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andromedasstarship · 3 years

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faceless, nameless - chapter 1

photo credit - unknown

pairing - kylo ren x reader

warnings - canon-typical star wars violence, depictions of pain/near death experiences, sadness, depressed reader, angst, betrayal, hospital rooms, injured reader

summary - Poe opened his mouth a few times as if to speak, but nothing came out. After a few instances of this, you decided to address the elephant in the room. “You think Ren will come looking for me, don’t you?”

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a/n - the next chapter is completed as well and will be uploaded tomorrow after editing! thanks for reading :) send an ask/reply to be put on the taglist.

masterlist // read it on ao3 here

prologue // next chapter

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the moon

Unlike Kylo, you had never felt the need to wear a mask during your days with the First Order. Kylo had requested, near begged you to- worried you’d become too identifiable and therefore an easier target-, but your job wasn’t to intimidate. Your job was to be a diplomat and a strategist and the nicer face of Order. It was quite difficult to create the intimate bonds your job required if you weren’t able to show your face. Across the galaxy, they had many names for you- the devil’s whore, Lady Ren, concubine-, but no matter what someone called you, you arguably ended up having one of the most identifiable faces in the entire galaxy.

At the moment you weren’t sure if that was working better or worse for you. Sprawled out in the sand, in a pool of your own blood, a pair of Resistance pilots were standing over you. Their outfits were gaudy, you thought, bright orange and quite the eyesore. They were arguing about something, you were pretty sure it was whether or not they should save you. You forced yourself to focus and strained to process what they were saying.

“This is Kylo Ren’s girl, do you understand that? Kylo Ren’s girl. We touch her and we die.” The blonde haired one was saying.

“Do you see Ren around anywhere? Or anyone from the First Order?” That came out of the one with dark curly hair. He was undeniably attractive, you thought. “If we save her, maybe we’ll have a bargaining chip”

“That or he’s gonna think we kidnapped her and shot her and then he’s going to blow us all up!” Good point, blondie, a little off given the circumstance, but he didn’t know that.

They didn’t even try talking to you, good guy optimism or not, the faraway look in your eyes and your labored breathing told them it wasn’t worth it.

Eventually, you felt them pick you up and start carrying you somewhere, presumably their ship. The dark haired one had won the conversation with his whole ‘we’re the good guys’ mantra. Not that you were complaining, you didn’t necessarily want to die. When they dropped you on a table and started working at getting your wound cleaned you decided it was safe to let your mind go to sleep. You’d thank them in the morning if you woke up.

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You did, wake up, but it was days later and you were in a rather nondescript, too bright, makeshift hospital room. Never one for dramatics, you didn’t try pulling out your IV or ripping bandages off or jumping out of your hospital bed. You just laid there and made a list in your mind of what happened; it was the first time since being shot that you had a true moment to think.

Kylo had come to you in the morning and told you he was taking you on a surprise trip to a nearby planet that had a beach.

You and Kylo laid on the beach for hours, he was rather distant, but that wasn’t cause for concern.

He kissed you like he was never going to kiss you again.

You felt a blaster shot rip through you and immediately assumed you were under attack.

Kylo was holding the blaster.

Kylo laid you down on the sand and left without looking back.

You laid there for..., you weren’t sure how long.

Resistance pilots saved you.

And now you were at...?

You took a better look at your surroundings. Too white walls, little in terms of supplie- especially in comparison to the splendor you were accustomed to-, scratchy sheets, no windows and one single metal door. You were undoubtedly in shock, still unable to process the extent of your injury, how close you’d been to death and especially the part about Kylo. There was also the IV taped snugly to your arm, you could only imagine they were pumping you full of various drugs and pain meds; they probably did it to keep you sluggish for when you woke up and not to help keep your emotions at bay, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

The drugs made it difficult to keep track of time, but you assumed it had been just under an hour when Pretty Pilot walked into the room. He must’ve not expected you to be awake, judging by how wide his eyes got when they met yours.

You decided to be the one to break the silence. “Hello.”

At that the pretty pilot fully entered the room, letting the door shut with a bang behind him. “Hello.”

“Am I allowed to ask for your name?” You asked.

“Poe. Poe Dameron.”

“I’m assuming you know my name already then?” You asked, shuffling in your bed to get a better look at him.

“Everyone knows your name.” Poe replied, walking further into the room. He pulled out a chair that had been next to your bed and sat down, looking up at you. “How are you feeling? You were out for nearly a standard week.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that came out of you; or the painful moan that followed after the movement sent a sharp pain up your spine. “I feel like I got shot.”

Pretty Pilot Poe grinned at that too. “Guess I should’ve seen that coming huh?” His face got a tad bit more serious and he continued, “do you know where you are?”

“With the Resistance I assume?”

He answered with a nod and leaned back in his chair. It was clear he was unsure how to proceed with the conversation, your years as a diplomat had taught you well in interpreting body language. This must’ve been uncharted territory for both of you. The First Order rarely took prisoners alive and the ones they did were never alive for long, nor did you have much involvement in their time with the Order. To your knowledge, the Resistance had never captured anyone of importance, not even a lowly officer or trooper. You briefly wondered what it was like when Poe and the blonde one carted you into the Resistance- ship, base, you weren’t really sure-, and plopped your dying body into the med bay.

Poe opened his mouth a few times as if to speak, but nothing came out. After a few instances of this, you decided to address the elephant in the room. “You think Ren will come looking for me, don’t you?”

Poe’s face morphed into a form of shock, but you could tell he was glad you had breached the subject of Ren. “We know he will.”

“No. No he won’t,” you started, rolling your head to the other side so you were looking away from him, “Ren’s the one who shot me and left me-”

Poe gasped loudly, effectively cutting you off. You rolled your head back to face him and couldn’t help the little smile that formed when you saw his more than bewildered face. At least one of you was processing the betrayal.

“If your people are smart, you won’t attempt to contact him or the Order and tell them that I’m alive.” You said quietly, giving him the most serious look you could muster.

Poe’s mouth was still opening and closing, a bit like a fish, but he managed to shake a nod your way. After a few moments of silence that were getting close to uncomfortable, he shot out of his seat. “I need to, um, tell my team. I’ll be back later.” He was out the door before you could formulate a response.

So, it’d been a standard week since Kylo- you weren’t quite ready to swallow that truth yet. It’d been a standard week since you’d last been on Starkiller. You wondered if any of your friends missed you. Not that you had a ton on base, but over the years you’d grown quite close with Phasma and as much as Kylo hated it, you and Hux got along very well and worked wonderfully as a team.

The longer you were awake the more aware you became of the pain. And, kriff, was it bad. Your muscles were sore, the sand had rubbed the back of your arms and legs raw, and every time you breathed you felt a sharp pain originate from the general area of your blaster wound.

When the door opened again- your guess was two hours later-, you watched an elderly woman walk in, Pretty Pilot right behind her. When your eyes met with the woman’s, you knew exactly who she was; she had the same eyes as Him. You’d also definitely seen her from Resistance intel the First Order had intercepted, but Kylo hated a tangible reminder of his past so those photos were never up long.

General Organa took the seat Poe had been in before, Poe himself leaning up against the wall behind her.

“So, Poe tells me Ben did this to you.” General Organa said, breaking the silence.

“He hates that name,” you said, feeling the slightest amount of guilt at how the woman’s face turned down at that, “but yes, he did. I don’t have the answers you want.”

General Organa reached a hand out, gently covering yours, and gave you the type of look only a mom could give. For the next hour or so, her and Poe bounced random questions off of you while graciously answering all the ones you had. At some point, food had even arrived for the three of you; a wholly ‘good guy’ gesture, even though you couldn’t stomach more than a few bites.

Before the General and Pretty Pilot left, she gave you a very simple ultimatum. The Resistance would allow you to stay as long as it took for you to heal and they would aid the process. When you were healthy again, you could either join them or be blindfolded and dumped on a completely random, hopefully inhabitable, planet in the Outer Rim. The only reason the majority of the council had agreed to take you in, was due to your intimate relationship with First Order happenings and plans; hell, you’d created most of them yourself and the ones that weren’t personally designed by you, still had to be approved by you. She didn’t expect an answer right then, which you were grateful for, but you all knew the deadline wouldn’t be too far out.

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For the entirety of your stay, three standard weeks to be exact, Pretty Pilot would come into your room at least once, for hours at a time, and talk to you about anything. The first few days were pretty awkward, you had most certainly personally killed some of his comrades at least once, but you were both quite the conversationalists and his ‘good guy’ charm came equipped with second chances. You learned you were both fiercely competitive when it came to card games. A bit too competitive, seeing as one game got you so worked up you pulled a stitch or two, elongating your healing process.

Poe even tried to help you process your grief. He talked you into speaking to the designated Resistance therapist, who you were certain was just the person who gave the best advice and not an actual licensed professional; it didn’t matter much to you. She was a kind older woman, who sat across from you for 30 minutes a day, talking about this and that and ‘how are you really feeling today miss’ and ‘it’s okay to feel your emotions’ and other therapeutic nonsense. You had a feeling that these people thought you were incapable of feelings, not a horribly misplaced assumption, given your prior occupation, but it’s not like you were heartless. You weren’t- heartless-, you were just avoiding the reality of your situation for as long as possible. Some days, you felt like you weren’t even in your own body, just a soul looking in.

When the dam finally broke on day 13 of your hospital stay. The betrayal of having Kylo, the man you loved, turn his gun on you and leave you for dead quite literally brought you to your knees. It had gotten so bad- a mix of screaming and full blown sobs, you’d even thrown up at one point-, that one of the nurses had to medically knock you out. Even when you were able to refrain from crying each time you opened your mouth, you couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that had made home in your bones.

In all honesty, you probably weren’t the most reliable narrator in terms of your recovery period. Half the time you were either drugged out of your mind or stuck in a deep depression. Kylo’s betrayal had made you desperate for someone or something to accept you; a newfound fear of abandonment and worthlessness.

In the end, you made the deal with General Organa. You made it explicitly clear you would never outright hand them First Order battle plans or ship layouts- couldn’t handle the way it would make you feel like a traitor, couldn’t handle the idea you could be the reason one of your friends was killed-, but if they were on the right track about something you’d assist them. Saying yes left more questions to be answered and various topics to be addressed; you had made a brief list of them when making your decision.

Would you be able to stomach becoming a Resistance soldier who would be asked to kill First Order soldiers?

You couldn’t go anywhere without being recognized, so you’d have to change your appearance.

How would they inform the rest of the Resistance of your presence, at the moment only a handful of high level officials were aware.

The ones who know, understandably, didn’t trust you at all.

Joining the Resistance, in the way that you were, would be the furthest thing from easy. Good thing you were never one to shy away from a challenge.

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a/n - wow!!!!! i cant explain how excited i am for this story. thank you so much for your kind words and support so far. my heart is more than full. comments/replies/reblogs/likes always appreciated :)

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no permission is given to copy or republish my writing on any other platform or account. if you see this story outside of my blog or my ao3 it is stolen work. i do not own nor claim to own star wars or any of the character involved in it.

#kylo ren #kylo #ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren/reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren/you #reader insert #kylo ren fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction #'stori writes #faceless nameless

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waywardrose-archive · 3 years

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Creator Tag Game

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

tagged by: @morby @finn-ray-nal-beads @clydesducktape @aloneandsleepless @roanniom (Thank you so much, my talented darlings!)

I didn't write as much as I wanted this year. No surprise there. Hopefully, I'll be able to fill the rest of the prompts I have in 2021. So, if you've sent a prompt, I've been sitting on it. Racked with guilt. I apologize.

Clean Finish - kylo ren x reader - mature/e, nude photography, phone sex

I adore triplet!Kylo. I enjoy writing this college-AU series. (I promise there is another fic coming.) It was such a treat to write a different kind of Valentine's Day fic. I really like the dialogue in this fic, too. It's pretty sexy.

Two To Tango - abraham h. parnassus x reader - e, non-traditional jewish wedding, first time, old-fashioned euphemisms and views on sex

I'm proud of the whole series this fic is a part of, to be honest. I always have fun with Abe. He's a loving eccentric and worth all the effort. Because the research I did for this fic was ridiculous! I did not exist in the 1950s, so a lot of the details I had to look up. It all came together rather nicely.

Risking Thorns - phillip altman x reader - e, slut shaming, fingering, semi-public sex

I threw everything I thought Phillip would do in this fic. Well, maybe not everything. 😉

Before I began, I asked myself, 'What does Phillip need?' The answer was THE SHORT LEASH. The boy needs to be reined in. Just a little. He needs direction and someone who won't take his crap. And in walks skates a very prickly reader.

In the Night We Trust - pale x reader - e, pretty woman au, soft domming, rough-ish sex, mild spanking, drug use

This multi-chaptered fic was experimental from beginning to end. I don't usually write in present tense. I've never adapted a movie to prose. I hadn't written with Pale before. Hell, I haven't even seen the play.

While the fic isn’t everyone's cup of tea, I enjoyed myself. It was a labor of love. Or maybe a love letter to the reader? I don't know. (Though every fic I write is a love letter to you.) Either way, I discovered Pale has a marshmallow center under that hard candy shell, and that still delights me.

Finding Treasure in the Dark - charlie barber x reader - e, dom!charlie, under-negotiated bdsm, rope bondage / shibari, nipple play, edging, sex toys

This fic is a remix of Musyc's Ardent Bonds. I contacted her and proposed my idea. Neither of us had tried anything like it, but she was game. Actually, she was very gracious. I really can't praise her enough.

Anyway, let's talk about tender-dom!Charlie. He knows what he wants. What he needs is the assertive yet sexually-submissive reader. Though, he didn't know that at the meet-cute. It was fun to have Charlie be a sweet dad, a good professor, and a firm dom. I don't think they're mutually exclusive.

Charlie is undaunted, like Nicole said, and not just professionally. In Marriage Story, we see him and Nicole at their worst, their lowest. I wondered how Charlie behaves at his best or when he's his truest self.

Again, I asked, 'What does he need?' He needs someone as unflinching—undaunted—as him.

Those are the highlights of 2020! It's been a shit year, but there have been some nice moments. Thank you for your continued support, dearest reader! Stay safe and be healthy! XOXO

#kylo ren x reader #abraham h parnassus x reader #phillip altman x reader #pale x reader #charlie barber x reader #rose writes

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jupitermelichios · 3 years

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What I’d change about Rise of Skywalker

To be clear, these are changes I’d make to the existing script, not what I would have written instead. We can all agree Sheev coming back was, at best, a bit dumb, I’m also fully aware that a lot of people disliked TLJ for a variety of reasons and wanted ros to retconn more stuff, but this is not an attempt to change any of that. I’m taking the basic structure of the movie and shifting stuff around to create something I think is tonally and thematically more in line with the overall trillogy.

Also i’m aware the extended universe is sort of canon-until-proven-otherwise at the moment but as far as i’m concered there was a DC style crisis and it’s now open season on worldbuilding elements

- Starting right at the very beginning, our opening crawl is now just about immortality being one of the secret sith powers Sheev kept hinting about in the prequels

- Our very first sequence in the movie is now a (short) montage of Sheev sending psychic messages to members of the First Order, telling them to join his secret sith club. It’s not just Kylo, this is a thing he’s just generally doing, Hux, Pryde, Kylo, random Storm Trooper number 7, they’re all getting this same message.

- Kylo buggers off to go murder Sheev, because Snoke never actually let him graduate (or whatever modern sith do) so he’s not actually a sith lord, but he’s like ah, new/old sith lord is in town, I go kill him and I get to take his title by right of conquest rule of one styley, and also take out a threat to my power base. Also in the one scene we see of him interacting with the first order it’s pretty clear he actually really fucking hates being in charge, so a mission to kill Sheev is looking super win-win

- The reason Exigor is sacred to the Sith now, the reason Palpatine’s able to communicate accross planets, and the reason he’s still alive (ish) are all the same - the planet “has a heart... oF KAIIIBURRRRRR!” (yes the line should be delivered exactly like that) that amplified force powers

- Instead of just being Ian McDermott in white facepaint, Sheev’s design draws heavily on Darth Nihilus or Darth Sion, his body is dead or maybe nonexistant depending on how gross they’re prepared to go. The point is, the answer to the question ‘how the fuck did he survive?’ should be essentially ‘he didn’t’; he’s a consiousness and a fuckton of willpower and not much else

- We establish a temple/cult in this universe that worships twin gods and are generally all about balance and shit coming in twos and they think force diads are sacred. I’m thinking someone at the temple has resistance information, and when Rey and Poe visit, Poe goes to talk to the contact while Rey meditates and sees Luke’s ghost who tells her how he and Leia came here together and about their belief system and how there are different ways of connecting to the force than just being a jedi, setting up the plot point of the diad, our theme of ‘the people we love are never really gone’, and also laying the groundwork for what’s going to be a second theme of building something new rather than repeating the mistakes of the past, by establishing the sith/jedi dichotomy isn’t the only possible path to take.

- Rose and Finn are bored and stuck on base while their friends are on this mission, so when they get a distress call from a minor First Order base they go off to investigate. They find Hux, who’s been ousted in a coup in favour of the First Order just straight up following Sheev after Kylo wondered off, who promises them information. At this base, Finn also sees some young storm trooper cadets.

- Back at the rebel base they all meet up and Hux (who they’ve taken prisoner) tells them about Sheev being back, which they didn’t know about because he’s only been speaking to bad guys.

- Leia is already dying, Rey is super upset about it and during an accidental mind share, Kylo finds out and tells her Sidious knows how to heal people by transferring life energy from one person to another. The healing thing is specifically a Sith power this go around. We get a moment pretty soon after during a mission where someone gets injured, probably Finn, and she figures out how to heal them based on the hints Kylo gave her

- Also this time Leia still isn’t a jedi but not because of a prophesy, it’s because she disagrees with their philosophy, which is going to be relevant later. We get a line to the effect that ‘Luke didn’t grow up surrounded by the legacy of the Jedi’s failings, I did’

- The weird knife thing isnt anymore, it’s just a hollicron now, and the whole bit with both Lando and Rey’s parents and the bonty hunter are removed to give us breathing room elsewhere, it’s just a more tradtional fetch quest now.

- In order to get the holicron translated, Poe’s like “you’re not going to like this, but I maybe know a guy from doing undercover missions”, and takes them to Black Sun to speak to Darth Maul, that’s right, Darth Maul is here now, and he helps them because his prosthetics are breaking down and Rose fixes them and saves his life. Also he’s pretty pissed at Sheev for getting him killed so he’s totally chill with them killing the guy.

- The Hollicron tells them that the last known map to Exigor was stored in the archives of the temple of Corisant.

- They go to the ruins of the temple, a place that is both nostaligic and also has actual character significance to kylo and ties into our theme of how the jedi and the sith are both a bit shit, and even though it makes more sense for it to have been cleaned up, it’s full of little baby skeletons from Anakin’s massacre, just for the drama of it

- Rey and Kylo fight, he taunts her again with the promise of healing Leia, but this time Rey uses their bond and her knowledge of how to talk to force ghosts to basically force Kylo’s third eye wide open so he’s hearing a hundred force ghosts all at one, stabs him while he’s distracted, heals him, and then she fucks off, leaving him to talk to the force ghost of Anakin, who tells him he’s a moron who’s falling for the same bullshit Sheev used on him

- Rey joins up with the others, but at the Rebel base Hux has managed to escape and shoots Leia (it’s dramatic and she dies saving someone but it’s not actually particularly plot relevant so imagine your own death scene of choice here), and obviously Rey feels it

- At this point the gang split up, Poe and Rose go back the the Rebels because they know they’ll be needed, Finn goes off to rescue the storm trooper kids he saw earlier (yeah I’m adding a subplot what’re you going to do about it), and Rey goes off to fight Palpatine

- In the temple, Leia appears to Kylo as a force ghost while he’s doing dramatic ‘i can’t go on’ kneeling pose and gives him a little pep talk and name drops the title

- Finn goes to the first order base, finds the kids, and the little ones are on board with escaping but then they run into some teenagers who actually have guns and it cuts away on a ‘will they turn him in?” cliffhanger

- Rey arrives in Sheev’s big cave thing, tries to fight him but he’s all ‘the jedi could not defeat me before, what makes you think they can now when you’re barely more than a padawan’ and force lightnings her a bit. They’re not related in this universe, he just wants to steal her lifeforce to heal himself more because she’s powerful

- Turns out that the First Order have been tracking Hux, so they know where the Rebel base is so there’s a big space battle going on, and the First Order don’t even have any fancy secret weapon but there’s a lot of them and there’s not enough Rebel ships left after TLJ. Poe’s up in the air flying even though he’s the boss now, and Rose is on the comms trying to contact allies

"This is the Rebellion, please. In the name of Leia Organa, we're calling you. Please, if there's anyone out there. For Leia Organa, for Luke Skywalker, for Amilyn Holdo, please…" and then when there's no response, in tears, she whispers, "For Rose Tico, please!"

There's a beat of silence, and then the radio crackles to life.

"Rose Tico calls for aid, and Black Sun will answer."

A moment later another, "Leia Organa calls for aid and Cloud City will answer."

and then a moment later, “The Rebellion calls for Aid and the Free Troopers will answer” and we cut to Finn in a stolen First Order ship full of the trooper cadets of all ages.

A makeshift amada joins the fight, same as in the original version, and rose and circular briad crown girl who’s also been trying to call for back up hug in celebration and have a very brief ‘oh wait maybe i’m into you’ moment

- Back on Exigor, Kylo arrives to find Rey on the floor, dying. He takes her hand and we see them as spirits, surrounded by the flickering memories of their lives, they’re seeing one another properly for the first time, and they ackoledge one another as twins via the force (personally i’d make them explicitly siblings, by force if not blood, here to carry on the proud star wars tradition of ambiguously incestuous twins, but that might not fly with disney execs in the the 21st century), and then he gives her his life force to heal her and his last words are a title drop again, mirroring what Leia said to him, because this movie is cheesy as hell

- "The power of the Jedi could have lived in you, as the power of the sith lives in me. But instead you threw it away, for what? For that pathetic little boy? He was no more a true sith than you are a true Jedi!"

"I don't need to be a Jedi. The force is with me, and I am with the force. You have the sith. I have all that was and is and will be!"

Behind her force ghosts begin to appear, but not just jedi. There is as many of the Skywalker clan as we can get (including some reused green screen footage of Carrie Fisher), and Rose's sister, and Han, and people visually implied to be Poe and Finn’s parents, and Holdo, and behind them hundreds of others. Basically if we can afford them, they’re cameoing here, alongside a load of extras. And last of all, standing beside her is Ben.They exchange a look, and then Rey strikes. Palatine tries to force lightning her but it doesn't work, and she presses her hands to his cloak, pulls the life force out if him. Thes a terrible screaming and we see glimpses of the other sith, before they dissipate and the robe falls to the ground.

And obviously the space battle also gets definitively won at the same time, this is movieland, I’m thinking Finn and Poe have to coordinate an attack that relies on Finn using the force is that vague ‘jedi’s are all amazing pilots’ way episodes 1 and 4 both used

Oh and then at the end they’re all celebrating back on the Rebel base, and Finn starts to hit on Rose and she’s like “I’m not the one you want to say that too, also you’re not my type” and smooches circular braid-crown girl who’s been in the background of all these movies with nothing to so

Finn joins Poe and Rey and they all hug in the same ambigiously-poly way they did in the original, and then Poe’s like “I’m sorry about Kylo” kind of awkward because he still hates the guy but he knows Rey doesn’t, and Rey’s like ‘I’m not, the people we love never really leave us’

and then the final scene, Rey is carrying Kylo’s lightsabre and lays Luke’s and Leia’s on the altar of the temple of the twins, and goes to ask the priests to tell her about their religion, with the implication that she’s starting to build her own new version of the jedi

(and if I was disney this would totally be the set up for a new animated series about Rey travelling around the galaxy meeting new weird alien cultures and learning about what cool force powers they have, and the knights of Ren can be the bad guys, and sometimes she’ll come and help Finn and Poe and Rose with trying to rebuild the galaxy. And then they have to take out Black Sun in season 2 and it’s all super dramatic because they were allies sort of and had cameos, and now rey and maul are forced to have super cool spider-legs lightsabre battles instead)

#long post #rise of skywalker #ros #script doctor #star wars #its not perfect by any means #i did like the 3po and chewie screen time from the original that i cut here #but it gives rose and finn a reason to be in the story #genuinely shifts the status quo in a way the original didn't #and cuts a fair amount of unecessary faffing about #i wanted it to be more of an ensemble cast #there's a lot of good characters in this movie #but ros just didn't make room for them all #i also tried to make things a little bit less contrived #i'll admit part of these changes may actually just be because i'm more nostalgic for the prequels than the original trilogy #but i also felt like the parallels they were draweing between anakin and kylo #made havig references to the preqels make a lot of sense

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simp-4-kylo · 4 years

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Can I request a badass chick× kylo ren smut 👉👈

You’re mine anyways

Request: Can I request a badass chick x kylo ren smut 👉👈

Warnings: Dom!Reader, sub!Kylo,Smut, NSFW, degrading/name calling,uhh at this point why do i even have warnings, maybe i make tags

Word Count: 1,505

A/N: Okay so since you said badass I’m going to like do some sub!Kylo. Honestly I have never written sub!Kylo so please bear with me if it isn’t that good. I hope I got the whole badass idea too, enjoy! (okay i'm sorry this is literally so bad I fell asleep in the middle of writing this and then i woke up and finished it). I hesitate to post this because I feel I could’ve done better...

You liked to tease Kylo about being the Supreme Leader and how he acted all big and bad. He would just grunt and walk away pouting, you would always yell after him “it’s true! You aren’t scary!” You only teased him like this because he acted all mean when he was anywhere but your shared living spaces, once you two were alone behind closed doors it was over for him. Kylo knew you had control over him and he liked it that way.

He liked that you could fight back and even say no to him in different situations. When you both started dating Kylo was more dominant, but over time he slowly began to submit to you. You liked it that way too, you liked being able to tell this giant of a man that he was nothing but a little boy hiding behind a mask. It was always a big turn on for him, he liked that you would walk around sporting your arms littered in tattoos and scars.

You weren’t afraid of being who you were and everyone knew not to mess with you. Not in fear of Kylo coming after them and igniting his lightsaber, no they were scared just because of how you looked and the stories people told about you across the galaxy. You were known for many things, and you had many rumors attached to your name. You loved it when you were informed of how much the galaxy feared you. You were best friends with the Knights of Ren and when you would attend missions with them, you always smiled when you heard whispers of people around you pointing and shaking.

You had a lightsaber just like Kylo’s except it was more of a crimson red and your saber hilt was marked with scrapes and dried blood of the people you have slaughtered with it. Your boots looked the same; they were all scuffed up and worn out from all the battles you had won. You had many tattoos all over your arms, some were big and some were small. You had owned your own tattoo gun and in your spare time you would invite the Knights over for a drink and let them play with the tattoo gun. Some would get new tattoos and others would touch up old ones. You always walked away from that time with at least three new markings on your body.

You walked through the door into the kitchen and you unclipped your saber from your side and placed it on the big black counter. “Kylo you better have food ready because I’m fucking hungry.” You huffed out and ran a hand through your sweaty hair. “I do have dinner ready, I made some of your favorites. I was also wondering if maybe we could…” He had trailed off at the end of his sentence, you looked up with a confused face.

“We could what? Speak up before I make you speak up.” You said before you took a bite from the food that was placed in front of you. “I just wanted to- I just wanted you to maybe ride my cock after you ate. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and fucking my hand isn’t the same. Please you know I’ll do whatever for you.” Kylo said looking down to the metal floor.

Kylo never asks for stuff like this, it’s always you who takes control and decides when you two will have sex. He likes letting you be in complete control of him, he would get on his knees for you and worship you, just to feel your rough hands grip around his large wrists holding them in place as you rode him.

“Poor boy, fucking his hands wishing it was me who was controlling you. You know you aren’t allowed to pleasure yourself unless I say so.” You said finishing up the food around your plate due to the fact you were getting excited to control the Supreme Leader.

“I know I just-” Kylo said as his face flushed pink, you knew exactly how to embarrass him to the point he was crying for you to touch him. You had finished your plate of food and pushed it away from you, you walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of some alcohol from a far away planet. You took a swig and said “Get your ass into the bedroom then and be ready for me. Now! Go! Move.” You pushed on his back to show you that tonight he was going to be crying for you to let him have his release.

You waited a few minutes and then decided to follow Kylo into the bedroom. There you were met with a shirtless Kylo taking off his boots. “Hurry up dirty boy, before I decide to not let you cum tonight.” You said as you sat your drink on a nearby dresser and started to undress yourself. Kylo finally removed his last piece of clothing and hurried onto the big bed. He scooted back to where his head was just barely touching the headboard. You took a quick glimpse over his body trying to figure out what you wanted to do with him first.

You walked forward towards the bed and crawled on top of him. Taking a spot right above his already throbbing dick, you could feel the tip of his cock touch the lower half of your back right above your ass. You leaned forwards and brushed some of his hair out of his eyes and said “ my little boy, already so hard for me. You want me to ride your dick don’t you? Well if that’s what you want you are going to have to be a good boy.”

You kissed his lips and nipped at the bottom lip, Kylo opened his mouth with a low moan. You took this chance to slip your tongue into his mouth, he released a whimper as his two hands went to reach for your sides holding you in place. You growled lowly in his ear as if you were saying you would allow him to put his hands there. You knew Kylo was just crumbling under your touch, you felt him squirm and try to create any type of friction in order to get himself off.

“You naughty thing, if you keep trying to get off on the thought of me I will not let you cum tonight. You will only get off when I take your entire dick in my tight pussy.” You said as he stopped moving around. “Please- I- I need. Oh fuck I need to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock. Please just ride me, I need you.” Kylo had started to whine and run his hands up and down your sides. “Goodness, you’re such a needy boy aren’t you. Do you act like infront of your Knights? Who’s dick is this!” You said as you reached for the base of his cock, you raised up a little bit and took his entire length as he responded.

“No- it’s. Fuck! It’s all yours- this is your cock. Please I-” Kylo said as his body took in the feeling of you riding his throbbing cock. You had started at a slow pace moving your hips slowly in order for you to take his huge dick, you would never admit it to his face but Kylo had the thickest cock you had ever seen. You had been with many men before, and Kylo knew this. He was just so huge you always had to adjust to his size.

You started to slowly pick up your speed and rocked your hips harder against his. Your hands went to his shoulders as you leaned forward in an attempt to fuck him from a new angle. Your thumbs pressed into his neck as you started to move with more force, his hands went to your ass and squeezed it. You both just kept moaning and creating bruises on eachother.

You could feel your orgasm start to slowly build and you knew Kylo was also close. His cock started to twitch and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he was shooting his warm seed into you. You both started to pick up the pace chasing after your release. The sound of skin on skin, panting and moaning filled the air. You both yelled profanities as you came at the same time. You leaned forward and nuzzled your head in his neck, the feeling of his warm cum coating your walls was something you would never get tired of.

As much as you loved to dom Kylo, he was an absolute sweetheart right after sex. He would hold you and leave his dick inside you for as long as you wanted. He always knew you liked the sight of the liquids that would coat his softened dick, he always allowed you to clean him off. Kylo loved nothing but to impress you and submit to you.

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helaintoloki · 4 years

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Happily Ever After

pairing: Poe Dameron x reader, Kylo Ren x reader

notes: a part three as promised filled with lots of angst. who would you like to see y/n end up with? Kylo? Poe? Neither? Let me know :)

part one | part two

“Poe,” she whispers, hand gently slapping the side of his face. “Wake up.”

“Poe is asleep,” the pilot grumbles, burying himself further into the sheets. She rolls her eyes at his stubbornness and lets out a small huff, taps more persistent on his face.

“The baby is kicking,” she says, and that’s enough to have him alive, awake, and enthusiastic. He scrambles, stuck in the sheets and almost falling off the edge of their tiny bed completely. His hair is unruly and wild from sleep, eyes tired but beaming at the news that his child too is awake.

“C-Can I?” Poe asks, timid and nervous and trembling. Y/n laughs.

“It’s your baby, silly,” she giggles. “You don’t need permission. Go on, say hello.”

Careful fingers gingerly lift up the fabric of her pajama shirt, one of his old shirts, and expose her pregnant belly to the cold air of the room. She shivers and he apologizes, but then his warm hand is rested on her stomach and nothing else in the world seems to matter.

The swift kicks are strong against his palm, and Poe can’t help but to let out a teary laugh. His first child, first baby. A living being he helped to create is acknowledging his presence and he couldn’t be happier.

“Hey,” he smiles, sniffling and wiping away the tears he insists he’s not crying out, “hey, kiddo. I love you.”

That night was so long ago, but Poe envisions it over and over again in his mind. Just a month ago he’d had everything: a loving wife, two wonderful children, and a peaceful life in his cottage on Yavin-4. And now he had nothing. Kylo Ren had taken it all away in an instant, and Poe could do nothing about it. Nothing at all. Maybe that was what hurt the most, the helplessness and defenselessness. He’d failed to keep them safe, failed at being a good father and a good husband.

“You have to stop telling yourself that,” Leia chides gently. “Wallowing in self-pity will not get you anywhere.”

“General, you don’t understand-“

“I’ve lost a son before,” she replies, and Poe halts, tired eyes looking into her own. And he sees the sadness behind them. But he also sees the hope. “I haven’t lost hope, and neither should you. We’ll get them back. I promise you we will.”

“Yes, General,” Poe replies gently, fiddling with the silver chain around his neck. The ring that used to hang from it is missing, and so is the love in his heart.

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She could cry. She really could if she allowed herself to. It had been years since y/n had adorned the royal face paint, whites and golds and reds and silvers adorning her skin and accenting her features. She hardly recognized her reflection in the mirror, for this girl was not her. Not anymore. Not since...

“Ten more minutes, Empress Ren,” the servant calls from the doorway, shutting it just as quickly as they had opened it. The name made her shudder. Empress. Ren. That was not her, and this was not her.

The children were tucked away and asleep with a caretaker droid. Kylo did not want them present for the ceremony, and y/n did not get a second say. The proposal had been quick, Shara’s silver wedding band replaced by a gold and red ruby ring. She hadn’t said yes, but she could not say no either. He would not let her, and Poe had not yet come; would he ever?

Five minutes until the ceremony, and all hope is slowly beginning to diminish. So this is how my freedom ends, she thinks to herself, in a grand ceremony. No more Poe, no more Leia, no more cottage on Yavin, and no more escaping her past. She can’t run, her legs are too tired and her heart can’t take any more of it. At least with their marriage there is a hope, there is a chance, that Ben Solo can be brought back.

“You still struggle to accept that Ben Solo is gone,” Kylo murmurs gently, startling his future bride. Did he always have to creep up behind her and poke through her thoughts like that?

“Deep in my heart I know he is not,” she replies earnestly, gazing up into his tired eyes. He takes a good look at her then, at her beauty and her grace and the warmth that encapsulates her entire being. Kylo Ren knows he is unworthy of such a prize, but the galaxy has robbed him of everything that is good and pure. It was only a matter of time before he decided to steal it back.

“Your heart is wrong,” Kylo grimaces, gloved finger gently running along the side of her jaw. Her white face paint does not wipe away at his touch, and he smiles. A faint smile that would be hardly noticeable to anybody that didn’t know him. But she did. “You are the most beautiful woman in all of the galaxy.”

“Flattery will not get you anywhere,” y/n scowls, yanking herself away from his touch. She is angry, and she has every right to be. He’d hurt her then as Ben Solo, and now he was hurting her as Kylo Ren.

“I’m doing this for your own good,” Kylo insists. “I couldn’t be there for you then. I was weak and foolish and I wouldn’t have been able to protect you.” He cups her face in his hands gently and bends down to press his forehead against her own. Their eyes flutter shut and he can feel her trembling breaths fanning across his face. A shaky breath of his own escapes his lips. “I can protect you now. I can provide. I can take care of you... I can take care of Shara.”

It’s at the mention of their daughter that she begins to weep, tears creating clean streaks in her makeup as her shoulders tremble and hands reach up to grasp at his wrists. Poe is an after thought in her mind now as images of their future are projected in her head: picnics, outings in the galaxy, family trips to the private beach in Naboo’s lake country, a third child. It is everything she hoped for with Ben Solo, everything she had ever wanted the moment she laid eyes on him. It was everything she craved the moment she learned of her pregnancy, and it was the secret longing that infiltrated her dreams as she slept beside Poe.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but perhaps it would be better. The force works in mysterious ways after all, and it was the force that brought him to her small cottage on Yavin. It was the force that bonded their souls in their youth, and now it would be the force that would bind them together forever.

Poe Dameron was an afterthought of the past, and Kylo Ren was the promise of a new future.

tags: @sweetgoodangel @ohbeewan-kenobi @bitch-imma-head-out @aesthetically-bii

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pinecone5678 · 4 years

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Wildflower--Chapter 3-- Droids Have No Patience

Chapter 1 here Chapter 2 here It’s also on AO3 here! Hi here’s more of that Reylo Quarantine fic no one asked for. My hope is to keep going and maybe get a little steamy at some point who knows but for now here is this chapter! Chapter 3

Rey--

Rey was still sitting at the table, food still steaming, when a little droid rolled to the table.

“Madam.” The little Ran-D unit chirped at her, the long arms reaching around her to gather up the dishes. It reached for her bowl when Rey grabbed it. “Not done?” It asked.

Rey shook her head and held the bowl to her chest. Confused as to how the Ran-D was here. Working when no one had lived at the house in some time. There was a little bit of dust here and there but for the most part the place was clean. Surprising.

The Ran-D just beeped at her and continued putting things away.

Rey began eating again, still confused, still unsure as to what the hell she was supposed to do now. She twirled her spoon around in the mush in her bowl and ate a large spoonful. Why would Leia send her on this mission. What was the point? If Ren was just going to cook for her and storm out like he always does, then why endanger Rey and her jedi training. Surely she didn’t think Rey could do anything.

The Ran-D whistled, the table was cleared and it had set out a glass of water. It now floated nearby, waiting.

Rey realized no one had ever cooked a meal like this for her. Not since she was a child left crying on Jakku. Stunned, Rey stood and set her bowl on the table. The water could wait. She needed the sourness of the wine still lingering on her tongue. It took everything the ex-scavenger could to not take the lightsaber in the umbrella stand and snap it in two.

Then she noticed, the lightsaber was no longer there. Then she heard the sound of property damage taking place.

The anger was quick to rise up in her throat and she let out a small “Ugh!” in frustration. She was never going to get anywhere if he insisted on throwing a tantrum anytime he didn’t get his way.

Nodding at the Ran-D, Rey took off through the house, following his Force signature down a set of stairs, through a door, and into a dark cellar with lightning quick flashes of red.

Ren wasn’t destroying the room actually, his moves were quick, succinct, and calculated as he slashed the air around a dummy. She knew he could sense her just as easily as she sensed him. Ren was shirtless again, the muscled back was to her. Before, she hadn’t gotten a very good look at him, the horror of seeing an enemy in a semi-vulnerable state had taken her by surprise. But now, with him so laser-focused on his training she could see the strength in his body as he moved. The absolute size of him was so intimidating Rey found herself grateful for her lightsaber. In a physical fight he would crush her. Literally.

The red saber clicked off, the room was the soft color of candlelight, calming except for the decapitated dummy head.

“Whatever you think you’re doing here. You can stop.” Ren said swiveled around to look at her. “Just, stop.”

Rey felt the anger rise again, “I’m here to find out just what you’ve done.” She jabbed a finger in his direction. “This planet is dying and you’re sitting here making meals for someone you hate. It’s pathetic!” She wanted to spit at him. This was complicated everything was complicated.

Ren tossed his saber on the soft looking loveseat in the corner by her and pulled his shirt back on. “If you’re done yelling at me, I’ll be going to bed now.” He tried to edge around her.

“Bed?! You practice for five minutes and you call that bed time?” She scoffed.

He was within inches of her face now, sweating and breathing very hard. “It’s difficult to practice when someone is staring at me and thinking about I look shirtless.” Ren was gritting his teeth, obviously trying not to yell for whatever reason.

“As if you don’t have bigger things to worry about than me thinking about you shirtless.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I think you know absolutely what I mean. Causing a pandemic for starters.”

That did it. Ren turned and called his lightsaber from the couch and had it out and pointed at her in an instant. “Alright then, you’re so hungry for a fight, let’s go then.”

Rey already had her saber out and on, breathing hard. “Tell me what you’re planning and we don’t have to.”

“I think you want to.”

There’s more I want than that. The thought came unbidden and was entirely unwelcome but there it was. Blood rushed to Rey’s face. What was wrong with her? And from the look on Ren’s face he heard her too.

In an instant his saber was off and he pushed past her without another word.

Shit. What was wrong with her?

Ren-----

What was wrong with her? She couldn’t think like that, talk like that, in a shared conversation with him. In one second, one thought they’d gone from wanting to kill each other to, well whatever she was thinking of. What he thought of quite often. One doesn’t offer to rule the galaxy with another without thinking of those possibilities.

As if he could ever not think of those possibilities. What was it about the scavenger from the middle of nowhere that set him on edge, set him on fire from the inside. He’d made her dinner to freak her out, to make her just as uncomfortable as she made him. All it seemed to have done was incentivize her to be more ridiculous than usual.

Why come all the way out here, bother him when he was bothering no one, and barge in on his family’s home. One of his family’s homes. His favorite. The pandemic right now was hitting the most populated areas of the planet the hardest. The little house on the other side of the castle was safe, he just needed to send the Ran-D out for more groceries soon.

Ren stalked into his living quarters, it was a guest room and bathroom when he lived here as a youngling but now he made it his own. Something that had not been the sleeping area of his old self or his parents. He didn’t want to think of his mother. And especially not his father.

It was a simple arrangement, one he liked best, but he couldn’t help cleaning the place up when he arrived. His stay was supposed to be for that of a week. But then he couldn’t locate the wayfinders. And then the pandemic had surged, stopping his search. Kylo Ren would be unable to scour different regions without a specific pass required to cross the borders. He could just use the Force but that would alert a holy fire of Republic hell upon his head, one he didn’t need.

So he stayed at his family’s home. Pouring over maps with no one to answer to but himself. The First Order was fine as long as he was concerned without him. Let Hux have his little power trip for now. Supreme Leader Ren would return with a new path forward up and out of the miserable fight that had gone on for years.

It was nice to have his head to himself, at least that’s what he had until she showed up. The scavenger always seemed to arrive she was wanted least.

Ren was preparing for bed when he heard it again, that little knock at the door. Not the front door, but the door to his room.

“I know you’re in there Kylo, I just want some answers.” He walked to the door, she was pacing in front of it, the shadows moving under the crack of it. “Your mother-“

Ren threw the door open, surprising her, “My mother what?” He snapped. Attempting to not launch himself at her, saber first.

Rey swallowed harshly, her hair was frizzy, creating a halo of sorts around her head from all of the walking outside. “Your mother wants to know where this sickness came from. It started around the time you arrived and I was sent here to-“

“To what? Kill me? Question me? Stop me? I don’t deal in coughs and fevers, Rey. I arrived after it started, I just barely made it here without getting the royal forces called down on my head.”

“Well,” Rey kicked at nothing with her shoe, “Maybe they have a right to. Just because you didn’t cause this sickness doesn’t mean you aren’t just as every bit guilty for what you’ve done and-”

Ren held up a hand, “I’m tired. You’re tired. Go find an inn to stay at or hell, find a bed here just leave me alone. I told you what I would do if I saw you again. Be glad I haven’t.” With that he shut the door in her face again. He didn’t know how long she was staying, just that he hoped she’d be out of here soon.

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kylosbrickhousebody · 3 years

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Ch. 4 of Quiet Hours is up

Ch. 4 of my super weird sadfic about KyloRen/Reader is up. If you liked Mercurial, you will probably (eventually) like this, too. NSFW

She stares at it for a long time—longer than she truly has to spend given that she’s already been separated from her work group. Her taskmaster is probably terribly confused; she’ll probably already face a beating when she goes back.

Still, the wonder of it holds her in place.

A credit.

Kylo Ren gave her a credit?

It’s there, unmistakable, on the table.

She blinks once, twice, three times, pressing her eyes closed tighter with repetition.

It just seems unbelievable. She’s never seen a real credit up close before.

She stares dumbly for a moment longer before realizing she should probably return it to him.

Having a credit on her person—well, it’s likely not even legal. Slaves can’t own anything, let alone carry currency. Possessing a credit is probably some sort of high crime.

She runs over to the doorway, peeks her head out into the austere hallways.

“Sir?”

She looks left; right.

There’s no one there.

Little legs carry her to one end of the hallway, where it splits into two leading to and away from the Bridge.

“Sir?”

Nothing. No response, no one in sight.

She runs to the other end, a little panicked now, whipping her head from side to side to try to catch a glimpse of him—the coattails of his cape, maybe, turning a corner somewhere in the distance.

Again: nothing.

She bites a lip and hurries back into the small room where he once sat.

It’s still there, still on the table where he’d left it.

She peers back at the doorway before she shoves it into the scratchy lining of one of her frock’s pockets.

Then she scurries out the door, into the foyer, down the passageways leading back to the Bridge. It’s critical that she re-join her group. If she doesn’t, she won’t be accounted for in the next check, and that means a guaranteed beating. Even worse, losing track of one’s group means she’ll likely miss both the next feeding and her next refresher break.

She nearly runs into one of the huge blaster doors guarding the entrance to the Bridge.

She bows her head at two of the elite squadron Stormtroopers stationed as guards.

“Could you please—erm—could you please let me in? My group was assigned to cleaning duties here, and—”

“Scram, filth.”

“I—yes, sir, I understand—but please, I need to rejoin my group, and—”

“I said,” one of the troopers says, shoving the butt of his blaster into her ribs, “scram.”

“Yes—yes, sir. Yes—”

She turns, quickly, and hurries down the hallway.

The cold sheet metal venting on the floor digs into her bare feet as she scurries out of the Stormtroopers’ line-of-sight.

They’re not going to let her in, and she certainly isn’t going to get away with tailgating an authorized person into the Bridge. She looked terribly out of place there—well, all the slaves did—and she wouldn’t even pass for a servant. The raggedy, unwashed standard issue of the slave uniform see to that all on their own.

She pauses to catch her breath in one of the less frequented tunnels. She presses her back up against the wall, the cool metal pressing into her shoulders. It grounds her a little, reminds her that she’s still alive somehow.

She waits a long moment, trying to clear her thoughts, savoring how pressing up against the wall slightly soothes her aching lumbar region.

She’s lost. So, so lost. She’s never been to this area of the ship before. Usually she cleans servant sleeping quarters, or the hallways in the hull: areas with predictable designs, created to maximize space and cram the greatest number of bodies and workspaces into the confines of the ship.

It’s clear now, though, that she’s very far out of her depth. The series of hallways she finds herself in doesn’t match the maze that she’s used to. This area of the ship is clearly designed for something else: comfort. Luxury. Flashiness.

None of it looks familiar at all.

She walks down more hallways, timid, trying to project as much feeble respect as she can in case she gets spotted. She presses her right hand up against the right walls, making every right turn she’s presented with. That should eventually get her somewhere, right?

Right?

It’s because of this frantic, desperate strategy that she finds herself actually relieved when she encounters another station of Stormtroopers. They stand guard against glass walls which look somehow familiar—maybe she passed them with her group—and she approaches as respectfully as she can.

“I’m afraid I’m lost, sirs,” she starts.

No answer.

The troopers look between each other. No doubt that she’s a strange sight.

“I was stationed with my group—we were cleaning—and I got pulled away for, erm, a specific cleaning assignment. Pulled away by a superior, I mean,” she adds quickly. “I didn’t just leave! I tried to go back to join up with my group again after I finished, but I couldn’t locate them again. I think by now they’ve likely moved on to another area of the ship. Could you possibly help me, please?”

One trooper tilts his helmet.

“Yeah, we could help you, honey. We could both help you. Right over in that break room, in fifteen minutes, when we get off shift. We’ll help you real good.”

She swallows, hard, shuffles a little bit in her place.

“Erm. I—no, thank you. I appreciate, uh…” she trails off. “Could you please tell me what time it is?”

It’s the other one who replies.

“11:43.”

Oh.

Much later than she’d thought.

She’d must have wasted precious time navigating the ship—or maybe the time spent with the Supreme Leader lasted longer than she thought—

She realizes, with a severe pang of regret, that she’s missed her daily feeding and one of only two refresher breaks.

“I—oh, okay, thank you—um—” she pauses, fraught with indecision about what she could possibly ask that might receive a real answer. “Do you know where I might be able to report to?”

“No idea,” the first trooper answers, sounding harsher this time, “but down those steps would be a good start. I’d get going before we report you for trespassing up here.”

That makes her blanch all the way white.

“Yes—yes, sir—of course—”

She hurries in the direction indicated, down a flight of stairs made from metal grating which tears at the underside of her dirty feet.

She emerges into a small atrium, simply relieved that she’s been able to get this far without a keycard.

Perhaps she’ll run into someone more approachable—an enlisted person, or maybe even a servant—who can direct her back to an overseer or taskmaster, back to her group. All she wants is to lay low, to do her work, to get the day done with.

She takes a right and walks down an arterial hallway lined with black pillars. There are sounds up ahead, she thinks; there’s faint clacking, fainter voices. She follows the noises, hesitant but nevertheless ready to accept her punishment and get it on with it, and soon finds herself tiptoeing closer to a broad sheet of glass windowing.

She peers in, obscuring most of her body behind the opaque paneling next to where the windows begin.

She discerns quickly that the room is some sort of feeding center; it’s set up similarly to the ones used to feed slaves, but this one is bigger, cushier. Cafeterias, she thinks they call them.

Multiple stations with multiple different kinds of foods line the walls. The people within—enlisted officers, it seems—actually talk to one another. Some even smile.

There are real tables and chairs—comfortable-looking ones—and refreshers off to the side for use at any time. It baffles her a little to watch the officers within just excuse themselves from conversations to use the refresher whenever they want.

And there: she spots what will become the primary temptation of the room. There, towards the edge of the feeding room, closest to her, sits a small table. She’s not sure exactly what the sign says, but the intention is clear. A small coffer rests beneath the sign emblazoned with some words and then the symbol for a credit. To the right and left of the coffer sit an arrangement of baked goods: odds and ends of assorted breads, day-old buns and pastries.

Just the mere sight makes her stomach rumble.

Slaves are usually only fed a porridge-like gruel once a day—it’s packed with all the nutrients you need! they say—and left to live life perpetually hungry for something more.

She’s certainly no stranger to hunger. It reflects in her body: in her lack of strength, her hair and her nails, the constant acidity that tinges her mouth from a stomach completely empty and angrily rumbling for more.

How bad would it be—truly be? —if she snuck into the room, placed her newfound credit into the coffer, and took a piece of bread?

She wouldn’t be stealing, she figures. After all, she truly does have the required credit.

And, true, while slaves aren’t supposed to eat food they aren’t explicitly given, its clear that the table is for cast-asides, for goods from yesterday.

She wouldn’t really be hurting anybody if she took something to eat on her way back to her group, would she?

The intense rumble of her stomach seems to provide an answer. She swallows back the newest wave of stomach bile and acid and walks into the room, confidently as she can muster, over to the table.

She tries not to look out of place, tries not to glance around to see if anyone is watching her: that would only draw more attention than her appearance does on its own.

She digs into her pocket and grasps the credit, then drops it quickly into the collecting coffer.

Her eyes survey the goods on the table a little greedily. There’s a half-torn bagel; a very dry-looking croissant; small end pieces of stale bread.

It takes a few moments before she sees it, but when she does, she knows its for her. It’s a small raisin bun, less stale-looking than her other options, small enough that she might conceal it in her pocket. She takes it and, indeed, pockets it, making quickly for the entryway.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” She turns, nervously, open-mouthed, to meet the eyes of an officer. “I just watched you steal, slave.”

“I—no, no, sir—I paid for it. I paid for it; I swear.”

“Paid for it with all that money they give you, did ya?”

“No—really—I had a credit, and—”

“You had a credit. Of course. And I have a luxury villa in Canto Blight, that’s why I work as a jailsman in the First Order. Please.”

The man moves forward, takes her by the arm.

“I know just the place to send you for punishment today. Consider yourself in luck. You’ll be getting a very special treat.”

“No—please—truly, I paid for it—”

“And even if you did,” he cuts across her, “you have no business in the cantina of your betters. You were trespassing at a minimum. And where exactly is your post? Aren’t you worked nearly all hours of the day?”

“I—well, see, that’s the thing—”

“Right. That is exactly the thing.”

“I—”

“Be quiet, slave-girl.”

She blanches white for the second time that day, falls completely silent. Her heart pounds out of her chest. She feels delirious.

He leads her back nearly the same way that she came: up the stairs, up past the two troopers stationed nearby, down an adjacent hallway.

He stops clear of a heavy metal door, which he unlocks manually with a set of keys tied to a clip on his waistband.

He rips the raisin bun out of her pocket just before shoving her into the room.

“I’m sure he’ll enjoy practicing his mysticism on you. Very painful, or so I’ve heard.” He cocks his head, considering. “Well, based on all the screams, that is.”

The door slams shut.

She manages only to make it to the other side of the room—a hexagonal cell, gray and dark and ominous—before she sinks down to her knees, the adrenaline rush shakes proving far too much for her joints and weak muscles to handle.

It’s exactly here that she curls up for the better part of an unknown amount of time.

The acid from her increasingly angry stomach burns her esophagus.

The hotness of her tears streak down the dry skin of her cheeks.

This is how she lies some number of hours later, slipping between light sleep and terrifying reality when the door opens again.

Heavy footsteps echo on the plate floors.

The metal door locks with a clang.

A tall, black figure stares down at her from within the shadow of the doorframe.

Kylo Ren.

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mysticmilks · 4 years

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Incubus - Kylux

Chapter 1: The Hunt

Part 2

[Chapter 1 (part I, part II), Chapter 2 (part I, part II, part III), Chapter 3 (part I, part II, part III), Chapter 4(part I, part II, part III, part IV), Chapter 5 (part I, part II, part III)]

Over the next few days, Ben continued his hunt for the incubus. He wasn’t in a rush, planing every move, checking every spell, charing every crystal.

Yes, he wanted to wipe out the disgusting creature as fast as possible, but Ben had decided to prove that his family had been wrong about him. He was not a hothead. Ben had deliberately chosen the demon who was smart enough not to leave trails of bodies behind his back.

That behavior wasn't typical for incubus and succubus: most of them were trapped by their own instincts and hunger, too irrational to cover his deeds, too reckless to stop before their victim is drained. And there wasn't that many of these types of demons — they were valued by other higher demons as partners, and they often preferred to spend their time with other supernatural beings feeding on them.

But this incubus was perfect prey for Ben — he could do a clean job, and not be hurried by potential risk to mortals.

Ben saw the cute ginger a few more times, during those days of preparation and tracking. The cute ginger was in the library, when Ben was searching it for a demon and in the classroom where the incubus's sense was the most concentrated. He was at the stadium too — he, incubus, and the rest of the campus. Ben noticed him only because his hair was so unique, and maybe, just maybe, because he was so cute.

The attractive ginger was Armitage Hux. He was indeed a freshman and he was from England. He was all about studying and not so much about partying, as a chatty blond girl from his economics class told Ben.

When Ben saw him in the bar the next night, he decided that it was too much for a coincidence and started to ask around about him.

He had no friends. He lived alone outside of the campus. No one knew where but rumor had it Armie had a nice apartment downtown. All his family was in England and he wasn't close to them. He was the smartest person in the class, way better in every discipline. He had neither boyfriend nor girlfriend, but he was seen a few times with older men.

Ben’s suspicions grew stronger, yet he couldn't attack a man just because of them. He needed evidence.

After classes, Ben followed Armitage into the library. Listening to his senses, Ben approached his table.

“Hi,” Ben said and made an amiable smile “You don't know me, but we met—”

“Yes.” Armitage Hux looked at him up and down, and after a moment smiled back “I remember. Vaguely. It was the party, right?"

"Yeah."

"Thank you, for helping me. I rarely drink and I didn’t think… well, thank god, you interfered.”

Ben noticed an adorable pink hue tinted his cheeks, and felt an urge to touch them, to protect and beat those frat assholes again.

“Anyone would do the same,” Ben mumbled, staring at Armitage’s hands. They were fiddling with pens and pages. He had nice long fingers, elegant — everything about him was elegant.

“But you were the only one who did,” said the guy quietly and looked Ben in the eyes “How rude of me — I’m Armitage Hux.”

I know, almost said Ben.

“Nice to meet you, Armitage. I’m Kylo Ren,” Ben said the nickname he used for this mission.

“Really?” Armitage smirked, raising his eyebrow “It sounds like a childish nickname for a warlock in an online game.”

“Really. I can show you my id if you don’t trust me, Armitage Hux.”

Ben had created his nickname a long time ago, as Armitage had easily guessed, and it really was his character in an online game. He'd felt utterly silly when he'd made a fake id with it. He really didn’t expect to show it to anyone, but now he was grateful to his past self for forethought.

“Hey, don’t get all grumpy, big guy," Armitage said "I just joked. It's strange to be the one not with the most peculiar name. Anyway, it was rude of me. You saved my ass, probably quite literally, from those jerks. And you didn’t take advantage of my state. I do trust you, Kylo. Can I call you Kylo?”

“Yeah,” said Ben, looking at Armie's the most charming smile.

“I think I owe you, how about a cup of coffee and the most expensive piece of cake we can find on campus? And you can call me Armie, everyone does.”

Ben nodded, smiling back before he could stop himself. For a moment Ben even forgot that he wasn’t really flirting with a cute guy. That Armie was good, although Ben doubted that it was the real name of the creature. But the sweet, stupefying scent was there. It was weaker than in the frat house, but it was all around the incubus.

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revengeworld · 5 years

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The Circus VII

Werewolf! Kylo x Reader Modern/Monster AU

Words: +3.300

Warnings: Just fluff

AN: Feedback plz! And sorry for the late post, lots of stuff to do when you have to take care of your Bridge Baby ;D

MASTERLIST: Can be found in my bio if you are interested in more!

Walking back with a cage in his arms that could fit a cat or a middle sized dog, Kylo debated with himself if he should tell Y/N what she was or if he just keep his mouth shut.

Turning a corner, he saw Y/N already sitting on the big creature, brushing clean its ears.

The only thing he could do right now was to shake his head with a smile.

“Did you get some medicine?” she asked from above and he held up a pouch with salve.

“Sure did. The director gave me an amulet that will shrink him to a better size. If you connect it, the rune closes and makes him smaller.” he explained and threw them up to her.

“Shrink him first so the medicine will be enough.”

“Got it!” she grinned down and started to whisper in the big creatures ear. First he didn’t seem to eager to get the collar on but still let her throw it over his head so he could slip through and she could close the clasp.

Quickly sliding down it’s side the big Toriko started to shrink until it was as small as a big cat.

“Wait! Why is he so small now?!” Kou protested who came slithering through the grass.

“I thought you might like him more in your own size so you two can play.” the director approached them.

“Nah, fuck that! Make me as big as him!” Kou snickered and his mother was shocked at the curses that just came out of her sons hissing snout.

“Kou!” picking him up, he let his head hang low, ready to get a lecture from Phasma.

“Sorry Mama.”

“I know you are excited that you have another new friend, but please behave.” she sighed and let him crawl in her hair.

“Okay Mama.” resting his head on hers, he watched the now small Trico who was sneaking around Y/Ns leg and let out a disappointed sigh.

Kneeling down Y/N held out her arm, which the Toriko jumped on and rolled itself together.

“Now we can give you a better treatment.” gently brushing over it’s head it started to purr again.

“Why the cage?” Y/N asked Kylo and he held it up.

“It’s a safe space for him were he can rest if he has enough of us. Look inside.”

Taking a closer look she could see a tiny forest inside, similar to the one that was around them.

“The director created it so he would feel more at home.”

“That's so amazing ...” Y/N mumbled fascinated still not able to realise how much magic was around them.

“Can I sleep over?” Kou suddenly hissed and Phasma looked up at her son with a frown.

“He might be scared the first night!” the little snake defended itself and Phasma needed to admit that it wasn’t a bad idea from her little son.

“Fine, but you listen to what Y/N and Kylo say. If that’s okay with you guys?” looking over to the two, Y/N nodded excited but Kylo rolled his eyes. Knowing that he would not get his hoped alone time with his mate.

“Sure, whatever...” Kylo waved dismissively with his hand before reaching it out so Kou could climb on it.

A bit reluctantly the little snake let itself fall onto Kylos hand who put him on his shoulder.

Walking back to their own tent, Kylo laid his arm around Y/Ns waist and watched her calming the new creature. When he wanted to lean over to press a kiss against her temple a light breeze brought her tempting scent right in his nose.

Feeling his fingers dig lightly into her waist she looked up at him while he held his nose closed.

“S...So bad?” she asked as if it was her fault that he was feeling so tempted.

“Its fine… but here, please wear it.” he mumbled, pulling another amulet from his jeans.

“It will hide your scent from me and others… the Director was so nice to lend it to us… I didn’t think it would be needed, but please wear it...” he explained while laying it around her neck.

Taking a soft and especially careful sniff the last bit of her aroma lingered in his nose before it was gone and he took a relieved breath.

“Sorry...” Y/N only mumbled while he held the cloth of the entrance aside so she could enter their tent.

“It's not your fault, Moonshine. But even I can’t control myself forever, with you tempting me like crazy. And I want to respect your feelings.” gently laying his hand against her cheek, she smiled up at him.

“Thank you for being so understandable. Its just that ….” Y/N stopped her sentence when her eyes landed on Kou on Kylos shoulder, who listened to them.

“How about we talk about this another time?” she suddenly chuckled nervous and grabbed Kou so she could place the two creatures onto the bed for now.

“You don’t have to explain anything. We will take our time. I’m not ready for cups either. Besides we have all the time in the world.” he let out a barking laugh before cupping her face and pressing a long kiss against her forehead. “I will get some hot water for our new addition.”

Looking after Kylo she smiled for a while, before she looked for a good place for Tricos cage, placing it right next to her desk and turned around to the two who already started playing what seemed to be hide and seek between the sheets and pillows.

“Kou? Do you want to take a bath with him?” Y/N asked the moving blankets until both their heads poked out.

“Yessss sounds like fun! Do we get bubbles?”

“Lots of them!” she promised. At first the Toriko was scared of the warm water and the unfamiliar foam that was swimming on top of it, but when Y/N let him down into the bowl Kylo had brought, it chirped and started to swim around in it.

Giving both of them a gentle bath, Y/N had a constant smile on her lips. She was proud of herself that she could help this lonely creature that had approached her, now realizing that maybe it really was a good thing that she was different, like most of the people here.

“So did you find out what I am?” she asked Kylo, after she had wrapped the two in a towel and joined her boyfriend on their bed, who was looking for a movie that they could watch on her laptop.

“You are basically Steve Irwin for magical creatures...” he grinned while munching on his beef jerky.

“I’m what?” she started to laugh.

“To be more detailed, you my Moonshine are a fairy. There are lots of them, but your specialty lies with creatures like Trico and Kou. So we could call you Khaleesi, Mother of creatures.” he started to laugh again which also made her giggle even more.

“I like the sound of that!” rubbing Kou and Trico dry, she made a little blanket cave for them.

“But why didn’t my parents tell me that?” leaning against his shoulder, Kylo calmly brushed over her arm.

“They probably don’t know either, Darling. Rey told us that most fairy children get switched with human babies, she can explain it better than I can. But I would prefer it if you just look it up yourself instead of hanging out with her.”

Hearing her slight chuckle, he looked at her.

“This is something I don’t understand. I’m your mate. We’re meant to be … and you still get jealous?”

“Mhmm… probably the instinct to defend whats mine. And that will not change.” pressing a gentle kiss against her cheek, she chuckled and cuddled closer against his chest.

“Can we watch this one?” Y/N heard a hiss from Kou and told Kylo about the snakes decision.

“Fine by me.” the werewolf grinned and carefully patted the snakes head and Tricos, after hearing the now quiet roar.

Smiling at the three, Y/N was more than happy to spend her evening with them, cuddled up in their pile of pillows and watch a calm movie.

With a last stroke of her brush, Y/N stepped back to look at her finished and probably last big banner. She now had finished everyone that had a part in the show, which also meant she would have a bit more time for other things.

“Are you done?” Kylos head poked around the corner, Trico completely rolled together on top of it. Chuckling lightly she took the hybrid animal from his head and nodded.

“What do you think?”

“It looks awesome! Just like all the others, but my own is still my favourite.” he snickered in her ear before biting it lightly.

“Kylo!” pulling away she tried to avoid his little love attacks with a grin.

“Do you have time later? I want to drive into the city for a little surprise I have prepared for the others.” she grinned from one ear to another and he raised his eyebrows a bit in suspicion.

“Sure thing, Moonshine. I could stock up on some snacks while we’re there. But we have to be back by nightfall, they want to make a big fire and celebrate a bit, since the show is doing so well.” helping her clean up her brushed, Kylo soon nuzzled himself against her back before burying his face in her hair.

“Sounds nice. Then let’s get the Flyers and Posters ready! Maybe … we could have a little bit of a date...” she suggested shyly which only made Kylo grin, showing his fangs.

“Sounds wonderful! Then get ready I will clean the rest of the car.”

They had just arrived in this town yesterday and they hadn’t unpacked everything yet. To be honest Kylo had expected that Y/N would already be sick of all this traveling lifestyle but she seemed more than in her element than when he met her.

“Your not taking your drawing stuff with you?” he asked surprised, when he saw that she had her camera in her hand instead.

“No, too time consuming. The paint would need to dry and we have so much to do …I just can’t resist my water colours.” she mumbled while looking at herself in the mirror. Brushing through her hair and adjusting the cardigan she had chosen to wear, Kylo just watched her for a moment before throwing his leather jacket over.

Dropping Trico of at Phasmas tent, Y/N and her werewolf were soon on their way into the city.

“Where do you need to stop by?” he asked while looking for a good parking spot.

“Just the copy shop. I preordered everything so we just have to pick it up.” she smiled while Kylo brushed through her hair with a soft look in his warm brown eyes.

“Always so organized and prepared. Nobody would expect you would live with the likes of us.”

“Well I Am one of ‘us’. Sorry that my fairyness is too normal for you Mister Werewolf.” leaning over to him, she gently kissed his plum lips.

“No, you are just perfect for me, Moonshine.” placing his arm around her waist, he pulled Y/N closer, brushing with his nose against hers while admiring her beautiful eyes.

“Lets get our tasks finished and then we can have a nice evening.” pressing a last kiss against his cheek, Y/N left the car while Kylo looked around for a moment. His eyes suddenly landing on a Poster of a shop.

“H… hey, you can go on. I can’t seem to find my wallet. I will catch up to you.”

“Oh sure. It’s the store right on the corner there.” showing him the direction, he nodded and waited for Y/N to be a bit further away, before making his way into the shop that caught his attention earlier.

Waiting patiently in the copyshop while someone was getting her order, Y/N was slightly swaying from side to side to the music that was playing.

“Uhm excuse me?” looking back at the counter another worker was looking at her, it was a small asian woman who adjusted her glasses.

“Yes?” asked Y/N politely and smiled at her.

“Are you from the Circus that you are getting the Posters for?” the other woman was whispering as if she didn’t want to get the attention of her co-workers.

“We are.” Kylo answered instead who was just entering the shop and pressed a kiss on Y/Ns head before laying his arm around her hip.

“Uhm well… is this really ...real?” she whispered again and Kylo leaned over to her to take a small wiff of her scent, which made her look shocked at him for a second.

“Ah … I understand.” nodding to his girlfriend she grinned as well while someone placed the posters and flyers on the counter. Y/N grabbed one Flyer and placed her Signature on it. “Why don’t you come over. The shows will start this weekend. We invite you, uhm?”

“R...Rose.” nervously pushing up her glasses again, the young woman took the flyer.

“We will be looking forward to seeing you at the show, Rose!” smiling at her, Kylo already took the posters while Y/N took two bags from the counter.

Making their way back to the car, Y/N caught a glimpse of another paper bag Kylo was carrying.

“Hey whats that?” she tried to peak but Kylo pulled his arm away.

“I’ve got surprises too. Only for you though.”

“What? What is it?” waiting for Kylo to open the trunk, she tried to sneak around him to get another glimpse.

With a soft chuckle Kylo just lifted his arm and Y/N let out a disappointed huff while watching the bag he was holding.

“I show you mine if you show me yours.” he winked and for a moment she considered it, he could tell it by how she was squinting her eyes a little.

“F...fine! Let’s get some tea and cake and we can give each other our gifts.”

“Perfect!” he exclaimed and pressed a quick kiss against her cheek. With a light grumpy mumbling Y/N searched through the bags before pulling out something in a thin white box.

Locking his car again, Kylo gently took her hand before they looked for a nice cafe were they could rest for a moment.

Sitting on a table for two outside, Y/N was already taking a few pictures of Kylo with his milk moustache.

“Hey, stop that!” holding his hand in front of the lens of her camera, Y/N started to laugh.

“Why? You’re looking so damn cute!” still giggling, she redirected it to the towns square to take a few more pictures and just watch the people walking by.

“So? Wanna do it at the same time?” Kylo asked , already munching on his cheesecake.

“Al..alright, but it's nothing big...” mumbling quietly she placed her present on the table while Kylo handed her the bag he had tried to hide from her earlier.

While she started to look into it Kylo unpacked the box and soon found a framed poster from his Banner.

It seemed like she had worked extra hard to get everyone their banners in a form so that they could hang it in their homes and by the number she had picked up, she hadn’t only done the banner from the show artist but for every single one in the camp.

“This is wonderful sweetheart. I hope you made one for yourself as well so we can hang it in our tent.” with a grin he looked up at her but saw only her shocked face.

“Hey what's wrong, Moonshine?”

“I can’t accept this, you wolf idiot!” she scoffed and he immediately grinned at her.

“Well I’m not taking it back, so you have to live with it.”

“Kylo this is too much… ” looking down at the electronic device in front of her, she could determine that it was a tablet that she could use to draw digitally.

“Well, you talked about that your paints wouldn’t dry fast enough, but I know how much you love to draw. Try it out. The guy in the shop prepared everything.” taking her hand he gently let his thumb brush over her soft skin.

While he enjoyed his coffee, Kylo watched his love trying out her new obsession, letting the pen run over the screen to sketch the towns square. Already seeing that happy smirk on her lips made his heart flutter.

“See, you love it.” he whispered in her ear which made her chuckle.

“Shut up! But really, thank you Darling.” kissing him shyly Y/N could only smile at him.

“Snacks, huh?” Y/N grunted under the weight of the heavy grocery bag, while Kylo pulled the Posters and Flyers out of the trunk.

“You know how much I can eat. Just drop it, I carry it inside, my little Fairy. Take care of your surprises if you want to give them away at the big fire, later.” ruffling through her hair, he pulled her back into a long kiss until Poe cleared his throat behind them.

“Why do I always catch you guys snogging when I come over?” he teased and grabbed the new Posters and Flyers that he and Phasma would take care of tomorrow.

“Not my fault you’re a creep.” Kylo laughed with a bark.

“By the way, we found someone at the copy shop. She will come to the show. She might join us. She seemed at least eager.” he explained to his friend and already grabbed the boxes with framed pictures, while Y/N vanished in their tent to change.

“She seems excited.” Poe grinned.

“Yeah, she has a little surprise for everyone and we had a very nice calm date. Much needed after the last few days.” Just when the werewolf put the boxes down, Trico jumped up on them.

“Hey little guy, Y/N will be here soon.” Kylo promised while brushing through the creatures feathers. Grabbing the bags with the framed pictures, Poe and Kylo made their way to the middle of the circus where a big stack of wood was already standing.

Letting out a small roar it jumped on his shoulders before jumping right in Y/Ns arms who was standing behind Kylo.

She had changed into a comfortable shorts and one of Kylos sweatshirts that was way too big for her, making her look even cuter to him.

“Want some treats?” she asked Trico who was pushing his head against her cheek before he let out another roar. Pulling out some shining white blue crystals she held them while Trico was devouring them. “Still can’t believe that his food is crushed stardust.” she sighed with fascination and watched the creature. After he had finished everything and licked her hand clean he purred and Y/N held the pouch of the sweatshirt open for him and he quickly climbed into the darkness.

“I will go make my round.” she was already trying to grab one of the boxes and look at the name, but Kylo stopped her.

“That would be too chaotic Darling, let them come together by the fire.”

“But how am I supposed...” she flinched when Kylo suddenly let out a loud howl, getting the attention from everybody.

“The stage is yours.” he bowed slightly and she hit him gently against his forearm with a nervous giggle.

“Uhm … hey guys! I just wanted to let you know that I had a little surprise prepared for you. And it would be awesome if you quickly let me hand them out to you!” she called to the big group and to her surprise they calmingly came one to another to her so she could give everyone their Artwork without it getting too crowded.

Kylo had sat down in a chair near the fire while taking a sip from his cold beer, carefully watching the situation, just to make sure it didn’t get too overwhelming for his precious love.

After a while, Y/N giggly as ever, let herself fall onto his lap, before nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck.

“Happy?” he smiled and pressed a gentle kiss against her hair, before offering her the bottle, which she took a gulp of.

“Very!” wrapping her arms around his neck, she let out a relaxed sighed while watching the flames, and feeling the warmth.

“I love you...” she suddenly whispered and laid her hand against his cheek to turn Kylos head towards her.

“I love you too, my little fairy.” he purred back before pulling her into a soft kiss.

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#Kylo Ren #Kylo Ren AU #Kylo Ren Imagine #Kylo #Kylo AU #Kylo Imagine #Kylo Ren x Reader #Kylo Ren x You #Kylo x Reader #Kylo x You #The Circus #werewolf au #werewolf!kylo #Werewolf Kylo #werewolf! kylo

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cosmo-gonika · 5 years

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First thoughts on the Trailer!

Ok here are my first impressions now that I’ve stopped shaking. This is what I make from JJ’s comments on the panel, the trailer, and leaks!

1) The Shot with Leia is at the beginning. JJ said it starts in a Jungle forest, so that shot if from there. They are marching toward something. JJ said it’s an “adventure” so it’s most possible that we are in an Indiana Jones type of movie where our heroes go to find an infamous “mysterious MacGuffin”

2) The shot of Kylo in his TIE-fighter at the beginning is different than what we see in the BTS shot. His gloves in the first shot are CLEAN, whereas in the other he’s all dragged in sand! SO I guess in that shot we have 2 options: 1) He’s coming to get Rey 2) He’s TRAINING HER. She looks extremely calm and composed as she faces him in that shot, this is VERY suspicious!

The reason I think he’s training her is that there is another shot of him in the same desert, maskless. Or maybe he just came for her. That will need to be seen.

3) Kylo Ren is fighting someone that is either a KOR, but my best guess is that he’s fighting the guy he’s going to kill in the TFA Force Vision! THAT HELMET is very familiar!!!

The weapon is also very similar!!!

4) This is the DEATH STAR which sank in the sea of ENDOR. So we are going back there.

5) WHAT THE HELL.

“NO ONE IS TRULY GONE” AND YOU HEAR PALPATINE’S LAUGH?????

So the Macguffin HAS to be something about Palpatine or he’s coming back directly in the movie!!

He was on stage at the Panel, this cannot be a coincidence!!!!

Rey is maybe linked to Palpatine. Maybe she comes from the Dark Side.

But more than anything, she was born on Jakku where Palpatine had a laboratory set up in Aftermath books! I still have to think about this I’ll be back with more!

6) IS This some sort of Jedi Lore??? I believe all this has to do with some sort of Force mystic.

7) Rise of the Skywalker

I think that has to do with Palpatine’s laugh. If they are tying the whole trilogy together, it’s possible Palpatine, who created Anakin, has something to do with all this.

IT ALSO SMELLS BENDEMPTION LIKE HEEELLLLLLLLL

I’LL BE BACK LATER WITH MORE!!!!

#EPISODE 9 #trailer breakdown #episode 9 spoilers

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general-fox-hux · 4 years

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Fic [5/?]

Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, post-TLJ (TFA and TLJ-compliant, TRoS will be ignored), except it’s Modern AU with magic and magical creatures

Category: Gen

Warnings: canon-typical violence; Rey’s attachment issues

Relationships: Armitage Hux and Rey (NOT Reyux)

Characters: Rey; Armitage Hux; Leia Organa; Rose Tico; Finn; Poe Dameron; Kylo Ren

Additional ‘tags’: fox!Armitage Hux; fox spirit!Armitage Hux; witch!Kylo Ren; witch!Rey

Please note:

some TRoS elements, like new characters, may appear in the future;

warnings may change and there will be chapter-specific warnings

I’m still torn about which ships are going to appear (as a side part of the story AND as a main ship) if they will, so if you’re concerned about a sudden ship happening that you don’t like, feel free to send me an ask

Summary:

Witch Kylo Ren turns fox spirit Hux into a regular fox and sends him to spy on Rey.

Rey tries very hard not to get attached to the ‘stray’ that found her.

Hux must fight his fox instincts, his hatred towards the Resistance, and his own empathy. Oh no!

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They get into the apartment and then the girl starts talking again, ‘You really... You’re weird. And I feel like you understand what I’m saying.’

His blood freezes.

Fuck.

Hux proceeds to pretend he didn’t hear any of this. Because he’s not supposed to make sense of what she says, ever. Ignoring her, he wanders into the kitchen and starts sniffing at the cabinets. They smell of cleaning products. That’s good.

‘Well, Rose says I anthropomorphise animals too much. Maybe she’s right.’ She laughs.

That Rose person sounds like a reasonable character, Hux thinks.

He really, really needs to act more like a real fox, but not a wild one. At least, he’s figured out a way to make the girl stop doing unacceptable things. A leash! Ren would love this.

Hux tries to consult his fox instincts. They tell him to pounce on the girl’s slipper, playfully bite her shin and run away. He hesitates for a while, but then does exactly that.

Which makes Rey yelp and laugh. He runs back to her and makes a circle around her legs.

And then, it hits him how tired he is. Well, he hasn’t slept for days. Even his usual form wouldn’t react well to such deprivation, but this little fox body is positively exhausted. He probably realised it so suddenly, because he let himself connect with the fox.

Rey heads to the sitting room area. Remembering his mission, he trails after the girl and finds her seated on the sofa, legs tucked under the pink blanket, and laptop propped on her knees. Well then.

He jumps onto the sofa and moves closer to Rey, so that he can peer at her laptop’s screen. His eyes are not exactly adapted to reading small letters on bright screens created for humans, so he uses some of his shapeshifting skills to adjust them. The girl’s writing something that looks like a boring essay on a high school level.

Wait. How old is she? Twenty, twenty-something, that’s the information he has. Had Ren lied to him? Is he the kind of creep who’d order him to spy on a teenager? Possibly and yes. But more reasonable explanation is that Rey, being an orphan from Jakku, hasn’t received proper education, and now she’s trying to catch up. Admirable, he admits begrudgingly.

It takes reading one paragraph about Project Deathstar (which she’s got all wrong, by the way) to lull him into sleep, his head on Rey’s lap, and the rest of his body pressed snugly to the side of her thigh and hip.

Hux wakes up lying on his side, disoriented, and raises his head, ears pulled back and flattened to his head. Something heavy is holding him down and the world has gathered strange, peachy colours. He squirms experimentally which earns him a soft snore and a mumbled “fin”. Hux recognises Rey’s voice and guesses she’s decided to take a nap (that’s just outrageous), has moved him, so that they could both lie on the sofa, and covered them with her pink blanket, hence the strange colouring. And now she’s apparently dreaming about fins. And she’s hugging Hux to her front as if he’s some kind of a doll. Again.

Fine. If he’s trapped he might just as well try and get more sleep. The most reasonable thing to do is to sleep when she sleeps, stay awake when she doesn’t sleep, and look around the flat when she’s out.

He wriggles onto his back and Rey pushes her face into the fur on his head. He knows that because he can feel her breath there. Disgusting. Fucking Ren.

Hux thinks about not going back to him. Just forgetting about his dreams of power – it’s not like he’ll ever be able to kill Kylo Ren – and running away, hiding from him. But it’s unacceptable and not only because Ren would find him at the end of the world. Hux never gives up. He survived his father’s hate and outlived him. He survived Snoke. He survived after the Starkiller failure. He’ll survive Rey, because of all that, and because he survived a few weeks of Kylo Ren’s reign.

Actually, to be quite honest, it’s been getting progressively better. Ren’s gotten bored of throwing Hux around like a useless toy. He never choked him again with his magic, only puts a little pressure around his neck (like a collar) as a warning when Hux is annoying him. Which... really isn’t happening all that often; Hux has been learning how far he can go with arguing and sarcastic remarks before Ren would lose his temper. The new Leader never humiliates Hux in front of the army.

...Maybe he’s just really tired of being a fox and begins to filter out all negative aspects of living in close proximity to Kylo Ren.

A scream reaches his sensitive ears, and his train of thought comes to an abrupt halt. For the last five days he managed to get used to hearing everything from afar, but this sound, though very distant, is new. He knows what that scream conveys but before he can really process it, he’s already responding to the call, ears immediately flattening in embarrassment at his own lack of control.

Next to him, the girl jerks awake, startled. Few seconds pass until she throws the blanket aside and looks down at Hux.

‘What is it, ginger ball? I know it wasn’t the fox “no”, it sounded differently.’

The girl’s way too observant. In spite of it, she’s not going to find out that Hux and some far-away-from-here fox have just expressed their interest in mating. Of course Ren had to come up with his idea in the middle of winter. (Ren, being Ren, reasoned that that’s when foxes’ fur is the most beautiful and apparently it matters.) Hux really needs to get this fox body under control. And at the same time hide his real, less feral nature of two creatures’ bastard. Three sides to one body and he must control all of them. He’s so tired.

Gingerly, he sniffs at Rey’s hand (it smells like soap) and attempts to push his snout under her palm.

‘Oh, are you trying to draw my attention away from the fact that you screamed like a woman being murdered?’ Rey coos at him.

Way too observant.

#Hux thinks Rey talks too much the hypocrite #Hux already likes Rose hmmmm :D #foxes' mating calls are also Something #POV Hux #fox!Hux fic

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julez-the-great · 4 years

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How Long?--Ben Solo x Reader: Part 2

You didn’t dream that night, but it was the most restful sleep you have gotten. You looked to your right and saw Ben still asleep. His hair was messy and his mouth was slightly open. Small snores were coming from this large man and he was drooling just the tiniest bit. You stood from your spot on the floor and gathered your blanket and pillow. You folded the blanket and placed it onto your chest and topped it with your pillow. Then you got dressed into your clothes for the day.

“Hnng,” Ben groaned, “my head hurts.” He scrunched his eyes closed and rubbed out his hands over his eyes. He sat up with his legs off of the bed. “This is worse than a hangover.”

“It’s really that bad?” Ben jumped out of the bed, not knowing that anyone was around. His face scrunched in pain and he fell to his knees while holding his head. His head was pounding so hard, he was surprised that you couldn’t hear it from three feet away. You lunged over and helped him back into his feet. “Hey, take it easy.”

And it was in that moment that Ben locked eyes with you. His eyes still held that same innocence as when he left. Your heart melted and a soft, welcoming smile appeared on your face. Ben furrowed his eyebrows and took on a confused look.

“Where am I and who are you?” He asked you. Your smile fell and you sighed. Well, you can’t have your cake and eat it too, I guess.

“You’re at the Resistance base, or I guess now it’s the former Resistance base. And I’m (y/n). We were really close before you, uh, left,” you said awkwardly. You weren’t sure that you wanted to tell him the reason for his leaving or even the reason why he was standing before you. “I’ll go find you some clean clothes and I’ll show you around.” You left the room.

Down the hall was Rey and you power walked towards her. She noticed you approaching and waved with a smile.

“Hey, is Ben awake yet?”

“Yes, but we have a problem. He doesn’t remember anything.” Rey pursed her lips and thought back to the ancient texts that she had read. Was this topic even covered in any of those texts? It had to be, somewhere.

“Rey, are you good?” you asked her. She snapped out of her thoughts and came back with a definite answer.

“It shouldn’t be an issue since it’s common when coming back from the brink of death. His memories should return in due time. We can try to do things to bring his memory back,” Rey explained. You raised your eyebrows and thought it over.

“If Ben is down, it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

—

Ben was confused at first, but he understood what happened to him and was eager to get his memories back. The first thing that was proposed to bring his memory back was an introduction to the force. Rey’s thought process was that since the force is within everyone, she could manually unlock the memories that resided within Ben.

“So just relax and focus on the feeling of everything around you. Before you lost your memory, you could use the force—pretty well, in fact—and this could be a key to unlocking your memories,” Rey explained. You, Chewie and Finn sat 50 yards away, watching everything go down. It was a nice day to be outside, so the planning for this event couldn’t have been any more perfect.

“Do you think this is going to do anything? I mean, look at them; they’ve been sitting there for ten minutes and nothing has happened,” Finn whispered. Chewie said something along the lines of be patient and relax, but Wookie was always hard for you. Finn grumbled and leaned his back against the tree.

After another couple of minutes, Ben rose into the air. Everyone noticed his achievement and calmly celebrated. Rey soon followed him up into the air and tried to connect with him through the force. This action caused a loud boom and for both of them to fall to the ground with a thud.

“Ow,” Ben said. They stood up and walked over to where you were sitting.

“It appears that Ben’s mind cannot be opened by the force. we will have to try other ways.”

—

It was Chewbacca’s attempt at bringing back Ben’s memories. His strategy was to create a mass panic. His logic was that a traumatic event can bring back previous memories that had been long forgotten. Adrenaline would flow through his veins, and then he would remember everything.

You, Rey and Finn followed them into the Falcon. Since Han was Ben’s dad, he was taught how to operate aircraft from a young age.

All of you strapped in and Chewie launched into the atmosphere. He then shut down all of the systems, causing the ship to begin to crash down to the planet. The feeling of free-falling was enough to make you white-knuckle the armrests of your seat. Chewbacca just sat back, waiting to intervene. “Ben, take control already!”

“I-I don’t know how! Do I press this button here?!”

Everyone was panicking, except for the mastermind behind this project, as Ben grabbed the controls. He was hyperventilating and didn’t know what to do. As the Falcon plummeted, nothing was clicking and the controls had to be taken back. Chewbacca evened out the flight path and it was smooth sailing down to the ground.You were shaking, Finn looked sick, and Rey’s eyes were wide with terror.

Upon landing, Finn ran off and threw up onto the nearest bush. You and Rey walked off, still shaking from adrenaline and Ben had to be pried away from the co-pilot seat by Chewbacca since he was frozen with fear. This fight or flight strategy didn’t trigger any of Ben’s memories, so it was onto Finn’s attempt.

—

“Is this necessary? I mean, wasn’t I the bad guy at this point of time?” Ben asked as Finn handed him a black helmet that resembled that of Kylo Ren’s. Finn placed a storm trooper helmet on his head.

“Think of it this way: you spent a lot of time as the villain and maybe, just maybe, that will trigger something,” Finn explained. You and Rey snickered as Ben held a stick representing a light saber. He felt ridiculous, of course, but Finn seemed really into it for some weird reason. “Alright, now instruct me to kill those people,” Finn said, pointing to the barrels that he lined up on the outskirts of the training area.

“Now you, storm trooper, kill those people in that village,” Ben instructed. His voice was shaky and echoed within the helmet. He was uncomfortable at giving these instructions and there was a comedic effect coming from you and Rey. Finn followed his orders and shot a blaster at a few trees in the distance.

“Anything yet?” Finn asked. Ben shook his head and Finn hung his head in defeat. Ben took of the helmet and dropped the stick as Finn walked over to him.

“What in heavens is going on over here?!” Poe yelled. Everyone scattered despite Poe’s confusion.

—

“I’m trying to remember, really. It’s just so hard since I’m trying to pull things from an empty void,” Ben sulked. You sat beside him and rubbed his back.

“I’m sure you’ll remember soon, Ben. It’s just going to take time. I don’t know first hand how tough this is on you, but it’s alright to not force it. No one is rushing you, so take your time.”

“I doubt it will happen soon. It’s already been two weeks and I just want to know everything that made me who I am. I wanna know why I turned to the dark side and I wanna know what my childhood was like. I want to know!”

An idea popped into your head.

“Hey, no need to yell. How about we just don’t worry about remembering and just create more memories. If you want to ask me questions while we’re at it, ask away. I declare that we go somewhere,” you said. Ben looked at you and raised his eyebrow. Then he smiled.

“Where?” He asked you. You smirked and stood up.

“My favorite place.”

#ben solo #ben solo x reader #ben #solo #star wars #star wars rise of skywalker #star wars imagine #star #wars #reader insert #x reader #part 2 #part two #memories #unlocking memories #hope you enjoy #hope you like it #enjoy

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intergalactic-nebula · 4 years

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Till Kingdom Come

Chapter Eleven

(Trigger warning for a self injured concussion)

When night came, she found herself huddled into a corner while her body trembled violently. She was back at Plutt's, she was back under the floorboards at her parent's apartment. She hadn't been able to sleep at all, for visions of Vader kept jerking awake and making her wish she had never run.

Curse bravery, it's foolish. It's foolish and gets you killed, and Rey didn't want to die. It was strange, to be awaiting possible death, and suddenly, after so many years of yearning for it, to be beyond terrifying and screaming pleas of "stay away!" and "please, not yet!". It felt like...betrayal. A coward's betrayal.

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, she thought to herself as she hugged herself tighter, tears threatening to spill from her eyes as she clenched her jaw so hard to the point where it felt like it was going to split. She felt like she needed to vomit again, already having done so a good five times in a nearby bucket, and she wanted to scream. Scream for her mother, her father. Scream for someone that cared, someone that wasn't trying to take her, but, most screams go unheard, and so she stayed silent.

Her chest felt extremely constricted, as if something was squeezing her around the ribs, and her breath came out loud and shaky in continuous pants. Why did she think running away was a good idea? Why did she have to brave, to be confident? She had damned herself, she assumed, and now she had to face the music she had created a symphony from.

Where could she go? It was dark now, the pale beasts in the city were out and about, lurking around each corner on the streets. They wouldn't find a single feeding scar on her, and they'd grow suspicious. A scavenger? In their city? There are no scavengers in Europe. Perhaps some in Russia, but even that was slim. No, the pale beasts took Europe, and decimated the states, Canada, and South America. Half of the map just...obliterated. They'd most likely take her to the authorities, and she'd be put on a farm immediately. She'd die. She'd die in a farm.

"G-God--God, f-fuck! F-fuck, fuck!" She choked out as the tears started flowing, the brunette burying her face in her hands as she let out a choked scream of pure terror. Someone would've heard, she knew, but she didn't care. She was allowed to scream now, she was allowed to show her fear. She had every right in her book. "G-GOD, FUCK! F-FUCK, FUCK, B-BEEBEE!" She shouted loudly while sobbing uncontrollably as she threw her head back and it hit the wall with a sickening thud, Rey gasping loudly and her vision going swimmy from it. The fluorescent lights danced in her visions, the shadows melting together and performing a melancholy waltz just for her eyes.

𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥...𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥..., She thought to herself and, without giving it another thought, she banged her head back against the wall again. Oh, God, it 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, and BeeBee was barking and pawing at her legs frantically, but she felt 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 to blacking out. Maybe...if she hit as hard as she could, she could crack open--

"The sound came from in here!" Rey distantly heard someone shout from the front of the storage unit, and, before she could see who it was who going to take her to the authorities, she hit her skull so hard against the wall that her eyes rolled back and everything went black.

"...is going to be okay though?!" Rey's eyes slightly blinked open as she heard a familiar voice speak in a loud, frantic tone. "WILL SHE BE OKAY?!" ...Was that...Kylo?

"S-sir, I would assume so, yes--"

"I should tell Vader you let her die if she does, I'll make sure your last days are pure suffering until we expose you the sun." Kylo snarled and Rey wanted to roll her eyes. 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤, she thought to herself in her head and she heard an object drop on the ground before she suddenly felt gloved hands on her face.

"Rey--Rey, you're okay? You're okay, you're okay?" He asked frequently and she squinted in the light, his image blurry and she was unable to make it out.

"Think 'm blind..." She muttered and she felt Kylo stiffen.

"You...let her vision fail?" His voice got extremely low and Rey groaned loudly to cut him off. "Shuddup, shuddup...God...not his fault..." Rey slurred and Kylo hissed loudly under his breath. "You did this to yourself, Rey? Why? Why would you--"

"No farm...no farm..." Rey breathed out before closing her eyes again and Kylo let out a choked noise from the back of his throat.

"You thought--𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮?!" He bit out angrily and she opened one eye in his direction. Yep, still blurry. She most definitely had a concussion, maybe a fractured skull. "...Yeah?" She responded slowly and she heard Kylo let out a frustrated growl before barking at the doctor (had to be a doctor, right? Nurse? Medical guy of sorts?) to leave the room. She felt his weight on the bed after the door was closed (was she in a hospital? Is that why it smells so clean? She'd never been to a hospital before), and she felt his hand touching her face again.

"Why did you run, Rey...? He tore apart half the living room this morning, he got burned by the light from the window--"

"Ha-ha!" She let out a bark of laughter. "Good!" She laughed again before groaning loudly and squeezing her eyes shut, her nose scrunching up in pain. "Head..." She groaned again and she felt Kylo gently touch the top of her head.

"...I can heal you," Kylo spoke after a moment and Rey opened her eyes to squint at him. "I could, it'd be extremely simple. He wouldn't get mad, he couldn't, I'd be saving you. He's not here, so I'll take the task." She felt him move and she could hear him sliding off his suit jacket (did the man always wear suits? Was that his thing? What a strange thing to have as your thing, she thought) and she could hear him rolling up a sleeve. Suddenly she heard him stop and she furrowed her--ah, no, that hurt. She wasn't doing that again. Her whole head was pounding.

"Do you...want to be healed Rey?"

"Mmn...yeah...?"

"Even if...it's not a human way of being healed?"

"...Mmn...noooo...?" She dragged out the O's and by the last O her voice was extremely high pitched.

"It won't be strange--"

"Mmn...s'gonna be strange," She retaliated and she heard him growl lowly in annoyance. His emotions really did change at the drop of a hat, huh? "S'gonna be...fangs...and...mhm..." Why was forming sentences so hard? Was it because her head hurt so badly? That must be it. She couldn't exactly think through the throbbing pain in the back of her skull.

"Rey, just--just trust me, okay? Don't spit out." Spit...it out? Oh. Oh, 𝘯𝘰.

"M-mmn, Ben? Wait? No?" She blurted out but she heard the sound of his fangs piercing his flesh. "N-no?" She blurted out more frantically but he simply just hushed her.

"You're going to be fine, Rey, I promise you. You'll feel better than you ever have in your life."

"N-no?! No?!" Rey's voice escalated higher and Kylo gently hushed her again. It was then that she felt his lips on hers. No. No, no, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦--

But it was too late.

She felt the liquid enter her mouth.

Words couldn't begin to 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦 the taste. She couldn't if she tried. She'd eaten so little things in life, mostly everything until the mansion bland or horrid, but this? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴? Rey instantly tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him even closer, Kylo not putting up a protest. She found herself frantically trying to find a way into his mouth, to find more of that liquid, before she tore back with wide eyes. His pupils were blown, his irises glowing like a lantern in the night, and she could see his fully extended fangs poking out.

"𝘙𝘦𝘺," He breathed out and her cheeks instantly flushed red. 𝘖𝘩, 𝘯𝘰. 𝘖𝘩, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, she pleaded in her head and his lips slowly curled up into a smile. "Rey." He repeated in a more soft tone and Rey whined loudly in retaliation. Everything felt hot. The pain in her skull was gone now, but it was replaced with a burning fire in every muscle in her body.

"W-what did you do to me--"

"Shh," He leaned in again and kissed her gently, Rey freezing up and staring up at the ceiling. She didn't understand. She shouldn't like this. It had to be his blood, right? This wasn't her. This couldn't he her, she concluded. 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚 𝑼𝑺, the voice screeched loudly in her head and she was mentally thrown back by it. It was a 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 voice, and for the first time, it truly, deeply frightened her.

"Please stop," She breathed into his mouth and he only slid a hand up her throat. "P-please, Ben? S-stop?" She choked out and he paused before quickly pulling back with a mortified expression.

"Shit--shit, I'm sorry, I haven't fed since--Rey...?" His voice turned to concern as she bursted into sobs, the young woman grabbing her hair and shoving her face into it to hide in it. She had hid in her hair numerous times in life. She hid in her hair when Plutt would yell at her, she hid in her hair when she couldn't fall asleep and kept seeing things in the shadows. "Oh...oh, Rey..." He spoke in an empathetic tone but Rey quickly shook her head as she pushed him backwards.

"I-I wanted to die by my hands, not Vader's! I-I was trying to crack my--"

"Christ...what did Plutt do to you...?" He looked horrified and Rey whimpered loudly as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. "Rey, the amount of trauma you have--"

"A-and yet you're going to take me back there...you're going to take me back there and make him take me, m-make him make me his personal livestock...!" She wailed the last sentence as she burst into sobs again and Kylo winced harshly at her point of view. He hadn't thought about it that way. He only thought about the way Vader wanted him to. Vader ran everything, he knew best, so...why did it hurt to hear her say this? Why did it sting?

"...No, I'm going to take you somewhere else."

"...R-really?" She sniffed loudly and he nodded as he sighed before looking away.

"I'll take you to Satine."

#YOOOOO I DO APOLOGIZE #I PUT A TRIGGER WARNING FOR A REASON #rey #reylo #kylo ren #reylo fanfic #reylo fanfiction #vampire au #apocalyptic au

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chipper9906 · 4 years

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The Best Laid Plans- Chapter 3

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Pairings: Kylo Ren/Rey, Ben Solo/Rey

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 6,192

Status: Multi Chapter Fic- In Progress

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“Maybe if you showed you had a heart, if you had helped me save the fleeing Resistance, showed me some semblance of compassion, of kindness, then maybe… Maybe I would have thought you were trying to change the Galaxy for the better. Maybe I would have taken your hand.”

“Then I guess it’s a shame that man’s not here anymore.” Kylo noted bitterly, turning his gaze back towards the ocean, its surface steadily turning darker with the approaching night.

“If he’s not here anymore, then tell me this-“ Rey got his attention focused back on her, turning his head a small amount to face her. “-Why is he sitting right in front of me?”

Kylo couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, unable to comprehend why someone such as her would be so insistent on trying to save him, whatever that meant. She had no doubt heard of the horrific deeds he had done, having seen some of them with her own eyes. Even worse was the fact that some of them- he had even done to her. In his mind, it simply didn’t make sense.

At the first sign of him falling to the Dark, his parents had shipped him off to Luke Skywalker, hoping the legendary Jedi would be able to push down that side, teach him to harness those powers for the ‘better’. Truthfully, he thought he was too ignorant as a child, had thought that it was possible for his uncle to set him back on ‘the right track.’ All that was shattered the night he awoke to his Uncle stood above him, with lightsaber in hand, and the intent to murder gleaming in his eyes.

She should have given up by now. It was what he was used to.

And yet, here she was.

He didn’t deserve it. Didn’t deserve her.

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Chapter 3: The Beginning Of A Plan

When she had arrived on this planet, to this island, she had been ready for more. To prove herself to be more.

Her entire life had been spent as a nobody, in a random scrapper’s town situated on a planet that was known as ‘nowhere’. No one knew who she was. Not even she knew who she was. It didn’t matter of what she was capable of, of the skills she had acquired in her many years of fighting for her own survival, no one cared. All anyone on that dusty, sweltering planet cared about was how much scrap parts she could scrounge from fallen ships that had already been picked clean.

Thrust into a world that, not long ago, she hadn’t even thought could be real had been her chance to become more. More than just Rey of Jakku, more than ‘The Scavenger Girl’. This had been what she was waiting for, and to personally be entrusted with the mission of tracking down Luke Skywalker? It was more than she could have ever hoped for.

What she hadn’t realized was just how difficult this path was going to be. Too overwhelmed by possibilities, perhaps. She looked past how much this ability, this connection with the Force would be as much as a burden as it was a gift.

Master Luke knew of this, of course. Which is why, perhaps, he had finally caved in, had decided that the best course of action would be to educate her as much as possible, to see what she was capable of. Except, in doing so, Master Luke had passed on his own fear onto her; The fear of another of his students turning to the Dark.

It was one such thing that she and Ben had in common. The ‘expectations’. While yes, he came from a noble bloodline, the joining of Solo and Skywalker, whereas she came from… Well, she didn’t even know, the thing that connected them was the expectation of who they’re both supposed to be. While Rey didn’t exactly have anyone to ‘live up to’ like Ben did, it felt as if those that cared about her were breathing down her neck, like they were waiting for any sign she may tip towards the Dark, that The Last Jedi will follow down the path of the Dark, just as Ben had.

It hadn’t occurred to her, that it may have been a possibility. Not until she had first truly allowed herself to reach out to the Force. She hadn’t even been aware she was following it until Master Luke had snapped her out of it. It had almost been like greeting an old friend.

‘You went straight to the Dark…’

Master Luke had truly been afraid of her in that moment. Perhaps, at another time, he wouldn’t be. If, instead of comparing her to his nephew, he had seen her as she was; Someone who was inexperienced with the Force, trying to figure things out one step at a time. Instead, in his paranoid state, Master Luke had gone back to shutting her out, keeping her at arms distance and seemingly waiting for the moment she would reveal her true nature.

His fear was now one that resided in her.

Except…things were different now. Or at least, that’s what she wanted to prove to herself.

Stood atop this mountain cliffside, the island never seemed so peaceful. The small enclosed room that sat just beyond the opening was still and silent, the fading sunlight from the day's sunset reflecting off the calm waters surface of the yin-yang that sat in the middle of the room, the rippling water painted across the caverns ceiling.

The island wind was unusually gentle, caressing her sun-kissed skin instead of whipping harshly across her face as it typically did. The air carried the salty scent of the ocean below, its murky gray waves nothing more than mere background noise as they crashed into the cliffside. Beyond the shadow of the island, the ocean had turned into a beautiful canvas of yellows, oranges, and reds, its sight instilling a sense of peace inside her that she needed right about now.

Rey’s gaze lingered over to the chunk of rock that sat upon the cliffs outcropping, feeling a familiar tug pull her towards it. This had been where she had first reached out to the Force, had truly felt the power of it flowing through her, through every single being in the Galaxy. The Force was everything, and somehow nothing, at the same time.

Rey reaches out a hand, letting her palm glide over the rock's rough and worn surface. Its warmth seeped into her skin, having spent the day baking in Ahch-To’s sun. The warmth comforted her, but not as much as what she sensed lingering upon its surface.

It had been here. This is where Master Luke had taken his last stand, had taken up the mantle of The Jedi once more, of the Skywalker Legend. It was here that he not only faced down The First Order, but the person he believed he had failed most. The monster he deemed himself responsible for creating.

Rey pulled herself up on top of the rock, scooting closer to the edge of the outcropping before settling with her legs crossed, staring out to the seemingly never-ending horizon that stretched out before her. Closing her eyes, she could almost pretend that he was still here with her. Stood next to her as he once was, the exhilaration and giddiness she had briefly heard in his voice when she had finally begun to grasp even the concept of the Force, something that he hadn’t been able to share with another in a long, long time.

Now, that was gone. There was no-one here for her to confide in, no one to pass on the knowledge of the Force, of the Light, The Dark, The Jedi, and the Sith, knowledge that she so desperately needed. All she had now was herself, and this island. To somehow figure out all of this on her own. It seemed… Impossible.

“Rey…”

Something was calling out to her. Delving so deep into her meditative state, it felt as if she no longer had control of her entire being. She felt buried in her mind, in the Force, like she was sinking down, down, down into the bottomless ocean. Her limbs felt heavy, surrounded and pinned down by something that was both weight-less yet dense. She was enveloped in it, she was it. And there, somewhere within the endless infinity of darkness, something was shining to her, pleading for her attention, impossible to ignore. It was right there, so close yet so far, and why shouldn’t she reach out and take it? Why shouldn’t she pull that feeling of ‘rightness’ towards her and-

“Rey?”

That… That wasn’t in her mind.

That was right in front of her.

Pulling herself out of that state felt like breaching the surface of a frozen ocean, a shocked gasp pushing from her lungs as her eyes snap open, wincing at the last of the days light. Even through her semi-blinded vision, she could see the silhouette of a figure blocking most of the light. Rey rubbed at her eyes, blinking in attempt to clear her vision, wary of the unknown person that stood before her.

“How did you do that?”

Kylo Ren stood in front of her, eyes wide with the most stunned look she thinks she’s ever seen from him, perhaps since the first time the Force had connected them.

“How did I do what?” Rey asked, still taken aback by their sudden connection.

“You forced the connection to open.” Kylo reveals, his eyes darting around his surroundings before settling on her. “I could feel you, calling out to me. I was never able to feel you through the Force like that, not unless I was focusing all my energy into it. This time, it was…It was impossible to ignore. I reached out for it and then, I was here.”

“Wait-“ Rey stops him, holding out her hand as she scrambled to her feet. “-What do you mean here? You’re not- You’re not really here, are you?”

“Maybe not. Truthfully, I do not know.” Kylo said, turning from her to gaze out at the view behind him. “But… There’s no limits to what I can see now. I can see everything. Not just you and what you interact with.”

“You can see the island?” Rey whispered, horrified.

“Island?” Kylo asked, turning back to face her with an eyebrow raised in questioning. “You’re on an island?”

“Stop trying to get information out of me.” Rey reprimanded him, more irritated at herself for giving away more than she should have.

Kylo raised his hands to her in an apparent sign of surrender, turning back around to face Ahch-To’s ocean.

“This is a beautiful place…” Kylo wondered out loud as Rey stepped beside him, joining him in his view gazing. “I can see why you came here.”

“It's very peaceful.” Rey agreed, a small smile etched on her face at the sight of a flock of Porgs flying by. “It’s a nice place to just…exist. Be by myself, for a while.”

“And here I am ruining it.” Kylo stated, his tone the closest thing to joking she thinks she’s ever heard from him. “Though, in my defense, you were the one that brought me here.”

“And in my defense, I didn’t know what I was doing.” Rey countered, crossing her arms both against his words, and to defend herself from the chill of the wind, notably colder now the sinking sun was sucking away the warmth the day brings.

“That’s quite apparent.” Kylo stated bluntly and, before Rey could object to his insult, he continued. “I can’t see any reason why you would want to see me. At least, not by your choice.”

Oh. That was… Not what she had been expecting from him.

“You make my days more interesting, that’s for sure.” Rey kept up the jokes, hoping it would keep away the inevitable bouts of bickering that came with this connection, at least for a few minutes. “Besides, now I know how to cope with being kept on edge all day.”

“Then I suppose you’re welcome for that.”

Kylo took a few steps away from her, heading over to the rock she was sat upon a few seconds ago. His feet come to a halt just before it, his gaze lingering there for a few odd moments. Just like she had before, he stretches out a hand, holding it a few centimeters above its surface.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” Kylo asks her, finally tearing his eyes away from the rock to look up at her whilst he asks for her permission.

Rey can’t help but raise her eyebrows in disbelief at the fact that he was actually asking her for permission before doing so. For as long as she’s known him, which admittedly hasn’t been that long in the grand scheme of things, Kylo had always seemed like the more ‘Takes what he wants, does what he wants’ kind of person. Despite the positiveness of it, seeing him act like a polite, decent human being left an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. Nevertheless, she still nods him to take a seat.

Kylo nods his thanks, lowering himself down onto the rock. It doesn’t escape her notice the way his line of sight would frequently shift from the view ahead of him to her for the briefest of moments, nor the fact that he’s sitting so far to the side that he’s practically falling off, leaving ample room for her to take a seat if she wished to.

‘I probably shouldn’t. It would be a bad idea.’

Is what flashes through her mind as she takes a seat next to him anyway.

“So… what happens to you when we do this?” Rey breaks the (astonishingly) comfortable silence they found themselves in. Kylo turns his head to the side to face her as she speaks, a small frown on his face as she does so.

“What do you mean?”

“Well this is… It’s different than the other times, isn’t it? We were just seeing each other wherever it was we were before, but not it seems like you’re actually here.”

“We don’t know that yet.”

“No, but… It is different, you have to admit that. Where were you before, uh…”

“Before you pulled me by your side to an unknown island?” Kylo finished for her. “If you won’t tell me where you are, I don’t think it’s fair that I should have to reveal my location.”

“What am I even going to do with that information? Fly all the way to you and take on the First Order all by myself?”

“I don’t see why not.” Kylo replied with a nonchalant shrug. “Isn’t that what was asked of the Last Jedi before you? Remind me what happened to him again?”

“Don’t you dare-“

“Oh, right.” Kylo interrupted. “He died right where we’re sitting.”

Rey could feel herself bristling up at his downright disrespectful comments towards their old master, not willing to let him get away with it, not without a few choice words of her own.

“Not before utterly humiliating you, though.” Rey retorted, satisfied at the way she could see his posture tensing up, undoubtedly due to his growing irritation. “You had the chance to wipe out the entire Resistance, including me, but you let yourself get distracted by old grudges.”

“You’re starting to sound like Hux.” Kylo grumbled under his breath. “I got what I wanted in the end, didn’t I? Luke Skywalker is dead.”

“By his choice. Not by your hands.”

Kylo turned his seething glare to her.

“And I don’t believe that’s what you wanted. Not really.” Rey continued, matching his glare instead of backing down like she probably should do.

“And why’s that?”

“Because here you are, moping around and talking about it to me. You got what you thought you wanted, but it didn’t make you happy, did it? Now, you don’t know what you want - and I think that scares you.”

“You say that like you know me.” Kylo says bitterly, the first to break the intense glaring match they had going on. “Who are you to tell me what I do and don’t want?”

“Prove me wrong then.” Rey contended. “What is it that you wanted? You claim you got what you wanted, for Luke Skywalker to be struck down, so now what? You achieved your goal. What else could you possibly want-“

“I wanted you to take my hand!” Kylo snapped, one of the rare times he raises his voice at her. It made Rey flinch slightly away from him, part of her expecting for him to completely lose his temper, possibly even strike out at her.

Kylo’s face softened in the realization that he had frightened her, an uncharacteristic look of shame crossing his features as his anger began to ebb away. He sighed at this, leaning forward and looking down at his hands that hung together between his knees.

“I thought it was something you wanted, too.” Kylo continued, his tone much softer than it was before. “Or would have wanted, if I was to offer it. I had hoped that, even if it wasn’t something you had thought of wanting, you might change your mind once I asked you to join me. Obviously, we saw what that resulted in.”

“Yeah…” Rey said, somewhat awkwardly. “And as much as I hate to say it…I did want to take your hand-”

Kylo’s head snapped to her, a look of disbelief and, if she looked hard enough, a little bit of hope on his face at her words.

“-Bens hand.” Rey finished, just two words enough to crush Kylo’s spirits. “Maybe if you showed you had a heart, if you had helped me save the fleeing Resistance, showed me some semblance of compassion, of kindness, then maybe… Maybe I would have thought you were trying to change the Galaxy for the better. Maybe I would have taken your hand.”

“Then I guess it’s a shame that man’s not here anymore.” Kylo noted bitterly, turning his gaze back towards the ocean, its surface steadily turning darker with the approaching night.

“If he’s not here anymore, then tell me this-“ Rey got his attention focused back on her, turning his head a small amount to face her. “-Why is he sitting right in front of me?”

She should have given up by now. It was what he was used to.

And yet, here she was.

He didn’t deserve it. Didn’t deserve her.

“Your weapon-“ Kylo blurted, the sudden change in topic making Rey raise her eyebrow at him. “-The staff.”

Rey turned to where Kylo was gesturing, seeing where she had placed her staff when she climbed up to this place, leaving it leaning by the wall of the entrance leading to the inside of the yin-yang room.

“What about it?” Rey asked, somewhat confused as to where this discussion was going.

“You had it on you when we spoke a few days ago. And you have it now.”

“Your point being…?”

“Why are you back to using your staff? Why aren’t you using your- my grandfathers- saber?”

“Did you get a concussion after the blast knocked you out?” Rey asked, her response making Kylo frown at her. “It split in half, remember? It doesn’t work anymore.”

Kylo’s frown stayed glued on his face.

“You haven’t fixed it yet?”

Now it was Rey’s turn to frown.

“You can fix it?”

Kylo’s first instinct was to respond with ‘Of course it can be fixed’, but had to remind himself that Rey was very, very new to all of this, and still had so much more to learn. Except, who would she learn it from now? While, regretfully, Skywalker had been teaching her, he was one of the only ones left, besides him, that had such knowledge of the Force to pass on. Now that he was gone, who did she have left to learn from?

The answer was obvious: him. Except, there was one problem to this; Rey would never accept his help, even if she needed it. She was very stubborn like that.

It was strangely endearing.

“Luke didn’t teach you about that?” Kylo asked in surprise. “Its one of the most important paths to becoming a Jedi; learning how to construct your own saber, knowing how to keep it functioning.”

“We didn’t really have much time.” Rey pointed out. “But… I can fix Luke’s saber? Really?”

“So long as the crystal isn’t damaged too much, but…Do you really want to use my grandfather's saber as your own?”

“Are you just saying that because you want it?” Rey said with just a hint of a smirk on her face.

“Partly,” Kylo admitted. “But also because it's almost like a rite of passage; Constructing your own saber is one of the most enthralling parts of being a Force User. It can be frustrating and time-consuming, yes, but nothing compares to when you ignite your own saber for the first time. Knowing its truly yours.”

“Did you make one then?” Rey asked him. “Back when you were Master Luke’s student?”

Kylo answered by unclipping his saber from his belt, holding it in his hands for a moment before holding it out for her to take. Rey did so somewhat hesitantly, taken aback by the fact that this was the second time he had willingly handed over his saber to her.

“The saber I use now? It was modified. This is the saber I made under Skywalkers' teachings.”

All of a sudden, the saber in her hands seemed to hold a completely different meaning. It wasn’t just the saber of Kylo Ren.

It was also once the saber of Ben Solo.

The weight of the saber always surprised her, but served as a better explanation for his fighting style. When she had seen Luke’s form in training, he was agile, moving with grace, fast and accurate. Kylo’s style was one of a brute; heavy movements laced with power, used to overwhelm and overpower his foes with one solid strike. With a hefty saber like this, there was no way he could be as light and fluid as Luke was.

The saber was sleek and black, though clearly well used judging by the scuff marks and overall weathered appearance. The bottom of the saber, where she assumed the Kyber crystal was contained, had been painted red, whilst the main chamber was a brilliant silver, perhaps a hint of the saber it once was. A section of the saber attached to the side was most likely once a shining gold, but was now scuffed to the point it had begun to fade. A crimson red wire ran from the bottom interior of the saber, running up the side of its body, held close by silver clips, leading to an exposed interior near the top of the hilt from which it disappeared from sight. From the top of the saber came two ports, once likely the same matte black of the saber had now turned into a ring of colors, its metal oxidized from the intense heat of the blades.

“The body was mostly the same, except for the color of course; that was much lighter.” Kylo tells her, confirming her suspicions as to the color of his original saber.

“What color was the blade?” Rey asked him, keeping her eyes on the saber as she turned it around in her hands.

“The same as the crystal.” Kylo answered her. “It was blue.”

“But your blade’s red.” Rey points out. “Did you get a different crystal?”

“No, same crystal. I used a method most Dark users use; I bled the crystal.”

“You…Made it bleed?”

“I bled my emotions into the crystal.” Kylo answered. “All the hate, anger, my fear and my pain, I forced that into my Kyber crystal. The process is…It’s unpleasant.”

“As in it hurt?”

“Not in the way you might think. You see, a Kyber Crystal is naturally aligned to the light side of the Force. To change it like this is, in a way, against the natural order. It resisted the process. But, eventually, with persistence, the crystal will bend to your will. As did mine. As did my grandfathers.”

“But I have your grandfather saber, don’t I?”

“That you do. That is the saber of Anakin Skywalker. The saber of Darth Vader was one he took from a Jedi Master, which he bled to make his own.”

Kylo leaned closer to her, tapping on the ports of his saber that stuck out of the side.

“These ports here turn the saber into a Crossguard saber. As you’ve seen, the energy from the crystal gets dispersed into three different ports, so that way you get the main blade and the side blades.”

“Your blades are different from ones I’ve seen.” Rey said. “Yours look…Crackly?”

“That was…an unintentional design to my saber.” Kylo admitted. “It was a combination of a few things. I’ll admit that my saber construction skills were… flawed. When I bled my Kyber crystal, the crystal cracked. This made the energy that came from the crystal unstable and volatile-“

“Kind of like its owner…” Rey muttered under her breath, loud enough for Kylo to hear.

“-And” Kylo continued, pretending he hadn’t heard that comment. “-That meant the crystal gave off a lot of heat. Too much for my saber. If I didn’t want my saber to blow up in my hands every time I turned it on, I was going to have to make some modifications.”

“These vents help to get some air into the saber, as well as letting some of the excess heat to escape.” Kylo continued as he pointed to the vents that ran along the side of his saber, running his finger along its side.

“And what about this?” Rey asks, running her finger along the deep red wire that ran alongside the external of the saber. “Why is this here? Aren’t the wires supposed to be on the inside?”

“The wire helps to provide the side blades with extra power. Most of my saber is exposed because it helps keep the temperature down, and it’s easier for me to modify my saber, or repair it, if need be.”

“Have you ever needed to repair it?”

“Yes – After a certain scavenger girl damaged it with a strike from my Grandfather’s saber.”

“Oh…”

“Oh indeed. I had to replace the casing with a new one.”

“What about the rest of the saber? Can’t you repair that? If it’s unstable as you say, wouldn’t that make it dangerous to you?”

“It hasn’t let me down so far.” Kylo replied nonchalantly. “I prefer it this way, if I’m being honest with you. It fits me.”

‘A broken toy for a broken man’, Rey thinks to herself.

“Do you really think I can make my own?” Rey asks rather sheepishly, annoyed by the fact that she was doubting her own abilities, as so many have in the past.

Kylo didn’t answer at first, taking some time to mull over his response. He stretched out his hand to her, gesturing for his lightsaber to be returned to its rightful owner. Rey places it gently back in his hands, missing the times she was able to use her own.

“With your abilities in the Force? I have no doubt.” Kylo finally answered. “So long as you have someone with the knowledge there to guide you.”

It didn’t take long for Rey to realize what he was hinting at.

“You want to help me?” Rey asked, astounded. “Why would you want to put a weapon like that back in my hands?”

“Because if you’re so certain you must head down this path, I’d rather you didn’t throw yourself into reckless situations without one.”

“Wouldn’t that be better for you?”

“No.” Kylo replied simply. “This may come as a surprise to you Rey, but I do care about you. I probably shouldn’t, but… it is what it is.”

“Ben…” “And besides-“ Kylo interrupted what he was sure would be a speech he isn’t prepared to handle, at least not right now. “If we’re to have this ‘fair fight’ at some point, it wouldn’t be very fair if you didn’t have a lightsaber, now would it?”

As annoyed as she was at him for cutting her off, he did raise a good point.

Rey turned away from him, reaching for the sand scratched bag that sat by her waist. Flipping open its top, she reaches her hands in and pulls out a bundle of cloth, closing the bag back up as she places the lump of fabric between them. Kylo looks between the bundle and her in questioning, before Rey gestures a hand at it. With her permission, Kylo opens the corners of the cloth, revealing the two halves of Anakin’s saber. The edges were cracked and sharp, an unclean cut formed from the explosion of their combined powers within the Force.

But that wasn’t what he was focused on.

Because inside of the saber, within its main chamber, Kylo could already see it was a lost cause. Gently prying what little of it left he could out from its holder, Kylo revealed to Rey the shattered remains of the Kyber crystal that had once served its original owner, his son, and then her.

“I’m afraid this will be unusable.” Kylo informs her, a pang of sadness in his chest for the loss of a weapon infused with such history. “Sometimes, a damaged crystal can still be used, but in this condition? There’s nothing to salvage from it.”

Kylo held out the weapon to her, allowing her to take them from his hands, for her to mourn the weapon she once used, despite it being used against him. Even if it wasn’t her saber, it was still the first she wielded. She had a connection with that weapon and, as such, is a painful loss to bear.

“I’ll have to find my own crystal then, won't I?” Rey asked him, mournfully tucking the saber back into it’s resting place within her bag. “Master Luke, he left some books behind. I can’t make sense of most of them, but some were written by him, from his days as a Jedi Master. He talked about how there was a planet he would take his padawans to, for them to select their crystal?”

“I went there myself.” Kylo confirmed with a nod of his head. “It’s a rite of passage, among the Jedi Order. It’s a tradition that’s lasted for thousands of years, in which Padawans must find and harvest their Kyber Crystal, to use in their sabers. They call it ‘The Gathering’.”

“Do you just pick them at random? The crystals?”

“No. It’s…You’re called to your crystal. The Force guides you to it, and when you find it? You know it’s the one. It just feels…Right.”

“That’s where I need to go, then. To Illum.”

“It would have been, yes. If you and your friends hadn’t destroyed it.”

“Destroyed it? When did we-“

“Do you not remember Star-Killer base? The Empire had occupied that planet with decades, using it a mining planet, gathering Kyber Crystals that were essential in the construction of the Death Stars. When the First Order rose to power, we used the trench within the planet to construct our own base. Unfortunately, the Resistance chose to destroy such a valuable planet.”

“You were destroying planets! “We were wiping out those that threatened to defy us. It’s a necessary evil to stabilizing this Galaxy.”

Sometimes, she thinks she’s close to getting to him, to finding the man she knows is buried deep down within the puppet that is Kylo Ren. Then, when she’s so tantalizingly close, Kylo Ren buries him further down, insistent on keeping him from seeing the light of day.

“What happened, happened.” Kylo did his best to wipe away the brewing argument. “The point of the matter is, Illum is no more. Just another star within the Galaxy.”

“That’s it then?” Rey asked, feeling her hope deflate. “I can’t get a Kyber crystal? There will be no more lightsabers?”

“Just because the Jedi were so focused on Illum does not mean it’s the only source of Kyber Crystals.” Kylo states, only partly able to hold back the resentment in his tone at the name of the Jedi. “It's rare, yes, but there are other planets within the system where Kyber Crystals naturally form. One of these, the First Order knows the location of. And, by extension, me.”

“How do I get there?”

“By yourself? You couldn’t.”

“And why not?”

“The planet is occupied by the First Order. Being that Kyber Crystals are such a valuable resource, it is heavily guarded. No one even travels near the planet without the First Order knowing about it. If an unknown ship was to breach its atmosphere, it would be shot down within seconds, and the wreckage would be investigated for the unlikely case of survivors.”

“So, what’s the point of telling me about this planet if I can't go there?” Rey asked, feeling mildly frustrated by all this.

“You can go there.” Kylo asserted. “But you’d have to be escorted in by a member of the First Order. Preferably by someone in a high position of power; and I don’t think it gets any higher than Supreme Leader.”

“Ben, I swear, if you’re trying to make a deal with me where you’ll only help me if I agree to join you-

“That’s not what this is.” Kylo quickly cut her off, not wanting her to get the wrong idea. “There’s no conditions to this offering, I only want to help you in finding your way within the Force. There must be some reason the Force has connected us, and I can’t believe it for us to kill one another. So, I’ll make use of the connection it gives us, these small moments we have to speak, and I’ll offer you my guidance within the Force whenever I can. You have so much potential within you Rey, and as much as I want you by my side in this, I know it’s not something I can force you to do. Forced loyalties are ones that are doomed to end in betrayal, and I don’t want that. Not for us. Whether you choose to be by my side is a choice you must come to on your own.”

“I want to believe you,” Rey whispered to him. “But it would be foolish of me to.”

“You trusted me once, when you came to me on the Supremacy. You helped awaken me to the way Snoke was manipulating me. He gave me the order to execute you, and I couldn’t do it. What makes you think I could do it now?”

“Things change.” Rey uttered, shaking her head sombrely at him. “Besides, I’m not willing to risk my location. I can’t let this place fall into the hands of the First Order.”

“Then how about a compromise?” Kylo offered, scheming a plan in his mind. “I won’t meet you here, wherever this is, but on a different planet. Away from any settlements, to ensure no one spots us. From there, I can transport you to where you need to go and sneak you in.”

“This seems dangerous, Ben.”

“It is. But there’s no reward without risk.”

“Okay… Okay, say I go along with this plan of yours. Where do you propose we meet?”

“I’m assuming you haven’t traveled much?”

“Not really.”

“Then I think there’s a planet that’s perfect for our needs; fairly isolated, out in the middle of nowhere, and you’re quite familiar with it…”

Of course.

“You asshole.”

And then, she hears a wonderful sound, one that she never would have expected she’d be able to experience in her entire life:

Kylo Ren laughed.

Truthfully, it was more of a snort than anything, and it seemed to take him by surprise more than it did her, but oh, how it was such a joy to hear. There were times where she was sure Ben Solo had been replaced by a tyrannical droid that only gained joy from murder, so moments like these when she felt she was seeing the true him leaking through were ones she would hold onto. Pieces of evidence that there was still a chance that, one day, she may get to see the real Ben Solo be reborn.

“You’re seriously asking me to return to Jakku? Really?” She asked, fighting down her own bouts of laughter at how distraught he looked for allowing himself to laugh. “That was kind of the one place I never wanted to return to.”

“If you have a better idea, I’m all ears.” Kylo retorted and, to her delight, she could see a faint blush appearing on his face.

“Fine.” Rey gave in, standing from the rock they were sat upon. “There’s a ship graveyard called Niima outpost. Few miles west of there, you’ll spot a fallen Star Destroyer and, not too far from there, a collapsed AT-AT. Give me a few days to prepare and then… You can come find me there.”

Rey walked over to the entrance of the yin-yang room, collecting her staff from the wall and holding it close. She turned to face Ben, who had turned from his seated position facing the ocean to instead face her, and sighed at his inquisitive gaze.

“I still think this is a stupid decision on my part.” She tells him. “Please, don’t make me regret it.”

“You won’t.” Kylo vows.

“Then, in that case… I suppose I’ll see you in a few days.”

And then, just before his figure fades from view, she hears him speak in a voice so timid and gentle, she isn’t entirely sure he had meant for her to hear it.

“I look forward to it.”

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