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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: (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.
]
forcevisions: (you carry that seed)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck off.

[ Nearly dying had, as it turned out, cut her temper short. And she didn't have a long fuse to begin with. Rey spat at him. It came out bloody.

It wasn't just him. It was all of it. She didn't have any bloody control over her own bloody life, couldn't even defend herself when it came to it. She wanted to cry and scream and fight, and he wouldn't even let her bloody speak without choking her for it.

The soreness in her shoulder warned her that she might have popped it from its socket. She'd done that before, once, and it had taken some work and help to get back in. Leverage. He'd never help her with it — it'd mean loosening her chains. What would happen if it stayed out, bouncing on that damned horse?

She'd told him they'd have to fight. She'd told him to go back through King's Landing. She'd told him to free her. And they were still all dancing to a fool's song anyway because of a damned title.
]

You're as mad as they say. [ Mad Lord Ren cut down his own house. Mad Ren, the King's attack dog. ]
forcevisions: (calling all skeletons)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The sick bastard took joy in it. Rey couldn't stop herself. She charged him then, shoving roughly at the plate of his armor. He was too heavy to knock back in it, of course, and she was too small. In fact, pain lanced through her shoulder as she did it. She'd hurt herself more and accomplished nothing.

It didn't help. But she raised her fists again and pounded them on his breastplate and yelled like a feral thing and waited for the release of catharsis that never came. Damn him. Damn him and his Redcloaks and the King. Damn all of them. She'd never felt anything for the nobility before — they meant nothing to her, never interacted with her, barely even affected her life.

Until Ren, at least.

He should have just killed her. Maybe that was what she was really doing, ignoring the pain in her shoulder to attack him uselessly. She could provoke him this way. She'd seen his temper.
]
forcevisions: (hot like the sun)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-17 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Free of him, yes. And left alone with the consequence of the craven she was, giving up Skywalker so save her own skin. She was nothing. She meant nothing, next to him. She deserved to die for giving him up, if nothing else, but she just couldn't seem to let herself.

She tried to raise her hands to knock him across the face with her shackles — that would wipe the smug right out of him — but the sudden and burning pain drove her instead to her knees, pulling a scream from her. A scream, and hot tears.
]

I hate you.

[ She pulled her hands to her chest, trying to strike the right balance between letting the weight of the shackles pull on her rotator cuff and exercising her arm too fully and pulling it in a different way. ]
forcevisions: (toying with them older guys)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-18 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ It had hurt, the last time she'd had her shoulder set, and she knew already that Ren wouldn't be as gentle about it. When he freed one of her wrists, she reached up to her shirt and stuffed the hem at her collar into her mouth. She could at least bite down on that. Muffle the fact that she was going to scream, hope she didn't break her teeth without something more substantial to bite down on.

She didn't thank him and she didn't meet his gaze, even as the knight came over with the material for a sling. In fact, she looked down and away. She hated his charity more than she hated his anger and his stupidity and that hideous scar on his face. It made her feel worthless to need help from someone who was such a monster to her.

But she wasn't too good to turn it down, either. She held her wrist back out to him. If she couldn't use the arm because she'd damaged it, leaving it out of its socket, she'd never be able to work again. Some things were more important than pride.
]
forcevisions: (there's a killer on the corner)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-18 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ The urge to bite him nearly won out when he pried her mouth open. It was more of the same from his camp, beside that stream. Some pale shadow of gentleness, turned poisonous and made unnerving by the intimacy therein. Instead she reluctantly opened her jaw and bite down on the piece of cloak he provided. It tasted like stale blood and dust and for the first time she wondered what they used to dye those red cloaks.

That thought was ripped from her with a shout of pain that answered the pop of her joint. The ringing in her ears continued while he helped her arm into the sling and she pulled it tight on her own, padding it with that red cloth, while he went to pack up the shackles.

She'd have broken her arm earlier if she'd thought it would have gotten her out of those.

Anyway, he made that recommendation like it was up for debate.
]

More than a bit.

[ It probably wasn't up for debate. ]

Choke me for speaking out of hand when we make camp if you want, your lordship, but I'm used to sleeping outside. And I don't want to get attacked again. [ Realizing she should qualify that, she continued, ] There were more than four; that means they're spread out. We should keep on for at least a few hours and make camp well off the road after that. Just to be sure.
forcevisions: (no i don't want your number)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-18 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Soreness spread through her legs as she started after him on foot, and suddenly, Rey felt endlessly grateful that he didn't try to put her back on that saddle. Even putting aside the shoulder injury that would probably ache with every cantering movement, her whole body was sore from just the ride. It was only just hitting her now that she was on her feet.

She could feel every bruise and blister, yet somehow her legs still felt like wobbly half-numb jelly. How could it hurt so much and feel tingly and numb? Every step, she tried to lengthen her strides, hoping that it would stretch her out and make the next day less painful. She'd still be sore, but maybe not as sore.

The others were obviously used to this. Trained knights. She'd always figured people from that sort of life must have a cushy existence. And they did, obviously. They weren't hurting for supplies or anything like that. Probably they'd get to Storm's End and easily be able to secure passage, never questioning. But there was some grit to them too.

Once Ren parted from her to help with the cart, it sank in how he just … kept going. Whatever plowed him forward, it was something stronger than money or honor.

Rey, unable to help with the cart, instead led the horses up, tied tandem to each other. For a moment, she thought of hopping on one and disappearing, but they'd have the other two, and they were better riders, and her arm was in a sling. She didn't even know how to steer one. How loyal were horses to their masters? She didn't know. Finding out would probably cost her the newfound freedom she had earned, and therefore her chance to cut Ren's throat in his sleep.

She patted the side of Ren's mare as she lead it upward.
]

Thanks for taking it easy on me. [ She said genially. ] You must be quite patient, putting up with him all the time.

[ She tied them as she had seen the men do the day before at the top of the hill. It was a good campsite that Ren had spotted. Well-positioned, hard to be snuck up on. By then the cart had made it to the top of the hill with her, and any hope of disappearing into the twilight was gone. ]
forcevisions: (i don't like your perfect crime)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-19 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ While they all settled in, Rey kept her distance. She sat apart from the fire as though she were still chained to a log. She didn't want to give the impression that she meant to participate like she was here willingly. She wasn't one of them. She was their prisoner.

So she sat near the horses, back propped up against a tree, trying to ignore hunger because she didn't want to owe them anything or have Ren go on again about his charity. If they'd not taken her, she wouldn't need his charity. She'd be free and her arm would work and she could hunt for herself.

Ren returned from somewhere and his men retired to their shared tent. For a while longer, Rey kept her distance, but eventually she got hungry and made her way over to see what she could scrounge up from what they'd left behind at the fire. There's a bowl of something there, untouched. One of his men had likely left it for her.

It left her feeling weird to look at it, but not too weird to eat it.

While she shoveled it into her mouth (it was salty and tough, but ultimately edible), she watched Ren. Night had fallen completely by then, a dark cloak that shadowed everything beyond a few feet of the fire. His horse practically disappeared in the pitch.

She remained quiet for a while, but finally —
]

What happened to your face?
forcevisions: (this guy decides)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-19 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not.

[ Her reply didn't push, exactly, but it did corner him a little bit. If he'd meant to just sidestep it by dismissing her curiosity, he had failed by misattributing it. And yet … she regarded him more thoughtfully after he made that retort. She'd always been keen on hearing stories of bravery and honor. While she doubted whether his story had either, she had nonetheless revealed some of that eagerness, and he had noted it.

She went back to her food without putting further thought towards it, stirring it around for a moment. She usually ate with her right hand, but it was the one stuffed in a sling now. She had to be careful to balance the bowl between her right hand and her leg so that her less dextrous left hand didn't knock it around clumsily with the spoon.
]

And it'll be hard for you to disappoint me.

[ Seeing as she hated him. The bar was already so low. She arched her eyebrows meaningfully. If he didn't want people asking, he ought to wear his helmet or something. Surely he was used to it by now, right? It hardly seemed rude to ask with the way he flaunted it. ]
forcevisions: (and he's looking for love)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-19 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
I figured, on account of you still being alive.

[ She shoveled the last spoonful of food into her mouth, then dropped the bowl into the dust. In too many ways being unshackled left her uneasy — like a guest and not a prisoner in their camp. Bound only by her own self preservation. To that end, her eyes scanned the trees as well. ]

Pity.

[ Maybe her life wouldn't have been better, had he lost. Maybe another would have just been in his place. Maybe even someone worse. Acknowledging there could be worse made her uncomfortable, though, because it left her in that odd position to acknowledge the ways in which he had been less than a monster. Not always. Just often enough to perplex her. ]

And the opponent? I'll be sure and name my next toast for him.
forcevisions: (I'd be usin')

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-19 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The subject of her past drew an uneasy silence around them. She deserved it, she supposed., for the question she had asked. Strangely, it was the first time she felt like she had an advantage over him. If she wanted, there were many others in the world who could likely tell her the real story of how he'd gained that scar, and who he'd killed that gave it to him. Lord Commander Ren's life was a matter of public record because of the status he possessed.

If he were to try to find out the answer to why a Dornish girl had such a strange accent, a mixture of higher and lower class Riverlands layered over something oddly Dornish, only a handful could answer it, and no path between him and that information but her.
]

I live in the Saltpans. [ She offered it easily nonetheless. Hers is an unremarkable tale of unremarkable people. ] I'm working for Lord Plutt. When I've earned enough, I'll be able to return to Dorne.

[ And find her parents. The mother who had no doubt been heartbroken to lose her, and then maybe information about who her father had been. The way she said it was odd, though, in that it presumed when she was done here she would return to the Saltpans and her contract with Plutt. It was not that it had not occurred to her to solicit Ren for that return to Dorne after he had what he wanted from her — rather, she fully intended still to kill him before he got it. ]
forcevisions: (seems it never ends)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-05-19 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The moment he said aside his book, Rey knew she'd made a mistake sharing even that much. She didn't want attention to fix on this point. Some part of her knew to be sparing in her examination of it, her mind warning her away from something painful. Returning to Dorne had always been a distant thing, a light on the horizon. Never a reality.

Getting too close to it is like getting too close to the sun, and it shines a light on something she doesn't really want to see.
]

Is it common practice for you to negotiate with your prisoners? [ Throwing it back on him would remedy the situation, she hoped. He'd be reminded that he didn't need to offer her anything, and they would both forget this conversation ever happened. ]

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