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ĸylo ren ([personal profile] sololoquy) wrote2018-12-23 07:46 am

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WISHLIST (TROS SPOILERS)


anything force-bond related, but especially:
  • slow-burn corruption (either direction)

  • inappropriately timed force bond moments (both nsfw and humor approaches)

  • dream-sharing

  • emotional bleed/transference (from rey, involving other parties)

  • inappropriate force bond voyeurism on rey/poe or rey/finn

  • mid-conversation force bond interruption

  • The Rise of Skywalker- Cross-galaxy chase of the Resistance


anything related to ben solo, but especially:
  • snoke confessionals with family or friends of family

  • returning to the light

  • smuggler life style

  • jedi knight ben

  • resistance-fighter ben

  • The Rise of Skywalker- Force Ghost communications w/ Rey


anything related to supreme leader kylo ren, but especially:
  • fall via coup

  • resistance fighter reconditioning (gen or nsfw)

  • force ghost visits from anakin/luke/rey/leia/snoke

  • defeat by the resistance, and subsequent aftermath

  • The Rise of Skywalker- Mole Discovery w/ Hux


canto bight:
  • shady weapons deals

  • picking up prisoners

  • recruitment

  • obligatory dinner party

  • general casino shenanigans

  • beach party

  • basically any reason you can think of to use canto bight as a setting piece


A note on romance:
I will ship all of the new trilogy characters with Kylo Ren (except Snoke/Family).
But I have no interest in exploring domestic-style takes on them.
Thank you for understanding.
forcevisions: (I'm so full of love)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ The lack of scratching from the dogs offers her peace, at first. She only thinks to look down in time to see one of his thicker knights preparing to scale the tree. He's worse at it than she is, trained knight or no. She gets to her feet then, wary and ready to pounce away, but—

There's another climbing up the next tree.

Balls. All of it, balls.

They would hold her in cells in King's Landing, if she ever made it to cells. If he didn't turn her into a meal for his dogs. If, if, if. Lady Organa apparently had allies in King's Landing. Perhaps when they heard what her crimes were, they would save her. Come to her rescue and whisk her away through some secret tunnel and —

It was the fantasy of a child. A fairytale. She'd be better to jump now, let her neck break, and never risk them hearing where Skywalker was. If she didn't, they'd torture it out of her.

She straightens her knees, trying to bring herself to do it. She can do it. Skywalker is their only chance, for once in her stupid, worthless life she doesn't have to be selfish. She can just … She can do this. Her life is worth less than his, and if she's captured, it's a matter of when — not if — they pull Skywalker from her. She knows this. Knows this, and yet …

A lifetime of survival cannot be overriden. She can't bring herself to jump.

She pulls the knife from her belt and for a moment it looks like she might raise it against his knight, the one climbing after her. She levels it at him, grasped in both hands, but —

It'll hurt worse, and she'll lose. She'll lose.

Surviving today is the first battle.

She drops the knife and lets it plunge to the forest floor, holding up her hands.
]

It's gone. Kill me and you'll never know what was in it.

[ The knight hesitates as he gets high enough in the tree to grasp her, then looks down at Ren for guidance. ]
forcevisions: (also known as a hustla)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ With a stubborn shout, she kicked at the knight who grabbed for her. The panic that lanced through her was the panic of a girl who knew what happened to girls taken in by the so-called honorable Redcloaks. She didn't want any one of them touching her. That was certain. ]

I surrendered!

[ She shouted it not once but twice more before finally the knight wrestled her from the tree and she hit her head on a branch coming down. Dazing her, not knocking her out. It got her just slow enough that his comrades in armor could close in around her, and all she could see was the swishing curtain of their cloaks against the soil.

She felt sick. The lacquer on that piece of parchment, probably. She'd heard a boy in the Saltpans tell her once that it was made of the same stuff they embalmed lords and ladies with. Or maybe it was the blow to the head. She swallowed that feeling down and allowed them to drag her to her feet.

While the climbing guards collected and donned their armor, the others bound her arms flat to her sides in a coil of rope. Flat. Snug. Painful. It threatened to cut off her circulation, but then, they wouldn't need her arms to get information out of her.

They wouldn't need much to get information out of her.

Stupid, she chastised herself. Just look a little further in front of your face. Should have jumped.
]
forcevisions: (you are my best i'll never know)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Delayed? What the hell did that mean?

He wasn't taking her back to King's Landing?

When the rope changes hands, Rey gets a rude awakening, jerked along as she is quite suddenly by it going taut because of the pace Ren's horse keeps. She staggers along, picking up her pace. If she falls, she seriously doubts that any one of them will care. They'd probably laugh at her. Kick her.

Little lords and ladies might be fooled into believing that the Redcloaks had any honor at all, but Rey came from the Saltpans. She knew better. She'd seen the sorts of things they did, and she didn't doubt for a second that they would have broken her for punishment, not out of necessity.

Again she finds herself thinking she should have jumped, and whether it was too late to kill herself another way.
]

Delayed by what? [ If he hasn't killed her yet, he's not going to kill her for being blunt and asking what the hell they're doing with her. ] Where are we going?
forcevisions: (all the damage done)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Traitor, traitor. He keeps sticking that knife between her ribs like it's supposed to mean something, but what has the crown ever done for an orphan girl from Dorne, trapped in the Saltpans doing a slave's work in a kingdom that was supposed to have outlawed slavery?

His men had killed those slavers, but they weren't pulling Lord Plutt out of the Saltpans.

It's the rest of what he says that is more shocking to her. Other couriers? Did that mean he had already seen the message anyway? No. She'd be dead if that were true. Was he lying, then? Were there no others? Or was it that they were distractions, and like one of his hounds, he had sniffed her out like a wounded animal?

None of these options appealed. She tried to clear her mind of them. No use dwelling on them. For now, she lived. That's what mattered.
]

Does my lord often need others to tell him how to think? Good thing you joined up with the Redcloaks, I suppose. That's one way to get it. [ She wanted her mouth to stop moving. Really, she did. Mouthing off wasn't going to keep her alive any longer, and alive had such a broad definition in the first place.

But in part that was why she did. He hadn't let his dogs eat her. And he hadn't had his men break her limbs like he'd threatened. So far he was a lot of empty threats. He needed something from her. If other couriers had existed, they certainly didn't have the information about Skywalker. But the Lord Commander knew that they ought to have had it.
]
forcevisions: (to your name and your keepsakes)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ An unchecked yelp answers the sudden jerking motion, but any other sound is cut off by the hand closing around her throat. She can't scramble to pry it away, not with her arms bound at her sides like this. Somehow that only hammers his point home. She kicks instead. It's not the mare's fault her master is a monster, but Rey risks kicking her in the ribs anyway. Maybe she'll get spooked and run and Rey will be jostled from his grip.

But he dropped her just as she managed a good kick and she was just left falling on her ass despite his efforts to prevent it. The rope wasn't properly long enough, and he moved right away, so she fumbled behind him, dragged. The rocks on the forest floor scraped up her legs through her pants, and she was bleeding through a hole left behind by the time she finally got her heels back under her to chase his horse.

Fear quickened her pulse. It occurred to her to beg, but what good would it do? Giving him what he wanted wouldn't save her. So instead she glanced around to take inventory of his men. Only a few remained stoic and unresponsive in the face of Ren's threat. One of them was grizzled enough that he might have still had some honor of the old King. The other two were probably just uninterested in women.

No allies. No honor. No saviors. If she was going to get out of this, she'd have to do it herself. When they stopped, maybe.

Two of them quipped and elbowed one another further back. The two who'd climbed the trees. She took stock of the weapons she could see on them. A sword and dagger each. Plus the plate — that was probably heavy enough to hit them with, provided she had hands to lift it. If she'd had a mother, she'd probably have warned Rey about letting herself get into a position like this one.

Silence stretched after that, his threat finally doing enough to curb her sharp tongue as she marched alongside him.
]
Edited 2018-05-16 16:13 (UTC)
forcevisions: (i can't believe)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rey did not like one bit that she was being brought, bound and alone, off to the side of this camp with Ren. That creek was deep enough to drown her in. Or to start drowning her, and—

She pushed those thoughts away, calling on an image of rolling desert hills in the back of her mind to put herself at peace. If he was going to torture her, she wasn't going to stop him by worrying about it. She'd only work herself up.
]

Kylo Ren.

[ She spat the name like an accusation — and in Westeros, it was. ]

You stripped yourself of the name of your house and took a new one when you became Lord Commander. Everyone knows who you are. [ A long pause. She didn't look at him. If she looked at him, she'd feel that bone-deep fear that came with seeing those soulless, impassive eyes. ] M'lord.

[ Because truly, probing at his bad reputation wasn't going to help her any, so she could at least offer him the courtesy of common manners. For as far as that would go. ]

What are you planning to do with me? [ Planning to, she said. Not going to. He wouldn't succeed, if there were any gods at all. ]
forcevisions: (break my walls down)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They were not going back to King's Landing, she realized, because the cells there and the methods they had for dealing with prisoners would not allow for what men like Lord Commander Ren did to get information. She would not make it to Lady Organa's allies in King's Landing. They would not be able to free her. She was not a hero of some great resistance against an unjust throne.

She was just an obstacle. And everyone in Westeros knew how Kylo Ren handled obstacles.
]

I owe you less than nothing.

[ And Lady Organa hadn't chased her down like a game animal, bound and dragged her behind a horse, and laid hands on her. If he'd been any closer, she'd have bit him. Maybe she'd still get the chance. (No, she thought, she didn't want that chance.) ]

You killed those people. Slaughtered them like pigs. I'm not giving you anything.
forcevisions: (also known as a hustla)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Somehow, gentle was worse. Gentle wormed its way under her skin the way the bruise had. Kindness had no place in him; it felt wrong. She jerked her chin away roughly — if anything, just to resist on principle, though her hands trembled. ]

Don't touch me.

[ Focusing on this spared her focusing on what he was saying. What was he saying? She was a bastard. A nobody. He was right; if he left her here dead, gutted, she'd be forgotten. Not a single person would mourn. No one.

But it had to be that way. She had no name. No house.
]
forcevisions: (i can't believe)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There was no point to crying. He wouldn't feel sorry for her, and it wouldn't stop him, but tears threatened behind her eyes anyway, burning. The effort of holding them back contorted the firm line she set her mouth into.

He was right, of course. House Organa meant nothing to her. And she meant nothing to them. They weren't going to come for her. Lady Organa's contact in King's Landing was not going to save her. Finn, the only person who even knew what she'd been doing, was long gone — probably well up towards the wall by now where it would be safer, where no one would look twice.
]

Don't.

[ She pressed her eyes shut. Damn. ]

Please.

[ But such pleas would mean nothing to him either, not if she didn't give him what he wanted as well. ]

I don't know anything about Skywalker. I don't know what was in the message. I couldn't read it.

[ A lie, but would he know that she was anything but some illiterate bastard? With an accent like hers, maybe. More to the point, she'd gone an awful long way to keep him from reading it for someone who had no idea what it contained. ]
forcevisions: (it's all that you need)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
No. [ On the first step, the refusal erupted from her lips. From there she tried to dig her heels in and resist, gouging the soil with her worn boot soles. ] No, no. No, don't!

[ She staggered along with him, giving way once she was at risk of coming off balance, but after a handful of steps she realized that her weight was the only tool she has. Rey let herself fall. That, of course, only meant being dragged, and with her arms pinned, it's not a particularly dignified drag either, one that requires her to use her legs as a rudder.

She even tried to kick at his ankles and the backs of his knees before finally —
]

Stop. STOP! I'll tell you. [ She thrashed. ] I'll give you what you want.

[ Craven, whispered a dark part of her mind. ]
forcevisions: (it's been fu)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The abrupt halt granted her a face full of dirt, but she rolled over in time to notice it was his men that he turned his fury on, quieting their heckling. It did little to soothe the panic that left her skin clammy and tight. She'd spent a lifetime dressing herself in men's clothing to avoid these sorts of situations. That he could turn that cruelty on and off at a moment's notice, that he didn't even hesitate, told her everything she needed to know about him.

Kylo Ren was the monster everyone made him out to be. And right now, her life was in his hands.

She looked up at him, dirt smeared across her sweaty face, and she knew she didn't have another chance. Her chest heaved with every panicked breath, never slowing or easing because her pulse never quite slowed. She didn't believe that she was out of danger. Not yet.
]

What are you going to do when you find him?

[ She knew the answer already of course. This was only self-flagellation for being a fucking pussy and backing off of her principles the minute he got his hands on her. They were animals. All of them. As soon as they got what they wanted, she'd be lucky if they killed her quickly. It stood to reason that Ren might just keep dragging her up the hill.

Unless she had a way to convince him not to. Though, speaking of animals — they didn't have ravens with them. He'd sent a runner instead. No parchment then either, probably. There had been that map of the dock in Lys on the parchment. Maybe if she promised her cooperation in drawing it, then—

Maybe.
]
forcevisions: (your love is anemic)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Essos.

[ She slumped as the word passed her lips, the hollow disappointment of defeat swelling in to fill the void as the fight drained out of her. She blinked away tears but a few of them trickled out the corners of her eyes, running straight back into her hair. She turned her head to hide them and spit dirt out of her mouth to give herself greater cover. ]

There was a map. [ This came out hatefully, as though she begrudged Ren every word she spoke. He had forced them from her, after all. It didn't matter that even now she tried to stay vague, to offer him all of the free cities to search instead of just Lys. He would get what he wanted. ] Untie my bonds. Promise me my freedom, and I can recreate it for you.

[ And maybe she could slit his throat. They likely had no paper here, and he'd have to keep her alive and cooperative at least that long. ]
forcevisions: (in the cold i stood)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-16 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The panic with which she started to try kicking up a fuss near his tent told a story of what she thought he was bringing her there for. Plenty of lordlings believed themselves to be the gods' gift, so his promise of further rewards didn't mitigate the possibility. But when he pushed her down not into the tent, but onto a log, she stopped struggling against the rope.

It earned him a few moments of — not trust, not exactly, but patience. Willingness to see where this was going, as he bound her legs and changed her restraints out for something looser, more forgiving.

Rey rubbed at her arms where she could as soon as she had the room to, putting feeling back into them and considering the rope burns that the ordeal had left her with. She wasn't free. Not exactly. But she was in better circumstances than she had been.

He'd be a fool to think for a minute that one moment's restraint from cruelty would make her forget the rest. She grudgingly lifted her head to look at him. Despite the freedom in her hands, she wasn't wiping the dirt and sweat away yet. She'd grown used to it after a lifetime.

And she still didn't want to be chained to a log she couldn't drag.
]

I need to piss.

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