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.
[Ben rolls his eyes briefly and manages to untangle himself from the little hovel, standing to pull his socks and boots on. He doesn't bother with the dress jacket, but slips the holster on over his shoulders.]
Are we going back to the chair? Call me crazy, but I don't think formal-wear is necessary for torture.
[He throws the jacket over his shoulder, and stuffs a hand in his pocket.]
[ because her temperature is definitely rising. and not in the 'i'd like to see ben solo take his suit jacket back off' kind of way. though with that said— ]
I want to show you something.
[ she opens the door and leads the way out of it, if only to ensure that no one shoots him on sight when he emerges. ]
[Seeing Stormtroopers there to meet them causes him to pause in his steps and words (he wasn't really trying to be suave, he was just being a pain). Maybe it was a good thing he'd accidentally kicked Kira awake. Sneaking out only to get shot down by them would have been...unpleasant.
Eventually, he toddles after her, fingers nervously fiddling with the collar and tags of the jacket. He's so incredibly out of his depth.]
[ said flatly, without missing a beat. she leads him down the hallway. what she wants to show him is — well, not in any one part of the ship, really. but she needed to get out of close quarters. it clammed her up and left her feeling …
it left her feeling like she had when she'd touched his memories. conflicted. uncertain.
she'd had to get out of there. her heart is still racing from waking up like that. the trouble with a place like the first order is that the safety he'd shown her in his dream was a foreign concept to her. she'd never had a peaceful night's rest. if someone else was waking her, they were certainly trying to kill her.
until now, at least. she glances at him over her shoulder. surely he didn't have a weapon to her back somehow. he was so hapless, there was no possible way he'd found his way to something before waking her. ]
[He walks in silence for the next few moments, taking in the surroundings of the ship. Its hard for him not to realize how much his anxiety has escalated -- more than seems natural. After all, he'd imagined he was going to die the night before and--
It hits him then, when she glances back and catches his eyes. Abruptly, he stops walking, shrugging the jacket back on his shoulders just for the sake of having his hands free.
He'd realized that he had startled her when he woke up, but he hadn't realized that it was the extension of something else. Something that happened while he was sleeping?]
her heels click together and she spends a minute wrapped up in her own thoughts before she thinks to turn to him, before he even speaks. why was that? she hadn't reached for him. it wasn't the sound of his pause that drew her, it was a feeling. something …
he asks a question and she turns around, stares him down. what was it? she searches him up and down briefly, then turns the rest of her body fully to face him, making it clear she's going to hear him out. ]
If you're not going to let me go, can we at least -- I don't know. Do this not on the ship?
[He's spent the better half of his adult life chained to one ship or another, moving cargo or following one or both of his parents. Walking around on a First Order cruiser with possibly one of the most dangerous people of Snoke's entourage was definitely a mood killer and panic attack inducing.
At this point, he'll do anything just to smell something that isn't recycled air.]
[ it probably says a lot that her first instinct is to be like no you're just going to try to leave me.
which, like, he's her prisoner and he should try to leave for sure.
actually on further examination this gut instinct to be like nO, YOU'LL LEAVE ME is pretty embarrassing. so she clams up. glances around, then points back the way they had come. ]
This way. [ to the ramp, that is. ] Stay close to me. [ there's no or else. there doesn't need to be. ]
[The fact that its so easy to convince her is suspicious. But also: its his only chance to try and slip away, so he does not confirm or deny her question after she chooses to lead on anyway.
But her willingness to cooperate does put a little bit of a spring in his step, and soon they are nearly walking side by side. Not quite though.]
I can do that.
[For a few minutes, and then try to leave again, probably.]
[ he almost seems eager to do it. almost. but she is not so easily fooled, and she can feel the source of his joy as surely as she can feel her own conflict and confusion. hope generates this earnestness in him. hope of escape.
he's wrong to hope for it, of course. the more on her guard she is, the less likely he'll be able to slip away from her. but … ]
You'll be searched for weapons before we leave and after we return. [ she glances sidelong at him. ] I'm sure I don't have to tell you that everyone in this town will know you've cooperated with us. No one will harbor you, should you attempt to escape.
You've made it abundantly clear what order means to you.
[ nothing. literally nothing. maybe that's what fascinates her so much about him. she's still trying to pin it down. but at the same time, each spark of the question also sparks the instinct to just
[He can't help his smile. Maybe that was the problem with taking life as it came, instead of trying to plan for it all the time. You ended up smiling at women who were probably going to kill you in a few hours.
May as well keep up the conversation, since she's talking to him as he ducks is way under the open airlock to head for the gangplank.]
Have you actually been to Cantonica before? Its pretty terrible, outside of this place.
[ something tightens in her throat. a desperate urge to clamp down on this conversation and end it. he'd seen it, hadn't he? no. he didn't know it was this place. this place is worse. that's what she wants to say.
maybe that was the problem. maybe all of this was just … sentiment. drudged up from fifteen years past. the sooner she got off this forsaken rock the better.
two stormtroopers approach them and kira steps back as they begin to pat ben down, searching him for any weapons. kira doesn't pay much attention; her estimation was the same as his. it would be impossible for ben to have armed himself in the past twelve hours, no matter what paranoia tried to tell her. ]
You seem right at home. Not surprising, I suppose.
[Ben is clearly not comfortable being felt up by Stormtroopers. He wriggles a little with some impatience after too long, and steps away from them as fast as he can once they're through. He takes a moment to dust himself off before glancing at Kira, like he didn't hear her correctly.]
What, here? In Canto Bight?
[He snorts, half with laughter, and half with distaste.]
Just because its easy to get lost in doesn't make it home.
[ a distinction she wouldn't have been able to make. she purses her lips. ]
Yet you share its penchant for cheap artifice.
[ SHE WAS SETTING UP FOR AN INSULT AND YOU'RE NOT TAKING IT FROM HER, BENJAMIN SOLO. she steps around him while the stormtroopers back off, assuming he'll catch up with her once he's done being molested.
once they are down the ramp she stops and surveys the damned city, frowning deeply. ]
[Ben raises an eyebrow out of curiosity. Sure, he didn't like it here either -- but hate seems a little...
Well, invested.]
You hate it here?
[He steps in line with her, presumably to head deeper into its streets and stays quiet until he's certain none of the officials are listening. Were it not for Kira, he imagines the First Order shuttle wouldn't have been permitted to land at all. Politics discussions and leanings were mostly off limits.
But he can't help but point out:]
Last I checked, half the First Order's fancy new tech comes from this place. Shouldn't this be...I don't know. "Hate" is a little strong.
[Or not appropriate at all, if you ask him. He's a smuggler -- he knows what's being peddled here.]
[ she asks it offhandedly. no. the force puts her above all of this — better in so many ways, and yet it haunts her. she draws a deep breath. it doesn't matter what she thinks. they have business to do here, and as long as that's true, they will remain. the canto bight police force was eager to get rid of them; it couldn't take much longer to scare him out. she pulls up her hood and beckons him into the streets. it's harder to keep track of him here, so she has to put forth an active effort to pin him down. he'll be able to feel her there, intruding upon his mind, like a slight nudge at his elbow. ]
[He hisses it a little irritably. He feels the persistent nudge and his discomfort is palpable, making it more difficult for him to sneak. He's starting to regret requesting to leave the ship at all.
Ben tries to stave off the feeling by adjusting his cufflinks.]
Unless you're trying to tell me that you don't care about having an advantage, which I don't actually believe.
[ she doesn't answer. any answer she provided would only serve to reveal more than she wanted to offer. the truth was that any price was too high to be worth coming back here for, but she hadn't had a choice in the matter. she thinks about what ben had said — about freedom. ]
Do you think you're free?
[ she glances back at him. ]
Not now. Not in my custody. In your ship. Do you think that's freedom?
[That gets him to stop walking, knuckles cracking into a fist in an effort to calm himself from the swell of indignation that suddenly threatens to eat him alive.]
I came here because I picked up a job. By choice. Being able to choose where you go, and what you want to do -- by the sound of it, you don't even know what that's like.
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[ the specificity is careful there. not afraid of him, but of something else, maybe. she shoots him a look. ]
Get dressed. [ she's not going to entertain that distraction now, not after what just transpired. ]
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Are we going back to the chair? Call me crazy, but I don't think formal-wear is necessary for torture.
[He throws the jacket over his shoulder, and stuffs a hand in his pocket.]
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[ because her temperature is definitely rising. and not in the 'i'd like to see ben solo take his suit jacket back off' kind of way. though with that said— ]
I want to show you something.
[ she opens the door and leads the way out of it, if only to ensure that no one shoots him on sight when he emerges. ]
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[Seeing Stormtroopers there to meet them causes him to pause in his steps and words (he wasn't really trying to be suave, he was just being a pain). Maybe it was a good thing he'd accidentally kicked Kira awake. Sneaking out only to get shot down by them would have been...unpleasant.
Eventually, he toddles after her, fingers nervously fiddling with the collar and tags of the jacket. He's so incredibly out of his depth.]
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[ said flatly, without missing a beat. she leads him down the hallway. what she wants to show him is — well, not in any one part of the ship, really. but she needed to get out of close quarters. it clammed her up and left her feeling …
it left her feeling like she had when she'd touched his memories. conflicted. uncertain.
she'd had to get out of there. her heart is still racing from waking up like that. the trouble with a place like the first order is that the safety he'd shown her in his dream was a foreign concept to her. she'd never had a peaceful night's rest. if someone else was waking her, they were certainly trying to kill her.
until now, at least. she glances at him over her shoulder. surely he didn't have a weapon to her back somehow. he was so hapless, there was no possible way he'd found his way to something before waking her. ]
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It hits him then, when she glances back and catches his eyes. Abruptly, he stops walking, shrugging the jacket back on his shoulders just for the sake of having his hands free.
He'd realized that he had startled her when he woke up, but he hadn't realized that it was the extension of something else. Something that happened while he was sleeping?]
Can I make a request?
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odd.
her heels click together and she spends a minute wrapped up in her own thoughts before she thinks to turn to him, before he even speaks. why was that? she hadn't reached for him. it wasn't the sound of his pause that drew her, it was a feeling. something …
he asks a question and she turns around, stares him down. what was it? she searches him up and down briefly, then turns the rest of her body fully to face him, making it clear she's going to hear him out. ]
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[He's spent the better half of his adult life chained to one ship or another, moving cargo or following one or both of his parents. Walking around on a First Order cruiser with possibly one of the most dangerous people of Snoke's entourage was definitely a mood killer and panic attack inducing.
At this point, he'll do anything just to smell something that isn't recycled air.]
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[ it probably says a lot that her first instinct is to be like no you're just going to try to leave me.
which, like, he's her prisoner and he should try to leave for sure.
actually on further examination this gut instinct to be like nO, YOU'LL LEAVE ME is pretty embarrassing. so she clams up. glances around, then points back the way they had come. ]
This way. [ to the ramp, that is. ] Stay close to me. [ there's no or else. there doesn't need to be. ]
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But her willingness to cooperate does put a little bit of a spring in his step, and soon they are nearly walking side by side. Not quite though.]
I can do that.
[For a few minutes, and then try to leave again, probably.]
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he's wrong to hope for it, of course. the more on her guard she is, the less likely he'll be able to slip away from her. but … ]
You'll be searched for weapons before we leave and after we return. [ she glances sidelong at him. ] I'm sure I don't have to tell you that everyone in this town will know you've cooperated with us. No one will harbor you, should you attempt to escape.
[ let's kill that hope right now. ]
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Does that make you feel better, Kira????]
You took my only weapon. And I wasn't supposed to even have that inside Canto Bight. There's rules.
[Is he being sincere, or is he mocking the rules?]
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[ nothing. literally nothing. maybe that's what fascinates her so much about him. she's still trying to pin it down. but at the same time, each spark of the question also sparks the instinct to just
run the other direction from the thought. ]
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May as well keep up the conversation, since she's talking to him as he ducks is way under the open airlock to head for the gangplank.]
Have you actually been to Cantonica before? Its pretty terrible, outside of this place.
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[ something tightens in her throat. a desperate urge to clamp down on this conversation and end it. he'd seen it, hadn't he? no. he didn't know it was this place. this place is worse. that's what she wants to say.
maybe that was the problem. maybe all of this was just … sentiment. drudged up from fifteen years past. the sooner she got off this forsaken rock the better.
two stormtroopers approach them and kira steps back as they begin to pat ben down, searching him for any weapons. kira doesn't pay much attention; her estimation was the same as his. it would be impossible for ben to have armed himself in the past twelve hours, no matter what paranoia tried to tell her. ]
You seem right at home. Not surprising, I suppose.
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What, here? In Canto Bight?
[He snorts, half with laughter, and half with distaste.]
Just because its easy to get lost in doesn't make it home.
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Yet you share its penchant for cheap artifice.
[ SHE WAS SETTING UP FOR AN INSULT AND YOU'RE NOT TAKING IT FROM HER, BENJAMIN SOLO. she steps around him while the stormtroopers back off, assuming he'll catch up with her once he's done being molested.
once they are down the ramp she stops and surveys the damned city, frowning deeply. ]
I hate it here.
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Well, invested.]
You hate it here?
[He steps in line with her, presumably to head deeper into its streets and stays quiet until he's certain none of the officials are listening. Were it not for Kira, he imagines the First Order shuttle wouldn't have been permitted to land at all. Politics discussions and leanings were mostly off limits.
But he can't help but point out:]
Last I checked, half the First Order's fancy new tech comes from this place. Shouldn't this be...I don't know. "Hate" is a little strong.
[Or not appropriate at all, if you ask him. He's a smuggler -- he knows what's being peddled here.]
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[ she asks it offhandedly. no. the force puts her above all of this — better in so many ways, and yet it haunts her. she draws a deep breath. it doesn't matter what she thinks. they have business to do here, and as long as that's true, they will remain. the canto bight police force was eager to get rid of them; it couldn't take much longer to scare him out. she pulls up her hood and beckons him into the streets. it's harder to keep track of him here, so she has to put forth an active effort to pin him down. he'll be able to feel her there, intruding upon his mind, like a slight nudge at his elbow. ]
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[He hisses it a little irritably. He feels the persistent nudge and his discomfort is palpable, making it more difficult for him to sneak. He's starting to regret requesting to leave the ship at all.
Ben tries to stave off the feeling by adjusting his cufflinks.]
Unless you're trying to tell me that you don't care about having an advantage, which I don't actually believe.
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Do you think you're free?
[ she glances back at him. ]
Not now. Not in my custody. In your ship. Do you think that's freedom?
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[He answers it in a manner that suggests that he doesn't understand what she could possibly be implying. Ben meets her eyes, squinting.]
I mean -- sure, it would be less of a hassle if your dogs would stay off my tail, but I didn't say anything about it being easy.
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[ she shakes her head. ]
I came here because the Supreme Leader commanded it. You came here because he killed your father.
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I came here because I picked up a job. By choice. Being able to choose where you go, and what you want to do -- by the sound of it, you don't even know what that's like.
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[ she stops too, turning to face him more fully. ]
I may be a cog in a machine, Ben, but at least I know that I'm nothing to them.
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