#poe's parents fought with leia and han and luke | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

multifandomsw · 2 years

Text

Poe Dameron x reader

Loneliness consuming you

https://multifandomsw.tumblr.com/post/677526629005885440/loneliness-consuming-us-2

You and Poe had been best friends, inseparable and always there for each other. So- why had the both of you so abruptly stopped talking to each other? Why were you back to your old lonely life instead of celebrating the defeat of the First Order with him? Why were the tears flowing down your face?

warnings: angst, maybe language but I don’t think so, shitty writing (was that language?), sadness and loneliness

The distant sounds of the celebration was all that you could hear- you could hear people chattering and laughing- the music so distant yet so near. You quietly hummed to yourself, the song was one of the only ones you knew.

The war was over and everyone was still celebrating, ignoring the great losses they had made just for another night. No one was ready to talk about that just yet, some would probably never be, but the people were happy. No more losses will be made, no more innocent people killed.

The galaxy could finally and hopefully forever become a safe place- a place of freedom and democracy. There won’t die any more people by the hand of the First Order. Forever was a delusional thought, that was the same thing the rebel alliance had thought after defeating the cruel Empire- but the resistance could still hope.

Hope for a safe galaxy for themselves, for their friends, for their future families. For everyone who had had a tough life within the cruel galaxy.

The thought was still so surreal, so far to reach even though it was the truth. The First Order was ultimately defeated and everyone could live a life filled with freedom of joy.

That was something you had always thought would never have. You could still dream, but you never did. To say that you were alone was an understatement, you had never even had someone in your ridiculous life.

Your parents had left you in the middle of nowhere, to be exact Tatooine which was the middle of nowhere, to rot out and die. You had almost given up, but upon hearing the stories of the rebellion, of Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa and Han Solo, you knew you needed to make a change. So you only concentrated on yourself and worked so hard to get a flight off world straight to the resistance base on D‘Qar

You had never been unwelcome, everyone had greeted you with smiles and small nods. The recruits were the new hope of the resistance, but at the end of the day you were just a mechanic out of many.

You would repair the pilots’ ships, get a small smile in return and that was it. No more, no less. No one was bullying you, no one was disrespecting you. It was the resistance after all, but no one was even acknowledging you.

Truth be told, you had never even tried to make friends, so you didn’t blame anyone but yourself for it. Still- it sucked, it really did.

Wanting to tell someone what you had just achieved and repaired to realize that you had no one to tell about it. Waiting for the pilots to return after a mission to just be repairing their ships instead of being able to greet one yourself. Sitting alone in the cantina day after day when not even the cooks would spare you a look. And the worst was when nightmares had plagued you and you had to sit completely and utterly alone in the cold, trying to steady your breath and wiping your tears away.

You had always told yourself that some people had it worse, some people didn‘t even manage to get anything to eat for most days. And that was the reason you fought, firstly for your parents who were probably still living out there somewhere and secondly for all the people who had it worse than you.

So you were listening to the people celebrating instead of celebrating yourself, trying to think what would happen now, where you would go and what you would do.

You wanted to offer your help to restore and rebuild a new republic, but you were no where near to being qualified to do that. The resistance had always needed average mechanics, but there was no job you would be getting with your semi-good skills.

You had heard some of your colleagues talk about settling down and building their own houses, farms, even families. They had found love in an everlasting war and they were about to marry and live happily ever after.

It was not like you hadn‘t loved anyone, you had.

Poe Dameron had been like a breath of fresh air in your monotonous and lonely life. He had wanted to be your friend, had begun sitting down with you for every meal, had offered his help when you had repaired X-wings.

You had eventually trusted him with your life, still suspicious why the best pilot of the resistance wanted to be your friend, nevertheless, you told him about your parents, your life on Tatooine and basically everything there was to know about you.

And he had done it in return, telling you about his mother’s death, his past with the Kijimi spice runners, the time he had joined the New Republic Navy and finally the Resistance. The things he liked and every little detail about his life.

He had become your friends and you had trusted him so much. He had been a shoulder to lean on after one particular bad nightmare. He had even offered you to sleep in his bed, had hold your hand and whispered things of encouragement in your ear.

He had become your best friend and you-

You had begun greeting him first thing when he had returned from a mission. You had listened to every worry he had, you had helped him with his X-Wing. You, too, had become his best friend.

It was so difficult not to fall in love with him. Yes, he was your best friend, but you could finally understand all the women on base talking about him. He was not handsome, no, he was beautiful; from the inside to the outside.

From his brown curly hair, to his beautiful smile and dimples when he laughed, to his full and rosy lips, to the shape of his nose, to those beautiful brown eyes. You even noticed the way his eyes wrinkled when he laughed, the way his nose scrunched up and his eyes lit up when he was happy.

But he was even more beautiful because he had been so nice to you. He was the only person ever interested in your boring life, in your voting stories. Actually, the way he listened made you no longer think of the stories as something boring- no- he made you think that they were actually interesting. He had made you feel special and that was why he seemed so attractive to you.

So what had happened to the both of you?

Why was he not sitting next to you? Why had you two not talked for over a year? Why were you both avoiding each other and why had you not even glanced his way when he was the new General and had been the one to lead the last fight against the First Order?

Why was he acting like he had never even known you?

Your self esteem had always been low, but thinking about that made it probably non- existent. You had always felt like you were not good enough, but when your best friend had stopped speaking to you, you were more than sure that you were just not good enough. The one person that had made you feel like you were that stepped out of your life just like he had stepped in.

Surprisingly fast.

Poe was sitting next to his friends on a branch, watching the people dance. He should be happy- a part of him was happy- but the way he was drowning his beverage pointed out that somehow he was not happy at all, not good at all.

For many reasons: he had lost his motherly figure just hours ago, had seen the First Order shoot down his best friend, had needed to tell people that their loved ones were dead. The most heartbreaking thing was when he saw Karé, who was just beginning to show, in the crowd looking happy and searching for her husband.

He had needed to tell her that Snap was dead, that the person she had married during war was killed in the last battle. He had seen her break down, had felt her tremble underneath him and heard her repeat one sentence over and over again.

How am I going to do this without him? How am I going to do this without him.

Poe had felt her baby bump against his stomach as he had hugged her and sobbed against his shoulder. Poe had felt responsible that Snap was dead, that the child had to grow up without a father, that Karé was crying so hard and was so alone.

However, the main reason why he was not good at all was-

“Poe.”, he heard Finn say softly. It was not in a scolding tone, but he heard the worry hidden in his voice. Poe set down his beverage and looked down, avoiding to even glance at Finn.

“What’s up with him?”, he heard Rose ask Finn. Finn, on the other hand, just sighed and looked at Rey, not knowing what to say in that situation. Rey just glanced at Finn and shook her head, clearly not wanting to bring that subject up.

But Finn, whose attention was drawn on Poe again, just spoke up before Rey could stop him. “There’s this girl Poe definitely likes, but he has never talked about her, never showed us who she is-“ Poe stood up abruptly, not daring to look at anyone on the table and headed away, the tears already building up in his eyes. Neither Rey nor Finn had ever mentioned that they knew anything about her, maybe Rey had felt it through the force, but Poe could already feel his mouth drying out at the mention of even just a girl.

Finn’s eyes were wide as he looked up at all the other people on the table. Jess, Rose and Karé- who was sitting there even though she felt like she might puke any second now- were all tensed up and looking anywhere but Finn. Rey, who had only a slight idea what was going on, looked at Finn and just shrugged.

“Okay, okay, what’s going on here?”, Finn demanded. Jess sighed and scratched her head uncomfortably. “You shouldn’t have mentioned her.”, she simply stated, the beverage in her own hand suddenly not feeling that good anymore.

“Why wouldn’t I mention a girl he’s clearly head over heels in love with? I mean I’m not even a Jedi and I can feel how much he likes her.”, he referred to the fact that he was force sensitive and clearly picked up some of Poe’s feelings.

Jess coughed, looking at Rose expectingly. Rose cleared her throat, trying to spare a few seconds for her to think of an appropriate answer. “They were best friends and both clearly so in love with each other that it hurt watching them. One year ago though, they stopped talking and it’s been a tabu subject ever since. I don’t know the real reason why but-“

“Poe’s blaming himself and I’m pretty sure she’s blaming herself, too. Poe thinks it’s because of what happened on the Dreadnought and he blames his actions for it. He thinks that she doesn’t trust him anymore and is afraid of him because of what he has done. That man’s been beating himself up ever since they stopped talking to each other. I’m sure he hasn’t gotten a proper sleep since that happened.”, Jess continued saying.

“And what does she think?”, Finn wanted to know. Jess sighed and fiddled with her fingers. “She’s kind of a loner, haven’t seen her in ages. She’s always sitting alone somewhere and has no friends, except she had Poe. She’s a mechanic on base but I can only imagine the poor girl beating herself up just the same way Poe is.”

Finn’s expression was shocked, his mouth wide open. “What do you mean she’s kind of a loner? Aren’t we all a big whole family? I mean we’re so few in the resistance I must know her? Why aren’t y’all talking to her?” Rose sighed, remembering that this was how she had been in the Dreadnought after she had lost Paige, completely and utterly alone.

“I wanted to befriend her, but Poe was always there, quite literally always. After they stopped talking I wanted to speak to her, but she seems nowhere to be found. The girl’s doing her job, then going back to her room, there’s no way she would’ve spoken to me.”, Rose bit her lip.

Rey knew that feeling all too well, being alone in a big galaxy searching for a place to call home. She had been alone for ages and she can only imagine that poor girl to feel the same. “Well, do you know where I can find her? Befriend her? Make those two idiots talk to each other again so they can settle down and marry? I mean come on, I don’t want Poe being alone and like this his whole damn life.”

Jess shook her head. “He won’t ever forgive himself for what he did, for what happened. He wouldn’t want her to be near him because he thinks he just hurts her. There’s no way you’ll get those two talk to each other again, trust me.”

Poe tried to wipe the tears flowing from his eyes away, but they did not stop, they were simply flowing down his face like they always did late at night. His heart had been shattered ever since you two had stopped talking to each other and it would never heal again.

At the mention of you at the table, Poe just couldn’t listen anymore, instead he headed to the thick forest of Ajan Kloss, trying to find a place where he can cry without anyone seeing him this weak, this fragile,

He was the General after all, he couldn’t look like that.

As he made another attempt to wipe away his tears with his sleeve, he bumped into someone. Poe’s eyes widened as he stepped back, an apology already forming on his lips, but when he saw the face of the person he had just bumped in, his heart stopped at once.

And your name rolled off his tongue so quietly, he wasn’t sure you had heard it.

91 notes · View notes

dalekofchaos · 3 years

Text

Killing The New Republic and Luke’s New Jedi Order killed the Sequel Trilogy

Disney you’re a business, who’s all about money, but then you chose to destroy the New Jedi Order and New Republic, that is definitely killing your billions, even after refusing to put storytelling first and foremost, and then having the audacity to claim “we don’t have source material” never mind the countless series of video games, comics, novels, tv shows and films, merchandising etc. Not to mention all the fucking stuff you could’ve done with the NR in BATTLEFRONT! YOU COULD HAVE MADE WITH THE NEW REPUBLIC AND NEW JEDI ORDER!

But no. Instead you made Leia an incompetent general leading an even weaker and an on the budget Rebel Alliance. Han’s character arc was dropped, Han and Leia’s iconic romance was broken up and they were both turned into absent parents and Luke’s Jedi Order failed and 30 years of peace was undone pointlessly. But instead you just wanted Rebels vs Empire 2.0, but only this time around it’s dumber.

Do you know what we could’ve done with The New Republic? Leia as Chancellor. Han and Lando as her Ministers of Defense. Boba Fett, Din Djarin and Bo-Katan leading The Mandalorians together as allies to the New Republic. We could’ve had a House Of Cards/West Wing/Game Of Thrones styled writing for the overall politics of The New Republic. You could’ve made a goddamn fortune on New Republic troopers, armor, weapons, fighters and frigates. Hell, you could even have The New Republic wield their own Star Defenders as opposed to Star Destroyers. I am well aware that canon demilitarized The New Republic and already made a post on why disarming the New Republic in new canon was stupid.

What should have happened is that the NR commanders the Imperial Fleet and starts protecting systems who join the NR, all while chasing down and fighting any of the Remnants (Moffs, Warlords, Crime Lords, etc) who have grabbed power in the resulting vacuum. We could have seen an evolution of ships from Old Republic to Empire to NR ones. They could have renamed Star Destroyers into Star Defenders. Hell, they could have had a Republic of independent systems, each with their own sizable military, so that power isn't centralized.

Here is what the Sequel Trilogy could’ve been with the New Republic in power.

This could have been an interesting question for the ST. What happens after you win a war? How do you not make the same mistakes or become the thing you fought. What happens in a power vacuum? The NR should have been the dominant emerging power, and the Remnant should have been a small, secretive, unknown order, striking strategically from the UR where they hid, and causing fear and panic to spread in the NR. But no, instead of telling an interesting story, we are force fed the recycled poorly written rehashed Rebels vs Empire and the Rebels are made to be weaker than The First Order. The First Order are a terrorist movement, they should not be reigning after Hosnian Prime’s destruction, ESPECIALLY AFTER LOSING STARKILLER BASE! Concentrating your government and defenses around only one system is really stupid(AND BAD FUCKING WRITING) The New Republic’s forces should have been spread far across the galaxy. So after Hosnian Prime, The New Republic sees the bigger picture and mobilizes their fleet and unites their forces with The Resistance. Instead The New Republic is stupidly destroyed because Rian wanted the Rebels to be the Rebels again.(lol this movie is fucking dumb) God forbid we get The New Republic fighting the First Order and making the heroes looking strong in force instead of stupidly having all the Rebels fit inside the Falcon. For the love of fucking god I hate this fucking timeline.

As for The Imperial Remnant. Thrawn, and Rae Sloane would lead the fleets and Darth Plagueis and the Knights Of Ren would would be in command of the dark side.

Do you have any idea how fucking frustrated it was to play The Battlefront games with The Resistance who are just discount Rebels? They look fucking pathetic.

JUST LOOK AT THE NEW REPUBLIC IN THE MANDALORIAN!!!!!!!! SO MUCH POTENTIAL!

Oh and just look at the NR Troopers from Legends and fan concepts

SO. MUCH. POTENTIAL!

As for the New Jedi Order.

Ya’ll were sitting on a GOLDMINE with the New Jedi Order. You murdered the goose which laid thegolden egg. Imagine proper video games, novels, animations, films in that era. Think about all of the unique characters and designs we could’ve seen, all the unique toys they could have sold, plus they could’ve centered Galaxy’s Edge around becoming a Jedi, building your own lightsaber, and undergoing training at Luke’s academy. I know they have a lightsaber-building thing there currently, but it would’ve made a lot more sense if they could’ve tied it in to the new trilogy with the New Jedi Order. Plus, Mark Hamill was the only one of the major OT actors who was willing to continually reprise his role well into the future, and they reduced Luke’s role to a cameo in 2/3 sequel movies and ruined his character and killed him off in the other one. They could’ve kept Luke around for several more decades and thrown him in to as many TV series, video games, and movies as they wanted to, and people would’ve flocked to see or purchase whatever he’s in, because it’s freaking Luke Skywalker. Destroying the New Jedi Order offscreen and ruining and killing off Luke Skywalker were the two dumbest decisions made with the sequel trilogy. They could’ve made BILLIONS off of this stuff. The continued pre-trilogy and post-trilogy stories, the toys, the merchandising, the video games, the books and comics, everything. What makes matters worse is that as I said, Mark Hamill was the only one who wanted to continue with his role,( Also he is an accomplished voice actor so he would have done well in the animated stuff, which also gives him opportunities to do action scenes without being young) he honestly probably would’ve been willing to reprise Luke up until he was in his 80s or even into his 90s, hell, Billy Dee Williams was just over 80 when he reprised Lando in TROS, and Luke wouldn’t even need an action-heavy role as he got older, as the Grandmaster of the New Jedi Order, he’d be able to have a similar role to Yoda in the prequels and The Clone Wars, where he provides wisdom and guidance the majority of the time, but he every once in a while he steps into battle, while the new characters go on the vast majority of the adventures. They really shit the bed with these new movies, because using the New Jedi Order with Luke as Grandmaster would’ve made them BILLIONS. I truly don’t understand how such a money-hungry corporation could’ve missed out on this, because using the NJO would’ve been like printing money. It’s genuinely baffling.

We could’ve had it all

Source

For story purposes. It could’ve been like this.

Luke starts to rebuild the Jedi by training his sister Leia. Leia could not fully commit to the Jedi because she had to lead the Republic as Chancellor, but she is made an honorary member on his Jedi Council. Leia would agree to be trained as a Jedi Master. Leia has a Yellow Lightsaber she keeps hidden should the moment arises. Leia’s most powerful force ability is Battle Meditation. After training Leia, Luke eventually encountered The Emperor’s Hand Mara Jade. Their dynamic and romance would be the same as in Legends. Eventually after Ezra Bridger returns, Ahsoka Tano, Cal Kestis, and Ezra Bridger return and join Luke’s Jedi order. The Jedi council would be this. Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Mara Jade, Ahsoka Tano, Cal Kestis and Ezra Bridger. The new Jedi Order embrace both the Light and Dark Sides Of The Force instead of repeating the mistakes of the Jedi of old and so balance can be brought to the force. Balance would mean understanding both aspects of the force and you can indulge in your anger and more toxic emotions, but you can’t let them rule you and when you can come to peace with that, that’s when you have balance.

Also, Luke’s Jedi order would include multiple aliens species from Wookies, Twi'leks, Iridonians, Trandoshans, Mirialan and you get the picture.

Finn would be a mix of Kyle Katarn and Finn Galfridian.

For those not familiar with either character. Kyle Katarn, a self taught force sensitive who was a former Imperial Stormtrooper that later became a Jedi Master, Battlemaster and a Jedi Council member. Finn Galfridian, a Jedi who is from Royal background and is part of the New Jedi Order who was being taught by Luke Skywalker Finn could still be a Stormtrooper that chose empathy and to walk away, this results in Finn becoming Force Sensitive and brought to be trained by Grogu. We would later find out that Finn is a lost prince of Royalty stolen by The Imperial Remnant. Perhaps, in this scenario. Finn could be the lost Prince of Naboo. Finn would of course continue fighting in the war, but with Artorias on the New Republic’s side, they will gave more funding and at least another ally. It would also provide Finn the ability to have a home for the Stormtroopers after Finn liberates the Stormtroopers from the Remnant. Finn could allow the Stormtroopers that still want to fight to serve in the Naboo military. The Naboo having weak defenses could greatly benefit from having trained soldiers serve them and if the Stormtroopers would prefer a peaceful life, Finn can offer them a civilian lifestyle away from the judgment the rest of the galaxy would give them for their past, even offering them reparations.

Also, Finn would find love with best damn pilot in The New Republic, Poe Dameron!

Luke and Mara would have a daughter. Kira Jade Skywalker(who of course would be Rey) she would grow up loved, with her family and with the Jedi. They would all truly be With her.

Ben Solo, Breha Solo(Played by Billie Lourd) and Jaina Solo(played by Millie Bobby Brown) would be the Solo children. Ben, Breha, and Jaina would all grow up close and would thrive as Jedi while their parents would visit and shower them with the love they would naturally receive from Han and Leia as their parents and Han and Leia would stand strong together leading The New Republic

You could have Ben Solo being the most promising of Luke’s Jedi Knights. He can either stay as a Jedi or choose The Imperial Remnant and become Kylo Ren. The Jedi Order is split between the Jedi loyal to Luke and those loyal to Ben. I will say Ben’s fall would be similar to Jacen’s. Because he sensed something terrible coming. The Grysk. He feels that the Jedi and the NR would not be enough. So he gives in to Darth Plagueis and leads the Knights Of Ren. But when The Grysk attack, Ben shows us his true colors and returns to his family to fight The Grysk and unites both The New Republic and Remnant.

If Ben doesn’t turn to the dark side, Ben would stay true to the Jedi and his family. Ben would lead the Jedi to face the Knights Of Ren and destroy Plagueis.

Together Kira, Ben, Breha, Jaina and Finn would rise together and destroy Darth Plagueis and end the Sith once and for all.

But that’s not the end, because The Grysk would invade the galaxy.

Towards the end of the Trilogy, The NR and FO will join forces to fend off The Grysk invasion. Sloane will call for a cease fire and signing a treaty with Leia, where The NR and FO align their forces and build The Galactic Federation. Building a better galaxy together. Leia's vision for a Republic and Sloane's virtues for the Empire.

We get the legacy characters getting treated with respect, we get the new generation built upon and being prepared for the coming war and are all treated as important heroes, we have a FO treated like strong villains and a stronger threat to unite both forces and we have peace in the end. This is how I think the ST should have been handled.

The theme should’ve been family. It’s about how the Skywalkers and Solos lead and protect the galaxy. How well Han, Luke and Leia became after the fall of the Empire and the upbringing of their children. It should end with all is well with the Skywalker and Solo families. Not end in misery.

As Carrie Fisher said

“It’s about family. And that’s what makes it so powerful.”

We could’ve had it all.

#Luke Skywalker #Finnpoe #Anti Lucasfilm #Anti Kathleen Kennedy #Anti Disney #Anti JJ Abrams #Anti Rian Johnson

115 notes · View notes

stuntgirlatthevampiremansion · 4 years

Text

Poe was not a spice smuggler!!!

I just watched tros, and i liked it. But one thing really angered me, and it was jjs total disregard for Poe’s (CANON) backstory. It is evident that jj did not read the Poe Dameron or Shattered Empire comics, and now casual fans who do not consume any canon other than the movie will not know the truth.

He was NOT A SPICE SMUGGLER!! Both of his parents were rebel heroes who were key fighters in the war against the empire. His mother, Shara Bey was an A-wing pilot (one of the best in the galaxy) who was in charge of protecting the falcon during the battle of Endor and who assisted Luke in the retrieval of a force tree. (Luke gifter her with a force tree which she planted in her home in Yavin-4) and fought with Leia in Naboo. Poe’s dad, commander Kes Dameron was a land fighter who fought alongside Han and Rex in Endor. After the war, they settled in Yavin-4 raised Poe in peace. (You can read about this in the Shattered Empire comics)

Poe grew up in Yavin-4, where Shara taught him to fly in her A-wing from a young age. He joined the New Republic Navy as a pilot when he was of age, and when he learned about what the First Order was doing, he left the New Republic Navy and joined Leia in the Resistance early on. (Leia was basically like an aunt to him, it is implied) (you can read more about him in the Resistance and his backstory in the Poe Dameron comics)

Now JJ set him up as a spice smuggler!!!. Which erases his amazing and important backstory. What i expect will happen now is that we will get a new comic to fix it up telling the story of how he posed as a spice smuggler while undercover for a Resistance mission. This is very likely and will be an easy mistake to fix, considering he was really active Resistance member who went on countless missions. In one of those missions, where he had to take on the false identity of a spice smuggler, he met Zori. Due to his high Resistance rank, he could not risk revealing his true identity to her, and they formed this bond under the false ilusion of his identity. Eventually, when he completed the mission he had to abandon the spice rink.

That is all for today, may the force be with you

(EDIT:) i found out that in the vidual dictionary they said that he joined the spice runners after Shara died as an act of rebellion. I still think this is out of character and in the previous canon he just went str8 to the navy

#star wars #poe dameron #poe #the rise of skywalker #star wars the rise of skywalker #rey #tros spoilers #tros #finn #finnpoe #leia organa #leia #ben solo #han solo #kes dameron #shara bey #my post

3K notes · View notes

saphira-approves · 4 years

Text

Don’t Compare My Boy To K*l* R*n: In This Essay I Will—

okAY I’m talking about it

So I can’t find the post right now, but a few days ago I saw a post on my dash comparing Murtagh of the Inheritance Cycle to Kylo Ren of Star Wars, citing parallels for their similarities.

Since we all know this blog is really just a poorly-disguised Murtagh stan blog, I decided I’d share my thoughts on this comparison. I’ll be discussing character backgrounds, character roles, character motives, and character actions.

Part One: Character Backgrounds

Murtagh and Kylo Ren are both descendants of the “previous generation.” Their mothers were both prominent rebels, their fathers were both considered handsome and rogueish, and both sets of parents eventually separated. But that’s about where the similarities end.

Kylo Ren’s—or rather, Ben Solo’s—parents loved each other and loved their son. They may have been flawed in the way they showed it, but then again, the only account we hear of Ben’s childhood (as I recall, anyway, and I’m not rewatching those movies just for a tumblr post) is Ben’s, after he’d been groomed and manipulated by Snoke for many, many years. Han Solo died believing he was helping his son; Leia Organa died saving her son; at the very least, they both loved him enough, even while he was serving the Dark Side, to give up their lives for him.

Murtagh’s parents, on the other hand, were a mess. From Murtagh’s account of their relationship, Morzan didn’t care much about Selena except for her usefulness as a weapon; he was happy to manipulate her and her emotions, but I highly doubt he actually loved her. He certainly didn’t give a damn about Murtagh, throwing a sword at his own three-year-old son. Selena, meanwhile, although she obviously loved Morzan at first, loved Murtagh even more, and clearly recognized that Morzan didn’t care for her the way she had once cared for him—when she recognized an opportunity to work against him, she took it.

Kylo Ren despised both of his parents, but that hatred seemed hollow, shallow—it had no real reason. They led busy lives, perhaps didn’t make enough time for him, but their actions revealed that they did, truly, love him despite his mistakes, and Kylo’s loathing reveals itself to truly be the manifestation of a spoiled child’s anger, magnified tenfold. Murtagh, conversely, had very good reasons for his complicated view of his parents: he loved his mother, but she was kept from him (and him from her), and she died—possibly in front of him, though he never says, and, unbeknownst to him until much later, having just hidden his brother in Carvahall. There was no love lost between him and Morzan, who was in the best case just an angry drunk, worst case—and more likely—an abusive father, and the only thing Murtagh ever expected to receive from him as inheritance was his sword (which is by itself another whole post in the making).

Part Two: Character Roles

Both Murtagh and Kylo Ren played the role of foil to the protagonists of their stories.

Murtagh and Eragon were very similar in many ways; I’ve mentioned before the many “subtle” hints Paolini gives to their true relationship (”a pair of matched blades” and “brothers in arms” come to mind off the top of my head). Their differences clearly highlight their different upbringings: Eragon thinks in the moment, with his heart and his compassion, while Murtagh thinks ahead, makes plans and contingencies—this difference is most clearly seen when Murtagh kills Torkenbrand and Eragon's strong moral code makes him protest, even though killing the slaver was, objectively, the best course of action they could take. Yet Murtagh is not only Eragon’s foil in action, but also his foil symbolically: they are both sons of Selena, which binds them, and yet the sons of opposing fathers, which others unwittingly use to pit them against each other (yes, this is also a whole other post in the making. like i said, poorly-disguised murtagh stan blog). Murtagh’s foilness to Eragon is deeply interwoven into their friendship and their parallels, showing up in many subtle and unsubtle moments throughout the series.

Kylo Ren’s foil status, on the other hand, is… complicated in a different way. For one thing, he’s not just a foil to Rey, he’s also a foil to Finn—in fact, I’d argue he’s more foil to Finn, and more just a complete opposite to Rey. He’s the experience to Rey’s raw talent, he shifts toward the Light while Rey shifts toward the Dark, but with Finn, their stories of pulling away from the Empire could have been fantastic foil stories. Wasted opportunity. And I’m so mad about it but this isn’t a star wars blog so—

Part Three: Character Motives

Of course, both Murtagh and Kylo Ren’s motives change over the course of their own stories, so we’ll be looking at what they are and how they change.

Kylo Ren starts his story in TFA as a ruthless, power-hungry fanboy who cherry-picked his history lessons and simply ignored the fact that his oh-so-esteemed Darth Grandvader was actually redeemed in the end because Luke refused to give up on whatever scrap of good was left in him and I hate hate hate hate hate Luke’s sequel characterization UGH and so Kylo is “emulating” a false image of what he thinks Vader was: the power, the presence, the mask and modulator aesthetic, the “I’m on the Dark Side because it’s fun, and I get to do whatever I want consequence-free.” Which… no! So, at first, what does Kylo want? Power! Sure, he’s serving Palpatine’s Smeagol puppet Snoke, but eventually he’s gonna be the most powerful person in the galaxy. …well, but then eventually starts getting a little boring, so in TLJ Kylo ups his timetable, tries to get Rey on his side after torturing her for information (OF HIS OWN VOLITION! BECAUSE HE’S A JERK! He did not CARE about even trying to convince her at first, he asked the few questions necessary to justify meeting her resistance with a Force mind-rape), and then when she doesn’t join him on the Dark Side he fights her, again and again and again until he nearly DIES, and then HIS MOTHER DIES TO SAVE HIS UNGRATEFUL ASS, so now Kylo’s priorities switch from “power” to… uh… what, again? Redemption? By… how? Sacrificing his life for Rey?

Oh, now he remembers how his Darth Grandvader history lesson ended.

he’s still a copycat though

Murtagh’s motives, conversely, actually make sense for his situation. When we meet him, he has in the last few months run away from Urû’baen and lost his mentor and father-figure. His two priorities: keep himself and his horse alive, and see what the deal is with the new Dragon Rider he’s heard so much about. He meets Eragon and Saphira by saving their lives from the Ra’zac, and he’s there when Brom dies, and Eragon loses his own mentor. Having just recently gone through that pain himself, Murtagh gets attached, and joins Eragon on his adventure/vengeance quest against the Ra’zac. Murtagh doesn’t reveal his parentage, but he and Eragon find that they have a lot of similarities and get very close, sparring and bantering and becoming “a set of matched blades” and “brothers-in-arms” and other such friendly roles that are not-so-subtle hints at their true relationship, and even when they fight—notably when Murtagh doesn’t want to go to the Varden, because they might kill him, which would be actively violating his first priority of staying alive—Murtagh still agrees to help Eragon because he’s a nice f*cking person okay. And then, through shenanigans, Murtagh ends up getting kidnapped, assumed dead by his few new friends, and then

TORTURED AND MIND-RAPED FOR AT LEAST THREE OR FOUR MONTHS.

And Murtagh’s will never broke! Not until Galbatorix gave him a dragon egg, and that dragon egg hatched into Thorn, and Thorn bonded with Murtagh, and Galbatorix threatened Thorn.

Murtagh fought Galbatorix until Thorn’s well-being was put into danger.

After that, Murtagh’s priorities are skewed; he’s forcibly sworn to Galbatorix’s will, which sucks, but he’s also given fantastic power, which is great; but he and Thorn still get tortured as punishment for messing up, which also sucks. And then Nasuada, someone Murtagh actually likes, is captured and brought to Urû’baen, and Murtagh tries to hide his face behind the silver mask when Galbatorix forces him to torture Nasuada (physically, because Galbatorix never forces Murtagh to attack Nasuada’s mind) because he doesn’t want to torture his friend. In fact, he does everything in his ability to help her. And in the end, he cares about her so much that he realizes hang on a minute, I would actually put SOMEONE ELSE’S health and well-being over my own, which means something in me has fundamentally changed, WHICH MEANS I CAN DEFY GALBATORIX, and so what does he do? He gets rid of Galbatorix’s wards and lets Eragon finish him off. He gives up the Eldunarí to Eragon and Saphira, which were a huge source of his power, because in the end, he’s not a power-hungry maniac, he’s a nice person that shitty things happened to.

(And if Murtagh is a nice person that shitty things happened to, then Kylo Ren is a shitty person that nice things happened to)

Part Four: Character Actions

If you don’t believe me, then perhaps we’ll let actions speak louder than words.

Kylo Ren: In his first appearance, he orders his troops to kill an entire settlement. From there, he tortures Poe for information, obsessively pursues the protagonists who have the key to Luke’s location, becomes obsessed with Rey, who seems Force-sensitive, attempts to torture Rey the same way he tortured Poe, kills his own father even as his father apologizes and tries to help him, chases Finn and Rey (again) into a snowstorm on a planet that’s imploding in on itself because of a lightsaber; and then he’s chasing the Resistance—including his own mother—across the galaxy, killing Snoke and calling himself Supreme Leader (yeah, totally something a secret good guy would do), cornering the Resistance on Crait with the threat of DEATH. STAR. TECH. (miniaturized, but like. what’s the miniature of a planet-killer???? half a planet killer??????), and then ALLYING HIMSELF with PALPATINE (the stupid crusty meatsack didn’t even have to groom this one, he got a new apprentice for FREE), while also PLANNING TO DOUBLECROSS… PALPATINE… and continuing to chase Rey across the galaxy, trying to get her to join the Dark Side, and he only stops when his mother gives up her life to save his.

His mother… who, just recently, he THREATENED WITH DEATH STAR TECH.

All this to say, his “redemption” arc is hollow and stupid. Dying while doing “good” is not redemption, it’s a cop-out. Vader was ruthless not because he took pleasure from killing, but because it was efficient; he was redeemed because he found out he had been lied to, manipulated, used, and abused. Kylo Ren was fully aware of his situation, an abuser himself who took pleasure in his power and in killing people; and he was not redeemed by a kumbayah force-life-transfer BS or for turning on Palpatine, WHICH HE WAS PLANNING TO DO ANYWAY.

Murtagh: Helps Eragon, helps Eragon even when he could get captured or tortured or killed, helps Eragon even though he’s surrounded by people who would suffer no regret over killing him, helps Eragon even though he will get tortured for it later, helps Nasuada because he doesn’t want to torture his friend (let me repeat, he DOESN’T. WANT. to TORTURE. his FRIEND. And he even ends up sneaking into her cell, AT RISK OF PUNISHMENT WHICH WOULD INVOLVE TORTURE, to talk to her and heal at least some of her wounds, and give her a way to tell reality from illusion when Galbatorix does try to force his way into her head), helps Eragon kill Galbatorix in the final battle, helps a little girl he’s only just met and gives her an enchanted fork, because why not, and only waits to rejoin Eragon and Saphira because he recognizes his own need to heal, to take time for himself and Thorn, and later, if FWW is anything to go by, probably to redeem himself by helping people, and fighting whatever threat he’s hearing rumors about in the north. Murtagh doesn’t take pleasure in hurting people, and he goes out of his way to do good things, even at risk to himself, as much as he’d hate to admit it.

Murtagh is hardly perfect; on the one hand, I fully agree with his decision to kill Torkenbrand because what else were you gonna do with him, Eragon, but on the other, yes, he’s flawed. Notably, there’s the moment of him killing Hrothgar, which I’ve discussed, his anger issues, his potential alcohol issues, and his general tendency to put himself first (which… yes, but also, he really doesn’t). Best thing about this, though, his his enormous potential for change, because we’ve already seen him change! And it saved the whole war! One tiny thing, one small moment of self reflection and realization—he changed himself, without any outside influence except for finding someone to care about.

TL;DR Don’t insult my boy Murtagh. Come back when Kylo Ren gets some actual character development.

#started this post #had to look something up in Eragon #got sidetracked #placed a hot topic order #came back #got so fucking tired #please just. just don't compare my son to kyle #i really really hate k*l* r*n #what a dipshit. what a wasted opportunity.#everything after force awakens was a waste of brilliant character development opportunity #murtagh tornacsson #murtagh (inheritance cycle)#inheritance cycle #star wars #cw kylo ren #saph rambles #saph scribbles

82 notes · View notes

greysmartwolf · 3 years

Photo

Poe Dameron and Ben Solo/Kylo Ren

They have many parallels in life, and in fact, Poe became what Ben Solo was supposed to be. Well, Poe is a mixture of Han and Leia (in terms of character and place in history), although they are not his parents at all.

So, the parallels themselves:

• Poe and Ben/Kylo are almost the same age (Poe is 3 years older), they are both impatient, impulsive and arrogant, owners of gorgeous hair.

• Poe and Ben/Kylo are the sons of the heroes of the Rebel Alliance, and in both cases one of the parents is a great pilot (Shara Bey and Han Solo). Their parents fought side by side for the future of the Galaxy, were friends. And in the end, Poe will decide to save what his parents fought for, and Ben/Kylo – to destroy.

• Poe and Ben both ran away from home when they were beckoned with sweet and deceitful promises and when the conflict with their families reached its climax. Poe ran away as a teenager 16 years old after a serious quarrel with his father to Zorii, who promised him a life of adventure. At 23, Ben fled after a conflict with Luke (yes, here the scale is much more serious than Poe's) to Snoke, who also promised him a bunch of things.

• Poe and Ben/Kylo were faced with the choice to continue their parents legacy or go to the dark side. Poe could stay in the underworld, he was finally offered there what he longed for – freely travel throughout the galaxy, find new adventures, but he refused and chose the legacy of the family. Ben Solo had a choice between family and the power that the dark side and Snoke would give him, but he didn't choose family at all. And they both thought they had gone too far, that there was no turning back, however Poe decided to try to return when Ben/Kylo was only sinking deeper into his choice.

• Both behaved like assholes with their fathers when they called them to come back home. Poe’s father almost died and Kylo’s father was killed by his son at that moments...

• Mothers were the main light for both Poe and Ben/Kylo. So strong light that in the end they were able to get their sons back on the right path.

• Both Poe and Ben, at the moment they were lost, were strongly influenced by Leia: when Poe escaped from the gang, he saw Leia's hologram, and she inspired him so much that he finally decided what his purpose was in life, and that he will try in every way to help her in the future (and he did that), and after the death of his mother, Ben decided by any cost to help his mother's cause and save her legacy – Rey.

• Poe and Ben/Kylo are aces pilots. Both dreamed of becoming pilots since childhood. Of course, it's a pity that we never saw their battle in space, Kylo despicably destroyed the Po fighter in advance.

• Poe and Kylo were both the leaders of the special squadrons (Black Squadron for Po and Knights of Ren for Kylo). They also both commanded squadrons of pilots in space battles.

• Poe and Ben/Kylo were apprentices to the leaders of the Resistance/First Order. And both were given the same task – find Luke Skywalker.

• Poe and Kylo took over their teacher’s places after their death. In both cases, the death was unexpected. Only Kylo took the title by force by killing Snoke. Leia herself ordered the appointment of Poe in her place.

Bonus: Both Poe and Kylo could make Rey REALLY ANGRY. But tension between Poe and Rey is more playful, Rey teases Poe during their fights. While tension between Rey and Kylo is more deadly. I mean Rey wanted to 'kill' Poe sometimes, but she wanted to LITERALLY kill Kylo.

#poe dameron #kylo ren #Oscar Isaac #adam driver #star wars

19 notes · View notes

fontofmercy-archived2 · 4 years

Text

TROS spat in the face of every single abused child who was looking to this fairytale for hope. The sequel trilogy wasn’t about a farm boy looking for adventure or even an abused child falling to villainy, it was about three abused children from the different class systems all rising out of trauma and dysfunction. This was our fairytale, our story, and JJ Abrams perverted it into abuse apologist propaganda in a pathetically desperate attempt to appease the most hateful groups of fans who never understood or appreciated the story to begin with (which is why the story had to be butchered in order to appease them).

1.) Rey

Rey’s parents selling her for profit into slavery was portrayed as a good, loving thing. Child trafficking was literally portrayed as excusable, and even loving, in this children’s film. Just let that sink in for a second.

What is the message there? If your parents did something horrible that caused you years of trauma and torment, you should just not lose faith in them because they may have had a good reason (even if you have no evidence of that). Maybe a space wizard who has been dead for decades forced them to traffic you. This scene makes me want to vomit. This is how a children’s fairytale portrayed parents who sell their children into trafficking:

There is no excuse for this. Rey’s parentage was solved. Her identity crisis was over. This wasn’t needed except to force this abuse apologist message. Oh, and of course to feed the sexist fanboys a bit of eugenics to make them stop whining about how a woman could possibly be important and powerful.

TLJ was about Rey discovering her identity and letting go of her unhealthy, irrational dependency on parents who she never knew, who sold her to an abuser and left her to half-starve alone in a desert. TROS decided to give her a new identity crisis out of literally nowhere just so they could erase all that “You are not your parents, even if your parents don’t love you and/or aren’t special, you are still special and still deserving of love. You can find belonging ahead of you.” stuff with dynastic “Actually, your blood family does entirely define your identity and you should always assume they’re right even when all evidence points otherwise, just ignore your own trauma and blame it on a dead space wizard.”

The whole Rey Palpatine thing left a very bad taste in my mouth. Not just because it’s fucking stupid and something Reddit would write, but because Rey was horrible in TROS. She acted like she was possessed by Palpatine, she stabbed Ben (who she cares for and always had compassion for) to kill while he was distracted. She suddenly acted like she didn’t care about anyone around her. She just overall acted unrecognizable from the warm, loving, empathetic woman we saw in TFA and TLJ. The message here is clearly that because she has this “bad blood”, Rey can’t have an identity for herself. The only thing that saves her is taking on the identity of the good guys, she never finds her own. All the traits she’s had up until now don’t matter, who she actually is doesn’t matter. All that matters is what man’s blood runs through her veins. All Rey is is someone’s granddaughter, because if she wasn’t, then she’d really be nobody.

And thus, JJ Abrams decided that “Anyone can be special, even nobodies. Your worth is not defined by your class or your background.” was a stupid message and instead it should be pure eugenic “You’re only special if you have important people blood/name. Your identity is entirely your (male) family, not your own. No silly woman could have power of her own!”

Rey taking on the name of Skywalker is an utterly shallow attempt to fix the fact that they took every bit of Rey’s real identity from her, took half her soul (Ben is her dyad, two that are one), and then left her alone on a desert planet as if to say that her “true self” is the abused child she once was and that she can’t actually escape that. The moral of this fairytale was “You don’t need friends or love, as long as you have a glow stick (material possessions) and a super duper special name that makes you important (which you weren’t before, you were nobody).”

Not to mention that Rey basically named herself after Luke, no one else she knew actually used that name. And Luke didn’t do anything to deserve that, he rejected her at every single opportunity and only did the bare minimum to help her after being berated into it. Han was her surrogate father and the first person to offer her a life outside of Jakku. Leia was her loving mentor and pseudo-mother. Ben was the love of her life who has always been there for her when she needed someone to confide it, someone to see her true self and tell her she wasn’t alone. Luke was nothing but some cranky old guy who made her feel awful about herself and never accepted her (not to mention telling her she was inherently dangerous and also trying to murder her soulmate when he was a child which the real Rey was furious about).

2.) Finn

Finn’s character has not been given much in terms of development. For the most part, he’s been reduced to “Rey’s friend” and then “Finn’s friend”, with a little moment in there where he got to be with Rose and have his own identity but TROS of course decided to reward racist bullies and cut out Rose instead of giving the rest of the fans a satisfying story.

In TROS though, the one thing that Finn actually did that was heroic by himself, his character defining moment of turning from The First Order, was credited to the force and described like it wasn’t a choice at all. Which brings up a lot of questions and, as Han would say, “That’s not how the force works!”. It was so entirely unneeded to take that from Finn, but they gave up all of Rose’s potential screentime to do it.

There’s also the moment when Poe, our alleged hero, so hilariously (i.e callously) compares himself being a criminal to Rey being a scavenger and Finn being a stormtrooper. Completely ignoring the fact that they had no choice in that, as if their trauma doesn’t matter at all. It’s a small moment, but it was very insensitive and highlights how much the writers Did Not Care or even understand their main characters’ experiences.

3.) Ben

I don’t even know where to start with Ben Solo. His ending was the one that broke me as a person, I had so many hysterical sobbing fits over it that my loved ones were actually getting tired of it and it genuinely put me in a really bad place with my depression that I’m only just not getting out of.

Ben Solo’s story in TFA and TLJ was abuse victim’s epic, it was the story of a boy who was tortured and groomed from the time he was in his mother’s womb. A man who never knew a life without abuse. Ben Solo was described as a pure beam of light in his mother’s womb who was ensnared and tainted by a predatory force bigger and stronger than himself that he could not escape.

The feeling of being tainted and corrupted is common in abuse victims, and the fact that TROS told every single abused child out there “Yes, you really are tainted and corrupted. You do deserve to die before experiencing more than a moment of happiness and safety.” is something that I’ve yet to get over. It still infuriates me, it still breaks my heart. Ben’s entire arc up until this point has been about how he is still worthy of love.

And no, this isn’t me woobifying; it’s in the text of the films and the canon novels that Ben worked for his redemption, that he earned it. Ben fought Snoke from the time he was a child, but Ben was only a child and Snoke was too powerful, too relentless in his cruelty for him to withstand. The one and only person in the entire galaxy who had the training and the knowledge to protect Ben was his uncle, who chose to try to murder him in his sleep instead of protecting him. Ben was left with nowhere to turn except to his abuser. And even then, we see him struggle every single day to try and force himself to be this evil person that he never was. Ben was light itself who was convinced he was darkness through abuse and manipulation.

Then, when Ben found the first person who he could feel and connect with through the force, even though Snoke and Luke had abused and betrayed him - Ben still took the chance to reach out to Rey and be vulnerable with her. While interrogating an enemy, he took off his mask and revealed himself (something we only see him to for his father and when Snoke forces him to maliciously). In the middle of a war, under the thumb of the monster who has tortured him since forever, Ben was able hold Rey’s hand and tell her she wasn’t alone. He was still able to be kind. And because of that kindness, that connection, Ben found the courage to finally destroy his abuser and free himself.

Ben freed himself, and he did it out of compassion for and a need to protect Rey, not out of wrath or vengeance. If Ben were truly a creature of wrath, he would have killed Snoke before, but it was only when he had to see and hear and feel his soulmate be tortured by his own abuser that he found that courage. And yes, he did take Snoke’s place at first because that was the only way he knew how to protect himself. In his experience, people without power get hurt and that’s it. But even then, Ben was able to muster yet more strength to shed the armor that was Kylo Ren and stand with Rey unarmored against the very thing that has abused and tortured him since before he was born.

That took so much bravery and love and selflessness for Ben to stand there as himself, ready to fight his abuse and trauma head-on as Ben Solo. For him to admit he was hurt for the first time in the series. For him to crawl up a cliff with a badly broken leg out of love. For him to willingly give his very life force out of pure love. All of these things are incredible for Ben to have been able to do after all he had been through, these are more than deserving of reward. But TROS punished Ben for doing everything right, they proved that abusers always win in the end. Ben was going to survive until the last few edits. Everything we see was literally leading up to him surviving. This was Ben’s redemption, this was supposed to be him fighting for his new beginning and taking his first steps into the happiness and safety he earned, and should have had as a child, not a pointless struggle before succumbing to death:

But TROS told us, told traumatized and neurodivergent children who saw themselves in Ben, that it wasn’t good enough. That love isn’t good enough. That doing the right thing deserves to be punished. That children tainted by violence and abuse and darkness don’t deserve love and healing even when they earn redemption, even when they do everything in their power to do the right thing and be brave. The hopelessness of that is what broke me as a person. That is not what Star Wars is about. Star Wars is about redemption and love and hope; TROS was about cruelty covered up with a thin sheet of materialism and confused, poor storytelling.

#*sigh* glad i got that out holy shir #ben solo deserved to live #ben solo defense squad #ben solo #rey from nowhere #rey solo #the only acceptable names for her #reylo #pro reylo #anti tros #tros review #pairing: ben x rey #ch: ben solo #ch: rey from nowhere #ch: rey solo #sw: text #my meta

393 notes · View notes

mandaloriangf · 3 years

Note

I’m so sick of the damn “Star Wars is a space fairytale” argument. No, Kylo did not deserve a fairytale happy ending. In real life, liking characters like Darth Maul or Darth Vader is okay, because they are just fictional characters slapped on lunchboxes or costumes for children on Halloween. In-universe, Maul, Vader and Kylo are monsters who’ve killed so many children and are feared by everyone. Lucas killed off Anakin because it would’ve been a huge middle finger to everyone he’s ever wronged if he didn’t suffer any consequences to his actions. Luke was the only person in the entire galaxy who forgave Anakin for everything he did. If Vader lived he would’ve been tried as a war criminal for leading the empire plain and simple. Finn, Poe & Rose aren’t going to welcome Kylo with open arms when the last time they saw him he was trying to kill them all on that pathetic base on Crait. Finn, Poe, & Rose are going to be mad if Kylo asks for forgiveness and they have every right to be when Finn had his whole life taken from him, everything Poe’s parents had fought for was all for nothing, and Rose lost her only sister Paige. It’s all fictional to us but all that pain is real to them. If the characters don’t take it seriously why the hell should I care? If Kylo can just order the massacre of a vilage, torture people, kill Han, try to destroy Leia and the resistance on Crait, and lead the first order without ANY consequences whatsoever why should I care about this world or any of the struggles the characters face?

they honestly 100% believe kylo is just a misunderstood fairy tale prince who did nothing wrong and deserves a happy ending. barf.

#ask amanda #anonymous

9 notes · View notes

elmidol · 3 years

Text

Astra Inclinant (NSFW)

Three Blind Tooke Part Three Death is an Art Read on Ao3

Three Blind Tooke

Part Three: Death is an Art

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Astra Inclinant

I knew the many forms of peace,

I knew at long last how to be me.

Between life and death, you were in the embrace of stars while Kylo held your hand in his. You scanned each planet that slowly emerged from the surrounding shadows. It was not too late to choose the peace offered by death; though Kylo would temporarily ache from your loss, he would not suffer endlessly. Even still, that pain was nothing you wished for him to endure. On top of that there was a fear that you knew even in the numbness of death--the numbness that wavered, threatening to give way to aches proving you were reconnecting with your physical body.

This fear was simple; that someone would take your story, manipulate it to fit their narrative, and discard you. For them to deny that they did so, that you were nothing more than some stepping stone for them to receive fleeting fame. Returning to life was not a foolproof method of preventing this. On the contrary, such individuals could later treat you as a charity case and thus curry favor from the greater public. To speak out against them would only harm you; you would be deemed ungrateful and emotional and toxic.

The urge to inhale a lungful of air nagged at you. That could be the breaking point, the tipping point. It would return you to life. You looked to Kylo, whose eyes had not left you for even a moment. It mattered not that war played on.

In the land of the living there remained much to accomplish after the Supreme Leader Armitage Hux of the First Order fell. Skirmishes played out to their completion; the dead were tallied and, where possible, collected. More joined their number before night came to the planet. The count increased still by dawn as mortal injuries claimed their victims. Likewise, the battles that had taken place in other parts of the galaxy came to their own conclusions. Where the First Order had gained victories, reinforcements arrived to defeat those battered vessels and soldiers. Countless beings peered down into the pools of water as they gathered around those bodies in the land between life and death. They observed those alive preparing to enter the new chapter of life’s story.

Vicrul, struck by a mortal wound that had severed his right arm from his body, had been among the first to join you at the edge of such pools of water. He had been the one to slide your hand into his, to give it a squeeze. By the end of the battle, however, he no longer resided in the land between life and death, nor did he transcend into an existence beyond death. Order of Ren soldiers that had trained in the art of Force healing had worked exhaustively to revive him. They did so at a great cost--several of them traded their lives for his. Others remained alive due to the foresight of utilizing Vicrul’s scythe, which had previously torn the souls from foes. The weapon relinquished its hold on those souls, allowing Vicrul’s body to absorb them.

You felt him brush along you, a ghost slipping back into the realm of the living. He had thrashed in pain, swearing and cursing, wrenched from the peace that he had known and thrust into the agony of life. This discomfort and pain lessened as more healing abilities were poured into him. The bleeding stopped, though his arm remained absent.

Kylo’s spirit remained at your side though he himself, his physical body, did not cease in its movements. The two of you were one, ever connected. Another urge to breathe at this thought alone struck you. And yet… Sometimes there was too much life in living--though you did not wish to escape, not always, it overwhelmed you. To have empathy and face possible betrayal. After you had known such peace, that was an agony that burdened you so that your knees gave out and you crumpled.

If you breathed, would you collapse?

You squeezed Kylo Ren’s hand just as Vicrul had done the same with you at the water’s edge. All the while you observed via reflections in starlight the world of the living continue on both with and without you.

Time crawled. The ever-constant fighting left, which thrust many into a state of confusion, of acknowledged weariness. There were planets that had been molested less than others by the chaos of war; of those, only a number extended offers of assistance without any sort of prompting. Another portion followed suit or else agreed when there were direct requests. Few protested when the final portion rejected taking any action. They turned their eyes to Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader of the Order of Ren, leader of the final battle. What they had expected from him, one could not say with a certainty although there were obvious guesses to be made. Violence. Manipulation via the Force. Instead Kylo did not force them. He allowed them to take these actions, aware that the galaxy was observing with curiosity, with a memory that would last through the ages.

Where were you when--? What did you do after--? They were the ones that would deal with the consequences of their negligence.

Kylo Ren issued other orders to set up a body of galactic law enforcement similar to what the New Republic had utilized and at which Poe Dameron had worked prior to joining the Resistance. Its focus was on the sorts of scum and scavengers that threatened to take advantage of the war-ravaged galaxy. Included in this were First Order officers and other personnel that had managed escape along with its silent partners. Pirates and crime syndicates likewise desired to tackle easy prey. Poe was given a lead position on the force, and there were volunteers from the former Resistance along with Order of Ren pilots that were not ready to settle down.

Rey and Rose each went to the planets of their birth. Hays Minor required much cleaning due to the pollution caused by the First Order. Many people that had fought alongside her accompanied Rose. There were some that had known her sister, Paige, and so journeyed to Hays Minor in her honor. As for Rey, her journey was of a more personal nature thus her company was more limited. Finn naturally volunteered the moment that he learned of her intentions. She did not reject him, her expression soft and one of relief. She was not alone--after so many years on Jakku alone, she now had a family and friends that would not abandon her.

For Force sensitive beings, Kylo Ren’s vision of normalizing their capabilities by simultaneously rejecting and embracing Sith and Jedi ideology--taking the inclusive teachings while tossing aside those that created biases--there were changes being made. One of those changes was the elimination of any programs that grabbed children from their parents such as the stormtrooper program that Brendol Hux had created and that Armitage had furthered. It had been a practice of the Jedi as well, had perhaps what allowed Han and Leia to feel content with sending Kylo to Luke when they had failed to understand or accept him as a child.

The next step was to--Finn’s idea, which had its importance emphasized by Rey’s personal mission--reunite the stormtroopers with their families. Lando was swift to volunteer to assist. He had the means and willingness to travel for an extended period. Lando was not fully familiar working with children, however young adults were another story. He connected with them, listened to them. He had enough real world experience outside of war that there were minimal protests. Most that did exist came from Order of Ren officers that had conflicted feelings regarding the new changes arising now that the First Order was defeated. They were not fond of the former Rebellion heroes.

Many of those former heroes resided in the land of the dead. Chewbacca was not among that number. He returned to Kashyyk to his family, albeit not until after he had a proper reunion with Kylo Ren. They had sat together, shared a meal. Chewbacca stood at Kylo’s side when the dead were announced. Joined him in medbay where the injured were being tended to. It was here that Kylo first beheld the state in which Vicrul had been left. Within two weeks of the final battle, though, Chewbacca said his temporary farewell to the man that was the equivalent of his nephew.

Ushar, who had been left behind on the Star Destroyer and given instructions via commlink, had survived the final battle with no further injury other than a blow to his pride. He sat with Vicrul, who barely spoke, in medbay prior to locating Trudgen, who had been placed into a medically induced coma due to the extent of his injuries. Trudgen’s bed sat near the bacta tank in which Cardo had been placed to heal the wounds that threatened to cause nerve damage and deep scars.

Vicrul, still silent, was nevertheless more interactive with Millicent when Ap’lek brought the feline to medbay for a visit. Kuruk alternated between secluding himself from the world to spending time with his fellow Knights of Ren. Each of them broken yet unbent. Within two weeks of the war’s end, Kuruk managed to convince Vicrul to move forward with his prosthetic arm. The pair tended to the plants from Naboo, which had grown in number as other planets and pilots of ships contributed to the collection for breeding purposes.

In these small ways, the land of the living moved forward--and these small things, each of them, had been the motivation for you taking that breath.

There are times that you forget you are in the land of the living, and it is during such occurrences that you realize you know peace--have known peace--between periods of strife. Now there was a simultaneous acceptance of and aversion towards death. You were not afraid to be welcomed into its embrace, however you wanted to live. The chaos of the galaxy did threaten to overwhelm you, prompting you to retreat into solitude that only he could intrude upon. His footsteps, growing in volume, signified that he meant to do just that. You opened your eyes, focus wavering between the tingling running along the back of your neck and the awareness that there were blankets draped across your lap.

The previous threats to your body--him--and to your mind--you--no longer burned you. This absence of suspense and ulterior motivations instilled a sense of awe that had not yet failed to emerge by way of a smile when he entered your line of vision.

A single large window claimed two-thirds the expanse of the wall directly across from the room’s entrance. Stars shone through it, illuminating the sky along with the moon that peered down upon the trees that stretched towards the heavens. Shades of blues and greens were dotted with deep purples and dark pinks. There might never be an equivalent, however this was the closest you had come to feeling as though you were on Naboo. Your mother had secured the arrangements for you to rest on the planet while she and Kylo Ren delved into politics.

This system was war weary, quite ready to welcome a sovereign that permitted its local governments to remain in place with minor adjustments. This willingness did not, you suspected, equate to complacency nor a lack of ambition in terms of setting up proper trade routes. Kylo Ren’s fatigue showed on his face; shadows darkened the flesh under his eyes, and his brows were creases despite the absence of a scowl. His expression brightened as yours did when his gaze met yours.

“I thought about the offer,” you said in a hushed voice, aware that he might have a headache after the day’s business had concluded. Kylo shook his head. You knew that he was holding himself back from chastising you; the proposal that you had received in regards to a career--one of many, in fact--had been one that he had hoped you would store away for a different time. Each person that you had met, every individual that knew you well, were in agreement that you required time for rest. To truly rest. “I haven’t made a decision.”

That elicited a hum of curiosity from his chest, a sort of rumble that you felt roll throughout your body in turn. The muscles in your abdomen tightened. Breath hitching, you shuddered and drew your legs towards one another. Kylo’s hum turned into a single quiet purr of pleasure. He stalked towards the bed. Used two fingers, twitching them, to close the door. The existence of the large window and its current absence of a shade or curtain meant that any passersby--of which there were presently none--could see the activities within the room. This fact did not cause Kylo pause, nor did it dissuade you from tilting back your head to expose your throat to him. Starlight streaming through the transparisteel created streaks of light upon your flesh and his.

The mattress dipped underneath his weight. You rocked backwards, let yourself roll and collapse upon the pillow, and stared up at him as he crawled over you. Your eyes were wide, your heart racing. You were not afraid. It had simply hit you again--this was real. You were alive, your body could be touched, you could experience pain and pleasure. Tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes. They spilled along with the first sob. You threw yourself at him, thrusting your body upwards and practically catapulting off the bed so that your chest slammed into his. Your arms wound around his neck. Your legs crossed, trapping one of his between them. He had pulled you out of death’s embrace when you had decided that you wanted to live. Kylo was your anchor and your sails, he was everything you needed whether you required a moment to remain still or else were ready to sail forward.

Hands cupped either side of your face and tilted back your head until it met the pillow. You arched your body in response to prevent contact from being broken. Kylo drew his limbs down along the materials of your clothing. He worked to eliminate all barriers. First yours. His touch a phantom, skimming along surfaces without making full contact. The gloves that he wore did not diminish the intimacy with which he handled you. His eyes, ever expressive, were all that you stared at. All that you needed to peer into. Their bottomless depths, so filled with emotions and secrets.

There was a dampness to them, unformed tears creating a new layer to the pool in which you were willingly drowning. You knew this expression, the look. It was painted across your own face, albeit with the inclusive of tears. It was how you had stared down at him when he had died in your arms--don’t leave, don’t leave me alone--and you knew that a single word could make him crumple. It would shatter him like glass. Your mouth dropped open once more, a new, strangled sound erupting.

Kylo lifted one hand from you in order to begin removing the layers of his own clothing. Those leather gloves released noises that caused you to swallow repeatedly. Gulping down air and saliva in alteration. Starlight amplified by the window dotted his flesh, reminding you of the cloak he had worn. Glancing down at long last, you noticed similar creations on your own skin, no different than the gown that had once adorned your body. Kylo lifted his arms, rose up to a greater height above you as he knelt on the bed. The mattress shifted under each movement. Leather slipped away to reveal those hands you so loved, the ones that aided in molding you.

They met your shoulders and you realized that you were more than a damaged body, more than a vessel for death. Your abdominal muscles tensed, pulled towards your spine as you sucked in air then temporarily refused to breathe. You were not Death; your barren body was not an instrument of destruction. You were more than that. A creator, an artist, one who used the available tools to design on canvases woven with hope.

You traced the contours of his countenance with the very tips of your fingers. Every smooth surface, every scar, each mole. You knew it as well as you knew your own features. It mattered not if you were dead or alive, if you were in the dark or the light. This was your soul, your being, you. You were complete in yourself, content with yourself. He was a part of that.

“I’m alive,” you said in what could barely pass as a whisper. Your voice caught in your throat, cracking. Kylo pressed his forehead to yours. Strands of his hair tickled your cheeks. He moved between your legs without attempting to enter you. The pair of you were breathing one another in. Grounded, anchored, together.

Kylo was the first to shift. His nose ran along yours, caressed your lips, ghosted down your throat--you tilted back your head and stared with wide eyes at the ceiling--moved from your breasts all the way to directly below your navel. He parted your folds with his nose then his tongue, which flicked back and forth, side to side, spreading you. You shuddered. Wetness flowed from you, your slick gathering on the tongue that prodded, that traced lazy designs upon your sensitive flesh. You entangled your fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp without pushing him against you. He was taking lead in this dance, in this union.

He slipped one finger into you along with his tongue, moving limb and organ in opposite directions. Even as your eyelids fluttered closed, you could see the stars. The planets, sun and moon. Warmth enveloped you, wrapping around you as his tongue curled, as his mouth sealed around your cunt in a wet kiss. He moaned into the kiss. The vibrations made you throb, caused you to clench around his finger and tongue. Kylo inserted a second digit, scissoring you and rolling his tongue between the two fingers so that he could toy with a sensitive bundle of nerves situated near your entrance. You clenched again, stomach fluttering.

More tears spilled from your eyes, these ones for a different reason. You were alive and you were happy with that. There was peace here with him, within yourself. You cupped your breasts. This body that had been injured in the war, that had taken months to heal--that would take more time to fully heal--it was beautiful to you. It was yours. You were comfortable within your own skin, and Kylo made you feel worthy of affection, of adoration, of the attention he was paying you. I am complete within myself. His nose nudged your clit, sending a new spark of pleasure coursing through your veins.

Three sides--you, him, the whole self. To reject one was to blind them all.

“Little tooke,” Kylo purred. For the first time, you repeated those words back to him. He paused, having been shifting to resume touching you, to fuck you with his tongue. “Not a rancor?”

You watched him draw back, Kylo shifting up onto his knees and you moving along with him so that you were able to straddle him. He held onto your hips, his eyes locked with yours. That same expression--he could break if you said something hurtful. If you rejected him, which you would never do. “I think we can be both. But… I used to be afraid to be vulnerable.” You reached down, stroked his cock, which twitched in your hand. Stroking the underside, you traced the prominent vein. “I could reveal parts of myself and not break. I can use the parts I am proud of without fear. There were the other parts I tried to hide away.” You lined him up with you, sank down onto him. You took a shuddered breath, eyelids fluttering, and you were temporarily unable to speak.

Kylo released a grunt. He helped to guide you down, holding back from thrusting into you with abandon. You licked your lips. “There are tooke trap plants...they eat tooke. A natural order. Death is part of the cycle, but--people view rancors as monsters. So, with that in mind,” you lifted yourself, sank down again. Moaned. Felt his length spearing you open. “I… I’m toxic to monsters. They may try to destroy me, and if they do...they’ll fall as well. But I’m not inherently toxic. I’m not worthless. Whether I’m scared or small or large or brave, I’m not a monster that doesn’t belong in the world. When I’m a rancor, at my ugliest, I belong. And you as well. You know, I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you.

“At one point I lived to kill you--anything could have destroyed me along the way. I was on a path of self-destruction. Only by colliding with you did I come alive again. I was so lost. Just some lost girl running away from myself, from life. Avoiding the darkness but also straying away from the light.” You kissed him. Kylo cupped your neck in one hand, a breast in another. He squeezed, massaging, with both. You tightened yourself around him with each undulation of his hands.

“I am one when I’m with you. I am not hatred any longer.” Another kiss. “And I am not afraid. I am love. A small creature in this large galaxy. A little tooke for you, with you. You’re my tooke as well.” You released a heavy breath, lifted your body. Felt his cock starting to slip from you--slammed yourself back down and discovered that he had been thinking the same thing, that he needed to be within you. His body collided with yours. “If I consume you, I’ll die as well. So I am the rancor to your tooke, you are the rancor to mine.”

You were unsure if you were making any sense, however Kylo nodded. He knew you. Knew what you meant--you were the same as one another, the entire cycle of life and death, of soul, of being. In public he would not allow himself to be a tooke, to be vulnerable. Yet there he was in your arms, buried in you, and you knew it to be true. You wound your arms around his neck.

“My tooke.” He crossed his arms behind your back, holding onto your shoulders as though you were life itself. You would not crush him.

The calloused pads of his fingertips traced down the length of your torso. You shuddered at his touch, gasped and gulped in air. As he touched you, you regained each piece of yourself that had begun to shatter while you had slept; while you had dreamed of losing all that you had left, of lost love and of betrayal, and of isolation rather than solace. Kylo cupped your breasts with his hands, sealed his mouth over your nipple and rolled the bud with his tongue, causing it to harden and perk up. Your body tightened around his cock. He shoved you onto your back, his hips rocking with more force as he began to fuck you in earnest. There was no absence of affection despite the seemingly harsher movements. It was a mutual need, a shared desire.

“Oh,” you gasped out, tears springing into the corners of your eyes as warmth began to build inside of you. A dam of pleasure, hot and pulsing, a thrumming that made your jaw drop as an explosion rippled throughout your body.

Wrapped up in his body, there were no lingering questions of what next now that the war had ended. There was a present. Only the now, which was an embrace that you clung to and never wished to be released from. Your orgasm shattered you without breaking you. You screamed Kylo’s name, heard him grunt in reply. Felt his body pistoning into yours, his cock stretching your pulsing walls. He plunged into your cunt after drawing almost completely out of your body. Kylo groaned your name as he came inside of you, his cum filling you, leaking from you when he pulled away.

You set the heels of your hands against your eyes, worked to regulate your breathing. Teeth nipped upwards from your inner thigh to your cunt to your breast, where Kylo paused to leave marks. His fingers plunged back into you, fucking you. You swallowed down saliva before letting yourself simply drool as he turned you into an incoherent mess. The mattress squeaked obnoxiously. Your cunt released lewd, wet noises as your cum and his mingled, his fingers driving in and out, thumb swirling on your clit until you were cumming again. This time your screams had no volume; they were too loud, a mixture of pleasure and pain--ecstasy--as he bit down on your breast, bruising you.

I’m alive, you thought for what seemed like the millionth time. Tears rolled down from the corners of your eyes onto the blankets underneath your head. Kylo climbed up, his mouth hungrily claiming yours. You returned the kiss, your tongue joining his in a dance that he had taught you. His body enveloped yours, completed yours. You felt safe.

“Will you see them?” His question broke through. You winced, sucked your lips into your mouth. Why were you so afraid of seeing the others? The Knights of Ren. Rey. Finn. These people who had known you before death, before you had become complete. These people who loved you even when you felt unlovable. When you lashed out in anger because it was easier to be angry than it was to be hurt. Because he understood this, Kylo would not push beyond asking that question.

You breathed again. It was such a foreign feeling when you were conscious of the act. The heavy weight on your chest. The burning sensation if you held in the breath or did not drag enough air inside.

Lifting your hands, you entangled your fingers in his hair and traced each of his features with your eyes. Whether you left this room to visit the others, life went on the same as it would have had you chosen death. But I did not choose death, I chose life. Your eyes widened. Life came in far too many forms to count. To number them was to number the stars; the endless possibilities and choices available altered the paths one took, the sights they saw. That was strange to you in some ways, realizing that you had a choice. Where before you had been a captive of circumstance, now you actively chose.

I can choose to move forward now, or I can stay here for a little while longer. You licked your lips. “Kylo.” Your first choice. You had, as you had told him, thought about the offer that had been extended to you regarding your future. To answer it in either the positive or the negative, first you would need to see the others. Am I ready? “Kylo.” His name was a prayer, a mantra, a comfort. He said yours in return, and you felt your soul thrum with joy.

#three blind tooke #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #death is an art #kylo ren smut #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren imagine

13 notes · View notes

user-name-not-found5 · 3 years

Text

Interrogation Techniques pt.7

Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants.

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: parental pain, parental separation, mild violence, some smut, degrading language, references to drugging, references to noncon

Leia’s eyes flicked over the transmission again. She could sense the tension in the room as she replayed the transmission, listening to the drone of Ren’s voice.

“This is a message to the leaders of the Resistance, and Master Luke Skywalker of the Jedi Order.”

Every time the intro ran through, she could feel her brother and his students tense up instinctively. Rey gripped Luke’s shoulder as they listened to the transmission a third time.

“Before me, I have Resistance pilot Poe Dameron. He is alive, for now.”

Poe’s body lay on the floor in front of Ren’s feet. His hands appeared to be bound behind his back, and he was covered in bruises. The entire right side of his face was swollen, his lip and forehead still bleeding slightly as the Sith continued.

“I have shot down several of your pilots. I have taken their ships. I will find the locations of your base, and Jedi temple, and I will destroy them.”

Ren gave the unconscious pilot a rough kick in the ribs, eliciting a groan of pain. Leia tried not to wince again.

“I will get the map from him. I will get the map from one of the captured ships. I will fly across the galaxy and wrench it from another rebel’s cold, dead hands. There is no escaping it. I will find you, and I will kill. You. All.” He pressed his boot into Poe’s ribs, and the pilot squirmed in pain.

“Perhaps if you value his life, I will trade him for the map. You still stand to gain something. Whether you take advantage of that is up to you. In the meantime,” Poe was forced to his feet, some troopers moving in to drag him up. His body dangled in between them, his head rolling to the side. “He is mine.”

The transmission cut there. Leia rubbed a hand over her face, planting her elbows on the panel in front of her. She felt the eyes of the room on her again, felt the familiar tension in her shoulders. This was the first time she’d shown the transmission to the rest of the base.

When it came in, it was through the old channel. Ben’s channel. She’d returned to her quarters to rest, get food. Another mission had turned up empty, and she hadn’t heard anything from Poe or any member of the Green Squadron.

She was ashamed how much her heart still swelled with hope when she’d seen the transmission message on that channel. She was ashamed how her son’s voice, distorted by the mask but still his, had sunk into some part of her mind, some desperate faction that still hoped and prayed every night that he would come home.

The second time she’d watched it, she’d sent for the Jedi. She’d called in Luke and Rey, searched their faces for an answer. Luke remained stoic as always, while Rey’s eyes betrayed her horror as she watched one of her best friends writhe under the boot of the enemy. She wished Luke hadn’t brought her.

The third time, she stood in the command center of their base, watching her son kick the man she’d come to treat as her own. The murmurs around her were drowned out by the roar of Han’s heart beside her. She could feel every muscle in his body stiffen, could hear his thoughts racing a million parsecs an hour as he struggled to come to terms with what he was seeing. What they were both feeling.

She cleared her throat, finally.

“We will not be giving up the map.”

There were some sounds of protest; she raised a hand. “I have spoken with Master Luke, and Jedi Knight Rey. They have a plan.” She waved Rey forward.

The young woman’s confidence had grown as she’d studied with Luke. With their resources so thin, it was difficult to reach everyone who needed his guidance. But that meant that the ones they were able to save all that much more precious. Rey steeled her shoulders, speaking to the group.

“I received a… I received a vision, shortly after we believe Dameron’s ship was captured.” The holoscreen flickered as she brought up an image of the Saleucami system. “He was travelling with another youngling. I…” She looked over her shoulder at Luke for confirmation, who nodded in approval. “I believe that the vision came from her when they were captured.”

A small ship flickered into view on the screen. “According to the last transmission received, Poe would have been in the Saleucami system, here. But, the vision I saw would mean that Poe’s ship had to be further out, placing them here,” The screen zoomed out, revealing a map of the surrounding area. Saluecami became a small sphere as the screen displayed the entire Suolriep sector, and the diagram of the ship moved farther out, closer to the edges of the sector. The group murmured, and Rey glanced at her mentor before someone chimed in.

“How can you be certain?”

Rey rolled her shoulders back. “Because in the vision I saw, the child was looking out the window of Dameron’s ship. Saleucami was too far in the distance, too small, to indicate that they were as close to the planet as we previously believed.”

The murmurs became ones of agreement. Luke stepped forward, placing a hand on Rey’s shoulder, and offering her a smile of approval. “I trust my apprentice. In times of distress, the Force is there to guide us. Even untrained, it is not unreasonable that the child would have been able to reach out.”

One of the other officers, a young Kel Dor man, spoke up. “Indeed. Which would then place them moving out of the sector when they were captured.”

Leia nodded. “Yes, Tris. Poe was piloting a freighter- it would have needed to be a cruiser, at least, to pull them in. If Poe is alive, they couldn’t have been shot down. There were no escape pods on the vessel.”

Tris Gano spoke again. “The only intelligence we have of nearby cruisers would put them well outside of the system.”

“Our intelligence is so often wrong, these days,” Leia sighed. Han put his hand on her shoulder, and she returned the gesture. “Regardless, that means that they were either patrolling nearby, passing through, or they were seeking our ships in the area specifically.”

“Any word from our allies then?” Han’s voice was rough, the pain in his heart bared for everyone to hear. Leia’s fingers tightened over his.

“None. Which leads me to believe they were seeking our ships.” She inhaled, sharing a glance with her brother.

“We may have a leak.”

Poe groaned, rolling onto his side. His ribs ached, his wrists burned, and his head was pounding, like his heart had crawled its way up his throat and into his skull, beating against the sides, screaming at him to get up, to run, to do something. Anything. It was too loud for him to focus, and he drew ragged breaths, trying to calm himself. He could feel the dried sweat on his skin, along with… he shuddered, burying his face into the mattress. He didn’t want to think about that.

There was a mechanical whirring, and he forced himself to remain still as he heard the door hiss before sliding open. Boots clicked across the polished floor, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed. He didn’t move.

“Are you going to lay there pathetically for the rest of the evening, or would you like to get up and wash yourself.”

Poe didn’t move, keeping his face pressed into the sheets. Any reaction would be used against him in some way, and no matter how much he wanted to leave the room, go scrub his skin red and raw to try and forget everything, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of needing that. Needing anything from him, actually.

Ren sighed. “I’ve already seen everything, you don’t need to hide.”

Poe’s fists tightened in the sheets, and he turned his head. “You drugged me.”

“Yes, we’ve been over this.”

Poe rolled onto his back, keeping his eyes trained at the ceiling. It was plain and white, just like the rest of Ren’s quarters. Funny. He would have thought the head edge-lord would lock himself in a dark room to brood.

“Answer me when I speak to you, pilot.”

Ren hissed, and Poe closed his eyes. “Can’t say I cared to listen. What do you want from me.”

There was a minute of silence. Poe cracked his eyes open, glancing towards the foot of the bed and pushing himself up onto his elbows. Ren was watching him, a blank expression on his face.

“I’m not giving you the map. The Resistance is too smart to trade me for it. Why don’t you just kill me?” Poe moved himself back against the wall, the chain around his neck shifting uncomfortably. He pulled at it. “You just like the view?”

Ren chuckled. “You’d be surprised.”

Poe cocked an eyebrow. “An actual reply. Who would’ve thought.”

His eyebrows shot up as Ren actually smiled at him. Moving around the other side of the bed, Poe fought the urge to flinch away as he sat down. Ren’s back was to him, staring out the window. The uncomfortable silence drew out, and Poe caught himself watching the rise and fall of Ren’s chest as he set his helmet aside.

Poe cleared his throat. “I’m not going to fall for the stockholm syndrome play, either. No matter what you do, or say, I’m not staying with you. I’ll die before I betray the Resistance.” The silence was agony. Normally Ren took every opportunity to monologue about how powerful he was, or how evil his plans were, or some stupid other villainous trope that Poe had seen in every Imp bastard he’d come across. Poe shifted, the chain clinking again.

“You’re not staying with me.” Ren’s voice was cold. “You’re my prisoner. I don’t need to manipulate you.” He cast half a glance over his shoulder. “I have what I want.”

“You don’t have the damn map, the one thing that you-”

Darkness closed in, and he slumped back against the headboard. Ren sighed, lowering his hand, and unlocking the collar around his neck, lifting him into his arms. Brushing a curl from his forehead, he stared down at the pilot.

“You never learn, do you Dameron?”

#poe #poe dameron #poe dameron smut #FinnPoe #star wars #luke star wars #star wars smut #Princess Leia #leia organa #rey #canon offshoot #darkpilot

9 notes · View notes

breakingbadfics · 4 years

Text

Aliana “The Mary Sue” Beniko. It isn’t hyperbolic.

Okay. So Mary sue is a loaded phrase, so we’re gonna be clear and lay down a definition we’ll be referring back to.

A “Mary Sue” As defined by Youtube channel Overly Sarcastic Productions is a character that while they can be defined in many ways; “The Vilain, an asshole, literally the writer, a re-fitted canon character” They all have the commonality that they warp the logic and reality of the story around them, making the setting, the characters, and the plot itself less interesting because everything inevitably leads back onto them, and them alone. The story refuses to pull away from them, and even when it does it’s still about that character even in moments the character is not present.

So with that out of the way I am going to cut past any pretense straight to the headline of this entry in the series. Aliana is a mary sue. And it is not hyperbolic, nor inaccurate.

So to start. I’m going to talk about Aliana’s family.

Aliana Beniko her Sith title “Darth Amorosa” is a descendant of Lana Beniko a character from the MMO The Old Republic. The family line begins with her, and a Jedi Knight (I’m presuming the play character, but I honestly am not sure.) The family consists entirely of sith lords from that point onward, going into hiding when Darth Bane made declaration of the rule of two and reforming the Sith order. The Beniko family would live in relative obscurity from that point onward.

Aliana’s Grandmother in the story is noted as having snuck into the jedi library on corruscant and copying the majority of the data from the jedi archives to be kept in private use by the beniko family, she did this during the clone wars. A sith lord managed to sneak into the literal Jedi Headquarters..anyway, Aliana’s Grandmother would then go on to be murdered by Darth Vader.

Aliana’s Mother Darth Mayrik taught Aliana everything she knew while working for a Hutt to support her family, is noted as having fought Darth Vader multiple times and almost successfully killing Darth Vader if not for the intervention of Darth Vaders Secret Apprentice “Starkiller” but would eventually be killed trying to defend her daughter by Luke Skywalker. Darth Mayrik was also the woman responsible for transporting Rey after her parents sold her into slavery, but she feels, really, really bad about. but still goes through with the act of giving a little girl to slavery. Also in recent chapters it was revealed that She actually worked for the rebel aliance, while hiding her being a sith was still openly acting as a force user on behalf of the republic.

do note that both of the rolemodels in Aliana’s life were murdered by skywalkers, because it effectively makes Aliana and Kylo Ren destined for the conflict when they eventually meet in the story. oh and to justify why her ship is from the old republic, and is loaded with the in-world version of Wookiepedia.

Also I kind of wanna draw attention that these characters only really exist to justify why Aliana knows the things she does and also because their deaths motivate her into hating Jedi, and Skywalkers in particular, because in most scenario’s this is what we might call “a touch problematic”

On to the character herself.

Aliana flies in a ship known only as “The Fury” a sith empire ship that was retrofitted out of a warship to exist as a living space for her and her protocol droid companion, who is also from the old republic, and has no personality. The existance of the ship makes Chewbacca and the millenium Falcon redundant. likewise the protocol droid with C-3P0..but it’s too early to start counting off.

You might note a slight deification of The Old Republics lore whilst reading the story.

When Aliana appears in the first chapter of the story she’s able to walk around openly in sith garb with out immediately drawing attention to herself, this is justified partially by Aliana almost exclusively making a living as a Bounty Hunter in the outer rim of the galaxy, but also mostly from the writer not particularly caring about broad consequences of walking around with a lightsaber in a post jedi society.

Further more she instantly hits it off with Rey in chapter 1

She almost kills Kylo Ren with little effort in chapter 2, but chooses not to kill him because she’d rather not deal with the first order breathing down her neck.She also does it again several chapters later...with out a lighstaber while trying to hide that she’s a sith lord from Rey.

Switching gears from naming off her various deeds in the story; She’s seldom ever wrong when it comes to anything, the story doesn’t frame what she does as wrong either. She murders Reys parents. The story flirts with the idea of Rey being mad at Aliana because Aliana’s family was the only reason she was in slavery, but Lily would prefer not to write that relationship conflict so it’s breezed over.

Aliana mind controls a bunch of capitalists on Canto Bight into comitting suicide, because they were there. The act doesn’t even contribute to the plot it’s mostly just murder for the sake of murdering people the writer hates. (note I am a socialist who recognizes capitalism, and war profiterring as super fucking bad. So don’t even try to call me a bootlicker.)

There’s also a moment where in spite of General Leia being one hundred percent jusitifed in being worried about how the perception of a Sith Lord(a faction with no positive pr) aiding the Resistance would look to anyone with a basic level of observational skill, Aliana proceeds to summon an entire fleet of space ships that are one hundred percent loyal to her and her alone, presents it as a sword of damocles over Leia’s head and basically says “Deal with me being here or you’re the reason the resistance fails” and the story is on Aliana’s side when this happens.

I could be here all day but to drive back to the original point.

The moment Aliana shows up as a player with in the original events of Episode 7 the focus of everyone, First Order, Resistance, Kylo Ren, Han Solo, everyone keeps their focus on her, her alone. Rey instantly kicks it off with her, everyone gets along with her save the people the writer dislikes, even when she is not present the story is always spinning it’s gears in reaction to her.

Aliana is also starkly responsible for reasons like “Why does the story seem to stop caring about Finn and Poe and Rose at about the 20th chapter?” “where did Chewie go?”

which leads us to the next part of the essay.

#the sith resurgence #Lily Orchard

20 notes · View notes

cross-d-a · 4 years

Text

Why Anakin is still the Chosen One

Here are some tired thoughts before I go to sleep:

Anakin literally tells Rey to bring balance to the Force like he once did. He defeated Palpatine in episode VI and brought balance then. Yeah, Palpatine apparently lived but that doesn't mean Anakin didn't bring balance.

Ever since Force Awakens I can't help but think that this whole sequel trilogy is an allegory for our current political state, specifically: Neo-nazism. The Empire is modeled after Nazis. There's no question. Fascist totalitarianism wrapped up in a genocidal Empire?? Yeah, no thanks.

But then we've got the First Order. They're trying to revive past ideals, trying to revive the Empire. They're a whole mix of people: born into a fascist family like Hux, original Empire loyalists like Pryde, children stolen and brainwashed into it like the stormtroopers-- racism and hate comes from a lot of different backgrounds (it can be taught, it can be learned), but they all tend to latch onto certain beliefs and political structures. It helps the First Order that (from what I can tell) the New Republic was a copy of the first. From the prequels it's easy to tell that it's a broken system. The Empire didn't just spring up out of nowhere. Palpatine was a crafty son of a bitch but even he couldn't sway billions upon billions of people to his side. Those feelings of hate and prejudice and greed had to already exist- Palpatine just took advantage of it and stoked the flames (not even gonna go into real world parallels here).

There is a reason why I'm talking about this. I'm talking about Anakin, who was raised a slave. Who was already a victim of hate and all the evils in the galaxy because he was a SLAVE. A little boy who only wanted to help people, who wanted to break the system that allowed him and the rest of his people to suffer. Then he was freed and thrust into a position of privilege within the system that made it possible for Anakin to be born a slave. And there he was, told over and over that he was the Chosen one. That he must bring balance. But it wasn't the kind of balance he sought since he was a little boy. I think Anakin just wanted everyone to be equal, and the kind of balance the Jedi believed in didn't necessarily mirror that since they were an integral part of the Republic.

But I digress.

I'm bringing up Anakin's childhood in slavery (and arguably, his whole life of slavery) because Anakin is was folded into this Nazi-like Empire which went against everything that he believed in as a child. Everything his mother believed in. Palpatine and the Empire twisted him and yes I love Anakin to death and he is such a victim of circumstance (and he is such a nuanced, interesting character), but he did some pretty terrible things as Darth Vader. He became everything that he ever wanted to fight against.

And then he said no.

He watched Palpatine torture his son. He watched Palpatine try it use his son. And we all know how much Anakin values family. Anakin chose to end fhat circle of hate and suffering. He was the first one to stand his ground and save the person he loved and actually succeed- and with that action he became the catalyst for defeating the Empire.

The thing about Anakin is that he has always been the catalyst. His birth was a seemingly impossible thing. The Jedi discovering him set in motion both Palpatine's plan and the Jedi's defeat. And then Palpatine's eventual destruction.

I'm not discounting every single other person in the Star Wars universe who has suffered or fought for what is right (shout out to Ezra 'spark of the rebellion' Bridger). But there is no doubt that without Anakin we would not have a Star Wars series. Everything revolves around him, whether it's believing he's the chosen one, believing he is the villain we must defeat, or knowing he is someone we must live up to and emulate.

Without Anakin's sacrifice, without him remembering what's truly important (family, love, freedom), the Empire would not have been defeated. Luke would have died. Leia probably, too. Palpatine would have utterly destroyed the galaxy (maybe we'd see some actual Dark!Rey way down the line). Anakin stood up, stood his ground and said No.

The real reason why Anakin is the Chosen One is because he IS that catalyst. Because he did rise from oppression and servitude and had the strength to say No.

I'm going to bring up the Neo-Nazism again: the New Republic rose up to replace the Republic. The First Order rose up to emulate the Empire. I would argue that the First Order became so powerful because the structures that allowed the Empire to rise in the first place still existed.

Yoda says in the original trilogy: There is another. (Yeah you know what like I'm talking about) You could argue that it's Leia (it certainly meant to be at the time). You could argue that it's baby Yoda (my boy!!). But I would argue that it is the next generation.

You see, you can't just defeat evil once and be done with it. We certainly hoped we would when WWII ended, but the fight is never done. Neo-Nazis still exist. Terrible, terrible people still exist. And maybe it's learned, maybe it's passed down through the family-- you can learn to hate in a lot of different ways. The structures that allowed Nazis to rise up like they did still exist today. We still face racism and homophobia and anti-Semitism. The battle is not over.

That's why I think these sequel movies are important (despite my problems with it, but I won't go into that here). I would love to think that after episode VI everyone lived a happily ever after. There was no more evil, no more suffering and slavery and thoughtless killing. But it doesn't work like that. Even though that's the ending I want, even though that's the ending I sometimes need-- every generation faces its own threat. Its own call to the past.

I have my own confused reservations about Rey parentage, but I adore that she rejects the legacy of hate. We see what she is capable of. We see that (just like Anakin) she could give in to what she thinks is the lesser of two evils. (It's okay as long as the people I love get to live, right?') We see that she is fully capabale of it even. She struggles with it, much more (I would argue) than either of the other two movies. She struggles to reject that part of herself and she struggles to acknowledge that she is born from that legacy (as so many would). Who would be proud to know they came from a family of Nazis? Not many people I hope.

And maybe it's because her parents chose to "be no one" that she is able to find the strength to think "maybe I don't have to go down this path." I would love to know more about her parents and how they chose to completely defy expectations, but I'll content myself for now with this:

Rey chose to reject the legacy of hate, and instead followed Anakin's own defiance. She's choosing her own legacy: combatting of hate and violence. Embracing love and hope. Learning from the mistakes of the past.

In a way, Ben Solo is right: let the past die. We must destroy the hatred and intolerance of our past. We must tear down the structures our forefathers put in place that allowed this hatred to arise and take over the galaxy. But he's also wrong. We have no way to know how to be better than our forefathers if we don't remember their mistakes. If we don't remember what they fought for and believed in. That's why "a thousand generations live within [Rey] now." She chose to follow the legacy of love and hope that the Jedi embody. And yes, the Jedi have their own problems, but that doesn't change the fact that they did their best to fight for what they thought was right. And, this is something to remember:

Yoda said: We are what they grow beyond.

Luke and Leia continued on that legacy of hope where Anakin and Padmé and Obi-Wan were unable to continue. They succeeded where those three failed. And, I hope, Rey (and Finn and Poe) will be able to succeed where Luke and Leia and Han couldn't. Where the Jedi couldn't.

It's up to everyone that comes after us to remember where they came from and discover how to grow beyond where we failed.

And now I'm back to where I began: Anakin. He tells Rey to bring balance to the Force like he once did. We hear many other voices (Luke's, Yoda's, Ahsoka's, even Kanan's and Ayala Secura's), but to me Anakin's was by far the most prominent. I love that we hear Obi-Wan's voice first ("These are your final steps"), and perhaps this is a parallel to Obi-Wan trying to call Anakin back to the light so many years ago. But Anakin's is so prominent. Ben and Rey are extremely important each other (and there is so much to unpack there), but Anakin's final push is what gives Rey strength and hope.

Anakin reminds Rey of the past. He reminds Rey that He broke free from that cycle of hate and that she can, too. Anakin is so, so important. He's the prime example that you can end the hate. End the violence. You don't have to be a Nazi like your shitty grandfather.

"Be with me. Be with me," she repeats over and over and over again. She trying to connect with the past. She's trying to understand her position in the universe. And she does, once she accepts her heritage. Once she accepts where she came from. And Anakin is there to help her take those final steps.

This whole sequel trilogy is about legacy. It's about repeating the mistakes of the past. It's about desperately trying to live up to expectations and failing them. It's about desperately trying to forget where you come from and trying to find yourself amidst the echoes of a chaotic past.

And, as always with Star Wars, it's about finding hope in the darkest of places. It's about love and family and saving the people who can't save themselves. This is the legacy that Anakin Skywalker left behind when he saved Luke from Palpatine, and this is the legacy that will continue to be remembered for every generation to come after that.

So Anakin Skywalker is still the Chosen One. He's that bright little slave boy who grew up twisted and lonely and got beaten into submission, yet still found the strength to claw his way back to the light. We all have that strength within ourselves to be better people, and now Rey can carry on that lesson and pass it down from generation to generation.

#tros #the rise of skywalker #meta #anakin skywalker #star wars #rey #long post #the chosen one #prophecy #tros spoilers #i spent way too long typing this up after texting my friend #luke skywalker #leia #i apologize for any typos #racism

254 notes · View notes

desiraypark · 4 years

Text

Love in Writing [Chapter Three]

Prologue Entire Series Chapter Two: “Peach Cobbler”

Chapter Three: “What’s It Like?”

Content:

Smut; Love-Triangle; Arranged marriage talk

First, a whisper in Rey’s ear. Rey raised an eyebrow, smirked, and nodded. Then, she disappeared. She returned to Darla’s side and slipped her something. Darla made eye contact with Finn, then she disappeared. Maintaining a certain distance, he followed her through the Jakkan mansion’s hallway. Darla pulled out a key and unlocked a door.

They’d found their way into the basement. As soon as they found a comfy spot--rested against an old chair--their lips mashed together and their tongues fought. Finn tugged at the buttons on his pants and Darla pulled down her underwear. With uncharacteristic force, Finn yanked Darla around and lifted the skirt of her dress. He planted kisses against her neck and she sighed.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she said.

“I’ve missed you more…”

Finn ran his fingertips up Darla’s slit--her plush lips warm to the touch. She shuddered at the skin touching her most intimate body part. She expected him to push his fingers inside, but instead, felt his body heat disappear, and a cool sponginess against her folds. She gripped the dusty wooden lining of the chair and squealed. Finn licked, sucked, and devoured her--making her toes curl in her shoes and her fingers grip the back of the chair. She clamped her lips shut, careful not to make any loud noises.

Soon, Finn pulled away, held up her dress, and slowly buried himself inside of her.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

“Yes. Do it hard, I need you,” Darla pleaded.

Finn grabbed her hips and worked himself in and out of her. They were desperate to moan and scream--to vocalize their appreciation for each other. All that could be heard was the muted chatter of their friends above them, and heavy footsteps every few minutes, or so. Soon, they sat on the hard, concrete floor--but the desire for pleasure was greater than their need for comfort. Darla wrapped her arms around Finn’s neck and stared into his eyes.

She bounced up and down on his sturdy, throbbing length. Her eyes soon closed and she threw her head back. Finn planted kisses on her exposed neck and chest. Finally, he grabbed her waist.

“Stop,” he whispered.

Darla slowly lifted her body away from Finn, and she dropped her face into his lap, sucking him off until he exploded in her warm mouth. Two young adults, having to sneak away for a moment’s privacy, they laughed through their pain and the ridiculousness of the situation. Finn ran the backs of his fingers along her right cheek, and she leaned in to kiss him.

Quickly, they gathered themselves and made their way back toward the parlor. As soon as they stepped in, they noticed a familiar back--the owner’s arm wrapped around Rey, and holding a glass of cordial. Rey turned around with wide eyes and swallowed, then Ben turned around.

“There you are!” he said with a smirk. He pulled away from Rey and walked over to Finn and Darla. Finn’s lips tightened, as did Darla’s. “I’m sorry,” Rey mouthed to her. Ben looked between the two of them. First, at Darla, who glanced at her feet, then at Finn, who stared back at him defiantly. “Finn.” “Ben.” The volume of the parlor lowered. Everyone was still talking, but it was obvious they wanted to hear what was going on in the foyer. Ben chuckled and took a sip of his drink. “So, Finn. Tell me. What’s it like?” “What’s what like?” Ben tilted his head and quirked the corner of his mouth. “You know…” He looked Darla up and down, then back at Finn. “Is she wet before you touch her?” he asked. He touched Darla’s cheek with his palm. “Or do you have to warm her up?” Finn swung at Ben, but Ben dodged the punch expertly. “Finn!” Poe shouted. Darla grabbed Finn by his arms and stared into his eyes, silently pleading with him as Poe rushed over. Poe looked Ben up and down, then placed his hands on Finn’s shoulders.

“Buddy?” he asked, staring into his friend’s eyes. “I’m fine!” Finn shouted, yanking away from Poe and Darla’s grip. He bumped Ben as he walked toward the parlor. “What is wrong with you?!” Darla asked. Ben smirked and shrugged. ____________________

“So glad I didn’t have to schedule an appointment to meet my brother!” Leia said sarcastically. Luke rolled his eyes and closed his office door behind Leia.

“Nice to see you, too, Sis.”

He waited for her to sit before he took his seat. “What brings you to the Skywalker estate at…” Luke looked at his clock. “Nine in the evening?”

“You make it hard to see you during the day, Luke. You know what I’ve come to discuss,” she said. “This Teven situation is wrong, Brother. And you know it.”

“Is it, Leia?” Luke asked. He opened his cigar box and held it out toward Leia. She shook her head “no”, and he took one for himself.

“It’s uncomfortable. It’s unfortunate. But is it wrong?”

“Yes! Yes, it is wrong!” Leia responded.

Luke lit his cigar and shook his head.

“A family that built their empire from the ground up is losing out to a business that makes more convenient but cheaper products. Not to mention, this family has been friends of our family since our father ruled.”

“Then we help them. We support them with our resources.”

“Resources can only go but so far, Leia. As arrogant as it sounds, the Skywalker name--that’s security for the Tevens. And for your future grandchildren. The gods know that the Solo name isn’t keeping you afloat.”

Leia shook her head. “You sound like Prime Minister Yoda.”

Luke smiled and nodded. “I do, don’t I?”

Leia smiled, too--then, quickly erased it. “You know that Finn is in love with her.”

“I know, Leia. But I made a promise to the Tevens. They want this. They need this to survive. We can help them, and they’ve agreed to help us with our causes in exchange.”

“How diplomatic of them.”

Luke shook his head. “It’s the royal way, Sis. Not all of us can rebel and marry poor war heroes to piss off our parents.”

“Han and I loved each other...”

“And now you don’t--and you’re still Alderaan’s favorite couple.”

“I still love Han. We still love each other. We clash, but we still would do anything for each other. Finn and Darla deserved that opportunity.”

“Hmph,” Luke grunted. “What about Ben? Does he deserve anything?”

“Ben has everything he could ever dream of! That’s the problem,” Leia said. “Let me have a cigar.”

Luke opened the box and held it out. Leia grabbed a cigar.

“Ben is in love with her, Leia,” he said, lighting his sister’s cigar.

Leia scoffed.

“No, he isn’t. He’s spoiled, petulant, and bored.”

“Ben has always been in love with her, Leia,” Luke repeated.

Leia blew smoke into the air. Her eyebrows crinkled. “What?”

Luke sighed. “He’s going to be pissed at me.”

“I won’t say anything.”

Luke continued. “Remember when him and Finn fought at Kenobi’s birthday dinner?”

“Of course,” Leia said, laughing at the memory. “Over what was it, a slice of cake?”

“The last slice of cake, yes. But it was more than that, Leia. I talked to him the next day.”

Leia wiggled in her seat.

“Finn gets everything. That’s what he said. The last slice of his Uncle Obi’s birthday cake. Trips to the theater--”

“Ben was always grounded, Luke. And Finn’s parents were dead, we wanted to keep the child--”

“Ben wanted his parents. He said you and Han loved Finn more than him...”

“That is not true.”

“He didn’t know that, Leia. I’ve seen the way you two talked to the kid and I’ve told you two a million times that you needed to be better parents to him.”

“We did everything we could. We gave him everything he wanted, and he still made it difficult! I love him my son. But he--”

“He just wanted you two. That’s all he wanted. He wanted trips to the theater. He didn’t want to be grounded all the time...”

Luke took a puff of his cigar. “He fell in love with her during secondary school.”

Leia shook her head. “Finn and Darla were drawn to each other long before that.”

“He knew...he just never acted on it. In his defense, he fought really hard to erase the feeling.”

Leia leaned back in the chair, flabbergasted. “He’s never said any of this to us.”

“Well, Sis, if I may be frank with you--neither of you ever made it easy for him to talk to you about anything.”

Slightly embarrassed, Leia sighed and took another puff. ____________________ TAG LIST @aloneandsleepless @adamdrivercouldchokeme @a-true-janian-reply @iamasithprincess

#love in writing #loveinwritingdesirayp

9 notes · View notes