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 sounds almost sad, saying it. there's honesty there. maybe snoke had counted on this. surely he would have anticipated — he knew everything. the deepest parts of her soul had been bared to him so many times that she didn't think there was anything she could do that he hadn't accounted for.
but there is an admission there. a budge. she can scarcely imagine it, but she can imagine it. there's fear of the uncertainty there. being under snoke's control means safety. shelter. an army at her back. beyond his reach ...
the disrepute of snoke's enforcer was still better than the anonymity of just another orphan, another nobody, another slave. ]
[There's some humor in his voice, but its short lived. The situation, for him, is actually quite dire. Whether or not she actually decides to release him, he has to imagine there is a target on his back if Snoke wants him.
You don't understand what you're talking about. Nowhere in the galaxy is beyond Snoke's reach.
[ and she believes that. he had rooted her out of a junkyard on jakku, had her brought here to the scummiest place in scumsville to purchase her like a purebred fathier. if either of them thought he couldn't do it again, they'd be playing themselves.
stars, is she actually entertaining the thought? she releases her grip and takes a step back. ]
[He flinches a little when she lets go of him, expecting the worst -- only to find that it didn't come.
Ok. Good. He could do this.]
There are plenty of things Snoke can't reach, or he wouldn't have sent you here.
[He seems a little wary to even bring it up. She'd done a decent job of scaring him, but there is sincerity in his voice. He'd been running free for years, the son of Leia Organa. And yet, it happened to be a bit of bad luck that tipped Kira off that he was there in the first place.
If nowhere in the galaxy was beyond his reach, what took him so long?]
[ she lowers her gaze, turning away from him. she doesn't want to look at him as she makes this admission. it will only serve to shame her further. ]
There's nowhere I can go to get beyond his reach. He is as much a part of me as your mother is a part of you.
[ perhaps that is the best way to describe it. snoke had made her, formed her, cultivated this darkness in her, and now he lurked in those corners. even now, if he wanted to, he could feel this conversation. lean into it. understand what she did. why had he not interrupted? what did he hope would happen? ]
[If that were the case, then he was well and truly Fucked. She turns around, and he takes the opportunity to try and relax, letting his head clunk against the metal. His eyes drift shut to try and ward off the throbbing pain in his skull.]
When was the last time you tried?
[He exhales out of his nose, realizing that was probably the wrong thing to say before he can stop himself.]
[ her repetition is dry and dismissive. she does not have to do anything. not because he asks it, certainly. only one person has that kind of power over her. she wipes sweat off the back of her neck. she's feeling the fatigue of this session now too, though not nearly as badly as he is. ]
Is this your strategy? Trying to talk your way out of this? That's pathetic.
[Ben clears his throat, trying to sound less exhausted than he is. He fails. Fortunately, he's a difficult man to insult. That's what having no self-esteem does to a person.]
Actually, I'm just--talking. In my experience, its a little difficult to just talk yourself out of binders.
[She mentions his 'abilities', and he starts laughing nervously. He can't help it -- its just so ridiculous. And yet also undeniable, given what he had just done.
the sound startles her because at first she's like oh of course he's crying. i'd be crying too. but no. she turns to look at him, eyes widening slightly. who is this asshole? she purses her lips, dissatisfied with that response on pretty much every possible level. ]
[ and it doesn't need to happen all at once. she considers him now, his fatigue. it would be easy to go in now and force him to turn, but … it would be a better show to take her time with this. these are the justifications she leans on, but she is not entirely obtuse to the fact that there's something else there. his arguments are not entirely without appeal. ]
Is there another way you'd prefer that I restrain you?
[ there's something too impatient about the way that she asks — digging at him for being choosy in his prison — for it to be taken as anything untoward. ]
she does, however, consider him again, reevaluating. he'll take time. patience. and, maybe, there's a better way to do this. she's not sure what that is yet of course — she's never had to find a better way to do anything than force — but she's at least starting to entertain the question. ]
If you wanted freedom, you should have come willingly.
[He says it without looking up, in his now permenant pouting tone of voice. At least she did him the favor of exhausting him (phrasing?) so he will at least have a chance of passing out to slumber, instead of no chance at all.]
ben's binders come open with a twitch of kira's fingers, his slumped posture almost takes him straight out of the metal rack without them to support him. she doesn't move to assist in any way, even though he's probably close to collapse at this point. ]
Ben’s eyes snap open roughly about the same time the binders click open, adrenaline rushing to respond as he nearly fails to catch his own weight on too-long legs. He grips the chair like a lifeline, stepping to try and rebalance himself only to find that his legs are both jello and asleep from non-use. Ultimately, he ends up on his hands and knees, shoulders quivering and fingertips full of pins and needles.
But he finds enough strength to look up at Kira, completely and wordlessly baffled.]
[ she struggles to identify this feeling of compassion for what it is, but … she knows that the way snoke did this to her is not the only way. she thinks of organa's face, of the warmth she had felt in ben's mind when she'd first—
it soothes the aching void in her chest. just a little. it's selfishness, made to perform the outward expression of kindness. she wants to see more of that, to feel … something. anything but pain. and as a result, she does not want him to suffer pointlessly in here; it would be a waste.
he's right about one thing. no one can make her do something she doesn't want to do, and she doesn't want exactly this.
but not exactly what he's asking for either. ]
Get up. [ there's no softness about her voice. ] Follow me.
[Well — she hasn’t killed him yet. Following her seems like a not super great idea, but she has already proven that she could stop him without much difficulty. So, with some difficulty because of his exhaustion, he stands (using the chair to support himself as he does) and moves toward her. His bootsteps start heavy as he forces feeling back into his knees and toes.
He wants to ask her why, but like a scolded animal, it seems he has at least started to learn when to sit and when to speak.]
[ for a purpose such as this, she's a lead from the front sort. the door slides open without any clear indication of what she did to make it happen, so it's obvious that she wants to remind him of the power she holds to keep him here.
there's a snappy purpose to her stride, but she's also not moving faster than he can follow in his present (pathetic) state. she had, after all, been the one to reduce him to it. she should be aware of the limitations it poses.
the halls of her shuttle are mostly empty, but for a pair of stormtroopers on patrol and what looks like a low level officer supervising maintenance work. there's little question where the rest are — FN-2187 and his stolen weapons would need their attention.
kira doesn't invite conversation, and her presence dissuades questions and commentary from the others around the shuttle as well. no one even gives them a second glance. it would be an easy getaway. would be. but anyone with a sense of a shuttle's layout would pick up quickly on the fact that she is taking them in the opposite direction of the ramp. ]
[He'd be a poor Solo if he didn't notice where she was taking him, which was away from the exit ramp. Mapping the way is easy enough to guess, even in spite of the fact that he'd never been on a First Order command vessel before. The layout was simple and efficient, not meant to guard any sort of precious cargo like the Falcon was.
He hadn't really expected her to release him to start with, so the fact that she isn't letting him loose into the wild isn't exactly a surprise.]
So...this is a nice ship.
[Because silence is awkward, and Ben Solo is twice as.]
[ she says it stiffly, the sort of defensive tone that demands to know why she's being expected to speak at all. perhaps once he had turned, she'd take him through the hangar bay where the TIE complement was docked. ben may be an idiot, but he was a clever pilot. he had to be, to have evaded them this long.
and he's right to compliment it. the cruiser is almost as spacious as its civilian equivalents despite the compacting that had to be done to outfit it with the weapons systems necessary to combat the resistance. but it's not so spacious that this conversation needs to drag out excessively long.
they reach the crew quarters soon. the cruiser runs a relatively small crew, but not so small that there aren't bunks built on top of each other in most of the rooms. most, but not all. she leads the way to the back of it and punches a code in beside one of the far doors.
it slides open. it's lived in, but still clean enough that it might have been fresh off the assembly line not so long ago. possessions are sparse, none of them giving notable personality to the room. a datapad here. a spanner there. she gestures for him to go in. it's not a real bedroom, of course. the bunk is built into the back wall. but there's a small bench and a desk-sized table. ]
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[ she sounds almost sad, saying it. there's honesty there. maybe snoke had counted on this. surely he would have anticipated — he knew everything. the deepest parts of her soul had been bared to him so many times that she didn't think there was anything she could do that he hadn't accounted for.
but there is an admission there. a budge. she can scarcely imagine it, but she can imagine it. there's fear of the uncertainty there. being under snoke's control means safety. shelter. an army at her back. beyond his reach ...
the disrepute of snoke's enforcer was still better than the anonymity of just another orphan, another nobody, another slave. ]
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[There's some humor in his voice, but its short lived. The situation, for him, is actually quite dire. Whether or not she actually decides to release him, he has to imagine there is a target on his back if Snoke wants him.
To bring Leia? Or for something more sinister?]
But it'd be a start.
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[ and she believes that. he had rooted her out of a junkyard on jakku, had her brought here to the scummiest place in scumsville to purchase her like a purebred fathier. if either of them thought he couldn't do it again, they'd be playing themselves.
stars, is she actually entertaining the thought? she releases her grip and takes a step back. ]
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Ok. Good. He could do this.]
There are plenty of things Snoke can't reach, or he wouldn't have sent you here.
[He seems a little wary to even bring it up. She'd done a decent job of scaring him, but there is sincerity in his voice. He'd been running free for years, the son of Leia Organa. And yet, it happened to be a bit of bad luck that tipped Kira off that he was there in the first place.
If nowhere in the galaxy was beyond his reach, what took him so long?]
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[ she lowers her gaze, turning away from him. she doesn't want to look at him as she makes this admission. it will only serve to shame her further. ]
There's nowhere I can go to get beyond his reach. He is as much a part of me as your mother is a part of you.
[ perhaps that is the best way to describe it. snoke had made her, formed her, cultivated this darkness in her, and now he lurked in those corners. even now, if he wanted to, he could feel this conversation. lean into it. understand what she did. why had he not interrupted? what did he hope would happen? ]
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When was the last time you tried?
[He exhales out of his nose, realizing that was probably the wrong thing to say before he can stop himself.]
You--don't have to answer that, obviously.
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[ her repetition is dry and dismissive. she does not have to do anything. not because he asks it, certainly. only one person has that kind of power over her. she wipes sweat off the back of her neck. she's feeling the fatigue of this session now too, though not nearly as badly as he is. ]
Is this your strategy? Trying to talk your way out of this? That's pathetic.
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Actually, I'm just--talking. In my experience, its a little difficult to just talk yourself out of binders.
[And this was more than binders.]
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[ she says it so off-handedly. he must know, by now. doing what he had done. ]
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His laughter dies awkwardly.]
You're probably right about that.
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the sound startles her because at first she's like oh of course he's crying. i'd be crying too. but no. she turns to look at him, eyes widening slightly. who is this asshole? she purses her lips, dissatisfied with that response on pretty much every possible level. ]
When you turn, I'll show you.
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[The Dark side -- right, he knows enough about all of that. He just can't believe she's still trying to push that on him. Boundaries, Kira.
But--]
I only half know what you're even talking about.
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[ and it doesn't need to happen all at once. she considers him now, his fatigue. it would be easy to go in now and force him to turn, but … it would be a better show to take her time with this. these are the justifications she leans on, but she is not entirely obtuse to the fact that there's something else there. his arguments are not entirely without appeal. ]
In time. Get some rest. You're going to need it.
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[That's the most desperate he's sounded yet. He's going to wake up with cramps!!!]
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[ there's something too impatient about the way that she asks — digging at him for being choosy in his prison — for it to be taken as anything untoward. ]
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[Yeah, he doesn't care about that dig. He's not going to sleep like this, that's for sure.
So, in a huff, he lets his head clunk backward again ("Ow") and stares stubbornly at the ceiling, as if she weren't even in the room.]
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[ spoilers she is not
setting him free.
she does, however, consider him again, reevaluating. he'll take time. patience. and, maybe, there's a better way to do this. she's not sure what that is yet of course — she's never had to find a better way to do anything than force — but she's at least starting to entertain the question. ]
If you wanted freedom, you should have come willingly.
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[He says it without looking up, in his now permenant pouting tone of voice. At least she did him the favor of exhausting him (phrasing?) so he will at least have a chance of passing out to slumber, instead of no chance at all.]
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ben's binders come open with a twitch of kira's fingers, his slumped posture almost takes him straight out of the metal rack without them to support him. she doesn't move to assist in any way, even though he's probably close to collapse at this point. ]
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Ben’s eyes snap open roughly about the same time the binders click open, adrenaline rushing to respond as he nearly fails to catch his own weight on too-long legs. He grips the chair like a lifeline, stepping to try and rebalance himself only to find that his legs are both jello and asleep from non-use. Ultimately, he ends up on his hands and knees, shoulders quivering and fingertips full of pins and needles.
But he finds enough strength to look up at Kira, completely and wordlessly baffled.]
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it soothes the aching void in her chest. just a little. it's selfishness, made to perform the outward expression of kindness. she wants to see more of that, to feel … something. anything but pain. and as a result, she does not want him to suffer pointlessly in here; it would be a waste.
he's right about one thing. no one can make her do something she doesn't want to do, and she doesn't want exactly this.
but not exactly what he's asking for either. ]
Get up. [ there's no softness about her voice. ] Follow me.
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He wants to ask her why, but like a scolded animal, it seems he has at least started to learn when to sit and when to speak.]
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there's a snappy purpose to her stride, but she's also not moving faster than he can follow in his present (pathetic) state. she had, after all, been the one to reduce him to it. she should be aware of the limitations it poses.
the halls of her shuttle are mostly empty, but for a pair of stormtroopers on patrol and what looks like a low level officer supervising maintenance work. there's little question where the rest are — FN-2187 and his stolen weapons would need their attention.
kira doesn't invite conversation, and her presence dissuades questions and commentary from the others around the shuttle as well. no one even gives them a second glance. it would be an easy getaway. would be. but anyone with a sense of a shuttle's layout would pick up quickly on the fact that she is taking them in the opposite direction of the ramp. ]
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He hadn't really expected her to release him to start with, so the fact that she isn't letting him loose into the wild isn't exactly a surprise.]
So...this is a nice ship.
[Because silence is awkward, and Ben Solo is twice as.]
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[ she says it stiffly, the sort of defensive tone that demands to know why she's being expected to speak at all. perhaps once he had turned, she'd take him through the hangar bay where the TIE complement was docked. ben may be an idiot, but he was a clever pilot. he had to be, to have evaded them this long.
and he's right to compliment it. the cruiser is almost as spacious as its civilian equivalents despite the compacting that had to be done to outfit it with the weapons systems necessary to combat the resistance. but it's not so spacious that this conversation needs to drag out excessively long.
they reach the crew quarters soon. the cruiser runs a relatively small crew, but not so small that there aren't bunks built on top of each other in most of the rooms. most, but not all. she leads the way to the back of it and punches a code in beside one of the far doors.
it slides open. it's lived in, but still clean enough that it might have been fresh off the assembly line not so long ago. possessions are sparse, none of them giving notable personality to the room. a datapad here. a spanner there. she gestures for him to go in. it's not a real bedroom, of course. the bunk is built into the back wall. but there's a small bench and a desk-sized table. ]
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