Star Wars Masterlist Series Masterlist
Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as âsupreme leader?â who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about âThe Force?'
Itâs two days later, and youâre still thinking about everything that happened with Kylo as you scan peopleâs groceries and ring them up. Your manager tells you to smile more. You tell him you quit.Â
In terms of dream jobs, you could certainly scratch that one off the list. You didnât need a manager who told you to smile obnoxiously while you scanned thirty apples across the belt like you were in some kind of math problem. And it was hard to have small talk with customers when your mind was constantly thinking about the space war going on in another galaxy far away from yours.
Instead, you handed in your shitty reused nametag and decided to treat yourself to a day of ice cream and TV, only to remember that today was your neighborhood barbeque. It beats a day of sulking on your couch, and the familiar company would be a welcome change from cold space lords and sleazy managers. You really couldnât catch a break, not even in another universe.
After a quick shower and a change of clothes, youâre making the perilous journey of going two houses down. Youâre barely stepping out of the door when the sound of communal laughter hits you, the heavy smell of meat and charcoal wafting through the air thanks to the soft summer wind. Today really was a perfect day for a barbeque, if only your neighbors with the pool were hosting it. Though there was still time for that.
You hope the host wonât mind you being an hour and a half late to the party. At least it wasnât a potluck; then youâd really be in trouble.
When you get to the house, you bypass the front door and walk straight towards the back gate, the same way you did last year and the year before that⌠and every year since this family moved to this neighborhood.
The backyard of this house was bigger than yours and thus, had enough room for not only their entire neighborhood to gather, but also a bounce house for the kids. You didnât know if you were more jealous of the big yard or the kids currently bouncing so hard they were getting rubber burns.
âWell, look who decided to show up!â Your neighbor pulls you into a big hug, and you smile and breathe in the scent of sunscreen and vanilla shampoo. After the other night's unmentionable panic attack, youâre more than receptive to all the physical touch you can get. You were never taking hugs for granted again. The first time a person touched you after you woke up, you flinched, half expecting their hand to go through you. You were only slightly worried about the implications that this situation was already affecting your mental state⌠and not in a good way.
A warm hand on your back guides you around the backyard, pointing out where to find the food and refreshments, and when it pulls away, you frown a little. Holy shit, you were touch-starved. One of the only cons of living alone. For a second you consider finding a roommate, but you shake the thought from your mind immediatelyânot only did you enjoy your personal space, but you didnât need anyone witnessing you talking to an invisible six-foot-something warlord.
Once youâve grabbed yourself a cup of lemonade, you find a sliver of shade to stand in and take in the scenery. The wind was nice, but the summer heat still tried to destroy anything that stood still in the sunlight for too long, animals and plants alike.
The bright sun and green, lively grass are so unlike the black metal walls and endless expanse of space in Kyloâs world.
You shake your head. You were here to get your mind off of that night.Â
You spot some of your neighbors' kids playing together, running across the yard and weaving through their parents' legs. You grin and take a sip of your lemonade, homemade by the host, of course.Â
Briefly, you remember babysitting those kids a couple months ago and make a mental note to add that to your list of potential jobs. Professional babysitter didnât seem too bad; you were great with kids, and you know the parents in this neighborhood would love the extra help.
You slip into people-watching as the minutes tick by. You werenât unfamiliar with your neighbors by any means, but you couldnât exactly relate to most of their conversations about parenthood and businesses. There were a few women here with their own self-owned businesses who seemed so well versed in their crafts it was almost intimidating...although maybe it would be a good idea to ask them for some job advice.
You push off from your shady corner and begin to make your way over when a familiar face stops you in your tracks.
Youâre frozen in your spot at the sight of him standing awkwardly in the group of people. You resist cartoonishly rubbing your eyes to see if heâs really here. You suppose if you could follow him out of his room, he could follow you out of yours; it just throws you for a loop how real he looks standing there. Itâs not until someone spills their drink and it goes through him that you let go of the tension you didnât know you were holding.Â
The closer you look, the more the illusion begins to wear off, the ground near him has no shadow, and the sun isnât bouncing off of his pale skinâheâs not really here. But what would you have done if he were?
As the shock of seeing him slowly begins to wane, you nearly laugh at how out of place he looks. While most guys here are dressed in casual shorts and breathable shirts, heâs in the same long-sleeved black sweater and pants as last time. Youâll give him credit though, he looks comfy as hell. You wish you could ask him where he got the sweater, but, wellâ
You watch as his eyes scan the crowd, his usual stoic face is pulled into a slight frown, and if you knew any better, youâd say he looked a littleâŚlost. If other people could see him, heâd stick out like a sore thumb, and not just because of his dark aesthetic; his features were distinct, and he carried himself with a no-nonsense attitude that didnât fit the bill of your friendly neighborhood.
Someone call the HOA on this guy.Â
Still, something akin to relief passes through you at the sight of dark brown eyes instead of the soulless black mask. It was easier to see him as human this way. Thank God he didnât go to sleep with his mask on. Honestly, youâre a little surprised he doesnât, he seems like the kind of guy who never wants to be caught unaware. The thought reminds you of the last time you saw him: the towel slung low on his hips, his chest on full displayâyou shake your head for the umpteenth time today. You really needed to get a grip.Â
In a strange form of self-regulation, you close your eyes, breathe in deep, and repeat âevil space warlordâ over and over in your head as you picture a cartoonish version of Kylo torturing innocent little green aliens with devil horns and a pitchfork.Â
When your eyes land back on Kylo, you come to the conclusion it only worked about forty percent.Â
Part of you couldnât help but think how strangely intimate it is to see him face to bare face. From what youâd seen in his world, he didnât show his bare face a lot. In fact, it wasnât even a choice for him to be showing you. It felt kind ofâŚwrong, like a nonconsensual vulnerability. You suppose he could go to bed with the helmet on, but you know that wouldnât be comfortable.Â
Like he is now. Clearly uncomfortable in the crowd. Sure, people couldn't see him or touch him, but you experienced firsthand how disorienting that was. And crowded places were never easy to be in, even with a physical body. Honestly, before the other night you thought being perceived was awful, but now not being perceived was just as bad, especially in an unfamiliar place.
Maybe it would be different if it was something you chose, but both of you were forced into this.
Kyloâs eyes find yours as you're observing him, and you blush and glance away, feeling caught. He got to stare at you like a statue all he wanted, but your stupid moral code made you feel guilty for staring so brazenly. Not to mention your mind was hell-bent on conjuring up images of him shirtless. It was almost dizzying how your mind ping-ponged between âshirtless space princeâ and âevil evil war man.âÂ
You were seconds away from strangling the metaphorical angel and evil on your shoulders.
You see him begin his path towards you from the corner of your eye and frown, already feeling tension seeping back into your shoulders. You need to find something to calm you down soon, or youâll end up looking constipated in the middle of this party. Itâs just hard to relax when the object of your frustration is actively walking towards you, probably with a witty remark locked and loaded.Â
What was with this guy and showing up at the worst times? And who just casually forgets to mention theyâre the leader of a war? â and a supreme one at that. What was he, the Taco Bell menu?
Just as he arrives by your side, youâre saved by two little heads of hair coming up to you. Theyâre panting and sweaty and full of grass stains, and you smile and crouch down to match their height. Youâre glad for the distraction from the 6-foot ghost currently haunting this barbeque. Where are the fucking Ghostbusters when you need them?
âHey guys, whatâs up?âÂ
You recognize the older one as your neighbor's son, whom youâve babysat once or twice. Heâs a lot taller than the last time you saw him. The other, smaller boy hides behind the other shyly, you donât recognize him. He must be a friend. Unless one of your other neighbors had a secret kid they didnât tell you about. You did suspect one of the couples was undercover FBI, they were too nice. A kid would take some of the suspicion off.
âUmm, we found this for you.â The older one holds a yellow dandelion weed out to you, his hands are covered in dirt and grass, the same as his knees and shoes. Obviously, heâs been taking advantage of his parents being occupied with socializing. You graciously accept the flowerârelieved that itâs not a bug of some kindâand thank the boys before they take off running again. Though it looks like theyâve been playing for a while, apparently they still had more energy left in them.Â
The black wall of a man is a jumpscare when you turn back around and you nearly jump out of your skin, flinching and clutching a hand to your chest. Your eyes quickly dart around to make sure no one saw your reaction. You didnât know how long this was going to last, but youâd have to learn to reel in your reactions if he was going to follow you around in public. At least in his world his reactions were hidden by his helmet. Not that youâd have any chance at jumpscaring him.
Maybe you should take a page out of his book and start wearing a mask everywhere. Maybe youâd reignite the 2016 killer clown craze. Or you could start something new like⌠actually, you had no idea.
Speaking of, the whole âmask and cape super villainâ getup being gone makes you wonder, if you went to bed in a different outfit, would you show up with that outfit on in his world? Your mind wanders through the different outfits you could fall asleep in: a dress, an inflatable dinosaur costume, and on occasion, you fell asleep in just your underwearâ
The warmth of a summer breeze rushes past you as your eyes glance around the yard, making a pit stop at the tall ghost for only a second before returning to people watching. You have no idea what heâs talking about, but you donât exactly feel like being his Siri today, not when you came here to have a good time.
When you donât respond for a while, he turns impatientâif his body language is anything to go off of. And though you want to ignore him, you know how disorienting it is when it feels like youâre not real, and despite your irritation with him, you sympathize. It wasnât like either of you chose this.
Briefly, you turn to him and raise your eyebrows in acknowledgement before directing your attention to the yellow liquid swishing around in your red Solo cup.
Lemonade. Drink of champions.Â
If he wanted answers, today he would have to work for them. You were done being interrogated and possibly judged about your life and planet when this man was out here killing babies or whatever.
âAre we really doing this?âÂ
The unimpressed voice of a warlord brings you out of your thoughts, and a glare settles on your features as you focus your attention on the chipped paint of the back fence. Itâs just far away enough that you have to squint to really see it. Professional painterâŚyou could try that job out.Â
âThereâs a lot of âthisâ around, youâll have to be more specific.â You mutter into your lemonade cup to not draw any attention to yourself. You imagine the soccer ball the kids are kicking around is Kyloâs head, and it makes you smile. You figure you kind of deserved to be petty considering the circumstances. Besides, it made something in you happy to deprive him of getting his way, even if just for a bit.
âWhere are we? Why are there people here?â
Breaking news: Anti-social War Leader Discovers What a Party is for the First Time. Not Clickbait!
You make a mental note to consider YouTuber as a profession and then immediately scratch that imaginary note out.Â
âItâs called a barbeque; theyâre a kind of party people have in the summer. Donât worry, youâre dressed appropriately.â You smirk into your cup as his eyes narrow at you, a small sense of pride welling up inside you.
âIf this is a party, thenâŚwhy are you by yourself?â You choke on your lemonade at his comment, coughing into the back of your hand to try to stop the citrus from burning your throat. The smirk is wiped from your face in a nanosecond, and when you see the corner of his lip uptick, you internally curse. Damn. Kylo- one, you- zero.
⌠Well, we could give you half a point; you got a reaction out of him instead of his usual blank stare.
âJesusâ You swallow roughly and turn to glare at him. "Iâm gonna need a stronger drink if you ask me questions like that."Â
âShould I get one for you then?â The self-satisfaction is practically rolling off of him, and you roll your eyes. Crossing your arms, you turn away from him, remembering other people can see your actions. Kylo- two, YouâŚstill at half a point.Â
Actually no, minus one billion points for Kylo being the supreme leader of a galactic war. You fight the self-satisfied smile that threatens to break out on your face, considering the fact that if anyone was watching you, theyâd be watching you choke on your lemonade and then smile like a maniac.Â
âTerrible joke,â you mutter under your breath, but youâre honestly a little in awe. You suppose quick wit was good for more than just war. Still, it surprised you how talkative he was being with you. Maybe you two trauma bonded over your little manic panic. You wondered if you should buy little confetti poppers to pop when he told a joke, heâd surely love that.
You snicker to yourself at the image and let a warm silence fall over the two of you, placing your now empty cup on the ground. Some of the tension from when he first walked over has waned, and for a moment you forget about everything. About how heâs not from this world, about the war he leads, about how unfamiliar and insane this situation is. You just breathe in the sweet scent of summer and twist the small weed in between your fingers.
âWhat is that?â He gestures to the small flower in your hand, and you stop twisting it so he can get a better look.Â
âItâs⌠well, itâs technically a weed, butââÂ
Would he even understand? Could you explain to him that sometimes things that look pretty are considered invasive? Would he relate? You snort at that thought.Â
Still, would he be able to see that it didnât have value because of what it was but because of what it meant? Does something so small even matter in his eyes?Â
You go silent, suddenly valuing the flower a lot more than before. You saw hundreds of dandelions in the summer, plucked them from your front yard more times than you could count, but never once did you see them as more than weeds. Now, standing here next to an alien whoâs never seen one before, youâre seeing something new in the small invasive species.
You wonder if Kylo saw the stars he destroyed as dandelions, picking them from their life source the same as you.
How many things did you take for granted because you were just used to seeing them every day? If you lived in Kyloâs world, a world of bleak greys and blacks, with stainless steel everything and the endless expanse of space outside of your window, something as small but bright as this weed would be considered a luxury. So why wasnât it here?
How many things have you discarded the value of just because you were told they were worthless? Clearly the little boy who gave you the weed saw value in it. Wasnât that enough? At what age would he stop seeing beauty in the little things, even if they have no real value to anyone else?
Were the stars Kylo destroyed like weeds to the galaxy? Detrimental to the environment and the planets surrounding them? You canât help but hope thatâs the case, hope that he wasnât killing innocent civilizations in the name of âThe Order.â
Somewhere along the way you mustâve pinched too hard on the dandelion's stem, as green stains the tips of your fingers and the end of it looks a little too 2D. Maybe you were reading too much into things, but⌠maybe as you grew up you learned to read too little into them. When did it become so normalized to ignore the beauty of everyday objects?
Working a bleak 9-to-5 routine office job really did a number on your outlook on life.
âThis weed is precious to you?â There's a lilt of teasing in his voice, one youâd normally be surprisedâor even happyâabout, but part of you wilts at the fact that he canât understand the way you desperately want him to. If you could make him see the value in one planet, maybe heâd begin to look at others a little differently. To see the value in your planet, in everything.Â
Or maybe you want him to see Earth's value because youâre a part of it. A small part of you worries if he had the chance, heâd destroy your planetâknowing you were on it. After all, itâs not like the two of you were close; interdimensionally tangled acquaintances at best.Â
âItâs so easy to take the little things for granted: the grass, the sun, the breeze. Everything around us, existing together. Heck, I even took being tangible for granted.â You turn to him to find his eyes still on the dandelion between your fingers, heâs staring hard, like heâs trying to see what you see in it. âI know youâve seen countless planets, some with flowers a lot more beautiful than this, I'm sure, but⌠Earth is the only planet I've ever known, and I can confidently say itâs home to some of the most beautiful creations in all the galaxy.âÂ
You donât know if youâre even getting through to a man who owns a ship called a star destroyer and has literal space as the backdrop to his meetings, but your perspective has certainly shifted. âIf only you could really be here. If only you could smell it, feel it. Then maybe youâd understand.âÂ
You brush the petals of the small weed with the pad of your finger and smile, a slight movement in your peripheral draws your attention as a large pale hand cautiously reaches for the yellow flowerâ
You flinch at the unexpected intrusion of a manâs voice, said man stalking towards you with a small wave and a large smile. Technically, he lived in the neighborhood behind yours, but he knew the people on your block and thus, was invited every year. Invitation by association had to be in violation of the HOA, where were the Karens when you so desperately needed them?
You plaster on a fake smile as he approaches and try to ignore the tall silent ghost clenching his fists next to you.Â
âHi Jeremy, itâs so good to see you.â âSaid Jeremy is red with sunburn. It covers his whole face and the sliver of skin showing beneath his Hawaiian T-shirt that makes him look older and douchier than usual. Youâre surprised he isnât always sunburned every time you see him, considering he has the confidence of a thousand suns.Â
Thereâs a distinct warmness that radiates off of his body, one that Kylo doesnât share on account of not being real. Truthfully, the lack of extra heat was welcome against the burning sun.
âWow, you look good. I mean really good.â He does the least subtle scan of your body youâve ever seen, lingering on the parts of your skin that are exposed before drawing his eyes back up to yours. You donât see the way Kylo rolls his eyes next to you. âYou know we all miss you at the office.â Right. And heâs also your ex-coworker who didnât even try and vouch for you when you were getting fired. You kind of maybe hate him a little bit. Just a little. I mean, how could you not?
âYeah! Yep. Really unfortunate what happened there, but Iâve moved on soâŚâ You wrap your arms around your stomach, suddenly feeling a little too exposed in the presence of this man. Somehow, even Kylo makes you feel more comfortable than this prick. Morally Grey Space Prince or Douche A La Barbequeâwatch out, Epic Rap Battles.Â
âThis is humiliating.â You barely spare a glance to the man next to you as he speaks, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Obviously you knew it was humiliating, but for him to say it out loud was kind ofâ âThose younglings did a better job at flirting with you than him.âÂ
You choke on air at his words, scrambling to cover it as a cough as you cast a brief wide-eyed look at Kylo. There are no crickets at this time of day to signify the silence that overcomes you, so you settle for the hum of cicadas instead, your brain is short-circuiting as both men focus on you.Â
âAre you okay?â Pursing your lips, you nod your head at Mr. Hawaiian Punch and mutter an excuse about needing some water as you make a quick escape inside the house. The cool air is immediately refreshing, but you donât stop walking until youâre shutting and locking the bathroom door. The wood is smooth and cool as you rest your forehead against it, you donât know if youâre this hot from the sun or from embarrassment, but either way itâs a welcome repose.Â
âYou canât just say things like that when weâre in public.â You donât have to turn around to know Kylo is there behind you. Despite not being able to hear his footsteps, the tug in your stomach always manages to tell you when heâs too far.Â
When you turn to look at him, he raises an eyebrow at you with a look that you canât decipher, either amusement or annoyance. Could be both.
âWhy? Was it distracting?â You donât fail to notice the challenging glimmer in his eyes and it hits you exactly why he was looking at you like that.Â
You stutter for a response but he cuts you off before you manage to formulate a coherent sentenceâ
âI was stating the obvious. It was a poor attempt.â You roll your eyes, an action that you fear might become a regular habit with him around.Â
In the confines of the small bathroom, his tall figure takes up too much roomâhis all-black outfit (which you can only assume is summer attire), stands starkly against the small pristine white of the bathroom. It almost feels like youâre back in that weird section of his ship for a second, and your stomach drops. You grip the counter till your knuckles turn white, reminding yourself that you are real and tangible in this world.Â
You shut your eyes and count to ten, focusing solely on the feeling of smooth marble counter within your hand as you try to quell the anxiety that threatens to take over. You did not need this right now. Not in public.
Focusing on the smell of ocean breeze hand soap and cleaning supplies, you finally manage to swallow the lump in your throat. A sentence finally able to emerge now that the blockade had disappeared.
 âLook, I'm not able to ignore you as easily as you ignore me. Itâs not like I can just tune you out, especially when you say weird, unfortunately true, remarks.â Of course you didnât want to go back to silent and intimidating Kylo, but youâd also prefer to not look crazy in front of your entire neighborhood. Especially your ex-coworker, who wouldnât miss the chance to run and tell the entire office that youâd gone bonkers after being fired.
There was enough going on in your life with being laid off and being followed around by a six-foot angsty ghost, you didnât need âvillage crazy ladyâ added to the list. Though youâd gladly apply for the position if it paid.
âI donât apologize.â He declares coolly, and youâre two blinks of his pretty little eyelashes away from tearing your own hair out. You genuinely canât tell if heâs enjoying seeing you so peeved, but either way you arenât going to argue about ethics for twenty minutes in someoneâs nautical-themed bathroom.
âI wasnât asking you toâ nevermindâ You sigh, gripping the doorknob and twisting. âCome on, letâs just go.âÂ
You were really going to need that drink.
Kylo seems to take your declaration as a challenge, throughout the rest of the party, he follows you diligently, making snide remarks and quips about the people you talk to. Some of them come a little too close to making you squirt canned margarita out of your nose. You believe itâs his form of retaliation against the things you say in his world.Â
Youâll show him that you can handle his 6-foot-something temper tantrum even if it costs you a bit of your dignity.Â
Despite the blatant fuckery, you do manage to hold down a solid conversation with a group of women discussing their small businesses. It gives you a good few ideas for future job endeavors, and you actually start enjoying yourself a little. Itâs not until the sun begins to set that you notice a distinct lack of witty remarks from over your shoulder. You turn only to find Kylo is nowhere to be found. The smallest part of you canât help but feel a little disheartened, though you canât, for the life of you, imagine why.Â
A/n: I've written and rewritten this chapter over and over and for some reason I feel like it's missing something, but I figured after literally close to a year of nothing I ought to try and finish the story for those of you still interested. Sorry I was gone for so long, Thanks for sticking with me guys! ~đ¤
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