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.
[ She doesn't say it with any great pride. Once, it had been a source for that. Allowing Snoke in had been a result of the power he'd given her, the training. Now it just feels like a foolish thing, to have tethered her to someone who would want to hunt her across the galaxy. In fact, she sounds sober. Aware of every ramification of it that she has been living with since she made that choice. ]
Snoke is my Master. He offered me power, and in taking it, I forged a bond between our minds. Obfuscating that link takes all my power because he already has an in — he doesn't, with you. Your task is easier.
[Ben digests all of that and -- he doesn't quite know what to do with that information. If Snoke had gotten in, what could be done to keep him out? Beyond...learning from Kira, obviously. That seems like the only real option.]
Seems to me like he's got an in.
[He reaches up to grab for her hands with the intent to lower them away from his face -- but he doesn't release them after. In fact, he's holding quite tightly. He still can't tell who's side Kira is on here.]
This physical contact isn't functional anymore. Attention is being drawn to the intimacy of it. She backs off slightly, fingers curling as she allows her hands to be drawn away from his face. Something flutters in her chest. Better not to think about it. She wants to recoil the rest of the way then, but his grip is tight. He won't let her budge. ]
If I wanted to turn you over to Snoke, you'd already be in his hands.
[ That's the fact of the matter. Whatever else he believes, he shouldn't see her as the enemy. They're on the same side now. She can't go back, no matter how she had chosen to let Snoke into her mind in the past. No matter how ingrained he was there. She hasn't worked out the specifics, but the fear of punishment is severe enough that ... She can't.
[At least, not a time he could remember. Had his mother just never told him?]
Seeing someone else's...dreams. Is that normal?
[This is the worst conversation, but he can feel Kira tugging her hands in an attempt to erase the contact between them. In response, he (very reluctantly) lets go in favor of wrapping his arms around his torso to try and reduce the overwhelmed feeling threatening to take control of him.]
[ She says it the way a child admits that they lied. There is no guidebook on what had happened to them. She had no way of knowing how to best handle that except to teach him occlumency work from the angle of general telepathy. As a result of that softness, she is slow to actually withdraw her hands once he lets her.
But she still does it. She steps out from between him and the viewport, straightening her new clothes slightly. She is still not used to them. The fit is vaguely uncomfortable, and the fabric is too soft next to her armor. ]
[He doesn't answer right away, but he does let his head clunk backward against the pilot's chair in favor of staring up into the blue hyperspace lane.]
--I mean, I always knew there was a possibility. It just never came up.
[He was the son of Leia Organa, daughter of the most powerful Force user that ever lived. The odds were 50/50 that he would inherit that trait. Assuming that was how the Force worked.
But he didn't really know anything about that.]
So. No. I didn't. And I would have preferred to keep it that way.
[ There's a sick feeling in her stomach. Something like metal chips grinding in her stomach. She can't bring herself to look at him. This is what it feels like to want to apologize for something but to not have any frame of reference for that feeling or social behavior. She doesn't like his distress, but neither does she necessarily own responsibility for it.
So she's just left uneasy. ]
You should be glad. It makes you special. You're better than other people. I felt it when I met you.
[ These are all the things that Snoke had told her, and though she knows they ring somewhat hollow to the grief he is displaying, they are nonetheless true still to her beliefs. Having this power does make her exceptional. It is the only thing that she has that separates her from being a rat in a junkyard. It is what put her on Snoke's radar, which gave her power and purpose and saw her potential realized.
She hasn't decided what she's going to do about the necessity of casting it aside yet. She hasn't figured that out. But she knows that she still wants that power, that importance. And Ben should be grateful that he has it too. ]
I have enough things in my life that make me "special". I don't want to be "special".
[Why...is he...telling her this? There's an uncomfortable stretch of silence where he seems to be asking that to the void. Its probably just better to confess, be honest, and move on trying to fix it.
If he can fix it.]
--nevermind. I don't know why I'm telling you this. You say you can teach me to make it go away, stop it from happening again, whatever?
[She can't possibly care to hear about his existential crisis. Better to focus on what he can control.]
[ There's an edge to her voice which seems to bristle at his disdain for the power he has. It writes off the only thing she has ever learned to value about herself, and as such, she cannot help but take personal insult from it. ]
Wishing it would go away won't keep anyone out. But I can teach you to use it.
[No, she knows that he doesn't want to know quite that much. So he lets that response die on his lips, worrying at them with his teeth until he finds a better way to rephrase:]
Just enough to control it from happening at random. Can you do that?
[A little voice continues to remind him that he should probably not be accepting lessons from Snoke's assassin.]
[ She hasn't seen anything like what he'd done. The power that he has matches and perhaps even surpasses her own. Beyond that, there is the matter of how unusual it is. He'd been there, almost bodily, in her mind. She can still feel his arms around her. ]
But there are no control in half measures. If you learn, you learn all of it.
[He exhales shakily and rubs his hands over his face. They're still in hyperspace. This probably isn't the best time. But it feels like a "now or never" sort of situation. So he shifts to stand, shaking off some of his nerves.]
Alright, lets--get it over with.
[It can't take that long to figure out, right? Right???]
[ Still she leads the way out of the cockpit, back into the galley where the dejarik board has aged into dysfunction. She frowns a bit. All of the spaces on this ship are too cramped to be a proper space for training, particularly for honing the mind, but —
She shakes her head to dismiss it and slides into the bench beside the board. ]
I'm going to provoke your defenses. It will hurt, but you don't need to be afraid. Pain is instructive. If you embrace it, you'll be able to hone in on that instinct and seize it. [ It's how Snoke taught her, at least. No calm meditation, no reaching out with her feelings, just pain and leaning hard on drawing out the instinctual reactions and grabs for the Force, then reinforcing them. ]
[He follows her into the galley and is about to sit down when she drops that truth bomb on him. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what he expected, but he is definitely no longer trying to sit down.]
You know what? I changed my mind. I’m good.
[Kriff literally ALL THOSE WORDS THAT JUST CAME OUT OF HER MOUTH.]
You just said the words “pain is instructive”. No thanks. I’ll stick to ignorance, unless you know another way.
[He is not about to do a round two of the first time they met. They don’t have nearly enough trust built up for him to trust her to hurt him in any fashion that was not lethal.]
[ The growling in the back of her throat seems ready to be like yeet I'm gonna do it my way anyway, no matter what you say. But she's clearly holding herself back for his benefit. At least she cares that much. 2%. She has 2% human empathy to know that she'll be in trouble and have a hard time getting him to do nice things like read books out loud to her again if she just smashes. ]
You wanted to know the way. This is it. If you refuse, you're leaving yourself open to Snoke. Leaving us both open.
[ And (potentially worse, in her opinion) he's going to keep dropping into her mind unannounced. Her fist curls against the side of the dejarik board. ]
Look, I don't want Snoke in my head any more than you do. There has to be another way. I bet the Jedi weren't the "pain is instructive" sort. What about that?
[He leans down some to get closer to her level -- it might be a little patronizing, but he also doesn't really appreciate her approach to this. He'd trusted her on his ship, they were running away together, and she wants to kick his ass right off the bat with some mind-bending bantha shit?
[ In fact, she looks offended by the insinuation that it's somehow the same. What she does know of the Jedi is that they're gross and terrible and they're responsible for all the pain in the galaxy. Obviously. They felled the Empire. ]
And even if I did, it wouldn't help you. The Dark Side is more powerful.
[ She says it like she's mulling it over, but presses her lips together and glances away hastily, grappling with some emotion. It's hard to pin down at first when she's trying so hard to suppress it, but Kira's rage is explosive, clinging onto what feels like an insult on top of betrayal after betrayal. ]
You put us in this position. You lied to me about a Resistance base, and still I stay with you on your ship. [ She has invested that trust in him despite every reason to the contrary. Survival has demanded it, and she has bent to necessity. ] And you have invaded my mind while I slept. But I cannot be trusted.
[ She slams her fist down on the dejarik board. Something cracks inside of it, a sickening sound. On second thought, it might have been the support post. It certainly looks like it's bending unevenly now. Kira doesn't stop to think about it. She slides out of the bench and gets to her feet, pacing away.
You invaded my mind on purpose. I did it on -- accident.
[He physically winces when he hears the crack, something dropping in his stomach. Despite his ownership of the Falcon, it still doesn't feel properly his -- and so damage to it hurts him more than her insults do.
His anger comes after that. He shouts after her after she leaves the galley.]
YOU STRAPPED ME TO A CHAIR AND TORTURED ME! You don't get to be self righteous about this!
Nope, she thought she was ready to just flounce and put this behind her, but he's going to be like this. He's a child who doesn't understand the ways of the world. That's the only way she can digest it. He thinks he knows what he's doing, but he's so far out of his depth.
She rounds on him, snarling. ]
And had I turned you over to Snoke as I had meant to, what do you think he would have done?! [ She's red in the face and breathing hard with the effort of holding herself back. Literally spitting mad. ] I have protected you.
[He stops short of chasing her to digest all of that. Protected him? When had she stopped planning to bring him to Snoke? He'd fled before she really had the chance to -- was she just going to cart him around the galaxy into infinity? That's kind of what they were doing now.
There's some obvious surprise on his face as he opens and closes his mouth dumbly, perhaps more than a little suspicious.]
...when...did you decide you weren't going to turn me over to Snoke?
[Let's just. Start there. There should be a "and why" attached to that but. Honestly he doesn't need to know why. It doesn't really matter. He's not dead, and apparently not on track for immediate death.
[ She seethes it like she begrudges him his power. Like she cannot stand to admit that he had bested her. He, untrained, unaware that he even had the Force. He had found a way to fend her off in Canto Bight, and he had fooled her again the day prior on Ryloth. ]
The information we want about the Resistance is in your head. I was charged with finding it. [ Something twitches in her expression — her nostrils flaring, the muscles in her jaw clenching as she slowly straightens her shoulders, reining something back in. Putting the animal back on its leash. ] I should have brought you to him then. When he realized I had allowed you to escape instead ...
[ Something flashes through her eyes. A memory. Pain. It's gone in an instant, replaced by something hard and bitter. ]
The Resistance lives because I tried to keep you from him. [ To herself. Because she was fascinated, enthralled, because she was weak. She had not explained to Snoke that Ben Solo had the Force. She had tried to keep him as hers. Now, she realizes, Snoke would likely just as soon replace her with him. She'd made the right call. ]
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[ She doesn't say it with any great pride. Once, it had been a source for that. Allowing Snoke in had been a result of the power he'd given her, the training. Now it just feels like a foolish thing, to have tethered her to someone who would want to hunt her across the galaxy. In fact, she sounds sober. Aware of every ramification of it that she has been living with since she made that choice. ]
Snoke is my Master. He offered me power, and in taking it, I forged a bond between our minds. Obfuscating that link takes all my power because he already has an in — he doesn't, with you. Your task is easier.
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Seems to me like he's got an in.
[He reaches up to grab for her hands with the intent to lower them away from his face -- but he doesn't release them after. In fact, he's holding quite tightly. He still can't tell who's side Kira is on here.]
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This physical contact isn't functional anymore. Attention is being drawn to the intimacy of it. She backs off slightly, fingers curling as she allows her hands to be drawn away from his face. Something flutters in her chest. Better not to think about it. She wants to recoil the rest of the way then, but his grip is tight. He won't let her budge. ]
If I wanted to turn you over to Snoke, you'd already be in his hands.
[ That's the fact of the matter. Whatever else he believes, he shouldn't see her as the enemy. They're on the same side now. She can't go back, no matter how she had chosen to let Snoke into her mind in the past. No matter how ingrained he was there. She hasn't worked out the specifics, but the fear of punishment is severe enough that ... She can't.
Not as long as he's alive, anyway. ]
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[At least, not a time he could remember. Had his mother just never told him?]
Seeing someone else's...dreams. Is that normal?
[This is the worst conversation, but he can feel Kira tugging her hands in an attempt to erase the contact between them. In response, he (very reluctantly) lets go in favor of wrapping his arms around his torso to try and reduce the overwhelmed feeling threatening to take control of him.]
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[ She says it the way a child admits that they lied. There is no guidebook on what had happened to them. She had no way of knowing how to best handle that except to
teach him occlumencywork from the angle of general telepathy. As a result of that softness, she is slow to actually withdraw her hands once he lets her.But she still does it. She steps out from between him and the viewport, straightening her new clothes slightly. She is still not used to them. The fit is vaguely uncomfortable, and the fabric is too soft next to her armor. ]
You really didn't know?
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--I mean, I always knew there was a possibility. It just never came up.
[He was the son of Leia Organa, daughter of the most powerful Force user that ever lived. The odds were 50/50 that he would inherit that trait. Assuming that was how the Force worked.
But he didn't really know anything about that.]
So. No. I didn't. And I would have preferred to keep it that way.
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So she's just left uneasy. ]
You should be glad. It makes you special. You're better than other people. I felt it when I met you.
[ These are all the things that Snoke had told her, and though she knows they ring somewhat hollow to the grief he is displaying, they are nonetheless true still to her beliefs. Having this power does make her exceptional. It is the only thing that she has that separates her from being a rat in a junkyard. It is what put her on Snoke's radar, which gave her power and purpose and saw her potential realized.
She hasn't decided what she's going to do about the necessity of casting it aside yet. She hasn't figured that out. But she knows that she still wants that power, that importance. And Ben should be grateful that he has it too. ]
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[Why...is he...telling her this? There's an uncomfortable stretch of silence where he seems to be asking that to the void. Its probably just better to confess, be honest, and move on trying to fix it.
If he can fix it.]
--nevermind. I don't know why I'm telling you this. You say you can teach me to make it go away, stop it from happening again, whatever?
[She can't possibly care to hear about his existential crisis. Better to focus on what he can control.]
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[ There's an edge to her voice which seems to bristle at his disdain for the power he has. It writes off the only thing she has ever learned to value about herself, and as such, she cannot help but take personal insult from it. ]
Wishing it would go away won't keep anyone out. But I can teach you to use it.
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[No, she knows that he doesn't want to know quite that much. So he lets that response die on his lips, worrying at them with his teeth until he finds a better way to rephrase:]
Just enough to control it from happening at random. Can you do that?
[A little voice continues to remind him that he should probably not be accepting lessons from Snoke's assassin.]
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[ She hasn't seen anything like what he'd done. The power that he has matches and perhaps even surpasses her own. Beyond that, there is the matter of how unusual it is. He'd been there, almost bodily, in her mind. She can still feel his arms around her. ]
But there are no control in half measures. If you learn, you learn all of it.
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Alright, lets--get it over with.
[It can't take that long to figure out, right? Right???]
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[ Still she leads the way out of the cockpit, back into the galley where the dejarik board has aged into dysfunction. She frowns a bit. All of the spaces on this ship are too cramped to be a proper space for training, particularly for honing the mind, but —
She shakes her head to dismiss it and slides into the bench beside the board. ]
I'm going to provoke your defenses. It will hurt, but you don't need to be afraid. Pain is instructive. If you embrace it, you'll be able to hone in on that instinct and seize it. [ It's how Snoke taught her, at least. No calm meditation, no reaching out with her feelings, just pain and leaning hard on drawing out the instinctual reactions and grabs for the Force, then reinforcing them. ]
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You know what? I changed my mind. I’m good.
[Kriff literally ALL THOSE WORDS THAT JUST CAME OUT OF HER MOUTH.]
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[ Spoken with a tone of voice halfway between 'I turned out fine' and 'what were you expecting?' ]
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[He is not about to do a round two of the first time they met. They don’t have nearly enough trust built up for him to trust her to hurt him in any fashion that was not lethal.]
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[ The growling in the back of her throat seems ready to be like yeet I'm gonna do it my way anyway, no matter what you say. But she's clearly holding herself back for his benefit. At least she cares that much. 2%. She has 2% human empathy to know that she'll be in trouble and have a hard time getting him to do nice things like read books out loud to her again if she just smashes. ]
You wanted to know the way. This is it. If you refuse, you're leaving yourself open to Snoke. Leaving us both open.
[ And (potentially worse, in her opinion) he's going to keep dropping into her mind unannounced. Her fist curls against the side of the dejarik board. ]
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[He leans down some to get closer to her level -- it might be a little patronizing, but he also doesn't really appreciate her approach to this. He'd trusted her on his ship, they were running away together, and she wants to kick his ass right off the bat with some mind-bending bantha shit?
No way.]
Teach me that way.
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[ In fact, she looks offended by the insinuation that it's somehow the same. What she does know of the Jedi is that they're gross and terrible and they're responsible for all the pain in the galaxy. Obviously. They felled the Empire. ]
And even if I did, it wouldn't help you. The Dark Side is more powerful.
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[He is not going to win this fight, he can tell. So he just exhales uncomfortably and leans forward to hide his face in his hands.]
I just don't want anyone in my head at all, ok? That's all. I want to be left alone.
[Since he's Anakin Skywalker's grandson and all.]
And you haven't exactly been great about that for so--forgive me if I'm not really trusting the method here.
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[ She says it like she's mulling it over, but presses her lips together and glances away hastily, grappling with some emotion. It's hard to pin down at first when she's trying so hard to suppress it, but Kira's rage is explosive, clinging onto what feels like an insult on top of betrayal after betrayal. ]
You put us in this position. You lied to me about a Resistance base, and still I stay with you on your ship. [ She has invested that trust in him despite every reason to the contrary. Survival has demanded it, and she has bent to necessity. ] And you have invaded my mind while I slept. But I cannot be trusted.
[ She slams her fist down on the dejarik board. Something cracks inside of it, a sickening sound. On second thought, it might have been the support post. It certainly looks like it's bending unevenly now. Kira doesn't stop to think about it. She slides out of the bench and gets to her feet, pacing away.
She's not going to sit here and be insulted. ]
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[He physically winces when he hears the crack, something dropping in his stomach. Despite his ownership of the Falcon, it still doesn't feel properly his -- and so damage to it hurts him more than her insults do.
His anger comes after that. He shouts after her after she leaves the galley.]
YOU STRAPPED ME TO A CHAIR AND TORTURED ME! You don't get to be self righteous about this!
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Nope, she thought she was ready to just flounce and put this behind her, but he's going to be like this. He's a child who doesn't understand the ways of the world. That's the only way she can digest it. He thinks he knows what he's doing, but he's so far out of his depth.
She rounds on him, snarling. ]
And had I turned you over to Snoke as I had meant to, what do you think he would have done?! [ She's red in the face and breathing hard with the effort of holding herself back. Literally spitting mad. ] I have protected you.
[ Like, to protect herself, but still. ]
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There's some obvious surprise on his face as he opens and closes his mouth dumbly, perhaps more than a little suspicious.]
...when...did you decide you weren't going to turn me over to Snoke?
[Let's just. Start there. There should be a "and why" attached to that but. Honestly he doesn't need to know why. It doesn't really matter. He's not dead, and apparently not on track for immediate death.
That is what is important.]
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[ She seethes it like she begrudges him his power. Like she cannot stand to admit that he had bested her. He, untrained, unaware that he even had the Force. He had found a way to fend her off in Canto Bight, and he had fooled her again the day prior on Ryloth. ]
The information we want about the Resistance is in your head. I was charged with finding it. [ Something twitches in her expression — her nostrils flaring, the muscles in her jaw clenching as she slowly straightens her shoulders, reining something back in. Putting the animal back on its leash. ] I should have brought you to him then. When he realized I had allowed you to escape instead ...
[ Something flashes through her eyes. A memory. Pain. It's gone in an instant, replaced by something hard and bitter. ]
The Resistance lives because I tried to keep you from him. [ To herself. Because she was fascinated, enthralled, because she was weak. She had not explained to Snoke that Ben Solo had the Force. She had tried to keep him as hers. Now, she realizes, Snoke would likely just as soon replace her with him. She'd made the right call. ]
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