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.
[ The warning sinks in. This time, and not any of the others, because she has seen it firsthand. Even given the chance, she does not have it in her to do what is necessary to get herself away. She's seen her failure. It's threatening the fleeting hope that she had managed to cling to after all this time.
She stares at him, resolve and disappointment writ plainly across her face alongside the grudge she bears against him. He is in some ways a kinder captor than Unkar Plutt, but she will not forget what he represents. There is still Skywalker to consider. ]
I have a name. [ She snaps this because it's the only reply she has. Plutt called her 'girl.' Plutt treated her like property. ] And I don't think you're my best shot of anything. You're a traitor. [ This is a bold accusation in the dead of night, but there's no use holding back anymore. She'd tried to kill him. Calling him a traitor to his king is nothing next to that. ] If I get caught with you, I'll burn with you. And when the King learns of it, he'll give you nothing. I'll never see Dorne or my parents or anything you've offered me.
[He fixes his sleeve out of habit, despite being swaddled in a blanket. Snoke would not see it that way, but by all letters of the law...he had not done anything wrong. Yet.]
By the time the King’s learned of anything, we’ll be out to sea, and it won’t matter.
[And it seems like that is where he is going to let the conversation lie before:]
Rey. [ She churns it out before begrudgingly adding what will only confirm an assumption, in her experience — ] Sand.
[ With that out of the way, she digs her teeth back into the technicality he clings to. Why? She still can't puzzle it out, can't make sense of him. He had gone to a lot of effort to become the King's dog, as she understood it. Why risk throwing it away because he could not wait for further orders? ]
Getting out to sea to find Skywalker won't help me get back to Dorne to — [ She bites down on her tongue, caught in a paradox of her own frustration with the way her frustration at him has loosened her tongue. What she's really getting at, instead: ] You can't promise to deliver anything except a chance to watch you die on our return.
[ She could stay in Essos, but considering the allowances made for slavery there, she's sure she'd never buy out her contract and get to Dorne. At least in the Saltpans, she had the illusion of a chance promised by Plutt. ]
What are you getting out of this? Why not help me if you have such disdain for the King's orders? We could bring Skywalker back. [ It's a long shot. Rey feels stupid even putting it out there. But he isn't denying his intent to betray Snoke, and isn't that the same thing House Organa is doing? Rebellion is rebellion. ] House Organa would protect us.
[ It demonstrates shocking naiveté for a girl who had to grow up in the Saltpans, a slave in all but name. That things would be so simple. But there's conviction there — she believes this fairytale of the good rebels and the evil king. It comforts her. ]
You are perhaps one of the most short-sighted people I've ever come across.
[He's half-mumbling now, prepared to drift off to sleep until she mentions bringing Skywalker back, or that House Organa would protect them. He snorts in an effort to suppress his amusement. Oh, the ignorance of the lowborn. He'd take pity on her if his goal were not so clear.]
House Organa does not care about you anymore than Skywalker does. Put those fantasies out of your mind. When I finish my work, I will sail you to Sunspear, and you can do as you please.
[He's not under obligation to do that much, unless honor meant anything to anyone. It doesn't mean much to him, but he also half-plans to die in Essos or on the shores of King's Landing. All of that will happen after he delivers Rey. Maybe the Gods would favor him if he kept his word.]
[ That he calls them fantasies brings a stinging sensation to her eyes. Mostly because she knows it to be true. She means nothing to any of them. To anyone. She could get swallowed up in the Narrow Sea and no one would ever know her name. No one but Ren, and to him, she was no more than the map she'd seen. ]
What work? It's not your King's work.
[ Always his king, never 'the' king. Perhaps the result of a child whose early years were spent in Dorne. Perhaps just a good measure of how the lowborn feel about Snoke. ]
Why are you chasing Skywalker if not for him? If you want me to bring you to him, at least tell me that.
[Which implies that yes, it is his King's work. He doesn't bother to point out the way she specifies that Snoke is "his" King -- its possible he doesn't even notice.
He's also not giving Rey the answer she's looking for. She doesn't know and more importantly, she hasn't earned it. Instead, he lays his large arm over his eyes after he rolls on his back.]
Get sleep, or you're going to be miserable tomorrow.
[ But despite grumbling this, she lies down on the bed, facing him. He's right, of course. It will be much worse if she hasn't slept. She doesn't have to have ridden on a ship before (sailed?) to know that. Were she with anyone else, she might have been up all night with excitement for the newness of it.
But she is with Kylo Ren. And she has failed to kill him. And so it is grief and regret and misery that keep her awake for another half hour starting at him across the narrow swatch of moonlight that comes through the window before sleep finally comes. ]
[The morning comes uneventful, and Ren is woken up by his body clock. He doesn't bother to wake Rey until he's strapped most of his armor back on. Somewhere in between tightening his greaves, he tunes into the sounds of the inn -- of which he notices there are none.
He frowns. It was early enough that there was a decent chance that nobody was hunting for breakfast as of yet -- or, perhaps the ravens had arrived early, and they were preparing for an ambush before he could reach the deckhand.
Either way, he decides in that moment that sooner is better than later.
Before he gets the rest of his armor on, he shuffles over to the other bed, resting one large hand on her shoulder to wake her.]
[ Though groggy — or perhaps because her mind is slow to rouse — Rey does not flinch away from the touch on her shoulder. Rather, it seems to bring her some comfort, despite touching her wounded shoulder. In sleep, her expression is softer, and it stays peaceful even as her light snoring cuts off and her eyes open to fix on his face.
He's close. Looming over her, but not as broad in figure as she has come to think of him. She pushes herself up slowly, the silence keeping her suspended as though still halfway in dream. She can't put her finger on why the bleak hours of morning in Storm's End, with the light barely visible through the dreary weather, persists in surreality for her. Only that it does.
Until her eyes land on his armor, still piled before the door. ]
What's wrong?
[ She can feel it. In the past, he had only approached her the moment of their departure, expecting immediate obedience. This demands preparation out of her. And the eerie tension lingers at the edges of her awareness. For that reason, her question comes out in a whisper. ]
[Well, so much for that. But at least she has good instincts. She is quiet and cautious, and that is what he needs right now. He lets her absorb the tension in the room, the permeating silence. Not even his men could be heard stirring.]
Could be nothing.
[His eyes moved to the window. Thr sun wasn’t high yet, but it was high enough to cast rays down through the rolling clouds. There was talk outside, but nothing that Ren could pick up on. And, if the ravens had arrived, why hadn’t they come upstairs and taken care of business?
He lets her draw her own conclusion as he stands and moves across the room to reattach the rest of his armor. He might need it.]
[ She slips off the makeshift sling he has made for her, stuffing it into her pockets and extending her arm for the first time since it had been injured. Better to overextend it, injure it further, and live than the alternative if something really were waiting for them.
That's all she has to take care of, though, and his armor is bulky and unwieldy. He handles it without much issue, but it's a long process, plate armor. And she doesn't want to dawdle. So she approaches him, reaches up to take the leather strap of the plate as he hoists it around his chest so she can tighten it down for him. It strains her shoulder. She bites down on the inside of her cheek to try forcing it to relax, or stretch, or something.
She's never put plate on a man before, but she's taken plenty of it off in order to bring scrap metal back from battlefields. It's not hard to figure out. It'll help speed the process along, if he'll allow it. ]
[He is somewhat startled by the way she comes to his rescue unprompted, but beyond a brief and confused glance down at her, he does not comment on it. With her holding the breastplate closed, he makes quick work of the opposite side. He finishes a bit faster than her despite the angle due to the fact that he is not injured. But when they finish, he just needs to reattach his cloak and pull his gloves on.
So he bends over for the cape and hooks it over his broad shoulders. He has to drop to one knee to reach his gauntlets. And then, when he is done, he glances to Rey long enough to force out a:]
...thank you.
[Kylo Ren fixes the last of his armor and picks up his scabbard to tie his sword down. But, just in case, he draws it. They could be walking into an ambush, or it could be nothing at all. He is somewhat regretting allowing his men to drink quite so much.
He squares himself and puts his hand on the handle to push it open, stepping out to get a better look of the inn.
If an ambush had occured. they were thorough in cleaning it up. The common area was empty, save for a grizzled old man sweeping the floor.]
[ When he looks up to thank her, Rey feels an uneasy prickling sensation wash over her. It's not for him, she reminds herself, looking away. If something has happened, he's between her and a painful death. Possibly a slow torture. It's hard to say, with men who have the sort of reputations Snoke and Hux do. She's not stupid. And she's not softening to him. She's just terrified of what he's dragged her into.
That's also, she thinks, why she regrets keeping awake to try and slit his throat in his sleep. Not because of the rage and betrayal, but because now she would be exhausted if they did have to fight for their lives.
She keeps behind him as he steps out into the inn. Even keeps quiet her questions about why he wouldn't rouse his men too, if something's really wrong. But there's just an old man there, doing his job. Rey scoffs at her own fear, and Ren's caution, and she steps around him to approach the man. ]
Is it always so quiet at this hour?
[ The old man looks up at her, and only when she's in front of him does she realize that she doesn't recognize him from the night before. The inn's staff had been kind to her. Had tried to help her, when they saw who she was with. But not him. ]
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She stares at him, resolve and disappointment writ plainly across her face alongside the grudge she bears against him. He is in some ways a kinder captor than Unkar Plutt, but she will not forget what he represents. There is still Skywalker to consider. ]
I have a name. [ She snaps this because it's the only reply she has. Plutt called her 'girl.' Plutt treated her like property. ] And I don't think you're my best shot of anything. You're a traitor. [ This is a bold accusation in the dead of night, but there's no use holding back anymore. She'd tried to kill him. Calling him a traitor to his king is nothing next to that. ] If I get caught with you, I'll burn with you. And when the King learns of it, he'll give you nothing. I'll never see Dorne or my parents or anything you've offered me.
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[He fixes his sleeve out of habit, despite being swaddled in a blanket. Snoke would not see it that way, but by all letters of the law...he had not done anything wrong. Yet.]
By the time the King’s learned of anything, we’ll be out to sea, and it won’t matter.
[And it seems like that is where he is going to let the conversation lie before:]
What is it, then? Your name.
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[ With that out of the way, she digs her teeth back into the technicality he clings to. Why? She still can't puzzle it out, can't make sense of him. He had gone to a lot of effort to become the King's dog, as she understood it. Why risk throwing it away because he could not wait for further orders? ]
Getting out to sea to find Skywalker won't help me get back to Dorne to — [ She bites down on her tongue, caught in a paradox of her own frustration with the way her frustration at him has loosened her tongue. What she's really getting at, instead: ] You can't promise to deliver anything except a chance to watch you die on our return.
[ She could stay in Essos, but considering the allowances made for slavery there, she's sure she'd never buy out her contract and get to Dorne. At least in the Saltpans, she had the illusion of a chance promised by Plutt. ]
What are you getting out of this? Why not help me if you have such disdain for the King's orders? We could bring Skywalker back. [ It's a long shot. Rey feels stupid even putting it out there. But he isn't denying his intent to betray Snoke, and isn't that the same thing House Organa is doing? Rebellion is rebellion. ] House Organa would protect us.
[ It demonstrates shocking naiveté for a girl who had to grow up in the Saltpans, a slave in all but name. That things would be so simple. But there's conviction there — she believes this fairytale of the good rebels and the evil king. It comforts her. ]
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[He's half-mumbling now, prepared to drift off to sleep until she mentions bringing Skywalker back, or that House Organa would protect them. He snorts in an effort to suppress his amusement. Oh, the ignorance of the lowborn. He'd take pity on her if his goal were not so clear.]
House Organa does not care about you anymore than Skywalker does. Put those fantasies out of your mind. When I finish my work, I will sail you to Sunspear, and you can do as you please.
[He's not under obligation to do that much, unless honor meant anything to anyone. It doesn't mean much to him, but he also half-plans to die in Essos or on the shores of King's Landing. All of that will happen after he delivers Rey. Maybe the Gods would favor him if he kept his word.]
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What work? It's not your King's work.
[ Always his king, never 'the' king. Perhaps the result of a child whose early years were spent in Dorne. Perhaps just a good measure of how the lowborn feel about Snoke. ]
Why are you chasing Skywalker if not for him? If you want me to bring you to him, at least tell me that.
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[Which implies that yes, it is his King's work. He doesn't bother to point out the way she specifies that Snoke is "his" King -- its possible he doesn't even notice.
He's also not giving Rey the answer she's looking for. She doesn't know and more importantly, she hasn't earned it. Instead, he lays his large arm over his eyes after he rolls on his back.]
Get sleep, or you're going to be miserable tomorrow.
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[ But despite grumbling this, she lies down on the bed, facing him. He's right, of course. It will be much worse if she hasn't slept. She doesn't have to have ridden on a ship before (sailed?) to know that. Were she with anyone else, she might have been up all night with excitement for the newness of it.
But she is with Kylo Ren. And she has failed to kill him. And so it is grief and regret and misery that keep her awake for another half hour starting at him across the narrow swatch of moonlight that comes through the window before sleep finally comes. ]
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He frowns. It was early enough that there was a decent chance that nobody was hunting for breakfast as of yet -- or, perhaps the ravens had arrived early, and they were preparing for an ambush before he could reach the deckhand.
Either way, he decides in that moment that sooner is better than later.
Before he gets the rest of his armor on, he shuffles over to the other bed, resting one large hand on her shoulder to wake her.]
Come. Its time.
[No need to startle her with his paranoia.]
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He's close. Looming over her, but not as broad in figure as she has come to think of him. She pushes herself up slowly, the silence keeping her suspended as though still halfway in dream. She can't put her finger on why the bleak hours of morning in Storm's End, with the light barely visible through the dreary weather, persists in surreality for her. Only that it does.
Until her eyes land on his armor, still piled before the door. ]
What's wrong?
[ She can feel it. In the past, he had only approached her the moment of their departure, expecting immediate obedience. This demands preparation out of her. And the eerie tension lingers at the edges of her awareness. For that reason, her question comes out in a whisper. ]
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Could be nothing.
[His eyes moved to the window. Thr sun wasn’t high yet, but it was high enough to cast rays down through the rolling clouds. There was talk outside, but nothing that Ren could pick up on. And, if the ravens had arrived, why hadn’t they come upstairs and taken care of business?
He lets her draw her own conclusion as he stands and moves across the room to reattach the rest of his armor. He might need it.]
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That's all she has to take care of, though, and his armor is bulky and unwieldy. He handles it without much issue, but it's a long process, plate armor. And she doesn't want to dawdle. So she approaches him, reaches up to take the leather strap of the plate as he hoists it around his chest so she can tighten it down for him. It strains her shoulder. She bites down on the inside of her cheek to try forcing it to relax, or stretch, or something.
She's never put plate on a man before, but she's taken plenty of it off in order to bring scrap metal back from battlefields. It's not hard to figure out. It'll help speed the process along, if he'll allow it. ]
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So he bends over for the cape and hooks it over his broad shoulders. He has to drop to one knee to reach his gauntlets. And then, when he is done, he glances to Rey long enough to force out a:]
...thank you.
[Kylo Ren fixes the last of his armor and picks up his scabbard to tie his sword down. But, just in case, he draws it. They could be walking into an ambush, or it could be nothing at all. He is somewhat regretting allowing his men to drink quite so much.
He squares himself and puts his hand on the handle to push it open, stepping out to get a better look of the inn.
If an ambush had occured. they were thorough in cleaning it up. The common area was empty, save for a grizzled old man sweeping the floor.]
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That's also, she thinks, why she regrets keeping awake to try and slit his throat in his sleep. Not because of the rage and betrayal, but because now she would be exhausted if they did have to fight for their lives.
She keeps behind him as he steps out into the inn. Even keeps quiet her questions about why he wouldn't rouse his men too, if something's really wrong. But there's just an old man there, doing his job. Rey scoffs at her own fear, and Ren's caution, and she steps around him to approach the man. ]
Is it always so quiet at this hour?
[ The old man looks up at her, and only when she's in front of him does she realize that she doesn't recognize him from the night before. The inn's staff had been kind to her. Had tried to help her, when they saw who she was with. But not him. ]