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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 don't like your little games)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ The unwelcome intrusion drew a grunt out of her, and Rey's shoulders closed in as she coiled on herself like she was perhaps used to being woken unkindly. One eye cracked, she looked up at him, and the reality of the position she'd gotten herself into set back in.

Maybe if she just closed her eyes again, then —

No. He wouldn't be that patient.
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Go where?

[ Lack of water and unsatisfying sleep made her voice rough as she pushed her way up into a sitting position. She grabbed onto her chain and yanked at it like reins pointedly. The memory of the night before, and Ren's willingness to threaten her with throwing her to his dogs — the real ones, not the ones for hunting — kept her from making any verbal demand at least. ]
forcevisions: (echoes)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sent away and denied a place on an expedition to recover Luke Skywalker must have really stung. It was more punishment than most men in their position would face for raping a woman, let alone a few malicious advances. Whatever small comfort Rey took in the notion that they would no longer be in her company was quickly dwarfed by the other, more important realization.

An expedition to recover Luke Skywalker. A journey to Essos? She looked up at him, eyes wide and wild and—
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You're bringing me?

[ The sputter was barely coherent, like she could hardly imagine the place she had in their company. But of course, it was the surest way that the map she provided wasn't a map into Hell. Holding her accountable to her information, as though she had any proof it was valid to start with.

She was never going to see King's Landing or get a chance at sending Lady Organa's allies to warn Skywalker in advance.
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Without reporting to the King?
forcevisions: (i would lose my mind)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ She spat that out quickly enough. Not a day ago, any remarks Rey had passed about brushing shoulders with Ren, let alone the King, would have been such distant fantasy as to be hyperbole. That she even had to engage that question now showed how far her life had gone off the rails. She should have stayed in the Saltpans. ]

I have family, you know. People who'll miss me.

[ This, of course, was a lie. No one would miss Rey. He'd been correct the night previous when he'd pointed out that not a soul would remember her had she died here in the Kingswood. But days on a ship out in the middle of the ocean … She felt nauseous just thinking about it. ]
forcevisions: (echoes)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Ah— Hey!

[ She stumbled after, pulled along by the chain. And then she looked the horses over as they finished packing the camp away and — Another day of this? She'd been on her way to Storm's End. It'd take forever if they sought the coast there instead of in King's Landing through the Blackwater.

He was avoiding King's Landing just as surely as she was hoping to get to it.
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What port are you planning to leave out of?

[ An accusation lay bare in her voice as she hustled up alongside his mare, surprisingly energized for a slave and a bastard and a traitor in Redcloak custody. The other knights exchanged quiet looks as though noting that she had, if anything, grown more presumptuous over the course of the night. Not less. ]
forcevisions: (all i think about it karma)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not doing anything to their loyalty.

[ This, spoken with the grit of someone who truly doesn't understand how the mechanics of a unit work at all. She hadn't meant to do injury to their loyalty — they'd been the ones to attack her, and he'd been the one to dangle her like a steak over their heads then snatch her away. If he was suffering, though, she was all for it. He deserved it.

Still, she kept her voice a sharp whisper as she pointed that out. They were heading southeastward, putting them towards the road for Storm's End. That was going to be a bad time.
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I can't keep up with horses. That's not charity. [ None of this was, really. She didn't point that out just now. ] That's reason. You'll be dragging a corpse around asking it to guide you to Skywalker before too long. [ Then, ] We'd be out to sea faster out of King's Landing. I want to know where we're going. I want to know why. You can't ask me to be your navigator and then keep me in the dark.
forcevisions: (and he's looking for love)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Noises of panic slipped out of her but she otherwise tried to avoid fussing, obviously rigid and uncomfortable in his grip and wedged against the horn of the saddle. And, by even cursory examination, part of it was being on a horse at all. She lacked any of the natural marks of comfort.

Which made sense, of course, given her modest birth.

She made no complaint of any of this, however. Her discomfort at being stuffed between the bulk of his plate and the saddle horn could not be corrected — she tried her best to mitigate it by keeping her hands wrapped around the horn of the saddle so it wouldn't bruise her pelvis, anyway.

Maybe she would have preferred to walk. Could she tolerate days of this? Surely blistered and bleeding feet were better than stifling proximity to Ren.
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forcevisions: (tired of all these cameras flashing)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Perhaps if he wanted his men's loyalty, he should grow more used to keeping them informed. At this snap, Rey turned her head to meet the eyes of one of the bannermen. It seemed despite his apparent humanity in handling her imprisonment — a low bar, to be sure — the more unkind elements of his reputation were true, his temper among them.

A few things began to click into place at that. He did not want to give quarter to conversation on the matter of their destination, would not allow questions to his leadership. And he was avoiding reporting to the King.

Rey said nothing of it just then. She saw allies in those bannermen now — people who could be persuaded that their erratic Lord Commander did not have their best interests in mind, that he might even get their heads added to the collection Snoke kept on spikes around the Red Keep. But she would have to mind her tongue and get them alone.

The hair on the back of her neck prickled with that thought, remembering the night before, but … these men were not among those who'd harmed her. They could have been, but maybe they had an ounce of their oaths left in them after all.

When the bannermen were sent ahead an hour later to survey the road for signs of bandits, Rey seized upon the opportunity.
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I thought the Redcloaks acted on the King's will alone.
forcevisions: (with the black banners raised)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing.

[ Admitting that took nothing from her. She had no pride or status to lose, so his insults had no bite. A bastard was a bastard, and a bastard who couldn't even serve on the wall was worse. From the minute she'd been born, the gods had promised Rey no better possible position in this world than a brothel in King's Landing.

And she'd hated that idea, so she'd taken a different kind of slavery.
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But I know a thing or two about avoiding the King's will. The only reason someone wouldn't want to hear orders is if they don't plan to follow them. [ She turned in her seat to look up at him. His face was ill-proportioned and looked worse twisted into such a sour expression. More proof that lords were no different than the rest of them, she supposed. ] Why are you chasing Skywalker? You're dragging me into it; I deserve to know.
forcevisions: (how you laugh when you lie)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
That might work on your bastard prisoner, but getting to Storm's End from here will take days. Plenty long enough for people to start asking questions. [ And his bannermen were coming back up the hill, riding with a steady purpose. Signs of bandits, probably. They'd have to move with caution, which would only further slow them. ]

If you're so worried about loyalty, you're going to have to figure out something better to say to them.

[ But that was none of her business. She turned back around. Looking up at him only made her seat more uncomfortable because of the twist in her hips. But let it look like she was dismissing him out of hand, or letting the conversation lapse for the sake of company. ]
forcevisions: (show me the one i need the most)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
We don't have to.

[ He didn't want her commentary, but he did want to hurry. Rey didn't look at him as she said it, but instead jangled her chains. ]

Four against five is more than a fair fight.

[ Probably the knights had already been spotted. Probably the bandits knew they were here, and if they didn't fight back, they were going to get surrounded. Possibly they even had reinforcements deeper in the woods. Rey was not used to having a contingent behind her. She knew how to win a fight before it could escalate.

But maybe he'd just think she was calling him craven. He seemed to take everything the worst way possible. She just didn't fancy dying out here with him, even if it did appeal to her to slow them down as much as she could. Maybe, somehow, Skywalker would get word. Maybe somehow he could get away.
]
forcevisions: (Is that the kinda way)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The chill that crossed his men's face was her first clue, but she didn't get a chance to react. Immediately his hand closed around her throat, and Rey's eyes widened as she drew a failed breath. She raised her bound hands to try and pry his fingers away, but he was stronger than her. Prick. He just wanted to prove that he was to be obeyed. It didn't matter if his plan was the best one or not — as long as they listened to him.

She thrashed about for a minute, not feeling adequately able to reply because of the compression around her throat. Words wouldn't come out, just rasped choking noises. Probably for the best. The first few things she intended to say would have pushed him to kill her, not release her.

Finally she nodded, an urgent and insistent motion that pushed her chin down into his hand.

She'd never been around people like this, had never had to learn to be particularly reverent because of anything stupid like status except to Lord Plutt. And even he had so little status that it wasn't like the stories she heard of places like Riverrun and King's Landing. That was another league entirely.

Ren, though, didn't seem to think she needed experience to accept him as her better. He just was.
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forcevisions: (comes from the underground)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Songs and stories always made things like this sound thrilling and romantic. In a way that left her feeling cheated, almost. There was nothing thrilling or romantic in being caged with her arms bound between the uncomfortable metal plates of Ren's armor and the hard leather of the saddle front, swallowing the panic she felt about whether or not she might be thrown from the horse at any moment.

She managed to begrudge him his closeness even though it was the only thing that offered her security from being thrown from the saddle. She was allowed, she figured, since his armor cut painfully into her back through her thin homespun shirt.

But then, reality tended to be disappointing.

Rey knew that better than anyone. If this were a story, she wouldn't be a bastard orphan of no one important. She'd be a lost Dornish princess and Lady Organa's bannermen would help her free herself any minute now. (Not rescue her. She didn't need rescuing; she just needed help.)

Instead she was trapped with this monster, trying to ignore the pain in her back, trying not to panic that she might be thrown from the horse and trampled, waiting to see if his stupid plan got her killed because he wouldn't take her manacles off.

Sure enough, the thunder of hooves drew the attention of the bandits who lurked in the trees, and an arrow cut overhead with a whistle. He'd provoked them. Idiot. He'd told her not to speak without being spoken to, but if she didn't do something, he was going to get them killed by being a reckless fool!

She bit down on her tongue. They were Redcloaks, weren't they? Killing people was what they did. And anyway, why should she try to keep them alive? They'd kidnapped her, threatened to rape her, dragged her halfway across the Stormlands … Good bloody riddance. She'd be better off among bandits.
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forcevisions: (it's been fu)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She had not been the only orphaned bastard employed by Plutt in the Saltpans. There were others, and just like her, when they stole from him (stole things they had scavenged, of course) or disobeyed him or even just when he was in an unpleasant mood, he'd strike them. On those nights, Rey had leaned back against the wall and hugged her knees to her chest and recited the songs she'd heard on the road up from Dorne.

One of them was a song of adventure about a brave knight who'd traveled down to Dorne before the kingdoms had been united. He'd brought back a tapestry from the throne room on Dorne. The men she traveled with had always laughed, and it had taken her a while to realize why; people fought and died for that tapestry, and that knight had patted himself on the back, but he couldn't do anything with it. And he'd showed it off to his king, but he'd not gotten anything for it because he'd come back instead of properly holding Dorne.

She felt a great deal like that tapestry now, she realized. Useless luggage. She hated that feeling, and she decided so quickly. The journey thus far had already bruised her legs and back, and she wasn't allowed to talk, and she wasn't allowed to fight for her life, and she might as well be a bloody tapestry for all that Ren wanted from her.

When Ren slashed out, though, he lost his grip on her and she slipped off the side of the saddle, rolling into it and throwing her bound hands up over her head to keep his mare from trampling her. She rolled clear and fumbled her way to her feet.

She'd been right. There were more than four here now. So though the two archers had been felled, and Ren had caught one of them in the face, there were still a handful standing. They seemed to realize what they'd gotten themselves into, however. Ren's sword, at the very least, was a recognizable beast. This wasn't just a traveling group of green knights. The were Redcloaks with their Lord Commander.

These bandits didn't want to leave empty-handed though. Without purses or supplies to steal and get off with, one of them tried to grab the chain she dragged behind her just as she reached for Ren's dropped scabbard, thinking she might defend herself with it at least. It was heavy and metal and solid. But the bandit pulled her off her feet, but one of Ren's bannermen took him out swiftly enough. They closed ranks then, while she clambered back to her feet.

Tapestry indeed.

She looked up begrudgingly at the one who had interceded and wondered if that was loyalty to his Lord Commander or compassion for her. Or if it mattered. The rest of the bandits scattered and fled, giving up when they'd seen enough of their comrades' guts. They were smart, she thought, watching one of them recede out of sight in the tree cover. They'd run.

She looked down at the chain that dragged off her manacles.

She should have run. How long did she had to try to convince herself that dead would be better than this? If she stayed with them, Ren would either lose his temper and kill her, lose his temper and let his men have her, or get her killed with his own pride and stupidity.
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