Older!Peeta, Peeta is Katniss’s dad’s boss). As you know, I don’t know these characters well (Reylo), so I hope I did alright with them. I’ve tried to use what I know (and what I’ve learned) of their personalities to fit them into the plot of this story, tweaking bits of dialogue and events slightly to fit their personalities more so as opposed to Everlark. A couple of bits I’ve kept the same. FYI, this isn’t an entire, completed fic, but I hope you’ll enjoy what I’ve written. Have a wonderful day!

P.S. I’m using Kylo Ren’s alter ego, Ben Solo, because the name fits more with modern AU. As for Rey and her family, I used her father’s first name but Obi-Wan’s last name.

Prologue: A Capital Offense

I can hear the fight happening in the living room, though I’ve been banished from there as if I’m all of 13 instead of 19. It’s humiliating and borderline sexist on my father’s part, sending me out of the room while the men handle their business, although I have bigger concerns. Besides, my father probably just thought he was sparing me from seeing him bust my boyfriend’s‒is he?‒beautiful face.

Presently, my father and Ben Solo-his boss and the man I’ve been in love with for most of my life-are laying into each other. Well, mainly, it’s my father who’s doing the laying into; Ben is only defending himself. And I must say, he’s doing so masterfully.

I can hear Ben’s booming, sexy (surprisingly calm) voice emanating from the next room, interspersed with my father’s shouts and accusations. I can only imagine how Ben’s handling all this. On the outside, he’s cool and collected as usual, but on the inside…?

I can’t help but think that this overprotectiveness from my father must be completely foreign to Ben, growing up feeling ignored and unloved as he did. His parents weren’t bad people. His father was a truck driver, rough around the edges and hard-working, always on the road. His mother was a powerful politician, always campaigning and trying to save the world when in actuality, it was her son who needed saving the most. My heart aches for Ben, having a childhood like that‒one so different from mine‒and yet, he turned out just fine.

Much better than fine, actually.

Benjamin Solo, J.D. is a great man. A force of nature. Intimidating. Powerful. A man no one would dare cross. That is, no one except a loving father who thinks he’s protecting his baby girl.

I really don’t get why it’s such a problem, though. I’m 19 (almost 20), and Ben’s 29. Not that big a deal, right? Oh, but tell that to my father. In my father’s eyes, Ben’s as good as a pervy 60-year-old hitting on a barely legal teen.

My father can be so dramatic.

Even so, I love him.

I love Ben, too, though. At least, I’m pretty sure I do. And the past few weeks he’s been staying with us have only solidified that it’s indisputable fact.

In addition to his greatness, Ben Solo is an extremely handsome man, at least in my humble opinion. Tall, at six feet, two inches. Strong. Hazel eyes. Dark, wavy, shoulder-length hair, which he sometimes pulls back in court, though I prefer it down. Basically, he’s appealing to me in every possible way.

I guess that’s how we got into this mess.

I touch my lips. I can still feel his on mine…

“You are out of order, sir!” I hear my father shout, and I have to zone back in‒guess I always was a dreamer.

Thing is, Ben is still my father’s superior, so the whole time my father’s been yelling at him for kissing me, he’s been calling him ‘sir.’ It’s interesting how even when he’s furious with him, my father still addresses his superior using a formal title, even if it is in a caustic sort of way. However, I’m not surprised; my father has always been highly respectful of authority.

Ben wasn’t always my father’s superior, of course, but that’s a story for another time.

Presently, my father and Ben are engaged in something of a DA-style drag-out. The two of them are lawyers in every sense of the word, and apparently, it’s impossible to dissever that part of themselves, even while in the midst of a personal beef. As concerned as I am about this, it’s kind of fascinating to me, for I, too, am studying to be a lawyer‒I’m not in law school yet, still taking pre-law, but I’m confident I’ll get there; I’m already on track to graduate early‒and it’s because of those two men in there.

Mainly, it’s because of my father that I decided to study law, but I must admit, Ben has been an influence as well.

I snap to attention as my father tosses a zinger out at Ben, and Ben comes back at him with the perfect retort. Oh, the object of my affections’ tongue is sharp! And I should know. I can’t help but smile as I lick my lips, recalling his taste (sweet, and just a little salty). If only he weren’t such a good kisser, then maybe I would have been more cautious, been able to break away sooner, avoiding being caught and hence, this whole catastrophe. Our secret rendezvous could’ve gone on uninterrupted. And everything would have been fine.

I wonder how long it would have lasted. What’s going to happen now?

I shake my head and refocus. One thing at a time.

The argument seems to be getting more heated, my father’s voice gaining volume. From his tone, I imagine Ben’s about to have his ass‒that tight, perfect one‒handed to him for defiling me as my dad says.

Well, not quite, Dad. Although we were well on that path…

But I digress.

Stealthily (I’m light on my feet), I creep closer and peer around the corner of the wall like a child. I used to do this when I was little after being sent to bed without being allowed to watch the scary movies.

I watch what’s unfolding now.

They’ve stopped arguing for the moment and are staring each other down, arms folded. That penetrating gaze from Ben’s alluring hazel eyes, which sometimes look light green with a ring of brown surrounding the pupil and sometimes look so dark chocolate they’re practically black‒the latter when he’s at his most intense‒is far too enticing. Particularly, when it’s directed at me…

However, it is not directed at me right now.

As they begin to argue once more, I listen in.

It’s becoming increasingly difficult not to get too hot and bothered over Ben’s lawyer-speak; although, reminding myself of the situation at hand and that he’s in there with my father is like a bucket of ice water being dumped on my head.

I know my father must be shocked by this turn of events, but for me, it’s been a long time coming‒I’ve been in love with Ben Solo for 14 years, or at least ever since I knew what love was. He’s only very, very recently paid attention to me in that regard, but there’s definitely something explosive happening between us now...

The hold Ben Solo had on me from the beginning has been unparalleled. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s more than attraction. It’s like we’re destined for one another or something. We can’t fight it. We couldn’t fight it. There’s no use fighting it.

I sometimes wonder, had we been the same age and grown up together, could I have helped him out. I wish I could have been there for him during the difficult times.

I sigh and return my attention to the problem at hand.

Really, I can’t blame my father for being upset; what Ben has done is a capital offense in his book. A friend or colleague kissing a guy’s daughter, especially under a man’s own roof when you’ve been taken in as a guest, is most certainly breaking the honor code. It’s not all on Ben, though; I, most certainly, am not innocent in this.

Thankfully, no fists have been thrown; it’s all been verbal, but my father is getting redder in the face and oh shit, Ben just loosened his tie. That means he means business. I’ve seen him do it in court during those limited opportunities I’ve had the privilege of watching him, and not only is it sexy as sin, but when he loosens his tie, watch out! I’ve learned he uses it as an intimidation tactic in court, and when he does it, I know something big is coming.

Damn, is it getting hot in here?

My heart pounds and my pulse races, from adrenaline and yes, from being turned on.

I can't help it. Ben in his natural habitat, the courtroom (or rather, this substitute courtroom of my father’s in our living room) is like catnip to me. And seeing Ben go into full-blown lawyer mode in defense of my honor and our feelings for one another is incredibly hot, and it makes me want to spill out those five words I said all those years ago all over again.

But saying I love Ben wouldn’t go over at all well with my father, and quite honestly, I’m not sure how Ben would take it, either.

Now, Ben is tugging on his tie, another sign he’s getting worked up. He’s normally cool as a cucumber, utterly collected. But then again, I know Ben has a lot of anger inside. Truthfully, he holds it in so well. And he’s never been the defendant before. This is shaping up to be a battle of monumental proportions, and I really don’t know how it’s going to turn out. My father and Ben have both crossed lines (me too), and I don’t want this to adversely affect their working relationship, nor do I want to lose Ben, or my father’s love and esteem.

I rub my suddenly throbbing temples. How did I get into this mess? I wonder, for about the dozenth time.

Oh yeah, Ben Solo is fucking irresistible.

It had to come out eventually, I tell myself. We couldn’t hide our feelings for one another forever; I know I never could.

And at least for me, this isn’t just a passing flirtation or a whim. No, I’ve always had feelings for Ben, since the first day we met, even if I wasn’t sure what those feelings were back then. And when I learned he’d be staying with us for 5 weeks during the holidays while his home undergoes renovations, from the moment I got my head on straight (and after a pep talk from Rose), I was certain this was my chance to finally make my feelings for him known.

I wouldn’t say I formulated a plan to seduce him, not exactly, but I definitely used my wiles‒what wiles I have, anyway. I’m not very sexy. I’m also naïve and kind of troublesome, but I hope Ben will see past my flaws and realize that I’m loyal, and I love hard. I would do just about anything for him. Honestly, I never expected that Ben could return my feelings, even in small measure. But now that he has, I don’t plan on letting him go.

Because I truly believe this is written in the stars, the fulfillment of a little girl’s fantasy from long ago. Granted, what’s happened between us so far is more adult than what that little girl was dreaming about, but maybe young Rey can have her wish, too: A man like her daddy to love and cherish her.

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Chapter One: I Love Him, Your Honor

Age 5

“You’re a bad man, Finn! My daddy’s gonna put you away for a long time! The judge’s,” I lisp, “gonna throw the book at you!” I slam my hand down on the picture book I’m using as the Bible, for effect, but it doesn’t make that nice thumping sound I like that the Bible does, or the sound my daddy’s hand makes when smacking a table in court.

He’s so scary and so great when he does that!

From my little chair (the witness stand), I jab my finger accusingly at my best friend who sits there, blinking his brown eyes at me and looking dumb. He is kinda dumb sometimes. And he hates playing this game with me.

I jump up from the stand and go back to stand in front of Finn. I’m not just the witness; I’m the lawyer, too, my dad’s co-counsel, except he’s pretend right now because he’s at work. “Don’t you have anything to say in your d’fense?” I ask, spitting a little as I say it and putting my hands on my hips.

Finn shakes his head from side to side‒he looks like one of those bobblehead dolls‒and I know he just wants to get this over with and stop playing. I sigh, deciding to let him off the hook.

Well, it’s not really up to me.

“Okay,” I say. “Jury?” I look over at the 12 neatly-lined stuffed animals on my bed, awaiting their answer on whether this boy is innocent or not. His fate is in their paws now…

Before the jury can give their verdict, my daddy comes in. He picks me up and kisses my face, then spins me round and round. I squeal and giggle happily before remembering that we’re in Court‒and it’s not the place for twirlies and hugs and kisses.

I tell him so, and he sets me down.

“Oh, forgive me, Your Honor,” says my daddy. “That was certainly not proper court decorum.”

I wave my hand at him and say, “I’ll overlook it this time.”

My daddy grins. “Thank you, Your Honor. You are truly just and magnanimous.” My daddy winks at me, and I wink back.

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Age 19

November 24th, 2021

I don’t know why I think back on that memory now, 14 years (minus three months) later. I suppose it’s the typical nostalgia hitting, which comes with the territory of returning home after a period of time away.

With final exams looming, I’m more than ready for the Thanksgiving break. This semester has been a killer, but no one ever said becoming a lawyer was easy, even for someone with a Highly Superior Autobiographical Memory. Fortunately, the ability to remain cool under extreme pressure is an inherited trait. My father, Dathan Kenobi, Esq. is always cool and collected, in court and out, and he’s taught me well how to keep my emotions in check, to be in control of both mind and body. My mother, Miramir, an antique dealer, is generally patient and level-headed, but she has a bit of a feisty side to her. I guess that’s where I get it.

Regarding my exams, I know I’ll be fine. And not because I believe it’s my destiny to follow in my father’s footsteps, but because I know how to work hard and get things done. That is the Kenobi way.

And yes, I’ve worked hard and am ready to relax (and stuff myself with food), even if only for a few days prior to returning to take exams. This break couldn’t have come a day sooner.

I’m ready to head out the door, the turkey and all those wonderful Thanksgiving feast fixings calling out to me, when I get a phone call‒it’s from my mom. I nearly drop my phone at her news: Ben Solo, my father’s boss, will be staying with us over the holidays. “O-oh.” I know I must be breathing hard into the phone because I’m practically hyperventilating. How could my mother just drop this on me at the last minute? I’m suddenly wondering if I should beg out of the family holidays and stay holed up in my empty dorm. No, that sounds pretty lonely. But still, I’m not sure how I’m going to function right with Ben Solo staying in my house with me.

My mother questions if I’m alright, saying I sound out of breath. I lie and tell her I’m just taking the stairs, and I end the call with the usual ‘I love you’ pleasantry.

On my way out of the dorms, I catch sight of Finn‒we’re still friends after all this time‒and his girlfriend, Rose.

“Rey-Bae!” Finn calls out to me, and I groan. Not that I don’t want to see Finn, but I’d hoped to duck out and get an early jump on beating traffic. But since my mother already hindered that a bit for me (and gave me the shock of my life)…

As for the nickname, I don’t mind it so much. He calls me Rey-bae, you know, because I’m his bae. Although, not really. It’s more in the platonic sense. There was a time when Finn was interested in me, but thankfully, he moved past it relatively quickly after meeting Rose, so things didn’t have much of a chance to get awkward. I’m relieved; I’d hate to lose a good friend over something so silly.

I walk over to Finn and Rose, and we exchange pleasantries about school and what we’ll be doing over the holidays. I end up blurting out, all red-faced, that my father’s boss will be staying with us.

“Isn’t that the guy…?” Finn begins but cuts himself off. I thin my lips, which I’m sure he takes as acknowledgment. Finn already knows about my crush on Ben Solo; although, I’m not sure he knows I still have one after all this time.

“The guy who…?” Rose questions, and I cast a glare at Finn. He grins disarmingly and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

I like Rose, I do. She’s a gem. She’s fun and a little feisty, like me, and most importantly, she’s never shown any jealousy over my closeness to Finn, or even the Rey-Bae thing. However, I’m not exactly thrilled about discussing my love life (or lack thereof) with her.

“He’s just this guy who works with my dad who I’ve known for a long time,” I say.

“Oh.” Rose nods, although I can tell she knows there’s more to the story. She’s sharp like that.

“Speaking of guys,” Rose chirps. Oh no… I can tell she’s planning to use this as a chance to get me talking about my least favorite subject. “I haven’t really seen you with anyone here at school…”

Yes, she’s clearly fishing for information.

“Nope,” I say.

“Well, do you have…?”

“A boyfriend?” I fill in. “Nope. Been concentrating on school.”

Which is true.

“That’s good. Good not to get distracted.” Rose chews on her lip, and I sense she wants to comment further.

“You know,” she begins after a moment, “I’ve never really heard you talk about anyone.”

I exhale. “No, I, uh, it’s been a while.”

A bald-faced lie. It hasn’t been a while; I’ve never had a boyfriend.

“I suppose you have had something of a…” Rose chews on her thumbnail, and I know she’s trying to think of the best way to say it, “dry spell.”

Dry spell? More like a desert. But that’s okay. I know all about deserts‒I grew up in Tucson, Arizona.

I know Rose didn’t mean any offense; she’s just concerned about my well-being, so I give a little laugh and say, “Yeah, I have.”

“But that’s okay!” she hurriedly puts in, waving her hands. “Like you said, you’re focusing on school.”

“Yep,” Finn chimes in. “Rey-Bae here is super serious about becoming a lawyer. Not that she needs to study so hard, because she’s freaking brilliant.” One side of my mouth quirks up, appreciative of Finn’s compliment and thankful as I am for the change in subject.

Or, so I thought.

“That’s wonderful. But…isn’t there anyone you’re interested in?” Rose persists sweetly.

What, am I cloaked in loneliness or something? Has Finn said something to her? It’s not like I’m all alone and bereft. I have my loving family, school… I really don’t understand why Rose is so set on getting me hooked up. I know she means well, but it’s not like I don’t want a boyfriend…someday. It’s just not at the top of the priority list right now. Right now, I’m focusing on what I want more‒that pristine diploma bound in smooth leather with my name printed in fancy lettering and the words ‘Juris Doctor’ after it.

There will be plenty of time for guys after that.

Of course, I really only want one particular guy...

I can tell I’m not going to get out of here unless I give Rose something, so I say, “I guess I do…like someone…but it’s stupid.”

“I’m sure it’s not!” exclaims Rose.

I twist my lips. And with a sigh, I spill my guts about my crush.

Afterward, Rose keens over my finally showing interest in a guy‒because she’s a romantic, and also, she’s nosy. Rose is a believer in true love, in love overcoming any obstacle, and definitely in the old adage that love is blind. I’m not sure what she’s getting at by pointing that out now...

But rather than my friends making me feel pathetic, they, surprisingly, encourage me. At least, Rose does. Finn tries to be positive, in his own way, but says very little, and I have a feeling he’s still unsure about Ben, and the age difference.

I further tell them that Ben will be staying with my family over the holidays, and Rose thinks that’s just perfect.

Depends on your definition of ‘perfect.’

Rose is apparently spearheading Operation Rey Confesses Her Feelings to Ben, but when I tell her I can’t possibly do that, she says I can start simple‒by using the time he’s living with me to get to know him better.

I nod, tell her it’s a good idea, but then I bring up the biggest problem in all this: my father.

“I suppose it is kind of complicated.” Rose taps her chin. “But maybe after you two get to know one another better and talk about your feelings you could bring it up to your father in a way that he would understand and accept.”

Those are some big maybes, Rose. Huge ones, actually.

Love in real life doesn’t work like in rom-coms.

“Ben doesn’t feel the same way about me,” I blurt out, hanging my head a little. It makes my stomach churn to say out loud.

“How do you know?” Rose asks.

“I just know,” I say bitterly.

Yeah, in my wildest dreams would Ben return my feelings…

We do have a connection; we get along, and there was that one time…that little sparring match we had, that one moment… But no, it meant nothing.

There was also the last time I saw him, which I’m not quite sure what to make of…

It was September 3rd of last year. The end of summer break. I’d stopped by the law office to say goodbye to my father before heading back to school‒also in hopes of catching a glimpse of Ben.

He saw me first and caught me off guard.

*** “Hey there, princess,” Ben said.

I spun around. “Don’t call me that,” I snarled. Although, I didn’t really mind it, at all.

“It wasn’t an insult,” he said somberly. “You’re not the stereotypical princess, more like one of those smart, capable princesses, the type who saves herself from the dragon. Like in…Shrek.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.

“Excuse me, are you comparing me to the princess in Shrek?” I smirked at him. Honestly, I couldn’t believe he’d said such a thing. He was normally so serious. I couldn’t believe he’d seen Shrek, either. “Do I look like an ogre to you?” I teased.

Ben laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle. I always loved his laugh. And to think that I’d gotten one out of him... “Not at all,” he responded in brief.

The corners of my lips twitched. I knew Ben was just messing with me, but I took it as an opportunity to do a little flirting with him, just to see how he’d react. It was my first attempt at flirting, ever.

“If I’m a princess, should I start calling you ‘My Lord,’ then?” As soon as I said it, Ben’s eyes darkened, and he turned around and went for a book on his shelf. At first I thought he might not have heard, but he had to have; more than likely, he thought me a silly little girl and was completely ignoring me and my stupid comment. Disappointed, I huffed, watching him out of the corner of my eye. I might’ve thought I had no effect on him, but from the slight ticking of his jaw, and the way he couldn’t seem to look at me, perhaps I was wrong.

He likes it, I thought (imagine/dreamed) then. He likes when I refer to him as ‘My lord.’

Well, what man wouldn’t? *** I manage to escape Finn and Rose after shutting down the conversation as politely as possible and leaving them with goodbye hugs and holiday wishes. Then I head to my little hunk of junk (but still reliable) car. My father offered to buy me a new one, but I’ve grown fond of it and wasn’t ready for a trade-in.

The entire three-hour commute home, I’m listening to music and fighting not to think of Ben, and having him under the same roof as me for weeks. But it’s difficult. Extremely difficult. And inevitably, my mind begins to wander, crossing time and space as if making the fabled 20-parsec Kessel Run I’ve read about in my science fiction novels.

----- After warm greetings from my parents, I decide I need to clear my head–because Ben will be here soon for dinner. So, I throw my long hair up into three buns and head out for a run in the desert. When I return, I’m sweating like crazy, so I shower and change into my nicest blouse and a pair of skinny jeans. I leave my hair down, aside from tying my bangs back.

Not long after, I’m hanging out in the living room, bare feet up on the arm of the couch, reading. There’s a knock at the door, and all too readily, I shout out that I’ll answer it.

When I open the door and see Ben standing there, I perk up at the sight of him. I always do. My father has said before that my smile is like sunshine, but with Ben, I know it must take on an utterly radiant luster. That is, when I’m not trembling in terror. Oh, not because Ben Solo frightens me, not a bit, but because I’m terrified of being rejected by him, or humiliated.

But rejection isn’t even in the ballpark‒Ben doesn’t know I exist in that way. He still thinks I’m that academically-minded, knobby-kneed kid with decent speed and agility who has a knack for the bow staff.

“There she is, my sparring partner,” Ben exclaims, and I’m momentarily stunned. He remembers that?

“Hey, Ben,” I say. Playing it cool, I cross one ankle over the other and casually lean against the door frame.

I realize I should step aside and welcome him in, but then he does something unexpected… He opens his arms wide (man, he has an impressive wingspan) as if expecting me to walk right into them, and I do.

TBC

#Happy Birthday Stella!#birthday fic #Reylo #Reylo fanfiction #I Do Solemnly Swear Reylo version #I've never written them before so go easy #lol #lawyer!Ben Solo #law student!Rey

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tomuraxashes · 4 years ago

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Found you - part 1

- Tenko! - a young, white haired boy run towards him from the swings.

- Touya-chan! How could you come? - he asked with confused tone in his voice.

He remembered his friend told him yesterday he wouldn't make it to come even today to the playground.

- Ah, it was easy. I convinced my mum to go and visit her parents together and after we came back I just asked her to take me out here. So I am here! - the young Todoroki smiled.

- Oh, I'm happy then. - the black haired boy said somehow delightfully, but his little cute face immediately turned back to the gloominess it was before - but wat if your dad finds out?

- Dont worry Tenko, after he learned that you are a Shimura, he doesn't really mind when I hang out with you. Sure, I still have to train but he allows me to have a friend, moreover a friend from a hero dynasty. Common bullshit of his, ya'know.

- Yes, I see, but I'm still worried about you! Your scars on your arms .. I .. let me see.. let me try to heal it!

- No need - Touya opposed - I don't have big scars today, I didn't receive any serious injuries. I don't want you to harm yourself just because of these small scratches.

- I don't care.. - the little boy said with a serious gaze in his ruby eyes - besides my mum or Hana-chan, you are the only one for I would use it.. You are the person I like the most, and why should I have this quirk, if not for helping my loved ones?

Now give me your hand...

They boys were at the Todoroki's house, playing inside of Touya's room. But they still could hear the shouting of Endeavour and Rei from the another room.

"Enji, he is just seven! How can you do this to him?

"He is already seven! He is my eldest son, and I want him to become the no 1, no matter what. He will surpass All Might! I won't let my dream down!"

From the room where the boys were in, a quiet sobbing was heard after the argument.

- Tenko chan.. I .. I don't even know if I want to be a hero anymore! - the white haired boy cried silently

- It's okay.. I will always be here for you and support you, no matter what.

- Mum, why Tenko's mum is not answering to your calls?

"Breaking news! The no 1 hero Nana Shimura is dead!"

- Mum! It's... Tenko's grandma on the TV! What happened?

"The heroine kept her private life in secret, but unfortunately the tragedy happened there as well. His son's entire family was eliminated, the circumstances are still under an investigation, the suspect is unknown."

- Mum? Dad? - the white haired boy almost cried - Whats the report about? Why we can't reach Tenko? Is he safe?

His mum couldn't answer. All he got is his father's uncertain hug, with a sad gaze and his trying to calm him down.

- I'm sorry, son...

He was so young back then, but then he was able to feel some happiness. He had one fucking friend in this cursed life, yet he had to die.

He didn't remember to much from his childhood - he didn't want to - but the small black haired boy with those ruby eyes was his sweetest memory ever.

He is not the one he used to be. The white haired hero-to-be is now gone, the world thinks he is dead now. And maybe they know right .. Touya Todoroki is truly dead.

Dabi is the one who lives. Dabi, the villain, the bad guy, who kills people just for fun, and kills heroes to calm his broken soul a little bit.

What would Tenko think if he could see me now?"

But there is no Tenko anymore.

There is no one who would heal his injuries, who would make him smile, who would care for him.. there is no one in this world for him. He is alone.

The only thing what makes him happy is to kill those fucking heroes.

Those scumbags who never helped anyone for real, they weren't there for him when his father almost killed him, neither for Tenko when he... passed away. Somehow.

It has been so many years yet no one knows how this case happened. The investigators claimed it had something to do with All for One and Nana's war, and via that, they didnt really look into it.

Dabi wanted two things in his life.

Firstly , he wanted to kill the person who made him and his whole family suffer - his scumbag of a father.

Secondly, he wanted to find out the truth about Tenko's death.

And that's why he is exactly there where he is right now.

He joined the League of Villains.

He heard from some underground fellas that there is a guy named Giran who can find literally anything. Well, the information is the most expensive trading stuff of his, so Dabi knew he has to make some money first.

And what's a better option than making money from killing heroes? And besides that, if he ""sells" himself to Giran first, and the League would be pleased with him as a villain, than the man would owe him.. perfect plan.

Well, it somehow worked. He was in, the LoV took him and even they gave him the opportunity to make them proud.

Even the boss seemed to acknowledge his powers and determination.

Well, the boss.. he was really something. Dabi - nor the others - couldn't see his face,he had always covered it with a human hand. It was kinda creepy but the whole guy was, as well.

He learned that his quirk, the decay is extremely dangerous and that he didn't think a lot about killing. If someone pisses him off, he is willing to turn them to dust within a sec. He has to be cautious, Dabi noted himself.

Shigaraki didn't seem to care too much about his subordinates but in fact, he did. He couldn't even explain it for himself, he just didn't want them to die - maybe.

He didn't exactly know how to "care". He didn't interact with people too much before establishing the LoV. He had Sensei and Kurogiri, and sometimes he was in touch with Giran if he needed something from the black market.

But then Sensei wanted him to get some people, who are his "own". So that way, it was not necessary to ask Giran for some ragtag mobs if he wanted to make a bigger action.

Now, he had some really hardcore fellas, with real power and willingness. He was satisfied.

He was the leader. They listened to him, they obeyed him. That was the most important thing.

But ... since they lived together, he saw the connections between the members. How they get on with each other in their free time. How they talked, played, had fun, etc.

And for Tomura, it was all strange indeed. He has never done it - at least, not after Sensei found him.

Before -

"Hm, that's not relevant anymore, what happened before..."

Dabi was in a good mood recently. No one from the League knew the reason, but the scarred man teased them less than usual. He was even nice with them sometimes.

They were all in the bar, even Shigaraki sat there and drank some spirit when Toga just asked Dabi randomly about his sudden emotional changes.

- Well, if you really wanna know - the burnt man started to speak theatrically - I will finally receive the thing I always wanted to!

- And what's that thing? - Magne asked excitedly- you ordered some goth stuff from Wish?

- Lol nope, that's ..wait, why do you assume I have my stuff from Wish? I definitely don't! But that's not the matter! After the last mission I finally had the cash to buy something from Giran. And he promised me the stuff for todaay!

- What the hell did you buy from that crock? Do you need some guns or what? - finally Shigaraki spoke up too.

He wasn't fond of the fact that he has now some company but he was aware he needed to socialise.

He quite liked the League and that's why he didn't want them to think that he is some creepy loner - well, he is.

- What for? I have my own firepower, it's not the thing. I bought some information...

That was all he shared with the League. At least, for now. He have to see Girans files at first and maybe after he will reveal the truth about himself - and Tenko in front of the League.

When he almost died, and that way he became Dabi, he promised himself he won't share his past with anyone, but since he lived with the League, he wasn't that determined anymore. He felt like there is a bond between them, and if they could help him find Tenko.. it would be worthy.

Even if he - somewhere deep down - realised it is nearly impossible to find his soulmate being alive, the hope never left him.

Neither when Giran gave him the files - with a sorrowful storyline, about AFO's and Nana's fights, about how Nana tried to hide Kotaro's existence, and then after a time skip, there was Kotaro's own family. Birth dates, basics infos, some pictures and the date of their deaths.

So that was it. No trace of life, no chance of survival. The destruction may caused by Afo.

Who is currently in the jail, so Dabi can't even speak to him.

He knew he has to give up on his hopes. There is the fucking evidence his soulmate really died back then.

Dabi just put the files on his drawer, not really paying any attention to hide it. He will do it later - now, he just doesn't want to think about it.

That's why he volunteered for the Leagues next mission.

It was a dangerous one, he needed to a sneak in the Hero commission's building and steal their newest "top-secret" plans.

It was actually spying, and they needed to do it with the minimum amount of men.

Kurogiri would teleport him in and out when it's time, but it is still risky.

Mostly - for a spying- there was Toga or Twice because of their quirks were suitable enough, but now it was required a real fight as well. So the final version was him and Twice. Twice would copy the looks of a random official, and Dabi will hide and somehow steal the secret files.

Shigaraki was really good at making plans. He always calculated a lot of possibilities in, and nearly all the stuff what could happen.

He was aware the mission is not a child's play but a serious one.

He looked over it many times already before presenting it to the others, but the overthinking and insecurity were his habits and can't let him stay calm.

At the evening, he decided to talk with Dabi about it. He wanted to be sure that the flame villain is okay with the whole thing, he knows the details and stuff.

He headed to his subordinate's room. The door was halfway open so the young boss don't really mind to knock on it.

There was a semidarkness in the room, but Dabi was nowhere to seen. Shigaraki came from the bar, the burnt villain was not there either.

Tomura thought he may use the bathroom or whatever, so he decided to wait him in his room.

He was about to sit on his bed, when he accidentally noticed a file on his drawer.

On the top of the file, there was a picture. That particular picture, of his dad and Nana Shimura.

Tomura stood there for minutes like an ice statue. He couldn't imagine how the picture could remain - and mostly how it got into Dabi's room.

At the meantime Dabi finished his stuff in the bathroom or wherever he was, so he came back to his room, only to see his boss holding a picture from his file and staring on that somehow inscrutably.

If it wasn't for Tomura, Dabi would be pissed off, cuz he doesn't like at all when others just come in his room and start to rummage his stuff, but since the blue haired man was his boss, he tried to keep it cool.

- Hi boss, how can I help you?

Tomura turned up when he heard Dabi's voice. He still held the picture, and judging by the mess on the drawer he also took a look into the files.

He was so confused right now he had no clue what to say. His thoughts were so loud and they didn't subside. He wanted to ask Dabi why the hell he has this goddamn file with the picture, how did he get it, and mostly.. could is be possible that he knows his secret?

"No way" - Tomura thought - "he would hide this somewhere and he wouldn't act so normally with him" But he was certain he needs to figure it out.

However his thoughts were still so messy he couldn't ask the proper questions he wanted to - without being suspicious.

He somewhat calmed down when he read those files - and they all stated he.. not he, Tenko - is dead, all the family is dead. No sign of survival.

So Dabi - or the one who gave him this - cannot know about him.

- How did you get those? - he finally managed to ask. His eyes were more deadly than he wanted tho.

Dabi suddenly felt himself quite uncomfortable. What should he say? If his boss would be curious, how should he explain why he wanted these datas? And why is his boss'es suddenly so resentful?

- This is the stuff I bought from Giran - he started to explain - I needed it for.. personal stuff.

Tomuras eyes widened - what kind of personal stuff of his can he related to his family? He noticed how Dabi's mood changed before he met with Giran - he was almost happy and really excited. But after the meeting he got gloomier than usual. Even now - when he spoke up, his voice was somehow sad.

Tomura decided to not deal with this right now, they all need to focus for the next day's mission.

- Anyways - the bluenette said - I just wanted to say not to fuck it up tomorrow. That's all for now. And I will keep this picture. Good night!

And with that, Shigaraki quickly left his subordinates room.

Now Dabi was the more confused one. He just couldn't understand what exactly his boss wanted to do, and why he got so distracted by that fucking picture. And mostly, why did he keep it?

Not if Dabi would need it, there wasn't Tenko on the picture just his dad as a kid with Nana Shimura.

"Maybe Shigaraki recognised the heroine and that's why he was asking? Probably" - Dabi thought. He knew about All for One and the Shimuras were enemies, so maybe that's why Shigaraki acted so strange.

(Part two right here on my page, just couldn’t write here the whole stuff cuz it’s long)

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primasveraas-writing · 4 years ago

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Finnpoe Modern AU- Single Dad!Poe- PART 2

Lmao so Part 2 was supposed to be focused on Finn and Poe’s relationship but that didn’t happen as planned so. yknow. Now there’s a Part 3 on the way where more things actually happen, Finnpoe-wise, and that should explain more about their relationship. It is also very possible that a Part 4 may happen, but all of this is for after finals end next week ANYWAY

Thank you again to Eliane, who had the original idea for this headcanon!

Part One l Part Two l Part Three

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BB makes it through preschool and starts kindergarten the next year

He's nearly a year older than his classmates, but Poe is still terrified on the first day of school

He's less scared than the first first day, and now BB is comfortable enough to stick his tongue out at his dad when he catches Poe wiping tears out of the corner of his eye

But BB still allows a hug, long and tight, when it's time to say goodbye

He signs goodbye! with ease, and pride and bittersweet sorrow swell in Poe's chest

BB has a group of friends by the end of the week

BB has a lot to say, Poe hears from their parents, and Poe chuckles to himself at that

By now, Poe feels more secure in being a single parent, but he remembers Shara's fire and how that was balanced so readily but Kes's calm demeanor

It seems that BB is inheriting all of Poe's sass and spirit, totally untempered

(He doesn't mind in the slightest, though he fears the day BB realizes he can out-sarcasm his father)

Sometimes, BB complains that his Deaf friends can sign better than him, and Poe feels a pang of guilt. They've been learning together, and after a year, they've come a long way, but there are still hurdles

On top of his other classes, BB spends his afternoons in the special education classroom

They find a sense of community there; children and parents who have had similar experiences

It's easier then, better than the year before. The father and son have settled in somewhat, even though Poe dreads the end of the year- BB will switch buildings and teachers and everything will be new again

Despite the impending change, BB thrives. He can write a few shaky words and he's nearly entirely fluent in ASL by the time kindergarten ends

The summer flies by: BB is six already, losing teeth, joining the soccer team

He plays #8 on the team. He's fiercely into it, which isn't entirely helped by Poe screaming his support on the sidelines

Jess, Karé, and Snap all yell too; Kes is the only one who shows his enthusiasm at normal volumes, although Poe can never quite forget the game when BB got fouled and Kes sulked about it the entire night

They meet BB's new teachers in August, a couple of weeks before the start of school

Poe's prepared for this now. He knows what to advocate for, how to navigate the reactions to BB and the calm, placating smiles from people who look lost when they first meet his son

BB's teachers are kind, at the very least. Poe had been a public school kid, but with some financial help from Kes, he'd managed to get BB into a slightly more controlled environment- it's a private school, still a relatively big one, but Poe chose it for its positive reputation and special needs programs

His boss, Leia, had endorsed the decision- her twin brother worked in the district, and if nothing else, Poe trusts Leia’s judgment

But most of all, BB was happy there in both preschool and kindergarten, and that’s all that truly matters

They end up at the special education classroom last on the tour of the new building- Poe nods at a few familiar faces before an older-looking man introduces himself as Luke. He shakes Poe's hand firmly and signs hello back at BB, who's staring up at him, unabashed

I'm Luke, he signs, and doesn't even raise an eyebrow when BB tells him to call me BB

“I work with your sister, I think- Leia Organa,” Poe says because Luke seems all-too-familiar, and Luke nods quickly

“My little sister, yes. She’s mentioned you. She says she reminds you of her husband when he was younger.” Luke raises an eyebrow. “You’re not a troublemaker, are you?”

“No,” Poe says automatically, at the same time BB signs yes!

You’re a troublemaker, too, Poe reminds the boy, ruffling BB’s hair. His son snorts, shaking his head, and peers around Luke to see the rest of the room

“Leia likes troublemakers. She’s the best one of all,” Luke says matter-of-factly, then grins. "But- you'll want to meet the rest of our staff," Luke says, signing as he speaks and peering around the room

"There's Mr. C, and there's Finn. He's new this year, too"

Poe's stomach twists at the words- he's all for giving the benefit of the doubt, but he'd hoped for someone with a little more experience

That's his first impression of Finn- the second is that Finn is-

-well, Finn is hot. Nicely fitting jeans and a gratuitous v-neck, accompanied by a winning smile that flashes before the two men's eyes meet

Finn's eyes are warm and brown and it melts Poe on the spot

BB has already abandoned him, tearing across the room and offering his hand to Finn. Poe blinks, trying to get his thoughts in order, and introduces himself to Finn

The young man is right out of grad school (he came highly recommended, and they had to fight to get him, Luke chimes in, while Finn studies his feet), but he's always wanted to teach, even if he had a brief military stint that ended poorly

My abuela was Air Force, BB supplies

She must have been talented, Finn answers. I think I'd get scared all the way up there

I wouldn't! BB replies at lightning speed, and oh no, Finn's laugh is just as delightful as every other aspect of him

They talk for a few minutes more before Finn is stolen away by other parents and Poe decides to talk to other teachers

(I’ll be seeing you, Finn,” Poe says, and Finn just smiles back, but Poe can’t help but sneak glances at the other man, even with distance now between them

Finn catches him just once, and grins at Poe widely)

Poe doesn’t see BB’s teachers too often- there are stories from his son, occasional phone calls, and parent-teacher conferences, but he runs into Finn fairly often outside of BB-related happenings

The younger man has an apartment within a mile of Poe’s, and Luke and Leia seem somewhat determined to drag their protégés out once in a while

Dinners on a few occasions is one thing, but Poe also discovers that he and Finn frequent the same bars

(Frequent, Poe thinks, is a liberal term for a teacher and a single dad, but he does to find a free night once in a blue moon)

(It makes sense, Poe also realizes, that he would run into a man who wears sensible v-necks at the only gay bar in town)

Poe is nursing a whisky, scanning the room for anyone as tired and old as he is, when he spots Finn half hiding in a booth near the back of the room, a young brunette woman slumped next to him

They look slightly out of place, and Poe is debating if he should go say hi or not when the woman looks up at him, her gaze piercing. Poe looks away, the tips of his ears burning, but he can see her whispering to Finn out of the corner of his eye

Poe is staring determinedly at the melting ice in his drink when he hears slight scuffling behind him, then a voice says “Hi Poe, good to see you.”

Finn’s tone is somewhere between the one he uses on conference night and a clearly forced effort to sound casual, so Poe musters his best smile

“Hey Finn,” he says, friendly, then his mind goes blank

“I didn’t realize I would see you here,” Finn blurts, and his eyes go wide. His companion gives a huffy sigh before nudging Finn’s side with her elbow and retreating back to their booth

“I didn’t know you were- that you go to-” Poe is just as flustered, and neither he nor Finn can meet the other’s eyes. “-that you go to gay bars,” he finishes lamely

“I do,” Finn says, voice soft as he stares at the ground. “Well, not too often but Rey-” he jerks his head back to indicate the woman conspicuously watching them from her seat- “has been stressed lately and I wanted her to have a good night.”

Poe takes a sip of his drink. “She your girlfriend?”

There’s no hope of any sort of recovery now- Poe is vaguely tipsy, a lightweight after his son changed all his evening plans for the past two years, and Finn seems beyond flustered, but this conversation started badly, anyways

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Finn says firmly. “We’re gay- I mean she’s gay- well, I’m bi, but she’s gay- a lesbian. We only kissed once and it was real bad. We’re both single and not dating each other.”

“Good to know.” Poe says mildly, at risk of embarrassing Finn even more. Then:

“Can I buy you a drink?”

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suchdan-veryphil · 5 years ago

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Goodnight, Solos - A Dad!Ben Solo Imagine

Request: Can we get an imagine where Ben has trouble with his and the reader’s toddler and the bedtime routine? Maybe it’s the first time he does it bc the reader is pregnant with their second child and is on bedrest? Their toddler gives him a hard time and just doesn’t wanna go to bed?

Fluff!!!

Word Count: 1,928

Trigger Warning: Swearing maybe?

A/N: I am absolute Adam Driver Trash. Ben Solo deserved better.

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“Ben, are you sure that you’ve got her?” As you sat up against the backboard of the bed, your 7-month-pregnant belly protruded from the covers. The doctor had put you on bed rest, insisting that since your toddler had been born 7 weeks early, that you were at high risk for early labor with your ever-growing baby.

Your husband put his dirty clothes in the hamper before he nodded his head and looked at you. “Not to be an ass, but I literally single-handedly took down a handful of Palpatine’s assholes. I think I can give our two-year-old a bath and read her a story before bed.”

A deep breath ran through your body as you tried not to take offense to what he was saying. “Yea, well if you end up needing help, call me over.”

“I will not.”

“Need help or call me over?”

“Both.” Ben turned around and kissed you on your forehead before he turned on his heels and walked out the door and down the hall towards your toddler’s room.

“Reina, it’s time to take your bath. It’s almost bedtime.”

Looking back at the 6′3″ man was a pair of (y/e/c) that reflected yours, and a head full of messy, curly, midnight hair that was definitely her father’s. “Daddy, not yet.”

“Yes, yet. C’mon, wookie.” Ben had a way of making things sound stern, but not rude or mean. His voice was deep and sultry, but his tone was gentle and empathetic.

“Can I do the bubbles?” her voice was the stereotypical voice of a toddler who knew how to make her father give her what she wants, accompanied by the slightest tilt of the head. She smiled at him, making her chubby cheeks turn light pink.

In that moment, Ben knew that everything he had faced leading up to this point in his life was so that he could be the best father possible for this child and the one on the way.

“Yes, you can do the bubbles. Let’s go.” Ben held his arms out, and they were soon holding your two-year-old tightly, carrying her into the bathroom. He ran the water and plugged the tub. “Reina, come do the bubbles!”

Reina ran to the cabinet by the sink and pulled out the container of the bubble bath and used all of her 29-month-old strength to pop the top off and run towards the bathtub. With no thought, she turned the container on a 180-degree angle, dumping a good majority of the bottle into the tub. Ben quickly grabbed it, struggling to grip it well enough to turn it back over before he plopped it into the sink.

“Bubbles, Daddy!” Reina giggled and put her hands in the running water as the bubbles began to form in the water.

“Yes, lots of bubbles, wookie. Now you gotta take off your clothes?” Ben was grateful that you weren’t able to hear him questioning your two-year-old daughter on how to take a bath.

“Yes and then I jump in the bubbles!” Reina squealed as she undressed and then ran out of the bathroom.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“On a mission!”

“Reina, you’re not wearing clothes, come here!” Ben stood and used the length of his legs to stride quickly towards the naked child that was running through the house.

“Catch me, Daddy!”

Reina ran past Ben and into her bedroom. “Daddy, my wanna put my Rey doll to the bath!” Ben stood there for a moment, confused as to what she was trying to say. “Rey doll in my bath!”

Ben shook his head as he realized what she was saying. “Yea, sure. Let’s just get in the tub, Reina.” He leaned over and scooped her up before he walked her back into the bathroom and put her in the tub before he turned the water off.

Reina looked up at her father and smiled as she grabbed fists full of bubbles, and squeezing as they floated into the air, made their way back down and landed on various surfaces. “Daddy, can you use the force to blow the bubbles around?”

As the Solo boy took a washcloth and made it soapy, he smirked a little and shook his head. “I cannot. But watch this,” and with that, he took a deep breath in and blew into a large hill of bubbles, causing them to fly everywhere and causing the toddler to go into a fit of giggles and laughter. Ben couldn’t help but also chuckle as he continued to bathe the child that taught him a kind of love that he never thought he would know.

The rest of bathtime was pretty smooth if a mess of bubbles on the floor, counter, sink, and Ben was still considered smooth. Ben sat with Reina on her bedroom floor, wrapped in a towel that was made to look like a uniform from the Rebellion. Y/N bought it as a joke, and Ben didn’t find it very funny at first. Only when Reina decided she loved it did he come around.

As soon as he ran the brush through her hair, she whined. “Ow! Daddy that hurted!”

“It hurt?”

“Yea, I want momma to brush it. Can you go get her?”

Ben frowned and gave her a small squeeze. “Momma can’t leave the bed, remember? She has to stay in bed so that she can keep your baby sibling safe and sound.”

“Then we don’t have to brush my hair.” Reina pouted and gave him a teary-eyed expression that pulled at his heartstrings in a way that only her mother had been able to do before.

“Yes, we do, wookie. I’ll try to be more gentle. I promise.” And he was. He had combed through her hair in small sections and in small strokes. This caused the chore to take about four times as long as it should have, but the job was done and there were no more tears, which is what he cared about.

“All done, kid. Where are your pajamas?”

“Top.”

Ben collected any random pair of bottoms and a top before he turned around to find his daughter opening the drawers on her crafting desk with her towel still wrapped around her.

“What’re you doin’? It’s bedtime. Come get dressed.”

“Not yet! I wanna color you a pitcher!”

Ben took a deep breath, not because he was frustrated but because he didn’t know how to get through to the toddler. He finally understood when y/n said: “she’s just like you, stuck in her ways.”

“Tomorrow morning, the first thing we can do is make a picture but now you need put your clothes on so we can lay down and go to bed.”

“Daddy, a story first. Momma always reads me a story.”

“Yes, we’ll read a story but not until you’re dressed.”

Ben had come a long way. If you had come from another galaxy and had heard of the late Kylo Ren, and then met your Ben, you never would have put two and two together. Ben was kind, and he was learning patience. It wasn’t easy for him. There were many days when you two had started dating where you could see his temper come out, but he truly was working on it.

Then the day you told him you were pregnant with your lovely Reina, he really began to hold himself accountable for his actions. He wanted to be the dad he never imagined himself being and giving your daughter a life full of love, trust, and lack of fear and anger.

He held the pajamas up in his hands as he waited for Reina to close her drawers and make her way over to where he stood.

“I can do it.” Her arms reached up and stretched as if she would ever be able to reach any object held over her father’s head. Ben chuckled at the sight, and just to tease her a little, he reached them up higher.

“Are you sure?” Another chuckle escaped his lips as she started to jump up in an attempt to get taller.

“I’m gonna tell momma! My want my pajamas!” The small girl had a stern voice that she had undeniably learned from her father. Ben knelt down and helped her step into her underwear, pants, and lastly her shirt.

“Don’t tell the big boss on me, you know that look she’ll give me. Ben then made a serious face, imitating the one you give when you have to discipline Reina.

With a giggle, Reina lifted her tiny finger to her lips in a shushing motion. “Okay, daddy. Let’s play a game!”

“No no no, let’s read a book and go to bed!” Ben said trying to match the toddler’s enthusiasm as he lifted her up and brought her over to the shelves of books by the window.

The shelves were packed with all kinds of books. Comics, coloring books, books on animals, books on the universe, but Reina’s favorite was “Goodnight Moon”, so it was no surprise when her hand went straight to it. She slid it off of the shelf and held it tightly in her hands.

“This one, Daddy.”

“You got it Wookie.” Ben kissed the side of her head and smiled as he lowered her into her bed shaped like an X-wing.

“Daddy, lay with me?”

“I don’t think I’ll fit in the bed with you, kid.”

“Make you fit! Come here!” Reina moved over all the way to the wall and patted the bed beside her.

Ben watched and tried to analyze whether or not he would fit on the bed. With a light, sigh, he decided that it didn’t matter. As he flicked the lights off, Reina’s star projector night light lit up and covered the ceiling with stars. As he laid down, he pulled the blankets over the two of them and took the book gently from her hands.

“Ok, get comfy.” Ben cleared his throat and opened the book. Reina cuddled into her father with her head on his chest and her arm over his abdomen. Ben smiled lightly to himself as he began to read.

“In the great green room, there was a telephone...” Ben rested his head on Reina’s and continued to read in a slow, soothing voice.

It was only when Ben was half-way through the book that their baby girl had fallen asleep, but he continued to read aloud as if she were still listening.

You had already been waiting for almost two and a half hours waiting for Ben to come back to bed. You knew Reina could be tough to get to sleep, but she had never taken this long before. Getting out of bed, you slid into your slippers and waddled your way down the hall to Reina’s room.

You were met with a dark room covered in stars and the sight of your Ben and Reina Solo cuddled up together, Ben’s stomach holding “Goodnight Moon”.

His cheek was rested on her head and her arms were wrapped around his body. You could feel your heart swell with love as you took the sight in. Ben Solo had come a long way since his battle with Palpatine, and even if he still felt a struggle, you knew that he had changed forever, for the absolute best.

You took one last glance and smiled as you slowly backed out of the bedroom and closed the door, leaving it open a crack. Before walking away, you glanced in and bit your lip. “Goodnight, Solos.”

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jnlnyaface · 5 years ago

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The Rise of Skywalker...Thoughts...

I finally bit the bullet and saw “The Rise of Skywalker” in theaters. I have some thoughts...

Spoilers Obviously!!!!!

My general review is that the whole time I was in the theater all I could think about was how much better it would’ve been if this movie and “The Last Jedi” were combined and divided in two. By that I mean, there were so many things in this movie that would’ve worked better if they were done in the 2nd movie and then built upon in this one. There were things in the 2nd movie that I thought would’ve worked great in this one.

Have you ever taken a creative writing class and the teacher gives you a sentence to start a story and 2 mins to write. When your time is up you pass the paper back and continue the story the person in front of you wrote on their paper. And you keep going until everybody in your row has written a piece of each story. Do you remember reading that story and how one kid turned it into a fairytale and then the next into a horror show? And the last kid was left to try to put a bow on it and call it one cohesive story?That’s what this trilogy felt like.

Here are some quick thoughts before we dive in:

1. Finn being force sensitive *chef’s kiss*

2. Poe-Finn-Rey relationship = actual gold

3. I can now understand why people ship Poe and Finn

4. Even though the story was all over the place the effects with Rey and the Emperor were creepy in a good way

5. Overall I wasn’t as disappointed as I thought I would be but there’s so much that could have been done to make it better.

More under the cut!

Ok guys! Here’s where we do the deep dive. I’m pretty much going to outline all the problems I had with the film, why and what I think they could have done to make it better.

1. The whole Rey Palpatine thing - even though I (and many other people) wasn’t the biggest fan of “The Last Jedi” (because it was just one long car chase where nothing really happened) I did like the idea that Rey didn’t come for a force sensitive family.

I thought it would be cool if the stronger Kylo got on the dark side, Rey got equally as strong on the light side to keep balance in the force. (Like the force itself chose someone to keep balance, someone random) I didn’t like the way it was handled, him just saying it in an offhand way, but I thought it was a good choice. To backtrack and have her be Palpatine’s granddaughter was more than a little ridiculous and way too rushed. If they would’ve introduced this possibly in one of the last two movies that would’ve been fine. But a third movie plot twist? Why?

2. Finn - There are some topics in my life that I feel like I could literally write a college level dissertation on and the treatment of Finn is this trilogy is definitely one of them. Finn was teased so heavily before “The Force Awakens” and ended up being a misdirect for Rey being the real hero/chosen one. I was ok with that because Rey and Finn were so intent on being together. That meant, to me, that throughout the trilogy they would be with each other. They became each other’s family and they weren’t going to let the other go. Then TLJ happened and they were seperated for most of the movie. Why would you separate characters with such great chemistry? (They actually separated all three of the main trio in their own storylines. The problem with this? They never got a chance to be all together and build up their bond (as a trio) before they’re separated.)

This would’ve been fine (ish) if Finn’s storyline wasn’t a side quest of epic proportions. He’s one of the MAIN CHARACTERS and he went to a planet to get a thing for reasons. WTF?! (I will concede he did have some ok character development but it didn’t happen until the very end of the movie) Then they hint that he’s force sensitive and do nothing with it. I’m with the group that believes he moved the rocks at the end of TLJ when he ran to Rey and that was the first hint of his force sensitivity. I was hoping he would be training with her by the time the 3rd movie started (it was a long shot but one can dream). It’s obviously more explicit in TROS but nothing comes of it. He doesn’t have some big moment where he uses his powers and saves someone. He doesn’t have some confusing moment where he’s wondering what’s happening to him. Nothing! He just senses some stuff and exists.

He really doesn’t even add much to the plot of the movie itself. He’s once again benched but they give him busy work to make it seem like he’s actually contributing. John Boyega is an excellent actor and their underuse of him is criminal.

3. The Knights of Ren - Soooooo..... What’s up guys? In the first movie they talk about Kylo and his Knights of Ren being amazing then in the second movie they are never mentioned. Now in TROS they are there lurking in the shadows and....doing nothing. They seemed like they would be these fierce badasses but they get beat while by Kylo while he pretty much has one hand tied behind his back. Wha...

4. Kylo and Rey - I have very many problems with Kylo and Rey. Like so so so many. My biggest one is the kiss. Not necessarily that it happened just that it made zero sense. Yes they had a connection throughout the trilogy but why would that have to translate to romance? Why is it that when a female hero tries to redeem a male villain (or anti-hero) it means she wants to smash? Rey should have been allowed to want to save Kylo/Ben without having to fall for him. I asked a question on here a while back (when I was still contemplating whether or not I wanted to go see the movie).

I asked why people ship/started shipping Reylo. None of the answers I got gave me an “aha” type moment. You know that moment when you’re like “oh I get it now” (not that it changes your mind about the couple just that you understand why that person likes them so much). I didn’t get that at all for the answers I got. Some people said “because of their connection through the force” and I’m like ok...and? Why does that mean romance?

I have never seen him as anything more that a homicidal villain. I always thought their connection was a way for the audience and Rey to get to know Kylo so he wouldn’t be some one dimensional villain. I never saw them in a romantic light. In my opinion that final kiss could’ve been a hug and it would’ve had the same effect. (Or he could’ve just died. I would’ve been fine with that too)

5. Kylo Redemption - My problem with his “redemption” arc is that he didn’t earn it. He literally started the movie taking out an entire battalion by himself to get the pyramid thing. In the first movie he ordered his troops to destroy a whole village of innocent people. After killing Snoke he didn’t disband the first order he just took over and reaffirmed his commitment to the dark side. He killed his father, tortured Rey and Poe and the only reason why he wanted to help Palpatine was to get the fleet he was offering. But then in the 3rd(?) act Leia dies, Rey almost kills him, he has a conversation with the ghost/memory of his dad and suddenly he wants to be a good person again? Kylo is dead and Ben is just back?

The thing is (in my opinion) every great redemption story starts with the person admitting they were wrong and asking for forgiveness. Then putting in the work to earn that forgiveness. Or at least acknowledging they were wrong and dying for the greater good. But Kylo/Ben never acknowledge the mistakes he made, he never asked for forgiveness, he didn’t do anything the showed he should be redeemed. (But he didn’t shoot on Leia’s ship in TLJ and he and Rey fought together on Snoke’s ship) wow he did one not terrible thing and fought with Rey so he could take over the first order. I’m not seeing how that creates a redemption arc for him.

I’m going to expand on this more in my next point but I think if he just fully embraced his villainy it would’ve been better. If he killed Palpatine and became the final boss I think that would’ve been more interesting than a last minute turn as a good guy then dying.

6. Finnrey - When I said I was going to expand on that what I meant was: I’m going to tell you what I think should’ve happened in regards to FinnRey and how they should’ve been handled. In no other movie/book/tv show/short story/play will you see the main female actress and the main male actor not get together. It was so heavily hinted that Finn and Rey had/were going to have romantic feelings for each other (they were supposed to be our Han and Leia) and this was just forgotten about so abruptly.

Even in the second movie, the first thing Finn thinks about is Rey when he wakes up. He wants to get the beacon as far away from the resistance’s ships as possible so when she gets back she won’t be in danger with the rest of the fleet. And Rey talking to Chewie before she goes onto the ship “tell him I said...” what did Chewie say? Who speaks wookie? This movie was such a great opportunity to expand on that relationship and what do we get? Nothing...again. They didn’t even have one full conversation. Ok but why though? Don’t even get me started on the whole quicksand incident. Why wouldn’t he be telling her he loved her? Why is that such an absurd possibility? This is what has been hinted at for 2 movies and now...? Sensing a theme when it comes to hints involving Finn? Yeah me too.

There was a comment or article that I read somewhere that talked about Finn getting knocked out in the first movie during the final battle. This person said it was unfair because of the bait and switch in regards to the trailers teasing Finn vs Rey being the force sensitive in the movie. And I thought “wouldn’t it be cool if Finn and Rey fought Kylo together?”. I don’t just mean that one battle I mean throughout the whole trilogy. Wouldn’t it have been interesting if Kylo and Rey were connected because they were the equals in the dark and light sides of the force and if Rey and Finn were connected because they were a force dyad? That way if Kylo was going to be the ultimate final boss Finn and Rey could train/fight/work together to beat him once and for all. I thought that would be much more compelling. They didn’t even necessarily have to become a romantic pairing.

I’m ok with subverting the, every series ends with a romance trope (even though it seems like the only time this trope is subverted is when a character of color is involved) but in this last movie Finn did little more than follow Rey around the galaxy and call her name when crap was going down. At least if you have force sensitive Finn, who has trained with and is connected to Rey he can actually help her instead of standing around staring the whole time. I, of course am a FinnRey shipper so I was disappointed when they didn’t get together but I’ve had plenty of other ships disappoint me in the past so this was nothing. I just wish they would have communicated for longer than two collective minutes in the 2.5 hour movie. They had such a great relationship/friendship. It was one of the best things about the first movie and it just evaporated in this movie with no real explanation.

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These were some of my thoughts about Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker. I didn’t write this to offend anyone so if I did I’m sorry. I just needed to get this off my chest. I really got into the Stars Wars fandom with TFA and it has been a rollercoaster ride ever since. I try to reserve judgement on a series until it is over, since middle movies can be kind of boring because they’re trying to move the plot forward. I like to wait until the story is done before I say whether or not I liked it and this well...I’m still not sure.

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edwardslostalchemy · 5 years ago

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Thoughts on the Todoroki family members? I know you love Shoto with a burning passion (pun intended), but how would you rate the others? *Roast Endeav*r good for us*

Oh God they’re all my children (except the burning garbage bastard, fuck him). I think they’re all 10/10 would recommend, and the garbage man is -100/10. But just to break it down, let me give you my honest opinion on them:

Shouto: My precious baby bean sweet angel son. If there is anyone who doesn’t know that I adore Shouto with my entire existence, then this is the post that tells you I would die for him and want to see him happy. That’s my favorite kid. He deserves the entire galaxy, holy shit. *chef’s kiss* I see him anywhere and I scream “HE’S SO PRETTY, LET ME ADOPT HIM.” He is my main perspective when I write fics because I can easily self-project onto him. He is relatable despite he and I being super different (as you can see….I explode like a firework and I am more like Izuku who just won’t sit still the fuck), and I want to protect him from the abuse and the trauma. When he gets the flashbacks, that shit feels too real fuck fuck fuck abort abort mission. And when he bursts into flames, I ascend!!!! ANd when he helps Izuku and Tenya fight Stein holy fuck!!! Beautiful!!! Elegant!!!! When he wants to throw hands with the chief of police!!! Bring down the government you stupid bitches!!!! He is not afraid of anyone. He was raised by endeav*r and went through so much abuse he doesn’t give a fuck anymore. Nothing surprises him. He’s done with everyone’s bullshit. He is 15 and he has seen so much in his life. Good luck sneaking up on him. He’ll just glare at you and ask you if you’re done so he can roast the living fuck out of you. Him during the provisional license exam?????? I am struck through the heart. I L O V E him, he is fantastically flawed and he learns from his mistakes and has so much fucking GROWTH. And when he tells Izuku it’s okay to cry???? Man I sob. I S O B like a little BITCH. And during the remedial arc, he’s such a babe. He is so good. Fuck me up with that fire and ice usage!!! He’s just such a great character. He’s also great for expressing myself, too???? Because it’s fun and easy and I can imagine him sitting next to me and just silently judging my actions like “Cook a little faster, you’re starving yourself on purpose.” ANd I’m here like don’t call me out like that. I can’t speed up the stove cooking time. And believe me he always wins. “You can if you’re not a coward.” Fuck he’s right. I have a lot of fun with Shouto. I feel a personal connection to him even if our trauma was different. I just really fucking love Shouto. I don’t know how else to say it other than wow he is just the best character to hit me since….like Edward Elric….he’s also a red head, a fire type character, and has a resting bitch face, which are all characteristics I adore in a character because I, too have a resting bitch face, and I really like fire and red heads. I could go on forever about Shouto if you let me. I didn’t even touch on him being a pro hero. I can write a book on him.

Natsuo: Oh my God, we stan a king. We don’t get enough of him!! Horikoshi is depriving us of one of the best characters in the entire series. He called out his abusive dad on his bullshit and it was so satisfying. He’s so aggressively passive-aggressive it makes my entire being warm with love for this absolute unit of a bastard child. I hope he gets happiness!! He deserves it!!

Fuyumi: Initially, I really liked her. She was passive and looked to be nervous, but supportive of her brother. And I really like that she was concerned for Shouto!!! She really cares about her family. I resonate a lot with her because I want for my family to be closer, but we do have a few issues that we need to work on. Not as bad as hers, though. During the pro heroes arc, I had the impression she wanted for everyone to just forget about the abuse/neglect endeav*r put them all through, but now I know that isn’t the case. I absolutely love her. She is so cute and sweet and she is the boss of the Todoroki household. The men do what she wants and I think that’s amazing. We stan a queen.

Dabi/Touya: I’ve loved him since the beginning. When I saw him, I was like aight he cool. A little crazy, but he’s good. And then he used his quirk and I saw his eyes and I was like bro…..he’s Shouto’s brother……holy shit my guy. We are learning so much from so little information we are getting and I think that I have appreciated the limited food we’re fed by Horikoshi, but we been knew. I just can’t fathom the pain and suffering this baby went through as a child at the hands of endeav*r. Whatever we get shown in the future about the abuse, that’ll only add to how irredeemable endeav*r is and how valid Dabi is being a villain, even though it’s wrong to be part of the LoV. I also love fanon Touya. The interpretation of everyone is just the best gourmet food out there for my Touya loving ass.

Rei: God I cry so much for her. When Shouto goes to visit her, I break down and become a sobbing mess because it’s such a good scene. Whens he turns around and we see her face and Shouto looks like he could cry? Poetic cinema, my dudes. She deserves the entire world and happiness and God, I hope that she can live in a world where she can have some fucking PEACE because she also deserves that. I want for her to be around to watch her son become an amazing pro hero and influence him the way she did when he was little. I just want to take her in my arms and protect her from her awful husband. I can’t stress this enough, Rei was a victim and was not abusive. She is a loving and caring mother who reached her breaking point at an unfortunate time. But she is doing better and I am so happy for her.

endeav*r: Burn in hell, you fucking bastard. He doesn’t deserve redemption. He has done so much damage to his own family for YEARS. He is abusive, negligent, self-centered, and doesn’t care about them. He only cares about his stupid ass unrealistic obsessive goal, and it led him to hurt his entire family. For years. He deemed 3 of his children failures and favored his youngest as the golden child, and he didn’t even see Shouto as a person. He saw him as a tool, he called him his masterpiece as if he were a work of art or some shit, not a person with feelings and emotions and thoughts of his own. He punched a five year old in the stomach to ‘toughen him up’!!! Shouto was throwing up, crying, and curling in pain on the floor and he still wanted him to get up and fight him, a grown ass man that was like 10 times his own size. As if it weren’t enough, he bought Rei to marry her. And hit her if she got in the way of his ‘trining’. He drove her crazy. He had 3 kids before Shouto and pushed them aside. He drove one of them to villainy. How do you fuck up a child so badly that he becomes a villain??? Holy shit!!!! Fuyumi and Natsuo hate him (just because Fuyumi is a sweet angel princess that did nothing wrong doesn’t mean she doesn’t hate her father. She is just trying to salvage what little she can to meet her own happiness) because he didn’t care about them and he abused their sibling and mother in front of them. He is an asshole. He is a horrible person who took way too fucking long to realize what he was doing was wrong. He is what we say in Spanish, a maniac. Maniacal. Insane. He is the one that deserves to go to jail for all of his bullshit. He deserves all of the disrespect he gets because he’s earned it. I don’t care how amazing of a hero he is. He is a terrible human being that should burn in his own quirk. Fuck him.

#shouto todoroki #natsuo todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #touya todoroki #dabi #rei todoroki #endeavor #hearth4days #asks #God thank you for this question #I expressed so much love for them it was therapeutic

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visforvengeance · 6 years ago

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Fp Jones: you can be the boss, daddy -Smut-

Notes: heyyyyyyyy y’all. I’m back. So this story was gonna be titled something else, but I thought this song fit better. I’ve been working on this for like month and here it finally is!!! Also happy new year. I hope y’all have a good time!

Warnings: age gap (reader is of age!), public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!), oral (male receiving), uh a shitty ending, cursing and I think that’s it yo.

Georgia’s POV

Have you ever had crush on your best friend's dad? And you get butterflies every time you see him? When you see those fawn colored eyes and that divine smirk on his lips when he catches you blushing? That's how I felt about the infamous Fp Jones. It kinda sucks when all your friends have such hot fucking dads. Especially when you're a teenage girl going through puberty. Jughead doesn't know of my feelings for his father. I think he'd do his best to keep me away from him if he knew.

I wouldn’t say it was just a crush. More of a ‘hey, let’s date each other’ type thing. But if you were in my position, you’d be feeling the same things. I mean Fp is just so great. But the thing is, I don’t know how he’d react if I were to tell him I liked him. He’s known me since I was 4, and he practically raised me. I’m 19, so it’d be technically legal. But I don’t want to lose my best friend. Jughead means everything to me and I can’t imagine what it’d be like without him.

Fp was coming home today. And you know, we just had to throw a party to welcome the serpent king back home. Everybody ran around trying to figure out who’s bringing who, and what goes where. Jughead and Betty had to pick him up around 3 pm. We had a good 4 hours until showtime. We literally had a list telling everyone what to do. Toni and I, are at the bar. Sweet pea and Fangs, do decorations. And everyone else cleans up and makes things look nice.

Since we had a microphone, I’d plan on singing. Fp loved when I sang to him. I chose a song that was pretty self-explanatory about the way I felt about him. Once I was finished helping Toni, I went up to the stage and set everything up. I needed to go home and change before anything started though. As always, I planned on wearing my serpent jacket, because “serpents never shed their skin” as Jughead likes to say.

3 o’clock came around so quickly. Before I know it, Fp had already arrived, and the party had already started. Everyone had their drinks while dancing and chattering to the music. When he saw me, his face light up so brightly, I’m sure I was bound to be blind soon. He walked over to me and hugged me ever so tightly. “if it isn’t my favorite girl.” We pulled away, and he kissed my forehead. “I’m your only girl, Fp. I hope you aren’t sneaking around behind my back.” I said with a false pout. “No need to pout, darling. You’re my one and only.” There it goes. That wicked smirk.

Toni and I were serving drinks left and right. Fp had, had his own bottle, so we didn’t see him come to the bar much. Toni was the only one who knew of my crush on the older guy. ”So, have you told him yet?” I sighed, hopelessly and in love. “No, I haven’t told him yet, T. How do you go up to someone and say something like that? ‘Oh hey, Fp, I want to date you. We should totally go on a date sometime, what do ya say?’ Yeah, sure.” The smaller girl shook her head and sighed. “Come on, Georgia, you know he likes you too. He literally flirts with you every chance he gets.” I groaned. “Oh please. Do not get my hopes up like that, Toni. Fp is not a shy dude. If he wanted me, he definitely would’ve had me by now.” I stated as I rolled my eyes. Toni shook her head at my obliviousness. “And besides, even if he did like me, what about Jughead? How do you think he’d feel about me dating his dad? His best friend in the whole world, someone he’s known since the age of 4, dating his dad? He’d probably hate me.”

It was her turn to sigh now. “I’m sure he won’t hate you. Maybe he’d be a little irate about it, but I don’t think it’s possible for him to hate you.” I moaned, and turned to look at her. “I don’t know, Toni. I plan on telling him tonight, we can just see how it goes from there?” She gave me a warm smile and reached to hug me. “Whatever happens, just know that it’s okay. And if it doesn’t go as planned, Cheryl and I are always here for you.” Now that Toni and Cheryl are dating, it’s like I’ve gained another best friend. “I know. Thanks, babes.” She nodded and went back to what she was doing.

As it got darker, the more buzzed people were. I decided now would be a good time to sing my song. I slid off my serpent jacket and placed it under the bar. Was I nervous? Hell yeah. But tonight was the night and it had to be done. I made my way up to the stage and spoke into the microphone. “Um..excuse me, everyone?” Voices got quieter and I was given everyone’s attention. “Tonight I’d like sing a very special song for Fp. I hope you like it.” The beat to Lana Del Rey’s you can be the boss started playing.

“You taste like the Fourth of July. Malt liquor on your breath, my, my I love you but I don’t know why”

Once I got through the intro, I felt less nervous. I watched everyone’s reaction as I sung the lyrics, such a wide variety of different expressions.

“You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss. Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce.

I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don’t let it stop. You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss.

Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don’t let it stop”

Fp looked very intrigued. Jughead’s facial expression was unreadable. And Toni stood very amused.

“He has a cigarette with his number on it. He gave it over to me, “Do you want it?” I knew it was wrong but I palmed it I saved it, I waited, I called it. The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips

The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous. I knew it was wrong, I’m beyond it. I tried to be strong but I lost it”

After a while, I became less stiff and started moving more. Swaying my hips side to side as I sung the chorus. My vision was focused on Fp, and his on me.

“He has a white corvette like I want it. A fire in his eyes, know, I saw it He’s bleeding from his brains and his wallet He’s sick and he’s taken but honest The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips

The liquor on his lips I just can’t resist As close as I’ll get to the darkness He tells me to, ‘Shut up, I got this’”

Fp had his eyes on my every move as I rocked my hips and felt myself up. My hooded eyes were left on his figure as he rested his hand across his mouth while he looked enthralled.

“I need you, I need you babe Like I never needed anyone You’re so wrong but you’re so much fun You say you treat ‘em mean To keep ‘em keen

But you, you’re not that nice But you taste like the Fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…”

I gave a glance at Jughead, and he looked all but angry. He looked as if he’d been waiting for this for a while now. The way Fp looked right now, seemed like he wanted to tear me apart. I sung the rest of the song and thanked everyone as they clapped. I hopped off of the stage and walked over to Fp. My heart was beating ridiculously fast as I waited for him to tell me how he felt. “So, what do you think?” I asked, anxiously. Here we go again with this stupid smirk of his.

“You want my honest opinion?” I whined. “Fp, come on. I’m not fucking around.” He smiled and leaned closer to my ear. “I want to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able walk for a while.” He caught me off guard for a second, but I maintained my calm persona. “All you had to do was ask, my love” I whispered back as I kissed his cheek. I grabbed his hand and led him to the restrooms. I pushed him in and locked the door.

I didn’t hesitate to smash my lips against his, and he wasted no times kissing back. His hands rested on my hips while mine were on the back of his neck. He trailed kisses from my jaw to my neck, and every spot he’s been would feel like I was on fire. I bit my lip as he sucked on my pulse point, causing me to moan quietly. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and pushed me against the cold marble wall.

His calloused hands ran up my thighs and he squeezed tightly, so tight that I’m sure there’d be a bruise tomorrow. Our breathing turned violent, as we became rougher with our movements. Our teeth clashed because of how hard he kissed me again. I ran my hands down his body to feel how hard he was, he let out a gasp when he felt me squeeze his cock. ”You’re so hard for me, daddy. How about we fix that, hmm?”

I unwrapped my legs from around him and pushed him against the wall. I got down on my knees and unbuttoned his pants, tugging them down to his knees. His cock sprung out at me and I smiled. ”Only you could make me this hard, princess.” I stroked him and looked up at him. ”Oh, daddy. You’re in for a wild night.” I presented him with a smug look.

After being sexually active for 3 years, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a man moan so beautifully. I licked up the pre-cum that spewed from the head and moaned. I slid him into my mouth and sucked softly, which made his grip on my home tighten. I struggled quietly as I took him all the way in my mouth. I guess he couldn’t take my teasing and decided to take matters into his own hands. He held my head in place as he fucked my face roughly. My moans mixed with his loud ones were like a melody. If you didn’t know what we were doing in the first place, I’m sure you know now.

He slowed down and I pushed him away. “Not so fast, buddy. I want you in me.” He laughed silently and kissed me passionately. “Whatever you say, babe.” He pushed me against the wall as we made out, he slipped his hands into my pants and found my clit. He pressed his fingers against it and I felt jolts of ecstasy ripple through me. ”You’re so wet, doll. Who made you this wet?” He rubbed vigorously at the little bundle of nerves.

I moaned out in a pleasurable manner. ”You did.” He kissed down my neck, leaving little hickies every now and then. ”You’re such a beautiful girl, you know that, love? I’ve never fucked anyone as beautiful as you.” He pulled his hand away, causing me to gasp. Before I could process what was happening, he pulled my pants down. ”Oh,” I said softly. He picked me up koala style and held me tightly as he pushed himself in me.

We both let out a stammering breath. He paused for a second, so I could get used to his size. He was a lot bigger than I expected. I told him to move as I’ve gotten used to him by now. His rhythmic thrusts caused to me to whimper and pull at his hair. ”You look so beautiful like this, doll. Taking my cock so well in that pretty pussy of yours. I can’t wait to see you cum on my cock, like the good girl you are.” His words were forcefully pushing me over the edge as I came. I nearly screamed, but instead, I kissed him.

He kept going, as he hasn’t reached his orgasm yet. But he was so close. His thrusting became unsteady and his breathing got faster. ”Cum for me, daddy.” He pulled out and came on my thigh My boy was a moaning mess, such a sight to see. “Oh god.” He breathed out as he tried to calm down. “How was that for a first time?” He laughed and kissed my cheek.

When we were all good to go, we exited the bathroom. No one noticed but Jughead. He made his way over to us and chuckled. “Looks like you two had fun.” He said with crossed arms and a smirk. I looked at Fp and smiled. ”I guess you could say that.” I pulled Jughead to the side. ”Are you like…okay with this? I mean us dating?”

”I mean it is going to be a bit weird. But I know you and my dad. I think you’d be good for each other. But don’t expect me to call you mom.” He noted while pointing at me. ”Oh please, I wouldn’t dream of it.” I laughed and hugged him. I walked back to Fp and wrapped my arms around him. ”Hello” I perked my chin upon his shoulder. ”Hi” He chirped and turned around. ”So. Happy homecoming!” I exclaimed. ”Thank you. For all of this.” I shook my head and smiled ”anything for you.”

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fangirlfromdownunder · 6 years ago

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Single Dad Support Group AU

Okay so, I know I’ve been gone and I haven't been posting and that’s due mainly to not really knowing what to write for a lot of requests or not being in the best place mentally (I’m working on it! Don’t worry!) or kinda worrying that what I’m writing isn’t good enough. And I don’t even know if you guys know that I write for Free! Iwatobai Swim Club. But this ideas been stuck in my head for a while and I just gotta get it out there. So without further adue, I present the Single Dad Support Group Au.

Basics

Okay so it was Gou’s idea to start the group, mainly because her brother’s a mess and has no idea what he’s doing and the others aren’t any better

They make Makoto the head of the group because he’s the one who seems to know what he’s doing the most

This AU includes the boys form the movies but not the third season, I haven’t seen it yet

Makoto, Haru, Nagisa, and Rin are all still friends from swim club and thats how they all joined the club. Rei lives in the same building as Nagisa so he got dragged in that way. Ai and Sousuke joined because of Rin. Kisumi joined because Makoto invited him and he brought along Asahi who in turn brought Ikuya... eventually.

Makoto:

Makoto has twins, two beautiful little girls both 10 years old. One called Aiko and the other called Hina. While both look almost completely identical to each other, Aiko has Makoto’s eyes where as Hina has their mothers, a beautiful deep brown.

The twins mother dyed in a house fire when the girls were 3 years old, while the three have mainly moved on there is still a lot of grief over what happened

Makoto works at a childcare centre, it works with the girls schedules since they have school and then head off to their respective clubs before all meeting again to head home. Everything is relatively close by. Makoto takes the weekends off so he can spend time with them and so he can attend the fathers support group

On the topic of clubs, lets talk about the girls for a second

Aiko is the shyer of the two. She’s younger by a couple of minutes and is more artistic than her sister. She’s apart of her schools art club and is actually rather talented. She prefers to wear shorts and teeshirts along with sneakers because they’re more comfortable and if the school has a uniform she’d much rather wear the boys, mainly because it’s comfortable and that way she doesn’t need to worry as much about getting paint on her. It unfortunately gets all over her clothes and Makoto has to spend every night cleaning it out

Hina is the sportier of the two. She’s a member of her schools soccer club. She’s also the one who gets in the most fights. She’s not one to sit idly by when someone’s being picked on, unfortunately this ends with her fists most of the time. Hina prefers to wear dresses and skirts when she's not playing sport. She’s also very interested in things like makeup and design, but doesn’t really have a talent for it. Her clothes often end up covered in mud if she’s playing sport or not. Makoto ends up with a lot of washing

Makoto is the member of the group who looks like he’s got his shit together. He somehow manages to make enough money to care for all of them, have time to attend all the important life events and club things, have a loving and close relationship with his daughters, and still somehow make time to cook and clean for not only his family but Haru’s as well

When the girls were younger Makoto used to jog with them in a stroller. Let’s just say he was pretty popular with the ladies and still is

But it’ll take someone very special to distract him from his girls

Haru:

Haru’s a mess

He loves his daughter, Nami, he really does. But sometimes he can hardly take care of himself

Haru is a divorced father. He actually got married but started questioning his sexuality shortly after, and realised he was gay when Nami was 1. The divorce wasn’t messy, his ex wife understood that sometimes it takes a long time to work things like sexuality out and she doesn’t hold it against him. They have joint custody of Nami but she stays with Haru most of the time since her mother travels a lot for work, she does send gifts though

Nami is currently 8 and is the spitting image of her father, just a girl. She’s also quite like him as well. Both share a love for swimming and the water and both are quite socially awkward. Naimi doesn’t have too many friends outside of the other kids in the help group, Makoto get’s worried about her sometimes. But Haru isn’t. Nami may be shy and socially awkward but she’s not weak. She’s just like water. Gentle yet strong.

Haru works as a swimming instructor at the local pool. He could have gone pro as a swimmer, and almost did, but wanted to focus on raising his daughter instead.

Haru spends most of his off time at Makoto’s house, as a result the three girls are very close and I pity anyone who picks on Nami because they will catch Hina’s hands

Nami know’s somethings probably up between her dad and Makoto but she doesn’t ask. She loves him now and if anything happens with Makoto she’ll love him then, she’ll just gain two sisters out of it

Nagisa:

You know who else is a mess? Nagisa

Nagisa had a similar situation it Haru where he realised he wasn’t straight. While he wasn’t gay he wasn’t attracted to the woman he was with anymore. The two weren’t married but the custody fight was hard. His ex moved across the country after the split and took their son and daughter with her. He had to fight to be able to see them and the two eventually agreed that during holidays they would be with Nagisa and during school they’d stay with their mother.

Nagisa has a son and a daughter, the son being the younger of the two at 9 and his daughter being 10. His son is called Kaede and his daughter is called Mami. Kaede is the more mellow of the two, Mami having inherited her fathers joy for life. Kaede is rather quite and scared of people at first but quickly warms up to them, especially if his sister is there to show that they aren’t a thread and are nice. He’s a sweet boy with a huge sweet tooth who looks just like their father. Mami on the other hand is loud and bubbly and makes friends everywhere she goes. She’s a giant ball of sunshine who spreads smiles and happiness everywhere. She has her fathers eyes but long, straight brown hair.

Nagisa kind of act like a child, even with kids. He’s a young spirit who will play games with the two endlessly and let them win just to see them smile. He takes them out for ice cream and cannot say no to them ever

Nagisa works with Makoto at the childcare centre but also works nights at his local diner, he wants to be able to pamper his kids when they’re with him and while they aren't. He sends gifts all the time and often pays more child support than he needs too.

Nagisa is also pretty active on the dating scene. While he doesn’t go on dates when his kids are in town, he’ll often be seen at speed dating nights when they aren’t around and is one of the few in the group who still goes out drinking and clubbing. Gotta live while you’re young, after all

Rei:

Okay, so Rei ended up with a son because he accidentally got this girl pregnant and she didn’t want the child so Rei offered to take full custody of the child, who is currently only 2

He works a desk job and his son is enrolled at the daycare that Makoto and Nagisa work at

His son is called Michi and is a very inquisitive toddler. He seems to be at the stage of life where he will grab anything and everything and put it in his mouth. He will get anywhere he wants whether he has to crawl, walk, climd, or jump and has ended up in places that have given Rei a heart attack. Other than having a knack for getting himself in a tight spot Michi is a good natured boy who bares a striking resemblance to his father, we may have a mini me here

Rei is the kind of dad who really needs a break. He works all day and them picks up Michi and takes care of him all night. He’s a great father, don’t get me wrong, but boy is tired and his boss works him way to hard

Rei and Nagisa are relatively close. Nagisa has hit on him a few times but Rei hasn’t reciprocated which lead Nagisa to believe he wasn’t into men. However, when Nagisa had one of his female friends over and they hit on Rei he didn't respond either. Nagisa isn’t sure what Rei is looking for and kind of wants to take him to speed dating just to see what happens. Rei refuses, claiming he doesn’t have time for such things.

In what little time Rei does have to himself he reads and does quiet things... or he just naps. God knows he needs it.

Rin:

I give you the epitome of a child who is just like you

Rin’s son, Nobu who is 9, is literally the spitting image of his father and has the same loud and competitive personality. Nobu love swimming and thinks of his father as his idol, since Rin is a professional swimmer. Nodu values his friends a lot, of which he has many. Nobu is the type of child that the other children swarm too. He’s a natural born leader and an all around good kid. He’s just like his dad

Rin has shared custody of his son with his ex girlfriend. The two were long term until she cheated on him while he was away for a competition. Rin didn’t want to make a big deal out of it in front of Nobu but it’s a cold relationship now, they don’t talk much outside of their son. They’re civil about everything. Rin vents to Souske about it every week

As mentioned before, Rin is a professional athlete now. Not much to say about it other than he’s good at what he does and his son idolises him a little

Rin’s a great fucking dad. While he’s a little bit of a mess in terms of forgetting playdates and some important school events he’s very loving to his son and if his son asked him to show up somewhere right that moment he’d drop everything and rush to whatever event he missed or play whatever game he wanted. Rin also takes Nobu on the best holidays, his mother needs to keep up because last golden week they went to Hawaii and had the best time ever

Rin taught is son personally how to swim, the only other person he’d trust to teach his swimming prodigy of a son his Haru

Speaking of Haru let’s talk about how their kids get along

Nobu has a giant crush on Nami and Hina is not pleased. While Hina doesn’t necessarily dislike Nobu but she also has a crush on Nami and thinks Nobu is too loud for the quite girl. Akio has no opinion on the matter, she sees Nami as a little sister anyway

Sometimes Rin has Got babysit for him and Nobu loves her a lot, they’re very close and You spoils him

Sousuke:

He’s wrapped around his daughter finger

She could ask him for anything and she’d get it no questions asked

She’s adorable really. 7 year old little girl. Bright blue eyes, dark hair, often seen in white. But she also knows that she can have whatever she wants from her father so she can be a brat at times

Sousuke’s relationship with his ex wife is messy. When they first divorced she took custody of their daughter, Suzu. His ex, however, was not a suitable mother, not by far. He took her to court over custody almost immediately and it was really messy, there were tears and lies everywhere. But at the end of the day he walked away with custody and Suzu was away from a mother who couldn’t/wouldn’t take care of her

Sousuke works as a physical therapist, having experienced an injury in his younger years he didn’t handle properly he now tries to make sure young people don’t do the dumb shit he did

Sousuke takes Suzu out a lot. He thinks her getting enough fresh air and sunlight is really important. Even when she was a baby he used to take her out on jogs with him, he’d have this little baby strapped to his chest while he ran. Now he mainly takes her to the park or out on bike rides. They’re a very active pair.

Sousuke sometimes goes out on dates but its rare. On the odd occasion he does he’ll have Rin or You babysit for him. Suzu love them both like family and they all get along swimmingly.

Nittori:

So Aiichirou is a shy baby. Accept when it comes to his daughter. If anyone fucks with his daughter he will fuck you up.

He has fought the principle of the school before. Boy was yelling. He might have thrown a stapler at the ground. He’s not proud but it did get things done

His daughter, Yuuka, is 11 years old and has blonde hair and blue eyes. She’s quiet and shy and doesn’t fit in. She’s often bullied by people, which is why Ai fought the principle because he wasn’t doing shit. She has a flair for artistic design, when she’s older she might go into architecture. She’s smaller than most children her age and it’s something she’s insecure about. She has a lot of insecurities. I want to hug her.

Ai works at a bookstore and restaurant while studying chemistry at an online university.

The duo spend a lot of time watching movies together and playing video games. They also go sight seeing a lot, Yuuka likes architecture and has her own little camera she uses all the time

Nittori actually adopted his daughter. She was his sisters child who is no longer with them and after Yuuka’s father died in a car crash Nittori took the girl in and legally adopted her

Nittori is one of the few who has some idea of what he’s doing with raising a child. He's capable of taking care of her, makes sure she attends school on time, does her homework, works nights but makes sure she has diner in the fridge when he does. Makes sure she has plenty to read and expand her mind

Kisumi:

Kisumi is raising both his child and his brother. His child is a son, not five months old. The child’s mother had complications during the birth and didn’t make it. Kisumi is still very much filled with grief from this event but he’s preoccupied with raising young Yuuma.

Kisumi works from home, running an online store and runs a successful photography page online. He's very aware of online presence and is an influencer himself. Any pictures that are of his son, which are few, get the most traction. Yuuma’s a cute baby. Soft pink hair, soft green eyes, very pale. He’s adorable

Hayato is in his last year of high school at this point and loves his nephew so damn much. He helps take care of him when Kisumi has to go out and loves it so much.

Hayato may or may not be very popular with people because of this

So many people want to date him man

People just like people who are good with kids

Kisumi is also very popular because he’s good with kids, not just his own. Even before Yuuma, Kisumi knew he wanted to be a father, he loves kids

They’re a very loving family

Haru is not pleased that he’s in the group but what you gonna do?

Asahi:

Okay we have another mess

Sometimes it’s his daughter taking care of him

Asahi what are you doing, get your shit together

He works in a cafe and restaurant

His daughter is called Izumi and has bright red hair, just like her father, and soft brown eyes. She’s almost her fathers opposite. Where her father is loud and a giant mess she’s calm and somehow seems to know what she’s doing. She’s so mature for her age, she’s only 10.

Her mother died in a car crash when she was young, Asahi’s doing what he can to help but he can barely take care of himself

Someone help him, he’s trying he really is

Ikuya:

The last to join the group, Ikuya has a 10 year old daughter who is shy and socially awkward and he would do anything for her. Her name is Hibiki

Hibiki has long black hair and red eyes. She loves swimming and her dad is her favourite person. Her mothers never really been in the picture but neither are really worried about it, they have each other and that’s what matters to them

She meets Nami before she meets the other children. The two met at a swimming lesson and hit it off almost instantly, the two are so similar and both fathers are glad their daughters have friends

Ikuya is a journalist (IDK I just feel like it fits him..) and is actually pretty popular

He and Hibiki often go on swimming weekends where they’ll go on a trip somewhere they can just swim and talk. She tells him everything, they have no secrets, she trusts him with everything

Surprisingly Ikuya is also very open with her about his feelings. Not to the point where its too much for someone her age but if he’s not having the best day or has met someone he might be interested in he’ll let her know

They are each others most important person and if Ikuya is interested in someone she has to approve of them before anything happens

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stressful-and-deathy · 7 years ago

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[goodnight, goodnight] my sweet little one, tomorrow your eyes will light up the sun

(future-fic; daddy jake being cute; this is Fluff with a capital F; real teeth rotting stuff; you’re all warned)

Amy was worried sick. Even though Jake kept telling her that he had things under control, he knew that she probably grabbed her purse and got in the precinct’s elevator about 5 times before giving up and turning back around. Rey wasn’t feeling very good, she was coughing like crazy and had a sore throat and a sick Rey meant a very sad, cuddly, and needy Rey. And because Amy was held up in the precinct due to someone in her squad screwing up an arrest, Jake was on Sick Rey duty all night by himself.

He had just finished texting Amy back again, when he looked up from the mattress he had put in Rey’s room and saw his pouty four year old looking down at him, her shiny curls going in every possible direction and her tiny little hands gripping the wolf blanket her aunt Gina had given her tightly.

‘I’m sorry, baby. Did daddy wake you up?’ –He asked her.

‘No, my throat hurts again when I swallow’ – She said before going into another coughing fit.

Jake looked at his phone and saw it was 2:21 PM which meant there was still at least 2 more hours until it was time for her medicine again. He almost caved and called Amy, because seeing his daughter hurting and not knowing what to do was one of the worst things he could possibly experience. But then it hit him.

‘Okay, I’ve got an idea! Remember when mommy was sick like you and you helped daddy make that super cool magic potion your abuela thought me and mommy felt so much better? What do you say we make some for you now?’ – He said as he got up and reached to pick her up in his arms.

‘Yes, please.’ – Rey answered with a weak voice and immediately hid her warm face in the crook of his neck.

Just as they were about to walk out the door, Rey yelped loudly, almost making the entirety of her father’s hair turn white at once.

‘DADDY! You forgot the capes, it doesn’t work if we don’t wear capes.’

As relief went through his body like a wave, Jake turned around, placing his daughter on her bed and picked up her Power Rangers bed sheet.

‘Oh, ReyRey, thank god you remembered! Of course we can’t do it without the capes!’ - Jake said as he secured a knot around her neck, making sure it was just loose enough.

´Now yours, daddy!’ – He grabbed the sheet from his temporary mattress, repeated the process on himself and turned around, so that his back was to his daughter.

‘Hop on!’ – She giggled and wrapped her arms around her father’s neck and her legs around his torso the best she could.

‘Okay, little monkey, do you think you can hold on super tight and not let go?’ – Rey nodded happily, a bit of color already returning to her chubby cheeks.

‘Alllllllllright, X-Rey and her helper Daddy McClane are reporting for duty and ready to kick this cough in the but..ter. Yep. We’re gonna kick right in the butter.’

´Daddy, I know you were gonna say butt. It’s okay, I won’t tell mama.’ – Rey whispered.

Jake shook his head slightly. He knew that little girl was 100% going to tell her mother. He was screwed. Heh. Not the first time, certainly wouldn’t be the last.

As they were arriving in the kitchen, Rey perked up behind him.

´Daddy, would you please ask Mr. Teddy Bear that lives in the machine to hug my blankey? I’m still cold.’

´Sure thing, Captain Rey. You’re the boss.’- Jake answered as they made a detour to the dryer to warm up Rey’s blanket. It was something Amy’s mother had done to her when she was growing up: putting the blanket in the dryer for 15 minutes so that it was nice and warm right before bed. They had learned it was the best way to keep Rey in her own bed until she actually fell asleep. Jake came up with the idea for ‘the big warm cuddly teddy bear living in the machine’ story (when they told her, she asked ‘Ohhhh, is it uncle Terry?’).

With the dryer set, they made their way back to the kitchen and Jake started to get everything they needed.

‘Okay, Rey of Sunshine. Let’s do this! I remember that we’ve got to grab the coolest caldron we have and boil some magical water from the Fairies Creek, isn’t that right?´ He felt her nodding against his shoulders. ´Now, what’s next?’

‘Ohh, I know! Lemons from the magical secret garden in Narnia’

‘Yep, you are so good at remembering things, just like you mom’ He said as he grabbed a lemon, cut it and proceeded to put the slices in the water.

´Now, the ginger! Remember that one? The thingy that looks like the Thumb-Thumbs from Spy Kids?’

‘I don’t want to drink thumbs, daddy’ Rey giggled.

‘Don’t worry, my Jed-rey Master, the honey will disguise the thumb taste, so you’re not even going to notice it.’ Jake answered, making Rey laugh even harder which sent her into another coughing fit. He started to worry again and sped up the process, slicing the ginger quickly and adding it to the pot.

‘Alright, let’s pick a cup for you now. What are you thinking? Bat-girl? Wonder Woman? Ohhh, I know! Princess Bubblegum!’

Rey quietly asked for the one with the rainbow unicorn Grandpa Rey had given her and Jake poured a bit of honey into the carefully selected sippy cup.

‘Aye, Captain. Let’s go get your blankey while we wait until it’s ready.’

A few minutes later, Rey was settled on the couch as she snuggled her warm blanket and Jake was in the kitchen, pouring the tea into the cup. As he came back into the living room, his heart dropped a little bit. Seeing his little girl, who was usually all energy and proud smiles when she made him laugh out loud, so quiet and frowning from the pain made him feel helpless. But what made it even worse was knowing that this was far from the last time he wouldn’t be able to protect her from something, be it a stupid cold or more serious stuff he wouldn’t even dare to think about right now.

But then Rey looked up when she noticed her father approaching. She smiled as big as she could and reached for him. That’s when he knew he’d gotten it right, because despite being in pain and a bit cranky, she knew her daddy would do everything in his power to help her feel better and found comfort in him. His daughter, differently from him, would always be able to count on her dad being there for her.

So yeah, it was all worth it.

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Shortly later, Amy gets home and the first thing she sees as she walks through the door is the following scene: her sick daughter and her silly husband are sitting on the couch, staring very intensely at a rainbow sippy cup that sits quietly (as expected) on the coffee table. Rey had her hands held in front of her, as if to touch the cup but not quite reaching it.

´Should I ask what is going on or you guys think I’d rather not know?’ She exclaimed, startling both of them.

‘Mama, we’re just using the force to make sure abuela’s magic potion is going to work, that’s all’ – Her daughter argued, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but her voice cracked a bit which made her feel even more guilty about not being there with her tonight.

Amy walked closer, kissed Rey’s warm forehead and looked at Jake, still waiting for his answer. He pointed to his phone and started typing.

A few second later, she got the following text:

‘I needed something to make sure she waited until the tea cooled a bit to avoid burned tongues and all that jazz. That’s what I came up with under pressure. We’ve been doing that for a few minutes now nbd.’

She couldn’t help the smile that was growing on her face and the guilt she felt started to ease a bit because she knew there’s nothing Jake had done that she would’ve done differently and she loved him more each day for that. Her thoughts were interrupted by another beep from her phone.

‘Also I told her she could sleep in bed with us it’s not my fault she made the eyes at me love you byeeeeeeeeeee.’

Okay, guysssssssssssss, this is it. It’s the first time I attempt to write anything longer than silly headcanons or a few paragraphs. I would love to know what you guys think!

I apologize for grammar stuff. I finished it at 3 am and felt like posting it immediately otherwise I know I’ll keep wanting to change stuff and eventually chicken out. Also, english is not my first language, so there’s that.

The title was inspired by this song and the name rey was inspired by this headcanon.

Anyway, i hope someone enjoys it! <3

#brooklyn nine nine fanfic #b99 fanfic #jake x amy fanfic #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #i probably shouldn't be posting this at 3 am #oh well

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bloodycalligraphy · 7 years ago

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multi-purpose-tool-guy replied to your post:

im just gonna.... scoot in here and uh..... enable you..... scoot scoot....

OK hear me out. Here’s some TLJ-based Kylux mpreg thoughts.

I think Snoke always knew Kylo was the knock-off brand of what he really wants. That Kylo is broken by the fact that he FEELS SO MUCH and he lets his feelings drag him around even though he clearly wishes he wasn’t like this. He was probably always like this.

And Hux? Hux is useful but Hux lacks the sort of power that Kylo has by birth and breeding. Also he’s an absolutely sucking void of a human being with bile where other people have blood. He’s easy enough to control, but mostly exactly as you would a dog — reward it when it’s good and make sure it knows you could beat it if it’s not. Watch the teeth. Don’t take your eyes off it.

They’ll be steps to power, but are they really going to be heirs to his vision? Or are they the tools he’ll use until he can get better, shinier, less buggy and broken ones?

I’d like to thank the Rlos who want Rey to “continue the Skywalker line” because that sure sounds like the exact sort of shit you could feed Kyle Ron to make him do some Fucking Weird Shit and well, General, just lie back and think about the Empire. Kyle has probably never seen junk that wasn’t his own and the one Knight that he kissed once got sent out by Snoke to some planet acid-spitting worms and came back with their lips melted shut by scar tissue. And frankly I’m not sure anyone has ever in his life taught Hux that sex is about anything other than Power and Pain.

Anyway, Kyle over here’s like literally twice as wide as Armie, so obviously he’s got the space in that refrigerator-size torso for whatever demonspawn comes out of this.

Throw in some Force garbage about how if Kylo doesn’t spend a certain amount of time around Hux regularly he feels like he’s gonna puke his kidneys out because this INCREDIBLY FORCE SENSITIVE fetus would like to vibe with whatever weird vibes Hux gives off. Actually they’re probably very chill. Since he’s only got one (1) emotion: Hatred. And he’s got a boss and a PAIN IN THE ASS who can read his mind, I’m sure the inside of his brain is WMD blueprints and elevator music most of the time.

So they chill. They don’t... like each other? But maybe they realize that they’ve made some misjudgments and now they’re actually even better prepared to murder each other.

Hux starts researching weapons that a lightsaber can’t block. Force-resistant materials. He starts packing a couple extra energy blades on his body at all times. He buys a slug-shooting rifle and starts carrying it damn near everywhere.

Kylo is still gonna be killing his dad and getting gut-shot by a wookie and finding the true power of hatred after THE ANGRIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD hands him his own ass on a platter, obviously. You could stuff a whole watermelon in that boy and it would not slow him down. But it’s fucking with his head. Are his priorities... right? What does it all mean? Existential crisis with a side of his body literally doesn’t belong to him and he didn’t choose this at any point and WHY IS HE DOING ANY OF THIS AT ALL

Things explode. Things still very, very much explode.

And that’s going to be rather important, really, because Hux knows he can rebuild a planet-sized weapon and he can buy a new warship and he can train a hundred thousand more child soldiers. Every life except his own is replaceable and it always, always has been.

And Kylo is thinking obsessively about family, about his parents, about his childhood, about his life and where it has lead him, about right and wrong, light and dark.

But all things must come to an end? And the boy sith who would be supreme leader doesn’t have enough time to telepathically tell Rey NOT to swing by really not a good time right now.

Kylo gets his guts excavated by unfeeling, uncaring medical robots because this is a hideous dystopia of reproductive rights or something. Hux is there because, well, he’s a little bit of a sadist everyone knows that. That’s the only possible reason he could be there, isn’t it?

Haha no. He’s gonna make eye contact with that blue-eyed, screaming creature and all the crazy in that heavily hair-gelled head is gonna skew in exactly the expected ways. Because, well, he can BUILD another weapon. He can BUILD another army. But he can’t BUILD a fucking baby. Or well, he could, but it wouldn’t be this exact baby, now would it? And honestly, honestly? Why would he build any other? This one is PERFECT. He made that and it’s his and he would rather drown in his own blood than let anyone hurt it.

(See? He’s not his father after all. He cannot even understand his father in this moment. He has always known himself to be weak and sought to protect himself. Now here is the weakest imaginable version of himself and he feels that same urge. It’s his and he will protect it or he will die. That has always been the only two options.)

And Kylo wakes up with his internal organs rearranged and stapled back together to see a fucking armed sociopath holding HIS CHILD and nearly kills Hux right then and there except if he died then he would definitely drop the baby and if Kylo sits up too fast his spleen is gonna pop out probably.

They don’t even have to talk about things or lie to each other because they have spent a stupid amount of time with one another and they know. The fear in Hux now is the same fear that is swallowing Kylo up like a howling cyclone.

So they go to Snoke and it seems very much like Hux will betray Kylo like the untrustworthy dog that he is and Kylo will stay the loyal and steady servant of the darkness, but Kylo is a nest of serpents held together by medical tape. And all of Hux’s research? Well, if you want to blow the most powerful Force user you’ve ever met’s head off his ugly shoulders? You might need a real firearm and some Force-resistant bullets.

Cue a very different fight against the Praetorian Guard. Rey shows up twenty minutes late with Starbucks to a room full of corpses and fire and Kylo “Ben Solo” Ren trying to hold his torso together while Armitage “General Hugs” Hux looks increasingly red-faced and distressed at a very small and screaming baby.

No lightsabers explode.

No one’s around to sign the paperwork on DJ’s deal so he fucks off on the first ship he can break into while Phasma’s calls keep going directly to Hux’s voicemail.

The Resistance makes it to Crait safely and Holdo does not explode anything and Rose does not have to contemplate kicking 500,000 stormtroopers to death with her own two feet. (I mean she doesn’t, but she still DOES.)

Phasma’s call goes through.

“Hey I’ve got two big Resistance morons and a soccer ball.”

“Cool. We killed the Supreme Leader and also it’s a girl.”

“Congratulations, sir. Does she have a name?”

“Not yet, I was a little busy.”

Rey watches Kylo get increasingly pale. “Are you okay?”

“Not really,” he says.

Hux remembers that someone helped MAKE this baby and she’s probably fond of him or something. Maybe Hux is fond of him. He’s not sure yet exactly. But he would probably shoot the scavanger girl if she hurt him. Of course, he would probably shoot her anyway, y’know? Just because.

Chewbacca is sort of waiting for Rey to come back.

He does not expect her to come back in the company of the First Order’s three most powerful leaders and also Rose, Finn and a VERY ANGRY BB-8.

Also there’s a baby? It’s a very cute baby. She’s got Ben’s nose already.

“What’s her name?” he asks.

“Haven’t decided,” Kylo Ren says at the same time Rey says, “I don’t know.”

They glare at each other. Chewie does not smack Kylo upside the back of his head simple because it looks right now as though a stiff wind would knock him over just as well. Also, well, he wouldn’t have helped Rey with this COMPLETELY INSANE PLAN if he didn’t think Ben Solo could still come home.

He can’t. Really. This is not Ben Solo going to his mother. This is Kylo Ren going to General Organa with three and a half hostages and a burning desire to get some war criminals off the hook.

(Maybe DJ does a nice thing and leaves something explosive behind when he goes. Or he gives the whole First Order a computer virus or something. They’d deserve it.)

Anyway, Hux probably is still set on handing his daughter the whole known universe and does something incredibly stupid like pull a gun on Leia and gets every blaster in the room pointed at him while he’s holding the infant Skywalker scion. Kylo forcibly (haha) disarms everyone in the room and gently sets Hux on his damn fool ass and not so gently shuts his jaw so tight he can barely breathe. But he can still breathe.

This still unnamed baby is going to be a princess in a world where everyone won’t be trying to kill her all the time, isn’t that good enough for you? (It isn’t, actually, but Hux can make world domination a back-up plan for at least the next two hours.)

Phasma refuses to take off her helmet. Or talk to anyone.

Rey is going to loudly insist that they’re not that bad — and they have a baby! They can’t be bad? At least the baby is probably not bad!

Leia is going to call Kylo “Ben” and so everyone else is going to follow suit as he bleeds internally and hates them all. He would still stab his uncle if he saw him.

(MAYBE HE DOES HAHA.)

Does Phasma particularly care if her life’s work is sacrificed on the altar of peace? Uh, as long as she still has her LIFE, not particularly.

Empires, warships, armies can be rebuilt. The universe is always going to be there to conquer. Right? And "princess” doesn’t seem like such a bad title, really, when it’s his baby girl.

Kylo is still an angry, bitter sack of vipers. Hux now has two emotions and they’re both terrifying and involve firearms. Not saying they “fall in love,” but they do practice kissing and trade insults that are maybe affectionate? Hux kills more than one person who tries to get at Kylo with his bare hands and a energy blade. They try extremely hard to be good parents.

Phasma takes her immunity and fucking RETIRES to make LOTS OF MONEY doing what she’s GOOD AT which is fighting and not dying.

Anyway they name the baby Padme. She has a COMPLETELY HIDEOUS temper and blue eyes like her great-grandfather.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#this is a bad post #cw mpreg #cw gore?#cw violence #this is not a fic this is me being me

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marybeatriceofmodena · 7 years ago

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TLJ trailer review extravaganza (don’t read this)

So yesterday, I was minding my business, not watching football because the channel where it was shown wasn’t available for me, so I spent the evening refreshing the Youtube page, yadayada…

So at 10 PM, IT HAPPENED.

DURING THE ENTIRE THING, MY MOUTH WAS WIDE OPENED LIKE AN IDIOT’S.

AND THE ENDING

THE FUCKING ENDING

ANYWAY

All right, this is a breakdown of the trailer probably no one will care about, and I’ll attempt to make semi-serious analysis while squealing all over the place.

I’ll also point out that the trailer makes it VERY CLEAR it’s not going to be a ESB copy-paste, and all I can say is THANK GOD

First shot : capeless!Kylo. I wonder if it’s the same scene where this comes from:

Also, it reminds me a lot of this shot with Rey:

MIRRORING EACH OTHER AMIRITE

Snoke is the one narrating, and I’m pretty sure he’s talking about Kylo, since a) the clips we are shown are very Kylo-centric – well, HECK, THE TRAILER IS SUPER KYLO-CENTRIC, AND I DID NOT EXPECT THAT, and b) It definitely matches with Snoke talking about Kylo in the novelization as a “masterpiece”. Creeper vibes intensify.

Mandatory gorilla walkers to make the fanboys thirsty.

Kylo walking ahead helmetless with troopers behind… hard to tell when it’s taking place in the movie, though. It *could* be on Crait, but I have a few doubts about it for several reasons (you’ll understand later). It is definitely a callback to this shot from the PT (ROTS, to be more precise):

Very good use of Kylo’s helmet versus red background: this movie is going to be a visual stunner for sure.

I’m also assuming that him picking up his lightsaber from the ground is in the same scene (though again, it could not be, as I will explain further): we can all be pretty sure Kylo’s going to get chewed out by the boss at the beginning of TLJ, so I could definitely see a situation where Snoke forces Kylo to pick his lightsaber from the ground, because humiliating much.

So after Snoke says his last line: “Something truly special…” we immediately get a clip of Rey lighting up the lightsaber. So Kylo being special is not something that is unique to him anymore, because we got another super-powerful Force-sensitive person called Rey running around.

Where I want to get to from this is that I’ve seen people speculating that Snoke might ditch Kylo and want to train Rey instead. I’ll say this – I’m not saying that this is impossible and that it won’t happen for sure. But from what we’ve seen of Snoke, from what we’ve seen from his history with Ben/Kylo… I kind of doubt he’ll drop Kylo like a hot potato to focus on Rey instead. Keep in mind that Snoke has been targeting Ben since birth: he’s a long-term project, if I can allow myself to talk like this, and he already has more training than Rey does. Rey is powerful for sure, but to an extent, ditching Kylo and starting anew with Rey would be like backpedaling for Snoke.

Right now, the most viable options (again, imho) are the following:

1) Force-sensitive or not, Rey is too much of a wild card to be left alive, because “you have compassion for her”. Snoke gives Kylo an ultimatium going along the lines of “You get rid of the girl, or I’ll get rid of her myself.”

2) Snoke decides to use both Rey and Kylo and TLJ ends with the two of them prisoners.

Keep those two points in mind. I’ll come back to them later.

Back to babbling.

Okay, from here, honestly, the movie looks like a thriller. We see shots of where we left off, basically Rey giving the lightsaber to Luke, but the music gives the clips an overall different tone. You’ve got Luke who definitely looks a tad unhinged, Rey heading towards the Force tree while being surrounded by mist (GIMME THAT MYSTICAL/GOTHIC/JANE EYRE FEEL).

Then there’s Rey’s voice where she’s all like that she had hints in the past that she was Force-sensitive, she ain’t understanding all that weird shit that’s happening to her, nor why it’s “awake” all of a sudden, so obviously, she needs help.

YEAH GIRL YOU SWING THAT LIGHTSABER

Okay so Luke freaks the fuck out when the ground cracks behind them when Rey tries to use her Force powers, and now that I sat back and thought about it and read other stuff around too… I’M ACTUALLY FREAKING THE FUCK OUT TOO

Anyway, y’all remember how we were speculating that perhaps Kylo/Ben is not 110% responsible for whatever happened to Luke’s students? I’m pretty sure first of all that I’m correct by assuming that Ben’s turn has something to do with the galaxy discovering that Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa’s father is, well, Darth Vader.

So Wild Mass Guessing here. Let’s suppose the students turn against Ben and Luke. Ben is probably all over the place – he probably thinks his parents and his uncle have lied to him his entire life (and TFA made it very clear Kylo has a very big issue with liars), and a bunch of teens/young adults are just about to kill him. Let’s also mention Snoke doing background work, throw in some Skywalker/Solo genes, and you got a recipe for trouble.

I could easily see a situation where Ben gets so angry and scared he accidentally blows up the place Luke and his followers are, and he believes all of them to be dead. It makes for a situation where yes, he did kill the students, but also, IT WASN’T HIS FAULT.

But remember Snoke the Creep hanging around? Easy peasy for him to convince Ben that it’s all his fault, that his parents will never forgive him for this, yada yada, and the only way he can prevent this from happening again is by training in the Dark Side with Snoke.

And that might be a VERY GOOD explanation for his “temper tantrums” too. So if Kylo’s Force powers are out of control whenever he’s angry, or scared, or whatever, maybe a way of preventing that it could harm people is by picking up his lightsaber and lashing on equipment – that way, the extra steam comes out physically rather than with the Force. And broken equipment is a better alternative than, you know, lives…

So coming back to Rey… remember how glorious the snow fight was in TFA when the planet was pretty much falling apart around Rey and Kylo? I mean, I always assumed that it was because of the Resistance fleet causing damage, but now… I’m actually wondering if it’s Rey and Kylo’s combined efforts. And with the cracks in the ground Rey makes, and Luke admitting he’s scared shitless of her, and THAT HE HAS SEEN IT IN THE PAST (queue a wonderful flashback to the past where Ben hypothetically blows shit up and we see Luke’s metal hand come out of a pile of rubble), it’s totally possible.

Because keep in mind that according to Mark Hamill, Luke thought that Ben was the new Chosen One or something. But also keep in mind that Luke had… um, months of actual Jedi training while Jedi traditionally trained from early childhood to adulthood. So Luke lacks experience, and that is all part of the Big Recipe for Disaster, of course. Either Luke didn’t know how to react to Ben’s raw power, either he encouraged it… we’ll have to see.

Anyway how the fuck is it going to be like when Rey and Kylo are gonna have sex jfc

There is… definitely something off with Luke. It’s worrying. And I’m sure Mark Hamill is going to be freaking amazing.

Kylo looking at his helmet Hamlet-style… then slamming it on the wall. I can actually see that happening straight after getting chewed out by Snoke. And I can just hear Han’s line from TFA: “Take it off. You don’t need it anymore.”

And “Let the past die” just fits perfectly with what I’ve said above.

ANYWAY MAH BOY CAN FLY

HE CAN FLY

DAD WOULD BE PROUD OF YOU BOY

Well you kinda killed him tbh BUT I’M SURE HE’D STILL BE PROUD

AND THEN THERE’S LEIA

KYLO DOESN’T WANT TO KILL HIS MOMMA

AND

Okay, I think we’re definitely going to see Leia use the Force in this movie. Like, it’s actually looks like she’s using telepathy here to communicate with Kylo?

I mean, those clips are so powerful.

And it’s yet another callback to ROTS, and I’m talking here about Padmé’s Ruminations (yet another one of those things the PT Did Right).

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Like, you don’t need dialogue here. You don’t need to hear what Leia is trying to say to her son. The eyes are enough – and god, Leia and Kylo have the same big beautiful soulful eyes. Casting done right.

And Kylo doesn’t want to pull the trigger, and it’s at that moment that he does the exact opposite of what Anakin has done fifty years ago: instead of making the Dark Side choice by killing his mother, he abstains from firing.

And yes, this is at the beginning of the movie: if you put together the leaks we got so far, the grey outfit Leia is wearing is one she wears at the beginning of the movie, and we also know that at that time, the Resistance is under attack. (The other outfit with the big collar is one she wears on Crait, and Crait happens later in the movie.)

So from that, Kylo’s road to redemption starts probably fairly early, at the end of what is probably the first act. From there… I doubt he’ll go back to Snoke (considering he’s already got grounded for being defeated by Rey), so I think he’s going to go straight to Ahch-To. Again, this is a rough draft of TLJ I’m making here.

Also: Jesus Christ, it is a CRIME to have Adam Driver wear a mask. His facial expressions, his eyes – he’s not playing Kylo, he IS Kylo. If I had to bet money on any actor who could potentially win an Oscar in the next ten years, I’d put money on Adam Driver.

And gah, not only he looks like he’s about to cry, he looks like Dad here:

CASTING DONE RIGHT I’M TELLING YA

TIE FIGHTERS AFTER THE MILLENNIUM FALCON

CHEWIE

PORG

Wait a sec…

Chewie isn’t sitting on the pilot seat. He’s on the co-pilot scene. And it’s clearly during that chase with the TIE fighter.

Why aren’t they showing us the pilot? If it’s Rey, they have no reason to hide her. Okay, it could be just an excuse to show a shot just with Chewie and a Porg, but…

OMG WHAT IF IT’S THAT REY CHEWIE AND KYLO LEAVE AHCH-TO TOGETHER AND GET CHASED AND KYLO’S PILOTING AND REY’S THE ONE SHOOTING LASERS AT THE TIE FIGHTERS

SOMEONE HOLD ME

Yeah and they better not waste Oscar Isaac either because he’s awesome

PHASMA

FINN

FINN VS PHASMA FIGHT

MY SON LOOKS SO BADASS

YEAH YOU GO AND YELL “COME ON”

YOU GO AND KICK SOME ASS BOY

Like, seriously, going after Phasma is FREAKING BADASS. If you read the Phasma novel… you’ll see what I mean.

Oh jeez, Luke is scary when he says “This is not going to go the way you think!” I mean on a meta level this is hilarious BUT I AM EXCITE

God the shots of Leia are gorgeous.

The ice fox is really pretty too.

Okay, theory time about Rey swimming: I highly doubt she knew how to swim prior to coming on Ahch-To (I mean, she grew up on a desert planet, COME ON), but at the beginning of the trailer, when the ground cracks… I wonder if she and Luke fall in the water because the cliff comes off, and Luke pulls her out. And that doesn’t exclude her learning how to swim later on…

FINN AGAIN

(And this trailer has no Rose WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY)

“Fulfill your destiny” is clearly said by Snoke… and we have a shot of him torturing Rey, in her second “Jedi training” outfit. So this probably happens at the climax of the movie. Remember when I said I think Snoke wants Rey dead since she’s an obstacle of sorts? Like I said, I HIGHLY doubt he’ll just decide to kill off Kylo and start all over with Rey. So with him being all ominous with “FULFILL YOUR DESTINY”, I think the climax of the movie is going to be Snoke torturing Rey in front of Kylo, and ordering him to either kill her or watch her being killed.

After that… ??? We’ll see??

This said, it could very well be Snoke torturing Rey to turn her to the Dark Side (even if what I said above seems more likely to me). Torture is a way used to turn someone (as seen in TCW with Count Dooku and Savage Opress, and Palpatine did use a form of this by having Vader in that suit, since it caused him constant pain; Legends have Revan with Vitiate, and Bastila with Darth Malak), but given everything I’ve speculated above… I’m going to say nah.

SO YEAH YALL KNOW WHERE WE’RE COMING TO

Rey: “I need someone… to show me my place in all this.”

(Rey’s still wearing her Ahch-To outfit, so this probably takes place at the beginning of the movie. She’s near a campfire judging by the light. And she looks really pretty btw. We know she’ll be disappointed by Luke, so I could see her telling that to Chewie? I’ll come back to that later.)

AND THEN THERE’S KYLO

WE JUMP STRAIGHT TO KYLO

HE’S LOOKIN’ PRETTY TOO

And his face isn’t even menacing, or anything. He looks nervous, he’s breathing heavily, and then…

THE GLOVED HAND

THE EXTENDED GLOVED HAND

LIKE WHO ELSE WOULD HE EXTEND IT TOO

I FEEL CALLED OUT

I FEEL FUCKING CALLED OUT LUCASFILM

BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT IS MANDATORY IN A PERIOD DRAMA?

THE EXTENDED GLOVED HAND

(shall we dance, on a bright cloud of a music shall we fly? Shall we dance, shall we then say goodnight and mean goodbye?)

(Of course I can make a reference to The King and I, Rian spend the last week posting West Side Story vids and that’s basically Romeo and Juliet in the 50s. Like I SEE YOU RIAN)

WE’RE CUTTING STRAIGHT TO THAT

YES, KYLO IS THE BELONGING REY SEEKS

These clips are probably edited together BUT THE MESSAGE IS CLEAR

BYE I’M DED

NOT DEAD

DED

And that part is just so… dreamlike. There’s like… drops of fire falling from the sky, and it’s like in a fairytale.

YEP, THE ROMANTIC LEADS LADIES AND GENTS

All right, all right, it’s not concrete proof, and this point I think Reylo as a 75/25 chance of being romantic (IT’S TOTES HAPPENING THOUGH), BUT LET ME BE EXCITE FOR A SECOND

You know, with those rumors of a hut blowing up… I kind of wonder if instead of Luke, as some people have said, it’s actually Rey who does it by accident, maybe in a moment where Kylo tries to help her with her Force powers. Hut blows up, Rey realizes what she has done, she’s about to cry because she’s certain Kylo is going to reject her like Luke did…

BUT NO

HE EXTENDS A HAND TO HER

DID

DID RIAN READ REYLO FANFIC

JFC

Anyway this was my blabber, I hope you enjoyed it.

#reylo #star wars #the last jedi #the last jedi spoilers #the last jedi trailer #rey #kylo ren #leia organa #luke skywalker #finn #chewbacca #reylo meta

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southsidestory · 7 years ago

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Murderer, Traitor, Thief

1/1 COMPLETE

RATING: Explicit

SHIP: Reylo

WORD COUNT: 3294

SUMMARY: Ben Solo is the worst kind of rogue, and he’s earned every name that the galaxy has given him. But when a scavenger girl tries to steal his ship on Jakku, he can’t bring himself to leave her behind.

NOTES: God bless @reylotrashcompactor, who both prompted this fic and saved me from crippling doubt about it when I was afraid it was no good. Thank you for all that you do for me, sweetpea. (Also, whoever catches the Game of Thrones reference in this fic gets a gold star and much respect from me.)

He’s a cruel man, a boy lost and afraid of the dark, a trouble-maker fleeing from the light. Running is the only thing he knows how to do; it’s the only thing he’s ever really done.

The price on Ben’s head goes up with each passing year. Between the targets he’s killed and the crimes that have been attributed to him, he can count on the galaxy’s best bounty hunters to be riding his coattails at any given time. Not that this bothers him. Shooting blaster bolts through politicians’ hearts is easy work, and he’ll welcome anything to break the boredom. That’s why he still smuggles spice and steals from businessmen; those jobs aren’t half as lucrative as high-paying hits, but they keep things interesting.

Still, staying ahead of Republic law, the Jedi, and a small army of bounty hunters requires speed. He needs a fast, dependable ship, something one-of-a-kind that can facilitate his work and still get him out of tight spots.

That’s why, when he hears that his father’s freighter might be on Jakku, he leaves for the Western Reaches immediately. Maybe it’s petty or sentimental, but he’s always felt that the Millennium Falcon should be his.

She counts up, counts down, counts on. Her endless days scratched into unforgiving metal, carrying a little girl’s dreams in a lonely woman’s heart.

It takes weeks of deliberation for Rey to make her choice, but once she’s decided, she knows that it’s the only option left to her. It’s a number that makes the answer clear: three thousand eight hundred-nineteen. She counted the tally marks on her wall for the first time, and it isn’t until then that the weight of them hits her. Ten standard years, and then some. That’s how much time she’s spent in this broken imperial walker, scavenging and starving.

And that doesn’t even encompass the years she spent in Unkar Plutt’s cruel care, before she had any freedom at all, any wall of her own to mark upon. To leave her here for so long, her parents are either dead or uninterested in her survival, and Rey is tired of waiting.

“It will be better this way,” his mother says, but all he can think is: better for me, or better for you? It’s a hard question to ask, but an easy one to answer, and he can’t stay where he isn’t wanted. He won’t.

Jakku is a dump the likes of which Ben rarely seen—and that’s saying something, since he’s killed targets on more worlds than most people have even heard of. It’s insulting that the Falcon ended up here, of all places. Dad would be horrified, he thinks, before he remembers that he’ll never see his father again.

His parents threw him away. Handed him over to Luke like a fish thrown back into a river, something unnecessary that it was easier to get rid of than to keep. So it isn’t very hard for Ben to keep to his most important principle: never go home.

He stops a local alien, some ruddy, spindle-necked creature, and says, “Where can I find the owner of that ship?”

When he gestures at the Falcon, the alien says, “Just about everything around here belongs to Unkar Plutt. That’s his blockhouse, right over there.”

Ben gives the alien a diatium cell, the kind that used to power lightsabers. Salvage should be better payment than credits, if he’s heard right about this junkyard world.

The alien thanks him profusely, then hurries over to the blockhouse to trade with Plutt. Ben sees him leave a few minutes later with a net full of vile-looking emergency rations, hauling a generator behind his new-used speeder.

Ben doesn’t have to pay Plutt anything, of course. All it takes is a simple mind-trick, the kind of thing he mastered long before his parents sent him off to train with Luke.

“You’ll give me the ship of my choice for free,” he says.

Plutt nods, his eyes glazed over. “I’ll give you the ship of your choice for free.”

And just because the junk-boss rubs him the wrong way, Ben tells him to hand out every portion he has to the scavengers. With a little luck, oversaturating the Niima market with its primary commodity will put Plutt out of business.

Her hope beats to the rhythm of, “Wait here. We’ll come back for you.” So she stays, and stays, and stays, until the day she can’t. Until her hope turns to stone, like the rest of her.

Rey is halfway through hotwiring Unkar Plutt’s garbage freighter when she hears someone coming up behind her. She reaches for her quarterstaff, but it’s too late, he’s already there, and—she’s frozen, not from fear or lack of nerve, yet truly well and caught, her body held rigid by some terrifying energy. She feels like a fly in a cactus spider's web, hopelessly immobile, waiting to be preyed upon. No matter how she struggles, she’s stuck, trapped, helpless.

“Stop panicking.” She hears him before she sees him. With her back to the body of the ship, Rey can only look out the viewport at the Jakku sands, at the grotty business of Niima Outpost.

She feels him take her quarterstaff, hears the clunk and rattle of it hitting the floor. Then his hold on her body melts away, and Rey spins around, unsteady but still standing.

The Force, Rey thinks. A mystery out of legends, one she only half-believed in.

The stranger is tall and well-built, large enough to tower over her, dressed all in black. He’s soft-featured, with warm eyes and a generous mouth, his fair skin dotted with beauty marks. He’d look almost pretty if not for his too-big nose and the off-kilter angles of his face. There’s something handsome but strange about him, yet familiar too, and then she recognizes him.

“You’re Ben Solo,” Rey says.

He smirks. “I’m surprised that you get enough news out here to know who I am.”

Rey almost laughs. “Everyone knows who you are.”

Rumor has it that he abandoned his uncle’s Jedi school when he was fourteen, then lived everywhere from the streets of Coruscant to the palaces of Ulon, picking up the mercenary work that’s made him infamous. He’s killed diplomats, Senators, business moguls, and kings. Stolen from the Hutts and spice syndicates and Revika Di. Ben Solo is wanted across half the galaxy for assassinations, treason, and grand larceny—and now she’s gotten on his bad side.

“This is my ship,” he says. “And you were about to steal it.”

“Well. I was going to steal it from Unkar Plutt, not from you,” Rey says. “I was just trying to get off-world.”

Solo frowns, points at the doorway behind him, and says, “Not today. Get out.”

And just like that, Rey’s fear disappears. This man can’t do much worse to her than has already been done.

She steps forward, edging closer, and says, “Just take me with you. Drop me at the nearest inhabited planet, or let me ride along to wherever you’re going. I don’t care, anywhere has to be better than here.”

“Anywhere?” he asks. “What if I want to take you to Tatooine and put you on an auction block?”

Rey can’t help but laugh. “A slave on a desert planet? At least it would be a different desert.”

“What, you think I won’t do it?” He takes her by the hair, not ungently, tilts her head back, and makes her look up at him. At his face, still soft, still sensitive, and it doesn’t seem right that a creature like this should be so beautiful. “I’ve handed over thieves like you to slavers before. Your courage won’t do you any good when you’re scrubbing floors for a slumlord.”

His gaze flickers, dropping from her eyes to her throat, then lower, down over the rest of her body. There’s something more tender, almost yearning, in his resonant voice when he whispers, “Of course, I don’t have to punish you. We could make a trade instead: I take you off this backwater planet, and you give me something I want.”

“I don’t have anything,” Rey says, even though she does. She’s not an idiot, and she can guess what he means.

The portion between your legs, that’s what one of the working girls at Niima Outpost told Rey when she was thirteen and bleeding for the first time. If you’re smart, you can trade it for whatever you want.

What could it hurt? One tumble for a life away from Jakku forever. She’s done harder, dirtier work under the desert sun for far less reward. Besides, she’s been on her back before, for free, and it wasn’t painful.

But Ben Solo is cruel, and he could make it painful if he wanted to. He’s killed and stolen and committed treason against the New Republic. What would one girl’s suffering mean to a murderer, a traitor, a thief?

“It means quite a lot.” Ben’s grip on her hair loosens, and he slides his hand down to cup the nape of her neck. “Hurting women in bed is one crime even I don’t commit.”

She shivers. He peeked right behind her eyes and read the thoughts in her head, but it’s his strong hand on her neck that’s keeping her attention. He’s warm, so much warmer than a man so cold has any right to be.

“All right,” Rey says. “You have a deal, but I want to leave now.”

“Done.” He releases her, steps back, and says, “I take it you know how to fly?”

It’s jarring, the sudden loss of his touch. “What?”

“Unless you were planning to will this ship into the sky, I assume you’re a pilot,” he says sharply. “So take the co-pilot’s seat.”

They leave Jakku together. When the viewport blurs, the points of stars bleeding into hyperspace, he says, “You can call me Ben.”

Touch is a precious thing, a luxury rarely afforded to men with blood on their hands. He’s found that a creature like him can never stumble across intimacy; it has to be bought.

Rey takes off her boots, drops her belt and wrap to the floor, then shimmies out of her pants and underwear. She climbs onto the cabin bed, then lies on her back, still dressed from the waist up, and opens her legs.

This is a transaction, one that Ben has partaken in often enough, but it feels different with this girl. Rey, she said her name was. She’s a scavenger, not a courtesan, and she shouldn’t be treating sex like business unless someone already made her think of it that way. Besides, he’s only ever fucked men and women who seemed happy with their work—or, at least, happy with the generous pay-off for their labor—and if anything, Rey simply seems bored.

“Have you done this before?” he asks.

She sits up on her elbows, rolls her eyes, and says, “I’ve had sex a couple of times, but I’ve never bargained with it, if that’s what you mean.”

He tries to keep his gaze on her face, but she’s lying there with her slender legs bare and parted, putting the softness between them on display.

Ben undresses and climbs on top of her, barely fitting himself over her on the narrow bed. She doesn’t seem quite so disinterested now, if her short breaths and the color in her cheeks mean anything. He kisses her chin, her throat, the hard line of her collarbone. Slides his hand under her shirt and cups her breast, palming the modest weight of her. She’s small, her nipple peaking under his touch, and he wants to kiss her there, to suck, to take as much of her little breast into his mouth as he can—

Rey makes a whimpering noise, and Ben leans back to get a better look at her. Her face is turned to the side, her eyes squeezed shut.

He slides his hand away from her and says, “Look, if you don’t want to do this, just say so. I won’t hurt you, and we’re already halfway out of the Western Reaches. I’m not about to turn around just to take you all the way back to Jakku.”

“No!” Rey says, then pulls at her hair. “It’s not—I mean, I want to. It was just surprising. No one’s ever… touched me there before.”

It’s so ludicrous that Ben nearly laughs, but he thinks she might hate him if he does. Instead, he asks, “You’ve had sex, but no one ever bothered to touch your breasts? Is that right?”

Rey scowls, then slides her foot along his calf. “So what?”

Ben bites his lip to keep from groaning, wraps his arms around her back, and clasps the whole of her shoulders in his hands. He just wants to be close, to feel every inch of her body against every inch of his. It’s been so long, and she’s such a raw, pretty thing.

He bites at her lips, then kisses her properly—or tries to, but Rey only opens her mouth with her head tilted back, breath held, waiting. No one’s kissed her either, and that’s more criminal than anything he’s ever done.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispers against her lips. “Somebody did you wrong.”

He teaches Rey how to kiss, and in return she runs her fingernails down his back, whimpers and licks into his mouth with great earnestness and no grace. Ben waits until she’s pulling him closer, asking for more, begging to be fucked, that he works his way down her body, mouthing at her soft places and nipping at the sharp. There’s not enough room to kiss very far below her ribs, not in this tiny cot, so Ben tells her to turn over and get on her hands and knees.

Rey hurries to do as she’s told, but she stiffens when he kisses the sweet crease where her thigh meets her ass.

“Can I?” he asks.

She buries her head in the pillow, and suddenly her hips are angled higher, her legs opened wider. “Yeah,” she says. “Do it.”

Ben licks at her, long, heavy swipes that run from the crest of her sex to her lips, until Rey is muffling her moans in the bedding. She tastes like earth and salt, smells of sand, sweat, and wet girl, and Ben loves it. He loves all of it: that she carries the desert on her skin, that it only takes a few minutes of attention to make her tremble and gasp, that she’s brave enough to tell him what she wants. More, she says, when he’s too gentle, then not so much, when he’s too rough. Rey cries don’t stop as she gets close, then his name, again and again, while he works her through her climax.

He’s nearly undone himself, so he keeps licking and sucking at her, until Rey can only sob into the pillow, but she keeps bucking against him. Then she shouts, a bright, broken cry that sends heat coiling in his belly. All he can see, smell, taste, hear is this girl, this girl who’s finding her first real pleasure under his mouth, and he can’t—it’s too much—

Ben reaches down to rub his hand against his cock, but he doesn’t need to, he’s already spilling, undone just from tasting Rey while she came.

Her hands and her desires have been worn down, desert-roughened. Her love left to wither under the sun, gone so long that she can’t even remember what it feels like. It takes ages, years, seconds of darkness to bring her back to life.

Rey wakes up half-naked and alone.

She lies on her back for a long while, staring up at the low ceiling, considering what she’s just done. She fell into bed with one of the most infamous criminals in the galaxy. As a trade, it seemed fair, understandable even, but he took that farce off the table before they’d gone far at all. She didn’t do it for money, or safety, or to get away from Jakku. Rey fell into bed with Ben Solo purely because she wanted to, and she loved every moment of it.

Maybe he didn’t, though. She hadn’t done much for him—anything, really—and now he’s gone. He left her in this cot, messy and exposed, without so much as a kiss.

Rey cleans herself up in the ‘fresher, dresses, and finds Ben landing the ship. The world she sees through the viewport is so green that she rushes to the co-pilot’s seat to get a better look. It’s full of life, all rolling hills and forests with clear blue rivers winding around them. The farthest thing from Jakku that Rey could ever have imagined, and she almost can’t believe it’s real. Could there truly be this much green in one place?

“Where are we?” she asks.

Ben doesn’t look at her. “Takodana.” Then he says, more carefully, “Maz Kanata’s castle is a good place to find your way to somewhere else. There are always people looking to take on extra hands.”

“Oh. Thank you.” Rey fidgets with her belt, tugging at the leather. “What are you going to do next?”

He sets the ship down near a river, then says, “I’ve got a job next week in the Unknown Regions.”

“That’s awfully vague,” Rey says.

The look Ben gives her is sharp, and it hits her, perhaps for the first time, just how dangerous he is. “You know what I do. Did you really expect me to share the details of my work with you just because we—?” He doesn’t say the rest, not that he needs to.

Her throat hurts, and there’s heat behind her eyes, the kind of burn that promises tears, but she can’t cry in front of him. She can’t.

Rey turns away, swallows down the sob that’s trying to climb out of her, and says, “I guess this is goodbye. Thank you for—for your help. I can figure out things from here.”

Ben stands, puts his hand on her shoulder, his touch and his voice suddenly soft again when he says, “Don’t be stupid. I can introduce you to some people at Maz’s. Find you a trustworthy ticket to wherever you want to go.”

Rey jerks out of his grasp, then looks up at him, at his lush mouth and searching eyes. “You know trustworthy people?”

“A few. Not that they trust me back.” His smile is small but arresting, and he’s never looked both more and less like a rogue when he flashes it at her.

She has to leave, now, before she says something stupid. “I don’t need you to come with me. I can find my own way.”

Ben nods, but his lovely, kiss-bruised lips are parted, like he wants to speak. So she waits, watching and wishing for something that she isn’t brave enough to name.

Then he grabs her by the shoulders and bends so low that she can feel his breath on her cheek. “Stay with me,” he says. “Please.”

Rey looks at the dusty floor, knowing her answer already. If she does this, if she goes on the run with a wanted criminal she met today, she’ll only be jumping from one lonely life to another. She only freed herself from Jakku a few hours ago, and it would be stupid, so stupid, to yoke herself to a man like Ben Solo—

“Yes,” she says. “All right. I’ll stay.”

Ben grins, wide and bright, and picks her up like a bride.

“What are you doing?” Rey asks, laughing.

“Taking you back to bed,” he says. “And this time, I’m getting all of your clothes off.”

fin

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primasveraas-writing · 4 years ago

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Finnpoe Modern AU- Single Dad!Poe- PART 3

AHH here it is!! I’m really happy with how it turned out; thank you again to the darling Eliane who sparked the orginal idea. The brunt of the story is done, but I hope (and suspect) that I will be returning to this AU soon, in the form of more headcanons or one shots.

I hope you enjoy! All requests are currently open.

Part One l Part Two l Part Three

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Poe buys Finn a drink

...then Finn buys Poe a drink, then Poe buys them both drinks because Finn is on a teacher’s salary and the only gay bar within a reasonable distance gets away with overpriced beer

Poe learns rather quickly that Finn is more than just an incredibly attractive teacher who’s good with his son- Finn is also shy, and humble. Kind and honest. Slightly giggly when tipsy and rather close in proximity after 3 beers

There comes a point when Poe’s chest aches from laughing and he almost puts his hand on Finn’s knee- he almost leans in- then he remembers himself

Buying his son’s teacher a beer is fine- he likes Finn and so does BB

Kissing his son’s teacher is an entirely separate matter

Poe clears his throat abruptly, and he can feel the heat rushing to his already-warm cheeks as he straightens, pulling away from the other man

Finn pulls back too, a split second of hurt flashing across his face

“I’m sorry,” Poe says thickly, wondering how quickly he can flee the scene without seeming like a total ass, and Finn shakes his head

“Don’t worry about it,” Finn says, unable to fully meet Poe’s eyes. “I should probably get back to Rey, anyways”

Finn stands, and Poe blurts out “it was good to talk with you-” before he can think any of it through

Finn stops, turning back to look at him. He smiles, briefly, then says: “it was”

Poe is still sitting at the bar when Rey and Finn leave

Poe pretends he’s not watching them go

The upside to the next day is that his hangover is very mild, and that BB waits until 7am to wake him up instead of jumping into Poe’s bed at his usual 6am

Small blessings, even on a Saturday

They have a good day, and Poe is able to bury all his worries and regrets about Finn until BB does his homework

(he has to color in a hand turkey and he and Poe are both covered in glitter and ink by the end of it)

But the craft is enough for BB to start talking about school, which he does, pieces of glitter falling to the floor one by one as he signs

We do lots of art in Luke’s class and Finn helps me. He is nice and he brings in candy sometimes. He never rushes me or worries like Mr. C does and he is learning ASL very fast and sometimes he lets us stay out for recess for an extra three minutes and he will push us on the tire swing-

So Poe adds to his list of the way he can describe Finn- adored by his son. Generous. A total sucker for cute kids. Endlessly patient, a quick learner, a sweet tooth… off-limits.

What does he know about Finn, from a few hours of talking and stories from his son? Is it enough to justify his pining?

It doesn’t matter, in the end. At best, he and Finn are friends, and Poe has only BB’s best interests in mind- everything else is secondary to his son

The guilt and ache fade, for the most part. He sees Finn here and there, and the two men keep it friendly and brief

At parent-teacher conferences, Finn barely looks at Poe

It stings in the fall, but even that wound has healed when spring comes. Finn is still removed, a little less open, but he manages a small smile when Poe catches his gaze during the last conference that year

Summer arrives, and Poe has almost stopped dreaming of kissing Finn entirely

There’s a small celebration to celebrate the end of the school year, hosted by one of the PTA moms

BB takes off with some of the kids immediately, leaving Poe to his own devices

He’s half-heartedly participating in a discussion about gluten-free sugar cookies with some of the parents while watching BB chase his friends around the yard

He feels a light touch on his arm and turns to see Finn standing there, smiling

“I wanted to tell you what a delight it was to teach BB this year,” Finn says, “and that I’m sorry I won’t have longer with him.”

Poe starts, brow furrowing in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I’m teaching preschool next year,” Finn says, looking down at his feet before glancing up at Poe again. “I originally applied to work with younger kids, but they didn’t have an opening until next fall.”

“So you’re not teaching BB anymore?” Finn shakes his head. “He’ll be devastated.”

Finn frowns, sadness filling his eyes, but Poe nudges him with his elbow, grinning softly

“I’m happy for you Finn, really. BB loved working with you.”

“I loved it too.” Finn is quiet, serious, and his voice falters before Finn goes silent. He blinks rapidly, and Poe realizes just how much Finn cares about his students

“We’ll have to have you over for dinner. To thank you.”

Finn’s eyes widen, wetness replaced with a brilliant spark. His mouth opens, then there’s the unmistakable sound of children colliding, a solid thud followed by squeals, giggles, and shouts

Poe sighs, looking around for BB, despite knowing in his heart of hearts that BB is almost always involved in whatever shenanigans are happening

“I should go.” Poe rests his hand on Finn’s arm. “We’ll work out a date later,” he says, winking before he turns around to chase after his son

When the time comes, BB is excited as Poe is nervous- he insists on helping with the cooking, which slows things significantly, if only because Poe has to sign each recipe and he runs circles around the small kitchen hovering over his son

BB has little regard for things like measurements or cation around a hot stove- about halfway through cooking the pasta needed for an old family recipe, BB tries to grab a noodle out of the boiling pot

Poe pulls his hand back just in time, rambling warnings and curses in Spanish and signing his worries and reliefs rapidly in ASL

BB stares up at him innocently, and Poe melts

He also puts his son on his back, so Poe finishes the cooking with a seven-year-old pointing where to go and what to do

They both have to squeeze in a shower before Finn arrives, as they’re each covered in sweat and sauce and flour

(Poe finds a bit of salsa behind BB’s ear as he towels his son off, and he sighs)

Poe is dressing when the door rings. First, he hears BB tearing down the hall, his feet thundering, then the door opening- Poe follows his son, finishing the last buttons on his shirt, then Finn is in his living room, BB tugging on his hand to bring Finn into the apartment

“Hi,” Finn says, kneeling down to hug BB

“Hi,” Poe says, and his heart flutters like it did a year ago, when he saw Finn for the very first time

It progresses from there because BB loves Finn, and Poe believes in love at first sight, even if he can’t admit it yet

(He loves Finn too)

Dinners with Luke, Leia, and Finn resume, in addition to meals whenever BB demands that Finn eat with them

(It’s been too long, Dad, BB will say. You and Finn are lonely without each other)

Poe doesn’t know how much he can disagree with his son, partly because BB is largely right, and partly because BB has Poe wrapped around his finger

Even so, it’s nearly a month before Poe asks Finn out properly, with no children or bosses to accompany them

Finn accepts in an instant

Dating Finn is nice- for one, he fits into Poe’s life easily- but he also validates the months Poe spent dreaming of the impossible scenario where he and Finn could finally be together, because dating Finn is better than Poe ever imagined

Finn is funny, more sarcastic than Poe had realized, direct and curious and teasing. Deeply loving and loyal and defensive and stubborn, and also a good kisser, with perpetually warm hands that always find their way into Poe’s grip

That summer is glorious, and none of them- Poe, nor BB, nor Finn- want it to end. It is the beginning of all wonderful things

Poe accepts quickly but with relative uncertainty, that Finn will be Poe’s boyfriend long before he will become one of BB’s caretakers

Finn is good with BB- he speaks ASL and understands his son better than most, and Poe is forever grateful he never had to navigate a wide dating pool as a single father, mostly because he’s certain there’s very, very few people worth bringing home to BB

Even with adjustment periods and the time it takes to figure out how exactly Finn fits into their lives, BB is wildly fond of Finn, who spoils him and makes him laugh

You smile lots when Finn is around BB says one day

Is that good? Poe signs back. Do you like when Finn is around?

Finn makes me happy BB says, and Poe knows that’s all that ever matters

November comes with an with the first snow; BB complains that he misses seeing Finn at school, but he sees Finn every weekend and most weekdays, so he’s satisfied, even if Mr. C is stuffy and old, but nice I guess

They are comfortable together- things are calm, settled into the new school year- and Poe figures he knows what to expect from life with a hyperactive seven year old and a boyfriend he’s hopelessly in love with

What’s unexpected, however, is the call he gets at 3am on a Friday night- or rather, the 6 missed calls, and the one that Poe finally picks up, his heart pounding wildly when he sees Finn’s name on the screen

He hit a pole, Finn explains, because he swerved to avoid hitting a cat

“I’m fine, honestly, Poe, the airbags went off and I was wearing my seatbelt and most of the damage is on the passenger side-”

Finn is fine, he promises, but his car is damaged fairly badly and also Finn rescued the cat, who is also fine, and they have no way to get home

So, Poe wraps BB in a blanket and carries him out to the car, and together they pick up Finn off the street in the dead of night

In five months of dating, it’s the first time Finn spends the night at Poe’s apartment with BB there

Finn sleeps on the couch, next to the makeshift nest of blankets where the kitten finally falls asleep

BB spends his Saturday writing a list of names for the kitten, who is entrusted to his care (and Poe’s) while Finn makes endless calls to a towing company and his insurance, and the bank and the local vet

Finn spends the next night, too, because he doesn’t want to move the cat, who is young and probably scared, and very attached to Poe and BB already

On Sunday, Finn goes to the vet to see if the cat is missing or chipped, and Finn leaves with a purring kitten that belongs only to him

BB is then allowed to name the cat officially; he becomes D-O, much to Finn’s amusment and Poe’s exasperation

(BB doesn’t deign to explain this decision, and Poe cannot bring himself to ask BB why this name was chosen more than ten times)

By then, they’ve also agreed that Finn will stay with BB and Poe until Finn’s car is fixed, so Poe can drive Finn to work, and so that D-O can stay with BB a little longer

Finn sleeps on the couch Sunday night, but BB sneaks out of bed to cuddle with the cat, and Poe finds them Monday morning, BB curled in Finn’s arms, D-O snuggled at their feet

Poe takes a picture before rousing them for school, and the picture is first the background on his phone, then printed and framed on the wall of their first home together

A smaller copy is slipped into his wallet, too, so that the three of them are with him, always

BB cries at the end of the week, when Finn has his car again, and he and D-O are ready to go home

(By Christmas, Poe has given Finn a key to the apartment, and by Feburary, they’re looking for a place to share together)

When BB turns eight, the three (four) of them move into the apartment that becomes their first home as a family, and it marks another beginning for them all

When BB turns ten, his father gets married, and he with his grandfather walk Poe down the aisle

Poe and BB are a family. This fact was slow and learned, but absolute all the same and Finn, still gradually, but just as certainly, becomes their family too

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ilonavic · 8 years ago

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25 Q/A Personality Tag

A dear friend of mine asked me to do this tag myself after I wrote this a while ago for my lovely friends here on Tumblr, thanks to the post by @annarieta regarding this tag, it gave me a little courage to do it. (I actually think there are many scary questions, I don’t like the idea of revealing it to just about anybody.) RULES: Tag people you want to get to know better.

1. Are you introverted or extroverted? I’m very introverted. I can go weeks on my own, without needing company or social stimulation.

2. Are you ruled by emotions or logic? I reason from a point of logic, but ultimately make decisions based of what I feel will make everyone the happiest.

3. What is your happiest memory? Like many others have said already, which was a bit surprising to read, I don’t recall many outstanding happy memories. Like @annarieta said, it’s the small things mostly. But I remember happy car rides with my best friend where we sang (screamed) to music, and traveling to the Vatican City with my classmates. Even if the company wasn’t necessarily good all the time, that place really made me happy. It was so beautiful.

4. What is your saddest memory? Nowadays, every winter, I go into a state of hibernation really. It’s very dark here during the winter, we have about 5 hours of sunlight everyday. It’s cold, it’s dark and murky. It makes me very depressed. But um. The day I lost my best friend is a terrible memory. We were friends for 8 years and I’ve missed her very much for 3 years since.

5. In what kind of world would you rather live in? I’d love to live in an Elven world. I love the architecture, I love the purple/blue/mystic gloom of the places. The nature, rivers are very beautiful. Where people cherished art, music, writing, love, beauty etc, and no one cared a wit for politics, cruelty or had any desire to forbid people from being different or happy.

6. What is your favorite video game? The Witcher, Skyrim and BioShock are my babies.

7. What is your biggest fear for yourself? Being hated by people.

8. What is your biggest wish for yourself? To be a happy little hermit =) In a beautiful place where I can write stories, paint and be surrounded by 20 dogs.

9. What fictional character do you relate to the most? Queen Freya from The Huntsman (she’s my avatar for a reason guuuuuuys). Wait, let me explain, haha. She’s portrayed as a complex evil character. I don’t consider myself to be evil, nor do I consider myself to be purely good either. I can relate to her character process. Alike her, I was very trusting and happy when I was little, I was truly a little sunshine. But like with so many of us, life happens, and then life happens again, and I became... well, a different person really. Like her, I often feel misunderstood and isolated. But I also cherish loyalty above all, and shun love away from me (I also freaking love ice and snow). I think love is beautiful when I see it with other people, but I could never love like that myself, somewhere it’s hardwired in my brain in a twisted way that love is a weakness and can be used to manipulate and harm me. Heartache and emotional suffering is something I'm terrified of (you know, when you can physically feel pain in your chest), and I can’t handle it anymore. So I don’t feel romantic desire towards people anymore, I think I’ve... removed it?

10. If you could become anything, without any education or demands, what would you choose as your profession? Author or an actress.

11. Do you have any siblings? Two brothers and one sister. I’m the second youngest.

12. Have you ever wanted to injure someone? When I was bullied, I wanted to injure the people who hurt me all the time, but I never actually did it.

13. Have you ever wanted to help someone, but didn’t? Yes, but I always try to do the best I can to help someone, even if I don’t know the person. It doesn’t matter, I’ll happily embarrass myself to help someone in need.

14. What makes you angry? Bullies, homophobes, racists, sexists, rapists, murderers, especially animal abusers can fuck off right to hell.

15. What makes you happy? My precious jewel, doggy.<3 Also, traveling and airplanes is a joy. Museums, exploring new places, yeah. Fun fun.

16. Would you rather beat up a small child once - or get beaten up by an angry man every single day for the rest of your life? I don’t want to beat up anybody, so bring me the man. Maybe I’d get really psychologically twisted and Stockholm Syndrome would set in so I’d start to like it lol.

17. What places would you visit today if you could? Ireland! Scotland! England! Just because @lithiumgrayangel showed me how beautiful Sevilla is, I wanna visit Sevilla one day. But of course, beautiful Italy (Rome is stunning), Venice again, Russia (possibly Moscow), FRANCE! Finland, Norway and Iceland are beautiful too. Also Warsaw, UK and US. And Budapest. And New Zeeland, Canada, Australia... Gosh I wanna go everywhere, I can’t pick one!

18. Do you want children? Why? If not, why not? To be honest, it will depend on what situation I am in. Did I, against all odds, found a person who wants children? Then yes, in a stable household and in happy relationship, I’d consider having one or two, no more. But... Right now, that future is looking very bleak. And if I end up with someone who don’t want children, then I won’t have children. Just get a dog instead, they’re less fussy.

19. Did you have a happy childhood? It’s a bit complicated. When I was young, I did have a happy childhood, but my father was also abusive back then. He calmed down once I became a teenager, and then the bullying started, and when the bullying stopped, my dad became sick. And my mother has basically been hysterical and wacky my entire life so. But um, to be honest. I had friends, a roof over my head, food on the table. I got nothing to complain about.

20. Have you ever done drugs? If you have, would you do it again? I’ve been offered, but I’ve never been interested and nor will I be. I know a couple of people who just smokes pipe and marijuana in front of me? I think it’s odd but. I try not to judge, and it’s not my business.

21. Would you rather become a child again, possessing all the knowledge you have today, or become middle-aged, with 45 000 000 € on your bank account? I’d become a child again, start my life over, and be twice as intelligent. Could be like a scientist or something.

22. If you could become any existing famous person in the world - who would you be and why? I admire Lana del Rey a lot, but I wouldn’t want to be any celebrity. Unless I can become someone really powerful and change the world. Like Donald Trump and resign as the president so someone more capable can take over.

23. Are your parents married or divorced? They’re divorced, but sadly live together still. It’s a stupid decision, but I reckon my father wouldn’t last a day on his own, and my mother must be addicted to misery.

24. Where do you see yourself in the future? An author, hopefully. Making a positive change, helping people, having meaningful friends in my life, living in a beautiful place surrounded by nature and animals. :)

25. If you’d like, a question of your own here. Mine is directed to my fellow Witcher lovers; Who and Why?

For friendly purposes, Regis or Cirilla? I like Ciri, and I can understand why people would choose her, she seems like she would be a lovely friend. But ultimately, I’d have so much to discuss with Regis. I feel like, without being self-absorbed or... delusional in any way, I have some things in common with him. We’re too loyal, we fight for people who don’t cherish our love or advice and we both like discussing philosophical topics with loooooooong sentences (as you’ve probably noticed by now). I’d feel so good in his company, he’s a lovely lovely man.

For romantic purposes, Dettlaff or Avallac’h? My darling Avallac’h, I know there are so many people who misunderstands him, confuses his intelligence for arrogance. People call him horrible things. To be honest, I don’t have too much against Dettlaff though, I like him, and I love his complex nature. But of course, I’d never pick anyone over Avallac’h. He’s brilliant, and I would love to discover a million new worlds with him. (ps. marry me have my babies)

As your co-worker, Caranthir or Geralt? Caranthir would be a brilliant colleague, though Geralt is probably more lovable, Caranthir is intelligent. He’d help me with my tasks and I’d sit there gazing into his eyes and not hearing a word he’s saying. ♥‿♥ (true story, I often drift away when people talk to me)

As your boss, Eredin or Ge’els? I don’t know, he feels more attainable than Ge’els do. Ge’els is just da boss, he’d rule over me, I’d always feel incredible stupid and inferior around him. But Eredin is kinda wacky, but I love him, but he’s a silly goose so I’d just try to befriend him to eventually marry him so we could rule the galaxy together.

As your best friend, Yennefer or Shani? Yennefer, my oh my, I’ve been in love with her since the first time I saw her. She’s INTELLIGENT AND INTELLIGENCE IS SEXY ASF. Shani, you cool too but. Meh, I think her character is a bit boring. There’s not much interesting about her that makes her stand out? She’s not really complex either? She’s just... idk... pretty and stuff. Redhead and stuff. (sorry @vaporeox dont kill me)

As your ally, Vernon Roche or Anna Henrietta? Nah nah, always Roche, I love that man immensely. I’d marry him too. I’d marry everyone.

As your worst enemy, Triss or Dandelion? I don’t really like Triss that much. What she did to Yennefer has ruined her in my eyes.

Tagging: I’ve already tagged people for this tag, but I would like to tag some of my lovely followers who haven’t been tagged in this, tho I can’t possibly tag all of you, I’m sorry about that: @blackeasteagle @everydayzer0es @spooky-cowfish @dovahkiin-deathbat @shadanakara @i-am-the-sword-in-the-darkness @o-moonyue-o @heroesneverdiie @blohandrum @rosiesuzuya and anyone else who wants to do it - you can write you were tagged by me. ❤

#tag #personality #mememememememeeme #i write too damn much

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