Chapter 1: Breaking Stuff

They may be standing here in tuxedos, but that doesn't mean they approve.

For months, both men have debated whether to say "We object!" in regards to the union now being blessed, before deciding that ruining this shot at peace is too risky.

But that doesn't mean they approve.

They don't approve as they watch Rey - the last Jedi and their dear friend - exchange her wedding vows with Ben Solo, the reformed ex-leader of the destroyed First Order. Neither man is moved when they see Rey staring dreamily up at Ben as she promises, "I do."

The Minister beams, pleased. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Everyone bursts into applause as Ben and Rey passionately kiss. The pilot and former stormtrooper half-heartedly join them, before navigating the crowd of well-wishers now congregating along the cliffs of Ahch-To.

Poe Dameron clasps arms with Ben, their eyes locking curtly. "I've got my eye on you, Solo..."

Finn's assessment is far more direct. "You break her heart, I'll break your face," he threatens flatly, by means of congratulations.

Rey's cheeks burns with embarrassment. But Ben just throws back his head and laughs, obviously amused by his former subordinate's protectiveness. He throws out a hand for Finn to shake and after a moment of awkwardness, Finn does.


They have been cuddling and kissing for the last hour after formally retiring to the bed they share. Poe is just drifting off the sleep when he is shaken by raucous noise coming from the hut next door. The sound of something breaking, followed by an airy wail of "OH, BEN!"

Poe snarls. The next THUMP against the wall and... "That does it! That... that does it." He stumbles out of bed, angrily tearing the blanket off the mattress and stamping it underfoot when he trips over an untucked corner. Finn shifts, groggily sitting up.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to march over there, break the door down and Force help me..."

"First of all, that's not how the Force works. Second of all, do you want to give Solo the excuse to electrocute us?"

"I'm not sure which Solo you mean, dear. Rey did marry the man, after all," Poe snarkily points out. "If we had just been able to get them a ship so they could get off-planet for their honeymoon..."

"Oh, and whose fault was that?" Finn snaps rhetorically.

"Hey, I tried! I tried to rent the Falcon from Chewie! He wouldn't give it to me. He trusts Kylo... I'm sorry - Ben even less than we do!"

"The fact still remains that you failed to find them a suitable ship and location," Finn concludes shortly. "So you, my temperamental pilot, are in no position..."

"We have to protect her!" Poe splutters.

"And we will. I hate this just as much as you do, but at the moment there is nothing more we can do. We have made our intentions clear with... her husband. Now get your ass back here and cuddle with me."

So Poe reluctantly obeys, falling asleep to the sounds of Rey and Ben making love.