#mirawrites

A flash of red whipped past your vision with the most gleeful cheer before dropping into your lap, causing you to laugh and shake your head. Selene was so elated about the fact that he knew and gave you his number - and not just his office number. She literally couldn’t contain her excitement, it was adorable actually. You had never seen her this gleeful before, a small part of you knew it was because it gave her hope that she would find her own soulmate. 

“You’re scaring Saga!” you mused, as the gorgeous norwegian forest cat stared at both of you with striking green eyes. “Up up, I have to feed her before you make me get ready,” lightly - with a whole lot of love - you shoved her to the floor and off your lap as she landed with an oof and a soft glare to you grumbling under her breath before popping back up. 

Following Saga as she wandered to your room, you allowed your thoughts to wander. While you were absolutely elated that Oscar knew, you were terrified. He genuinely seemed interested in your reasoning from hiding it, especially after you mentioned that you hid it all the time now, not even just when in class. Truth be told, never in a million years did you think you’d be hiding your mark daily, it was almost comical honestly. There was still the soulmate protection act, but that wouldn’t guarantee your degree nor would it guarantee people's assumptions that you slept your way through all of your grades. It was the only reason you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him in the first place. Outside of him losing his job, it would tarnish your reputation and in a history field you were desperate to keep your smart reputation and the fact that you worked your ass off for your degree.

Your hand softly ran across Saga’s back a soft murmur of ‘there you go baby, sorry I forgot earlier’ left your lips before you flopped with a very ungraceful thud onto your bed. To say you were nervous to call him was an understatement, his name in your phone was Protector and while that wasn’t the most secretive, it was what you preferred. You hadn’t called him yet and you had been home with your day complete for over an hour. It was nearing 7pm and you knew you should call him, especially before Selene dragged you to pregame with her while getting ready. You left your thumb hovering over the call button, a simple click and yet you were terrified. Realistically, you wondered if it even mattered, you knew even without the mark bonding you two together that he was attractive and you definitely would have wanted him, but there was a small fear that while yes he was bonded to you, what if he only wanted you due to your matching mark.

Selene suddenly slid into your room again, a soft smile on her face as she saw you intently staring at your phone, “y’know it won’t call itself you have to push the button,” her voice was soft as she snatched your phone from your hand and clicked call for you before handing it back and leaving with a shout of “you’re welcome!” over her shoulder.

A soft chuckle left your lips as you brought the phone to your ear, hearing it ring, leaning back into your pillow you couldn’t stop the soft smile on your face - both at your friend's ridiculous antics and the fact that he wanted to talk about it.You could only hope that meant good things.

“Isaac speaking,” his gruff voice answered, seemingly on autopilot, and you couldn’t stop the small giggle that left you.

“I hope you don’t mind a clearly late call for you,” your voice was soft as you spoke, your free hand lightly resting on Saga who adored the attention you gave - as long as you didn’t move towards her belly that is. 

He paused for a second, and while you couldn’t see his face you could imagine the flicker of recognition that he answered his personal phone with his work answer. His own chuckle leaving his lips, “I’m sorry for earlier, I forgot he was coming by, we usually get lunch together once a week after class. I figured giving you my number would be a start, I didn’t want to push too aggressively.”

You heard a loud bark as a lock clicked, and a soft, ‘Ulf it’s just me,’ before he spoke again, “since you did call, I was wonderi- Ulf down, c’mon you oaf,” he paused for a moment, clearly moving throughout his house, “sorry. I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me. There’s a nice restaurant nearby that does pick ups.”

“I’d like that,” you had stood up from your bed while he was speaking to Ulf, which you assumed was his dog from the pictures on his monitor that you occasionally got glimpses of as he taught, and made your way to your closet. 

“Tonight?” His voice had a twinge of hope as he asked.

You hummed softly in response, your face flushing as you made your way out of your room and quickly into Selene’s, she raised an eyebrow at you noticing you were still on the phone. Pulling your phone away from your ear for a moment you pressed mute, “you’ll hate me for this, I’m not going to the bar but I am going to get dinner with him tonight.”

Her loud cheer didn’t surprise you, “uh duh! Do you need help getting ready? Are you going out? Wait you can’t go out? What are you doing?” 

“Dinner at his place,” you mused, before unmuting your phone, “yeah tonight works. Text me your address then?” you had turned out of Selene’s room but you knew she was following you with an excited smile on her features. 

“I’ll give you mine, but how about I pick you up?” He questioned, you could almost picture the smile on his face as the same one he gave you earlier that day. “A warning though, it will be on my bike.”

You found yourself agreeing and both of you hanging up as you quickly sent him your address. The second your phone hit your bed, Selene was shaking you and tugging you into your closet to find you an outfit with an excited squeal. She was talking a mile a minute and you were sure you caught maybe five words out of the 40 she spoke. Clothes were comically flying out of your closet as she rummaged through and tried her best to find you an outfit that fit her standards and still fit yours. A loud shout of ‘hazzah!’ left her lips before she turned around and threw a pair of ripped black denim at you and a simple white t-shirt and before you could even argue about the potential of staining - knowing it was why you never wore white in the first place - she smirked and held up a hand signaling you to shut up. Before throwing your leather jacket at you, “perfect outfit, you can wear the shoes you wear everyday.” 

You raised an eyebrow at her, she shushed you again and clapped her hands essentially telling you to chop chop without words. Shaking your head, you quickly got changed before a bag was suddenly thrusted into your face, before you could even question her she gave you a cheshire cat grin. Your phone dinging right after, causing you to give her your own grin. 

Protector: Here.

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Giorno looked at Bucciarati as a demand of explanation, “We had hesitations on knocking, Giorno. It makes sense that you're busy and we wouldn't want to disturb you, especially since you haven't left this room for days.” He received, making him nod in understanding.

Narancia had now entered the room, reading the folder and sitting on the couch with Abbacchio as Bucciarati sat on one of the chairs in front of Giorno's table, “So, you're saying that I'll be bringing her to you from the airport, and that's it?” Bucciarati asked with ceased brows, receiving a quiet nod from the blonde.

“It doesn't make one hell of a sense. So what if she's the daughter of a politician? That doesn't make her special to have the mafia as her bodyguards,” Abbacchio raised a brow at Giorno, snatching the folder from Narancia's hold and slid it on the coffee table, “THAT doesn't make her special to have YOU as her bodyguard, Giorno.” He pointed out, resting his back on the couch with crossed arms like an angry dad.

Narancia scratched his head with a scrunched nose, “Isn't it exactly what makes her special? Being a child of a famous politician is no joke, so it'd be safer for them to have the mafia on their side, right?” He asked in confusion, making Abbacchio glance at him with an ‘I know that, idiot’ look.

Bucciarati cleared his throat, “What Abbacchio and Narancia's trying to say is, we understand that her life is on the line because she'll be alone for a whole month here in Italy, but why does it have to be you, Giorno, that has to take care of her? You have better things to do as Passione's new boss, we could easily do it for you.” He told Giorno who was expectant of their questions.

“That is not what I—”

“Yeah, totally! It's like how we did with Trish, you know? Oh, we could just take her to Trish too, Giorno! Girls have this thing for each other—”

Narancia stopped himself after receiving a warning glance from the capo, and also realizing that he was face-to-face with his boss. This is work they're talking about. Chats, even if it's with his closest friends, aren't welcome right now.

“I understand your concerns, Abbacchio, Bucciarati. And thank you for the suggestion, Narancia, but I've already decided that she'll be staying with me. I trust that she won't be much of a nuisance than we think she would be, so my significant work for Passione won't get disturbed. There is absolutely no reason to worry,” Giorno glanced at Bucciarati, “I would only need Bucciarati to bring her to me, and that will be all. You don't need to get involved, Abbacchio.”

“You made it sound like you know her well, Giorno. But since you gave me permission not to care, that's what I'll be doing. You have my thanks.” Abbacchio stood up and raised his hands, making a roll motion on one before he bowed and had the three men watch him leave the room.

Narancia did not follow the long-haired man, and instead firmly sat on the couch with a pout on his face, “Is there something you want to tell me, Narancia?” Giorno asked, figuring that the boy had an unspoken thought in his mind.

Bucciarati excused himself, bowing before he says that he'll be preparing the car. Narancia waited for him to leave before jumping from the couch to the seat in front of Giorno's table, who had been waiting for him to speak up.

“This is my only chance now that the oldies are out of the way— Giorno, can I go with Bucciarati?” He asked after preventing the chair from falling. Giorno nodded, “Then— can we hang with her? Like if she's with you and stuff? I'm.. kind of missing Trish so..”

Right, of course Narancia would be excited that a girl would be bonding with them again even if it's not Trish, who moved somewhere in Italy to continue and enjoy the life she deserved. Giorno saw no harm in letting his group connect with you, so he nodded once again.

Narancia grinned, jumping from the chair to the ground with a fist above. He faced Giorno to bow, almost reaching the floor, and ran to the door as he regained his energy. Giorno felt himself smile, silently glad that he got through an adventure with the same people that he's with now.

“Ah, thanks Giorno! You're the best boss! We'll be sure to bring [Y/N] safe!”

[Y/N].. [Y/N] [L/N]. The name of someone who he thought he'd never see again. Someone he met as Giorno, but kept calling him Haruno because she thought he'd remember him better if she does. Now that he recalls it, more flashbacks of you came into mind, driving him to have a break from work and chill on the balcony. He leaned on the fence and observed the garden below him.

You were a childhood friend of Giorno's that he met here in Italy. You belonged to a wealthy family who had connections to the people on the upper hierarchy, consisting of an overwhelming line of successful politicians. When he knew of this, he was already your bestfriend who you invited to hang out at your family mansion, and there he felt at home more than he did at his own. Your mother was a simple and humble woman while your father was the tough and thoughtful kind. Giorno saw for himself how you managed to be sweet yet cunning at the same time — you often scared off his bullies —, making him develop a puppy crush on you at the age of eight.

Everything was going well with you and your family on his side, your father privately scaring his father if he intended to hurt him more, your mother trying to make his mother understand that he needs proper loving and care. But then, it had to end. For a reason unknown to him and yourself, your family had to move to another country, and that's with no proper goodbyes.

It's not really the time to be melancholic, you're coming back at Italy after all. How did he even know of you and your family's whereabouts if you were gone in his life for a decade now? Simple, because if the boss of Passione aims to achieve something, he'll use his available resources to get it. Relating that to you, he'd say that connecting with your family and meeting you again was his goals, and he's proud that he overcame it. After speaking to your father and proving to him that he's to be trusted with your well-being and safety, he was informed that your father will be sending you to Italy for vacation. Your father even thanked him for appearing in the right time, saying that he wouldn't want you to be completely alone with strangers when he and her wife's away for work, and that you would be happier with him.

Technically, you'd be alone with strangers if you're with him too — his diverse gang crossing his mind —, but did your father mean it when he said you'd be happier with him? He didn't tell your father what he does in his life now, and that just proves how much he's trusted by the [L/N]s.

But will you trust him if you learn that he's the boss of a mafia organization? Yes, it's nonsense to doubt you. What matters is that you get to spend time together once more.

You're still his biggest crush and his first love now, after all.

—

You crouched outside the airport, your backpack resting in front of your chest as you faced your sunglasses on the back of your head. You know you looked ridiculous, but the boredom of waiting for Haruno had striked you. You arrived thirty minutes earlier, expecting that he'd be early too, but the cute familiar black-haired Japanese wasn't in sight. You were starting to think that your papa tricked you so that he could have your mama alone, but that didn't sound right for middle-aged people like them. Plus, why did they have to send you back here at your hometown just so you could be safe? Well, they obviously didn't know that you could take care of yourself with the help of your.. psh. None of it made sense, but since it's free vacation you're talking about, you just brushed off the complains.

“Excuse me, Signora, but are you [Y/N] [L/N]?”

A deep voice spoke from beside you, making you flinch in surprise. You could've sworn that the voice you heard was sexy, but what you saw when you looked up at the person beside you was much more sexier. You don't remember Italian men being this beautiful, “Yes! And you are?” You jumped to your feet, gulping as you stood in front of the man, “You aren't Haruno, are you?”

“Haruno..?” The man repeated and shook his head, “Sorry to disappoint, but no. My name is Bruno Bucciarati, a friend of Giorno Giovanna. I take it he's.. Haruno?”

You sounded an ‘oh..’ before nodding. You wanted to ask why he's here instead of your childhood friend, but you just waited for him to explain, not wanting to come off as rude.

“Alright, then you must be confused as to why I'm here instead of him?” He asked like he read your mind, making you nod, “I'll be brief for now, is that okay?” He asked again and you gave a pursed smile in return, noticing how he acknowledges your comfort, “Hm, to start off, Giorno has a busy work. It mostly takes away all his time, including now, so we volunteered to fetch you here and bring you to him.”

You were about to ask where he is now and what work does he do but you did not, thinking it must be private, “Is that so, Bucciarati? Thank you for your time, but you didn't have to do this! I could just wait until he's.. uh, free and not busy!” You smiled, “Besides, I'd be pretty jetlagged anytime now.. you could go with your friend and if it's no biggie, tell Haruno he shouldn't worry about me! I'll be here for a whole month anyways,” You convinced.

Bucciarati noted how you told him to go with his friend, connecting it with how he said ‘they’ volunteered. You're a perceptive one, huh? Abbacchio must be right, Giorno knows you very well, and that fact is enough for him to let you be the closest to him. You had to be someone Giorno's familiar with for him to guard you himself, someone who has to be special to him.

He smiled back at you, “I'm sure Giorno would love your company, Signora. Won't you be staying with him?”

And with that, Bucciarati had you speechless. He had reminded you that you'll be living with Haruno as a safety measure. It sounded cute when it came from your papa because he still saw both of you as kids, but now that you know that he works for a living, the realization that he's matured mentally and.. physically had hit you. The excitement of meeting him again didn't let the realization cross your mind when you agreed to living with him here.

But again, it's your best childhood friend you're talking about, so no complains.

You now sat on a couch of what seemed to be an office after the ride with Bucciarati and his other friends Narancia and Mista. You almost decided to have a happy crush on Bucciarati, especially on how soft he was around you, but you backed it off after meeting the other two who just had the most chaotic energies you aspired to have. You learned from Mista that Narancia struggled with mathematics so you told him that you could help him, while you noticed on the former that he had a pistol with him so you asked him if he could teach you sometimes, both offers being ecstatically agreed to. The plans for your vacation were going well, but you still haven't met Haruno. Sucks that you've been told to stay and wait at the room you're in without the candidates of who's going to be your vacation crush.

As you searched inside your bag, a person entered the room, “I'm sorry for making you wait, I went outside to buy food for us.” Thinking that the person was one of the first three you met, you didn't looked up and continued searching, only saying ‘It's fine!’.

The person, who happened to be Giorno, had three boxes of pizza and two tubs of ice cream in his arms. It was whack food for his reuniting with you, but he knows that you won't be having the energy to eat at a fancy restaurant right now. He'd be sure to take you in one, though.

He placed the foods on the coffee table and sat on the couch opposite of where you were, trying to have a proper look of your face. You had your natural [H/C] covering it though, your bowed head making it even impossible for him. He sat properly and faked a cough, at that you had already found what you were looking for.

You lifted your head, but unfortunately, the photo you were holding hid your face. Is he being teased right now?

On the other hand, you were smiling and admiring the photo. It had an image of you and Haruno, both your arms hanging on each other's necks as you cheekily grinned and he had a smile, your head resting on his. It was just one of the mementos you had, a lot of stuffs stored back at your room. Looking back makes you feel warm everytime, but it could be better if you met Haruno right now.

Giorno faked a cough once again, and you peeked, quickly putting back the photo inside after you saw a new.. face. He wore a black and green suit that bared his chest as he had his usual hairstyle, his long blonde hair tied into a fish braid while his hair's brim were rolled into three. Giorno was looking “mhm!” and you had to deny it, aiming not to embarrass yourself.

You placed your backpack beside you and fixed your sitting position, “Ah.. sorry, I thought you were someone I already met. I'm [Y/N] [L/N], do you own this place? Bucciarati and the others told me to wait here for Haruno, I could wait somewhere else if you want!”

It was a given that he'd be unrecognizable because of his hair and brows turning blonde, but Giorno had widened his eyes, shocked for one fact: you called him Haruno.

“Uhm.. hey? I'm sorry again. I'll just go wait outside now, thank you!” You were fast on clinging your bag to your shoulders and hurrying to the door, but not fast enough for the Giorno Giovanna with you. Before you could open the door, Giorno went beside you and held your wrist with a firm grip.

Giorno gulped the slump in his throat, “It's me, [Y/N],” He started, confusing you, “Haruno.. Haruno Shiobana.”

You dropped your backpack upon hearing this, a surprised face on you, “W-what? But.. he isn't.. are you.. no, there's no reason for you to do that. Is it.. really you? Like.. my Haruno Shiobana? My Giorno? My GioGio?” You held his shoulders and shook his taller form, your voice becoming more and more loud as you asked his names.

Giorno let out a tranced chuckle as he looked at your eyes, seeing your eyes express your excitement. Oh, how much he missed those, “Yes, [Y/N]. It's me, your Haruno.”

That was the confirmation you needed to finally burst out, your hands tightening on his shoulders as you jumped, “Can I.. can I hug you?” You politely asked, knowing how sensitive he can be to physical affection, and he slowly nodded.

You stomped your feet as a wide smile formed on your face, your eyes starting to well up tears. Wrapping your arms around his neck after you admired his beauty, locking him in a lodged hug, “I-I can't believe how much you've outgrown me! And blonde hair?! Are you kidding me?! It looks perfect on you! You were the cutest back then but now— I don't even know how to begin! Puberty hit you like an airplane crash when I'm here looking like a potato sack! You're really unfair, Haruno!”

Giorno had one of his rarest smiles on his face because of your adorable outburst, his arms wrapping around your waist to hug you back. You described yourself so wrong when your form and your charming personality wouldn't even have that as an option of definition. He lovingly rubbed your back, trying to soothe you as he felt warm tears on his shoulder, “Shh.. I wouldn't even dare challenge your own alluring beauty, cara.”

Unbeknownst to Giorno who was indulged in your hug though, a part of him was up and willing to challenge you.

His Stand, Gold Experience Requiem or GER, manifested behind him and on the side where you placed your head. Feeling a presence of someone, you looked up with quivering lips, gasping as your eyes laid on a gold humanoid floating behind Giorno. You stepped back and pulled the man with you, pointing to the humanoid, “H-Haruno! Look out!”

Giorno changed your position and pushed you behind him out of fighting instinct, giving him a decent look on his sentient Stand, “GER? [Y/N].. you can see it?” He turned to look at you and you nodded, “You're a Stand User too.. I didn't know about that.”

Giorno led you to the couch with GER behind him and sat beside you, explaining to you what a Stand is. You were glad to know that you weren't the only one with an ability who had a form that no one else around your home sees, so when he asked you to show your Stand, you confidently called for its name. It manifested behind you, its head resting on your shoulder. Giorno, as the sweetheart that he is to you, complimented it before asking its ability. As you were explaining your Stand's ability, both of your and Giorno's Stands now faced and admired each other's forms behind the couch.

“Stand Users attract each other, huh? That's neat.”

Abbacchio, who had his red and green headphones and his eyes closed, stood by the now opened door with crossed arms. Your Stands weren't bothered by the disturbance and just kept staring at each other while you and Giorno had your attention on the man.

“I-I'm sorry, would you like to join us? You must be Haruno's friend too, it would be great if we all got along, wouldn't it? He actually bought too much pizza so..” You informed after hesitating. You walked up to the door, Giorno following you while he had his eyes glued on Abbacchio, ready to warn him not to be rude to you, “I'm [Y/N] [L/N], and you must be?”

Abbacchio opened an eye and saw his boss' firm look. He clicked his tongue and pushed himself from leaning to face you, “Leone Abbacchio.”

Giorno softened when you turned to face him with a cheerful smile, “Haruno, can we call the others? Pizza and ice cream is better when shared, yeah?”

Abbacchio observed Giorno carefully, and he never thought he'd see him go all soft and protective just for a woman. The way he looked at you was different, like he adored everything about you and every word you say. Yet, this was the same Giorno who stepped out of his league to achieve his impossibly deadly dream. Giorno Giovanna never fails to surprise him, it seems.

“Yes, of course, as long as you're comfortable. I'll call them, you should go sit while you wait,” Giorno stepped aside, leting you walk back to the couch and join the staring contest between the Stands. He faced Abbacchio, “You should go sit with her, Abbacchio. How about you try to see if she's as special as I think she is?”

Abbacchio smirked on Giorno's challenge. He won't be able to use his old trick without a tea set available, but that isn't to say he doesn't have any more up his dress sleeves, “It's my pleasure, Don Giorno.”

Oblivious to Giorno's hands behind him, you caught his signal that both of you invented when you were children. It was made just for fun, usually used when you two hung out at your home and had nothing to do except to troll your parents and the helpers. It was fun seeing them get utterly confused with your and Giorno's antics, maybe it won't be so bad to have a little trip to nostalgia.

And needless to say, it was a fun trip, not just for you and Giorno, but for the whole gang, after seeing Abbacchio get his peach handed back to him from you. You had doubts if you should do that one prank you devised long ago against a man who looked like he knew of your deepest secrets, but it was successful nonetheless. The others got back to the office while you were doing it, and like they were used to the tense atmosphere caused by harmless waggery, they waited for the big reveal of who'll be the embarrassed and the victor. In this case, Abbacchio lost, hissing as he almost flipped the table in dismay, and you won, leaning on the arm of the couch as you made two peace signs and crossed your arms, a smug grin and black sunglasses on your face — which your Stand mimicked — while Narancia and Mista screamed behind you, the Sex Pistols jumping up and down your body as Aerosmith flew around. Bucciarati sat beside Abbacchio, calming him down, and Giorno was standing at the other end of your couch, smiling in amusement at them and in awe with you.

It has only been hours since you've met the gang, but the bonding was one of those spent with close friends. You felt at home with them, especially when Giorno's around, and they also did with you. Because of their experience with Trish, they had been inclined to thinking that guarding you isn't something of professional duty, although Giorno had thought of that from the start.

You were now laying and dozing off on the couch, the jetlag and drained energy getting to you. Giorno sat on the floor beside you, watching you as you slept peacefully.

Mista crouched beside Giorno as the others cleaned up, “Yo, boss. Shouldn't we put her to bed? She might wake up feeling uncomfortable.”

“She told me she..” Giorno had his face warm up, which didn't go unnoticed by Mista, “She wants to be close to me,” He said with the most unflustered voice he can do.

Mista surpressed a laugh, “Then go for it! Put her to bed and sleep with her! Aren't you childhood friends? The closest? Doesn't that mean you've slept with her before like when you're playing or something?”

Giorno sighed, still looking at you, “Well yeah, but this is different. We're not kids anymore.”

“Don't misunderstand, Giorno. You're just being by her side like she requested you to, she trusts you enough not to do anything that would ruin that trust. Besides, we all saw how you looked at her! It was obvious that you missed— Okay boss, I know you got it.” Mista, who had been carried away with giving advice, received a warning glance from Giorno, so he stopped himself and patted his boss' back before leaving.

Giorno patiently waited for everyone to leave — each of them giving him a thumbs up —, all the while sitted by your side as he thought of what Abbacchio said to him when he came back after the others had left.

“Hey, Giorno. She isn't a nuisance, at least. It's not everyday you get to spend a break with someone like her. Use your smart ass and don't ruin it.”

He was right, but what does he mean to not ruin it? You're resting, what else does he have to do? He could continue reading through his paperworks while he waited for you to wake up, that way he won't have to worry about those later and get to have more time for you.

It was settled. Giorno stood up and was going to walk to his table, only to be stopped by a hand. He looked back, and saw your hand unyieldingly holding his. Surprised, he checked your face, but you were still fast asleep and were not faking it. He hitched a breath, he's getting flustered over holding hands with you even if you closely held each other earlier. Did he intertwined his hand with you, or was it you who did it? To answer it, he tried to break free from your hold, but you tightened your grip.

“Gio..” You called for him, half-awake. You fluttered your half-lidded eyes as you tried to sit up, Giorno quickly helping you and sitting a little far from you after you've settled with folding your knees, his hand still in yours that rested on your lap. You covered your mouth with the other and yawned, “Ah, wooh! Remember when you.. asked me that one thing, Haruno?” You casually told him after stretching.

“I-it depends, [Y/N]. What thing is it?” Giorno gulped, are you not aware of your hands?

“It was your birthday.. it was the time we confessed our crushes to each other, to be precise,” You looked up and giggled on the memory, “I gave you a gift then you gave me a carnation flower. After that, you told me—”

“Is it alright if I ask you to be my someone like your mama is to your papa?” Giorno cut you off and squeezed your hand, recalling the exact words he told you that day. He began to like holding your hand, it would be a shame to let this miss.

You turned your eyes to him, “Yeah, that. I was wondering if you have someone right now who.. you know, who you asked that?” You gazed at him with pure curiosity, wanting to know more of the people he's most fond with. Meeting his squad had been a blast, and it would be great if you met his special one.

“Did asking you counted?”

“Wha?”

“Is it..?”

Awkward. Silence. You didn't expect him to answer like that, to answer with so much swiftness and poise like he already knew your question and had prepared what to say. Giorno surely grew out of his shell, and that thought made you smile unknowingly, which flushed him even more.

“Can I sit closer to you, [Y/N]?” Giorno tugged your hand after he asked, and you responded with facing to your side so he could move closer to you. You looked down on your clasped hands that broke hold with his, not knowing what to say when he literally confessed for the second time.

“Don't you feel cold with your open chest?”

“Can we hug again?”

Another. Awkward. Silence. You were trying to start up a new topic because it had been too quiet, but you were out of place. How do you even tell him that you still like him? Of course it isn't like the time when you were kids, shrugging off uneasy moments with outgoing replies and with the littlest of distractions. It had been years since you first saw each other, and the bond with the gang earlier helped you both catch up a bit, but it isn't going too well without them. Is it really alright to talk about such feelings now?

You glanced at the nervous Giorno and nodded, a small smile finding its way to his lips. He put an arm around your shoulder and gently pulled you in. You shifted your body and wrapped your arms around his torso, your head once again resting on his shoulder. With that, he proceeded to lock you in both of his arms as he placed his head on yours and closed his eyes, GER manifesting on your other side as it mimicked its user's hold on you.

Feeling your affectionate form nestle close to him is what he'd describe as his cloud nine, all the built-in stress being released as the snippets of emptiness that unfortunate circumstances brought were filled. How come you managed to be the same angel that he knew a decade ago? As someone incredibly whipped for you, he already knows the reason, but maybe he'd ask you of that sooner or later just to see you in a blushing state.

In the present, he'll gratify himself of this moment, the voice of Abbacchio saying that he should ‘use his smart ass and not ruin this’ echoing through his mind.

He kissed your crown as you snuggled closer to him, giving him the composure he needed to speak of his feelings for you, “Don't worry. You have the whole month to think of your answer to my question. For now, listen to my voice as I tell you how much you mean to me, even if I get separated from you for a devastating number of years.”

“Sei la luce della mia vita, amore mio.”

Overarching warning for each chapter and the entire series: Oscar Isaac is being used as a name and face claim, this is not based on the actual actor.

September turned into October, into November, faster than your head could wrap around. Selene was begging you to go to the bar this weekend again with her, you hadn’t been since the weekend school first started. Running into Professor Isaac at the bar hadn’t been your ideal situation, you were so ensnared by him that honestly it spooked you a bit, but you couldn’t help the draw. You couldn’t help the attraction you felt, but you knew even without his mark matching yours, you’d find him attractive. So when you ran into him, you immediately ran from him and avoided the bars ever since. Not that it actually mattered, you had become so busy with school work for the last classes you needed that you didn’t even want to go. And honestly? You were impressed at how Selene went every weekend and maintained her grades. It was intense. 

Sliding into your desk next to her you sighed, “no Selene,” glancing over at her, you found her staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen in your life. “Fuck fine,” you found yourself agreeing despite the massive amount of things you absolutely needed to finish this weekend. The girlish squeal she left out was timed almost perfectly to Professor Isaac walking in, which caused you to laugh as he looked over at the two of you with a questioning brow raised. 

“It’s gonna be so much fun! I’ll help you get ready,” she said, turning in her own seat to focus on what today’s lesson was going to be about, before she gasped softly, “we can get you laid!!!” she practically cheered despite the quietness of her voice. 

“No.” You spoke before you could even filter your thoughts, “we both know that’s a bad idea, and we both know that the only person I will sleep with is my dear protector.” While the sentence came out with a sarcastic tone, she knew that you’d never sleep with anyone that isn’t your soulmate, having now met them. Before, yeah you had, but finding your one had immediately tabled any desire for anyone else. She grinned again before uttering a very soft, barely heard ‘kayy’

While you were absolutely enamored with your professor, you needed today’s class to be over. You had questions on the project over blacksmithing, you were to take a weapon of your choosing and dive into the how and why it was created. While incredibly interesting, you certainly weren’t one hundred percent certain on how to work through this. 

Zoning into Professor Isaac’s voice, your eyes wandered over him again, and you couldn’t help the small smile you had on your face as you stared at him. He was incredibly fine, and while not directly yours yet, he was still yours. And it was interesting to say the least, you’ve done good hiding your mark whenever you’ve had to work one on one with him, but you desperately wanted to tell him. “Class dismissed,” he spoke, while you watched everyone pack up and begin to head out, you grabbed your paper out and pushed your sleeves up to your elbows, “I’ll catch up Selene,” you waved your paper at her before heading towards his desk.

“Hey professor, have a minute?” you asked as you walked up to him, “I know it’s outside your office hours, but I have a class that clashes with your hours tonight and I don’t want to turn in a project that isn’t quality.” 

“Depends,” he chuckled, before reaching for the paper in your hand. Before you could even register the soft gasp that had left his lips, your paper fell from your hand as his own hand latched around your wrist and lifted your arm, “Algiz, the sign of protection, and matching to my own.” his brown eyes locked with yours, a fierceness you’ve never seen before filling them. “You’ve hid this since the start of the semester.” 

You could hardly breathe, he was so close and he knew, so you dumbly nodded, barely processing the fact that you both had moved closer, you by a soft pull of your wrist. His thumb gently gliding over the marking, the room was silent, you could only hear your heart beating aggressively in your ears, oh god could he hear it? Could he hear how your heart raced at the proximity? You knew you should answer, you knew you should say something but you couldn’t. Your mouth was incredibly dry.

He glanced up at you again, seeing the small amount of panic on your features, “it’s okay darling, I’m not mad, curious, but not mad.”

The breath you weren’t fully aware you were holding left your lungs in a rush, a small giggle left you as you worked saliva around your mouth again, “I didn’t want to risk your job. I wanted to tell you, but it’d be my degree and your job. I didn’t want to do that to you.” Your voice was soft as you looked at him, “I panicked when I saw yours on the first day of class, been hiding it ever since. Even when I don’t have your class.” 

A startled choke left your lips as the door handle to his classroom jingled, causing you both to quickly jump apart from your quite intimate hold, his hand quickly picking your paper back up, clearly pretending to read it quickly, as another teacher walked in, “Oh! Sorry Oscar, didn’t realize you’d have a student right now.”

“No worries Pedro, she has a class that clashes with my office hours, give me a moment and I’ll be ready,” he looked up and towards the male with a soft smile, a smile you immediately wanted to see more of. Turning his head towards you, “the only thing you’re missing the mark on is the why, I want to know why they chose it, either why you think it or what you learned from research, personally I’m always more interested in the students interpretation, I think you’ll be fine.” He gave you the same soft smile he had given to Pedro, before he handed your paper back. Your eyes glanced over your paper before your own bright smile took over your features. Call me, we’ll talk later.

Leaving his classroom, you headed for your car, knowing Selene would be at it, especially with the never ending buzz of your phone as you pulled it out of your bag, “I’m coming I'm coming calm your tits” you chuckled as you answered her call.

“Honestly, had you not picked up I would have assumed you two were fucking,” her voice was chirppy but definitely a little annoyed at how long it had taken you. Luckily you both only had one more class for the day and it was later in the afternoon, surprisingly when the college put you two together, they did great. You both were in the same major/minor and ended up being the best of friends. It was interesting to say the least.

“Bitch, in your dreams,” you laughed, keeping your news to yourself for now. While she knew he was your soulmate you weren’t entirely sure how she’d take whatever had happened today.

A loud scoff came from the red head, “more like yours! I see you! I’m hanging up now! TA TA.” 

You couldn’t stop laughing as you came up and tossed your bag in the backseat, “you’re an idjit.” 

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“Why do you think he did it?” Her voice broke the silence between you. 

“Kylo or Poe?” you questioned with a laugh, “Poe because it’s mutually beneficial. Kylo though? I don’t have an answer for that. We were friends, best friends actually. I never thought it was more than that. I assume that as my powers developed, an accidental attachment was left behind.” You shrug tilting your head back and looking at the sky, “I’ve heard from some people that the feeling after a succubus uses their abilities to gain life force and energy is euphoric. Could very well be attached to that feeling.” 

As the sky darkened, you sighed, “time to go.” Pushing yourself up off the ground, you turned to face her and grabbed her hand, “this is your first time back yeah?” She gave a soft nod, “hold on tight then, breaking this barrier is the part that isn’t the most comfortable.”

With that, you tugged her over the cliff with you. She let out a soft scream as you laughed and tugged her completely to your body, your wings wrapped around both of you. After a moment, you let go as you neared her gate, “I’m going to kick you towards it, you’ll make it.” Letting go of her, you moved quickly, to push her towards the gate, you needed to surface where you always did after all. 

Watching Rey’s wings unravel and guide her to her gate had you in awe, you hadn’t realized her wings were a very light gray. Interesting. As she crossed the threshold, you worked your way towards your gate. Breaking through, you wrapped your wings to your back, allowing them to seemingly blend into your skin as tattoos in case any humans happened to be around. Breaking through the surface, you were shocked to see Kylo at the edge of the water. Did he know? What in Stars' name was he doing here?

“You’re early,” he spoke, breaking your train of thought and offering his gloved hand as you came out of the water. Taking his hand, you could already feel the warmth of energy seeping back into you. 

“Didn’t have a choice Ren,” your voice firm laced with annoyance at the fact that you had spent the last two, going on three, years doing this routine. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment as he tugged your hand softly to follow him. Which would have been alarming had you been paying attention.

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Rey’s breaths were harsh as she broke through her gate into the middle of the woods, her wings tight against her as they blended into her skin to look like tattoos to any humans she ran into. Shaking her head softly, she looked around, middle of the woods? Check. Map? Patting her pockets, she pulled it out. Check. Watch? Check, and set for 11 hours. The goal was for her to find your horns and be back before that, but she needed to be back at her gate for you by the 12-hour mark. She could make her way home without you, but if she manages to find your horns? She wants to be able to give them to you. 

Putting the map back in her pocket, she started her journey to the base and ship. She hadn’t been back since Kylo found her last year, and she took off with Poe and Finn - breaking Poe out on the way, but who is keeping track of that. 

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Coming around the bend, your eyes widened as you saw Knights of Ren packing up Kylo’s belongings and the small number of belongings you had here. Whipping your head towards him, “where do you think you’d going?” 

“Oh my pet, don’t you worry. You’re coming with us after all,” he mused as he tilted his head down towards you with a wicked grin, “can’t have you thinking you can marry that insufferable man. I told you,” his hand caught your jaw, “you’re mine.”

You couldn’t breathe, everything felt cold but insanely hot at the same time. Your blood ran cold at the implication. He was never going to let you leave. He was never going to give you up. How did he know? Who was his spy in the kingdom? There was no way for him to know without a spy. Who turned on you? Trying to pull your head away from him, caused his grip to tighten on your chin as he shook his head at you. You could feel the bile rising in your throat as you looked at his cold brown eyes bearing into yours. 

Letting go of your chin, he handed you to a Knight of Ren with a curt order to get you locked in a cell on board. 

“Please Kylo, please,” your voice was weak, you were panicking. Could hardly breathe as you stared at him, “you don’t have to do this.” You cried, attempting to pull away from the knight. “Let me go damn it!” your voice suddenly firm, as you ripped your arm away from the night and started back towards Kylo.

“How DARE you. You have taken everything from me Kylo, I would rather die with the knowledge that I got to choose the family and friends I LOVE than be stuck with you. You are a vile, cruel, and despicable being who deserves nothing but the worst.” You paused as his head whipped towards you with a menacing glare that ordinarily would have made you back down. “It will come for you Kylo. It may not be by my hand, but it will come for you.” His hand slamming into your throat choked you and caused your breath to falter, “and when it does, I hope to the Stars’ that I’m still alive to witness it.” you choked out, feeling your feet lift off the ground. 

Kylo grinned in your face, “I may be those things, but I will ensure your death before I allow you to return home to him or my mother.”

A sudden sharp pain hit your neck before you were dropped to the ground by Kylo, “she’ll be cooperative until it wears off, make sure you lock it when you leave her there.” his words were fuzzy and muddled in your head, as your vision started to fade. Oh no. 

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No one made any attempts at communication but you all began to move and stand up. Leia’s smile this morning was beaming and incredibly bright as she twirled your dress to hang up on your closet door. It was gorgeous and fit incredibly with you and your personality, honestly, it was your dream dress. You immediately allowed your fingers to trace over the fabric with a soft yet beaming smile on your face. You could hear the girls behind you, excited chatter filling your ears. The only qualm you had about today was the fact that you hadn’t gotten to wake up with Poe, while you understood why and understood the girls need to do this it didn’t change the fact that you slept more at peace with him than without him. Leia was muttering something next to you as the photographer and stylists she chose for this came in. You barely registered the soft flash from the camera before you were turning with a beaming smile towards your girls, your family. 

You were lightly pushed into your chair at your vanity as both hair and makeup started on you with the soft shutter of the camera every few moments. You tried to keep your expression neutral as they worked so the woman with the makeup brush didn’t have to tell you to stop smiling but you couldn’t help the small soft smile that had made its way onto your features. It was small enough that it wasn’t going to affect the makeup but big enough that the camera could capture you at peace. 

“Do you want your horns out or in?” a soft voice asked, the one you recognized to be the hairstylist. She seemed timid about asking just based on what the kingdom had heard of you and heard of your return. With your own meek smile, you responded with a soft out but please don’t grab without warning. She had simply smiled in return, before adjusting your hair around your horns, allowing them to be shown off. They curled back slightly before going into a twisted pattern like a markhor. They were your favorite part of you, they were roughly 6 inches long and you had missed them dearly when they were gone. 

As the artist told you to keep your face neutral for lipstick, you took a deep breath to regulate your expression and not mess her up. As she painted your lips with a dark satin red color, Rey sat down next to you, her own hair and makeup already completed, she had a bright smile as she watched you. The only request you had made for this wedding was that it was outdoors in the woods. She wanted to ask why, and she was going too. Opening your eyes to her, you grinned now that both hair and makeup were away from you. Before she could open her mouth to ask the question that everyone had been asking, you grabbed her hand and pushed the reason into her head. 

Tumbling through the woods, the ever expanding forest that surrounded the kingdom and your home was your favorite pastime it had been since you were born you swore. You couldn’t remember a time where you weren’t constantly in the woods and weren’t constantly running around like a madwoman. This was where you met Poe for the first time. A little lost, not full of swagger yet but still just as obnoxious. Dodging a branch you didn’t even slow down until your body slammed full strength into someone else. A loud grunt leaving both of your lips as you both toppled to the ground. A shrill “I’m so sorry!” left your lips as you looked at the boy under you. He was cute even then, his dark eyes drew you in immediately. Poe cried then, only because of the way you both had landed had caused him to get hurt. You had quickly moved to help him, realizing you had dislocated his shoulder. 

“Careful, careful! You’re gonna make it worse!” you chastised as he tried to get up and get away from you. With a soft sigh you pushed him back down, and placed your knee against his chest, “this is going to hurt,” you warned before quickly moving his shoulder back into place. His sharp yell of pain made you look down at him eyes full of worry, “I’m sorry.”

You stood up quickly, before offering your hand to him. He stared up at you from the forest floor, eyes watching you warily, shaking his head softly. “I promise I won’t hurt you, I really didn’t see you there.” you mused, not moving your hand from its position. “What are you even doing out here anyway? I never see other people out here. Oh I’m y/n by the way.”

Slowly he took your hand which caused you to beam as you lightly pulled him up, offering stabilization more than anything. He brightly smiled at you once he was back on his feet, “I’m Poe!” he practically shouted at you, “I just wanted to go for a walk but got off trail and can’t find my way back.” He was sheepish then, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. 

When you threw your head back with a laugh, he had groveled for a moment but was enthralled by your beauty even then. He knew then that you were going to be a key person in his life. Without missing a beat, you tugged him along with you back towards your village on the outskirts. Despite your family being heavily involved with the royal family, they chose to remain at the outskirts. It was a comfort for them. “Cmon, my mom will be able to help. She’s the king’s cartologist.” You looked back then and saw the look of confusion on his face, “she makes the maps! She knows everything.”

Rey blinked as the memory ended, she couldn’t stop the smile that was on her face as she looked back at you. You were standing over by Leia now, getting ready to step into your dress. Leia held a crown in her hands, one that matched your dress perfectly. It was almost comical actually seeing you get ready, you looked so nervous but so happy to be surrounded by your family that no one could stop their smiles. Rey came up behind you then, and crouched down in order to assist with your dress, she was in charge of closing you in. The soft shutter of the camera still filled the room, occasionally accompanied by a flash, and you felt everything melt away as you stepped into your dress. As Rey’s fingers worked behind you, Leia placed the crown on your head, and your eyes filled with tears. These were your people. This was your family. You couldn’t have done it without them. 

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Wings fluttered as everyone stood for you to enter, the sound was magical honestly. Gripping your bouquet, you blinked away the tears. Leia had gone before you, leaving you in the hall blocked by doors that led to the forest. Stepping in front of the doors, both guards gave you bright smiles, waiting for your confirmation to open the doors. A soft barely vocalized ready left your lips, the guards both nodded before turning to grab the handles, with a look back at you they nodded again which you returned. Opening the doors, you were greeted by how bright it was outside of the palace walls. 

Immediately your eyes found Poe standing with Leia, Finn and Rey. Rose had chosen to sit as the numbers were off with her, which you had laughed about because you didn’t care. You just wanted her there. She still wore a dress that matched Rey’s because she was still a bridesmaid. Stepping forward, your feet found forest floor, Leia’s powers had been at work based on the intricate archway that acted as your aisle. Vines had come from the ground and wove themselves together to create 6 individual archways, each one had different flowers. Ones that didn’t belong in hell but the meanings all came from love and life. The first flowers were Chrysanthemums, joy and long life. The second flowers were Dahlias, a lasting bond. The third were Tulips, meaning perfect love. The fourth were Orchids, love, beauty and strength. The fifth were Peony’s, beauty and elegance. The sixth and final were red roses, true love. 

Your bouquet was made up of all of the same flowers, Leia had given it to you before departing the hall. Tightening your grip on the flowers, you locked eyes with Poe. The smile on his face rivaled the brightness of the sun with how genuinely overjoyed he looked and was. Poe was a sucker for sentimental and marrying you in the forest that you met in? Sold. Seeing you in your breathtaking dress, looking like a true goddess to him? He was ready to sob, his eyes watered as he watched you walk down the aisle to him. You couldn’t stop the happy tears from escaping as you quickly brought a hand to pat them with the handkerchief that Leia had hidden in your bouquet. Your bright smile didn’t falter for a moment as you came to stand with Poe, his hand reaching for you as you reached the last few steps towards him. 

“Hi Stardust,” he spoke softly, pressing his forehead to yours for just a moment, grounding both of you, as you handed your bouquet to Rey and grabbed onto his hands with both of yours. Leia’s hands clapped together behind you, not as a loud break apart noise but an attention getter. She grinned at both of you. 

“With all of the love in my heart, I am beyond happy to be binding you two together. You are both great people, and incredibly important to the royal guard. I knew when I met the both of you for the first time that eventually you would be together,” Leia began, as she grabbed the rope of binding, “Poe and Y/N have decided to share their own vows, but for the binding ceremony we must continue with the traditional binding words first.” She handed Poe a fiery end of the Rope of Binding,  “Poe Dameron, do you as Prince of Hell take Y/N L/N to be your wife and queen,” she tossed in with a wink, before opening her mouth to continue.

“I do!” Poe interrupted in excitement, he could barely contain himself. This was the love of his life of course it was a resounding yes! 

“I wasn’t finished,” Leia chuckled, “for all things good, for all things bad, for any sickness that may take, for all the healthy moments of chaos, for the truth in love.”

“I can’t help it!” he laughed in response as you laughed with him, “I do, forever I do.”

“Y/N L/N, do you as royal cartographer and now Princess of Hell, take Poe Dameron to be your husband,” Leia spoke as she tightly wrapped Poe’s hand in the Rope of Binding, pausing where your hands were joined, as she looked up at you, “for all things good, for all things bad, for any sickness that may take, for all the healthy moments of chaos and for the truth in love?” 

“I do,” you responded, firm and strong, a little teary but strong nonetheless. Leia grinned before wrapping your hand as well, crossing over towards your free hand to hold the other end as Poe held his.

“Then by my power of love and marriage, I bind you both together,” her voice was firm and strong but incredibly magical at the same time. It fluttered in the air as the Rope of Binding fully lit and seared your skin without pain. Your eyes flicked down, as did Poe’s neither of you expected that, the Rope of Binding didn’t scar unless it was a fated match. Leia gasped softly, not noticeable to the crowd but noticeable to you and Poe. It was the first time she had seen it, with a bright smile she looked to the both of you, “Poe, you may start with your vows, and ring exchange.”

Grinning, Poe tugged you forward slightly, just by a small step but forward nonetheless, “Starshine. There are so many words I could say. There are so many things I want to say, some I’ll reserve for later when it’s just us,” he chuckled at that as he gave you a wink. “Primarily I just want to say how much I love you. When I first proposed, I knew I had wanted to marry you. I’ve known it since the day you accidentally tackled me in these woods. I just didn’t know then how truly in love with you I was and am. When you didn’t come home on your last trek to Earth, I thought I’d lost you forever. I absolutely was not going to let that happen though. I’ve paid for losing you then, nightly when you launch me into a wall,” his eyes crinkled as a laugh rang through the crowd, you laughing along with them, “what I’m saying is, you’re stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere. I love you Starshine, forever.”

You were openly crying now, soft tears rolling down your cheeks as he pulled out his mother’s ring again, but this time your wedding band was attached to it, “I promise forever,” he spoke softly, sliding the ring onto your hand before gently wiping your tears. 

“Hotshot, you’re an idiot, in the most loving way,” you chuckled, beginning your own vows, not letting Leia interrupt the moment, “you’re my best friend and have been since the very first day we met. When I ran into you that day, I remember looking down at you and thinking how pretty you were, until I realized I had dislocated your shoulder. Bringing you home to my mom that first time, I knew then you’d be it for me in some way. She was enamored with you, and while she isn’t here anymore, she would be telling me ‘I told you so’ in the same loving way that Leia did when I told her I was in love with you. I spent every day that I was apart from you writing you letters, I never gave them to you,” you paused, turning your head towards Rey, who pulled your journal out and handed it to you, “I’m giving them to you now as a reminder of what we overcame.” Grabbing his hand again, you grabbed his ring from Rey, “I love you Poe, always.”

“If you don’t kiss her for that I will” Leia cut in with a laugh, “you may now kiss the bride Poe.”

Grinning at you, Poe immediately tugged you fully towards him, slamming his lips onto yours. A soft groan escaping both of your lips, your fingers immediately threaded into his hair, as one of his hands cupped your face, his lips were soft against yours. A soft “I love you” fell from both of you without fully pulling apart, you could hear the cheer of everyone around you, but your only thoughts and feelings were consumed by Poe. This was happiness. This was your dream and it was a dream come true.

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Your body felt like it was floating, the feeling of numbness becoming unnumb floated through you. There was a tingling sensation filling your senses as you started to tune into the buzzing sound that filled your head, angry pounding began to fill your head. Wrenching your eyes open, you blinked rapidly at the white and black spots that currently filled your vision. Slowly, you flexed your hands rapidly bringing that tingling sensation through your hands and arms. You tried to bring a hand up to your face and quickly realized that your hands were restrained, panic filled you. Blood running cold, you tried to calm down as you were finally able to assess the room you were in. How long was I out? Where the fuck am I? God I hope Rey made it. Your thoughts were rapid, finally slowing your breath and assessing your restraints. Both wrists were individually bound, as were both ankles, with a band across your waist. Groaning, you looked around the room, standard cell for the finalizer. Great, at least I’m on board with my horns. 

The door slid open, revealing Kylo, and while you couldn’t deny that he looked pretty in his black suit, you were curious as to why he was wearing one. “Good, you’re awake. I was beginning to think I gave you too much.” he mused with a sly smile on his features. “I know, you’re angry. I did what I had to.” He glared as you scoffed at him, “you had accepted that idiots’ proposal, I couldn’t have you thinking you could leave me. I told you, you’re mine. That means you’re mine forever, whether you want to consummate it or not, you need me and you know it.”

“I would rather die,” your response came quickly, filled with venom both at his arrogance but mainly at his absolute audacity. “You made a choice for me and I made my choice. I only came back to tell you it was the last time.”

“Foolish” he mused, “and wrong. You brought that scavenger brat with you, and sent her through a different gate.” 

You fought to keep your expression neutral as he revealed information that he shouldn’t have known, which didn’t necessarily surprise you given your current predicament. Calming your frayed nerves, you maintained your glare at him, but didn’t bother giving him a response.

His hand came to caress your face, as he stared down at you with an unmatched obsession, you found yourself feeling smaller than you ever had. Even after he took your horns you still had maintained your position as Leia’s right-hand with Poe at the lead. But this… This feeling that filled you had you feeling terrified and small. You currently had no idea where Rey was, but could still sense your horns on board which meant she was still here - hidden, prisoner, or dead. “We haven’t found her yet,” his voice was soft, as he continued staring at you while holding your cheek, “but if we do - and we will - you will not like the outcome.” He grinned at you, a wicked grin that set a very unsettling feeling through you. 

“If you find her, I will not let you,” your voice was weaker than the first words you spoke, venom no longer filling it, but genuine fear for one of your best friends. 

Poe’s panic filled voice filled the meeting room where Finn, Leia, Chewy, and Han were all sat.  He had changed today’s meeting from the whole group that previously attended to a small trusted few. He was panicking, it had been over 12 hours, the window in which you were supposed to return was gone. Neither of you had emerged back on the cliff where he and Finn had waited. Poe didn’t leave the spot on the cliff for 6 of the hours you were gone, he was too panicked too. His gut had told him something went wrong and now he knew for sure something had. You were never late on your return. 

His pacing only ceased when a rapid beep filled the room they were in, an incoming transmission. Leia placed a hand on his shoulder, “sit Poe,” she pushed him gently towards his chair, and lightly pushed down on his shoulder to have him sit. Moving back to the monitor, she accepted the transmission and pressed play on the attached video file. 

The video feed opened to you strapped to the same tilted platform Rey was trapped on at one point. Your wrists and ankles bound, with the band across your waist. Your eyes were closed and you currently didn’t have any harm done to you - outside of course being unconscious. You were still in the same outfit you wore when you left, so nothing had happened outside of being knocked out. Which was refreshing for the group but still worrisome as you were trapped away from them. Kylo’s voice filled the room, “this is the last you will see of your precious succubus,” he walked into frame, standing broad, “when we find the scavenger, she will die. You made a grave mistake thinking you could take her from me.” He grinned then, a grin that made him look vicious and evil. A grin that made them all pause. Especially, when he turned back to look at you, the grin didn’t waver but he did give a sigh. Clearly not liking the sight of you bound. 

The video ended, paused on him staring at you. A collection of voices immediately filled the room, but Poe couldn’t focus on them, he couldn’t take his eyes away from the screen. He was infuriated yes but most of all he was terrified. You were everything to him, and he knew this was going to start an all out war if they weren’t careful. Did he really care about a potential war? No, not really as it was already beginning, but this… this was a personal war against him. Kylo was angry for a variety of reasons but two main things stuck out to Poe both of which were things that Poe technically took from Kylo in some way. You and the throne. Someone’s hands came to rest on Poe’s shoulders, trying to knock him out of the trance he was in. 

“Poe, dude. Breathe. We’re going to get both of them out of this alive,” his hands shaking Poe back and forth until Poe’s eyes finally snapped back up to Finn. “I promise, we will figure this out dude.”

Poe gave a singular nod, before standing up, and cutting the transmission entirely. Shaking his head, he got himself back into the correct headspace. “We need to figure out a plan and we need to figure out who the rat was. I need to know every single person that was in that meeting. They were considered to be trusted so they probably work around the command.”

His fingers found his mom’s - now yours - ring on his neck, while a tiny part of him was glad you didn’t have it with you because he couldn’t imagine what Kylo would be putting you through if he had seen it versus just heard it. But the other much larger part of him hated that you didn’t have it as a source of comfort. Immediately the room burst into work, Leia pulling up the information on the previous meeting from her own personal drive - which still had more security than anyone else could deem necessary until now that is. 

“The meeting list, outside of us; Rose, Riley, Riot, and Sabine. The only name I don’t actually recognize on this list is Sabine. Does anyone know who that is?” Leia spoke, reading from the datapad in her hand. “She’d have to have been trusted by someone or snuck in behind someone without realizing her badge would automatically scan as she went through the sensor.”

“Isn’t Sabine that smuggler we recently brought back through?” Han questioned, as he looked at Chewy for confirmation. Chewy’s response was an immediate yes. 

Leia looked to Poe, who was sitting at the table, elbows on his knees, with his fingers threaded into his hair. The clear anxiety and fear was written throughout him, whether you looked at his face or his body, you could feel it rolling off of him in waves. It almost made Leia smile despite the situation, because while Poe considered his proposal to you a convenience, it was clear he was in love with you. Undoubtedly so, she couldn’t wait to see that realization come when you were both reunited again. 

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