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Ooooh, I can't wait to see where this goes!

Great start, anon. I can't wait for more.

I definitely need this. And a little bit of humiliation would be brilliant !

Sorry for the late reply!! I'm 200% for it.

Intriguing start, anon! Can't wait for the rest!

This is everything. Holy shit. Thank you.

holy shit

I'm addicted to your kylux fills, author nonnie. A+ filth.

The plinth in the centre of the room was untouched by the erosion and weathering that affected the rest of the ruin. The carvings around the base were deep and written in some arcane script. Rey approached. Her senses hummed with the Force as she strained to detect any threats.

On top of the plinth rested a long metal cylinder. The artefact would have been recognisable as a lightsaber even without the low-key ripple in the Force that surrounded it. Rey reached out to it, hesitating at the last moment. Her heart was beating too fast. She scowled and scrubbed her sweating palms against her robes. Then she snatched up the lightsaber.

The ruin stayed silent around her. Rey let out a long breath that she hadn’t noticed she been holding. As she turned to leave, a blue glow flickered in the corner of her vision. She spun around. There was nothing there, though something plucked at her sense of the Force. Rey stared at the empty room for a long moment before finally leaving.

///

Rey left the ancient lightsaber untouched for a full day. She spent her time building up a fire-pit and crude shelter before scouting the surrounding forest. The distractions eventually ran out. There was something about the weapon that made her uneasy, but the way it fitted together was fascinating and appealed to the mechanic in her.

Rey turned it around in her hands, noting the extra heft and its symmetrical design. It almost looked like two lightsabers. Rey frowned and attempted to activate it. Twin beams of red light appeared at either end, but instead of crackling, they were as unwavering as the one from her blue lightsaber. She held out the weapon for a better look, noting the similarities between it and a staff. Master Skywalker had begun teaching her lightsaber katas, but after years of relying on her staff, using another weapon felt wrong. A weapon like this one, however…

Rey let out a slow breath to centre herself. Her body moved into the first position of a simple set of exercises that she had developed for using her staff back on Jakku. The weight of the saberstaff was different, but the reach was familiar and her body sang with the welcome strain. Rey moved through two more sets and was just starting a third when she was interrupted.

‘Jedi.’

Rey swung around, pointing the lightsaber staff at the intruder. Pain flared against her rib as the other beam grazed her side. She yelped and swung the weapon out from her body. The figure standing before her gave an unimpressed look.

‘Who are you?’ Rey demanded.

The figure crossed his arms so that his hands disappeared inside his voluminous robes. Everything from his face to his garments was glowing blue and almost translucent. ‘Who are you that feels like a Jedi, but would wield a Sith weapon?’

Rey grimaced. ‘I’m glad someone thinks I feel like a Jedi. You still haven’t told me who you are and I asked first.’

The figure stared at her for a long moment. ‘I was the maker of that saberstaff.’

‘You were the maker?’

‘Yes. I died.’

‘Oh,’ Rey said. She powered down the saberstaff and took a step forward. ‘So what are you?’

The figure shrugged. ‘A ripple in the Force.’

‘Do you have a name?’ Rey asked.

‘Darth Maul.’

‘A Sith.’

The figure nodded.

‘I’m Rey.’

‘A Jedi.’

This time Rey shrugged. Darth Maul was silent for another moment. When he spoke again his words carried a hard edge. ‘Go back to the katas, but stop treating that weapon like a staff.’

‘Then how do I treat it?’ Rey asked, but Darth Maul had faded away.

///

On her second day Rey was sitting cross-legged on her sleeping roll. She breathed in and out to a steady beat. She extended her sense and tried to feel the Force. The threads surrounded her like a comfortable glow, but she couldn’t quite seem to settle.

‘What are you doing?’ Darth Maul asked. Rey opened one eye and tried to glare at the Sith.

‘I was meditating.’

‘You were not very peaceful, for a Jedi. I could feel your emotions.’

Rey glowered. ‘I know. That’s what Master Skywalker tells me every time. Why do you care, isn’t peace a lie?’

Maul’s eyes widened and then narrowed. ‘You know the Sith code?’ he asked sharply.

‘Master Skywalker says that forbidding knowledge of a thing only increases curiosity. I’ve heard your code.’ Rey smirked. ‘Is everything the Sith believe just the opposite of Jedi beliefs, or do you have original ideas?’

Maul tried to scowl at her, but one corner of his mouth twitched up in a reluctant smile. ‘The Sith evolved from Jedi. That is all.’

Rey stood up and stretched. ‘It looks like I’m not going to achieve inner serenity today.’

‘Why are you here, Jedi?’

‘I told you, my name is Rey.’

Maul met her eyes and shrugged. Rey glared. ‘I’m here because I needed a break from training,’ she admitted.

‘Were you called here?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know. I just needed to get away for a while.’

Maul regarded her for a long moment before he nodded. ‘Good. Pick up the saberstaff. I have better katas to teach you.’

Rey folded her arms. ‘And what makes you think I’m going to listen to you?’

‘It’s my weapon and I know how it works. You would be foolish to turn down instruction.’

///

Maul’s lessons quickly strengthened Rey’s ability with the saberstaff. She hadn’t burned herself in days and her body was adjusting to the gruelling katas that blended staff technique with lightsaber skills.

‘Better,’ Maul said as Rey finished the next exercise. He hadn’t needed to correct her grip or stance at all. ‘It is time to spar.’

Rey raised an eyebrow. ‘With you? How?’

A smile flashed across Maul’s face, briefly baring his teeth. He closed his eyes and drew a long, slow breath. His robes flickered and were replaced by tighter garments more suited to combat. A saberstaff, identical in form to the one Rey held, appeared in his hand. He engaged it and twin beams of light appeared from the ends, though they were limned in the same blue glow of the rest of Maul’s spirit. ‘Hold out your weapon,’ Maul instructed.

Rey slowly brought the saberstaff up in front of her. Maul raised his own weapon and slowly swept it through one end of hers. Rey blinked. She hadn’t felt anything physical at the contact, save for a brief ripple in the threads of the Force.

‘We cannot touch,’ Maul said. He brought his saberstaff back up and held it a hairsbreadth from hers. It almost looked like the beams were locked together mid strike. Then he began the first attack from a simple kata, still moving slowly and deliberately. Rey positioned her own weapon for the countering block. They both pulled their strikes so the beams from the mirrored lightsabers shimmered together. ‘But we can work on your control,’ Maul continued.

This time Rey initiated a strike and watched the way Maul flowed into the counter-block. They both held the final position, saberstaff to saberstaff, almost touching, but slightly apart. Maul held her eyes and gave the barest nod. Rey grinned at him and moved into the next strike.

They traded strikes and blocks, counter-strikes and dodges. It was taxing work to pull back at the last second every time and Rey’s arms soon ached with the strain. Every blow she landed through Maul’s insubstantial defences counted as a loss and merely highlighted a lack of control.

Maul never slowed for a moment. He didn’t seem to tire and instead commented on their bout. It was the most talkative he’d been since he had first appeared to her. ‘The saberstaff is a powerful weapon, but it requires absolute control.’ Maul blocked her next strike and then lashed out at her shoulder. Rey dodged.

‘You cannot treat it like a staff. You cannot let it touch your flesh.’ The katas gave Rey a foundation of moves to use, but against an opponent, her control started to slip. She hissed as her lower beam caught her calf. It was the sort of stupid mistake she never made during the exercises.

Maul frowned at her. ‘Feel the Force and use it to remain hyperaware of your weapon. Feel the way the crystals align to the Force. Hear their hum.’

Rey tried to empty her mind so she could focus on the Force, but the adrenaline of the fight was making it too difficult. Instead she felt a ferocity building inside her. Each strike she made began to express her aggression. This was everything that Master Skywalker had reprimanded her for again and again. That frustrating knowledge only fuelled her anger. She tried to back off and disengage but Maul pressed his attack with a renewed vigour.

‘No!’ he snarled, ‘don’t run from it, use it!’

Rey snarled back and turned her block into a counter strike half way through.

‘Good,’ said Maul.

The Force swirled around Rey, and with it came the awareness that Maul had spoken of. She felt the way the lightsaber crystals hummed in the Force and her awareness narrowed to the blades of her staff and those of her opponent. A knife-edged balance subsumed her. It was like standing in the eye of a storm. Emotions battered at the walls of her mind, but inside she had reached a harmony. It wasn’t the peaceful silence of Jedi meditation, but nor was it the dissonant notes of her anger. For now it felt like some great entity was plucking a chord through her whole being.

For the next span of time, she didn’t land a single strike. Instead, every movement of her saberstaff was fluid and precise. Time blurred and she only came back to herself when Maul stepped back and disengaged. Rey stumbled as the pattern dissolved around her. Her entire body was aching and she was drenched in sweat. Maul’s saberstaff powered down and his sparring gear flickered back into his usual robes. He nodded to her once. ‘Good.’

Rey gaped at him. ‘What was that?’

Maul shrugged, suddenly looking uneasy. ‘I don’t know,’ he admitted. ‘It wasn’t Jedi fighting, but I would have felt it if you had reached out to the dark side.’

‘Well whatever it was, it worked.’

Maul nodded again. ‘Yes. That is what matters.’

///

It had been a long day. Rey had built a fire, even though the night was balmy enough to forgo it. Her muscles were still protesting the earlier fight and a bit of extra heat helped. Maul was sitting beyond the fire and staring off into the night. He had taken to hanging around, even after their lessons were over. A lifetime of solitude sometimes made it difficult for Rey to be around others. However, Maul seldom spoke and his quiet presence didn’t tend to bother her.

Rey started stripping for sleep. When she was down to her undergarments, she stretched out on her sleeping roll. She idly moved a hand toward her waistband and trailed a hand between her legs.

‘What are you doing?’ Maul asked from across the fire.

‘Hmm?’ Rey said. She wasn’t really thinking about her actions. It was usual for her to touch herself before sleeping.

‘Are Jedi allowed to do that?’ Maul asked. He seemed caught between fascination and uneasiness.

Rey snorted. ‘I hope so. I mean, it’s never been emotional for me. It just feels good. Why, are Sith not allowed to?’

Maul looked away again. ‘It is not encouraged among my people. I do not know what is typical for Sith.’

‘Well, it would be a strange talk to have with your master.’

Maul muttered something under his breath. ‘My master was more concerned with combat. I was not taught much Sith lore.’

‘Oh.’ The fire crackled between them and the shifting of a log sent embers curling outward. Eventually Rey broke the silence. ‘So, can you,’ she made a crude gesture, ‘now? As a Force spirit?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Are you going to try?’

Maul looked up sharply. ‘What do you care?’

Rey shrugged. ‘You’re attractive.’

Maul watched her for a long moment. ‘Perhaps as a Jedi you feel in me the draw of the dark side.’

Rey grinned and then started laughing when Maul gave no indication that he was joking. ‘Not everything is about Sith and Jedi,’ she said as her mirth subsided. ‘I just like the way you prowl around and your tattoos are interesting.’ She had been speculating about their extent for some time.

‘We can’t touch,’ Maul pointed out. The words were mild, but his gaze was intent.

A slow smile spread across Rey’s face. ‘I know, but this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been with someone I couldn’t touch.’

Maul gave her an enquiring look.

‘My home planet had a large port. I’ve met a lot of different species and sometimes we just didn’t… match. Like if they sweated acid or fire from their skin.’ Rey shrugged. ‘It didn’t mean there was no way to have fun.’

Maul blinked. Rey raised an eyebrow at him.

‘Show me,’ he said briskly, tilting his chin in a quick gesture.

Rey’s smile broadened. ‘You too.’

Maul’s gaze slid away from her, but he centred himself and slowed his breathing. Like before, his robes started to flicker, but instead of changing into sparring gear, they disappeared completely. Maul was still half-hidden behind the fire, but his chest was bare and Rey could just see the swirls of his tattoos as they flowed down the lines of his torso and disappeared beneath the waistband of his underclothes.

‘Come here,’ she said softly.

Maul rose in a fluid movement and padded around the fire. He sat opposite Rey on her sleeping roll, automatically settling into a cross-legged meditative position.

‘You’re beautiful,’ Rey said.

Maul narrowed his eyes, but Rey held his gaze. Maul looked away first. ‘You should continue,’ he said, making a vague gesture toward her body.

Rey smiled and shimmied out of her underclothes. She traced both her hands down her body, tweaking a nipple on the way down, before finally dipped one hand between her legs. Maul stared transfixed as she circled her clit and stroked down her labia. Rey closed her eyes for a moment as she started to pleasure herself. When she looked up again, Maul was completely naked. It didn’t seem like he’d done it consciously. He was hard, which at least answered that question about Force spirits.

Rey spread her thighs and beckoned with her free hand. Maul took the invitation and knelt between her legs. Then he stretched out above her with one hand planted beside her head to steady himself. Rey gazed up at him with a lazy, satisfied smirk curling her lips. Maul’s answering look almost seemed to burn. The unnatural blue of his eyes was especially bright between the dark blue stripes of his tattoos.

He brought his free hand up and held it just above her hip, a hairsbreadth away from touch. Rey watched as he traced the contours of her belly, her ribs and breast, before his hand finally came to rest just above her throat. He never made contact, instead maintaining the illusion of potential touch. Rey arched her throat as if she could feel the heat of his palm. Maul’s fingers tightened minutely in the empty air. She heard him utter a low hiss of pleasure.

Rey twisted her fingers slightly. She let out a breathy sound and her eyes slid closed.

‘Harder,’ Maul said in the same insistent tones he used during training. Rey smiled to herself and sped up, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit. ‘Look at me.’

Rey forced her eyes back open. She was momentarily stunned by the avid hunger in his eyes. His hand was no longer at her throat. Rey followed the line of his arm down to where he was gripping his cock. Spirits probably didn’t need oxygen, but Maul’s breath was hissing between his clenched teeth.

‘Harder,’ Rey demanded back. A whine rose in the back of Maul’s throat and he redouble his efforts. The sight nearly stole Rey’s breath and her hips jerked up against her hand. She curled her fingers, pressing as deep as she could and came. Her whole body went taut and only her hips rocked in sharp twitches against her hand, riding out the aftershocks. Maul was staring at her wide-eyed as he tried to take in every movement and sound. His orgasm seemed to hit him like a shock. His back arched and he tossed his head, uttering a low, almost pained sound. He still managed to hold himself above her, though his bracing arm trembled just slightly.

‘Wow,’ Rey said with a smile. She patted the space beside her on her sleeping roll. Maul hesitated, but eventually he stretched out beside her. His robes were yet to rematerialise. They were lying close enough to share breath if Maul had been alive. Rey trailed one hand just above the markings on his chest. He shuddered, even without touch.

‘Can you feel that?’ she asked.

‘No. Yes.’ Maul made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. ‘It is like… ripples through the Force. You shimmer.’

Rey smirked. ‘Sweet-talker.’

Maul snorted. ‘You are strong in the Force. What I say is accurate.’

///

It wasn’t long before Rey was able to find the strange harmonic in the Force whenever she moved through a kata or sparred. Meditation was still a pain, but she was gradually unlearning the techniques that she’d been taught. At least now she understood that knife-edged balance that she was searching for.

She sat by her cooking fire and balanced the saberstaff on two fingers. Maul watched her impassively. ‘I don’t think I’m going to go back to Master Skywalker,’ she said.

Maul stayed silent.

‘But I’m going to need to make my own weapon.’

‘The saberstaff is yours. I give it to you,’ Maul said. His voice was clipped and he stared at the fire instead of meeting her eyes. Rey watched him for a long moment, the firelight throwing shadows onto the planes of her face.

‘You want me to take it with me, don’t you?’

There was a long pause before Maul finally flicked his gaze up. ‘Yes.’

Rey let out a long breath and began to clear her mind reflexively. Maul was a Sith. His dedication to the dark side was unquestionable, but he was a lot more pragmatic about it than she had expected. Mostly he seemed to be going through the motions of dark side temptation. His primary concern was always her combat abilities.

He had been tied to his saberstaff, for who knew how long, waiting in an old ruin on a desolate planet. She wondered what that would do to a person and whether Force spirits even processed time like living beings. Whatever the case, he was clearly lonely.

Rey flipped the weapon into the air and caught deftly on its descent. She fixed it to her belt. ‘Okay. I’m still going to make my own, but there’s no rule against having a spare.’

Maul flashed her a quick grin. ‘It’s not a good colour, for a Jedi.’

Rey returned his smile. ‘I guess I’m just not a very good Jedi.’

Ohai, thing that I didn't know that I needed until right now. What's that, brain? Maul training Rey in staffsaber should be canon? Oh ok I guess that's going to be a thing for me now.

Love this! Can't wait for more.

Okay, so. I have something written for this?

But it's... erm. Growing into something a bit larger than I intended.

So basically I'm going to try my best to make it the full and complete story that this prompt deserves -- but! If for some reason I can't manage that, I'll post the scene I have written in isolation.

<3

OP here! bless your soul, kind author, for the fill! It's perfect and I love it beyond measure! :D

**

Hux could not believe Snoke created Kylo Ren out of this wreck.

Hux fully believed Snoke was definitely capable of ruining Ben Solo so absolutely.

The creature was pathetic and meek, physically crippled, and mentally even weaker, shrinking into its corner whenever it was startled. And it was so easily startled. Sound, light, too many people in the room, too many people outside of the room, getting a warm bath, the one time Hux tried to feed it some of his own food (too flavourful for the patient’s palate developed on nutrient paste and fiber shavings, explained the medical staff) (it was mildly spicy. RN-0000’s full lips wibbled as it tried to hold back tears upon the first spoonful).

Despite its familiar face, RN-0000 was nothing like Kylo Ren. How very disappointing.

**

It must have been a cruel joked played upon him by the universe at large, Hux thought. How smoothly he and his staff’s experience in dealing with Ren transferred to dealing with RN-0000.

Perhaps it was something to be put onto a resume. The keeper of powerful Force using manchilds.

RN-0000’s tantrums were born out of fear, not anger. Yet the magnitude of the damage showed why it was the original, and Ren the copy.

Thank god RN-0000’s outbursts were few and far in between, and it broke much fewer equipment in total, and had the sense to hold back against most personnel. Otherwise the repair bills alone may encourage Hux into ordering a lethal injection into the fussy creature’s skinny neck.

Even with its powers, RN-0000 was nothing like Kylo Ren. What a relief.

**

Technicians soldered off RN-0000’s old shock collar, dressed the electrical burns and lesions, bandaged the angry raw skin, and put a new collar around his neck.

The new collar felt and looked like soft black leather instead of heavy clinical steel. Embedded in it was a symbol of the First Order, perfect in its symmetrical geometry, and a name plaque stating ‘RN-0000, property of the New Galactic Empire’. A fine feat of engineering, with significant improvement on form and comfort, while sacrificing none of its function.

There was a tracker added in it too, as commissioned by Grand Moff Hux, RN-0000 noticed from the technicians’ passing thoughts.

Now that the Grand Moff had put his own collar on him, maybe he would keep him. Maybe there wouldn’t be a lethal injection as the red haired man sometimes contemplated. Not breaking anything or anyone for a month really paid off.

**

Hux was surprised to learn RN-0000 was somewhat educated. Although the areas in which it held some knowledge were patchy at best (it knew more about bioscience and medical equipment maintenance than it should, had some experiences with meditation, preferred to throw things with his magic, but knew how to Force choke if commanded to it, could pick twenty some types of locks like some common criminal, and was functional in Shyriiwook, of all things). At least it was mostly literate.

The tutors shook their heads, and said their charge would take years to finish basic mandatory education, its prime years of learning long past.

The therapists signed, and reported that their charge would have limited physical fitness. Wielding a lightsaber would be an impossibility.

Hux was pleasantly surprised at how quickly RN-0000 caught on to games of Dejarik. And how mischievous its voice could be, when it whispered to Hux about what the tutors and therapists thought before they even gave their thoughts voice (and some of these thoughts, they would have never given voice). RN-0000 could hear so many things, but had no one to share them with before Hux came along.

Despite the infrequent tantrums and the undercurrent of mischief that raised its head from time to time, RN-0000 obeyed directions (mostly), followed rules and regulations (when he could), and was completely respectful of Hux’s authority (and everyone else’s). It never really tried to actively read Hux’s mind either (or anyone else’s, but people broadcast all the time) (For RN-0000, disobeying directions, not following rules, questioning authority, and reading minds were all bad, and bad things meant punishment and pain. Before the Grand Moff came along, sometimes not being bad brought punishment and pain too. But this new keeper was methodological and fair, and had long trained his staff to do the same).

So obedient and oh so malleable, RN-0000 was nothing like Kylo Ren. This whole exercise might actually be a profitable investment after all.

**

When Hux stepped off the Finalizer onto solid soil, instead of taking a well-deserved rest, he became very, very busy almost immediately.

The weekly games of Dejarik with RN-0000 became something of a routine and relaxation for the man.

And RN-0000, noted and disregarded by others as the Grand Moff’s fresh-faced little pet (one of the young Grand Moff’s two vices, the other being the bottle), turned out to be a very profitable investment indeed, as he (Hux no longer thought of the Force user as an ‘it’, but neither of them could pinpoint when this transition happened) described all sorts of wants and desires, doubts and fears, none of them his own, exclusively for Hux’s ears.

**

Ave Imperator.

And those died on the path of ascension saluted no one. Just like the many who had died before them, and the many who would die after them, again and again throughout histories, across universes, the sacrifices of the many for the ambitions of the few.

**

Many admired the new Emperor of the New Galactic Empire. So young, so ambitious, so successful. A tamer of suns and herald of peace.

Many loathed the new Emperor of the New Galactic Empire. So young, so ambitious, so successful. A mass murderer and warmonger.

Yet most agreed to fear the new Emperor, a cold and ruthless creature with a core of ice. The only dash of color his red, red hair.

**

The Resistance cursed Hux’s name, cursed Hux’s efficiency, and cursed Hux’s cruelty.

Have you not heard, that bloodless monster wiped out entire systems, destroyed vibrant cultures, tore families apart, and kept a broken cripple chained at his feet like a dog for mere amusement? And he would soon do this to all of the Republic too, the whole galaxy brought low to satisfy his sick desires.

**

RN-0000 woke up screaming, about metal birds spewing fire, tearing at one another, falling, falling. So much blood painting the evening sky red (now he missed his old Force dampening cell. Now he cried to be put back. But the Emperor specifically ordered him to get used to his new room, a few doors down from the Emperor’s own).

And the New Empire fell under ambush by the Resistance two days later. Both sides sustained heavy damage.

More such dreams came, sometimes the Resistance gained, sometimes the New Empire victorious. But to RN-0000, they were all the same, terrible birds of prey, men dying by the scores, loved ones weeping, weeping rivers of tears.

Phasma commented, “Well, he thinks of Snoke as bad, most likley. But the Resistance, the New Empire, they are all unknown to him.”

Hux instructed tutors to teach RN-0000 the glorious history of the Empire. Of the First Order. Of what they stood for, protectors of order and stability in the galaxy. They showed him films, literature, colouring books.

Hux read the exploits of Darth Vader to 0000 himself, one or two hours on his rest days (he worked on these days still), other times before bed. He let RN-0000 accompany him on troop inspections, sit at his feet during parades, to see the machines of the New Empire’s military might with his own eyes.

Phasma left some glossy magazines by RN-0000’s cot. He flipped through one, curious of the gift. When he spread open the centerfold, Hux was there, in his full Emperor’s regalia, his face noble and full of purpose, his freckles digitally touched, his back ramrod straight, not a single red hair on his head out of place. Hux confiscated the magazines later.

RN-0000 soon learned to distinguish between friend and foe. His dreams got clearer and clearer (His cot was also relocated into the Emperor’s room. The older man’s sounds and scents helped 0000 sleep. And even when all those premonitions of death no longer phased him, in the Emperor’s room he remained).

**

This is why I love kinkmemes, man. For the high quality cuts of delicious sin I never knew I wanted.

That last line just slays.

Hee!

Random anon stopping by to cheer on this idea. I would love it very very much. So, thirded!

"RN-0000 swore he’d seen this stern face before, brief glimpses through RN-0044’s eyes, across the bridge of a ship in anger, intimately close in a dimly lit hallway in passion, framed against a burning winter sky in despair. 0044, who did not want to die. 0044, who was shipped back to them as a corpse long gone cold"

These lines were like a kick to the stomach and I can't quite pinpoint why. Your writing is quite evocative and I like the direction in which this is going. Clones are my secret weakness.

Could you explain a little more what you want done, anon?

OP

Just listening to the lyrics makes me think of Kylo. "I'm only a crack in this castle of glass" Like he has this 'flaw/crack' of having the Light calling to him and it's ruining his life. I don't know.It's probably a stupid idea. Sorry.

Realllly hoping there will be more of this one. It is epic.

There was a hilarious fanart about that making the rounds of Tumblr. Hux's iconic greatcoat + Hux's jetpack ... let's just say they didn't think that one through very well?

XD;

So I have no idea how long this will actually turn out to be. There are still some things I want to touch on that I haven't gotten to yet.

I don't know how I feel about this part, but I just hope I'm doing this prompt/these characters justice.

---

When Finn lets himself back into Poe’s room, a short while later, Poe is sitting against the wall, taking in shallow, shaky breaths. His legs are drawn up to his chest and his forehead is pressed into his knees. Finn’s stomach drops straight down like a heavy, sinking stone.

“Poe?” Finn lets the door whoosh shut behind him and he’s at Poe’s side in an instant. He reaches out for him, hesitating for a moment, hand hovering over Poe’s trembling shoulder.

Poe lifts his head and offers Finn a wavering smile. He has creases on his forehead from the wrinkles on his trousers. “Sorry. I’m good,” he says, shakily, an obvious lie that Finn chooses to let slide.

Finn brushes his fingertips lightly over Poe’s shoulder before letting his arm drop against his side. “Uh, do you need anything? Like, water or something to eat? Um, do you wanna lie down?”

Poe shakes his head and shoves his hands through his curls. “No. I just… I’m fine. I bet you and Rey have training you should be doing. You don’t need to stay with me,” he says. He sits back heavily and tilts his head back until it bangs against the wall.

Finn falls back on his haunches in front of Poe and rests his hands on his thighs. “We won’t be picking up the rest of our training until Master Luke arrives from Ahch-To,” he explains. “We came separately, just in case the First Order was tracking us. He should be arriving in a few days, so I’m completely free until then.”

Poe looks at Finn, a sad little imitation of smile creeping onto his face, as if he hadn’t wanted to hear that. Did he not want Finn around?

Considering everything that Poe’s been through in such a short span of time, Finn can’t blame him for wanting to be alone, but still. The thought of Poe here in this room, alone, makes something in Finn’s chest twinge. Maybe Poe wouldn’t mind coming to bunk with Finn for a little while—

But, again, it’s not about Finn. Not this time. He’s gotta respect Poe’s wishes.

“If you—if you wanna be alone, that’s cool too, that’s totally cool,” Finn says, flashing at Poe what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do.”

A muscle in Poe’s cheek twitches, minutely. “Look,” he says, gently. He splays a hand over the nubby gray carpet. “Look,” he says again, drawing in a deep—weary, resigned—breath. “You don’t have to take care of me, Finn. It’s not your responsibility. I’m not—”

“You’re my friend,” Finn can’t help but interrupt. “And—and I’m sorry, and…I don’t know. I just want to help.”

“You don’t have to put your life on hold,” Poe says, not looking at Finn. He drags his fingers through the carpet’s rough pile and it makes this scratching sound that sends a shiver down Finn’s back.

“I’m not, though,” Finn says, gripping his knees until his fingers are digging in painfully. “I won’t. I promise. When Master Luke shows up to kick off the next phase of his Jedi training program, you probably won’t see much of me. But he’s not here yet. And something is telling me this is where I’m supposed to be right now.”

Finn wants to just make everything right so badly, and he doesn’t know where to even begin. Doesn’t know if it’s even possible for him to right so many wrongs. If the Force could just give him a sign—kriff, if the Force could just fix things for him, that’d be great. But that’s not how the Force works.

He might be training to become a Jedi, but he’s still just learning his place in this world, learning where he slots in with the Resistance. Where he slots into Poe’s life.

Poe looks at Finn, searching for something, though Finn isn’t sure what he’s looking for. Finn can’t help but map the bruises and scrapes on the side of Poe’s face, deep red and purple marks that are finally beginning to fade. His eyes trace the bloody seam in Poe’s bottom lip, skim over the yellowing marks at his collarbone and neck where his shirt’s slipped down a little bit.

Finn’s stomach lurches and if he’d eaten lunch he probably would have lost it then. Right there on Poe’s ugly gray carpet.

“Finn,” Poe says. The way he says his name is all wrong, it sounds wounded.

“If the person who did this is still—still here. Still alive and breathing, and you’d like them to not be alive and breathing,” Finn says to the empty space between them, not quite sure exactly what he’s offering. “Just ask. And I’ll do it. I’ll take care of it. I can be quiet and efficient. No one will have to know.”

“Finn,” Poe says.

“Just ask,” he says again.

“I won’t,” Poe says fervently. He sounds like he does when he’s about to go off on a passionate speech about the Resistance or General Organa or how much he loves flying. Right now, Finn thinks he’d do anything Poe asked of him. “I will never ask anything like that of you. Never.”

Finn nods, lifts his eyes to Poe’s, nods again. “Okay.”

It feels like the air’s been sucked out of the room, into the vacuum of space.

Poe just sits there and breathes loudly for a few moments. Finn paces his own breaths to Poe’s.

Then: “I’m kriffin’ starving. You?”

“I haven’t eaten anything all day,” Finn admits, mostly to his hands, which are back on his knees, clenching hard enough that they ache. He lets go, flexes some feeling back into his fingers.

“Then let’s go.” Poe pushes himself carefully to his feet and holds a hand out to Finn.

Finn looks at his hand, at the lines on his palm, before lacing their fingers together and letting Poe help him to his feet.

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