leather arm guard

Protection of a Night Fury.

Hey Guys!

Over the past couple of days I’ve had the opportunity thanks to @cthep-leather to learn how to make a Leather Arm Guard and what better than to share with you what I’ve learnt.

First I traced the template onto the leather we were using before cutting it out with a safety craft knife. We double, triple, checked the measurements though cause once you’ve made a cut there’s no going back - so be sure!

I then had to pick my design, not an easy task but I was still disappointed I’d missed HTTYD’s 7th anniversary and from there it was just a case of picking from the show.

I ended up going for the symbol of the Night Fury, also the strike class symbol for those who’ve been paying attention :) , but then it was another decision - if anything that’s what this project has been made up of, choice after choice and being indecisive does not help.

My next choice may seem like an easy thing to decide but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again it’s the little details that are the most annoying to get right and make a final decision on, this time it was the tail. This symbol comes in two forms, one with the prosthetic red tail and one without and after much deliberation and internal debate I ended up going with the one without purely because it felt more right to do.

I didn’t then, however, jump straight into tracing it, no no no, this was my first time tracing and carving onto leather a design like this so once I’d got the tracing paper picture all sorted @cthep-leather gave me a piece of scrap to practice with. It turned out surprisingly well and once I was confident enough I took to the real thing, remembering to wet the leather first cause I always forget that bit.

I thought tracing it on was nerve wracking but this was only the beginning - however like many people have told me you’re always nervous until you know how and how can you know if you’ve never been taught? (Thanks Uncle Chris)

I gotta say it didn’t turn out half as bad as I was thinking it could.

After tracing it came an even more nerve wracking experience - cutting it. Yeah that’s right, after I’d drawn a lovely picture I had to cut it into the leather talk about ahhhh.

Once again I practiced on the scrap - now lovingly called the test piece - before using a swivel knife, and that pointy thing I still don’t know the name of, on my actual piece.

Doing this made the lines deeper and that is essential for the next part, tooling. Again practicing on the test piece first I used a tool called something like bevel (I cannot be sure, I do not remember) and a weird white round thing like a hammer to make the deep lines stand out and add detail. I did not tool the eye! That would’ve been a disaster, believe me.

Taking time for progress shots was always going to end up with me opening on the front camera, why waste an opportunity for a work space photo :D

I probably took more photos than necessary when it came to this part purely because I was so amazed at how the tooling came out, I’m a newbie so of course there are little mistakes that professionals wouldn’t make but dang I am proud of the out come.

After tooling the outline of the Night Fury I then traced the rune letters and added then to the still damp leather with a tool that looks a lot like a ball point pen without the ink.

There was another one of those annoying little choices that are difficult to make at this point due to the runes, I personally like to write elder futhark or short twig sometimes slipping into younger as I go and it’s all about personal preference with certain letters. So with this piece it was a decision between what I would like to write it as or using what is shown in the original book of dragons. 

I ended up going for how HTTYD have it and in a way I always knew I would because I love the film to pieces and this being my little nod to it was always going to be as accurate as possible.

After that it was a case of lining the edges which although fine the first time was (again) nerve wracking to go over if the line wasn’t deep enough because one slip and its game over on the straight line front.

I wouldn’t have gotten those edge lines (or any of this piece really) half as good if it wasn’t for the help of @cthep-leather so thank you :)

After using the ball point I then deepened the lines of the runes with the scratchy pointy thing I stillll don’t know the name of.

Again with the close ups but I just can’t help myself.

By this point day 1 is over, we could have kept going but we wanted to be sure about the dyes and eyelets and plus the weather was wayyyy to hot and I was tired beyond belief. It was worth waiting to get it right and after all it was only a day (not like I had to wait weeks or anything).

So come Day 2 and a quick trip to HobbyCraft and we’re back. Staring with another thing I’d never done before - punching holes.

Now there are a few things to mention here, firstly yes I know there’s a little tool/machine that can do this but I do not have the upper body strength to push the handles together to go through leather. Secondly I’m actually really glad I got to do it this way there’s just something I find almost better about using this punching tool and hammer that makes the other way pale in comparison. Both methods are great and work just as well but this is the one for me I think, and each to there own.

I should also probably mention that because my ears are terrible with little burst of loud noise I did have to wear ear protectors.

Once that was all done, and I have to admit that was one of the least scary parts even though you wouldn’t think it, it was onto the next stage…

Now I thought I was going to have a heart attack cutting the dragon well past me you don’t even know what’s gonna hit you - try dyeing the damn thing!

I was hardly breathing to say the least, now this may sound dramatic but please remember I have spent hours on this project by this point and I have never attempted partial dyeing before - ever!

The plan originally was to just dye the whole thing one colour but then my uncle thought it was great to suggest that cause “night furies are black right?” why don’t I “Dye the dragon black?”. I thought this was a brilliant idea until I realised exactly how that meant dyeing it.

I have never been good at colour in between the lines, but with leather? On a project I have spent hours on? Where one wrong shake of the hand could possibly ruin that project? Oh my gods talk about don’t panic.

 Once I’d gotten over the little heart attack however it was actually really fun and quite calming even if it did take a while but even that was part of what made it so nice to do.

You can clearly tell I am a beginner but I don’t mind, cause that’s exactly what I am and for a first attempt I gotta say I am damn proud.

We had to wait for that to dry and then coat it in resolene (an acrylic) to make sure it didn’t mix with the other dyes we added.

I am so glad that @cthep-leather helped out with this bit cause after struggling with the lines once I was sooo not up for a second shot at the colouring book.

Once again we had to wait for it to dry before doing anything else but better to wait and get it right than rush and it go to pot.

After it was dry it was time to cross our fingers and hope we’d done it right enough for the dyes not to mix - we braved it, added the dye and damn look at how good it looks!

I mean look at that eye!

We took a risk using a dye that hadn’t been used on other projects but the test piece came out so nicely we thought it had to be done and even then it came out better than expected.

I then dyed the back black but @cthep-leather dyed around where we’d punched holes (because that was a stupid idea to do first and we should have waited until we dyed the silly thing) so as to not get any leaking through to the front.

We then had to wait for it to dry (again, but better that than it turn to mush) before adding Leather Balm to the front and buffing it so it was nice and shiny.

Next it was putting the eyelets in, now for several reasons the main being I was really invested in this ending well another being it’s really easy to screw up when putting these in and I am only a beginner I let @cthep-leather take over for this step.

The gold ended up looking even better against the dyes than I expected and I am super happy with it.

We noticed as well that the tooling of the dragon is such that you can see the outline of it on the back :D

Finally it was just a case of lacing it up and taking pictures to show just how cool it really is!

I have to say I am really proud of how this project turned out, for my first attempt it’s pretty good. I like to think this is something Hiccup would be proud of, when I was punching the holes through the leather with the hammer all I could think of was the tail making scene, I hope he would be at least.

Anyway, I hope you’ve liked reading this as much as I enjoyed making it, I’m still surprised it’s all done even though it only took two days I got used to having something to work on, it feels odd that it’s finished but now I have a Night Fury Arm Guard to be proud of and I really truly am.

Libby, out x


Concept art for Shadowhunter Gear. 

Set #1

Set #2 I was trying to think of “what would you need if you were attacking werewolves?” I thought the gear would have to be heavier with all skin covered, to avoid bites. A mix of metal and hard leather protecting the body with thick woven material underneath. A metal half-collar around the neck protects from jugular bites. Along with a wolf fur trim to show those werewolves who is the hunter here.

Set #3 I just wanted to come up with the most basic lightweight training gear. No metal, just a leather vest and arm-guards. Some tape around the fingers for when a newbie inevitably jams them. 

Newbie shines.

Hi Guys and welcome back to ‘ Beginners Journey into Leather Craft ‘ here at ‘HandMadeCP’. As always I would like to remind everyone that I am a relative Newbie myself..been doing this two years now and I am not a professional ..I just like showing others what I have learned..kind of sharing the wealth so to speak lol.This week I had a visit from a Lovely lady who wanted to learn how to make a Brace( r ) for her daughters Archery set and as you can see..the lady appears to have a hidden talent as this was her first ever attempt at making anything from leather, full disclosure..on this occasion I had to help with the actual design cutting with the swivel knife due to time constraints etc but in just a few short lessons she developed her tooling enough to produce the above design which she designed herself and the Bracer color was also thought up by her..it is Purple topped with a Black antique. If anyone following this would like to have a go themselves feel free to delve into my archive where you will find complete ‘build alongs’ showing the process from start to finish but I hope you will enjoy seeing these few pictures showing some of the stages this lady went through during her visit to my humble little workshop to produce  what i think is an amazing piece for a complete Novice with no previous experience. Well done ‘M’.

First I was approached by ‘M’ who had an ‘Idea’ in her mind of a piece she would like to make for her daughters Birthday, I then got her to draw out her design, the result is shown here. Next I got her to practice her Tooling / beveling on scrap pieces after I had cut a pattern with a swivel knife to save time. The above scrap piece was her first ever attempt and I think she did amazingly for someone who has never held these tools before as any one who has will remember..they feel foreign in your hands for a while.

I was amazed that even close up her work looked great, imagine what she could do after some months of practice. I have always said that I do this blog in the hopes of ..Entertaining..yes, showing off my  own journey..yes, but also to hopefully encourage others to have a go and I am so happy to have been able to introduce someone to the Craft who was amazed herself to discover that she had a hidden ..until now..undiscovered talent for something. Just goes to show you..so again I encourage you if you are reading this to give it a go..what have you got to lose and I would love to see someone put something up on here one day after being encouraged by seeing my own humble attempts. what a great feeling. I also would like to mention again that if anyone is in The Greater Manchester area and would like to drop in to have a go themselves please feel free to contact me through Tumblr messages, you would be more than welcome.

Before anyone points it out btw..I know the bow was in the wrong hand lol..we just happened to have the Bracer on that arm and only ‘that’ bow handy for the picture.

And here is the lovely finished piece, she chose a Fancy letter design with Vines and Roses, A purple back ground finished with Black antique to make the detail ‘pop’, also used were Brass/Gold colored Eyelets and finished off with a Braided style cord. The Bracer was also burnished using a canvas cloth then coated in Resolene to fix the dye, followed by a coating of Leather Balm with bees wax ( not necessarily needed but figured why not..makes it even more water resistant ) then the whole Bracer was highly polished and Voila..job done. Thanks for following my little blog I hope you will join me again soon for another little project, I am doing a few Bracers at the moment but each with a different design, more to come soon so please watch this space. Have fun if you are having a go yourself..don’t be shy..show us your pics.I have a small shop on ETSY..’handMadeCP’ if you would like to see where my own creations end up after here lol. Back soon, till then, stay crafty.

The Garden and the God - Part 1

It was dark night. A dark, noisy night like so many he had seen on that dumb planet, in that realm of chaos and oddities. It was inhabited by people who were easy to manipulate, weak minds like children’s, and who for some time had given him the illusion of getting something full of greatness, something glorious. And wrong.

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply,  and turned his back at the enormous stained-glass window that was directly on the frenzy of the night streets. He coughed with a shiver. Every time he forgot the dry air he breathed in that huge building where he had been leaded after the end of those tragic events, and where he lived for a year now. 

The Stark Tower. A gigantic finger made of steel and glass, pointing straight to the sky, full of lights, laboratories, corridors and rooms. And people. Many of whom did not love him, distrusted him, and even feared to speak to him. In the Stark Tower everything was automated and technologically advanced: the doors opened with mysterious hidden buttons, the lights had strange reflections and even the comfortable common rooms, tastefully furnished, hiding ultra-modern gadgets that he hated and found them completely useless.

He had spent several months to get used to that setting that made him uncomfortable and so far from his reality, but for how much effort he did, he would never have been able to understand the contraption that filtered all the air, and returned it dry, clean and with a vague smell of disinfectant he badly tolerated, and forced him to cough. He let a thoughtful look run over his large desk that was soon filled with books, papers and pens; he had everything he wanted in that fistful of nice and comfortable rooms where he lived, so a careless look would never have known that that was his golden cage.

He could go out, attend the vast library, get new experiences in the common lounges, but he was not allowed to leave the building and every time he moved from one area to another, he had to do some sort of report to a metal voice in a microphone, an invisible figure called Jarvis, so Stark and his friends always knew where he was. He looked back out of the window, but instead of seeing sparkling lights, skyscrapers, and tiny cars in a row fifty-eight floors down below, his reflection in the glass attracted his attention. He hated what had become his life, he hated the fact that he could only blame himself, and he hated to admit it, in silence, with himself. He stared into the clear glass, his face with an almost somber expression. The black long hair just past her shoulders, high forehead, the sculpted cheekbones. And then those eyes. Even the deep black of the night sky was unable to suffocate the intense green of his gaze. An unnamed green, deep, vibrant, of an almost painful beauty.

Still he recognized the man of that reflection?

Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief and Liars, Prince of Asgard and son …

He hit a fist on the glass to stop his thoughts and walked away from the window with a grimace of anger, as if the window itself was guilty for this feeling of being void and prisoner. He lay down on the bed stretching his long legs: the comfortable black trousers accompanied that movement with a delicate silky swish. He crossed his hands behind his neck and stared at the ceiling. It was better if he tried to sleep, he had to stop with his stupid fixation of late reading and grinding sad thoughts. But there was that dream …

That dream that persecuted him for weeks, if not months, and the last thing he wanted was to get back to it, to live it …

Loki P.O.V 

The light. It always started with the blinding, beautiful light that I knew well. It was the light that was driving me. It was so wonderful to be there, surrounded by that warm golden light. I also knew the scent of those delicate plants, wet ferns and blooming flowers that accompanied my every step.

I knew immediately where I was and my last remnant of conscience had twisted to wake up. “No!!”

The golden light sprang like a hug and warmed my heart like never before. Somewhere, among the hedges, the sound of running water seemed to me the laugh of  a little girl. I decided to move forward, while a strange sweet sadness grabbed my heart…

“Loki, have you done? Hurry up, Tony asked to talk to you and you’re doing everything to be late! ”

Loki glanced cold at the stinging voice that had spoken to him, then returned to sipping his glass of orange juice.

“Tell the Tin Man that I’m not the dog that runs under his command …” he growled, abruptly move away the beefy blond man who had appeared to him “…nor you are my watchman!”.

The other snorted: he was clearly unhappy with the delay Loki deliberately accumulated.

“Do not always be so dramatic, little brother. I do not know what he have in mind, but … by the wind!!… he just asked to talk to you!”

Something in those words was clashing into the ears of the God of Mischief, which jumped like under the whip. Thor did not call him “little brother” since he had twelve winters and was trying to emulate his prodigious strength as he laughed at his childish attempts. A wave of painful memories began to roar in his mind, but he was a God, in the name of the Hells!…and he would turn those demons back to where they had crawled. He shrugged his jaw and poured his anger into a tight muscle. He stiffened and decided to act as if nothing happened: never and ever would let Thor notice his old wounds. He raised an eyebrow and passed it over with his panther walk.

“Oh, let’s go then!” he said with a grin amused “Let’s hear what gave birth the keen mind of the Tin Man!”

Thor stood for a moment to look his brother walks away, and suddenly he began to worry because he knew how little they loved each other, and that morning Loki seemed less accommodative than usual. Tony Stark also discovered it, later, when he saw him, in his studio, that immensely green look planted on him,…tall, slender but strong, dressed in black leather, and a simple dark green shirt. The only detail he had kept of his old garments was the thick leather-made arm guards, adorned with golden metal plates.

“How did you get in?”                                                                                                            

Loki chuckled.

“Not many can boast of have caught me by surprise, Stark …” he said “And you do not make the exception.”

He stepped back a few steps and crossed his arms over his chest.

“What do you want?”

Stark stood up, walked around his desk and stopped to pour half a glass from a bottle of orange liquid. “I suppose you do not want anything to drink, as usual.”

He noticed the disgusted expression of the young God as he looked at his light drink: to see him always so reserved, so damn rational, and reluctant to loosen his iron self-control, increased his frustration.

Loki had the ability to make him feel like one of those bullies that hid his own fragilities behind a glass,… which even himself had thought, several time, and which had almost a fistfight with Rogers, who accused him  of the same thing.

That glimmer of truth burned like an open wound…

“It’s been a year since you’re here, boy, I hope it’s been enough time to think about your deeds.”

Loki was silent, motionless, his jaw clenched and a fierce anger in his cold green stare.

He watched the man, who was walking up and down the room: he noticed that he never looked directly at him and actually, it seemed that he did not want to get too much close.

‘You are a coward, Stark, a big, arrogant coward!’ he thought.

“I have plans for you, Loki.” he announced with a smile, “I thought and evaluated this thing very calmly, … the last thing I want to do is the big bullshit to put a murderess in my house, but I’ve been thinking a lot and I made a decision. ”

He took a sip and looked at last the God of Mischief straight in the eyes.

“I want to give you the chance to join our team and work with us.”

Part 2

Love Will Have Its Way: Chapter 6

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Warnings: Violence, swearing, I think that’s it

A/N: This is a long one, guys, but we’re not at the end just yet. This is very wordy, lots of action, which was an unbelievable difficulty to write and I may or may not have cracked a bottle of wine to write this, so I apologize for the errors I know are in this. Thanks for reading, lovelies, until next time!

 According to Phasma, Finn’s rebellion caused an uprising among the stormtroopers, and once you and Kylo had escaped, she decided to seek them out and lead them. Tensions were high in the fortress, most of the energy was focused on rebuilding, so it was easy to schedule under the radar meetings and training sessions for her new rebel troops. As soon as she heard they were planning an attack and extraction on the Resistance base, she planned her counter attack, helping General Leia and much of the Resistance base to evacuate.

You stared in awe of Phasma in front of you, you almost wanted to pinch yourself, you were just thrilled to see her.

“H-hey, Captain Phasma.” Finn said cautiously knocking on the frame of the door of Phasma’s newly designated quarters.

“Yes, FN… Uh, Finn?”Phasma turned from you to the fidgeting man in the doorway.

“No hard feelings about the whole ‘trash compactor thing’ right?”

You snorted, so that’s why she smelled like garbage the night the Starkiller Base exploded. Phasma’s eyes narrowed,

“An eye for an eye, I suppose. No hard feelings about stealing your childhood and extending your hours on refresher duty, right?” She flashed him a pearly smile to which he laughed.

“Could have been worse.” Finn smiled, “Also, we’re all meeting in the command room, General Leia wants to retaliate as soon as possible.”

“We’ll be right there, thanks, Finn.” You nodded to him as he turned to leave.

As Finn left, Phasma turned her attention back to you,

“So! You still keeping that Kylo out of trouble, I see, how’s that?” She leans back in her chair.

“I’ve never seen him so happy,” You pause, your brow furrowing, “That’s why I’m so worried. If Snoke sees us, he’ll kill us on sight, and I won’t allow it-“

“Nor will I. I’ll crush that mole rat’s skull before he can blink, fucking with my Lady like that. He will learn the true meaning of pain for what he’s done to you.”

You gave a smirk before becoming somber again, “But if something does happen to me, if I die-“ You were cut off again by Phasma waving a hand in dismissal.

“[Y/N], you are one of the most powerful people I have ever met and if I were Snoke I would be shitting my pants at the thought of you. Snoke may be experienced, but from what I have seen and understand of the Force, it has nothing to do with years and all to do with what you are fighting for. Snoke fights for power, fights with only hatred, but you, you fight with something more. You and Kylo, you’re the balance of the Force, you fight with hate yes, but with passion, love. You always have, [Y/N], and I am proud to call you my superior and friend.”

You smiled, “And I am proud to call you my friend, as well.”

You took a few more minutes of visiting with Phasma before you both left to join the others in the command room. You both walked over and stood next to Kylo, the three of you reunited seemed to build your confidence as the three of you commanded the attention of the room. Phasma immediately began mapping out Snoke’s fortress while you included insight on its weak spots you had learned, Kylo interjecting with a few tactics he and Hux had developed back on Starkiller Base. You caught glimpses of Leia watching the three of you, a slight shine of pride showed itself in her expression, Kylo had come a long way, though he refused to go by Ben still. In his mind, Ben was truly dead, he was Kylo Ren, but Kylo had always had Light in him, and though he would never be the same person he was as Ben, he was yours, your Kylo, and that was the greatest version of him you could ever imagine.

Within the next couple hours, a small army of dark green jackets and white armour had assembled itself with a pretty good plan of attack. Captain Phasma and Finn took a force of stormtroopers and Resistance fighters, Poe lead his X Wing pilots, and you, Rey, and Kylo joined Luke leading the entire attack. As you finished strapping on your leather arm guards, you heard a soft knock on the door. With a slight wave of your hand you opened the doors to reveal a black clad Kylo.

“I was just about to come find you. Ready, love?” You said, crossing the room to meet Kylo.

Kylo pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist,

“The First Order are lucky, they get to see your beautiful face before they die.”

“A tad morbid, but flattering.” You chuckle, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Let’s finish this.”

Kylo gives your hand a tight squeeze and you both join the other’s outside. Leia pulls Kylo aside, while you go over final preparations with you team, Poe makes his way over pulling you and Rey in for a hug,

“I’ll be right up in the sky watching over you guys, we’re going to take these nerfherders down once and for all.”

“I have no idea what that means, but thanks, flyboy. You look out for yourself up there.”

You and Rey exchange smiles as Poe and Finn kiss goodbye, or at least an “I’ll see you later” and Poe leaves to his X Wing team. You’re just about to board the shuttle when you hear Leia call you over. You pass Kylo as you go, he brushes his gloved fingers against your arm,

“I’ll see you on the ship.” He says, kissing your cheek.

As you approach Leia, she pulls your hands into hers,

“My dear, I want to thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for, ma’am, I should be thanking you.”

“Please, call me Leia.” Her expression is genuine and earnest as she continues, “You’ve brought peace to my son, something I don’t think he’s had for a very long time. [Y/N], I meant to tell you this sooner, but I knew your parents. They didn’t leave you on that planet, in fact your memories of that planet are a work of Snoke. My dear, I know this may not be the time to say it, but you have known Ben far longer than you think.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “I-I don’t understand…”

“Your family were very important Ambassadors for the Republic. Snoke took you and wiped your memory. He wiped Kylo’s as well, erased any previous memory of you he had. Growing up, you were always very close; you were always destined for each other.” She spoke softly, gauging your reaction cautiously.

Your confusion turned to grim acceptance, “Honestly, nothing surprises me with Snoke anymore. What about my parents, are they-are they alive?”

Leia turned her gaze down, shaking her head, “I don’t know. They disappeared shortly after you did. We should have seen the signs that Snoke would take Ben too, but we thought you had died, we saw no hope till I saw you in his arms the day he came back. I knew you two would guide each other, bring a balance to not only both of you, but the Force as well.”

“Leia, I-Thank you for telling me. I wish I could remember, my memories, they just seem so real.”

You pause, but before you can continue, Leia interjects again,

“I know you may not remember, but you have always been just as much apart of our family as you are of yours. I am so proud what you and Ben have become, I am so sorry I couldn’t have done more sooner.”

You wrap Leia in a tight hug, not feeling the need or ability to say anymore. Your mind was reeling, but you pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand: bringing down the creature that was Snoke, the monster that stole everything from you, but you weren’t willing to give him anything else.

“May the Force be with you, [Y/N].” Leia says as you leave.

You stop, turning to give her a small salute, “And with you, General.”

On the shuttle, you’re quiet, thinking about the newly acquired information and the battle plan and the fact that you totally forgot to eat lunch and you were starving.

“Something’s bother you.” Kylo said from beside you, intertwining his hand in yours.

“Just skipped lunch.” You look up at where Luke is sitting, “Hey, Skystrutter, did you pack snacks for our skytrip?”

Luke looked up, raising an eyebrow at you, “No, I figured everyone would be too focused on the possible suicide mission to be thinking about their stomachs.” He chuckles.

“Yeah well, a girl’s gotta eat, suicide mission or not.”

From the other side of the room you heard Phasma laugh.

“That can’t be all that’s bothering you. What did my mother say?” Kylo finally said next to you.

“Tell you what, I’ll tell you if you promise to tell me what you use on your hair.” You see Kylo smirk a little.


You roll your eyes when a small ache of anxiety begins to clutch at your stomach as you feel the ship preparing to land. The shuttles landed a fair distance from the fortress, just enough for the Force users on board to cloak the shuttles in a sense. You feel a similar wave of anxiety from Kylo as he clutches your hand a little tighter. Finn and Phasma are barking out orders, getting their blasters ready as you join the line of Luke and Rey behind them, lightsabers glowing in hand.

The First Order don’t seem to be expecting an attack as small groups of your stormtroopers disguise themselves among the others in the fortress, when it came time to attack, they’d remove their helmets, making the distinguishable from the other troopers. Slowly, the rest of you snuck onto the base, luckily they didn’t improve on their security since the Starkiller Base. The plan was simple enough, get in, drop the shields, kill Snoke, and blow up the fortress. No sweat.

Your group of Finn, Phasma, Rey, Luke, Chewie, and Kylo split off into a control room, quietly dispatching of the stormtroopers in the room. Phasma went quickly to work on dropping the shields, she turned to look at Finn for a moment,

“Why do I have such terrible de javu.” Her intense eyes narrowing at the smug face Finn was making.

“Second time’s the charm.”

“Punk.” Phasma scoffed before clapping her hands together as you saw the shields drop on the screen, “We won’t have long before they know we’re here. I suggest we find Snoke now.”

Rey clapped a hand on Finn’s shoulder, “You ready?”

“Hell no.” He breathed.

You could hear the airstrikes from the Poe’s X Wing crew above, shaking the fortress as your group ran through the dark corridors towards where you sensed Snoke. He was on the move from what you could tell. You all pulled short at the wall of black clad Knights before you. There were more of them and they would have intimidated you if you weren’t so pissed off. Of course, Snoke would hide behind them, hadn’t he always? There were five of them and five of you, which would have been a fair fight until you felt invisible fingers around your throat. You quickly resisted it before shouting behind you,

“These aren’t Knights! These are Sith apprentices!” As you shouted, you threw one of them back as hard as you could, hearing the sickening crack of their bones shattering against the stone walls. Apparenlty you didn’t throw him hard enough, because he was already pushing himself off the ground as the rest of them charged towards the five of you.

The apprentice you threw came charging towards you, red lightsaber in front of him in a flurry of spinning attacks. Clearly he hadn’t been trained like you and Kylo had been, not mixing Force attacks with saber attacks. You swung both of your lightsabers out in front of you, catching his red one in the middle. Your eyes burned into his mask and though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the utter rage burning inside him. A half smile began to spread across your face, he cocked his head as you yanked your crossing sabers to the side, tearing his lightsaber out of his hand. You took a cocky spin and ran both sabers across his neck.

Looking up for a new opponent, you found one of the apprentices, his helmet off, blue eyes filled with fear as he held a lightsaber to Finn’s neck, holding him hostage. Your eyes darted from the blue ones of the apprentice to Finn’s,

“Take another step, pull another Force trick and I’ll slice him open like paper.” The apprentice shouted. He was the only one left standing.

You looked over at Rey, an understanding passed between the two of you.

“You will release him and surrender your weapon.” Rey said, holding a shaking hand out to him.

The lightsaber only got closer to Finn’s neck.

“What are you doing? Stop that! I’ll kill him.” The blue-eyed man spat.

Rey wavered, looking to Luke who gave her a reassuring glance. You took the opportunity to press into the apprentice’s mind, piece-by-piece removing its defenses without him noticing. You felt Kylo in his mind as well, doing the same thing. You nodded to Rey.

“You will release him and surrender your weapon.” Rey said more forcefully this time, pun intended.

The hold on Finn released and the man handed Finn his lightsaber, which Finn quickly jammed through the apprentice’s chest. You gave Rey a thumbs-up before you all began moving towards the main chamber of the fortress, the heart of it, where Snoke awaited.

Phasma and Finn separated from the group, moving to continue directing troopers around the fortress. They were both reluctant to leave, but it seemed to be the wisest decision. The four of you threw the doors open, which were held shut by a strong Force.

“Ah, if it isn’t the traitors and their new friends,” Snoke spoke, back turned to you, “I suppose you have come here to kill me.”

Something about this felt like a trap, but with Snoke everything seemed to have a more sinister meaning behind it. Suddenly you felt a sickening pain shoot through your mind, just as Snoke had done many times before. You cried out, falling to knees, clutching your head. You heard Rey and Kylo rushing to your side, heard Luke shouting at Snoke, but it all felt distant, as if you were underwater. Images burned through your mind, the image of a young boy with freckles and black hair, images of two elegantly dressed people speaking with a younger version of Han and Leia, heard children’s laughter turn to screaming as you felt yourself being pulled by an invisible force. You saw darkness, you saw the crumbled image of Kylo in the snow, a bloody gash running across his face. You felt warm lips, you saw Kylo’s smile pushing crinkles into the corners of his warm brown eyes, you heard his laugh reverberate against your chest. A blinding white light flashed behind your eyes as your eyes flew open, a massive crackling of electricity erupted from you and launched itself into Snoke’s robed form.

The ground was shaking underneath you, everyone’s eyes were wide and transfixed on you as you stared down at your hands.

“Did you fucking see that?” You shouted.

Luke gave you a proud nod, before you all turned your attention back to Snoke, who was falling into the abyss opening itself up in the middle of the throne room. The four of you stood over his scrambling figure, clutching onto the edge. Luke and Rey seemed to take a step to the side, letting you and Kylo glare down at him.

“You will never escape the pull to the Dark! You will finish what was started!” Snoke shouted.

You spat down onto his face, causing him to flinch. “Give it up, Snoke, you’re finished.”

You and Kylo brought your boots down onto his fingers, causing him to release either from reflex or the fact that you shattered his wrinkled fingers. The four of you watched him fall into the molten lava of the planet’s core. It was over. Except now you had yet another collapsing planet to deal with.

“It’s over.” Kylo was dumbfounded next to you.

“It’s over.” You let out a shaky breath, agreeing with him.

“Let’s get out of here.” Luke said, the four of you turning, too in shock to run.

Rey found speeders that you could use to escape when you stopped short,

“I’ve never… Speeders aren’t my forte.” You awkwardly interjected.

“It’s like flying ship, only different!” Rey tried to say encouragingly.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, before repeating it like a mantra as you felt the speeder start under you.

“You got this, love!” You heard Kylo call, shooting you a thumbs up from the speeder beside you.

“I definitely don’t go this!” You shouted as you jerkily shot out of the fortress and towards where the last shuttle waited.

A certain kind of silence fell over the shuttle on the way back to the Resistance Base. It was a silence of awe and relief, the First Order was defeated, many prisoners were taken who surrendered, including General Hux himself. The silence was a celebration in itself, the fact that all of you could finally have silence, peace. You leaned your head against Kylo, grateful for the feeling of him against you, you pulled his hand up to your lips, kissing his knuckles. He ran a thumb over your hand in response. Snoke was dead, but somehow you felt something else had just begun.