#the FEAR in finn’s eyes he shut his ass up so fast

[thejudgmentdays]

[via @/livinripley on twitter]

rhea said GET HIS ASS:

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Golden

(Sorry if this Chapter is lack luster :/ )

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Ladies Love Country Boys

Bonfire Playlist: Spotify, Youtube

Watching Airplanes

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Finn was nervous, he wasn’t gonna lie, Logan and Him are leaving tomorrow for Gryff and this is the last night they can see Leo. Who, neither of them will admit this, has kindly wiggled his way into their brains for every minute of everyday. Sometimes to break a long silence between the two of them they will talk about Leo. How they were going to cope when they can’t see him again is unknown and something he didn’t want to think about.

They hadn’t actually seen Leo in the past five days, with their training schedule and Leo helping set up a charity arena for the thing they were supposed to meet him at tonight, it was just late night calls that were still kinda awkward at times. But always had them smiling as they fell asleep.

Walking up the dirt path, where the uber had dropped them off, Logan and Finn weren’t sure they were in the right place until they saw the huge crowd gathered around a tall metal fence with bleachers and an announcers corner that's up on a hydraulic lift, speakers set up so people can hear the quick talking of the men commenting on whatever was happening.

Horses and people on them were everywhere. This causes Logan a lot of stress, as someone who is terrified of horses… This is not ideal. Especially when one is trotting toward them at a scary fast speed.

Finn recognized Clayton immediately, trotting over at a leisurely pace on a cool looking horse he waves. He notices Logan hiding himself completely behind Finn’s back. Finn held his hand out for Logan to take and squeeze if everything got too much for him. Logan wasn’t good in big crowds.

“Well look who it is!” Clayton hops off his living vehicle and patting her neck. “Let me introduce you to my babe, This” He gestures towards the mare, “Is Leroy, she is a Blanket Appaloosa! Have you guys met Peanut yet? He’s chilling with Eloise, Leo’s mom, you better hope he likes you or else… yeah, or else.” Clay flashes them his slightly crooked but stupidly white smile as he absentmindedly pets Leroy’s neck.

Feeling a squeeze of his hand he looks back to see an absolutely terrified Logan, not knowing about his fear of horses Finn is just confused. So, he goes into a ‘ get Logan alone’ mind set.

“We will find you in a minute, we’re gonna explore!” Finn smiles back and Clayton nods as he swings his leg back over Leroy and clicks his tongue so she struts back towards the group of other yeehaws on their own horses, they all had numbers pinned to their backs which was weird but Finn guessed Leo would explain later. Claytons was CR243, and it looked like it was about to fall off. He notices how someone would go in real fast and then come out after a minute or two. The announcer talked too fast for him to catch.

Leading Logan to a more open area he turns to face him and raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, what's wrong?”

“Ummmm, J'ai peur des chevaux….” Logan isn’t looking him in the eyes and has an embarrassed flush to his face. Finn, having no clue what he said, gently grabs his chin to make him look at him, Lo hasn’t run his finger through his hair yet so that means he isn’t nervous around Finn at least. Fixing Logan with a slightly irritated but still worried look, Logan sighs and tries to say something but instead what comes out is a terrified yelp as something takes his hat off his head and pulls some of his hair at the same time, then drops it at his feet.

Whipping around and jumping into Finn’s arms bridal style Logan shrieks as he is met with a blonde horse that almost looks smug. The little splotchy white stripes on its snoot may make it look kinda cute but Logan knows what can happen if you get on a horse's bad side. It happened to Sydney, he didn’t need it to happen to him too.

“Peanut!” A very tall and beautiful older woman walks over to them laughing a little, she has a hearing aid in her left ear and soft blue eyes bright with amusement stare them down. “Sorry Y’all, he likes to find new people to mess with.” She smiles and there is just something so familiar about those deep dimples and sharp cheekbones. She is wearing tight jeans with knee high army green cowboy boots, a white button up with a black cowboy hat contrasting the golden curls falling out from under it. She is wearing a sash with the words ‘Miss Louisiana 1971’ the wrinkles on her face didn’t make her look old and crinkly like people like to think, but more like a gracefully aging woman. She holds her hand out to Finn for him to shake, Logan is still in his arms so it is as much of an invitation to him as Finn. “I’m Eloise, this is my son’s horse.” She looks them up and down after shaking both their hands. “He would like you two.” She smiles one last time, giving them a giant wink and leads Peanut away from them back to the bullpens where they spot Leo sitting on the top of a fence talking to a couple of people.

Finn looks at Logan and sets him down.

“So.. horses?”

“Shut up”

“You go for a cowboy and are afraid of horses!” Finn is bent over laughing and clutching his stomach while Logan crosses his arms and looks around annoyed after he dusted off his hat and put it back on his head.

“What’s so funny?” they look over to see Leo in full get up. Smiling bright, showing off his chipped tooth. His hair was flattened by a black sturdy cowboy hat, his blue button up vibrant under his black vest. The vest had a couple of logos stitched into it for Absolut Vodka, Mt. Dew, and Ariat…. Leo was sponsored? He was also wearing some jeans that fit him just right around his booty that they could see through his assless black chaps that had iridescent tassels on them, with his black boots and belt to match. His silver buckle stood out with the light reflecting off it.

“Wow… you look great.” Logan just melts into Leo’s side when Leo wraps an arm around his shoulders. “But tell Finn to stop being a jerk.” Logan put on his best pout when looking up at the taller man, who looked at him with a look that made his heart feel like it was about to jump out of his chest. It didn’t alarm him though, it was nice to feel like this. But it can’t last forever.

“What's he doing that's so mean.” Leo turns his attention to Finn who is smiling at them like he's watching two kittens cuddle into each other. His eyes bright with happiness, his smiles wide.

“He’s making fun of me because I’m scared of horses.” Logan wraps his arms around Leo’s waist and squishes his cheek into his chest to look as cute as possible, so Leo will be on his side. Which… fails.

“You’re afraid of horses!” Leo hugs Logan as he starts laughing, smacking a kiss on the top of Logan’s annoyed forehead and squeezes him. “You’re so cute.” Suddenly they hear numbers coming over other speakers and Leo perks up. “Oh I’m up soon! I hope y’all are gonna stay and watch because I would love to take you to the bonfire tonight.” He pulls Finn into the embrace and gives them both a quick peck on the lips, smiling when they chase his lips. “There should be an open spot in the bleachers or, you could watch from Peanut.”

“Bleachers!” Logan gets out of Leo’s arms and starts pulling both the boys towards the crowd without horses. Leo helps them find a spot next to some girls who flirt with Leo but he has no fucking clue. He is just focused on getting Finn and Logan a good spot.

“Alright, my number is BR11710, so when you hear that you’ll know I’m up! I think Clay might come and find you, he had a good run earlier wrangling those troublemaking claves, so keep an eye out for him.” He smiles and climbs down the bleachers gracefully until the last small step where his spur gets caught and he has to yank it out of the cevous it got stuck in. Looking back up at Finn and Logan his cheeks were red as he shrugged and sauntered off towards the chutes.

“Hola losers!” Clayton plops down above with and slaps a hand on their shoulders. “Excited to see him ride? Or have you already? Actually I would know because we overshare way too much.” Smiling, Clayton is covered in dirt and his cowboy hat has been traded out for a ball cap and his button up taken off to be just a white tank top. A tall pale girl sat down with Clayton and was scrolling on her phone looking uninterested. Clayton sits up and wraps an arm around her waist. “Oh this is Ashley, my girlfriend.” She looks up and gives them an irritated wave before going back to her phone.

“Ride? What’s he doing?” Finn looks at him confused after sharing a look with Logan about the irritated girlfriend, then they hear the announcers call Leo's number.

“Alrighty ladies and gentlefolk! We have something special for y’all! One of our very own PBR riders is here to ride the roughest toughest bull of the day! Ole Forty Days!” The crowd cheers as a confused Finn and Logan look at Clayton who whoops and hollers for his bestie. Whistling with his thumb and forefinger in his mouth.

“Alright Jimmy lets get in some commentary before the ride starts, Leo Knut is a 19 year old Professional Bull Rider, his Mother is Eloise Knut also known as Miss Rodeo of 1970 and Miss Louisiana of 1971. His father was Wyatt Knut, Air Force Veteran who was also Leo’s biggest role model.”

“Was?” Logan whispers and gives a sad look to Finn who is busy watching Leo, he is on this tank of an animal, large, white, horns the size of his whole forearm. Leo was adjusting the way he is sitting and has an underside grip on the rope around the bull, wrapping it around his palm to make sure there isn’t a tether that can be stepped on and yank him off.

“Ole Forty Days is the only PBR bull here today, worth millions he is undefeated 32-0 in his career this year. Will Leo who is 30-2 this year be able to stay on those eight seconds.”

Leo hits the challenge button and the gate flies open, Ole Forte days is wild! Finn is automatically on his feet as he watches Leo with his hand up in the air, eyes hard from focusing and counting in his head. Forte turns a 45 degree buck and just about tosses Leo but his grip is so tight that he lasts those eight seconds. The announcers went crazy the entire time.

As he dismounts the still bucking bull his wrist gets caught in the rope he was holding earlier because of the way his glove is falling apart. The rodeo clowns distract the bull fast enough for Leo to get himself detached, falling on the ground. The bull tosses Leo onto the ground and just misses stomping on his ankles. Leo hops onto the fence, the adrenaline is pumping through his veins and his eyes are bright as he searches for the boys in the stand watching him with fear etched into their faces. When his eyes met Logan’s the fear turned into relief and Leo felt the adrenaline making his heart beat even faster.

After Forte is corralled back into the pen to have the rope around his hips removed Leo jumps off the fence and takes his hat off bowing to the crowd, and they love it, whistling and whoops are heard. He points to Finn, Logan and Clayton. Clayton is so excited and starts dragging the other two down the bleachers leaving Ashley behind. Leo doesn’t like her at all so it's fine. Leo turns around and walks towards sports medicine and lets them take a look at his wrist. As his adrenaline starts to fade away the tweak in his wrist starts to bother him as the medic wraps it up.

“You just ruined Forte’s career!” Clay hugs him from the side and picks him up all excited, his girlfriend who decided to join looks at them unapprovingly. Finn and Logan basically tackle Leo to the ground once Clay puts him down. One on each side of him, balanced.

“Are you insane! That could have killed you!” Finn is shaking a laughing Leo by his collar as Logan examines the way his wrist is wrapped.

“I know, I technically wrecked at the end but I still got my eight seconds!” He smiles and takes his hand from Logan, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb over the soft skin.

“You never told us you rode bulls! Leo, a little heads up would have been appreciated!” Logan whacks him on the back of the head after they stand up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” Leo puts an arm around them and kisses their temples. They had an idea. Where to do it was the question.

The rodeo ended not long after Leo’s ride, the charities the winners chose would be given a five thousand dollar check courtesy of the Knut’s. After Leo was done taking down the arena, a large pile of wood was set up with large equipment. Leo pulled a Clayton and took off his chaps, vest, button down, and hat off so he was wearing a white shirt and a ball cap.

Leo made up for scaring Finn and Logan by pulling them into the back seat of his truck. Leo sitting in the middle of the seat with Finn straddling one leg, hunched over and sucking on Leo’s neck. Logan straddled Leo’s other leg and kissed him with a ferocity that made them both groan. Leo rested his hands in Finn’s hair and on Logan’s hip. Pulling away Leo turns his head to face Finn, guiding him from his neck to lips. He feels Logan push his hand underneath his shirt and smirks into his kiss with Finn. Moving his hands to squeeze both of their asses, causing Logan’s breath to hitch and Finn to moan. He is about to suggest something spicy when a knock on the window alerts them that the party has started.

Why does Clay always have to stick to his word? Leo asked him to let them know when it was time to move his truck to have the tailgate facing the fire, and now was that time. Leo’s head thumps back onto the seat as he lets out an annoyed sigh.

“Well, I guess we have a party to attend… I’m gonna get so drunk.” He smiles and gives his boys one last kiss before he ushers them out of the truck so he can get out of the backseat to move it.

Finn wanders over to Clayton who has Ashley under his arm, she is tall and very skinny. Her long brown hair was in a French braid, she was wearing short shorts, boots and a crop top. He has a very sour look on her face as Finn walks over to them. Logan on the other hand, goes to take a piss in the porta potty. Something he is not fond of doing.

Leo moves his truck and gets out to put the tailgate down so people can sit on it, climbing into the bed of the truck he opens the cooler in the back and takes out two budlights, Leo doesn't really care for budlight but they need to be drunk.

“CLAYTON!” He shouts as the three walk over to the truck, chucking the beer at his friend; they both take out their keys, puncturing the cans and shotgunning the beers.

A few hours and a lot of drinks later Leo was singing to Finn, standing between his legs as Finn sat on the tailgate next to Logan who was filming.

“You can train 'em, You can try to teach 'em right from wrong. But it's still gonna turn 'em on!” Finn can’t help but laugh and wrap his arms around Leo’s necklaces he sang, every once in while facing Logan's phone and singing into the camera as he filmed. Taking a drink of his beer he smacks a sloppy kiss on Finn's cheek and skips away to Clayton to dance like idiots as Luke Bryan sang about shaking it for birds and bees.

The two drunken best friends wrap and arm around each other hips with their drinks in the other hand, putting left side to right side they swing back and forth to the beat as they scream out the music.

Later on Leo picks Logan up so his arms are around his neck and his legs are around his waist and spins around while humming to a song about wheels and Finn looks so smitten that clayton takes a picture to show him and laughs as he send it to Leo, who has managed to misplace his phone… for the millionth time.

Setting Logan down he wraps his arms around the shorter man's shoulders and rests his chin on top of his head as he bounces to the beat. Logan leans his forehead to rest on Leo’s chest and uses his hand that isn’t holding his water to loop his finger into one of Leo’s belt loops he wishes he could take a screenshot in his brain.

Hours passed, singing and horrible dancing, more drinking for Clay and Leo until it sounded like a good idea to see who could crush a folding table by jumping off Clayton’s truck. Finn managed to lead them away before they actually tried it by telling them’ Leo could def dance better than Clayton’. Which turned into the worst dance battle ever seen. Two drunk teenagers and country music make for terrible dancing but a lot of laughs. Eventually, the fire dies down, the drinks run out and the boys get tired. Finn wrangles Leo into the back seat of the truck after lifting the tailgate, moving to go to the drivers seat because Logan might be to short to drive and they are to dumb to figure out how to move the seats, Leo latches onto him and pulls him into the backseat with him.

“Hey! How do you expect me to drive back here!” Finn pokes Leo’s nose and Leo catches his finger in his mouth biting him. Finn squawks and pulls his finger away. Looking at Leo offended, laughing a little as Leo is looking at him with this tiny smirk. “That was rude.” Leo narrows his eyes playfully and flips them so Finn is laying on his back with Leo snuggling into his chest.

Logan gets in on the passenger side and looks up to see Finn in the back seat being snuggled by an oddly cat like Leo who is rubbing his face on Finn’s soft t shirt, when his eyes meet Logans he blushes so vibrantly pink and has the shyest smiles as he hides his face in Finn’s chest again. Logan looks at Finn who looks like he's dying from cuteness overload. Logan moves over to the driver's seat and sits all the way on the edge of the seat to be able to touch the petals. Logan doesn’t have a clue where Leo lives… but he does remember how to get back to the hotel.

Trying to get a clingy 6’3” cowboy into a hotel room while he is intoxicated is a lot easier than you would think. He was tired, stripping down the second they walk into the door he lands on the bed in his boxer briefs and spoons Logan and grips Finn’s arm as he falls asleep.

They all slept incredibly well that night, warm, close, and together.

The next morning was the morning The Lions leave to go back to Gryffindor. Leo was up before the other two, showered and dressed when he woke them up with peppering kisses all over their faces.

“Good morning, Honey Bees. Y’all need to get up and get ready to leave, you go home today.” Leo runs his hand through Finn’s hair as he greets them with a sad smile. He doesn’t want them to leave, but he knows that this isn’t some fairytale where two princes will give up their dreams to be with him. That’s not what he wants anyway. The other two finally get up, Finn goes to shower as Logan changes and packs his bag. Glancing at Leo every once in a while, like he wants to say something.

“Leo, what are you still doing here?” Logan drops his bag by the door and turns around to face the taller man, crossing his arms and giving Leo a cold look. Leo is a little taken back by this, Logan has never looked at him like that, and he wasn’t expecting it from how nice yesterday was.

“I was to see you two off… is that okay?” Leo starts to feel uncomfortable under the harsh eyes he found so pretty, he starts picking at the wrap around his wrist, breaking eye contact with Logan as a sinking feeling seeps into his chest. He never expected anything to actually come from this but he ached for it.

He knows where this is going.

“I don’t know what you think is going to happen after we leave, but we aren’t going to be fawning over you when we are busy with our own careers. You are just… a guy who we had a fling with. Finn and I aren’t even together so don’t expect anything.” Logan's voice stayed low in volume but echoed in Leo’s ears.

“I wasn’t expecting anything. I just wanted to see you guys leave, say goodbye, maybe…” Leo didn’t finish his sentence when he looked up at an annoyed and frustrated Logan. “What did I do?” He hears the bathroom door open and Finn walks into the room whistling in fresh clothes as he dries his hair with a towel.

“You don’t mean anything to us Leo'' Finn hears Logan and knows exactly what’s going on, Logan has done this to him many times. This is Logan’s way of cutting off something he wants in a way he knows won't bring the person back, even though he always feels horrible eventually. Finn has been a victim of Logan’s lashing out many times, and he hasn’t left, because he loves Logan. He really really likes Leo, he gives his heart a similar jolt that Logan does. From what they have discussed, Logan felt the same. Logan doesn’t allow himself the luxury of feeling like this though.

Leo looks absolutely shattered after Logan’s words sank in. He looks over to Finn who looks like he’s in his own head, then back to Logan. “I really really like you guys-”

“Stop being a fucking child Leo! This isn’t something we can continue after we leave, we would get torn to shreds by the league! Not everything is about you and we don’t want you! So just go back to your fucking farm and forget us.” Logan grabs his bag and walks out the door slamming it shut, going to be the first one on the bus that just pulled up to take the team to the airport.

Leo stares at where Logan was when red catches his eye, Finn stops and gives Leo a sad smile, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. Finn then turns his back to Leo and follows Logan out the door. Leaving Leo alone in the hotel room… He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the hotel keycard, standing up he goes to leave it on the table of the room, he stops just before he sets the key down.

He takes the card and walks out of the room, Climbing into his truck that was horribly parked, he finds his phone on the floor of the passenger side. Picking up his phone, he calls up the only person he knows who would be willing to hang out even if he was sick from last night.

“Clay? Can you meet me somewhere?”

A half hour and some McDonald's hash browns later. Clayton and Leo were sitting on top of Leo’s truck hood watching the airplanes take off, sipping on soda they got with their food. They watched in a comfortable silence as planes brought people in and took people away.

Logan and Finn were on one of those.

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Saved by the Devil (9/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: Reader goes to visit tommy at his office (sorry im bad at summaries lol)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (Its getting romantic i promise. slowly but surely)

A/n:  sorry this took so long to post and make. Semester is already kicking my ass and making me stress. Hope you enjoy and have a fantastic night. 

It had been a week since you’ve seen Thomas. Since you told him that you wanted to help him. At first, he was very confused. He had expected you to be angry with him or maybe even cry. But you had asked to help assassinate a general with him.

 “Im not getting you involved”

 You ignored him already piecing together what the plan might be, “You wrote down, 23-24 seconds? Your gonna kill this guy in that a mount of time with a guard outside and possible more inside. Plus the guy fought so he’ll know self defense…” You had begun rambling and he was just baffled.

 “Stop.” He told you, you were making some good points but he didn’t want to bring you in this mess. It was his alone that he must face.

 Before the two of you can argue any further, Ada called for him. A phone call she had said. He left you room and never came back. And that was a week ago. You annoyingly asked her everyday and night when he was to return. Now that you knew of the plans and what he was involved in, you couldn’t just let it go. It was dangerous, you knew that. It wasn’t your run of the mill assassination. You don’t know how Thomas was going it on his own or how he even planned on doing it. You had heard the Inspectors words. You know that that held animosity toward the peaky blinder. You can hear in his voice, you felt it in his punches. There was no way that he would give him everything he promised. Thomas needed to be one step ahead of the game. Which you were already conducting for him. You weren’t sleeping as much at night anymore anyway so writing down every scenario and idea you had. And then when that week was done you had it.

 “Ada, Ada, ada.” You ran through the halls calling for her.

 “What is it?” She asks coming out of her sons bedroom, probably fishing tucking him in for the night.

 “Your home in Birmingham, I need the address. Or the pub your brother owns.” You say to her with paper and pencil in hand ready to write down what she tells you.

 “Why?” Ada raises an eyebrow before passing you to go to her own room. You follow her.

 “Ada please.”

 “Why are your trying to see my brother? Didn’t you tell me you weren’t gonna work for him?”

 “I never said that.”

 “What do you like him or something?” Ada fake gags at her own words. Your cheeks warm a little bit but you keep a serious face as you tap the pencil to the paper.

 “Its not like that.”

 She stares at you long and hard. “I called him for help when you never came home. The man rushed over here like you wouldn’t believe.”

 “Ada, an address.”

 “ (y/n) your my friend and hes also my brother I just-“

 “Its just business.” You scoff at her.

 She sighs, “He had someone about a year ago. She was the barmaid at the pub.”

 “I’m not interested in your brothers history.” You can feel your temper rising at this topic jumping she was doing to you. It wasn’t about what she was implying at all. You wanted to help him that was all. You didn’t care about who he was with years ago or even now.

 “You are in his whereabouts.”

 You bite the inside of your cheek. Ada tilts her head and smiles, thinking she’s got you. You turn around ready to leave to your room when she finally spills the address for you.

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You stood outside the building where Ada told you was Thomas’s office. You hoped he was there to hear you out. You were going to try to convince him but you had no certainty that you would succeed. You walked inside to find a bunch of woman inside talking.  One was short and very pregnant, the other tall and slender and the last one a bit older but looked the scariest out of all of them. They stopped talking as soon as you entered.

 “Umm excuse me…” You stuttered under their judging glares “Im looking for Thomas Shelby.”

 At first none of them say anything. They continue to stare at you. You meet the older ones eyes. You regret it instantly as you feel a fearful shudder go down your spine. That was a woman you did not want to mess with.

 “What do you need with mr. Shelby?” the tall one asks

 “Look at her Liz, what do you think she’s here for to take your place,” the pregnant one snickers.

“Shut up Esme.” The older one says.

 “I just wanted to talk…if he’s not here….” You trail off.

 A door in the back opens and out walks the devil himself. He glances up expecting only the three woman from himself maybe Michael or Finn and instead finding one more woman amongst the group; you.

 “(Y/n).” he simply states putting his hands in his pockets.

 You don’t say anything observing how awkward and tense you feel with these women.

 The older one speaks up, “Is this how your getting my son out of jail, Tommy. By fucking some whore?” She spats at him venom filling her voice.

 You’re about to speak up for yourself when Thomas opens his mouth first.

 “She’s not a whore, Polly. And Michael will be out soon. (Y/n) step inside..” He gestures for you to go in to his office. You feel very heavy under all their stares as you walk. You remember the name Michael. He was the young boy at the horse auction you had met.

 Thomas closes the door after you. You sit down crossing your legs and lacing your fingers together. Thomas sat next to you on the chair rather than across.

 “You’re looking better.” He says noticing the bruises on your face were fading.

 “Thank you,” You say, “They seemed on edge, is everything all right?”

 “That’s just the way they are.” He says.  

 You don’t say anything and just stare him. You knew he was lying. He chokes under your gaze.

 “Arthur and Michael are in jail. I’m working on it though.” He says swallowing hard. You didn’t press further, you could tell he was having a rough time.

 “I hope it works out.” You say, you clear your throat and adjust your self on the chair, “You shouldn’t kill the general at his house.” You spit out.

 “Jesus Christ Woman.” He says shaking his head.

 “Hear me out.” You plead.

 “Why do you want to do this?”

 You ignore him. Instead you tell him your whole plan. How he could kill two birds with one stone.

 “If your still going to Epsom, you can get Sabini. Maybe not kill him but screw him over. Are you still seeing May?”

 He nods.

 “Good you probably already know she’s got influence on the board. You use that to your advantage when you take Sabini men licenses. You go through her to get your men to what they need. Then the races are yours.”

 “How will we burn their licenses when theres fukin police everywhere.

 “They wont be around when they hear gunshots.”

 He takes a moment letting your words and plan sink in. He rubs his lip.

“We could burn the license’s gonna have to threaten them to take it,” He says muttering to himself, “The general why would he even go there?”

 The two of you talk for hours inside that little office of his. Drinking and talking of the plan. He tried to shut it down multiple times, trying to get you think twice about getting involved. But your mind was already made up. He seemed to like you idea, adding on to yours and even sharing details of the private mission of to you. It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders as he told you the how he had even gotten involved in this political mess.  Soon the drinks clouded both your minds and it was no longer business that you were just talking about.

 “So what you want out of this?”

 “You said the government involved right with this…the prime minister knows what your doing?”

 “Aye…”

 “Then maybe he could get me a new name or-“

 “Why do you need that?” He asks you

 “You can never live just one life…” You smile trying to joke.

 He stares at you intently, “Why did your father lock you up in that place?”

 Your smiles drops, he notices it his eyes softening just a bit. “Sorry, it just came up in my head.”

 “Do  I sound crazy to you or something?”

 “Its just a question ive had in my head for awhile. Its none of my business.” He stares at you deeply.

 “No its not,” You say softly, “I don’t know why he put me there either. Maybe cause he could. I mean I never asked him.”

 “So when you get your new name what are you gonna do? Ride out in the hills, find a husband, push a few kids.”

 You laugh at him, he smiles when the sound hits his ears. “You should smile more, Mr.Shelby.”

 “Tommy. Why do you call me by my last name.”

 “Its too make sure you don’t get comfortable. This,” you gesture to the two of you, “is strictly business.”

 “Why of course. Another drink?” He asks getting up for more whiskey. You nod. Your cheeks were flushed and head dizzy. You were beginning to forget what self control was. You mouth moving before you can even comprehend your next thought.

 “Ada told me how you had someone last year.”

 He stops pouring the drinks to look at you. His back stiff and free hand curled into a fist.

 You continue talking, not looking at him. You weren’t looking at nothing in particular really. “I never had anyone.” His figure relaxes when he looks you more closely. Your body a bit limp, eyes glossy, your speech a bit slurred. You didn’t hold your liquor too good.

 “What else did Ada say?”

 You giggle remembering. Ada thinking you had a thing for her brother. How ludicrous! You glance toward the man, a little smirk resting on his pink lips and head tilting toward you. His blue eyes shining at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite detect. A strange feeling flutters in your stomach. You stop giggling and clear your throat.

“I think I should go. It was good talking to you.” You stand up way too fast. You begin to see black spots all over and the loss of balance.

 ‘Fuck’ you think to yourself, thinking about how your gonna embarrass

yourself falling to the floor.

 But then you feel a pair of hands grab at your arms and spin you around. You fall into Mr.Shelbys chest and for a moment he holds you there. And for that moment you smelled the cologne and whisky on his clothes. You felt the calluses on his rough hands against your soft skin. You felt the slight beating of his heart in his chest. You think if you look up you’ll get to see if the blues in his eyes are as clear as you think em to be.

 But the moment is gone an you both step away from each other, awkwardly. You swaying on your feet trying to regain balance and him hitting the drawer behind him.

 “You shouldn’t go home at this time (Y/N)” he finally says deciding to ignore what just happened. Which was fine with you. You felt very nervous all of a sudden and very, very confused.

 “Come with me.” He says taking you by the crook of your elbow and leading you out of the building. You didn’t want to admit that you liked the way it felt when he had grabbed you and the two of you walked out together, you couldn’t help but think of when and if he would do it again.

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Perhaps It’s Fate, Part 20

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Word Count: 1.8k+

Summary: After joining the Resistance as a mechanic, you were happy to keep to yourself, until a little orange and white bb unit and his master wander into your workshop one day.

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Mechanic!Reader

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You had managed to disable the tracker. Poe had piloted the ship, using the phony code to land in the hanger of Snoke’s ship--and Finn had been able to secure you disguises and find your way to the control room where you worked your magic.

It was when you were making your way back to the ship that everything unraveled. Your team had been discovered; Captain Phasma and her troops were waiting in the hanger--and there was absolutely no where to go. 

Poe wanted to fight--of course he did, it was in his nature--but once a blaster was pointed at you he surrendered. 

Now you found yourself on your knees in front of Phasma. 

This is how your parents must have felt, you imagined, in their final moments before they were executed by the First Order. At least you’d been able to help the Resistance, at least you had been able to disable the tracker so they could escape.  But now you knew you were going to pay the price.

“Make it painful,” General Hux snarled before leaving.

“Only the most painful for rebel scum,” Phasma assured him.

Blinking back tears you glanced at Poe; he was looking at you with such regret in his chocolate brown eyes that it made your heart break. Somehow, you managed a weak smile to let him know that it was okay--that you didn’t blame him for anything.  He had believed in you so much, how could you? And for you, this was a much better option of dying together than having to live without him. 

Poe softly smiled back at you, the pain in his eyes so evident as he mouthed the words I love you. Oh how you wish you could respond, but there was a boot on your neck, pressing your head forward as the troopers prepared all three of you--Poe, Finn, yourself--for execution. Squeezing your eyes shut, you prayed that the end would come swiftly...

.....instead there was a loud explosion, you were thrown from underneath the boot on your neck clear across the hanger, the blast knocking you unconscious for a few moments. 

When you regained your senses, the hanger was on fire. Poe was leaning over you and talking to you, but you couldn’t hear him over the ringing in your ears. He suddenly pulled you into his arms and you realized he’d been asking if you were okay.  Amazingly, you were fine, other than a few cuts and bruises. 

“Sweetheart, can you stand? We need to get out of here.”

“Yes, Poe, I’m fine. Just some scrapes.”

Despite this statement from you, Poe still pulled you to your feet, carefully.  “I saw a shuttle still in tact; if we can get to that I can get us the hell out of here.”

Clinging to his hand, you nodded. “Where’s Finn? Is he okay?” you asked, anxiously, looking around the hanger.

There was no time to even search for Finn, the stormtroopers had emerged from the smoke and were firing at you and Poe. The two of you barely had enough time to duck behind some debris to block yourself from getting hit and you realized, with desperation, that they had cut your path off to the shuttle. If you and Poe were to move now in an attempt to get to the shuttle, you’d be shot dead before you even took three steps. 

Poe desperately tried to shield you, all the while trying to just as desperately come up with a plan on how to get the hell out of this situation. And then suddenly, there was BB-8, having hot-wired an ATST--clearing a path for them. 

You were too shocked to even move a muscle, watching that little droid blast troops. It was Poe that grabbed you by the arm and shouted, “Run!”

“But...but...BeeBee!”

“Don’t worry! He does stuff like this all the time!”

There were so many questions that you needed answers too, however, there wasn’t time at the moment.  Thanks to BB-8, you were able to stumble and fall your way onto the shuttle. Somewhere along the way the little droid had picked up Finn and the pair had also made it to the shuttle.

Finn looked anxious. “Can you fly us out of here?”

Poe threw him an incredulous look. “Can I fly us out of here? Of course I can!”

“Glad to see nearly dying toned down your cockiness,” Finn snapped.

“Actually dying is going to be the only thing to do that,” you tossed out.

“If the two of you are done--I’m about to save our asses,” Poe quipped.

Flickering your eyes towards Finn the pair of you made eye contract briefly while Poe piloted the shuttle out of the burning hanger. Immediately a pair of TIE-fighters were on your tail--admittedly none of you thought it was going to be easy to escape, even if Snoke’s ship was scattered in pieces around you. 

Holding your breath, you realized that Poe was pushing the shuttle hard and fast towards the surface of the planet. He was following the escape transports but even as he made his approach, he. saw that the blast door was about to closed. “Hold on!” he shouted. “This is gonna be tight!”

BB-8 let out an anxious trill as the shuttle dove underneath the closing door, shearing off the wings of the shuttle. Your closed your eyes tightly until the shuttle came to a groaning halt. 

“See. Told ya I could fly us out of there,” Poe said, laughing slightly.

“Yeah... barely,” Finn sniped. 

“Are you off Snoke’s ship or not?”

“We’re off but I wouldn’t call that a landing!”

Poe shrugged. “I’ve had worse, right Bee?”

BB-8 bleeped an affirmative.

Slowly you opened your eyes and glared at him. The amused look on his face didn’t last long as the surviving Resistance members opened fire on the shuttle. The three of you, along with BB-8, ducked for cover, while Poe screamed, “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! It’s us!”

Carefully, each one of you raised yourself up so the Resistance fighters could see it was indeed your tiny group. 

“Finn? Poe? Y/N? You’re alive!” Rose gasped.

“Yeah!” Finn yelled back. “Although Poe tried to kill us!”

“Hey!” Poe protested, glaring at him.

All you could focus on was the small group of fighters left; you’d failed after all.  The tracker had not been disabled in time for anyone to get away before they had to abandon ship and take refuge in this old Rebel base. Your one chance to prove you belonged here--and you’d blown it.

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Poe had actually lost track of you once you had left the shuttle. He’d immediately been swept up in preparations that the First Order was going to land ground forces and attempt to flush them out ��After it became obvious that they were tucking their tails, licking their wounds, and heading back to their space--that was when Poe noticed you were missing.

He found you, huddled behind one of those ancient, decaying. speeders--which between the two of you, he was happy he did not need to fly. Poe squeezed in next to you. “Hey. There you are. I’ve been looking for you for over an hour. Why are you hiding back here?”

“I failed,” you mumbled, tears slipping out of your eyes.

“What do you mean you failed? You disabled the tracker,” Poe countered.

“Not in time.”

Gently, Poe pulled you close to him. “Sweetheart, most of the fleet got away--the decision to destroy the Raddus was made so the others could flee--just incase the tracker wasn’t disabled. You’d disappeared before Leia could explain to us what happened.”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you shook your head. “If I had disabled it faster than the Raddus would have gotten away too.”

“They didn’t want to leave us behind,” Poe said, softly.

“What?” you rasped, raising your eyes to look at him.

“Leia didn’t want to leave us behind.”

“We knew it was a suicide mission when we took it.”

Poe quietly stroked your hair; yes they had all known that the mission was probably going to end up in their deaths--it almost had--but none of them had voiced that sentiment out loud--until now. His lips brushed against your temple so softly it was like a breeze tickling your skin. “Your parents would be proud of you.”

You wished you felt as confident as he did about that but the truth was you didn’t. How would your parents feel knowing that you couldn’t control your panic attacks? That you had such severe anxiety that you often hid away from others to tinkering in your workshop? “They wouldn’t be proud of a coward.”

“Stop!” his voice was so firm, angry, that it startled you. “Stop right now,” Poe growled, low in his throat. He grabbed you by the shoulders and forced you to face him. “You are not a coward. You marched onto that ship and disabled something that none of us knew how to disable. A coward would not have done that; your anxiety, your panic attacks, they do not define you. So stop talking like this.”

“I can’t stop feeling this way! It’s not easy!” you sobbed, wanting to run away from him, but he would not let you go. “Do you think I want to feel this way? I can’t control it, Poe. Somedays, I feel like I’m drowning, that I can’t breathe!”

“So do I!”

“You?”

Poe swallowed, nervously, and nodded. “Ever since I escaped Jakku and made it back to the Resistance--I’ve felt an increasing dread, pressure--fear of failure, Y/N. When Kylo Ren tore through my mind, my memories, he saw the most vulnerable side of me and it haunts me, sweetheart, that I couldn’t protect you from his mind probes! That he saw what you meant to me, and that by him seeing this, it puts you in danger!”

Seeing the fear in his eyes, you sucked in a shuddering breath. “You don’t have to protect me, Poe.”

He wiped your tears away and then you were pressed, tightly against him. “I love you,” he whispered, “I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you. Never.”

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face against his chest. If you could have, you have stayed in his arms like this for the rest of the day, but as life had it--someone was looking for him. Poe kissed the top of your head and whispering an, “I love you,” he stood up and left you sitting there, giving you complete control of when you wanted to leave your safe spot.

“Did you find her?” Finn’s voice carried across the room.

“Not yet; she’s damn good at hiding,” Poe replied. “Don’t worry, she’ll show up when she’s ready to come out of hiding--or BeeBee will track her down, and then coax her to come out.  She can’t say no to him.”

“Okay, but we better find her soon,” Finn said. “Someone responded to the General’s distress call for emergency evacuation transport. We’ll be leaving soon as they get here.”

[babbushka]

Each Eye (8/8)

Kylo was the most feared boss in the entirety of New York City. They said that the crime families were no more, that they had disappeared with the end of an era. You knew it wasn’t true, you saw first hand. The families didn’t disappear, they simply went underground, adapted.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Mob Boss!Kylo Ren x Reader

13.6k, Warnings: NSFW, Violence, Murder, Blood, Character Death (Not Kylo or Reader)

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The drive had him in a near frenzy. Kylo never noticed how good of a driver Dophled was, never paid much mind, until he was stuck behind the boy in traffic, until he followed the path Dopheld cut for him. He would have to give the boy a raise, he decided as they blew through a red light, barreling down the streets of midtown towards the apartment where he was desperate to arrive.

He can see you, just barely. Can see you through the tinted glass, tinted dark enough that it might as well be illegal. But he can see you, the back of your head, your pretty hair. His body is on fire for you; fuck you’re so sexy, he thought. You were sexy sitting in that little tea room, bringing up all of his shitty sister’s dirty laundry, and you’re sexy now.

He can’t wait to get his hands on you, to beg for you, to hear the praise that he knows he can coax forth – he just has to get home first.

A rat, he thought to himself with a white-knuckled grip on the fine leather of the steering wheel. His own sister following in the footsteps of his god-awful father. He had suspected, he had thought, had sensed some betrayal, and the confirmation of it all had his blood boiling.

Was it boiling, or was it singing?

Either way, you held the key to reigning him in, and he nearly held his breath in anxious anticipation of your lips on his, soothing his veins.

He felt like a boy again, when the cars pulled up outside the apartment. He didn’t bother turning off the car or parking it, letting one of the apartment valets do it for him, tossing the kid the car key.

He felt like a boy again, watching you step out of the shiny black Bentley, watching your elegant leg stick out of the car. He took long strides across the short strip of sidewalk, offered you a hand as he always did, as he always will do. Your well-manicured hand was practically drooling with gold, gold he had given you, and he cannot help himself as he brought the back of your hand up to his lips.

You smiled, ducked your head for a moment and pressed the palm of that hand to his cheek, his scarred cheek, the one you so lovingly caressed. There was a hint of something in your eye, something between hunger and anger, a dangerous fury, simmering just below the surface of your composure.

Kylo’s cock grew hard in his nice pressed trousers -- few had seen you so furious, even fewer had seen and lived. It was some delicious dark thing, one he wanted to revel in for the rest of his life.

And soon, soon he could. Soon he would have all the power all on his own, he wouldn’t have to vie for it, wouldn’t have to negotiate, wouldn’t have to compromise within his own fucking family. No, soon Rey would be gone and he could have everything he’d ever dreamed of.

Kylo opened the front door of the apartment lobby for you, let you light the button for the elevator.

Only when the elevator doors closed and the key to unlock the button for the penthouse had been pressed, did you embrace.

 All at once, the raging clawing desperate fire in him comes to life, and he backed you up against the wall of the elevator, hands all over you. He never felt more alive than when he had you in his arms, than when your lips were on his. And on his they were, tongue hot and coaxing, sighing against his mouth, pulling soft whines from the back of his throat.

He could taste the tea on your tongue, sucked off the last droplets of honey and pistachio, kissed and kissed and kissed you as the elevator soared.

“I fucking knew it.” He growled against your cheek as he took a small break to breathe, his hands already asking permission to cover your breasts, to grope you and squeeze the flesh which he so adored. “She sent the cops crawling, didn’t she?”

“Poe and Finn got to her, she defected, and it’s going to ruin everything if we don’t stop her.” You nodded, panted against him as you guided those shaking hands of his against your skin, under your bra.

“We’ll stop her.” Kylo almost didn’t know what he’s saying, he was so focused on the feel of your skin, hot hot hot in his hands, his big hands which nearly covered you completely. He willed the elevator to move faster, wanted you home so he can beg to fuck you. “I’ve been waiting a long time to shut her up.”

“I feel like this is my fault.” You sighed, and he paused his ministrations with a scowl.

“Don’t say that.” His anxiety rushed through him at your distress.

You were never at fault, ever. Never had you done one wrong thing in your life, as far as he was concerned. You could have killed the entire family, could have burned the businesses down to the ground, and he still would have thought you right.

But you were frowning, and it made his heart beat fast in a way that made him run cold. He didn’t like to see you frown, not like that.

“If I had killed her when I had the chance – if I had let you go after her the way you wanted...” You looked off into the reflection of yourselves in the polished walls of the elevator, genuinely introspective and lost in thought. “Maybe none of this would have happened.”

He shook his head, nudged your chin so that your face was tilted towards his.

“Rey was useful for a time, until she wasn’t.” He said softly, licking his lips and bending down to kiss you once more, to kiss you forever, kiss your frown away. “At least now we have reason to make a point of her, now no one can come after me for it.”

That had you smiling, and the relief flooded through him almost as quickly as the nerves had. It was amazing, he thought, just how the sight of your pretty lips stretched into a grin could flip such a switch in him. Sometimes he thinks about how lucky he is to have you, thinks about how you save him over and over again, every day, every moment of every day, with that smile.

But other times…other times he is enchanted by the cold callous cruelty in your eyes, never at his expense, but at the expense of your enemies. He relished the way you shared that cruelty with him, shared his enemies and adopted them as your own.

Fuck, he loved you.

And you, his savior wrapped in velvet, you loved him back.

“No one will come after you, they wouldn’t dare. But we need our hands clean of this crime, with the police on her side they’ll suspect us immediately.” You whispered, like the cops have bugged the elevator, like they’re listening in. You clasped one hand around his tie and gave it a firm squeeze, “We have to be careful about this, no rampant massacring.”

“I have a plan.” Kylo nodded, bit the inside of his cheek and felt the thrill of a murder yet to come bubbling up inside him, starting in his stomach and trickling through his arms to the tips of his fingers where they trembled with want against your skin. “One I’ve been sitting on for-fucking-ever.”

“Where does it start?” You kissed him, deliberately, slowly, in that measured way that Kylo knows he will never be able to achieve, not when it comes to you.

The elevator dinged, finally having arrived at the penthouse lobby, and he took your hand in his own, led you to the lavish front door of your apartment.

“With the rabbi.” He said eagerly, other hand turning the lock and pulling you inside with blood pounding in his ears.

“The rabbi?” You frowned, trying to remember this plan.

“Yeah but first – (Y/N), honey, I – ” The plan could wait, everything could wait. For now he needed you, needed your body pressed against his, and he wasted no time dragging you to the bedroom.

You go willingly, happily, already unzipping and unbuttoning yourself, already shedding your clothes as you follow him into the room. You’re naked by the time he picked you up and threw you onto the bed, your bright laugh ringing through the modern furnishings as you bounced on the mattress, gorgeous in the yellow sun of the afternoon.

The windows were all open, all the curtains wide apart, wide wide wide like your legs as they spread for him.

“I know, I know.” You reached for him, beckoned him close, “Take what you need, take me.”

He could come from just that, you both know. He could stand right there and come all over himself like some messy slut just from your sweet words, your words of encouragement and permission. But his eyes are zeroed in on your pussy, and he practically tripped over himself to rip his suit away from his overheated skin, so anxious to fuck you that it almost made him sick.

He knew you need to be taken care of, need to be prepared. His cock was big, he’s proud of it, he’s proud of the way it made you feel. But only when you’ve been stretched for him, only when you’re ready for him. So he climbed naked onto the bed, rolled you over onto your hands and knees so your back was arched and your ass was presented to him.

His chest burned burned burned with lust, and he had to grip the base of his cock because you hadn’t said he could fuck you yet, hadn’t given him permission for that. He reached around you to stick a couple fingers in your mouth, and you, the perfect fucking angel you were, sucked them in between your teeth. You drooled all over them, so much so that when he pulled away, spit hung like little strands in a spiders web of lube on his hand.

“Touch me Kylo.” You told him, and he had to shut his eyes so he wouldn’t completely lose himself.

He slid his coated fingers into your pussy and shuddered at the way you moaned. He knew he should go slowly, knew he should take his time, but there’s not much time to be had, not much time to be savored in the way he wanted. So he pushed three fingers into you right up to the hilt, shuffled behind you so so so close, draped his stomach all across your back so he could feel the shocks of pleasure through your body.

He head rested on your shoulder, as your body quivered for him.

“Oh, fuck that’s good.” Your sighs and gasps and pants and moans were delicious as he curled those three fingers inside you.

He wondered if he could, if you’d let him, put in a fourth. His hands were so fucking big, you always liked to compliment him on it, always liked to say so. You always told him how big his hands were, maybe you’d like to get fully fucked with them.

“Ah! Kylo, honey, more -- harder.” You ordered, and he was so happy, so willing to obey.

He worked you open until your thighs began to shake in earnest, until your arms had to be growing sore. He’d roll you over in a moment, he knew he would, he just was too obsessed with the feeling of your pussy soaking his hand. He leaned back to sit on his haunches, and his other hand which had been supporting his weight now came around to smooth up your stomach, sending the muscles and flesh twitching with excitement.

“I could…” He drooled all over your lower back where it’d arched for him, “I could fit my whole fist in here.”

You flinched lightly at the spit, tensed around his fingers, squeezed him tight. Fuck you’re tight, he thought, always somehow forever so tight, as if you were begging to be fucked in the way that he would beg to fuck you. You threw a glance over your shoulder as you rocked back on his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers because his brain had stopped momentarily from how good you fucking looked.

“Don’t you dare.” You teased, bringing him back to life.

“I won’t – but I could. I could and you’d take me, your pussy would take the whole thing.” He bent over again, pushed into your cunt with the heel of his palm, pushed you up the bed so your arms would give out and you’d collapse onto the mattress face-first.

“Your big cock is enough.” You muffled, moaned, as he found the little spot inside you that had you panting quickly into your pillow.

“It’s big?” Kylo asked, sweating sweating sweating, dick rock hard against your thigh.

“So big!” You nodded, voice high. The praise only made his dick leak, only made it ooze pre-come from the tip, only made him groan.

He pulled his fingers away from your sweet cunt, brought them up to his mouth to lick off the juices there, licked up every drop of your sweet pussy that he could, the slick making a mess of his goatee. He wanted it, wanted to bathe in it, would bathe in your blood if you’d let him.

“How big?” He asked, guiding his cock to rub between your folds, your pussy throbbing for him.

You teased him, made him growl with the way you shimmied your hips back and forth, back and forth. He wanted to sink his cock into you, wanted to fuck you hard with it, but you hadn’t said yes yet, hadn’t told him he could. Instead, the slippery hot lips of your pussy sucked him in and he had to restrain himself, had to make himself stay just there, just coating his cock in your wetness.

“Fucking huge. So big that I can feel it up in my throat when you fuck me, I can taste it like when you come in my mouth that’s how big it is.” You said, and he groaned, pre-come pulsing out of him, his balls already so tight, his stomach already so tense.

“Please, precious, (Y/N), I -- please let me, please – ” He couldn’t hold back any longer, he just couldn’t he might cry, might weep tears of arousal and desperation if you didn’t let him fuck you properly soon. But he could save his tears for another day, because as soon as he started to plead for your pussy, you found the strength to push back onto him.

You pushed your cunt only an inch onto his cock before he grabbed your hips and slammed himself the rest of the way, knocking the air out of you.

“Yes, yes! Oh, Kylo.” You moaned high and loud, biting the pillow hard, your pussy sopping wet and dripping all over his thighs. He wondered if you came, if you came already just from being fingered and having his big big big cock – you said so, you had said it was big, his fucked up sex drunk mind played on loop – all the way inside you.

He would never get tired of this, of this feeling. Of the way you consumed him so. You have inhabited every cell, every nerve, every fiber of his being; and when you gasped on his cock, he felt like he was on fire, like he could raze the entire planet down to the ground. You were everything, everything to him, everything he had ever wanted or needed, everything come together just for him.

He didn’t know how you do it, how you fit him so perfectly inside you – inside your heart, your soul, your mouth, your hands, your cunt, he didn’t know. But he was grateful, wanted to show that gratitude.

“Ah, ah,” He grunted, the loud smack of his skin against yours already intoxicating his obsessed brain. It was the only word for it, the only word really. Obsessed, he was obsessed with you. His hands gripped you tightly, gripped your thighs in a way that he knew would bruise. He’d bruise you all over if you’d let him, and he so desperately wanted you to let him, so he asked, “Please?”

You shimmied out of his hold for a moment, re-arranged yourself so that you could be on your back, and it was as if the gates of heaven above parted for him with the way you wound your calves around his hips.

He took the opportunity of seeing your face to kiss you, one palm on your jaw, tongue hot hot hot down your throat. He ground his cock into you, rolled his hips, rolled them as they were flush against your sweating body. He loved when you sweat, loved when the strands of your hair stuck to your cheek, your mouth bitten and kissed raw.

“You’re so good for me, so good.” You moaned and panted against his lips as he bent himself into whatever shape he needed to be able to kiss and fuck you at the same time. “The best, do you know that? You’re the best.”

His head went fuzzy from the praise, fuzzy and fucked up, god you’ve got him under such a spell, under such a tight grip. He’s not complaining, he’d never complain, he could only groan as he sped his hips up, dragged you down the bed with that tight grip of his, tight like your cunt on his cock.

He built up so much speed that he could almost hear the harsh squeaking of the bed underneath you, could almost hear the slam of the headboard against the wall. He sucked the air straight from your lips, carbon dioxide making him hazy, your hands and nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders, the meat of his back.

“Oh! Oh Kylo, yes!” Your voice is loud, fuck it’s loud, so loud in his ear and yet he felt a million miles away, swimming in the warm tight love comfort joy relief that is your pussy.

He took and took and took all his pleasure straight from the well of lust between your legs, rammed himself up up up into you, rammed himself so hard and fast that before he knew it, your gasps shifted from pleasure to pain.

“Ow -- Fuck!” You gripped his hair tight with your hand, winced sharply as his cock shoved itself up against your cervix in a way he suddenly realized wasn’t fun, wasn’t comfortable. His chest ached and pained immediately, and he slowed his hips down, less of a frenzy when you shook his head a little with a kiss and, “Kylo be careful with me honey.”

“Sorrysorry I’m sorry.” He rushed to apologize, desperate to make it up to you, frantic for it.

He kissed you, licked a stripe across your teeth, sucked your tongue into his mouth as he forced his hips to slow, forced himself to take his time so he didn’t accidentally hurt you again. He’d kill something if you ever made a shock of pain like that again.

“Say it.” You demanded, not unkindly but firmly, firm enough that his balls tightened and his pelvis ground against you almost in slow motion. The control you had over him, the power, was enough to make him keen, his hips stuttering inside you.

“M’sorry!” He groaned into the crook of your neck where he drooled and panted like some great beast, some monster with claws too sharp as they sunk into your soft flesh like putty.

You preened under the attention, under the gaze of his dark dark dark eyes, your mouth open, unable to close from the feeling of him on top of you, inside of you, all the way up into your throat like you had said.

“Again, like you mean it.” You bared your teeth – and that was the most delicious thing, wasn’t it?

He thought to himself. He was a monster, a beast, yes. But you were some wicked thing in your own right, a force to be reckoned with, a power to be obeyed. You had ambition in your eyes just the same, had that hunger for power simmering under your skin just as he did.

Kylo was willing, god he was more than willing, to offer everything to you, to give you anything you could ever ask for, could ever demand.

“I’m sorry!” He gasped, limbs shaking, trembling all over the way your thighs did, the way your face shook with pleasure as your eyes nearly blanked out.

“Alright, it’s alright. Make us come.” You nodded, let him groan and drag his dick through your body, speared himself in all the way.

“Thank you, precious.” He kissed every inch of your skin, every single inch.

He licked and bit marks into the valley between your breasts, latched his mouth onto a nipple and sucked hard. Your back arched into him, pushing your body closer closer closer to his, and his head was completely filled with the rush of blood in his ears, your whines and pants and moans caressing him like the soft warmth of a summer sun.

“K – fuck – Kylo,” Your voice grew higher and higher, until you were sobbing, until your throat hiccupped around your moans, and you came.

He loved it, the feeling of you coming underneath him. Your legs gripped his hips like a vice, your nails breaking his skin and the sick sting of pleasure broke him into goosebumps. Your body tensed and the sagged into the mattress, sinking deep into the soft world of blankets and pillows that Kylo worked so hard to keep plump and clean and fresh. He could practically taste the salt of your sweat as your body wracked with tremors of pleasure, could smell the sex on you. It was almost more than he could bare, being this close to you, being so wholly yours.

Your body went pliant for him, as he fucked you through it, so close, so fucking close to coming himself – and then he grunted out his own orgasm, bright white blinding hot hot hot coursing through him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up, making his toes curl into the sheets.  

Out of it, nearly blacked out, his hips still moved, milking his cock with the way your pussy gripped him. He was almost afraid that he’d never be able to pull out – and he found he didn’t want to.

You were smiling underneath him, that blissed out look on your face something that calmed Kylo’s frantically buzzing nerves. He felt good, so fucking good, felt over the moon. His cock throbbed with come, pouring it into you, filling you up. He fumbled around the bed with his eyes still shut, until his hand grasped around one of the plush pillows you had nearly torn into two with your teeth.

He shoved the pillow under your hips and kept going, kept grunting in your ear, groaning out deep sighs of pleasure as your body took every last drop he had to give, until you were practically overflowing with his come.

“Love you.” You whispered, your fingers carding through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp in that way that had him sighing happily, little noises in the back of his throat that he couldn’t really control.

Not that he had to, he never had to worry about that with you. He let himself rest on top of your body, cock beginning to go soft inside your beautiful perfect cunt. He let himself rest there, atop your skin, ear listening to the way your heart pounded well and alive underneath your flesh. He calmed his breathing down to the sound of your heartbeat, kissed and mouthed at the soft touch of your breasts.

“Tomorrow?” He pressed the word into your skin, smothered and smeared his reverence there.

Reverence, that was it. That’s what he felt for you, above all else, adoration. He wanted to hold you like some precious thing, wanted to cradle you close to his soul if he had one, if it wasn’t torn to pieces by now.

If it had, Kylo figured, if it had been shredded up into small bite sized chunks, well. You must have been the one to hold them.

“No honey, it has to happen tonight.” You whispered sympathetically, smoothing your hands over his shoulders, breathing deeply. A swell of pride surged through him at that, at how he was so able to make you lose it, make you come so hard that your hands still shook even after the glow of orgasm wore away.

“I want…” He didn’t know how to say it, how to express the way he wanted to lay at your feet like the attack dog he was once, some frothing at the mouth vicious thing that only you could heel. How he would rip the heads off of anyone who so much as looked at you wrong, how he would lay their bones in pretty arrangements before you. He didn’t know how to say it and that frustrated him, so instead he grunted out an, “Ugh.”

But you, you were so patient with him, so patient always. You smiled, because you knew, knew what he meant without him even having to say any of it.

Still, you wanted to hear it, you liked hearing him talk after he’d come, voice extra deep, baritone made you shiver.

“Use your words darling.” You encouraged, and he couldn’t think of anything else, so when he finally opened his eyes and took in the sight of you in the rich buttery afternoon sun, he feels like he’s on fire again.

“Can I bathe you?” He asked, because it was the one thing he could do to show you, to tell you without saying it.

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His hands don’t shake, in the bathtub. You kept the lights off, so it’s pitch black in the bathroom, black as night though it’s only five in the afternoon. The two of you are crowded together in the tub, the water scalding hot and frothed with expensive soap that Kylo didn’t know the brand name of. He cupped his hands in the water and poured it over your head from where you’re leaning against his chest, his body wrapped around yours.

He couldn’t stop touching you, couldn’t stop passing his palms over your body, lightly scrubbing your flesh with the calloused heel of his palm, rinsing away the sweat and sex that clung to your inner thighs.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, his nose prodding at your soft cheek, making you hum out a little smile.

He kissed you there, traveled slow kisses down your neck, followed the curve of your shoulder. He kissed you, lips plush and swollen from the way he found himself unable to ever stop, unable to ever take himself away from you.

“I’m all yours, forever.” You slid your hands to cover his own, where they had wound tightly around your middle, fingers interlaced with his.

The possession flared up in his blood, and the kiss to your shoulder turned more into a bite, one that had you sighing back into his embrace.

“I’m excited.” He said, apropos of nothing, “To kill her.”

And he was, he was thrilled. For years he had stood by and let her run around, let her think she had some piece of control. He had tried to deal with her, had given her Midtown some years ago in an attempt to keep her under watch, but that had failed.

He wondered when she had defected, when she sold out to the cops. Was that before she tried to murder him? Before she cut his face open and left him in the streets to die? Or was it after the realization that it would take more than that to kill him, more than that to break him down.

“I know you are, I’m excited to let you.” You smiled, he could tell you were smiling, he could hear it in your voice. “We have to get dressed.”

He pinched at your thigh lightly, making you suck in a breath. He made no move to get out of the tub though, made no move to take you into the closet and watch you get clothed, watch you get so perfectly put together. You chuckled about that, about the stillness, about the way his muscles only tightened around you when you tried to make a notion to stand.

He wrapped his hands around your throat instead, brought your head back back back until it was tipped onto his shoulder. Those big hands of his then smoothed down the front of your body, doing their best to cover every inch, every piece of you that he could.

“I love you so much.” He said, envisioning the way you’d look when he brought you back your trophy, your prize, your gift.

The thought of it almost made him hard again.

“I love you too darling,” You twisted in his embrace, kissed him and straddled his thighs, water sloshing all over the place, “But we have to go meet with the rabbi.”

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The look on Luke’s face when he opened the office door to see his nephew and his wife, was almost worth the schlep downtown.

Almost.

The traffic had been a bitch, had put Kylo in a sour fucking mood, a mood which wasn’t likely to let up at all, considering he was being faced with the man who arguably, could be blamed for much of his disastrous upbringing. But, while there was much anger still harbored in Kylo’s chest, he wasn’t there for a fight; in fact, quite the opposite.

Luke must have sensed that, must have used his bizarrely strong powers of intuition to conclude that you and Kylo were here for some other reason, because that look of shock quickly melted into one of quiet, although apprehensive, joy.

“Kylo! (Y/N), hello! I wasn’t so sure I’d be seeing you here any time soon.” The old man welcomed you into the office.

You held Kylo’s hand, and he was thankful for it, thankful because he wasn’t so sure what he’d do with himself if he didn’t have the tether of your touch to guide him, ground him, as he walked into the office and sat in the big leather chairs on the opposite side of a large mahogany desk.

Kylo felt like a kid again, being sent to talk to his Uncle when he wouldn’t cooperate during Hebrew school, when he would get into arguments with the teachers and classmates.

“We come often, don’t we?” You asked, cool as a cucumber. Kylo admired that about you, admired lots of things about you, but the way you always managed to stay so cool was definitely one of them.

“Yes, but I mean here, in my office.” Luke gestured to the grand bookshelves around him, dark wood holding secrets, holding the sacred texts.

“We can leave – ” Kylo started, already aggravated, already getting annoyed, feeling far too much like he was being scolded yet again, always scolded by someone.

“We want your blessing.” You said instead, looking at Kylo, looking at him expectantly.

You looked at Kylo, and Kylo looked at Luke, and Luke looked at you, the three of you in thick anticipation of what you had up your sleeves. They were very fine sleeves, expensive ones, satin that draped gorgeously over your body, cascading over your shoulders.

“(Y/N) and I are trying to have a baby.” Kylo admitted, because it wasn’t a lie.

It was better to stick to the truth, when it came to Luke. He wasn’t as good as you, not nearly as good, but he could always tell when Kylo was lying.

His uncle narrowed his eyes, mulled over the declaration for a moment or two before he too sat back in his big leather chair. His kippah got slightly pushed around from the way he let his head settle into the cushion, and he scratched at the beard which once may have been blonde, but now had faded to a salt and pepper grey.

“Are you really?” He stared at Kylo, as if this were some cruel joke Kylo might play.

“Yes, but don’t tell anyone.” Kylo’s hand drifted down from where it was intertwined with yours on the armrest of the chair, to your stomach. You weren’t pregnant yet, not to your knowledge anyway.

But soon, hopefully soon. He’d take you to Paris as soon as this was all done, had plane tickets tucked away in his jacket pocket to jet you off abroad where all the mess of the murder could be cleaned up and he’d fuck you all day every day, a celebration of your anniversary.

Hopefully, when you both came back to the states, you’d be eating for two.

Luke, despite the tenuous relationship between him and his nephew, smiled. He didn’t congratulate you, didn’t offer any words of encouragement, because that wasn’t done. It would be back luck, it would jinx the whole thing, if he had been overjoyed. Kylo appreciated that, and he knew you did too.

“Of course not.” Luke agreed, no need to tell anyone anything when there wasn’t anything to tell. “Leia will be overjoyed, having a grandchild.”

Kylo rolled his eyes, clenched his jaw in a steely attempt to walk out from the mention of his mother.

“You know that won’t change things.” Your hushed voice was a balm over Kylo’s aggravation, and he let his hand return to its spot against your palm, your fingers lacing through his in their usual way.

“Maybe not, but a baby does bring an insurmountable abundance of joy, and knowing you two, they’ll be the most loved and spoiled thing in the entire world.”

“Will you give it to us, then? Your blessing?” You were hopeful, eyes pleading.

Your charm was truly something to behold, because Luke was standing up from his hair and beckoning you forward in an instant. You smiled so wide at him and Kylo tried not to let his jealousy show too strongly.

“Yes, come here.” Luke reached for your hands, and you gave them to him.

Kylo turned his attention to the office around him, for a moment. It was a very nice office, all dark woods that had been carefully polished and treated well, taken care of lovingly. There was a big window which let light pour in in streams, it caught little flecks of fluff and bits of nothing in the air. If Kylo had been a better student, he thought to himself, maybe he could have one day worked in an office like this.

But, he smirked to himself, he had to admit, his own office was much nicer.

Much like his office though, Luke’s was full of secrets. And it was these secrets which had brought him and his most beautiful, perfect wife, to visit.

When Luke had finished reciting some prayers and Kylo was sure he wouldn’t be interrupting, he rose from his seat and stuck his hands in his pockets.

“Can I talk to you privately for a minute?” He cleared his throat, getting the attention of his uncle who regarded him warily.

It was known that Kylo didn’t like to really do anything privately, anything without the comforting company of you. Luke’s apprehension was valid, as you sat down back in your chair and pulled out your phone, content to scroll through something while they spoke.

“I’ll wait here.” You smiled, that smile which put Luke at ease, which convinced him to lead Kylo through a back door, into a smaller, more secluded section of the office.

This was Luke’s private study, a place he didn’t very often let people visit.

Kylo walked around to the other side of Luke’s desk, presumptuous and annoying in the way he touched Luke’s shit, picked up a paperweight and rolled it around in his hand.

“Do you ever wish that you had children, Uncle Luke?” Kylo asked, not bothering to really look up at him.

He wasn’t actually interested in talking with the rabbi, he just needed to buy you time, that was all.

“Me?” Luke mused, face quirking into thought while he adjusted the tallit around his shoulders, “No not really. No offense Kylo but you really put a damper on the whole idea. Why do you ask?”

That almost made Kylo huff out a self-deprecating laugh, almost. He remembered the nightmare that he had been as a child, when his parents had given up on him and sent him away, when he’d spent too many of his days cooped up in the synagogue. He didn’t blame Luke for thinking so negatively of him – the feeling was mutual.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about it, about fatherhood.” He put the paperweight down, and Luke visibly relaxed now that a blunt instrument was no longer in the palm of his murderous nephew. “You know, with (Y/N) trying to conceive and all.”

“Have you been thinking about fatherhood in general, or about Han?” Luke asked, and Kylo felt his whole body go cold.

Han was a sore subject, for a lot of reasons. He had always been a sore subject, even from the time of Kylo’s youth. It almost felt like all the bullshit that happened in his life happened because of Han. And maybe that was being overly dramatic, but well. The Skywalker bloodline had never been known for their logic and reasoning.  

“Han.” Kylo said, eventually. Because it wasn’t a lie, he had been thinking about him. “How he failed me. How you failed me when they sent me away. How Snoke failed me. I feel like I’m cursed, I don’t want my child to feel the way I feel about all of you.”

He never knew what it was about the rabbi, how he could spill all his fears right there in the open, fears he was too afraid to acknowledge out loud because if he acknowledges them then they’re real.

“I’m sorry.” Is all Luke had to offer, and Kylo did huff out a laugh then.

“Yeah I’m sure you are.” He rolled his eyes, walked around the desk to look at some of the books Luke kept in the personal study. He wasn’t really reading them, didn’t care much for the names on the spines. He just wanted to appear interested, didn’t want to look like he was stalling.

“He shouldn’t have done what he did, shouldn’t have been so absent. Neither of them should have. But murder isn’t always the answer.” Luke placed a hand on Kylo’s shoulder, a comforting gesture that he tried his very best not to shake away.

“Maybe not, but it is the one that feels the most satisfying.” He checked his watch, worried about the time.

The timing of this whole fucking mess had to be perfect, had to go over just so, this more than anything.

“I’m very surprised to see you, all things considering.” Luke said, removing his hand when it became awkward and uncomfortable.

Kylo sighed, ran a hand through his hair. He wanted a cigarette, wanted to be close to you. You were just there, just on the other side of the door in the office, and it was all Kylo could do to not rush to your side.

“I wanted to start this off right. I wanted to give them the best chance of being the happiest they can be. That’s all.” He said truthfully, quietly.

“So they’ll go to Hebrew school then? Get Mitzvah’d?” Luke prompted, and Kylo did give a genuine smile then.

“God willing.” He replied, making the rabbi tsk and shake his head.

“You know you’re not supposed to say that.” He admonished, and Kylo only shrugged.

“Just like old times.” He mused, before deciding you had officially been given enough time, and turning to the old man who stood before him. “Thanks Uncle Luke.”

Luke only nodded, and opened the door for him.

You were sitting in your chair, seemingly not having had moved a muscle, still scrolling through your phone. If Kylo looked close enough, he’d see you were browsing through Pinterest for nursery ideas, and that made his chest warm.

“Sorry honey, let’s go.” Kylo broke the calm silence, and you pretended to be startled in a way that had him so in love with you, so in love with how fucking crafty and cunning you could be.

You stood at the arrival of the men and gathered your things in your arms for all of a moment before Kylo took them from you so you wouldn’t have to carry them.

“Everything alright?” You whispered to Kylo, mostly a show. Kylo nodded and bent down to kiss you, felt the life breathe back into his lungs from the way you hummed gently against his lips, before you broke the kiss and turned back to Luke with a small dose of embarrassment. “Thank you again.”

“Be careful, both of you.” Luke said, before sitting at the desk and tending to whatever paperwork and duties you had interrupted.

You bid him goodbye and walked in comfortable silence with Kylo until you were far enough away from the temple to be overheard by eager ears.

While the two of you waited for Dopheld to pull up in the Bentley, you rummaged through your purse and plucked out the small steel case you had stolen from Luke’s office. One of the many secrets hidden away in those bookshelves, were novels that had the pages cut away to leave small recesses for small objects like this.

Small, lethal objects.

“You’re terribly smart, you know that?” You bumped your hip against his playfully, a great big smile on your lips, looking entirely like the cat that got the cream.

“I do.” He teased right back, praise turning him warm and making him fill with pride. “He doesn’t know I know about it, they’re supposed to be kept there for safekeeping.”

You opened the case and admired the bullets, the way they shone. The glossy coating had an almost purple sheen to it, and Kylo could tell you almost wanted to pick one up, wanted to touch it. But you knew better, knew that once that poison stuck to your skin there was too high of a risk that it could do harm, too difficult for it to come off.  

“This is a nasty way for her to die.” You closed the case, put it safely back in your purse and slid your arms around his neck, kissing him right there on the sidewalk, as Dopheld pulled up.

“Well the way I see it, we can either poison or drown the rat.” He mused, opening the door to the car and offering a steadying hand for you as you climbed in.

“We have to trap her first.” You replied as you settled easily in your spot, pulled flush against Kylo’s side as he sat and closed the car door behind him.

“Yes.” He agreed, winding his arm around your waist and sighing happily as you pressed small kisses to his chin and cheek, “It’s a good thing you’re wearing black.”

 To say that he was stepping into a hornet’s nest was an understatement. At least, if the cold glares that were shot over the shoulders of the Hux family were anything to go by. Kylo readjusted his grip on your hand, and he could practically feel the hatred oozing out of the Irish mob that had come together to mourn one of their own.

You watched carefully, poised and ready to strike if the need should arise. Afterall, the last time you had come in contact with them, it had resulted with Roisin dead in a car on her way to the hospital. They watched back just as carefully, an illusion of peace in this time of great sorrow. Sorrow for them, anyway.

The funeral ceremony hadn’t yet begun, not officially. The place was packed, absolutely jam packed, to pay their respects to the poor unfortunate soul which laid at the front of the great big room. Kylo led you down the nave up to the open casket, careful to have the signet ring hidden, careful to have it tucked into your pocket, not on display in front of all of them.

It was deadly silent, in the church. That oppressive silence like lightning about to strike, thunder about to crack. You had not come to start trouble, Kylo knew this. No, the trouble had already been started, had been instigated by one of their own.

Kylo had only returned the favor.

Despite being so used to murder, so faced with it in his line of work, his lifestyle, it always was a sore sight to see. The man in the casket’s sharp features were somehow so soft, now that life had been whisked away from him. His orange hair somehow gained more vibrancy, more life, now that it had been properly washed and cleaned, not a mess of product.

“He was beautiful.” You had to admit, “In a severe kind of way.”

Kylo would much rather look at you, any day of the week.

“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve showing up here.” Hux materialized at Kylo’s side, nearly vibrating with restrained rage.

Kylo couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have a brother killed – let alone a twin brother. He figured he would know the pain of losing a sister, but William truly was an unfortunate accident. If he were a kind man, he would have apologized then and there, would offer some sort of words of comfort.

But he was, in fact, not a kind man.

“If you still want Hell’s Kitchen, you’re more than welcome to have it.” You said softly, so softly, not taking your eyes off William, the much more gentle of the two Hux brothers.

William had always been an open secret, and you had never harbored any ill will over the man. You even shed a tear for the way his eyelashes brushed against his cheek, Kylo watched it slip down the side of your nose.

Hux looked at the two of you, and without releasing a breath he turned on his heel and snapped his finger for the two of you to follow him.

Kylo didn’t appreciate being beckoned like some animal, it brought him too many memories of the days where Snoke – he shook the thought from his head, steals a steadying squeeze of your hand, before holding open a door for you to pass through, out of the main room and down a dimly lit hallway which led to a small room that appeared to be the place where the children of the congregation were taught. Kylo didn’t know for sure, he wasn’t familiar with this layout.

“What do you want in exchange?” Hux asked, not facing either of you, not wanting you to see how affected he was by this death.

“My sister has gone out of control, she’s the one who murdered your brother.” Kylo spoke up, a lie which did its job in shocking the man into whipping his head around and taking two big strides to get entirely in Kylo’s personal space as he continued, “We need you to help us take her out. Avenge William’s death and get her out of our hair.”

Kylo had never noticed just how steely Hux’s eyes were, had never gotten close enough to look. They were red-rimmed, and that made the stormy blue-green-grey stand out even more, even in the low light of the empty classroom. He would agree with you, they were handsome brothers, if yes a little severe.

“A man who desires revenge should dig two graves.” Hux hissed, his teeth bared, face shaking.

“Will you do it?” Kylo really fucking hated repeating himself, but, if all went well, he won’t have to answer to Hux anymore, won’t have to answer to anyone anymore.

“Why all of a sudden?” Hux demanded, breathing hard, anger coursing through him. “What’s changed now?”

You were watching from Kylo’s side, watching to make sure Hux didn’t slide a dagger into Kylo’s ribs like he’s wont to do – always a fan of carving people up, that one was.

“She’s not one of us anymore, and she knows too much. She’s done too much. I’m more than happy to take care of her myself, but I thought as a sign of good faith, you might like to help since she’s been as much a thorn in your side as mine.” You said, taking over for Kylo, who, frankly, wanted to kill the weasel right there.

But just as Rey was useful for a time, so could Hux be.

“Where?” Hux asked, making Kylo’s plan only that much easier.

“The docks.” You replied, and then already anticipating his next questions, “Tonight, a quarter to nine.”

“That’s not enough time.” Hux shook his head, stepping back away from Kylo’s personal space finally. Kylo didn’t give him the satisfaction of making a show of how relieved he was.

“That’s all the time we have.” Kylo spoke up honestly.

“Quarter to nine.” You reiterated, “Be there, or consider Hell’s Kitchen off the table, permanently.”

The three of you stared down one another, stared and stared and stared, stared and waited for him to agree. Kylo could cut the tension with a knife, if he had one. Instead all he had were guns strapped to his chest ready to be fired at any moment.

“Quarter to nine.” Hux eventually agreed, a curt nod of his head.

The church bells chimed, and that was your cue to leave.

You held Kylo’s hand tightly and made your way out back into the hallway, pausing just before you were fully out to turn back and regard the mob boss with genuinely sad eyes.

“Mr. Hux?” You asked for his attention for just a moment more to say, “We’re very sorry for your loss.”

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It was pouring rain, when Kylo snuck you out of the church through a side exit, where Dopheld was waiting with an open umbrella. He was close behind you as you rushed under the shelter of the downpour, the water freezing cold in the autumn wind.

The weather had taken a dramatic turn, but one that would be beneficial for the main event tonight, one that would aid in his plan. Because of Dopheld’s quick thinking and preparedness, you had not a drop of water on you, and you snuggled up to Kylo’s side happily, digging through your purse.

You always kept on your person a small film cannister, one of the dark plastic ones that protected film from the harmful rays of the sun. However, instead of 35mm negative, it rattled with small chips, little plastic cards that you poured onto your hand, leaved through with your nail.

Kylo watched in awe as you found the one you were looking for, and as Dopheld zipped through the streets, you popped it into the burner phone Kylo handed you. You both watched as the phone powered on, a blank thing that only was ever used for times like this, plans like these.

You scrolled through the list of contact on the sim card, stopped when you found the name you were looking for.

Kylo was always amazed with the speed that you could type at. He hated shit dealing with phones, hated it. He didn’t like calling, and while he preferred texting, he didn’t actually like texting. His fingers were too big for the buttons, he was convinced.

But he looked over your shoulder, rested his chin there, nuzzled his cheek against yours.

Shayna punim, can you do me a favor tonight?

Your finger was hovering over the keyboard, waiting to send a reply as soon as the text came through, ready to spring, ready to get this over with.

Rey was a notoriously fast texter as well, and it was only a matter of the traffic light turning green for a response to be sent.

Is everything okay Ima?

You smiled wide, and Kylo could feel the excitement bubbling up in him. It was really happening, he was really going to get the chance to do it, to do the one thing he had been waiting years for.

You typed back quickly, but no so quickly that it would be suspicious, Leia wasn’t exactly the world’s finest technology expert, and it usually took her a short moment to respond anyway.

Yes, sorry it’s so last minute, I’m expecting a delivery from the furrier we know, you know the nice Italian fellow?

Ma I didn’t know you were still running business ???

If anyone asks, I’m not.

When do you need me there?

8:55 sharp. Boat will show up at nine. Don’t tell Kylo. Delete these texts – we never had this conversation.

I love you.

I love you too.

 You deleted the text messages from the burner phone, and powered it off so the GPS wouldn’t be able to be tracked. Kylo watched as you popped the sim card out of the burner phone, and tucked everything back into its place inside your bag.

“Do you think she’ll do it?” He asked softly, reaching for you, hand grasping around your wrist, just feeling your pulse.

“She’ll do it.” You nodded, turning your body towards him, tugging on his earlobe playfully with your free hand before sighing, “But I have to go to the police before she does, we need alibis.”

Kylo groaned loudly in the backseat of the Bently, thudding his head on your shoulder. This was his least favorite part of the plan – the part where you two had to split up. You had to be bait, had to be a distraction, one convincing enough to stall for time.

“Honey can’t we literally do anything else?” He complained, voice deep deep deep and aggravated. He wanted a cigarette, and cursed the rain for not letting him open the car window without him getting soaked.

“No darling, I have to distract them so you can take care of the job.” You kissed his face sweetly, kissed him to calm him down. “You need to rough me up. I’ll go in saying I got robbed.” You announced, making him pull back.

“I love you but are you out of your mind?” He frowned, now desperately needing a fucking cigarette.

“Kylo, please?” You whined, pouted as if he were being mean for denying you this, “Just make it look like someone attacked me.”

“That would mean I have to attack you, and no.” Kylo was firmly resolute in this, and you knew it. He knew you knew it.

“Well I very well can’t punch myself in the face, that’s not very realistic.” You complained, before getting that look in your eye, a look of an idea that Kylo knew meant trouble. “Dopheld, pull over.”

“No, absolutely not.” Kylo shook his head at once, shooting daggers of a glare at the poor driver who was now glancing back with concern.

“Dopheld, please, pull over somewhere dark.” You said, and fuck, dammit all, the nice boy was doing as he was told, albeit it with shaking hands.

He pulled into an alleyway that he happened to know, another one of your little hiding spots that Kylo kept under control. There was just enough cover there that you didn’t get immediately drenched when you left the warm comfort of the car to go stand expectantly, Kylo clamoring out to meet you.

Dopheld got out of the car too, and waited for whatever insane order you were going to give next.

And insane it was, because you lifted your chin and squared your shoulders, looked your driver dead in the eye and asked, “Can you please attack me?”

Dopheld was shocked, stunned even. Kylo appreciated that about the boy.

“…Excuse me?” He squeaked out, swallowing a hard lump in his throat, clutching his little hat in his hands, trying to avoid getting rained on.

“Attack me, knock me to the ground, you know.” You gestured with your hands, presented yourself to him with open palms to show you wouldn’t retaliate. You needed to be injured convincingly, needed to have some reason to go to the police – but this was just out of the realm of possibility for what Kylo was willing to allow.

“Dopheld don’t you fucking dare.” Kylo growled, and now the poor boy was torn.

“Oh gosh I don’t – ” His hands rung the hat in front of him, but you sighed.

“This is a direct order Dopheld.” You reminded him, not unkindly.

“Dopheld if you lay one finger on her I’ll cut it off and I’m not kidding.” Kylo hissed, definitely unkindly.

“Fuck you’re both so scary I don’t know what to do!” He finally lamented, pacing back and forth, weighing his options.

“Kylo go back in the car.” You kissed your husband’s cheek, making him scoff.

“No!” He shook his head. He knew you only wanted him in the car so he wouldn’t immediately strangle the kid, wouldn’t immediately snap the bones in his hands for harming you. But it wouldn’t work, he wouldn’t --

“Ahh!” Dopheld shouted and lunged forward, fist swinging as he jumped at you, knocked you to the filthy pavement of the alley, already apologizing, shocked with his behavior. “I’m so sorry, oh my god I’m so sorry Mrs. Ren.”

Kylo grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and hoisted him up against the wall of the alley, fully prepared to choke the life out of him.

“Kylo put him down.” You ordered from the floor, voice firm but powerful, “Kylo, I mean it.”

He dropped the boy and immediately helped you up, brought you to your feet and brushed the wet gravel away from your beautiful body. Dopheld had gotten you pretty good, hit you in the nose hard enough to make it bleed even though it thankfully wasn’t broken.

Still, the sight of you in any state other than perfect bliss was like murder to Kylo’s own heart, and though you had demanded it, though you had explicitly asked for it, he can still feel the white hot pulse of rage creep up around his eyes.

“I don’t like seeing you like this.” Kylo’s body shakes, pent up rage, angry angry angry at the way your blood is dark and glinting in the streetlamps.

When had the sun set, he wonders? Had time really flown by so much between all the errands and the traffic that it was already time to part? His anxiety spiked, he didn’t want to be away from you, he didn’t want to have you sitting like a duck surrounded by those fucking cops.  

“I know honey, I know, but it’s going to be for the better, I promise.” You soothed him, sensing his distress with the way his breath was coming in short sharp pants.

He crushed you to his chest, wrapped his arms around you, that wild monstrous thing in him just wanting to kill, wanting to maim, wanting to coax forth blood on the streets. You knew, and you didn’t discourage it, only redirected it, reminded him that this energy could be used productively, could be used wisely.

“Thank you Dopheld, now take me to the station.” You said, ushering everyone back into the car.

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Dopheld stopped the car about a block away from the precinct. It had been decided that you would walk, through the rain, without your purse, without anything, to give the illusion that you had had all your belongings stolen. Kylo had asked Dopheld to pull over so you could go through all the weapons on your person and removed them, that way if the cops searched you they wouldn’t find anything interesting.

Your nose was still bleeding, and Kylo was still seeing red.

“Listen to me.” You whispered, cupping his cheeks with your palms, kissing him and smearing your blood in his mustache, your lips smudging your words against his own, “I know you. I know how you are. Just kill her and come back to me, do you understand?”

“Okay.” He nodded, already thinking about when he’ll be able to be by your side again.

He wanted to get this over with quickly, efficiently. His part was only one small piece to this, the initial piece, he couldn’t take too much time with it, otherwise he’d be a suspect, he’d be suspicious.

“I know this means a lot to you, we can celebrate once the dust has settled, but I cannot under any circumstances have you put yourself in a position where you’ll get caught.” You read his mind, whispered as though no one in the whole world could hear but him.

“I know.” He nodded, a shuddering breath calming him enough to get the rush of blood to stop pounding in his ears for all of two minutes as he agreed, “I’ll kill her and come right to you.”

You kiss him passionately, strongly, your mouth a force to be reckoned with as it opened for you. He could taste the blood on your teeth, licked up in a frenzy, like some shark sensing its prey. But you were no prey, not by a long shot, and you kissed him like you owned him – because you did.

“I love you so much, I’m so in love with you.” You were almost in tears with emotion, real, true, genuine emotion, as your hands smoothed down his suit jacket and your eyes shone with pride as you laid it obvious to him with, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Don’t be proud of me yet.” Kylo only had the strength to let you go just this once, and he knew if he didn’t let you leave now, he never would, and you would both just have to flee the country and deal with these consequences another time. “Now go. I’ll be back soon.”

There could not be another time, the clock was ticking, Kylo knew. He checked his watch.

You give him one more kiss for reassurance, and then you’re out the door. Not taking an umbrella, not taking your purse – hell, not even taking your coat against the bitter frigid rain, you walked proudly and unflinchingly through the downpour, towards the station.

Kylo and Dopheld watched and waited until they could not see you anymore, until you were firmly so far out of their sight that the race really had begun.

“Mr. Ren?” Dopheld’s voice piped up from the driver’s seat, his eyes concerned in the rearview mirror.

“Yes?” Kylo ground out, his gaze steadily tracked on the way the water sleeted down against the windows of the bentley.

“For what it’s worth, it’s been an honor to be your driver, sir.” Dopheld said with a sigh, and Kylo frowned, wondering what the hell he could mean until – oh. Right.

“I’m not going to kill you, Dopheld.” He assured the boy, with more gentles than he would probably have given, were he not genuinely a nice and competent kid.

“Oh!” The relief in Dopheld’s voice was almost enough to make Kylo smile, that pure unadulterated joy at getting to live another day. It wasn’t something Kylo was used to hearing, wasn’t an experience those who dealt with him were used to having, but still that joy is there, and Dopheld puts the car in drive once more, pulls away from the side-street where you were no longer visible. “Thank you, sir.”

“To the docks, please.” Kylo said, hands curling around the empty space where your body should be.

Soon, he thought to himself, soon he’ll be back with you.

That’s all he wanted, was to be with you.

 They were silent in the car on the drive over. Kylo busied himself by loading up his guns, gloves on and careful to avoid getting the poison which coated the bullets anywhere near his skin. There wasn’t enough to fully load both his guns, so he filled the remainder with normal bullets. If he were in the mood to be dramatic, he’d make a game of it, a Russian roulette style death.

But there was no time to be dramatic, not tonight. He didn’t mind so much, he’d be celebrating for the rest of his life anyway.

He checks his watch in the dark, as Dopheld pulls up to a side entrance down near the river, the ships still, the place empty except for the pounding of the rain. The rain was good, it meant no one would be there, no one who shouldn’t be there, anyway. He didn’t need any witnesses fucking this up.

He gets out of the car without a word, hangs back underneath the shelter of a large storage shipping container. Hadn’t you once told him that rich people were converting those into tiny houses or something? He didn’t know, but he felt like it would be terribly fucking uncomfortable for him, he nearly was as tall as the damn thing.

He checked his watch again, and when the clock read exactly a quarter-til, Hux stepped out of the shadows, an umbrella over his head. Kylo wasn’t surprised, Hux was in the same suit he had seen him in earlier, no doubt having just come from the funeral.

“When?” Hux asked by way of greeting, wanting his revenge, wanting it now.

“Ten minutes.” Kylo replied, and Hux nodded.

Hux looked so eerie, standing there under a lamp post, the rain beating down on him. Kylo wondered if he painted such a picture, if he were so intimidating. If you were there you would have told him, he knew Hux would never give him the satisfaction.

“What are you going to do?” Hux asked, genuinely curious, from across the dock.

“I’m going to shoot her.” Kylo shrugged, and Hux’s face pinched up in anger.

“That’s not fucking fair.” He scoffed, but Kylo rolled his eyes, wondered if Hux could see.

“It won’t kill her, it’s only going to slow things down.” He explained, and Hux took a step forward, as if he were about to whisper a secret to Kylo and not shout it across the dock through the rain.

“She’s the rat, isn’t she?” He asked.

Kylo didn’t want to dignify that with a response. It was bad enough having a rat in the family like Han had been, openly blatantly selling his family out to the highest bidder. But it was even worse to have two rats, the second one much more secretive, stealthy, conniving. To have it happen under a cloak under your nose, to have it go on for years and years and be totally unaware.

“Make it painful.” He said instead, and even from across the dock, Kylo could see the fury in his eyes.

“After what she did to William?” Hux shook his head, “She’ll be unrecognizable.”

And with that, both men retreated to the shadows once more, only having to wait a few more minutes before this plan could come to fruition.

 Rey showed up at exact eight-fifty-five, as you had instructed her to. And, stupidly, it looked like she didn’t bring any backup. But why would she, when she was just meeting with a furrier her mother had arranged? She stood with her umbrella near the edge of the dock, watching water slosh up against the concrete barrier, the river tide rising from the rain. Not enough to be dangerous, but enough to capture her attention long enough for Kylo to take in a deep breath.

Without wasting any more time, he stepped out from behind the big shipping crate, walked across the dock to stand underneath a streetlamp. She didn’t hear him for a moment, the sound of the rain too heavy around her. It was only the sound of the gun trigger being cocked that caught her attention – that sound was impossible to miss.

She turned around, and held her breath. She had to have known that this was coming, you had done a good enough job of telling her she was caught. Maybe she had anticipated you waiting longer? Maybe she had thought you would have controlled Kylo?

On either account, she was wrong.

“What are you doing here?” She asked anyway, as if she didn’t know.

“Picking up some furs.” Kylo replied.

He fired all ten rounds in the glock straight into her. The silencer he had attached to the end of the gun was almost pointless, as thunder cracked and lightning split across the sky.

If he were a more religious man, Kylo thought that maybe this tempest would be a sign of his wrongdoing. But he was not, and it read far more like a celebration of his actions than anything else.

Rey fell to the ground immediately, clutching at her wounds. There was so much blood, it poured absolutely fucking everywhere, but the rain washed it away, washed it down the dock and into the river. The poison on the bullets paralyzed her enough that she couldn’t scream, something which Kylo was grateful for. He didn’t need the police being alerted early, didn’t need them being told ahead of schedule what was going on.

Kylo walked across the way to where his snake of a sister writhed on the floor, and crouched down next to her.

“You should have been smarter than this.” He shook his head.

He took his token from the kill, as he always did, and wrapped it neatly in a handkerchief before he stood again and turned towards the shipping container where he knew Hux was waiting, watching.

“All yours.” He said to the man, gave him a nod in his direction.

He could see the cleavers that Hux held, could see how they shone polished steel in the night.

And without another word, he made his way back to the car where Dopheld was ready with a clean pair of clothes and a cigarette.

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He’s in a proper frenzy, by the time he made it to the precinct. The kill wasn’t one nearly as torturous as some of his others, not nearly as drawn out, as painful. But he was still flying high, his adrenaline pumping in his veins. He had done it, he had fucking done it. He was exhausted but exhilarated at the same time and he knew there would be a shitstorm ahead of him for it, he knew there would be consequences for it – but this one, this one thing, these fucking cops, wouldn’t be one of them.

He was in a clean suit when he barged into the station, and it wasn’t difficult for him to play the part of a concerned, angry husband. It wasn’t difficult for him to storm through the bullpen like he owned the place, wasn’t difficult for him to get foaming at the mouth furious at the thought that someone had ambushed you.

“Where the fuck is my wife?” He shouted, not giving a shit about anything, not caring about one bit.

The world needed to know that no one fucked with you, and though this was all staged, though this was all fake – that message was one thing he wanted absolutely crystal fucking clear.

“Mr. Ren! Please – sir you must – ” One of the cops he didn’t recognize tried to stop him, but Kylo shoved him away.

“(Y/N)? – You!” Kylo caught sight of one of the police officers, Poe, one of the ones he needed to keep occupied for a little while longer. Poe took stock of Kylo’s rage and decided that now was not the time to employ petty banter. “Where the fuck is she? What happened to her? Is she alright?”

With each step that he takes that isn’t closer to you, he begins to grow panicked for real, begins to worry for real. Poe just walked, walked and walked back through the station, leading Kylo to you, to where you were.

“She’s okay Kylo, where have you been? She’s been asking for you.” Poe sounded genuinely concerned, like he actually cared for once in his life.

That wasn’t fair, Kylo thought, many people cared about you. It was Kylo that Poe had a problem with, he never wanted you to know any harm.

“I was packing our bags, we’ve got tickets to fly to Paris tonight – take me to her?” Kylo lied.

It wasn’t entirely a lie, the bags were packed and the flight for Paris was in only a couple hours. Kylo wondered absentmindedly if there was blood underneath his fingernails.

Poe led him to an interrogation room where you were bundled up in blankets and given a mug of tea to keep warm, but the first sight of him, you abandon all of that and practically throw yourself into his arms. Finn was there with you, paperwork in front of him, no doubt going through the notions of filling out a police report.

When you and Kylo kissed, it was like the world slowed, like the orbit came to a halt, and nothing existed in time and space other than the way you shuddered against his lips, the way your arms wound around his shoulders.

“Honey, tell me everything, who did this to you?” Kylo asked, playing the part, keeping up the act.

You hiccupped and cried, cried and cried crocodile tears in front of the officers, in front of Finn and Poe who tried to avert their gaze to give you both some privacy as you made out.

“I think it was one of the Hux family, when they hit me their ring fell off, see?” You pointed to the ring that was wrapped up in an evidence bag on the table, asked for it. Finn gave it to you so you could hold it up to Kylo, so Kylo could see the ring that he had given you only the evening before, and you asked, “That’s their crest isn’t it?”

He pretends to not know for a moment or two, before groaning, before giving the ring back to Finn.

“It is, fuck (Y/N), you could have been killed.” He held your face between his hands, eyes searching yours.

He found nothing but perfect clarity there, and he tried to express nothing but the same.

If you could just get out of here, if you could just get on your private jet and fly off to Paris, then you would have won this game of cat and mouse, a game years in the playing.

“Can we go home?” You asked so sweetly, so softly, so sadly, that Kylo wanted nothing more than to whisk you away, especially as you gestured to the clothes which were now wrinkled in odd places from the drying rain. “I want to shower I feel disgusting.”

“Not yet, I’m sorry, we need to ask a few more questions.” Finn shook his head sympathetically, and you groaned.

“Can’t we answer them in the morning?” You asked, but this time Kylo shook his head.

“No honey, better do it now. We won’t be here in the morning.” He agreed with Finn, making you frown.

“What do you mean?” You asked, worried for a moment – worried that something had gone wrong, worried that the plan hadn’t worked.

But it had, and the look on your face, the pure shock, the real surprise of the evening when he pulled out the brochure and plane tickets for Paris, was the icing on the cake.

“Happy anniversary.” He said, kissing you, kissing you so softly that again Poe and Finn had to look away.

“Kylo! Shit, this flight is soon, darling you should have told me I would have packed – ” You were honestly so excited, nearly dropping the act, nearly forgetting yourself in front of the officers with the way you perked up.

“That’s what I was doing, I’m sorry I didn’t hear my phone.” Kylo said, which was a lie, but not really. The phone had been turned off so tracking wasn’t an issue, he still hadn’t turned it back on.

Just then, a random police officer stuck their head in the interrogation room, with a look of panic on her face.

“Officers Dameron, we need you right away.” She regarded Finn and Poe with a great deal of concern, and against their better judgement, they looked at one another and then back at you.

“Okay, you can go. Enjoy your flight and please, stay safe.” Finn said, placing a hand on your shoulder, collecting up the the paperwork and the ring that would lead them straight to Hux.

“Thank you Finn.” You said with watery eyes, grateful for his kindness.

And also maybe his naivety.

Kylo draped his coat over your shoulders to shield you from view, to shield you from the rain as he led you through the precinct. He wanted to tell you everything, wanted to show you, wanted to fuck you. He never felt this good after a killing, never felt this on fire after a murder.

But he waited, waited and waited and waited until Dopheld had the car door safely closed behind the two of you and you were barreling down the streets of Manhattan to the executive airport, where your private jet would whisk you away, and the troubles of life would be far behind – at least for a little while.

“Did you have fun?” You asked, eager, dropping all pretense of a damsel in distress, wiping your eyes with the back on your hand and letting a big grin split across your face.

“Let’s get you to Paris.” Kylo nodded, before he surged forward to kiss you.

As they drove down the rainy, ice covered streets, an entire team of police were heading the opposite direction, down towards the river, towards the docks.

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It wasn’t until many many many hours later, when the connecting flights had been made on your private jets which had been prepared for a long sleep, when you had checked into the penthouse apartment in Paris, when you had fucked like rabbits and showered, changed into clean pajamas and crawled back into bed right when the sun was rising, did you bring it up.

The world around you bustled, people waking up and starting their day just as Kylo was content to sleep through it, jetlagged like he’d never been jetlagged before. It had been a long day, one of the longest days he’d had in a long fucking time. Hell, it’d been one of the longest weeks he’d ever had, he was sure.

But you smiled at him, you tucked yourself against his chest and smiled at him, and it was like the fatigue of it all felt a million miles away.

“How does it feel to win?” You asked, with the sunshine of the morning in Paris coming through the soft gauzy white curtains, making the entire room glow ethereal.

“Incredible.” He breathed out, because it did, it really really did.

“It’s the beginning of a new age for us, for all of us. You did that, you gave that to us.” You rolled him over, rolled the two of you onto your sides.

A beam of sunlight illuminated your face, and Kylo, the ever dutiful and loving husband he always had wanted to be, shifted so that his head would provide some shade for you. You grinned, grasped his hand and kissed his wedding ring, the only ring he wore.

“My entire life, all I’ve ever wanted…was to love you and make you proud.” Kylo whispered, an admission that he wasn’t one to make very often.

You sighed dreamily, nothing but pure love in your gaze as the soft sounds of bustling tourist traffic sounded outside the window on the streets below, people milling about the Eiffel Tower which you could see from your bed in the penthouse.

“There isn’t a day that goes by where I’m not proud of you, Kylo.” You tell him truthfully, made Kylo’s heart beat that much quicker as you pulled him down for a kiss, kissed him again and again, over and over, “My handsome, strong, capable, intelligent, wonderful, Kylo Ren.”

You looked at the token on the night stand, the little round thing in a glass jar. Kylo followed your gaze, and felt the rush of victory surge through him all over again. He was too exhausted to be able to do anything other than kiss you, too tired to really have the celebration he wanted.

So instead, he kissed you, held your face in his hands and smothered you with his love.

“They say an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” Kylo chuckled against your lips, a terrible pun at the expense of his sister. The attempt at humor made you beam, made you practically fucking fly over the moon, to hear him laugh.

“Yes,” You agreed, because they did say that. And it might have been true, it might have been, “But only if each eye is yours.” You winked.

 When the week was over, Kylo would bring you home. He’d bring you home and you’d face the storm of whatever was to come. But in that moment, with the sun shining and the birds chirping, with his dead traitor of a sister’s unblinking gaze put away in a drawer in a nightstand in Paris, Kylo found that he didn’t even need to check his watch.

Instead, he simply let himself be wrapped up in you, his best friend, his lover, his wife.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

noah fence but the headcanon that din and luke are both REALLY into getting their asses kicked by the other is SO funny and SO good

60 notes • Posted 2021-11-01 23:07:59 GMT

#4

i stopped mid episode to make this

60 notes • Posted 2021-07-21 00:04:57 GMT

#3

the dinluke fic community is definitely in that stage where every single fic created is just. a masterpiece and it will make you ache. 

72 notes • Posted 2021-09-28 01:27:09 GMT

#2

im not even that in to dinluke in terms of the show but like? the fics people write and the fics i’ve written for it it’s just like. damn these two warriors and some of the last people of their races who both hold their religion in high esteem,,, both have faced some really really bad shit like,,,

72 notes • Posted 2021-07-17 13:33:29 GMT

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Finnpoe Rec List!

There’s some really fantastic Finnpoe fics out there and I’ve been setting aside fics from my bookmarks for this for a while! These are just some of my faves, so enjoy!! 

Canon/Canon Adjacent (not AUs outside general Star Wars universe) 

“how to become the spark” by sassy_ninja (G - 49.7k

Poe Dameron, commander of the Resistance fleet, best pilot in the galaxy, hotshot trigger-happy flyboy, he's all of these things plus a little bit more. This is the story Poe Dameron, shy farmboy, doting son, idiot gay, soldier who tries his best not to be broken by the war roaring around him and most of all just a human in a galaxy which doesn't care about things like love, friendship and fear. This is how he breaks and how he begins to heal again and how he starts to learn what it means to be alive. Or Poe Dameron's life from his childhood to the end of the war.

“bathed in blue light” by delgay (M - 17.4k)

When Finn turns to his right, Poe stands beside him, looking up at Finn and giving him what might be a smirk if he weren’t too busy smiling. It’s that same smile that’s made home on his face ever since Finn said, “I’d like to see Yavin IV. If I’d be welcome.” Poe had blinked fast, but the smile came slow. “Buddy,” he’d replied, “I’m offended that you even had to ask.”

A year after the Battle of Exegol, Finn and Poe visit Yavin IV. While there, Finn struggles with the Force and his complicated relationship with Poe.

“we slept with our backs against the weather” by bogpersons (T - 8.4k)

Poe’s breaths come in stops and starts, and wheezes on the inhale and exhale. He sounds like a dying man. Finn lifts Poe’s hand to his lips, presses it there, squeezes his eye shut. Something harsh and painful swells in his chest, finds a place under his heart and pushes and pushes and pushes until Finn can barely breathe with it. You are a Human Person. Finn and Poe crash on a jungle planet. Finn struggles with himself.

“We Stan A Healthy Family Dynamic (The Kes Verse)” by AphroditesTummyRolls SERIES (Not rated, 161.7k)

Get in losers, we're giving the Star Wars Sequel cast the story they deserved-- Particularly Poe and Finn.

[Set after the events of TFA, rewrites of TLJ and neat little bits in-between. Poe deals with the aftermath Kylo Ren’s interrogation, dealing with regret and trauma, with the help of his friends and dad through a rewrite of TLJ.]

“your love will be safe with me” by incalyscent (T - 8.6k)

when finn stripped away the violence from himself, what did he have left? it was love; love; love.

“i’m yours (and suddenly you’re mine) by spacepilotprince (E - 4.3k)

Finn snorts against Poe's stomach, and it forces a ticklish laugh out of him. “Laying it on a little thick tonight, aren't you?” Finn asks as he looks up at Poe, and finds that grin he heard in his voice.

“Not the only thing that's thick,” Poe says with a smirk, glancing down between them towards Finn's cock.

“Oh, shut up,” Finn laughs, surging up to kiss him, muffling Poe's laughter. Poe runs his hands over Finn's shoulders and tips his head aside, sending Finn's mouth down his jaw and neck.

“Contact” by earthmylikeness (M - 9.9k)

Because what could Finn do but live through it? Live in the remains of his own shipwrecked mind, his badly-crossed wires. Imagine Poe’s perpetually bitten mouth on him - his wide, calloused hands on his bare chest, pulling him down and down whenever he so much as closes his eyes. 

Finn has a delayed reaction to surviving the crash.

“Best Laid Efforts” by cosmicocean (T - 3.7k) @cosmicoceanfic

In which Jessika and Temmin do their best, aren't even subtle about it, and Poe and Finn are still morons.

“Ad Pacem” by SteveTrevorsStarship (T - 1.5k) 

Finn knows war and rebellion so far. He doesn’t know peace. (Yet.)

“First Comes the Night” by coffeeinallcaps (E - 20.1k)

He doesn’t get nightmares. He doesn’t dream about the mask, the cries of the villagers, waking up in the desert with a blinding headache and his mouth filled with blood and the man who’d saved him gone, most likely dead. Instead, he just can’t sleep.

“have you heard” by peradi (Not rated, 42.1k)

"I heard FN-2187 was a Stormtrooper." 

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Chasing Butterflies: Earth Kills

Hello all! Here’s the third chapter of Chasing Butterflies. I hope you all like it and as always constructive criticism is appreciated. Make sure to let me know if you want to be added to any of my taglists!

Season 1; Episode 3: Earth Kills Pairings: OC x OC best friends, no love interests chosen yet Warnings: Mention of death Word Count: 2,214

Season 1 Masterlist

Elara and Clarke sat together working on Jasper, "His pulse is three eighty." Elara states.

Jasper's pained moans can be heard throughout the camp. "Quiet!" "Go back to sleep!" Delinquents yells at Jasper. 

"Don't listen to them. You're going to make it through this, okay? Promise." Clarke whispers to the boy.

"Can he just die already!" Someone yells up.

Nova abruptly stands up, "That's it! I'm going to kick all of their asses!"

"Nova no!" Elara exclaims. Nova turns around, fire in her eyes, "Please. Just get some clean water for us okay?"

Nova bites her lip but nods. She grabs the bowl from Elara's hands then turns to leave the dropship. 

Nova steps out of the dropship and takes a deep breath. She pauses when she hears a girl yelling, "No! No! No!"

She looks around and starts walking towards the noise. She lightly kicks the girl with her shoe, "Hey, wake up." When she doesn't Nova sighs and reaches down, "It's just a dream, wake up."

Finally the young girl's eyes snap open, "Nightmare? Wanna talk about it?"

The young girl looks at Nova with wide eyes but doesn't say anything. Nova sighs once more, "I'm Nova. What's your name?" She tries again.

"I- I know who you are. Everyone does." A small smile twitches onto Nova's face, the girl continues, embarrassed about what she just said, "I'm Charlotte."

"Well Charlotte, it was just a nightmare. They can't hurt you."

"It's my parents. They were floated and they... and I see it in my dreams and I just..."

"I understand. It's not an easy thing to go through. So how did you end up here?"

"Well... we were taking my parents' things to the redistribution center and... I kinda lost it. They said I assaulted a guard."

"Can't say I blame you. I've assaulted a guard before too. They usually deserve it." 

A brief moment of silence surrounds the two delinquents, "Do you have nightmares?" Charlotte hesitantly asks Nova.

Nova looks back at the girl, she bites her lips but decides to answer honestly, "Yeah. Almost every night."

"What do you do to stop them?"

"Honestly, I haven't figured out how yet. But when I do I'll be sure to let you know."

Charlotte smiles up at the older girl then lays back down trying to get to sleep.

 *_*_*_*_*_*_*

 The next morning, after some rest, Clarke and Elara are back with Jasper trying anything to help him. "The Grounders cauterized the wound. Saved his life." Clarke says.

"Saved his life so they could string him up for live bait. Garden of Eden this ain't." Finn replies.

"This is infected. He could be septic." Elara speaks, looking at the wound.

"Any progress on using the wristbands to contact the Ark? Monty?" Clarke asks.

"That would be a firm no." He replies, eyes still focused on the wristband in his hand.

"My mother would know what to do." Clarke mumbles. She pauses then looks at the others around Jasper, "Alright, hold him down."

Clarke starts to cut off the infected area as Finn, Wells, and Elara try to hold Jasper steady. He starts screaming causing all of the delinquents outside to look up at the drop ship. "Hold him still!" Clarke yells.

Octavia rushes in, Bellamy right behind her. "Stop it! You're killing him!" Octavia exclaims.

Elara immediately reaches out to stop Octavia from getting in the way, "She's trying to save him!"

"She can't." Bellamy states.

"We didn't drag him through miles of woods for him to die." Elara snaps, glaring at the older boy.

"Kid's a goner. If you can't see that, you're deluded. He's making people crazy."

"Sorry if Jasper's an inconvenience to you, but this isn't the Ark. Down here, every life matters." Clarke replies.

Bellamy shakes his head and starts going back down stairs, "Octavia, let's go."

"I'm staying here." She replies, eyes still trained on Jasper.

"Power-hungry, self-serving jackass. He doesn't care about anyone but himself." Monty grumbles once Bellamy is out of the room. He then looks at Octavia and continues, "No offense."

"Yeah, Bellamy is all that. But he also happens to be right." Finn replies.

Clarke starts playing with the red plant that the Grounders used as a poultice, "This stuff has to have had antibiotic properties."

"If we can find it and make it into a tea it would probably be more effective." Elara says, also looking at the substance.

Wells speaks up, "Let me see." Elara hands him some of the substance and watches as he looks at it. "It's seaweed."

"That means that there must be a water source nearby." Clarke says.

"It would have to be a slow current, lots of rocks. The water would probably be more red than green."

"I know just the place." Finn states.

Clarke stands up, "Great, let's go."

Finn and Clarke start to leave but Wells stops them, "Hey. I know what this stuff looks like. Do you?"

Elara quickly speaks before the three leave, "Be fast. I'll try and keep him stable."

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Nova has been trekking through the woods alone all morning. Not only was she looking for food but she was also trying to find Trina and Pascal. The two delinquents have been missing for a while now and are either lost somewhere in the woods or dead.

Nova pauses, listening to the woods around her. It is eerily silent, more silent than it should be. In the distance she can just make out the sound of a foghorn.

She looks down and notices hundreds of insects all running in one direction. When she looks back up she sees a mustard colored fog moving towards her. She instantly turns around and starts running. She remembers that she passed caves not too long ago and makes her way in that general direction. 

She prays to any God that will listen that she makes it on time. Not too long after she started running she could see the caves in the distance. She starts hearing someone yell, "Bellamy!"

The fog is now catching up to her, it touches her hand and she hisses in pain. She turns to enter the cave, nearly crashing into Bellamy. "Nova?" He questions, not waiting for an answer he moves around her to get out of the cave and help the delinquent that keeps calling his name.

"You'll die if you go out there." Nova says as she places a hand on his chest.

He steps away from the cave entrance and moves to the back, Nova following. For the first time since she entered the cave she realizes that the two weren't alone. "Charlotte? What the hell are you doing outside of the camp?"

Still slightly afraid of the girl, Charlotte is unsure how to answer, "She was with me." Bellamy answered.

Nova raises an eyebrow but doesn't question the older male.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 As night falls Bellamy, Nova, and Charlotte sit in the cave waiting for the fog to pass. Charlotte falls asleep, laying near the back wall of the cave. Bellamy and Nova sit on opposite walls. The two close their eyes, though neither sleep. 

"No!" Bellamy and Nova snap their eyes open at Charlotte's panicked scream.

Bellamy quickly shakes the young girl awake. Once she's up she instantly apologizes, looking at the two others in embarrassment.

"Does it happen often?" Bellamy asks Charlotte softly. Nova narrows her eyes at the boy, not used to him being so gentle.

Charlotte sighs and nods. Bellamy continues, "What are you scared of? You know what? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it."

"But... I'm asleep." The young girl answers, confusion laced in her voice.

"Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you're awake, they won't be there to get you when you sleep." Nova scoffs at his words, shaking her head.

Bellamy quickly glares and continues, distracting Charlotte from Nova, "You can't afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death. Let me see that knife I gave you."

Charlotte reaches into her pocket and pulls out the knife, handing it to Bellamy. He grips it tightly in his hand, "Now, when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you say, 'Screw you. I'm not afraid.'"

Bellamy hands Charlotte back the knife. The two older delinquents watch as she tightly grips it in her tiny hand, "Screw you, I'm not afraid." She quietly repeats.

Bellamy gives her a look that clearly says, 'you can do better than that'. "Screw you. I'm not afraid." She says once more, this time more firmly and louder. 

Bellamy smiles and lightly pats Charlotte on the arm, "Slay your demons, kid. Then you'll be able to sleep."

The two older delinquents watch as the young girl turns towards the wall and clutches the knife to her chest. After a few minutes soft snores start to leave her lips. 

The minute Bellamy realized that Charlotte was asleep once more he spoke to Nova, "What the hell is your problem?" He harshly whispered.

"What?" Nova glares at the boy.

"When I was trying to comfort Charlotte. Why'd you scoff?"

Nova hesitates, she looks down as she answers. Her voice coming out in a shaky whisper, "Because fighting your demons while you're awake does shit for when you're sleeping." She pauses then continues, even quieter than before. So quiet that Bellamy has to lean forward to hear her clearly, "I killed my demon and he still haunts my dreams."

A brief moment of silence hangs in the air, "That's why you got locked up? No one ever knew."

Nova nods, a distant look in her eyes. She turns her body away from the boy, effectively ending the conversation, unaware of Bellamy's lingering gaze.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Elara and Octavia stayed by Jasper's side as Clarke, Finn, and Wells were out getting the seaweed. Night had fallen and the two lower floors of the drop ship were crowded with the delinquents taking shelter from the acid fog. 

Monty rushes up to the top floor, slamming the door shut. "Murphy's going to kill Jasper!" He exclaims. "The locks on the other side."

Elara rushes over to sit on the door with Monty as Octavia quickly searches the room for something to keep the door shut. "I'm gonna kill him, okay? Let me in, Monty!" Murphy yells from the other side of the door.

"No rush. We're fine here." Monty says, as Murphy continuously bangs on the door. 

Finally the pipe that Octavia was trying to get loose breaks off, "I got it! Move!"

"The three of you better open this hatch right now!" Murphy calls again. The three delinquents in the room with Jasper let out a sigh of relief when the pipe is firmly in place.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 The next morning Bellamy, Nova, and Charlotte walk out of the cave to meet back up with the hunting party. "Anyone out here? Jones?"

Nova opens her mouth to scold him for calling attention to them when Grounders could be out there but stops as she hears Jones call back, "We're here!"

Once everyone is together, Jones and the others throw questioning glances at Nova but don't say anything. "Where'd you go? I lost you in the fog." Bellamy asks the group.

"We made it to a cave down there." Jones replies, gesturing in the general direction that they were.

We all hear a low moan, breaking the silence that followed Jones' words. "What was that?" Nova asks, head turning in the direction that the sound came from.

She pulls out an arrow, readying her bow, as she starts moving in the direction of the noise. 

Bellamy and the group silently follow, also keeping their hands on their weapons. Then a scream is heard, Charlotte's scream.

No longer moving slow, the group rushed to where the scream came from. Finally seeing Atom laying in the middle of the woods. He never made it to a cave and the acid fog burned him.

"Kill... me. Kill me." He whispers out. Bellamy kneels next to his head. Charlotte reaches into her pocket pulling out the knife to hand to Bellamy. 

"Don't be afraid." She says as Bellamy grabs the knife.

"Go back to camp. You too Charlotte." He says to the group. Everyone hurries to leave except for Nova.

Instead Nova kneels on Atom's other side. She sees movement in the corner of her eye and snaps her head up. Clarke runs into the clearing, "I heard screams."

"Charlotte found him. I sent her back to camp." Bellamy answers. 

Atom keeps whispering "Kill me."

Clarke looks him over then says, "Okay. I'm going to help you." She sits at Atom's head and gently runs her fingers through his hair and starts humming a song.

She goes to reach for the knife in Bellamy's hand seeing that he's struggling with killing the injured boy. She gets beat by Nova grabbing the knife though. Clarke looks at Nova in shock, "You've never killed before. Let me." Nova simply states.

She grips the knife then slowly stabs Atom in the neck, killing him.

[johnshelbysbabygirll]

The princess of the family - SHELBY SISTER

Request: @mrswinchester29

Words: 1640

hello loviees

this is my first Shelby Sister fic and i’m sorry if is anything wrong with it, but i will improve!! and the one who requested it, i hope it is what you wanted and i’m sorry for changing it a little bit, i hope that’s fine. also thank you sm for your request

love you all xx

It's not that late, but as soon as it get dark outside, the streets are empty and at this hour you don't really see women outside on their own. The exception is [Y/N] Shelby; the stubborn little sister of the Peaky Blinders. Of course you know about your family business and that they have a lot of enemies, but you just don't care.  You don't want to be hold back by this; like a beautiful bird in a cage. You want to live.

And despite Tommy's orders, you were alone at shopping all day without anyone knowing about it. You knew that your family, mostly your brothers, will be very mad once you get home and that's why you took your time.

You have bags in both of your hands and you walk down the street, thinking about the dresses you bought and the pairs of earrings you bought for Ada and Polly and for your sisters-in-law. But your happy thoughts are interrupted by some loud noises right behind your back. Turning your head over your shoulders, you can see two massive figure walking in your directions just as fast as you and this make you skeptical, but you keep on walking, trying to ignore them as much as you can. Polly's house is right after the corner. Maybe they are not following you. Maybe it is just in your head, you thought.

But when your turn to the left, a hand grab you by the back of your coat and push you roughly into the wall. You let out a whimper because of the pain you feel in your head and you look right into a man's full of rage eyes. They look older, but you can't really see their faces because of the low lights.

"I hoped to find one of their whores called wives, but find the princess by her own? That's so much more than I hoped."

They both laugh and you try to break free by hitting them, but you have no chance alone. Not when two stronger men are holding you still, your bags at the ground in the mud.

"What the fuck do you want?" You growl at them, getting angry by the way they are just smirking at you.

"Oh, I heard about your big mouth..."

He grabs you with his thumb and pointing finger, holding you tight by your chin and making you shut your eyes for a moment, but you don't wanna show any fear. So you look right into their eyes with a dead expression.

"About the shit you always talk and you never got troubles for it because of your brothers."

"Until now." The other one speaks and your whole body start shaking when a hand touch your leg underneath your dress.

"Let me fuckin go now. My brothers will kill you!" You hate to use their names, but you start to get scared; the look on their faces makes them look insane and you can feel how much they want to hurt you, to destroy you. He grab your ankle so tight that you almost scream, your leg around his waist now and you try to hit him again as they touch your thighs with their dirty hands.

The other one grabs your chin, turning your face to him to kiss your lips. You yell in pure terror and you do the first thing that come into your mind: you spit him right into the face. The next thing you know is a slap you receive on your cheek and then another one and another until you can't feel your face anymore. You don't even realize that you are crying and screaming for help, forgetting about the issues you have with your overprotective family and begging to God that someone will help you now.

They rip your dress over your chest, placing disgusting kisses all over your bare skin and you scream again, but your voice it's covered now by gunshots.

"Let my sister down before I bloody shoot you right between your eyes." Ada says sternly and you cry at the sight of her. You love your sister so much, but you never were so happy to see her like you are in this moment.

She shoot again and they drop you at the ground; bullets in their legs as they quickly run away from you. You remain there with your hands at your mouth, crying and not really believing that this really happened. Ada was over to you in a second, letting you cry at her warm chest while she caresses your hair.

"It's fine, love. I'm here now. We're here with you. Can you walk?"

You didn't understand why she said "we", but then you see Finn running to you with terror all over his face.

"[Y/N] they...?"

"No." Ada answer it for you and you just start crying harder as Finn breathe out in relief. That thought was killing him.

He took you into his arms, you wishing you could just hide yourself completely at his chest. But you can't. You feel his every breathe and heart beat as he walks, almost run in fact, over to Polly's house while Ada tell someone to informs your brothers that you are here now, that they found you at the right time. Everyone was looking for you and now you are glad they did.

"Oh God." You hear Polly's voice as Finn enter the house and he and Michael gentle lay you onto the sofa. "My baby girl." She have tears in her eyes as she wraps her arms around you and you are finally home.

"Who did this to her?" Grace whisper, talking to them while she places some blankets on your shoulders. You were shaking.

"I don't know, but they will be fucking dead by-..."

"Finn, shut your mouth! She don't need this right now." Esme lowered in front you and after giving Finn a glare, she softly speaks to you. "[Y/N], can I look at your wounds? We have to clean them..."

Polly caresses your hair and back all this time, whispering softly words into your ears just like a mother she is for all of you. You nod your head and you take a deep breath; you were suffocating at her chest because of all the tears and you didn't even realized it. But you wanted to stop with all the crying now.

Finn walk out of the room, waiting outside for his brothers, not wanting to look anymore at your sore and bruised face. You wrap up the blanket around you as you stand up a little and you let Esme to clean your face, as Grace and Ada were doing the same with your hands, while talking with you. Polly holds you tight in her arms and Linda run into the kitchen to prepare a tea for you.

"Where's is she?"

"How's she?"

"I'm gonna fuckin hang the ones who did this."

After a few more minutes, your crying stopped and you slowly calmed yourself down, but then your brothers came and you all heard their voices from outside the house. You were almost sleeping in Polly's arms with the girls next to you; no one was talking, but it helped you to know that they are here.

Ada remain with you as everyone walk out; Polly's quickly shushed her nephews who are beyond angry, furious and wanting to kill every person that did this to their little princess.

"You can be Peaky Blinders later when she's not crying her eyes out. She needs you now." Polly  says while looking at them.

"She needs all of us." Linda says and everyone agrees with her as they slowly walk back into the living room.

John close his eyes and sigh at the sight of his little sister, bruised and with bloodshot eyes; the same eyes all of you have and the eyes he hates to see in this way. Tommy feel like his stone heart is melting when he take a sit next to you, Arthur raising you into his lap while John is in your left with Finn. Everyone else is also there on the chairs, letting you all having a moment. Surrounded by the ones you love and love you, you smile a little, trying to forget that hell you've been through.

"You understand now why we are so protective with you." Tommy softly says and grabs your hand in his, kissing it after. Grace shouts him a glare, not wanting this to become a fight and make you feel worse, but you nod and whisper, talking for the first time since Ada and Finn found you with a raspy voice you don't usually have.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry I was such a pain in your asses."

"And ya still are." John is smirking at you and you let your head on his shoulder.

"But we don't mind." Arthur softly kiss your cheek and you close your eyes, feeling how thankful you really are for having them in your life.

"And I hope you know we gonna cut to death the bastards that did that to our princess." Tommy says and you smile again, but he was serious, no joking in his voice nor his face. John, Arthur and Finn nod immediately.

"That did what to me?"

You're raise your eyebrows, trying to joke and everyone let out a chuckle. Your body is in pain, but you can't say anything or even think about that when your whole family is here with you now.

"I love you so much. All of you."

Later that night, you are peacefully sleeping on the couch with Tommy, Arthur and John by your side and no one dares to wake you up. Polly places some blankets over you and walk the stairs up to her bedroom, still watching you with a smile on her lips, knowing that your mother will be so happy and proud to see you now.

[merakiaes]

His Reason - Arthur Shelby

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader

Requested: By @arthurobsessed​

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: This is just a little narrative story, no dialogue. It’s a bit short and messy, and not proofread so sorry in advance for any mistakes xD

Wordcount: 1966

Summary: A bit of fluff for a younger Arthur.  

The first time you met Arthur, it wasn’t love at first sight.

Your love for him formed gradually. His personality, his voice, his hair, his eyes, his humor, the way he looked away and blushed whenever you would catch him staring; gradually it all came clear to you that he was exactly what you were looking for.

But Arthur, oh, he was doomed from the second Tommy brought you home the first time. You had a good sense of humor, a dirty mind, and a beautiful heart; a deadly combination that had him falling on the spot.

You were the same age as Tommy and you had been in the same class in school ever since the start. You didn’t have an easy time making friends as a child as you were too outspoken and hyperactive for most girls your age to be able to handle, so you just ended up tagging along with Tommy and Freddie through your years in school.

With his drunk and irresponsible dad, Tommy had never dared to take you home or introduce him to any of his family members. Usually, when the three of you spent time together after school, you would be at yours or Freddie’s house.

John was the only one other than Tommy himself that had met you out of the entire Shelby clan, as he had been in a few years under you in school and you had met him briefly a few times when coming out after class alongside his brother.

But the others, you had never met. Not until their dad ran out of them in 1908, when Tommy finally got to take you home and introduce you to his family.

You had been eighteen at the time, and Arthur twenty-one. Finn had just been born and their mother had died in childbirth, having their dad running out on them like the lowlife he was.

Arthur had been in another room when you first arrived that Thursday afternoon, so Polly, John and Ada got to meet you first.

When the time came around when he finally joined you in the kitchen, you were all sitting around the dinner table waiting for him, and he only had to take one look into your eyes to know that you were the one he wanted to spend his entire life with.

Gradually, you started spending more time with the oldest of the Shelby children. Everyone told you to stay away, but it was hard to resist a bad boy who was a good man, and you fell for him quicker than you would have liked to admit.

He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn’t care because no one taught him to.

But when it came to you, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn’t bear the thought of you being hurt by him, or by anyone else. He would kill to protect you, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all your perfection.

But your relationship hadn’t started so gracefully as you might have thought. Quite the opposite really.

Despite being reckless and violent, yelling and fight everyone who even looked at him the wrong way, Arthur was a whole flustered mess around you, despite being twenty-one years of age.

The second you came around, he would get quiet and blush. You really had him on a leash tighter than a nun’s mossy cleft on Easter Sunday.

His heart was a beating split personality. One side was a warrior, constantly kicking ass and swallowing the names that dared to venture there, while the other side was a child; stumbling, stuttering, awkward and unsure of everything he had ever loved.

And you, you were just the opposite of him.

While he was a mess of a bloody nose, bruised knuckles, fighting, yelling, cursing and doing practically everything he wasn’t supposed to be doing, you were like a flower in comparison to him.

Unlike other girls, you never wore dresses. Instead, you matched pretty, colorful blouses with flowery patterns with your older brothers’ way too big cargo pants and dirty boots. Quite the combo.

You wrote poems and short love stories, always carrying around a notebook filled with neat, cursive writings and pressed flowers in between the pages.

You loved to read and sit in silence, were so fascinated with the stars that you could go on for hours upon hours about them, and while Arthur smelled of rusty blood, cigarettes and dirt, you smelled of fresh pears; exactly like the ones his mother would grow in their country side house when he was a little boy.

You reminded him of her, of home in general, and your presence made him feel confident in himself and feel like he was actually worth a life. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to be anything but flustered around you.

The first time he tried asking you out, you actually had to shut his rambling up by kissing him, taking him by so much surprise he stumbled and fell on a stone, resulting in both of you tumbling to the ground.

He had never been a lady’s man, so while that hadn’t been your first kiss, it had been his. You were his first everything. First kiss, first time, first love.

From that day forward, he followed you around wherever you went and did everything in his power to make you happy.

He always held your hand in public, but while you were really confident and at ease, he was awkward. He brought you flowers to put in your notebook, tried his best to write you romantic notes every once in a while – and failing miserably - and would just sit and watch you while you wrote, listening to the scratching of your pen against the paper.

He followed you around the point where you, sometimes, would have to hide from him in order to get things done. But most of the times, you didn’t mind the attention, because quite frankly, you were just as annoying to him.

During the winters, you would be an ass and put your cold hands down his neck, always making him let out a string of curse words. During your first Christmas together, you knitted him a Christmas sweater that was absolutely awful, but he still wore it, getting laughed at by both you and his family the entire day.

The first time you got intimate was the night after Christmas, in front of the fire place when Polly had taken the others out for the market.

Arthur made it more awkward than it had to be, fumbling with everything and just being generally embarrassed through the entire thing while you tried your best to make him stop worrying.

Afterwards, he had proceeded to tell you that he wanted to marry you, have children with you, and take care of you until you were old and gray.

Keeping in mind that this had only been two and a half months into your romantic relationship, he had panicked immediately and feared that he would scare you off by moving to fast. He really had no idea how to act around you, despite the two of you now being an official couple.

But rather than getting up and leaving him right then and there like he fretted, you had just shut his rambling up with a laugh and a kiss just like you had done the first time he had tried asking you out.

You stayed with each other for six whole years and grew more and more as a couple for every passing day. Eventually, you were pretty much inseparable.

Tommy, having been the first one to know you, loved you to bits and pieces. You were still very close, despite you having gotten together with his brother. But the others loved you as well.

You would help Polly with errands and around the house whenever she was busy with Finn and would help with Finn too whenever she had an errand that could only be run by herself and Arthur was too busy working to help out.

Ada looked up to you like you were her own sister, and so did John, the second youngest of the Shelbys growing fiercely protective over you the older he got.

Arthur never stopped bragging about you to everyone, despite most of the people in his inner circle already knowing you. Every time he would talk about you he would have the hugest, proudest smile on his lips and he wouldn’t be able to wipe it off.

But while he kept this quality, he eventually grew out of the awkward young man he had been when he first met you, getting more confident and bolder when he realized you wouldn’t be leaving him anytime soon.

He didn’t understand why you stayed, though. He never did.

You saw what a mess he could be, how moody he could get and how hard he could be to handle, but you still wanted him, for whatever reason.

He only saw himself for his faults, still scarred from his father being able to walk out on him without as much of a goodbye. But to you, he was so much more.

He might have had a temper but he was a good man. He was by no means perfect, but he was hardworking and would go above and beyond to make you happy.

He was imperfect but working towards being a better man every day for your sake, protecting you in any way he could from right beside you until the war struck and he had to go protect you from France alongside Tommy and John, the latter just having turned nineteen.

And he just had the worst imaginable timing, managing to knock you up right before he left, leaving you to raise your first-born daughter with only Polly by your side.

You exchanged letters with him all through the four years he was away, updating him on your daughter’s growth and the business, and making sure that he kept safe and that he knew how much you missed him.

You also exchanged letters with Tommy and John, the two of them telling you on more occasions than you could count that Arthur would worry about you moving on from him in his absence to the point where he would actually throw up.

But his worries never came true, as you had been at the train station right beside the rest of his family at their return, cradling your now four year old daughter in your arms and welcoming him home with a big kiss and happy tears running down your face.

The issues he had previously had with his temper thanks to his father were now even worse, four years of only seeing death and being stuck down in the tunnels having taken a big toll on his mind.

But still, no matter how much he worried that you would leave him, you never did. You just held him when he needed you and assured him that you would always stay by his side.

After the war, he carried more anger and pain than a thousand armies could ever bear. He had been betrayed, deceived and hurt.

At only thirty-one years old, he had already crossed hell and the only time anyone ever saw peace in his eyes after the horrors he had borne witness to, was when he looked at you.

You may not have been out there with him and saved him in physical form from the bullets or hand grenades but still, you were the reason he was still alive.

At the end of the day, you were his reason for everything.

[adamdriverwrites]

Carpe Noctem || Part 2

Plot summary: Mob boss’s daughter & bodyguard au ft. Kylo Ren. Based off this plot bunny (x)

Warnings: swearing, mention of death, mention of drugs and addiction.

Word count: 4580

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Reader

A/N: Here is part 2! Lemme know what you guys think! I’m also thinking about making a character page with everyone on it and maybe some pictures of what i kind of expected the house and car to look like and stuff?

Taglist: @helloimindelaware, @dandydragonz, @musicalcoffeebean, @hazydespair, @driverficarchive. Let me know if you want to be added!

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Most nights lately, sleep had been restless if it was to be had at all. The last week was spent thinking mostly about Mallory, but regardless you found yourself waking up from a full nights rest. The last thing you had expected being back home. The California king bed was massive, with soft feather down comforters and pillows creating the fantasy you were sleeping on a cloud. The split second before your conscious thought's took the wheel, you woke up feeling almost… content. A visceral and unfamiliar feeling, and then you remembered the chain of events that had led up until this point, and reality crashed to the forefront of your mind.

A heavy sigh escaping your lips, you pulled yourself together and exit the bed. Getting ready for Mallory's funeral was easier than you thought. Most of your clothes were black, and you had only brought one dress with you appropriate enough for a funeral. You didn’t feel like wearing it, you only brought it along with you because it was instinct when Mallory was around. Forcing you into dresses and heels. The concept of wearing one hurt too much today. So you decided to wear something a little more casual. Dark high-waisted jeans, a black silk shirt and you topped it off with your leather jacket. After applying some simple makeup, you mustered the courage to leave your room.

Last night was spent outlining some questions, accumulating thought's and reasoning pertaining to Mallory’s untimely demise. You weren't sure if you were still in shock, denial, or on the track to slowly coming to terms with her death. Either way, you knew only one thing would make you feel better.

So you left your bedroom and headed towards your Father’s office.  Nearing midday already, there was far less voices reverberating down the hallway as you approached the recreation room. This you were happy about, unable to deal with unfamiliar eyes casting you over today.

You entered the silent room, though still smokey, you walked further in before realizing you were not alone.

“Well, well, well…” a voice made you still in your tracks. Hairs on the back of your neck standing straight up. Not out of fear, but nervousness. That was a voice you hadn't heard in a while. “What do we have here?”

Your head turned slowly, seeing two familiar faces. Ares and Roman, two of your older brothers. They were sat in a pair of black leather chairs, smoking in a half dark room in what appeared complete silence. Your nerves simmered, realizing that Lyon was nowhere to be seen. It would appear you were safe for now.

A smile covered your lips and you shifted around the pool table to stand in front of them. Ares was already standing, walking forwards to wrap you up in a hug, squeezing you tightly. Your eyes glanced to Roman standing behind him, regarding you with a smile before pushing your brother away and giving you a hug himself. Your nerves lessened at their apparent happiness to see you. Though, it had always been Lyon with which you had the problem.

“Hey, sis,” Roman pulled away to regard you. Both his and Ares’ eyes looking deep into your face, a minuscule sadness and wanting behind their eyes. If you had a dollar for every time someone had done that you would have been able to pay for your own College education.

“Shit. I mean, I know you always looked like Mom but damn-” Ares sighed, and then continued on, “whatever, its just- its good to have you back.”

“I just wish it was under better circumstances.” Roman popped in, and pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Seeing one in the hand of your brothers, there was little resistance in accepting his silent offer. Eager to share your nicotine habit with someone.

“How’s school going?” Ares asked.

“Its going well. One more year and I’ll have my master’s.” You were studying psychology, a subject you were eager to learn after living with such a fucked up family. It was the only thing that tethered your sanity to this reality.

“How’s the kids? And how’s Bella?” You asked Ares. You had seen them once or twice, when they were babies, still latched on to Bella, his wife. Mallory had shown you a photo whenever she could get the chance. Happy and proud of her niece and nephew.

“The twins are good. They’re at school now, growing up so fast. Micah, weirdly, looks a lot like Mallory. Mellie though, she looks so much like Bella. So at least she’ll have an easy run of it.”

You bit back a smile, and inhaled the cigarette your brother had lit for you.

Ares was your oldest brother, 11 years older than you were, since your birth he had always been mature enough to have a good relationship with. Despite what happened, he didn't resent you for anything that happened with your Mother. He never blamed you or your existence for ruining the family. No, that was mostly Lyon's modus operandi.

The only thing Ares seemed to care about was being a good Dad, and trying to be a decent husband. He was intelligent and self aware enough to not make the same mistakes as your Father.

Roman was similar. Interested only in running the one legitimate business your Father had; a club on the outskirts of your family’s territory. He wasn't obsessed with the life of crime, or powers of intimidation. He was softer, than all of you. And had kept his private life to himself, just like you had a knack for doing.

Even though you hardly ever talked over the last few years, you still enjoyed their presence. You understood that they had their own lives, and growing up you had wondered why you hardly spent any time together. It wasn’t until you were an adult you realized they were just busy living their own lives. Ten years older than you were, by the time you were shipped off to boarding school at 13 they had already started their trial into adulthood. And under your Father’s pressing thumb you could understand why you would fall under the radar. You were just a kid, and by the time the three of them and Mallory had grown up and formed relationships, you were practically just born. It was easy to understand why you had spent most of your childhood alone.

Ares opened his mouth to speak once more, when it was interrupted by quiet shouting and raised voices from your Dad’s office. Knowing it had some sort of soundproofing you only had a second to contemplate the possible loudness of what was happening inside before the doors burst open. Andrew stepped out, hand on the shoulder of your other brother; Lyon. They shared a look, obviously discussing something heated, your Father’s gaze conveying word’s he didn’t speak, until they turned to glance at the rest of you.

Lyon's apathetic face turned into something of a small snarl at seeing you standing with Ares and Roman. You felt like you had gone back 10 years in time. Back to the old days when your relationship with each other held nothing but contempt. Once again, treating you like you weren't allowed to be part of the family. You hadn't dealt with this shit since you were 16, and were moderately hoping he was over it by now. Though the look on his face suggested otherwise.

“Well, look who’s come crawling back.” He could barely get the words out of his mouth before your Father’s hand on his shoulder tightened. A small gesture that quietened him immediately.

“Lyon." You spoke the only welcome you were ready to give. Spitting the word like it was poison.

You walked forward, eager to have a conversation with your Dad. The sole reason you had come down here in the first place. Lyon kept his eyes on yours, and they tightened at the corner as you approached, hate not hidden behind his eyes but seemingly on full display as you walked forward.

Your Father turned and disappeared deeper into his office, while Lyon stayed in the entrance, not moving from his position.

“Lyon,” Ares voice was chastising him. “Chill the fuck out, Jesus Christ.”

He didn't move, didn't flinch, only kept his eyes on you. You decided to give him the opposite of what he so obviously sought. Keeping your face devoid of any emotion. Once upon a time his hate for you had affected you greatly, but now? Well, now, all you seemed to give a shit about was Mallory. You stopped at the entrance, standing next to him as you inhaled your cigarette, keeping your eyes locked with his. A show of faith that you weren't scared or affected by his actions or words. A try at letting him know that his opinion of you meant nothing.

You stepped forward, further into the office and turned to close the doors for a semblance of privacy, shutting them on his ass and sending him forward a few steps. You could hear a muffled cuss word or two from the other side. You stared at the wood with a tiny smirk.

A loud sigh escaped your Father’s lips and he looked like he had gotten no sleep. He collapsed on the chair behind his desk, and pointed at something in the corner of the room.

“Get Finn to watch him tonight, I have a feeling that he's going to do something stupid.”

You were about to ask why the fuck should you care? And ‘of course he would’, he was known for doing stupid things in the heat of the moment. Like that time when you were 8 and he was 13 and he had cut your hair with a pair of scissors because you had kicked him in the nuts.

But then you realized your Dad wasn't talking to you. He was talking to Kylo.

“Yes, sir.” He nodded from the corner of the room. Nestled between two large bookshelves he sat relaxed in a leather seat, hands on the sides, ankle over his knee. The perfect vision of relaxed calamity in a dark corner. Simply watching and assessing everything.

“You almost ready to go?” Your Dad’s voice pulled your attention. His chin resting in his hands and he looked over at you, blue eyes holding sadness. He was burying his daughter today after all.

“Yeah.” You continued forward, trying to forget the man who seemed a permanent fixture in your Father‘s office. What? Was he your Dad’s PA or something? “I just wanted to talk to you about some stuff.”

“About what?”

“Well, I was wondering if you had the case file for Mallory. I was hoping I could take a look at it.”

His head raised at those words, a slight look of confusion on his face and you quelled it by filling the silence with an explanation. “I just have so many questions and I want them answered, and... I know it's painful for you to talk about it.”

You weren't completely sure he had it. It was official police documentation after all, but he was a man that appreciated the value of knowledge, and that those who wield it properly can transform it into power. Last you knew, he had a great deal of cops on his payroll, what was one case file regarding his daughter’s death?

He turned to open a drawer, pulling a manila folder from it. It was relatively thin, though the edges of the folder were well worn suggesting he had spent the last couple of days going through it intently.

"There's some things to still be added. Poe's coming around tomorrow to drop off the updated documents."

Your brows raised and your eyes darted back to your Father. "Poe's still around?" You wondered how he was fairing through all this. Once upon a time you remembered he was quite fond of your sister. One of the many that had a crush on her. You resisted the urge to curl your lips in a smile. Your eyes fell back down, and quickly read through the notes. Skimming the words quickly, you thumbed through the pages realizing you would need far more time to comb through all the information. There were a lot of big words, and you hadn’t even had coffee yet. Pulling out your phone, you snapped a quick picture of every page so you could read it later when you had more time.

"She was found in the apartment, coroner says fentanyl overdose, with traces of cocaine in her system. The official ruling they're leaning towards is accidental but...." A longing appeared behind his eyes. "there's another set of DNA at the apartment. They don't know who it belongs to."

"Not to mention she was clean. She had been for months."

Your Father shook his head slightly. "Weeks, maybe. You haven't been here." The words were not said with malice, only sincere truth. Never the less, they made you angry. "We just don’t know."

"I talked to Mallory. A lot."

"More than her Father?"

Your anger spread. With the beat of your heart speeding faster and faster, you felt the adrenaline flow to the tips of your fingers and toes. Though you maintained a perfectly still presence, you wondered how that sentence could anger you so much. If it was to do with the fact that he thought he knew her better than you? Or was it that he made it sound like he talked to her so often, while only talking to you a handful of times a year? 

What was wrong with you so badly that he didn't think of you as worthy?

And then you remembered your Mother. How could you forget? Your father never fucking did.

Jealousy and rage pushed aside to make room for cooler heads, your logic reigned King. This was not the time, or place, for an existential crisis. Not in front of your Father, or the dark gaze you could feel piercing your back, judging every movement and word that spilled from your lips.

"Did you know she had a boyfriend?"

His face stilled. Realization dawning on his face before it was replaced with another emotion. He was about to ask a question before you interrupted. It was petty, and you had swore a promise to Mallory to never tell anything to your Dad. But she was dead, and you wanted to prove a point.

"Did you know she dropped out of school a whole year before she told you she did? Or what about how she crashed the Audi when she was drunk and got a DUI?"

You could see his anger boiling up, not knowing if it was directed at you or her. This was not going the way you thought it would. Not on your second day here anyway.

"I loved her too." You tried to dampen the caustic anger that you and your Father shared. "And all I'm saying is... she was clean." If there was one thing you were sure of it was that. "I just want to help find out what was going on."

You couldn’t tell him why exactly, because that was a promise you were willing to keep. But Mallory had a close call that almost ended her life, scaring her so badly she hadn’t even had the temptation to touch the stuff again. She had been clean for months, this you were sure of.

Your Father stood up, "Whatever happened, I'm working on it." He walked around his desk, coming to grab the folder from your hands. Not with haste or anger, he simply appeared to be done on the subject. "I don't want you involved, your safety is more important."

The folder was thrown on his desk behind him, and he turned back around to face you, straightening the tie on his black suit. "I'm leaving in about half an hour, you want to come in the car with us?"

The change of subject should have been a shock. Though you were reminded that this was your Father’s way of abstaining from anger with his daughter’s when his son's usually got screamed at, or slapped. He was trying not to lose his calm manner, and even offering some form of an olive branch in the form of a ride.

You swallowed. "I kind of feel like driving. Is my car still in the garage?" Another excuse, but you didn't want to ride in the close confined quarters with him as your company.  

"I have the mechanic look at it every couple of months, he assured me it was in pristine condition."

You would have thought that was sweet, doing something nice for you. Though you guessed his ulterior motives lay with the fact that it was your Mother's car before it was yours. Unable or unwilling to sell one of the last things he had of hers, he passed it down to you instead. No one else had wanted it. Not when your Dad was willing to hand out Lamborghini’s and Aston Martin’s as well.

"Thank you." Void of sincerity, though no one would have known it, you stood up and moved towards the doors of the office. One last look in Kylo's direction confirmed his powerful gaze was still trained on you. You quickly looked away, eager to get away from the whole confrontation.

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The Snoke family mausoleum was constructed from dark marble. The very same that littered the inside of the manor. It stood tall and large nestled amongst the others in Saint Catherine cemetery, proud in its construction and flashy exorbitance.

You guessed there was a reason; if not for the fact your Father did everything with an expensive flourish, then because it was an extremely important plot of land for him personally.

Elizabeth Snoke was your Father’s everything. You had never experienced their relationship first hand, though people had said many things about how he was before her death. She was a vision, renowned for her beauty and grace and kindness - which always confused you greatly. You were often compared to her and those were traits you definitely didn’t fucking possess. She softened the anger and ruthless nature of Andrew Snoke, so much so he decided to have children and raise a family with her while still running the family business.

You gathered it was an natural reaction - your Father building a mausoleum to house his late and dearly beloved, room enough for himself and eventually his children to slumber when they passed. You figured Lyon would have been the one to die first, running his mouth to the wrong person the reason for his premature demise. Maybe even your Dad; you didn’t think it would be Mallory.

The sun shined bright overhead, cloudless blue sky providing little shelter from the warmth of the day. Large, black sunglasses on your face, you listened to the Priest prattle on, reciting a verse from the bible about the dead finding peace in heaven. You stood beside your Father, your three brothers flanking either side. All clad in black, the five of you stood in solemn silence, contemplating on the memory of Mallory.

When you showed up in your car, you had expected to see some of her friends she talked about, anyone other than your family. Finn, or Poe paying their respects, maybe Phasma, even if out of respect for your Father. However, your Dad had assured you it was a private matter, just family, he had said.

Fuck, Mallory would have hated this.

But funerals weren’t for the dead, they were for the people they left behind. If this was his way of grieving, then you would allow him the tiny modicum of space and privacy he needed to do so.

You were ready to put your energy elsewhere, however.

The Priest finished his sermon and offered anyone else to speak any words if they wished. Silence stretched, your family stoically standing still. Everyone's eyes cast down at the shiny black lacquered casket housing your sisters body. You were thankful it remained closed.

You didn't know what anyone would have said. You had no expectations for a speech from your Dad. You understood that the men in your family found strength in silence in times of sadness.

If you were a Snoke, you simply just didn’t talk about it.

The Priest waited, sending a look towards your Father, who simply shook his head and cast his eyes down at the casket. He came over, said his condolences to you and your family, before stepping away, giving you a some privacy.

Your concentration drifted, to spy at the army of slick black vehicles your family had come in, Snoke lackeys towing along. They remained scattered around the perimeter at a distance. Making sure to give your family your privacy and provide a protective barrier. Though from this distance you didn't recognize or know the name of any of them, a part from one.  

Kylo leaned against your Dad's Rolls Royce Phantom, cigarette between his fingers, eyes fixed on what was happening. Completely focused on the service and your family.

Hair tousled slightly from the wind, crisp black suit covering his tall, broad figure. It was too far to tell but you felt like he was staring at you. Noticing his blatant presence suddenly made you cautious of your movements.You didn’t like his piercing gaze.

You weren't completely sure what he did around here. He didn't interact with other people that worked for your Dad, not that you had seen, and he was obviously trusted enough to be privy to most private family matters that happened in your his office. He had served to quickly make you feel vulnerable and self conscious; maybe that was Kylo’s purpose?

Though his broad muscles stretched under the perfectly tailored suit begged to differ. He was large enough to cause some damage it seemed, and the scar that ran down the side of his face suggested he had either seen and or done some violent shit.

Regardless, your interest was piqued.

Pathetic service over, the workers that waited were ushered forward, moving Mallory's casket into the crypt. Preparing to place her within her allotment  before beginning the process to seal the door.

"Dinner tonight?" Your Father’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"Huh?"

"I said," he stood next to you, hand resting on Roman's shoulder, and he pulled his children into a little circle. "How about dinner tonight? Family back together again... and we can say goodbye to Mallory with a drink."

You said nothing - sitting down at a dinner table with them seemed like a fucking nightmare. Roman nodded his head, Ares agreeing, Lyon looked like he was about to say something until he saw the look on your Dad's face.

Morose, fighting back whatever turmoil of emotion with a clipped smile. Brave face a complete facade. Lyon eventually agreed. Everyone turned to look at you, and you bit back a sigh.

"Sure."

"Great." He pulled away from his children. "I'll see you back home. I’ll get the good Scotch out."

Lyon pulled off with your Dad, leaving the 3 of you alone. Roman sighed, looking once more at the workers sealing off Mallory's casket in the crypt, then turned to you and Ares. "I'm heading back home. See you there?"

You two nodded, and then turned to one another. Ares smiled and put a hand on your back. Your Father was making his way back, Lyon and Roman following behind. Your eyes scanned the perimeter your Andrew’s men had made, slowly walking back to the fleet of vehicles, following your Father like dogs.

"Fuck this." Ares sighed, "I gotta get out of here." You nodded, and turned to walk back with him, back to where everyone was starting to gather around the cars.

"Are you okay?" you asked him. You figured you knew the response but he always did seem the most emotionally available of the family. Even then, it was a rare sight.

"I'll be okay. How about you?"

"I miss her a lot, especially being back home..." you looked forward at the criminal mess that was your family and your family's business. "But she's dead, and I gotta get used to it."

He bitterly laughed in agreement, "In other news, the car's looking good. I forgot that thing was even in the garage."

You followed his gaze to your car, the very last in the line. Your pristinely clean 1974 Datsun 240z, a shiny, polished beast on dark wheels. You had to admit, your Mother had taste, and with a few adjustments - cosmetic and mechanical -  made after your sixteenth birthday it really had become a magnificent sight.

"Thanks. It was tucked in a corner, cover over it and all. But you know what Dad's like with her shit." The few items left to prove her existence; a car, an oil painted portrait hanging in the library, and a few others, were immaculately kept and preserved.

"I sure do." Ares snickered a little. "You gonna come have a drink at home? Dad'll be pulling out the Macallan." He tried to sway you with extremely good whiskey.

"I will soon, I just got a few errands to run first. Then I’ll be home."

"Errands?" he questioned, his brow furrowing. "The fuck kind of errands you got to do now?"

"I have to go the pharmacy and get a few things, and then buy some new clothes since everything I have is back home. I thought it was going to be in and out sort of trip."

"Alright," he accepted the answer, "See you back home then."

The two of you separated, going to your cars. Your jumped in the drivers seat, rolling down the tinted windows to let some of the stagnant heat out. As you pulled a cigarette from your middle console, your eyes found themselves wandering back to your family. Slowly piling in their respective vehicles, your Father's men following suit. About to head back to the manor to get fucked up for the memory of Mallory.

You were glad you parked at the very end, watching their cars pull off, one by one, all towing in the line and heading for the northern exit of the large cemetery, towards home.  

You had lied.

You didn't need to go to the pharmacy, and you had brought enough clothes to last you a week, you just didn't want him privy to your whereabouts. You weren’t sure what he would do with the information.

You remembered your sister's voice, soft and kind, telling you stories of her friends over the video calls you would share on a regular basis. She had talked about Lacy often; a dancer at a club owned by your Dad. They had met while in College and had been close ever since. You had met her once or twice before you moved away, but weren't close with her like Mallory was.

You figured if anyone was going to know anything about Mallory before she passed - she would be a good place to start.

You turned the ignition, engine roaring to life with a deep rumble. Lighting the cigarette that now dangled from your lips, you shifted into first gear and pulled from the curb. Making your way off to the Supremacy.

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Life is Strange 2 (Sean Diaz x Reader)

Chapter 14: Late Night Swim

Chapter 13

*Honk Honk Honk*

I flinched at the sound, my eyes twitching, then I turn over to my left side and began curl up to something warm and solid. I smiled as I snuggled to it closer and felt something wrap around me.

"Sean! (Y/n)!"

I heard voices shout as I slowly come to consciousness.

"Guys! Come on!"

"Sean! (Y/n)!"

My eyes open and look around to see that I had cuddled up to Sean, who had his arms around me and his head was lean against mine. I gasped as I start to sit up then turn to Sean just as I hear a voice shout. "Sean and (y/n), move it, now!"

"Sean! Wake up!" I said as I shake him awake. "Huh? What?" Sean mumbles then he noticed that he had his arms around me. "Oh, uh..." Sean mutters, embarrassed, but I said. "We over slept! We gotta go!"

"Oh, Fuck me...No..." Sean said as we rush to get dressed and run to the truck. Everyone was already aboard, chanting our names. "Sean! (Y/n)! Sean! (Y/n)! Sean! (Y/n)!" We run up and jump on the edge of the truck and sit down. Everyone cheers at us and Sean and I look at each other and laugh as the truck takes off towards the farm. 

After a full day of working, Sean, Daniel, Cassidy, Finn, Jake and I were sitting by Merrill's building, waiting to be called in to tell us about our pay. "Okay...this is boring...so...everybody, tell me how you're gonna blow your next payday!" Cassidy said as she looks around at all of us. "The usual. Save it til the next one." Sean replied. "Yeah, same here." I said. "Well, ain't we all stingy now! How about a keg offering for your family, or....Or some hookers or cocaine?" She asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, please....there's a child here..." Jake said as he gestured over to Daniel. "I think he's heard worse...besides he's our mascot now!" Cassidy said. "I wanna buy a bacon burger and a pepperoni pizza! Then a box of Choc-O-Crisp and...and a red slushie!" Daniel said, excitedly. "Oh hell yes! Screw the hookers, bring on the Choc-O-Crisp!" Finn said and I laugh. "You're speaking my language." I chuckle as Cassidy scoffs at us.

"Come on, guys! You gotta treat yourself after all this hard work." Cassidy said. "Okay, it's silly...but...I really do need another pair of socks. I wash mine overnight, but they're not always dry the next morning..." Sean said. "He's got cold feet!" Finn chuckles. "What about you (y/n)?" Cassidy asked me and I shrug. "I don't know....maybe new clothes...or a toothbrush and toothpaste..." I said and Cassidy looks around at us, disappointed.

"So, that's it, huh? You bust your ass all week for nothing..." She grumbles. "Some of us just got simple needs, princess." Finn said to her. "Yeah, like your beach house in Costa Rica?" She sneered and he just scoffs at her when the door opens and Ingrid and Anders walk out. They give us a smile and thumbs up as they leave.

"Okay, let's get this over with. Finn, Cassidy, Sean, (y/n) and uh...you." Merrill said. "Jake. J-Jacob." Jake corrects him as him, Cassidy and Finn walk in while Sean stands up and helps me to my feet. We start to walk in but Daniel started to follow us. "Daniel...dude...do you have to do this every week?" Sean asked him, annoyed, as he stops him from going in. "Adults only!" 

"Oh, whatever! I work too!" Daniel exclaims. "Yes, we know. But we have to keep a low profile, got it? For the millionth time...just...wait here for a few minutes and do nothing. Nothing." Sean said to Daniel, firmly. "I won't, swear." Daniel said, annoyed. "Okay, we'll be right back." I said and Sean and I walk in the building, Sean shuts the door behind us. "For once you're all on time. Let's see who wins that Farm lotto...Jacob, right?" Merrill said as he looks over at Jake. "I thought you wouldn't last a day, but you cleaned up. You're all right."

"Thank you. Thanks..." Jake said, appreciatevly.

"Cassidy, your trims were pretty weak. And Big Joe told me you been whining a lot." Merrill said and she let's out a sigh. "Bet he did..." she mutters, angrily. "Look, you can bitch all you want as long as you work. Otherwise, you're just taking up space, so get it together." Merrill said to her. "I know, Merrill." She mutters as she looks down.

"Now for Sean and (y/n)." He said as he looks over at us. "Very nice trims. Good work both of you." He said and Sean and I exchange a smile at each other. "Finn. You saved the pots in the greenhouse...and our asses. That's why you keep coming back." Merrill said to him. "You know it, boss. Uh...how about a raise?" Finn asked as he pumps his fist in the air but Merrill frowns at him. "Uh...sorry." Finn said as he calms down.

"Now for the moment you've all been waiting for..." Merrill said and he picks up the wad of cash on the table when we heard Big Joe yell. "Get in here, you little asshole!"

"What the fuck?!" Merrill exclaims as the door behind him opens and Big Joe comes in, dragging Daniel in. "Don't touch me, jerk!" Daniel yells as Sean and I run over to him but Big Joe shoves Sean back. Sean stumbles but I catch him before he fell and helped him back up. 

"Don't move!" Merrill ordered us then he turns to Big Joe. "Now explain!" He yells. "That sneaky fucker! He was snooping around your living room!" Big Joe yelled as he had ahold of Daniel's arm. "No, I wasn't!" Daniel screamed. "I was just bored, so I came in..."

"Shut up, Daniel!" Sean shouted at him then I look over at Merrill. "Let him go!" I plead but Merrill shushed me. "I told you and your boyfriend..." he said, in a warning tone. "Come on, Merrill, he's a kid, not a thief! You wanna frisk him?!" Sean yells at him. "Look at him! He's just following his big brother..." Cassidy defends but Merrill holds his hand out to her before he turns around and brought his hand up to his lips.

Sean and I look at each, terrified, and I grab ahold of his hand as Merrill turns back to face us. "Your brother needs a lesson. You all need a lesson. So first off...no pay day." Merrill said and there was a cry of outrage at that.

"Fuck that...no way!" Cassidy exclaims. 

"Boss...don't do that to us! We earned that money!" Finn pleads. "Sean, you, your girlfriend and your brother are fired!" Merrill said and my jaw drops at this as Cassidy said. "What?!

"And don't come back or Big Joe will take care of your asses." Merrill said. "Please, Merrill...." Sean pleads to him. "Don't do this!" I begged him. "That's bullshit, man!" Cassidy exclaims. "Man, I-I know you're pissed but Sean and (y/n) are good workers! Never brought you any losers, right?" Finn said. "Sir..." I started to say until Merrill slammed his fist down on the table and screamed. "QUIET!!" 

Then everyone goes silent. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He said as he walks up to me and Sean. "Sean...(y/n). I warned you...both of you...one too many times. We tried your way, now it's my turn." He said then he turns to Big Joe. "Okay, Joesph. Just teach him a lesson." He said then he walks through the door and shuts the door.

"Let me go!" Daniel screams as Big Joe tosses Daniel down to the ground. "Come on, man!" Sean yells. "Big Joe, what are you gonna do?" Cassidy asked him, pleadingly. "He's just a fucking kid!" I shout at him. "This ain't your business. Think I like it? It's mine." He said then he starts to loom over Daniel, who was beyond terrified.

Suddenly the ash tray on the table starts to move and float. Then it flew threw the air and hits Big Joe on the side of the head. "Ow! What...?!" He exclaims as he groans in pain while the rest of watched in shock. "Okay. Who did that?" Joe asked as he looks at all of us. We looked at each other in fear until Joe yells. "WHO DID THAT?!?!"

"Uh, I did..." Sean said. "Sean, no." I whispered as he let's go of my hand and walks up to Big Joe. "My fault." He said then Joe comes around and punches him in the face.

Later that night, Daniel showed off his power, by making a pinvone float in the air, to Finn, Cassidy and Jake. "Well, that's it...believe it or not....Told you it would sound crazy..." Sean, who now had a fresh black-eye, said to everyone. "Fuck...that's mental." Cassidy said, shocked. "Exactly." I said. "I knew something was up with you guys...." she said as she pats Daniel's shoulder. "Damn. I would be scared shitless." 

"I am. It's all going so fast, I'm....fucking lost sometimes..." Sean replied and I nod. "Same here." I said. "It's okay, guys, I know what I'm doing!" Daniel exclaims to us. "Man...so, Sean...maybe this shit is in your DNA, too....do you have super powers?" Finn asked him. "Nada, zero, nothing. Trust me, I tried..." Sean replied. "Really?" I asked as Daniel asked. "When?"

"Do you...have any idea where it comes from? I mean, it can't be random..." Jake said. "I figured it started in Seattle...maybe...the shock triggered something...Fuck, I don't know!" Sean replied. "But I still don't remember!" Daniel said. "Don't worry about it..." Sean said to him.

"Damn, you're so unique, Daniel." Cassidy said to him. "That's why we need your word that you'll keep all this to yourself. Seriously." I said to them. "Oh this stays right with us. Promise, you can trust us." Cassidy said as she looks over at Finn.

"Jake?" Sean asked. "I don't know, I mean...this is a big deal, Sean. How long can you keep this a secret?" Jake asked him. "As long as we have to. It's all about keeping Daniel safe. That's my job now, man." Sean replied. "What if he has those powers for a reason? Maybe it's our job to help him, too. Guide him..." Jake said. 

"What does he mean?" Daniel asked Sean and I. "Dude, no. Do not make this into some cosmic bullshit. You still can't tell anybody." Sean said to Jake. "Come on. I wouldn't do that to you, Sean. Or Daniel and (y/n). This whole thing just blew my mind...I think I need a break. Is that okay?" Jake asked. "No worries." I said. "Yeah, it's cool." Sean said and Jake sighs with relief. "Not after what you guys went through with these bastards....okay, talk later." Jake said and we waved him goodbye as he begins to leave and head back to the camp.

"He's right. It's fucking bullshit." Cassidy exclaims. "I know." Sean said as I look over at Finn. "Finn, do you swear? We mean it." I said and Finn looks up at me and smirks. "No worries, sweetheart. I'd never let anything happen to that little guy. He's a true rebel." He replied. "Thanks, man." Sean said as I smile at him. "For real." I said and we start to head to the camp.

"Uh...hold up!" Finn said and we stopped and turned to face him. "You know...there's a lot of money around here." He said and Cassidy rolls her eyes. "Oh no. What the fuck are you talking about?" She asked him. "Merrill's safe. It's like a fucking ATM. I've seen it." Finn replied. "Me too! I'm the back of the room!" Daniel said, smiling.

"How you outlaws going to get the combination?" Cassidy asked them. Then Finn looks over at Daniel. "Me?" He asked as he looks around. "No fucking way, Finn. Don't pull a kid into your stupid shit." Cassidy yells. "Getting a shitload of cash isn't stupid. We can get out of here!" Finn said. "So you can be a beach bum? You're so selfish, man." She argues.

"How? Sean, (y/n) and Daniel are out of work! They deserve this!" Finn said to her. "And ripping Merrill off is the only way to do that? Really? And with a fucking kid? You know these assholes are armed, right?" Shd asked as she shoves him. "I guess...I didn't think about that..." Finn said then he looks down in defeat. "Yeah...no shit." She said as she backs away from him. 

"Don't lecture me. I was just....having a brain fart. Let's have a beer and forget about it. Cool?" Finn said as he looks us over. "Deal. Not like I would let you use Daniel anyway." Sean said as Finn walks past us. "No more of this crap, okay?" Cassidy said to him. Finn nods slightly then walks away.

"He just needs his ass kicked once in a while." She said as she turns to us. "I think you did. I can tell he was sorry..." I said. "For him...yeah. Damn...I'm gonna drink the crap out of this party. So should you two." She said as she looks between Sean and I. "Plus, since it's your last night, time for your tattoo..." she said as she smiles and nods at us before she leaves.

"What? Are you guys getting a tattoo?" Daniel asked us. "Dude! I want one!" He said and we shake our head at him. "No you don't, hipster." I said as I pat his shoulder. "Besides we have other things we gotta do..." Sean said. "Okay, I know I shouldn't have gone in there...don't yell." Daniel said to us. 

"Now there's three more people who know about your power..." Sean said to him. "Don't worry, we can trust them...they said they won't tell." Daniel said. "We know, munchkin. But what if anyone gets scared and calls the cops?" I asked him. "Exactly! You don't know what can happen!" Sean said. "Yeah...maybe. We'll just have to be careful, then!" Daniel said and Sean and I sigh at this. "At least we won't have to worry about any of this once we're in Puerto Lobos." Sean said. "Who cares about Puerto Lobos..." Daniel mutters. "We'll talk later." Sean said and Daniel starts to head towards the camp.

Sean sighs as he runs his hand over his face and I shake my head. "Well...that could've gone better." I said. "Yeah...now we're out of the job..." he mutters. "Yeah that sucks." I said then I give him a concern look. "What are we gonna do, Sean?" I asked. "I'm not sure...I'll...I'll figure something out." He replied and I sigh a bit at this. "Well...I'm gonna...go to the lake..." I said. "You sure?" He asked me. "Yeah, I need to be alone for a few minutes. You can go enjoy the party, I just wanna relax for a bit." I said. "Well...how about I go talk to Cassidy and Finn then I'll come meet up with you at the lake later?" He asked and I smirk. "Sure, no rush." I said then I lean up and kiss his cheek. "See you later." I whispered and then I head to the lake.

As I get up to the beach line, I stand there and look out at the water, the moonlight reflecting off the surface. I sighed as I run my hands over my face. What the hell are we gonna do? I thought to myself. We don't have a job....we don't have a place to live....we don't have enough money to get to Mexico...fuck! I thought as I walk along the shoreline. Then I pick up a rock and start to skip it across the lake. I don't know...maybe, I should go and enjoy the party as much as I can but...my heart is just not in it. It's probably better that I stay away, so I don't bum people out while they're trying to have fun. 

I look out towards the lake then lean down to feel the water. "Oh fuck! That's cold!" I exclaimed. I look out towards the water, and a part of me really wanted to go out and swim. I sigh then said. "Screw it." And I start to remove my clothes and set them on a rock. I wasn't completely naked, I still had on my underwear and bra. I went and un-braided my hair, placed the ponytail holder around my other wrist, and I start to run out into the water. I squealed from the cold but once I swam around for a few moments, I started to get warm.

I sighed and dived down into the water for a few moments before I resurfaced and pushed back my wet hair from my face. Then I heard a laugh and I look over to see Sean walking towards the shoreline. "Hey, nice of ya to join! Come on in!" I yelled and he kneeled down and touched the water. "Whoa, fuck this! It's freezing!" He exclaims and I chuckle. "At first, yes....but once you swim for a bit, you'll get warm." I said and he looks over to see my clothes on a nearby rock.

"Are you...naked?" He asked me, obviously embarrased. I chuckle at this. "Why do you ask? You gonna try and sneak a peek, perv?" I asked in a teasing tone. "Uh...N-No...I..Uh..." he stammers and I laugh. "Calm down, wolf boy, I'm just teasing ya. I'm not completely naked. I've still got a bra and underwear on." I replied and he let's out a sigh. "Okay, here I come." He said and he starts to remove his pants, shoes, socks, shirt and his hoodie. 

"There you go! Bring it on home!" I called out to him and he starts to walk out to the water in his boxers. "Shit, shit, shit...my balls." He exclaims as he gets into the cold water and I chuckle then a thought ran through my mind. I give Sean a sly smirk as I get ready to initiate my plan and obviously he could tell I was planning something.

"(Y/n), do not even..." he said as he holds his hands out but too late. I splashed a couple waves of water at him. "Ah...oh, you are so..." he started to say as he tries to get close to me. "Adorable? I know." I teased and I splashed some more water at him then he starts to splash some my way.

We started acting like little kids as we just splashed each other until he dives down into the water. "No fair!" I exclaimed as I try to look around for him. That is until I felt someone tickling my sides and I jump and squeal as I turn around to see Sean had resurfaced and was the culprit of tickling me. "Got ya." He said. "Yeah, yeah...whatever..." I said as I rolled my eyes at him and push a small waved of water towards him.

"So, what are we gonna do about Finn and his plan?" I asked him. "It's a really stupid idea. Way too dangerous. Especially for Daniel." He replied. "I know. Finn acts like this is no big deal, but...this feels bad. I mean, Merrill is a dick but...I don't want you or Daniel to get into anymore trouble." I said. "Yeah, tell that to Daniel. He's gonna be pissed." Sean mutters. "Well, we're just gonna have a talk with him later. And Finn...well...he seems like the kinda guy that acts like he's doing it for everyone but really it's for himself." I said.

"I just hate that I crushed his dream." Sean replied as he looks away for a moment. I placed my finger and thumb under his chin and turned his head towards me. "He'll be mad for awhile, I'm sure. But he will get over it, okay? So don't worry your pretty head over it." I said then I lift up and push back the bangs that was covering his face and smiled, warmly, at him.

"Can I say something...crazy?" I asked him and he nods. "Um...okay...so..uh..." I started to say and then I clear my throat. "So, I've been having these feelings....and these feelings have been around for a few weeks and...I didn't know how to describe it. But now...I think I can....so I'm just gonna come out and say it." I said and I take a deep breath then said. "I like you, Sean. Like alot. And if you don't feel the same way then that's cool. You can just ignore what..."

"I like you too, (y/n)." He said and I look up at him, the smile growing bigger on my face. "Aww, Sean, that's sweet. I'm flattered. Or do you bust out this line whenever you go swimming in your underwear?" I said and he chuckles. "First time. Swear." He replied and I smiled. "You sure?" I asked him and I start to place my hands on his shoulders and he starts to place his hands on my waist. "I'm not that much of a player. As you can tell..." He said. "I don't know. We're both only one clothing item away from being totally naked." I said. "Hey, that's your fault...not that I mind..." he said and I giggle as he smirks a bit.

"Do you...wanna...kiss me?" I asked him.

"Yes, I do. If that's cool." He said as he starts to pull me closer to him and I wrap my arms around his neck. "Yes, it is." I said and we lean towards each other until our lips touched and we began to kiss. Finally! I thought as we continue to kiss for a few more moments, our lips molding together, until we break the kiss. We look up at each other and smiled. "Let's get outta here..." I said and he nods in agreement and we start to walk out of the water and towards our clothes. We put on our clothes and make our way back to the camp, hand in hand.

Music was blaring and people were talking and drinking as we passed by them and head towards our tent. "Did you get that tattoo?" I asked him. "Nah...didn't really want one." He replied and I chuckle as we come up to our tent. I go and zip it open to see that it was empty. I stand up and turn to Sean and said. "I know this is our tent but...I still wanted to ask...do you wanna come in? With me? Just the two of us? I mean, you don't have to..." 

"Yeah...I do." He replied and I smiled as I crawl into the tent first then he follows. I zip up the flap of the tent and sit down as I look over at Sean, who looks alittle nervous. "You okay?" I asked him. "Um, totally..uh...I'm just nervous..." he said. "Yeah...me too." I said and he looks up at me in shock. "Hey, listen...I think you should know that I'm...uh..." he stammers and I smile and take one of his hands into mine. "It's okay, Sean. Don't worry about it." I said.

"Have you ever...?" He started to ask and I nod. "Once. A few years ago. And yet I'm just as nervous now as I was back then." I replied. "But we don't have to if you don't want to. I'm not gonna pressure you." 

He smiles, softly, at me then leans towards me and kisses me again. I kiss him back and I began to crawl on top of him as he starts to lay on his back. My legs ended up on either side of him, basically straddling him, as we continue to kiss. Then he pulls back from the kiss.

"I want to." He whispers then I felt his hands start to slide under my shirt and I smirk and help pull my shirt and bra off. Once I was topless, I blushed as I saw Sean give me this look like I was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. I lean towards him again and we kissed some more as he wraps his arms around me. His tongue brushed up against my bottom lip, begging for entrance, and I smirk as I open my mouth a bit, giving him permission to explore my mouth.

My hands started to tug at his hoodie, and he smirks, pulls back from the kiss then pulls off his hoodie and shirt. We smile at each other as I placed my hands on his bare chest while he placed one hand on my hip and the other hand was placed behind my neck then he pulls me in for another kiss. Then he slowly starts to fall on his back, me still on top, and we began to discard the rest of our clothes.

And in this moment, no other thoughts ran through our heads. No worries, no stress, no responsibilities. Just us. Me and him as we do our best to make the other feel good, in the most pleasurable way, and satisfied.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked him, my voice alittle hoarse, a few minutes later. We were completely naked, cuddled up to each other, as I started tracing little circles on his bare chest and his left arm around me. He looked alittle upset and I began to worry, after all this was his first time and I wondered was I good enough for him? Was he disappointed? Did he hate it?

"Nothing, I just...never mind." He muttered and I look up at him. "Sean, talk to me." I said, softly. "Sorry, I uh...Sorry it sucked." He said and I just give a small smile. Here I was worried that it was me, turned out he was worried that he was the one that's bad. "And here I thought it was me." I said as I prop up my elbow and lean my head on top of my hand.

"No, no...you were great! I just..." he stammers and I chuckle. "Sean, this was your first time...and in all honesty you were not as bad as you think. You were actually really good." I said. "That's sweet. But you don't have to be like that." He said then I lean towards him and kiss him. "I mean it, Sean. And if you're that worried, we'll have plenty of time to practice." I said and his eyes widen a bit. "R-really?" He asked, shocked, and I giggle a bit. "Well...yeah...u-unless...y-you don't w-want to..." I stammer. "No, I don't...I wouldn't mind doing it again...with you." He said and I smiled then lean in and kissed him.

"Come on, let's go get some fresh air." I said to him and he gives me a slight nod before he leans in and kisses me again.

After getting dressed, and braiding my hair again, we walk out of the tent as Sean starts to take my hand in his. "Hey, what's happening?" Hannah asked as she walks over to us, making Sean and I jump. Sean and I glance at each other as both of our faces turns red at this then realization hits Hannah. "Wait--did you guys just have sex?!" She asked and I bite my lips but I couldn't hold back the smile I had on my face. I look over ar Sean and see he had an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Wow, bout time you two." She said and Sean and I chuckle. "Uh...thanks?" Sean said, embarrassed, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Anyway, have you guys seen Finn? He was with Daniel but now I can't find him." She said and our eyes widen at this. "We didn't see anybody out there...but..." I said as Sean and I share the same terrified look. "We better go now. Figures Daniel's with him...." Sean grumbles and he starts to walk past Hannah, I follow closely behind. "Just tell Finn I wanna talk. Thanks much. Later." Hannah called out to us as I run over to Sean.

"Sean, wait! Hold up!" I said as I run up to him. "Why? We have to stop them!" He said as he turns to me, obviously angry. "I know, but we need to figure out a plan first!" I said. "We don't have time for that shit!" He exclaims. "Well we have to get to Merrill's before them." I said to him, calmly, and he sighs. "You're right...maybe we can borrow one of Big Joe's trucks." He said. "Sounds better than nothing, c'mon!" I said and I grab his hand and we take off.

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Wait for Me: b. blake

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Summary: Y/N finds out about Raven and Abby’s plan to head to the ground. She decides to tag along.

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: set during 1x02 “Earth Skills” and 1x04 “Murphy’s Law”

She had been tracking Raven’s recent schedule since the mechanic had called out Abby Griffin for lying to them about the lock-up quarantine. Y/N already knew that the 100 had been sent to Earth, Octavia had been one of them. 

So when Raven disappeared into a long-forgotten wing of Mecha, naturally she followed, listening on the conversation that ensued.

“I believe you,” Abby’s voice rang through the abandoned section, calming whatever fears Raven had voiced. “And you’re not in trouble.”

Y/N creased her eyebrows at the sound of that. What would she be in trouble for? Had they found out about her illegal spacewalk? Finn’s sacrifice? She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she missed the next few lines of conversation until Abby’s voice turned grim.

“The Ark is dying Raven, life support is on its last legs.”

Y/N swallowed her nerves, breathing growing shallow. She thought she could feel the oxygen deprivation working its way through her body. 

“I have ten days to prove Earth is survivable or else they’ll start reducing the population. Three-hundred-and-twenty people will be killed.”

Silence coated the room as she crept forward, not believing what she was hearing. Three hundred people killed. Innocents. Her people. Raven’s people. His people. 

She had to do something. She had to warn him somehow. 

“I don’t get it” She heard Raven protest. “Why are you telling me this?”

There was a pause as the swirling sound of cloth falling to the ground echoed through the sector hallways. Y/N forced herself to creep around the corner, her gaze falling on a hunk of junk in the corner, the escape pod barely functional and falling apart at the seams. 

Abby faced the mechanic, “You have nine days to get this ready so I can survive a drop.”

Raven scanned the pod, fully aware of the insanity unraveling before her. 

“You want me to get a one hundred and thirty-year-old escape pod ready to survive a drop in nine days?” The mechanic asked drawing an eyebrow upward in skepticism as she truly began to comprehend the desperation of the situation.

“Can you do it?” Abby asked.

Raven nodded, “But I’m coming with you.”

“So am I” Y/N piped up from behind her corner, catching both women by surprise. “I know about Earth Dr. Griffin.” She announced, trying to defend her logic. She sent a hopeful look toward the pod, her last hope to see the man she loved on the ground.

“No” Abby protested, “Absolutely not.”

Y/N scoffed. “How do you expect to get parts? Trading with Nygel?” She knew her answer was right when she saw the Doctor’s face fall. “I’m the only engineer with access to the machine shop after hours, which means I can get all the parts you need, free of deals with the devil.”

Abby shook her head, “Why do you even want to do this?”

She straightened her back, crossing her arms as a familiar head of curls and freckles popped into her head. “You’re not the only ones with people you love on the ground.”

“She’s right Abby” Raven defended, “Without her, we have no safe way to trade parts.”

She shot a grateful look at the mechanic before turning back to Abby, who reluctantly agreed to let her join the mission. 

She smiled at the thought of seeing him again.

Finally, Bellamy Blake would hold her in his arms again.

***

Three more days, she counted. That’s how long she had to wait to see Bellamy again. Three more days and she would be free of this hunk of metal and hurtling back toward the ground, ready to jump into his embrace once again. She could almost taste his lips on hers.

The door slid open, and Abby had presented them with a death sentence. 

“How soon can you two get this thing ready to launch?”

Raven wrenched another bolt back into place, “Still scraping up parts for a pressure regulator.” The mechanic threw a pointed look Y/N’s way, who drew herself out of the inside of the pod to defend herself. 

“I’m on it.” She assured the doctor, “Wick’s just being an ass.”

“Yeah well, when isn’t he?” Raven retorted before turning back to Abby, “Why? What’s changed?”

“Clarke’s wristband went out,” Abby told them, the sound of metal against metal ceasing at the news, Y/N poking her head out to catch the dire expression on her face. If Clarke took hers off... “Doesn’t matter,” Abby told them, “I can get that part, today.”

“Abby wait--”

The woman disregarded Y/N’s protests as she stormed out of the station, leaving the two mechanics alone to stare at each other.

The next few minutes passed by agonizingly slowly and Y/N found herself trying to recall the last time she had seen Bellamy. It had been right before the dropship launched, the conversation playing over in her head.

Bellamy stormed into her apartment, wrapping himself in her arms as he dug his head into the crook of her shoulder. “I have to do something awful, and I don’t know if I can do it.”

“So don’t”

“But if I don’t, I won’t be able to protect Octavia.” He squeezed her tighter, and Y/N ran the choices in her head. She hadn’t been able to save her mother, and she hadn’t been able to stop the guard from taking Octavia. But maybe she could help Bellamy save his sister. 

“Do it.” She urged him, pulling back, unaware of how badly things would turn out, “If it can save Octavia, then do it.”

He nodded, bringing her closer to his body as he pressed a kiss into her hair. “I love you.” He had whispered, and she had been so blissfully unaware of how much that meant at the time.

“I love you too.” She snuggled closer to him, the two standing there for several minutes, neither one of them wanting to let go.

When Abby came back, the magical part was there in her hands. 

“How did you--”

“Doesn’t matter” Abby cut of Y/N as she turned to Raven, “How fast can you install this?”

Raven shrugged, “A few hours maybe.”

Abby grit her teeth, a fearful expression crossing her face. “We may not have that kind of time.”

Y/N stepped forward, more determined than ever to launch. “We’ll get it installed Abby, I promise.”

The doctor nodded and the two women got to work, time passing by quicker than they expected. The ping of her tablet pulled the two women out of their work, Jackson’s frantic voice informing them of their circumstances. 

“Abby, did you take morphine from the clinic?”

Dr. Griffin’s eyes widened in confusion, “They inventoried already?”

Jackson shook his head, “No, Kane was just here,” The three women stared at each other, apprehensive looks built into their faces at the news, “He’s on his way to arrest all three of you right now.”

Raven and Abby couldn’t stop staring at the air, and realization finally passed over Y/N’s face. 

How Abby had gotten the pressure regulator so quickly.

“You gave Nygel morphine.” She announced, an angry look crawling across Abby’s face.

“She turned me in,” Abby shut off the tablet, her knuckles growing white as she gripped the broken dashboard before turning to Raven, “How much longer?”

“Twenty minutes.”

Abby slammed her hand against the metal, pushing away to go meet Kane, “They’re gonna be here in five.” She turned toward the both of them, “No matter what happens you launch that pod you hear me? You get the ground, find Clarke and radio back. Three hundred innocent people will die if you don’t.”

Y/N nodded, finally understanding the brevity of the situation. This wasn’t just about Clarke anymore. This wasn't about Finn or Bellamy anymore. This was about saving three hundred innocent people. 

“Abby, they’ll float you,” Raven spoke softly, head shaking in fear.

The doctor stared off into space, resigning herself to her fate, “Then they float me, tell Clarke I love her.”

The two women nodded and went back to work, cutting their time in half as Ravne barked orders while she worked on the pressure regulator, ready to launch at any moment. The part squealed and steamed and Raven muttered a desperate plea, “Come on, Come on,” The part only quieted when she turned the dial backward, hitting her hand against the leather seats, “Dammit!”

Y/N stared hopelessly at the broken pressure regulator, gritting her teeth, “She gave us a bad part.” She spoke as anger laced her voice, meeting Raven’s gaze, searching for another solution. 

They latched their eyes onto the two spacesuits Abby had procured for them. Before either of them knew what was happening, they settled into the worn seats, pressing several buttons as the two overlapped hands to push the ignition forward, sending the pod hurtling toward Earth.

I’ve had this plot bunny running around in my head for a while now, so maybe there will be a part two. Who knows?

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[achliegh]

Grounded

Okay SO I really like Leo, I resonate with him as a character and his personality is like mine yet he is actually a good person. I don’t really know how to write happy, lovey-Dovey shit it makes me very uncomfortable and I just can’t. SO imma make this boy suffer but its just me projecting okay. Sorry Leo I Love you. Please read at your own risk, this is not an easy angst and can trigger people. Most of this is me venting through my own struggles in life and how I have handled them.

CW/TW: Food, Past Abusive relationship, Anxiety, Depression, Panic Attack, past age difference relationship (Illegal)

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Besides Luka, I made him up, don’t care for him tho

Coming off the ice with everyone was unusual to say the least, every normal day Leo would stay and practice with Kasey and their goalie coach. The Goalie Coach was sick and so was all their family. So today Leo and Kasey got off early and were able to shower and mess around with the other guys. Leo was so excited to drive home with his boys, he couldn’t stop smiling.

After a cool down, a shower and a few towel snaps to his ass from a rambuncis Kuny and James, they were walking out of the locker room to the players lounge. A “ding” came from Leo's phone and he went to look but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw coach Arthur talking to someone who looked very familiar. They were laughing at something Coach said, his boys looked back to him and Logan raised an eyebrow as Finn followed Leo's gaze.

“Shit” Leo went to move his hands to grab his hair but forgot his phone was in his hand and dropped it. His phone landed loudly on the floor making everyone look at him, but the only person he saw was Luka. Luka was Leo’s Ex-Boyfriend, they started dating when Leo was only 15 and Luka was 19, he used Leo as a toy! He made him do things he didn’t want to and act in a way that was cruel and he hurt him, in more ways than one. And… Leo thought he loved him. Looking back on everything he realized that this wasn’t a healthy relationship but it was his first real relationship.

“Leo?” Luka was staring at him surprised for a moment then an evil smirk started to slowly spread across his face. He was stupidly gorgeous and that was how he tricked people into relationships. His sharp brown eyes, his light hair practically white from bleach with his dark eyebrows, his giant muscular arms covered in tattoos and one of those just happen to be a Leo constellation. Leo was gonna be sick.

He could feel himself holding his breath practically waiting for something to cause him to crash. He knew his eyes were panicked so he decided to go complete goalie, no emotion, just nothing. He picked up his phone dusting it off and looked at his boys. Logan was concerned and Finn was just outright confused.

“You two know each other?” Finn asked when Leo finally met his eye, he had never mentioned anything about this guy or shown them pictures like he did with all his other friends back home. Yeah there were very few friends back home but maybe he only had a few friends! Finn never thought that Leo would have hid a whole person from them. Finn looked back at this man and saw this smirk, it was almost seductive and he was looking Leo up and down as if he was this guy's next meal. Then it clicked, this had to be an ex or maybe a one night stand, they knew Leo had the most sexual experience so it was plausible. But why Hide him?

Logan stepped towards Leo not having noticed Luka at all and put a hand on his forearm. Leo full on flinched away and so did Logan. Logan had seen Leo have panic attacks and knew when he needed contact and when he needed to be alone based on his mental state. Looking into his boyfriend's eyes, he needed to be alone. He turned and looked at Finn who was analysing the new guy so he grabbed Leo's hand slowly and started leading him out the door and towards the car. This caught Finn's attention and he followed them as they all silently got into the car.

Leo had completely shut down; he couldn’t think, speak, breath, or really do anything without feeling like he was 15 again. He shut everything out and put in his airpods turning his music up as loud as he could so no one could ask him questions. He gripped his sweatpants through his pockets where he stuffed his hands to keep from fidgeting and closed his eyes.

Finn reached for Logan's hand and squeezed it looking back at their boyfriend and then back at him. “I think that guy and Leo have a past.”

“From Leo's reaction I can guess that it wasn’t a good past.”

“Should we try to talk to him about this or should we wait until he talks to us?” Finn started the car and started driving back to the apartment but the only thing on his mind were the millions of questions slamming around. “What did you think about that guy?” he pulled into the parking garage and was looking for a spot.

“I wasn’t really paying attention to him. I was trying to figure out how I should approach Leo in a way that wouldn’t send him spiraling.” he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as Finn pulls into a parking spot. Leo was out the door so fast and he took the stairs up to the apartment instead of the elevator. The two left in the vehicle looked at each other for a second then both got out and ran after their boy. When they finally got to the apartment the door was still open and they could hear reaching sounds from the hallway bathroom.

Panicked Finn closed the door after them and grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen as Logan ran into the bathroom. Logan knelt next to Leo who had his arms crossed over the seat of the toilet with his forehead resting on his forearms. He was shaking in small tremors as everything, all the memories all the hurt came flooding back to him at once. Logan tried to set a comforting hand on his back.

Leo scrambled away wiping his mouth fitting his giant body into the small space between the toilet and the bathtub, curling in on himself raising his hands to block his face. “Don’t touch me! Don’t hurt me!” he started sobbing covering his face with his hands as Logan and Finn watched with their hearts hurting.

Both of them were wondering what happened to Leo to cause this. This level of fear wasn’t caused by a bad break up or a terrible one night stand. This was intense and made both of them sick with sadness. After about an hour Leo finally started calming down and the boys never left his side but also gave him space.

“Leo, baby it's Finn.” He came further into the bathroom from where he was standing in the doorway. He took the cap off the water bottle and was holding it out to Leo not wanting to trigger Leo again. Leo looked out from behind his hands at him and his heart broke with Leo's wide scared eyes being the brightest blue he’d ever seen, even with a puffy face and red rimmed eyes Leo still tugged at Finn's heart in a good way. It almost made him feel guilty because Leo was struggling right now. “ Can you drink some of this for me please?” He held the water a little closer to him and Leo took it, shakily, he took a chug big enough to empty half the bottle.

Just from that one drink Leo started to feel queasy all over again, still breathing hard but slowly coming back to himself, he needed to hear and feel his boys to ground him. He reached for Finn, dropping the water bottle and having it spill on the ground as he pulled himself out of his small space and into Finn's arms, gripping him like a lifesaver in the middle of the ocean. “Please say something, anything, I don’t care” He looked up to logan from over finns shoulder and reached for him as well.

“Why don’t we go get changed and get into bed mon coeur?” Logan grabbed his hand and was looking right into Leo’s soul, he felt himself nod because he was going to start crying again because of how much love he was slowly remembering he had. They stood him up slowly, he didn’t realize it but they must have flushed the toilet during his panic because he only saw clean now. They took him out of his clothes and laid him in bed in just his underwear, as requested, Skin on skin was needed right now. They crawled into bed, Leo rested his head on Finn's shoulder intertwining their hands as Logan laid his head on his chest. “We love you mon soleil” Logan would whisper to him over and over.

“We love you forever” Finn would run his thumb over Leo's hand and whisper into his hair.

Leo decided that these two lovely boys needed to know what happened and Leo needed to let them know for their own safety. He had been talking to Heather about this stuff for the year he was with the lions but it never felt like enough. He knew the boys had noticed his odd behavior, jumping when the phone rang or a door slammed too hard, anyone raising their voice around him (especially those two), and always apologizing as soon as one of them looked slightly annoyed.

“His name was Luka, the guy Arthur was talking to. He’s my Ex and…” he trailed off his hand that was tracing patterns on Logans back stilling as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “He has done a lot of bad things to me, I mean we started dating when he was 19, he is four years older than me. So, I felt like I needed to do everything he said I mean I was just a kid! I lost my virginity to him! I would do anything he told me to, whether it was something I was comfortable with or not. He.. he would threaten or hit me if I didn’t do what he said. I learned to do everything he said and momma was so scared for me but I was an idiot and believed I could handle myself. She never saw the bruises but she knew something was happening. I-I couldn’t take it anymore and I ran away from him one night and he said he would always know where I am and whose in my life and I never wanted anyone to feel trapped with me so that was the other reason why I never watched to get attached to anyone at all when I got drafted even though it was a year after I left him. Seeing him today-” everything came spilling out like he couldn’t stop and he was crying again with sobs wracking his body as his boys clung to him in a desperate plea to prove he was safe.

“Leo, we will always be there for you no matter what. We will protect you.” Logan was talking in a slow soothing voice as he wiped away his tears and kissed his forehead. “Nothing changes the way we love you” Finn was squeezing his hand and had tears pricking his own eyes as everything Leo spilled to them was just setting into his mind. HIS Leo was treated that way by a man the same age as he is. Finn couldn’t imagine treating anyone like that.

“We don’t make you feel trapped, do we? I mean we are the same age as him, but I want you to know that I could never hurt you like that Leo, I can’t even think about something like that happening to you.” A few tears fall as he wraps his free arm around both his boys holding tightly.

"I'm so happy you told us Peanut" Logan saw the tiniest smile at the pet name. "I won't ever let him touch you again! If we ever make you feel like that in any way please tell us"

“You could never make me feel that, I feel the safest I have in a long time with you two. You keep me grounded.”

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Opposites Attract pt. 1 (Balor/Reader)

Summary: Reader is Balor’s complete opposite, and yet he finds himself drawn to her gentle and angelic behavior. He takes her back to his kingdom one night and discovers that she’s not as innocent as she claims to be.

(A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to you all! I hope you all have found love on this day in any form it may be in. And if not, I hope that this will bring some into your life ^^. There will be a second part to this and yes, it will include smut XD)

(Y/n): your name

Bolded text is Balor speaking.

Finn could feel Balor’s jealousy begin to flow through his veins as he watched Drew approach your table, Dolph flanking his left side. You were absorbed in your conversation with Natalya and Alicia before the Scottish man’s large hand slammed down harshly onto the table, startling the three of you and drawing your eyes to his own lingering ones.

“Hello, (Y/n),” he breathed, his gaze raking down chest in your sleeveless RAW tee. Finn could see how uncomfortable you where, noting how your arms gave way to slight shakes and how you began to scratch at your palm.

“H-Heya, Drew,” you said as you moved your chair back slightly. His dominating aura was not what you expected to encounter that Monday, especially so early in the afternoon. Glancing at the two women next to you, you could see their eyes narrow and twitch in the direction of the Scotsman and his blonde friend. For once, you thanked them for how protective of you they were.

You gave him a meek wave and brushed some hair in front of your face to hide yourself from his stare, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pulled up his own chair, spinning it around and throwing himself down onto it without breaking eye contact. Alicia’s grip on your thigh tightened as a sly grin made its way onto his face, and you could feel the tension between your two girls and him grow immensely.

Drew’s breath reeked of stale beer, and you wondered about how far you could lean back before the chair you sat in gave out and you fell on your ass. He leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at the three of you, making a show out of glancing at your disgusted faces.

He turned his attention to you and asked, “Say, (Y/n), why don’t you an’ I get th’ hell outta here with me an’ Dolph over here and go have some real fun? Just th’ three of us.”

He tried to make a move towards you but you moved away, attempting to hide yourself inside your shirt. The two men gave a roar of laughter at your meekness and sighed, your hold on Alicia’s wrist slipping.

At last, her anger burst through the folds. “Listen here, you drunk motherfu-”

“I think that’s enough outta you, McIntyre.”

The five of you went silent as a hand fell onto the Scot’s shoulder and turned him around. There stood an angry Finn, eyebrows furrowed with rage and veins almost bursting out of his biceps. His aura spread across the entire room, rendering everyone else to their metaphorical knees.

Dolph, being the brave but stupid foot soldier that he is, felt the need to step up to the angry Irishman and poke his finger into his chest. “Oh yeah? What are you, of all people, gonna do about it?”

Lashing his own hand out, he pulled the blonde’s arm away from him and gripped his wrist tight. The twist he gave his arm made him scream out in pain, his face being slammed into the table. The shock made you, Alicia, and Nattie jump out of fear and surprise.

“That’s what I’m gonna do about it,” he uttered in a cold voice. “Now, get him and yourself outta here before I do some real damage.”

He released Ziggler’s arm and stepped back, allowing him to stand back up and lead Drew out of catering before throwing a nasty look his way. As soon as the duo was gone, he pivoted and overlooked the three of you. “Are you all alright?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Nattie answered, taking a hold of one of your shaking hands. “Thanks for coming when you did. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

Alicia pouted, crossing her arms and huffing. “I know what I would have done. I would have punched him and Dolph in their smug faces.”

“Oh, you would so do that,” Nattie teased, getting up and brushing off her legs. The two of them said their goodbyes to both you and Finn and kissed your forehead, waving as they headed to their locker rooms to change. It felt like hours had gone by when they left until he cleared his throat, garnering your attention.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)? They didn’t hurt ya in any way, did they?”

You were quick to shoot down his second question, shaking your head rapidly as your hair swished in front of your face. “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

He continued to stand there for a few moments until he said, “I could walk ya to your locker room, if ya want.”

You could see him scratch at the nape of his neck and blush like a teenager, and that made you do the same. Getting up, you pushed in your chair and shuffled to the door, glancing behind you and giving him the signal to follow you. The two of you exited the room and you cradled your elbow in your free hand as he followed closely behind.

As the two of you made your way to the door with your name marked onto it, you stopped and felt his presence radiating from behind you. You turned and looked up at him, your eyes soft and gentle.

“Thanks again for walking me here, Finn,” you whispered, reaching up and and twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. The coloring in your cheeks didn’t seem to want to cease, and you were desperate for an exit.

He brushed a hand over his face, replying, “Don’t mention it, (Y/n). Just didn’t want anyone else coming onto ya like Drew did.”

Ask her out, you fool.

“Shut it before I lock you out again.”

You peered up at him, asking, “Where you talking to me?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his beard again as he commented, “Not at all, darling. I’m just gonna head back and watch the rest of the show. I’ll see ya around (Y/n).”

And with that, he spun around and began walking back to catering, leaving you stunned.

He… he called me “darling”…

He waited for you near the curtain as you walked up the ramp after your win against Sarah Logan. You could feel the adrenaline running through your veins when you passed the curtain, but as soon as you saw him, it all ran ice cold. The feeling of him brushing against your arm sent goosebumps flying across the flesh.

“(Y/n)! I was hoping to catch you here.”

You couldn’t stop the stutter in your voice as you spoke. “Y’Yeah, Finn. What’d you n-need?”

“I wanted to ask you… uh….” The words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth, even though he had practiced them right after he had left you at your locker room. “I wanted to… to know if you-”

Oh for fuck’s sake, you poor, stuttering fool. Move aside.

The shudder that zapped into his body didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you saw the blacks of his pupils absorb the blues and whites of his eyes, leaving behind inky pools of dark. His back straightened and he straightened the “Balor Club Worldwide” tee that he was wearing.

Carding his fingers together, he said, “I wanted to know if you were free this weekend. I wanted to take you out to eat. Will you join me?”

Something took over your body and through his bluntness, you nodded and he smirked.

“That’s great, (Y/n). I’ll meet you at your place. Text me the address, will you?”

He walked away directly after, leaving you stunned for the second time in a row that night, and then reality walked into your mind and hit you with a sack of bricks.

“I have a fucking date with… holy shit!” you exclaimed, rushing as fast as you could back to your locker room to grab your things and head out for the night.

The following Saturday, you paced anxiously in front of your apartment door as you waited for him to arrive, running your hands through your hair another time. Trying to heed your friends’ advice was difficult as is, but you weren’t going on a date with just anybody. This was Finn Balor: a man that exuded confidence and sexual prowess with every step. And with Balor inside of his body...

Your fingers continued to pick at the cuffs of your white off-the-shoulder top and your thoughts continued to roam down a narrow path.

You were just… you. You were nothing special, especially compared to someone like him. The majority of your dates seemed to make fun of your apparent shy and good-hearted nature, and you weren’t sure it you could handle that coming from the man who held your heart in his hands.

You’ll be fine, you thought, looking at your phone. He should be here soon. He might be your complete, utter opposite but that’s ok. Doesn’t that trope always work out on TV?

A knock on your door pulled you away from your head and you picked at your black leggings, giving yourself a quick look in a nearby mirror before slipping on a pair of flats. Opening the door slowly, there stood the man himself, clad in a black and red silk suit jacket and some black dress pants. The first few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt where unbuttoned, and in that moment you felt severely under-dressed.

Looking down at your choice of attire, you uttered, “Y-You told me to dress casually for tonight, but I can go back upstairs and change into something more fancy if we’re going someplace nicer than what I pictured. Not that you’re gonna take me anywhere gross, because I know you have standards and oh God, now I’m rambling and I sound like a complete fo-”

You felt a finger press to your lips gently. Removing it, he used it to then lift your chin and look you in the eye with his cold, but comforting lighter ones.

“You don’t have to change for anything, sweetheart,” he spoke, his breath fanning out across your face. “This is fine for now. Everything will be taken care of when we get there.”

You didn’t realize how close he was until he was leaning down to look at you, and you took a moment to gaze over the softness in his face and the slight redness flushing his cheeks, paired with those perfectly shaped lips of his…

“Wait, where are we going? You never specified.”

A laugh was heard as he placed two finger against your temple. “You’ll find out soon enough. After all, you did want to get to know me better.”

A wave of nauseousness rolled over you as you felt your legs buckle underneath you. Your vision soon grew blurrier and blurrier, and the sounds around you became more warbled and joined together. Before the darkness claimed you, you felt a soft pair of arms wrap around your torso and hold you close to a solid chest. You peered up at Finn’s face to see twin black eyes staring directly back at you. A grin slid onto his face and he let out a small chuckle.

“This is going to be a very interesting night,” he spoke, the tone of his voice echoing in your ear as you faded to black…

…

…

...

...until you abruptly woke up, sputtering out a gasp and holding your chest. Wiping the sweat from your forehead with your hand, you looked down to see your clothes and your shoes still on. But, a closer look around the room proved that you were not anywhere you knew.

The bedroom around you contained various shades of grey, black, and red, including some of the most lavish items you’d ever seen. You splayed your fingers out onto the soft sheets below and held them, turning around to see the vast seat of pillows behind you.

Where am I? you wondered as you slid from the wine colored bedspread, your feet softly hitting the grey carpet below you. Another quick look around the room led you to one of the chairs near the door, a long black and red dress hanging from its back. Attached to the seat was a note and you gingerly unfolded it, taking in a breath at the name on the bottom.

Dearest (Y/n),

I’m sorry that I made you black out earlier in your apartment. The way to my home isn’t… conventional, so I had to shield you from it.I hope you can forgive me. I can assure you nothing happened to you during the time from your apartment to now. You have my word.

Along the sides of this chair lies an new ensemble for you to wear for dinner tonight. Don’t worry, everything is in your size. I got a little help from a few of your friends. Please join me downstairs whenever you are ready. I can’t wait to see where the night takes us, darling.

Yours truly, Balor

The note fluttered out of your hands and onto the ground as you felt your head start to spin. “Well, that explains the black eyes… and me passing out…” you mumbled, glancing at the chair draped over the ornate wooden seat. Lifting it revealed it to be a floor length blood red gown with a sheer black lace top, complete with a black belt holding the two to each other. Underneath the chair was a pair of sleek black heels, and you wondered how much all of this costed him.

Thank God for strapless bras, you thought, slipping off your shirt and out of you leggings and folding them. Placing them on the bed behind you, you unzipped the back of the dress and slid it on. The lace was surprisingly soft against the skin of your arms, and the dress itself fit perfectly. The shoes did as well, moving them from underneath the chair and sitting back down on the bed to put them on. A large floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed conveniently next to you, and you hesitate to take a look at yourself.

You looked… good. You felt good. All your best features were shown, and you loved it. You felt sexy, powerful, and ready to take on the man waiting for you downstairs.

You felt dominant.

Spinning around to get another angle, you said, “Never thought this would be the thing to make me feel this way but hey, I’ll take it.”

With a quick drag of your fingers through your hair, you left the room, the soft clacking of the heels echoed throughout the dark and empty hallway as you stepped outside. Suddenly, the candles lining the walls around you came to life, giving the area a surprisingly soft glow. As you started your voyage to the stairs, you dragged your fingertips along the carvings of the dark oak walls near you and the shining silver candelabras that held the lights.

“Ah, you’re finally here. I was beginning to worry.”

The deep voice drew your head towards the bottom of the stairs and you saw him, still clad in the suit from earlier. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you slowly walked down to Balor and his eyes roamed down your body. Taking the hand he outstretched to you, you looked away from his lingering gaze and the two of you made your way to the dining room. He could see your fascination with his home, and loved how wide your eyes got when you saw something you liked on the walls.

Finally, a large wooden door opened to reveal his dining area, complete with a long black marble table that held even more candles, a bouquet of roses near one of the seats, plates of food, and two glasses of red wine ready for you.

He squeezed your hand and pointed up, directing you to the glass roof that exposed the most clear night sky you’ve ever had the beauty of seeing. You felt your mouth open slightly as you gasped and saw the millions of stars shine above you.

His hand grazed your jaw, and you turned to face him. “The stars in the sky tonight don’t even shine half as bright as you do, my dear,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And close your mouth, (Y/n). You might catch flies.”

He chuckled at his little jab and moved towards the head of the table, you wiping your now sweaty palms on the sides of your gown. Pulling out the chair next to him, you sat down and looked down at your lap, the emptiness of the room seeming to seep into your skin.

“So, it is true. Was he okay with it?”

He raised his eyebrow. “What’s true, darling?”

Lifting your hands, you gestured towards Balor and the midnight pools that were his eyes. His posture was too straight, his actions too flirty. This was Balor: a manipulator at heart and a piece of the man you loved. The man before you grinned slyly, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward.

“Yes, it’s true, and he’s fine with me taking the wheels for our little get-together tonight. We are very much alike, him and I.”

Your chair suddenly scooched forward and you were face to face with him, the look in his eyes a mischievous one. “But, unlike him, I had the balls to ask you out first.”

Another faint gasp left your lips and he began to roar with laughter. “What, you actually believed he planned all of this? Please, you’re in my kingdom now, (Y/n).”

His smile seemed to stretch for miles, his blinding white teeth looking as if they were growing and becoming sharper. You don’t know why but him looking at you in such a manner made your core wet, causing you to squirm in your seat. The room soon fell quiet after a few moments until a loud growling came from your stomach, your face growing as hot as the candles around you.

“Eat, dear,” he said, the smell of the food in front of you now too enticing to ignore. “We can continue our conversations as the night goes on. After all, I do want to get to know you better.”

And talk you did. In between bites of food and sips of wine, you shared small stories about yourself and your interests, throwing some things about your personal life as well. Throughout it, Balor said very few words - only commenting a few times - but was very attentive to the little movements you made while you spoke of your home.

He noticed how your shoulders would vibrate with energy as you talked about subjects you loved, and how your eyebrows furrowed when discussing topics that gave you distaste. He saw you eyes sparkle when you began speaking about your family and how you got to the WWE. You were too into your thoughts, but he listened to you and saw the little things.

And all of those little things made his cold heart a little bit warmer.

Time seemed to slow down in the dining room as the two of you continued to chat, laughter and jabs pouring out of you both. Over time, your hand drifted onto and across the table, slipping into one of his free ones. Balor closed his hand around your much smaller one and looked up, seeing how worked up and buoyant you became.

At that moment, a loud chime was heard from down the hall and you stopped mid-sentence. Looking up at the ceiling, you were able to see the stars much more clearly. They seemed to shine even more like celestial diamonds as you rose from your seat, removing your hand from Balor’s soft hold and clasping them together.

Glancing at the door, you asked, “The clock chime… what did it mean? How long have we been in here?”

He snapped his fingers and the dishes and the decor that littered the table was gone, save for a single red rose in front of your chair. “Oh, that? That means that it’s midnight, darling.”

“Midnight?! I didn’t realize we were talking for so long!”

You placed a hand to your chest and felt your heart beat faster, turning your head to face him. He picked up the rose from the table and placed it behind your ear before moving his hand to caress your jaw.

“There, there, sweetheart. The conversations we had were an amazing way to pass the time. They only made me fall for you even harder than before.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist as he dragged the tips of his fingers along the grooves of the lace on your dress. Leaning forward, you caught a whiff of a smell that was undeniably his and felt his lips press against your forehead, his beard brushing against your nose and cheek.

“There’s a choice to make here, (Y/n). I won’t force you to stay, but I would love to continue this little rendezvous of ours,” he whispered against your temple, pulling you close. “Would you like to stay the night with me?”

Throughout the entirety of your dinner, you could feel a voice pounding at the back of your head. You had silenced it before but now it was getting louder, almost as if it was screaming through a megaphone connected to a billion speakers.

Take him.

Claim his heart just as he claimed yours.

Make him yours.

Show him how much you care for him.

Make him beg for you.

Show him who’s in charge.

Dominate him.

Stay. The. Night.

You slid your hands up his chest and gripped the lapels of his twin colored suit jacket. You could feel a newfound surge of confidence roll through your body like a wave, and you could see his shock as your eyes grew dark with lust.

“You got yourself a deal, Balor. I’ll stay the night. Let’s see where this ‘rendezvous’ takes us now.”

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[sassysweetstories]

Empress Part 9

Summary: You’re apart of the 100. You’re very bad-ass and don’t take shit from no-one. However, the longer you’re on earth, the more complicated things become.

Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Dimitri!Grounder x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, crying, angst, swearing, minor smut, fighting,mentions of abuse, blood, gore, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. i realize not all of this is side by side accurate to the show, bare with me. i hope you enjoy!

Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317@bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19@violence-and-velvet @lachicadelamanzana @teenwolfbitches2

First P.O.V

I groan in pain, dropping my food supplies as Bellamy growls into my ear. “Traitor.” He hisses like a snake. His grip tightening around my neck and shoulders to keep me contain. “You’ve been seeing a grounder?! Have you been feeding him information, too?!” His grip is too much, too painful it’s getting harder to breathe. I twist his arm and push him as far away from me as I can, pulling out a knife to defend myself. “Bellamy let me explain-” He cuts me off by screaming. “I knew you were a snake! The little princess isn’t so clean, after-all!” My voice is twice the rage he was expecting and it takes both of us by surprise. “MAN, YOU JUST LOVE THE SOUND OF YOUR OWN VOICE, DON’T YOU?! JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” Maybe because my hands tremble that he finally silences. Not out of pity but out of something more painful. 

I sigh, “Dimitri. That’s his name. He saved my life one of the earlier nights when we first arrived. I thought he was going to kill me, I was sure of it. But when he didn’t, I realized he was just as curious about me as I was about him. He’s not from Lincoln’s clan. There are more clans all over the world. I have saved his people before and they have protected me. I haven’t told anyone about our plans or our people, I swear to you! Dimitri and I would meet and he taught me things about earth, including the language. I told him stories about the books we read when we were kids and the stars. That’s it.” He never puts his weapon down but his eyes are sad and angry, much like when Octavia confessed about seeing Lincoln. He hates the idea but can’t stop her, even when he tried. “Why were you kissing him?” He gulps down some saliva, not really wanting the answer I provide. “I have feelings for him. Please, Bellamy. I know you hate me-” 

He scoffs, disgusted by the statement. “I don’t hate you.” I dare to lower my weapon, perplexed. An uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I await for more of an explanation. “I don’t like that you’re right a lot. You actually weren’t half bad.” He pauses for a moment, almost eyeing me with distaste. I know the following statement he makes will break me more than I care to admit, a tinge of regret. “I thought you were more than this. I thought you were better than us, than me. Turns out that’s a lie. Your secret is safe, for now.” A small warning: a threat. Make one wrong move and I will take everything you love away. His posture seems to scream. I had the potential of being friends with Bellamy but I don’t know how he’ll view me now. Maybe as a monster for all I know. I walk a few steps ahead, half expecting him to literally stab me in the back. We melt into the flow of the groups movements. He forces a smile in Octavia’s direction and nods to Clarke. 

I flank Octavia’s side and half expect Bellamy to glare at me in disgust but he looks more disappointed than anything. There’s a pang of guilt in my heart, a feeling I can’t control despite how much I want to. I have no reason to feel the way that I do but still my emotions alter everything and get the best of me. Especially with how much I don’t owe the Ark or my “people” anything. And though my secret is out to him, it is only he who knows about Dimitri. I’m glad nobody else does. Whether he comes out about my secret is a worry for another day. Right now I need to make sure I get my people out and away from this camp. Octavia and I fall into line a few feet away from Bellamy, Clarke and Jasper. “Alright Octavia, is there anything else we need to look forward to if we slip from the grounders?” 

She shook her head, probably glad for the conversation. “Lincoln told me just to get us far away from the first wave of grounder troops. Once we’re away we should be fine.” We walk for another ten minutes until I feel a chill trace up my spine. Both Octavia and Jasper take notice and stop, causing everyone’s movements to cease. “You felt that, too? Didn’t you?” Octavia asks, unsheathing her weapon. She’s becoming better at reading a situation than most. I turn to answer her question when an arrow lodges itself into one of the kids a few bodies away. He dies on impact, falling to the ground instantaneously. We have no time to mourn for another child gone as Jasper banshee shrieks to our people. “GROUNDERS!!! RETREAT!!” 

The arrows and chaos around us make our movements quick. So fast, I don’t even realize we’re already back inside camp grounds. When Raven is in the drop-ship secured, and far from harm, Bellamy and Clarke take the ladder, guns at the ready while the troopers take their mark. “Why aren’t they attacking?” Bellamy asked, frustrated. But Clarke and I already know. “We’re doing exactly what they wanted us to do..” She turned over her shoulder to Octavia, blonde hair whipping as she does so. “The first troop are scouts, right?” The young girl nodded to my right. “We can take them! It’s what Lincoln would do!” Bellamy huffed, clearly more angry than before. “I’m done doing what that stupid grounder would do! We listened to him and it got Drew killed!” So that was the boy that died. The thought makes my stomach churn. 

Finn scoffed, “That grounder saved our lives! I agree with Octavia! For all we know there’s one scout out there!” I nod along, “Me too. If we move fast we’ll slip out but we’re just sitting ducks if we stay.” Bellamy takes my voice in stride, fully prepared to fight even in times like these. “If we don’t fight, we die! You’re a coward!” And though I’m a few inches shorter than him, I don’t back down from the challenge. “Or am I smarter than you, Blake?! We stay, we rot! It’s obvious. If we move, we live another day!” Octavia pushes us apart, more focused on Clarke than our bickering. “Clarke, we can still do this..” I sigh as people look from her and I. Bellamy may have people listening but he doesn’t have their heart and soul. He lifts his chin up, glancing back at Clarke. “Looking to you, princess. Whats it gonna be?” 

When she sighs, I know I’ve lost this battle. “Scouts, more than one. Finn, they’re already here-” Clarke looks back at Bellamy, almost defeated. “Looks like you got your fight-” I cuss under my breath before stalking off to my tent to grab all of my weapons available. Octavia finds me shortly and we make our way towards one of our foxholes. Bellamy grabs her by the arm, muttering something so softly I couldn’t hear it if I tried. I linger, watching the young boy and admiring the camp for what could be my last time. We did pretty well. When she returns to me, I can’t help but smile a little. She looks so strong standing by herself. When I look back at Bellamy, I notice he’s already looking directly at me. His gaze is different from before. Almost like they’re full of longing. 

When he’s not being a total ass, he’s quite handsome. Instead of following Octavia, I draw closer to him. “I think this is a stupid plan and I’m sure you’re acting out cause of fear but you’re not half bad, Blake.” I say, stretching out my hand for him to take. Hesitantly, he grasps my palm. His warmth sends chills down my spine. Bellamy doesn’t pull away. “We’re both gonna live.” I snicker at the crude comment, pulling away before asking, “What makes you think so?” He laughs for the first time despite the situation. “Cause we’re both arrogant and headstrong.” I smile wide at the honest joke before following his sister. My grin falters the further I walk, mumbling. “I sure hope you’re right, Bellamy..” 

Octavia leaves shortly and with one quick glance, I know she’ll be okay. Though I am not armed with a gun, I still feel safe in the dark of the foxholes. They hoot at the movements but I don’t see anything fall. Bellamy comes tumbling into the makeshift hole. “Don’t shoot! We’re wasting bullets! Where’s Octavia?!” He turns to me. With one glance, I reassure him but tread lightly nonetheless. He holds valuable information that could be my downfall. “She’s okay, Bellamy.” Our radio com starts to explode suddenly. “THEY’RE EVERYWHERE!” For the first time in a long time, my hands begun to tremble and heart beat quicken with fear. I can’t think of the worst outcome. I won’t gain anything from making myself anxious. I make my way over to the other side of the camp, running past some of the kids who duck in fear. 

Bellamy follows close by, almost on my tail when a large mass smacks the Blake boy down to the ground. Quickly, I turn around and stand between him and the grounder that’s slipped through. Before he could attack, a large sword ran straight through his chest. Octavia stands over the body with a coy smile. “You see that, big brother?” He laughs lightly before both our expressions fall. An arrow slashes her shoulder and Octavia falls into my arms. I don’t know when Lincoln arrives but I’m nothing short from relieved when I see him.  I can take care of her but we have to go now.” He says softly, urgency in his tone. I watch Bellamy struggle to let his baby sister go. I put my hand on his cheek and nod. “Go. Take care of her.” I can see the broken expression on his face as he watches his sister leave with a stranger. 

Once they’re out of sight, we walk off towards the fence. “HOLD THE LINE!!” Clarke screams to the gunmen trembling at their posts. I glance through the peephole and gasp. They’ve broke the first of our defense. A few bodies lay on the dirt, unidentifiable. Clarke comes out from the drop-ship again, dripping with sweat and stress. “Those who don’t have guns, make your way into the drop-ship! Jasper’s done it!” They move quickly with panicked faces. This is the end of the camp, I can feel it. I take a deep breath and prepare for the wall to break. The walls; our protection system crumbles and the grounders swarm in, one after another. They never seem to stop. There are at least twenty grounders blocking us from the safety inside the drop-ship. 

I do my best to protect Bellamy and myself from the men that run towards us. One hits him hard and I’m forced to protect both sides of the conflict. As he falls, Finn comes out from behind, shooting and knocking more men out of the way. I pull Bellamy up to Finn’s side. They stumble and fight while Clarke gets as much of our people into the drop-ship as she can before closing it. All of a sudden, I’m thrown down to the ground, slipping and falling down the hill. Sticks, rocks and dirt collide with my skin, roughly tearing me into two before I come to a rough stop. My forehead feels wet while my temple aches and throbs against my cranium. With wobbly feet, I stand, putting the majority of my weight onto the nearest tree. All I can feel is throbbing pain. I’m so tired. Despite my body screaming for release, I pull out the last weapon I have and attempt to stand, shifting from foot to foot. The black mass grows into two and then three as my vision beings to blur. Suddenly, everything goes dark. 

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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.