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its-jaytothemee · 8 months ago

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Until I Met You - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The Path Forward

Pairings: Halsin x Tav

Word count: 3,627

Rating: Currently M, will be Explicit in later chapters.

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Summary: The party makes their way back into the Underdark, discouraged and down on their luck after their time at the Creche. Now, they have to decide how they can move forward and find a new lead to cure their tadpoles. Part 8 of the slow burn fic. Halsin and Tav POVs

Tags: Slow burn, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual love confessions, eventual smut, light angst, implied past rape/non-con and abuse, graphic description of injuries.

A/N: Sorry for the wait between updates here! Life got a bit hectic for a couple of weeks. I ended up needing to split the Underdark chapters up so they wouldn't get too long. The next one should be a much shorter wait :) Thanks for continuing to read!!

Tav led her dejected group of adventurers back through the wilderness, making their way down to the Underdark again. While she was still unconscious, the others had found another entrance to the Underdark in the Zhentarim hideout. Given that it was a little closer, they opted to go this way rather than march all the way back to the goblin camp.

Last night, just as everyone was beginning to turn in for the evening, an unexpected visitor had shown up at their camp. Kith’rak Voss, knight supreme, and a fellow traitor in Vlaakith’s eyes. He came to recruit Lae’zel to his cause, to overthrow Vlaakith’s unrightful rule. Apparently, the prism they carried held the key to her demise. He explained that the purification process githyanki boasted about was nothing but a bold-faced lie. The zaith’isk does not extract, it only kills. They had promised to meet him in Baldur’s Gate, should they survive that long. Lae’zel had been strangely quiet about the ordeal, likely still coming to terms with the fact she wasn’t welcome with the majority of her kin. So now, not only were they still hosting mind flayer parasites, but they had been branded enemies of Vlaakith herself, doomed to be hunted across the Sword Coast by her faithful. Fighting their way out of the Creche was difficult enough, she wasn’t looking forward to the lich queen sending her best warriors to pursue them.

Tav’s disappointment was plain to see in her slumped shoulders and shuffling footsteps. The past two days were a detour they could scarcely afford, and she was the one who pushed them in that direction. Even Karlach seemed subdued, merely chuckling at any half-assed quips Astarion let out rather than her normal cackle. He was the only one who was relatively content with keeping his tadpole, allowing him to walk in the sun a little while longer.

Halsin jogged his way up to her at the front of the group. He slowed his pace to walk alongside her.

“I can’t help but notice you’re looking a tad displeased.” He said.

“I think I’ve earned the right to feel a little upset right now, Halsin.” Tav knew he meant well, she just didn’t have the energy to joke right now.

“Of course, I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise.” His voice lowered a bit, sending a stab of guilt into Tav’s gut. She let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do next. They followed me to the Creche, which was a dead end. Almost literally.” She remembered their bruised and battered bodies stumbling into camp last night. Her shoulder still ached slightly from falling off of a ladder during one of the fights.

“I know. I can see the uncertainty in your eyes. You think you’ve wasted precious time following false hopes. I can’t imagine my sulking helped with that guilt.” He looked away from her for a moment.

“First and foremost, your priority has been to remove the tadpoles lodged in your heads. You had no way of knowing where Lae’zel’s hunch would lead, at the time it seemed like the most rational path. And you are not the only one here who chose that path.”

“That’s kind of you to say.” Tav responded, her eyes still stuck on the dirt road in front of her.

“I know something of doubting your choices as a leader, my friend. As I told you, I’m here to lend my counsel whenever needed. I’ve met many people who have claimed to be leaders in my life, few have had the heart and compassion that you do. It’s obvious how you care for those in your company, you make decisions with great respect and consideration.” He kept his voice low so only they could hear.

She stayed silent for a while longer, thinking on his words. When their group had decided to band together, she hadn’t exactly meant to be their leader. At some point everyone just started to defer to her for all major decisions.

“I know that this is quite the setback, but please do not doubt yourself so heavily, Tav. Everyone trusts you a great deal – myself included. I doubt that anyone here is a stranger to disappointment and defeat. Except perhaps Shadowheart, but that is only because she is missing so many of her memories.” His last quip did make her chuckle a little.

“I am confident that you will all recover swiftly.”

“What makes you so sure?” She asked, finally looking up at him.

“Because you have no other choice, I’m afraid.” He had a sad smile on his face. They continued walking together, Halsin had grabbed one of her packs from her injured shoulder to carry. Lunari trotted around them, every now and then bumping her head into their legs to get them to pet her.

“I truly am sorry that you weren’t able to be cured of the tadpole yet.” Halsin broke their silence. “But if it is any consolation, I am grateful to have a few more days in your company.” He briefly rested a hand on her shoulder as they walked.

“As am I.” She replied. “Except…you know…about you.” A familiar warmth covered her cheeks at her awkward rambling.

Come on, Tav. I thought we were past this now.

As they approached Waukeen’s Rest, she let some of the others take the lead. They took her and Halsin down through the hideout, the smell of ash and decaying bodies filled her nose. As she looked over the ledge just inside the secret entrance, she saw that almost everything, and everyone, had been burnt to a crisp

“What in the hells did you guys do here?” Tav asked, covering her nose with the back of her hand.

“What? Like it’s our fault that they had the entire area laced with explosives? Karlach is literally a walking flame, darling. Accidents happen.” Astarion waved his hand dismissively.

“Hey now, Karlach didn’t touch the explosives at all. Gale was the one with speedy spell fingers.” Karlach had run up to join them.

“To be fair,” Gale started, pointing one index finger up in the air, “the fire bolt wasn’t aimed at the explosives, it was aimed at one of the Zhentarim. Who caught on fire. And then wandered too close to an oil barrel.” The little bout of banter brought a smile to Tav’s face. She was relieved to see they hadn’t completely lost their sense of humor.

Towards the back of the hideout, there was a concealed elevator of sorts. It looked old, Tav was skeptical about all of them piling onto this at the same time.

“I think we should probably go in groups. This seems a little…dated.” She gulped as she inspected the ropes and pulleys attached to the platform. Everything at least seemed in good working order.

“Who wants to go first?” She asked.

“After you, darling.” Astarion teased.

“I uh, I can wait for the second group.” Tav said quickly as she took a step away from the platform.

Everyone looked at her curiously. Astarion and Karlach started to giggle a little bit.

“Are you…are you afraid of heights?” Astarion pointed an accusing finger at her.

“I’m not afraid! I have a healthy skepticism of old wooden machinery that happens to dangle a mile above the ground.” She could feel her cheeks getting warm at the teasing.

“I’m sorry, you can slaughter a camp of goblins, a hag, an entire Creche filled with githyanki warriors, and a fully grown owlbear. But you draw the line at a little elevator ride?” Astarion was laughing harder now.

“Well, if you’re so confident why don’t you hop on?” Tav shot back.

“Fine if it’ll help you get over your fears.” He waved his hand in the air again and strode over to the platform, jumping on it lightly to show how sturdy it was.

“See? Nothing to be worried about.” He crossed his arms and stared her down.

She flared her nostrils at him and pressed her lips into a hard line. With everyone staring at her, she took a few tentative steps toward the wooden platform. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. The first step she took onto the elevator caused it to wobble slightly and she recoiled away from it, slamming into Halsin behind her. He smiled down at her and stepped to the side to walk onto the platform next to Astarion. He turned around and held his arm out to her. Tav quickly dug a scroll of Feather Fall out of her pack and held it against her chest...just in case. She nervously reached out with her other hand to grab Halsin’s arm and pulled herself tight against him. Wyll walked on behind her as well and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Lunari trotted over to lay down at her feet, giving a soft whine. Tav continued clinging to Halsin as the winch began to turn and slowly lower them back into the Underdark.

***

Halsin was grateful for the lower light to hide his blush and grin. Tav was breathing heavily and grasping the Feather Fall scroll in one hand, turning her knuckles white. She had her face buried in his shoulder and both of her arms wrapped around his arm tightly. Her free hand had his in an iron grip, digging her nails into his knuckles. She must have been terrified based on the fact she didn’t seem to be blushing or embarrassed as she held onto him like her life depended on it.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t call you our ‘fearless’ leader anymore.” Astarion giggled.

“Fuck off.” Tav’s voice was muffled by Halsin’s shoulder.

Tav let out another shaky breath as the platform swayed in an unnerving manner. He watched as they slowly descended through the ground, the environment around them gradually shifting to the strange flora of the Underdark. After a long ride, he could finally start to make out the ground beneath them. The glowing crystals and mushrooms lit the area below, giving them just a little more light to see by.

“We’re almost there, Tav. I can see the ground now.” He whispered as he briefly placed his other hand on one of her arms. She nodded against him in response, still maintaining her death grip.

“You know, Tav, you really are missing a splendid view.” Astarion mocked from the other side of him. “Just open your eyes, face your fe–”

Halsin cut Astarion off with a small nudge, just enough to make him think that he could go tumbling over the edge of the elevator. Of course he wouldn’t let that happen, he had a hold of the back of his shirt. The small squeal that escaped Astarion’s throat was worth it though. Wyll was stifling a laugh on the other side of Tav.

“How clumsy of me.” Halsin said with a smirk. Astarion glared at him over his shoulder.

“Oh gods…why are we shaking?” Tav somehow managed to squeeze him even tighter, causing him to grunt in pain.

Worth it.

After a few more minutes, the elevator hit the ground below. Tav remained stuck to his side even after they stopped moving.

“Tav? We made it.” Halsin urged her gently. She slowly rotated her head to peek at their new surroundings, releasing a relieved sigh when she saw they were once again on solid ground. Right on cue, she realized she was still clinging to Halsin’s arm and jumped to the side like he had shocked her; her cheeks turned that endearing shade of pink.

“Oh! Ha, thanks.” She laughed awkwardly and looked down at his hand spotting the small nail marks she left there. “Oh shit…I’m sorry about that.”

“Nothing to worry about, you didn’t even draw blood. I’m sure the marks will fade within the hour.” He smiled at her reassuringly, trying and failing to keep his mind from wandering. He found himself imagining the marks lined up and down his body.

No, stop it. Get ahold of yourself, Halsin.

He shook his head to force himself back to his current conversation. Astarion had a smug grin stretched across his face.

“Yes, no worries, Tav. I’m sure he’s used to the feel of your nails digging into him, what with your recent late-night excursions and all.” He teased, batting his eyelashes as his eyes shifted between her and Halsin.

His breath caught in his throat and Tav’s eyes went wide, her skin now turning a shade that matched Karlach’s. Wyll looked between all three of them, obviously confused and scared to ask for clarification. The elevator behind them started the ascent back up to the Zhentarim hideout.

“No that’s…it’s not what…we haven’t even…I don’t…” Tav was sputtering nonsensically. “Argh! You are so annoying, you know that?” She yelled at him as she stormed off in a huff.

Halsin thought she’d scour the entire Underdark easily at the pace she was setting. But a strange voice called out to them, stopping her in her tracks.

***

“They are coming.” The voice calling out to Tav in her mind was gruff, yet somehow melodic and charming as well.

“Please tell me I’m not the only one hearing that voice.” She said quietly.

“No, no I heard it too.” Halsin sounded concerned.

Wait…Halsin?

“You can hear it?” Tav asked, shocked. She assumed it was something to do with the tadpole. Wyll and Astarion must have shared her theory because they whipped around to stare at him as well.

“More are coming. You are coming.” The strange voice glided out of her thoughts.

“What the fuck.” She mumbled under her breath.

“Please tell me we aren’t going to look for the source of that voice.” Astarion pleaded.

“Something tells me we won’t have much of a choice.” She sighed. “We’ll wait for the others before moving on just in case.”

Astarion dramatically threw himself onto a pile of crates.

“For fucks’ sake…” Tav muttered. “Here, you big baby.” She reached into her pack and fished out a couple of lockpicks and some tools for disarming traps.

“Why don’t you keep busy and start looking through some of these chests, huh? That one looks expensive.” She held the small tools out in her palm, trying to entice him out of his tantrum. He looked up and gave her a brooding look. “You can keep the gold you find.” She pumped her eyebrows up and down a couple of times.

“You have to ask nicely.” He pouted. She flared her nostrils at him and fought off an eye roll.

“Oh, Astarion…your hands are so slight and nimble. Your fingers dance around locks like silvery rays of the purest moonlight. None of us could compare with that level of finesse.” She said the words in the most monotone way possible, gesturing her hands lazily at the chests and boxes around them.

“And…?”

“You are such…an…” She gritted her teeth, not wanting to finish.

“Say it.” Astarion coaxed.

“Inspiration.” She growled.

“Oh, stop it, darling. You’re embarrassing yourself.” He slid over to her and snatched the tools out of her hand before running off with a giggle.

Whatever, it’s better than him sulking until the others arrive.

Tav and Wyll went through some of the unlocked crates to look for any supplies. Halsin seemed distracted as he took in the Underdark surroundings, he had a distant look on his face that worried her.

“Halsin? You okay?” She asked quietly as he blankly stared over the Underdark landscape ahead of them.

“Hm? Oh, of course. My eyes are still just adjusting to the darkness here.” He smiled lightly, but there was a nervous undertone to his voice. Before she could press the matter further, Karlach’s voice called out to her.

“Hey, soldier! You made it down in one piece. No big deal, right?” Her giant smile shone easily through the darkness.

“Outside of clawing Halsin’s arm to shreds? Yeah, no big deal.” She rolled her eyes slightly. “Listen, we have a situation.” Tav explained the voice they heard.

“More voices? My mind is full enough of those as is.” Gale complained.

“I have a feeling we need to go towards it. When it entered my mind, it felt…scared. Like it was a cry for help.”

“The last time you had a feeling, we ended up fighting dozens of githyanki warriors for our life. Besides, we can hardly afford another detour.” Astarion had come back over to join the group and draped an arm over Gale’s shoulder. He was wearing noticeably more jewelry than before, a golden chain adorned with tiny sapphires dangled from his hand.

His words caused Tav to withdraw slightly, her earlier guilt returning tenfold. She looked around the group of tired faces, suddenly feeling paralyzed. What if she made the wrong decision again, delaying them further? Her eyes fell on Halsin who gave her a reassuring nod.

“And what if the help they need is related to the Absolute?” She finally said. “What if they can help us find our way to Moonrise? We have no idea where this secret stronghold is.”

“Which is why we should have just taken the route from the Mountain Pass. We have to deal with the shadow cursed lands eventually, we might as well just get it over with.” Wyll countered. He had suggested the route before – he was anxious to find his father.

“Perhaps, but the area just past the Mountain Pass is heavy with the curse. I fear if we went that way we would not long survive before the shadows would overtake us.” Halsin spoke up.

“Halsin’s right, the shadows there are a wicked, terrible presence. Some types of light will protect us for a short time, but it won’t be enough. We’ll be lucky if we can make it to Moonrise Towers before it consumes us.” Tav shuddered at the thought.

“No…we need to find out how the cultists are able to traverse the land safely. If we can find this secret passage, we’ll likely find out how they’ve made it that far.” She insisted.

“How bad could it be? We’ve got Shadowheart to cast some handy light spells, we can scrounge up some torches, not to mention that nifty glowing mace we found. So long as we stick together, I’m sure we’ll be fine!” Karlach’s peppy tone did little to calm the anxiety gripping Tav.

“Well spoken, Karlach. I agree, we haven’t gone too far yet…” Wyll continued talking, but Tav couldn’t listen anymore.

The darkness around her swirled like smoke, choking her, trying to bring back memories of those cursed shadows. She forced them down, refusing to let them overtake her now. They didn’t understand, how could they? There was no way to explain to them the horrific magic that awaited them at Moonrise. Her vision swam, her chest burned with anxiety and dread. She felt the phantom claws of shadows and wraiths reaching for her arms, struggling to pull her into the wicked darkness around her, beckoning her to follow.

“No!” She bellowed, startling everyone as they whipped around to face her again. “I’m not spending any longer in that cursed land than I have to. None of you understand, you weren’t there!”

Involuntary tears started streaming down her face, dripping off of her chin and soaking the collar of her shirt. She wrapped her arms tightly around her body and squeezed her eyes shut to try and force her tears to stop. It didn’t help, she continued to sniffle as dark memories tried to drag her down into their abyss. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, still tightly clutching her own chest.

“You weren’t there…” She whispered between sobs.

The others simply stared at her in stunned silence. She hung her head and tried to gain some semblance of composure.

“If you won’t follow me on this path, feel free to go back on your own. I’ll continue through the Underdark alone if I must. Perhaps we’ll be able to meet again at Moonrise.” She barely choked the words out. “Just don’t ask me to go back there yet. I can’t. Not until I know that I can protect us.” It hurt her to offer the ultimatum, she was really starting to consider them friends. She couldn't stand the thought of them facing the curse without her guiding them, but she couldn't go yet. She knew exactly what was waiting for them and she was terrified of going back. No, she needed more time to prepare.

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances with one another but said nothing. Tav slowly stood up and turned away from them, ready to continue on by herself. A large hand gently grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She glanced over her shoulder to see Halsin standing behind her.

“You won’t be alone, Tav.” He assured her. She turned around to face him as the others walked up to stand with them as well.

“Of course you won’t be. We’re with you, soldier.” Karlach added. “If you say this is the way, I’ll follow you.”

The rest of the party walked up behind her, all nodding and murmuring their agreement. They would stay and follow her, hopefully to find a way through the shadows.

“Lead on, friend.” Wyll patted her shoulder.

Tav nodded and took a shaky breath. She knew that their path was leading back to Moonrise Towers, it was unavoidable now. But she at least had a few more days to prepare for it. As she moved to start leading them further into the Underdark, Halsin’s hand briefly passed over hers, his fingers lingering against hers for just a moment longer than expected.

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the-loaf-of-calamity · 2 years ago

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Titan Personality Headcanons (Updates)

So, I finished Sonic Frontiers and had some time to think about updating Knight’s and Supreme’s entries in specific since I got enough on a base on how to write more for their characters from movement quirks to attack styles, etc. so let’s roll on with Knight’s and Supreme’s updated entries. (PS: I will not do a spoiler warning as the game has been out for almost a month now, but I will leave you with a Heads Up just in case. Hope you enjoy this lil update!) ------------------------------------------------------------------------- KNIGHT : He still remains as fight-hungry and as prideful as ever of his skills, although he doesn’t flaunt it around as opposed to someone as egotistical as Wyvern. In fact, he’s pretty quiet most of the time and keeps to himself in his territory while practicing his swordsmanship. Knight is seen as an icon to the local Shinobis and Soldiers who hang around Chaos Island, seeking to use their sharp weaponry just like Knight does, although Knight himself has no clue that he was even looked up to in the first place. Knight is also very loyal to those whom he trusts dearly, like Supreme for example. He thinks very highly of Supreme as a leader of this rag-tag group of titans and would trust him with his very own life if it came to it. He’s taken inspiration in Supreme’s way of leading and integrated it to his way of looking after the rambunctious guardians of Chaos Island, although he may have taken things a little too seriously when it comes to making them follow the rules. He’s doing his best to keep things aligned, but sometimes even the guardians can get past his watchful eye... Although as loyal and serious as Knight is, he has a sense of humor and enjoys his fair share of jokes... but the jokes are pretty bad. He mainly makes those terrible dad jokes that would make everyone groan and grumble, but the Squids absolutely LOVE those terrible jokes of his whenever they float about the main territory. Knight is proud of all the little joking quips he makes, even if almost no one (besides the Squids) likes those little joking quips. - TLDR: Knight may be the serious and loyal titan that everyone looks up to, but he’s also a jokester who’s not the best at making jokes, and that’s just fine to him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- SUPREME : Supreme’s still very much a workaholic, although he’s not as bad as I had previously described him to be. He works hard as always with keeping up with his guardians and keeping up with the other titans without much of any breaks in between. He does recognize how much he can push himself when it comes to his responsibilities and recognizes his limitations as well, but he carries on and strives to be a good leader for everyone he cares about, even if the guardians and the titans give him a hard time... Supreme’s always been serious about his responsibilities, but not to the extent where he neglects the well-being of those around him. Aside from his leading responsibility of taking care of everything on the Starfall Islands and his fellow titans / guardians, he does often partake in target practice with the rifle he has with him when he doesn’t have to work on anything major. On the off chance he gives himself a break, you’ll find him frequenting the flower fields that are located where the red emerald is on Ouroanos Island. He’s always open for a small chat no matter the time of day, he’ll even leave you with a line of advice when he has to eventually head out to deal with whatever sort of chaos that happens on the island. He’s a busy dude, but whenever he has free time, he always loves himself a nice chat about the latest gossip or future plans that you may have. He’s just kind of a chill guy in general, even if he’s a big ol’ serious busybody. - TLDR: Supreme’s a busy guy and he has a whole lot of responsibilities he has to take care of, but he’s always open for a nice chat when he has the time for it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- And that’s Supreme’s and Knight’s updated entries! I’ll probably make more detailed entries for Wyvern and Giganto when I get the chance, but for now I hope you like these little doo-dads I did!

#soph blabs about the titans #sonic frontiers #knight #supreme #I said I would update knight and supreme #so here we are

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esha-isboogara · 2 years ago

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"Lord Ren.." you questioned tentatively standing outside the door to his quarters. As much as you feared for your own life you were much more afraid of Supreme Leader Snoke than the Knight of Ren.

Though it was slightly tedious that he had called you all the way down to his chambers only to leave you out to dry you did not have enough confidence to knock again and risk being on the wrong side of his explosive temper.

Nothing but silence greeted you. Your heart was pounding in your chest , your breath almost got caught in your throat you were sure you'd give yourself a heart attack. Hux would have your head if you returned without Kylo.

"Ok y/n think think THINK" you chided yourself,biting your bottom lip gently. Your life depended on whatever you decided on doing next. You willed yourself to take a few deep breaths in a desperate attempt to calm down. Closing your eyes you allowed your mind to go blank.

An idea popped into your head almost immediately.

It was a simple. All you had to was find a droid,specifically a cleaning or medical one , they would have the code for his room 100%. Most of them did. You could enter behind the droid and get in no trouble at all.

This plan was nothing short of foolproof.

With a small smile on your face you made your way down the long,dim hallway , catching a shiny black cleaning droid leaving one of the Troopers training facilities.

You cleared your throat "I am Lieutenant Y/n L/n. I am following orders from General Hux to bring Lord Ren to meeting room and I-"

Something shiny caught your eye and you whipped around your hand resting on the blaster at your waist.

Standing there in her shiny metal armor was Captain Phasma.

She was one of the most powerful soldiers you ever had the privilege of working beside. Her very presence demanded respect while her aura screamed power.

You stood at attention your cheeks flushed. "Captain" You saluted.

"At ease Lieutenant Colonel L/n. I have been searching for you actually. Hux instructed me to update him on your progress with Ren as it has been quite a while since you left the board room”. She chuckled, leaning against one of the metal doors "I’m shocked it’s taking this long- between us Y/n , you always were one of his favorites”.

Your eyes widen a bit in shock.

What did she mean? You were his favorite? He was always so strict and demanding when it came to any task you were completing around him.

"I'm sorry for the set back ma'am. Lord Ren refuses to answer the door let alone acknowledge me. I planned on having a droid open the doors for me”.

Phasma nodded. "I'm sure you are well aware of the Genrals temper...he will not wait too much longer. I have the code for absolute emergencies so I am going to let you in. Once you're in use any means necessary to get him to the conference room within your ranks boundaries of course. Got it"?

"Yes Captain. Thank you Captain" You said gratefully ,relaxing your muscles. Finally this whole ordeal was coming to an end.

In a matter of seconds his door was open and you were alone in the Knights room.

It was almost completely dark , besides the starlight filtering through the huge window.

You could not really makeout the layout of your surroundings. All you were able to see somewhat clearly was a grey writing desk covered in loose papers. Not unusual for Kylo.

"L-Lord Ren. General Hux instructed me to bring you to the meeting with the Prime Minister. I was not filled in completely as the General was in a hurry to for me to retrieve you.".

For a moment is was silent but you heard a sound coming from your left.

His heavy boots could clearly be heard on the metal floor. You could feel him approaching you.

"You really think you can order me around like that ...Lieutenant L/n " he growled , his deep voice seemed eerily robotic under his mask.

"Of course not my lord. I am in no position to give such orders I should have phrased it differently. I am truly sorry my lord". You hoped your voice didn't sound as frightened as you felt. You just wanted this all to end.

“Mmm. In order to learn from your silly mistake I believe it's best to reprimand you. Puppies never learn unless they are treated with strictness". He almost whispered. He reached his hand up to take his mask off revealing his face to you.

You could barely see him due to the lack of actual light but from what you were able to catch made your heart stop.

His jaw was sharp , while his dark hair fell to his shoulder in curly locks. You could see his deep brown eyes darken as they looked you up and down. A terrifying smile crossed his face only making him all the more attractive.

You backed up against the wall , afraid of what he might do to you. In your days back in training you had heard stories of some of the horrible punishments Ren would inflict. All you could hope for was a quick and painless death.

"Pl-please my lord. I will never address as such ever again."

He laughed. "Ohh my dearest you always were so clueless I find it quite cute. I would think someone as clever as you would catch on quickly. I have had my eyes on you since the moment I found out you'd be..working under me". He paused allowing his words sink in.

You nodded slowly doing your best to grasp his words correctly.

"It was hard keeping myself under control you know ? When they changed your uniform to that tight little dress...it looked so good on you I wanted to ravage you in front of every leader in the galaxy. But there's always someone around ruining my plans. I just could not wait any longer. All I had to do was sit and wait patiently and lo and behold Hux sent you right to me."

You eyes widened with every word.

This has to be a dream. Maybe I'm hallucinating. This is not really happening is it ? Am I dead ? Oh my god did I die and this is heaven?

His gloved hand touched your arm ,causing you to shiver.

"I can hear your thoughts ...it's adorable I assure you this is really happening my sweet puppy. Don't let your thoughts consume you. Just submit to me. Resistance is futile my dearest".

You were completely speechless.

He smiled (a rare sight for anyone) as he lifted you up in his strong arms and placed you on his mattress. The silk sheets were softer than anything you've ever felt in your life. The combination of his hands and the bed covering beneath you left you breathless.

"You're so beautiful" he smiled, brushing his lips against yours. His large hands began to explore your body. Every inch , every crevice, every small detail Kylo truly wanted to experience your body in the fullest.

As much as you wanted to stay quiet you couldn't help but let out little whimpers as he handles you in such a way. It was for Kylo to act in such a way. But you decided to take his advice and submit.

Kylo gazed at you hungrily. You watched as his eyes took in all your beauty. Without even moving his arms your dress was pulled over your head along with your bra. His force power was so terrifyingly strong.

And even so here you were. Laying almost fully nude on the bed of your leader.

"I just want you as my own" he mumbled. His rough fingers teased your sensitive buds punching them ever so lightly. In a vain attempt to hide your arousal you attempted to close your legs only to have them forced open by some unknown force.

"You are just so needy darling I've barely even lay a hand on you...mmm I can't wait to fuck you senseless"Kylo cooed , running his cold fingertips on the moist fabric causing you to bite your lip in anticipation.

"I'm sorry my Lord. I've learned my lesson I promise please just stop teasing me. I need you Lord Ren". you whine as he uses his thumb to press down on your clit. This small action earns a small yelp.

"Oh? It's funny you say that actually. Every single day I've had to hold myself back. Imagine it. Having something you really truly crave only to have it swept away when you get close". He replied , clearly frustrated.

Gently he moved your panties to the side admiring the mess you had made. Just for him. If he had more time he'd taste every inch of your sex till you couldn't se straight. Unfortunately though , he was pressed for time.

Without even a word in advance he pressed his forefinger against your entrance. You knew his hands were big but you felt as if you were being stretched.

You opened your mouth but Kylo covered it.

"Shhhh. Try to keep quiet for me princess we wouldn't want to get caught now would we ? Don't worry though you'll be able to hear your screams echo throughout my quarters soon enough" He spoke softly increasing his pace causing you to groan against his hand.

"I never really pictured you to be this much of a slut Lieutenant. It did not take you long to open your legs for me. You want another finger puppy hmm? Come on use your words." He uncovered your mouth and looked up expecting an answer.

You nodded your head , your eyes meeting his. It was clear you craved more.

“If you want it so bad than come here and earn it".

Eager to please your Lord you followed his every command. This was the best he's ever treated you and you were not going to disobey now.

"Of course Lord Ren. I would do anything to please you. Say the word and I’ll do it" you practically pleaded.

"Id much rather you call me Kylo." he smirked ,pulling you toward the end of the bed, his nails digging into your wrist.

Stepping back a few paces he demanded "Knees. Now."

Obeying every word you got on both knees,looking up at him expectantly.

"I bet you'd love my cock in your mouth right now wouldn't you ? I can see it in your eyes puppy , you don't have to say anything".

You couldn't help but blush at his words. This was new to you.

Agonizingly slow he pulled his zipper down ,his boxers coming off next.

Your eyes opened wide at his size. Obviously you knew Kylo was a big man but you had never really thought about ..down there. How in the worlds would that fit anywhere inside you ?

"Your thoughts are loud Y/n". He smiled almost kindly "I'll start off slow and if you’re good then I wont have to punish you further”.

Tentatively you opened your mouth as he groaned at the feeling.

"Mmm~ there you go puppy".

You fit as much as you could in your mouth ,using your hands to stroke the base. He hissed in pleasure.

"You're such a good girl for me".

You looked up at him,eyes wide with pleasure.

He felt as if he was going to burst but he knew he couldn't fill your throat with his seed,as badly as he wanted to , he had to wait. There would be time for more...elaborate action at a later time

He pushed your head away , drool all over your chin.

"I'm sorry my lo-Kylo" You stammered, afraid you had done something wrong and somehow displeased him.

"Shhhh. It's okay my precious little puppy. You're doing such a good job. Now we only have maybe 15 minutes till people become suspicious so let's finish this quick okay". He said gently , pointing to the bed.

"Yes sir" you responded somewhat eagerly.

"You look so gorgeous like that. Now lay on your back,legs spread”.

Despite how flustered you were you did as you were told.

Kylo stood over you admiring your wonderful figure. "You're such a good girl for me. You're doing so very well I'm so proud of you". he cooed ,pressing his cock to your entrance and slowly inserting it inch by inch.

"Y-you’re so big Kylo". was all you could manage as you felt yourself being filled.

"Come on princess,take it for me! You can do it..". Kylo placed small kissss on your cheek and neck comforting you as you adjusted to his large size.

At a slow pace he started to move his hips gripping your waist in the process so he had a better hold. Loud moans and pleas escapes your lips as you arched you back up in pleasure. The feeling was like nothing you had ever felt before

"Ah~ Kylo. It feels so good please don't stop".

He was happy to hear your moans. "Dont you dare even think about releasing till I say so"

You nodded,biting your lip

"Tell me how bad you want it. Beg for me". he growled, his previous instructions being completely ignored.

"Oh gods, please Kylo I don't think I'll last long. It feels so good".

"I'm not sure...do you really want it that bad"?

"LORD REN..PLEASE" you shouted, on the verge of an orgasm.

Kylo grinned,happy to see you succumb to him. "Release"

The knot forming in your stomach finally unraveling covering his member and his sheets with your juices.

Once you can down from your high , you moved forward thinking he was done only fo be pushed down again.

"We're not done here sweetheart. I'm going to send a message out explaining why we will be late to the conference. I'm sure the prime minister can wait a little longer"

You were slightly confused. Did he not mention being pressed for time?

"Oh Y/n the you're so cute. You really thought I was done with you after waiting so long to have you as my little fuck toy? No no my beautiful flower, there is so much more to come" He laughed , using the force to lift you up and lay you on your stomach.

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stonefreeak · 4 years ago

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Revenge of the 5th and also I am SO SORRY it takes me so long to update these days. Who knew having a job and living during a pandemic could be so bad for fic updates?

Anakin can't sit still. He finds it hard to think, hard to breathe sometimes.

Palpatine got convicted on corruption charges.

Sure, not as many and not nearly as serious as those Mas Amedda was convicted of. Instead it seems like Amedda was running a lot of corruption in Mr palpatine's favour... But the fact that Palpatine was involved in even just some corruption, the acceptance of bribes and...

It means Anakin was wrong and Obi-Wan was right.

He can't stand it. He can't believe it. It's not fair!

He fought for Palpatine with Obi-Wan. He pushed Obi-Wan away, raged and screamed at him for being distrustful... And it turns out that he was right not to trust Palpatine. That he was right not to trust in Anakin's trust in him.

And it hurts.

Especially since he'd seen it on Padmé's face when the conviction came. She was pleased. She thought it was right.

She must have been hiding something from him, something about Palpatine, and he almost hates her for it. How could she keep things from him when they promised never to lie to each other? Never to keep anything secret from each other considering how much they must keep secret from everyone else.

It feels like a betrayal and he doesn't know how to handle it.

Not for the first time he wishes that Master Hestish hadn't died. That she was still here to help him get a grip over his emotions, help him think things through.

He knows that Obi-Wan or Padmé would do their very best to help him if he only asks, but when they're the object of confusion... They can't help. If he's angry and upset with them, how can they possibly help him sort his feelings out?

Master Hestish and he had a good relationship, Anakin thinks. She was helpful, kind, and she never judged him. She helped him get himself under control sometimes, and because they only met during his sessions with her, because they didn't have a relationship outside of those sessions... She was always an unbiased and completely separate person. She was never entangled in his duties or his relationships or his school work... She was only ever there to be a rock in the sinking sand, helping him climb to safety until the Tatooine winds calmed themselves and the sinking sands could be traversed again.

He knows that if Obi-Wan knew he's feeling like this, he'd tell Anakin to find a new mind healer to talk to. Find someone else who can help him, but... Anakin doesn't want anyone else! He wants Master Hestish! He wants Bharani Hestish... In her white robes and with her so very odd appearance—like nothing Anakin had ever seen before, completely impossible to mistake for anyone else—and her calm acceptance of whatever he told her.

It's not fair that Anakin has to lose everyone! It's not fair that apparently he can't trust anyone he loves, because sooner or later they keep something from him. They lie to him.

Or they die.

He can only hope that Ahsoka hasn't lied to him too. That she isn't keeping secrets and going behind his back. He's not sure he could take it from his Padawan as well. Well... he knows that she didn't talk to him about her concerns that it might be her fault that Obi-Wan got caught in the blast, but... That's not quite the same thing, right?

He doesn't like it though. He doesn't like the fact that Ahsoka will keep something as important as her fears from him. He's her master and it's his duty to help guide her through her journey to becoming a Jedi Knight, and how can he do that if she keeps secrets and won't ask him for help when she needs it?

He should probably talk to her about that... But later. Later. When he's not as upset as he is now. He doesn't want to risk getting angry at her when it's not really where his frustration and anger is targeted right now.

He should...

He doesn't know what he should do.

He can't talk to Obi-Wan. He just can't. After all the things he said, all the accusations and assertions he did... That he was wrong about Palpatine, even just slightly... Of course Palpatine isn't as bad as Obi-Wan seems to think he is, Palpatine is a good man, isn't he? But...

Yes. That's it.

He feels it like a soft caress in his mind. Of course Palpatine is a good man who's made a few mistakes. Even the court didn't think he'd done anything bad enough to warrant prison or anything like that. He just got some fines and a warning to be careful with what sort of contracts he enters and favours he does for others and asks for for himself.

It's... It's not ideal, of course. But Palpatine is still trustworthy.

After all, he had more power than anyone else in the galaxy for years and he wasn't corrupted. He was still on the whole careful with his political power. Just a few mistakes doesn't just somehow make someone a bad person.

Not when there's the likes of Dooku or even just Mas Amedda out there—people who actually hurt others and cause destruction and chaos. Palpatine isn't anything like them.

Anakin lets out a frustrated breath. Even now that he's managed to sort himself out and his thoughts regarding Palpatine, he still feels restless and like he can't sit still.

He wants to talk to Obi-Wan... Wants to apologise for some of the things he said, but... No. He can't.

He should probably talk to Padmé instead, shouldn't he?

After all, Palpatine has been a mentor to her too. It must have been a harsh blow to her even though she thought it was deserved after she heard the evidence. Maybe they can comfort each other and then visit Palpatine together so he knows that they still support him, that they still know that he's a good person despite what has happened.

Nodding to himself, Anakin gets to his feet and rolls his shoulders. He needs to act swiftly, who knows when he'll be sent back into the field again. It's likely not far away considering how much better Obi-Wan is doing... Anakin knows he got extended leave due to that—which was really nice of the Council, really.

But he wants to make sure he's talked to Padmé so they've sorted everything out before he needs to leave Coruscant again.

Obi-Wan... Obi-Wan can wait.

Some distance will probably do them good.

Regardless of how much Anakin wants to apologise and for everything to just go back to the way things were when he was a child, before Obi-Wan got busy—before the saboteur took Obi-Wan from him—it's probably for the best if they have some distance now.

Obi-Wan probably wants some anyway, he's like that isn't he? He thinks that distance and letting your heads cool is always a much better idea than just getting out and aired immediately...

Ugh. Whatever.

Anakin'll go talk to Padmé instead of driving himself crazy with all these thoughts.

He leaves his room and heads out of the Temple. He considers sending Ahsoka a comm message to let her know where he's gone... But it's probably for the best if he doesn't. At least then he'll have some plausible deniability if anyone tries to suggest he went to see Padmé for anything but platonic reasons. They won't even be able to prove that he specifically went out to see her!

He hates that they have to keep their marriage secret, but...

No, he can't think about this now. He pushes the thoughts away, they'll have to wait for later.

Now he just wants to see Padmé.

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(Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi masterpost)

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whynotwinnie · 4 years ago

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wounded: a kylo ren x oc part 12

Hey y’all sorry for the delay i was working on the other fic i have timida but here is the long awaited update lol thank y’all for supporting me!

Warning: cussing, cumplay, cockwarming, kinda degrading, smut, overall 18+ audience!!!

VENUS

You should’ve known something was going to go wrong. You had too good of a day for it not to go wrong.

Everything was quiet in the infirmary almost boring when right, when you’re about to clock out Artimage, comes in being supported by 2 stormtroopers. You immediately stop what you’re doing and approach them.

“What happened to him?” You ask the stormtroopers as they lay him down on a cot.

“Ren got ahold of him choked him and threw him to the wall, hard.”

You swallowed hard, you knew the Supreme Leader has done far much worse than this but this was someone you cared about.

You shook your head and they left.

“General Hux”

No response.

“General?”

He wasn’t unconscious so why wasn’t he speaking, you looked around you and then bent down so you can whisper in his ear.

“Artimage are you okay.”

He groaned.

“Where does it hurt Artimage?” you said still whispering.

“My neck and head,” his voice made your stomach turn, he sounded like he was in so much pain.

“Don’t worry I’m going to take care of that right now.” you said to him as you turned to your droid “X2 can you get the IV drip please.” you didn’t want to leave Artimage like this, you knew you weren’t supposed to feel anything for him because he was obviously not going to show you the same affection back, but this was purely out of friendship… you think.

You inserted the drip in his arm, it was filled with a type of painkiller so you made sure to only give him a bit.

You gave it about five minutes until it started working so you closed the surrounding curtain and sat in the chair next to him.

His breathing that was once labored became more even and he looked like he no longer looked as if he was in pain. He looked up at you and smiled, it made your heart skip a beat.

“Venus,” he said drunkenly

“Yes Artimage,” you said trying not to laugh.

“You’re so nice for helping me again.”

“It’s my job Artimage,” you said grabbing a foam collar to put around his neck to stabilize it.

He stared at you as you wrapped the collar around his neck he was coming closer to you and he was just about to kiss you when you said “Is this too tight for you?” and pulled away.

He had a confused look on his face and you must’ve had the same one. You wanted a relationship with Artimage before he told you off something after that day changed your feeling towards him.

It couldn’t have been the Supreme Leader, could it?

“Venus I-” he started to say but was interrupted as Ap’lek opened the curtain abruptly.

“Venus come with me.”

“I’m with a patient,” you said feeling irritated by seeing the fucking knight again.

“Someone else can tend to him you’re done.”

“That’s not how it works, I can’t just leave them with a patient I started treating it’s-”

“You,” Ap’lek said pointing at one of the other nurses, “He is your problem now, understand.”

They shook their head quickly and stood by Artimage’s side.

“See.” Ap’lek said and then grabbed your arm pulling you out of the infirmary.

“Ap’lek stop grabbing me like that.” you said trying to shove him off but he remained solid as he dragged you to your room.

“Let go of me!” you said a little louder and he released your arm from his grip.

“Pack your clothes.”

“Gods, what now?” you said rubbing your arm.

“The Supreme Leader wants you to stay with him.”

Why would the Supreme Leader want you to stay with him? You understood that he was meaning to have sex with you last night before he got interrupted but what now.

“What, why would he say that?”

Ap’lek didn’t reply.

Maybe this was a joke right? The Supreme Leader wanted to mess with you for all the times you were being obnoxious right?

“He is being serious Venus, he wants you to stay with him.”

“You can do that too?” You thought you said it in your head but you guess not.

“Not as good as the Supreme Leader, so hurry up before he takes matters into his own hands and decides to kill us both.”

Ap’lek was joking, he wouldn’t kill one of his prized knights. You on the other hand that sounded more realistic.

It took you 10 minutes to pack your life which was depressing, you fumbled carrying your bags and Ap’lek barely turned to you and sighed. He scooped up both of your large bags one under his arm and one in his hand, the other hand holding his axe.

“Ap’lek you really don’t need to do that, it okay.”

“Quiet.” he said and led you to the Supreme Leaders room again.

You couldn’t get your heart to stop beating so fast, best case scenario you sleep on the nice bed you slept in yesterday the worst case is that you see the Supreme Leader. Wait that doesn’t sound too bad either… unless he is cross with you and wants to kill you. You shook that idea out of your head if you really wanted to leave you were able to no one can force you to stay in their possession like a prisoner.

Ap’lek opened the door to the Supreme Leaders room and held it open for you to come in.

“Is he here?” you asked him

“Yes he is.” the Supreme Leader responded

Fuck what was the pros and cons of coming here? You should just ask him to leave. You were about to voice your thoughts when he said.

“Ap’lek” your mind couldn’t even process how fast Ap’lek set your bags down and nodded at yourself and then the Supreme Leader. Ap’lek gave one more look in your direction and left.

The silence was unbearable as you stood in the living room area with all your bags.

“Supreme Leader?” You said just wanting some answers.

“I’ll show you to your room.”

He led you to the same room you stayed in last night and watched you as you set your bags on the floor.

“Stay here,” he said plainly

You wanted to keep your thoughts at bay for obvious reasons but you couldn’t help but wonder, Why you? Why now? What is going to happen now?

“You are to stay here until I come to get you.”

“Stay here? Like in this room? I have work tomorrow.”

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’ that’s my job.”

“No, you’re not going to go.”

“No but that’s my job, I can’t just not show up even if I didn’t want to go.” You said annoyed now.

He stopped responding probably because he sensed that you weren’t going to back down. You wish you could see his face his mask giving you a cold expression.

“Why do you need to go in?” he asked but he seemed genuine. Or maybe the vocoder was messing up his voice.

“It’s my job, some other workers are not as experienced as me and to be honest we need all the help we can get.”

He stayed quiet for a while.

“You will go to work and come straight back here.”

“What, why?” You should’ve just left it at that knowing that you shouldn’t be talking to the Supreme Leader of the Galaxy like that.

He grabbed you by your shirt and pushed you into the wall that was behind you.

“Because I’m telling you to that’s why, don’t you ever just shut up.” You could tell he was pissed off.

“I- I just wante-”

“Shut up!” he gripped your shirt tighter until the collar part was tight around your neck. Your face felt red and you felt the heat grow in between your legs.

He looked at you up and down and took his hand off your shirt and replaced it on your neck pressing slightly on the sides of your throat.

The lack of air made you lightheaded and yet you were still turned on by him. You wish you could see his face it has been too long and the image of what he looked like was blurry in your mind.

“Do you like when I do that lovely?” Your eye involuntarily rolled back as his pet name for you came out of his mouth. You shook your head, yes and his grip tightened on your neck leaving you with short breaths of air.

“Oh, you can’t talk now? That’s not going to work.” He pushed you further into the wall and used his other hand to mess with the bottom of your shirt.

“Since you don’t want to talk I guess you’re not going to need your mouth, right?

All you could do was stare into his mask and say a small yes.

He chuckled as you slid down to your knees for the second time that week.

You grabbed the buttons to his pants and quickly undid them, once you got rid of them you pulled out his cock him growing harder by the second.

It seemed all too familiar you on your knees for him, him towering over you. You had no idea what to think of all this it was too much too quickly. But that didn’t mean that you didn’t want him to fuck your mouth.

You grabbed his cock and pulled it down to meet your mouth, you tried to fit as much as you could but in reality, he was too big. As soon as that thought appeared in your head he grabbed the back of your head and started to fuck your mouth.

“You’re going to take all of it isn’t that right lovely?” he growled.

You hummed in response causing him to groan at the new sensation he just forced himself deeper into your mouth. His tip hitting the back of your throat as you just made obscene noises.

“Next time you will learn to speak when spoken to, right?”

You bobbed your head up and down and he laughed.

“You’re such a pretty thing when you’re like this, stuffed with my cock and obeying me. Does this make you wet lovely?”

He knew it did the way you squeezed your thighs to relieve some pressure and the way your eyes rolled back everytime he called you lovely.

He didn’t soften his pace he kept fucking your mouth until he suddenly pulled out he was breathing hard as he lazily stroked himself.

“Do you think you deserve my cum after talking back to your Supreme Leader.”

At that moment that was all you wanted, somehow seeing the Supreme Leader of the Galaxy like this all you wanted was to pleasure him.

“Please Supreme Leader.” your voice strained from feeling embarrassed and from him fucking your throat raw.

“If you say so.” He slammed his cock back into your mouth at an unrelenting speed until he came in your mouth. You swallowed every drop he gave you but he left his softening dick in your mouth, warming it for him.

“Just so you know I can do whatever I want to your mouth because as of right now I own it. So I can stay here all day while you’re on your knees warming my cock.”

You looked at him through your eyelashes, tears still flowing down your cheeks from gagging so much.

“But I think you showed that you can learn, isn't that right lovely?” He questioned as you let himself out of your mouth

“Yes Supreme Leader.” He chuckled at how fast you responded.

“Perfect lovely.” He picked you up until you were able to stand on your own. He took a look at you, your hair probably a mess and the same clothes you had on from work. He took a little longer looking at your thighs.

You glanced down seeing that you had a wet spot in between your legs from how wet you were. Your face turned red with embarrassment and you tried to turn around to prevent yourself from being seen but Kylo turned you so you were stuck facing him.

“Do I make you feel that good?” He emphasizes the word ‘that’. He slowly pushed you back until the back of your legs hit the base of the bed. He brought his hand up a switch in his mask and pressed it. You heard the gears turning in the mask as he took it off finally revealing his face.

“You’ve been listening so well lovely, let me make you feel good… let me taste you.”

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hitbythunder · 4 years ago

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Chandrilan Moons - 2

A Kylo Ren x Reader story with much angst, possessiveness and dark themes (warnings will be updated as the story progresses) –> Read also on AO3

Summary: Growing up under the loving care of your foster-mother, Leia Organa, there had been nothing for you and Rey to want for. Though not of kin, you loved Rey as your sister and spent a happy childhood with her on Chandrila. But when the boiling galactic politics demanded for Leia to take action, for the Resistance to rise and fight, the girls could no longer evade the cruelty of the world. Kylo Ren sought a map as a key to revenge, to freedom, and had no use for a force-unsensitive young girl like you. You were simply a means to an end. Until his darkness latched onto you, drawn in by your light as you were by the demon that is Kylo Ren - inevitably gravitating towards each other, bound to be one. Like the Chandrilan moons.

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____________________________xXx____________________________ 2- Prologue II

It was the following afternoon, when we had lunch with our friends Poe and Rose, as well as two other pilots of Poe's unit.

Dean and Jared? Jack? - I really should pay more attention to such things, if I want to get better at socializing.

Most of the time I felt somewhat uncomfortable even among friends, while Rey seemed to be just in her element, conversing in a charming and slightly flirting manner with ease.

"So what's this about you super-secret mission Poe?" Rose inquired over desert.

"Well it is terribly dangerous and absolutely top-secret, I can assure you." the curly-haired pilot replied, smirking sassy as he leaned with one arm on the table, body twisted casually to the side. He hadn't touched his chocolate-pudding, which he never did actually, and because Rey was too proud to ask for it they would engage in cunning banter before he would eventually give it to her. I had watched the process far too many times by now and thus had begun to bring my holopad to lunch, zoning out in between to read the latest news across the galaxy.

"Oh come on, Dameron!" one of the unnamed pilots groaned, obviously envious of Poe's status as most proficient pilot and commander of the starfighter-fleet.

"Yeah, Poe, give us at least a hint. I know you're dying to boast about it!" Rey grinned from ear to ear, far too much enjoying teasing her friend, while Rose snickered like a little girl with giddiness. In her opinion, Rey and Poe were the perfect couple and the way they stared at teach other with moony eyes was just so romantic - or so Rose had described it to me a few weeks back.

They surely are a handful together, I mused as I watched the exchange, soon choosing to return my attention to the holopad in my lap, browsing through some news.

"Sorry, ladies. My lips-" Poe closed his mouth, index-finger brushing languidly across his full lips in an almost sensual manner. "-are sealed." Pilot #2 whistled indecently, Rose blushing even harder, while Rey remained cool and just glared at Poe. "Fine. I won't tell you of our super-important mission either." she leaned back in her chair and gestured between me and herself.

"You're allowed to go on a mission?" Rose almost jumped out of her seat at the news and the guys too looked rather surprised. Rey's proud smile widened, sitting up straighter in her chair. It was common knowledge around the base that the General stubbornly refused to let her girls go off-planet despite our persistent pleading.

"No way you got the General around on this one." Poe shook his head incredulously, fluffing up his curly brown locks by doing so. Stars, no wonder half of the base's population (aka the female part) fell for the rhoughish pilot.

"You bet we did." Rey scoffed beside her, folding her arms across her chest. "She can't keep us on the ground forever, anyways. In two days we're off and finally get to see someplace else!"

"But you're not in for something too dangerous, are you?" Rose, to the other side of Rey, brought genuine concern to the discussion, the worried expression on her round face most endearing.

"Of course not. Just an easy one, in and out. We'll be back before you know it." came Rey's reply that seemed to put poor Rose at least a little at ease, but pilot #1 apparently didn't bother as he said:

"In and out like on Felucia, you mean?" meant as a joke, his words hung like a dark cloud above the small group, no-body laughing. Rose sat motionless, eyes big and watery. Reflexively, I put my hand on Rey's forearm, sensing her anger as she glared at the pilot from across the table.

"Kriff, Joel!" his comrade hissed at the same time as Poe hit him at the back of his head, not too hard but enough to make him shut up.

Eight months ago, a Resistance unit had been sent to negotiate with possible new allies on Felucia, an insignificant jungle planet with few inhabitants and little natural resources. Thus making for an ideal meeting point if one was to avoid unwanted attention. But after years of (partially open) war, which only marginally impeded the growing influence and military power of the First Oder, the few parties that had maintained their neutrality so far weren't all too eager to change that. It had taken all of Leia's disarming charm, experience and then some convincing to even agree on that meeting on Felucia. And it had ended in a disaster.

Through a well-placed spy, as confirmed later, the First Order had been aware of the meeting and seized this opportunity to remind the rest of the galaxy of the consequences should one merely even consider to side with the Resistance. The knights of Ren, rumored creatures of legend and vile descent, the First Order's most effective and feared unit had been sent there, led by none other than Kylo Ren, rumored heir of Darth Vader. In their wake they had brought destruction and death upon Felucia, hunting and slaughtering every living soul in a blood frenzy. Rose had lost a brother that day, the Resistance yet another straw of hope to turn the tides of the war.

"It will be nothing like that." said I and leaned towards Rose, who nodded in reply and forced her tears away. Hopefully, though, fate wouldn't prove me wrong.

On my way to the private quarters of the base, I walked past the canteen, stopped there as I could make out cheerful voices from within. A moment later, as I was about to peek further into the small hall, Poe appeared in front of me.

"Sorry for Joel's behavior yesterday. He's just a tactless idiot and I know how close you are with Rose." Poe began with a rueful tone, rubbing the back of his head which caused his locks to fluff up even more. It was an unexpected exchange and although he was wrong about me and Rose being besties - that was more Rey to be honest - I felt somewhat flattered by his concern for my opinion about him or his comrades.

"Thanks, Poe. Though he should be apologizing to Rose but that's not your responsibility." I replied and when his face lit up more, I quickly averted my gaze. An odd silence fell between us, which the pilot didn't hesitate to fill in his charming manner.

"Anyways, we're just hanging out before the mission tomorrow." he gestured towards the occupied table at the back of the otherwise empty hall, paused, then turned fully towards me. "Wanna join us?"

As if on cue, when our gazes met, my heart quickened and I felt heat rising to my cheeks. Now he was indeed flattering me, because so far I had only been invited along with Rey to such gatherings and never personally. Since I hadn't had that much experience with guys in my young life, this sudden attention of the handsome pilot surely felt exciting. But as tempting as it was, I had to decline.

"I'd love to, really, but I have meditation-lessons with Rey... and Leia will know if I skip them."

Not that I'm improving that much recently... Still no force-connection in sight...

"Oh, don't bother." how easily Poe waved of a rebuff, so sure of himself, and added without an ounce of doubt: "Then we'll grab a drink together when I'm back."

With a disarming smile and a wave of his hand, Poe made his leave to return to his comrades, while I remained standing at the doorway as if in a stupor, my mind still turning over his words.

Does he mean 'we' as in 'you and I', like the two of us? Have I just been asked out by Poe Dameron?!

"Yeah, great! I-" I stumbled most awkwardly and was probably red as a tomato by now, whispered all to myself as I proceeded down the corridor with a smile. "I'd love that."

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+Present day - on board the Finalizer, orbiting Jakku+

Deadly silence hung over the command center of the ship, officers in grey and black uniforms tapping very quietly at their workstations, while General Hux and Kylo Ren had a small stand-off in the middle of the bridge. Although everyone was curious about their conversation, eaves-dropping wasn't a feasible option because the Commander would know immediately if someone's mind was not occupied with their work.

Kylo sensed the staff's unease at his presence, their distrust bordering on superstition regarding his powers, but by now he didn't care much about it. In fact, to have his subordinates tremble at his name gave him a distinct kind of satisfaction as well as affirmation that he was becoming a major entity within the galaxy, a person not to be meddled with. With that in mind, he let his gaze sweep over the sheep beneath him and felt the Force rippling with their fear. If not for his helmet, one could have spied the tiny smirk tugging at his lips then.

"The Supreme Leader will be most displeased if we don't acquire the map soon." Hux's voice brought Kylo back to the task at hand, his helmeted head snapping back towards the ginger-haired man.

"Then why did it slip your grasp twice now?" his voice a hiss, barely concealing his contempt for the man as well as his methods. But before Hux could even think of a snippy reply, an officer to their left announced that the droid containing the sought-after map had been sighted on Takodana.

"Excellent!" Hux beamed and barked a few commands to get a squadron of troopers on-site immediately, a sudden agitation filling the room as everyone was eager to comply.

"Prepare my ship!" Kylo ordered a nearby officer, then said to Hux in a no less commanding voice: "I'll go in myself and get that map."

"How gracious of you to join the efforts." the General sneered, but could not hide his wounded-pride at the repeated failure of his men regarding that blasted map. As reserved and in control Hux might think himself to be, his beetle-eyes betrayed his every emotion so that Kylo didn't even need the Force to have a good guess at the man's thoughts.

"It's not my head that rolls first if this gets fucked up again." he stated boldly and loud enough for everyone to hear, leaving behind a fuming Hux as he marched out of the command center. Truth as it may be that Snoke wouldn't punish Kylo for the loss of the map - not severely and perhaps not even directly - Kylo couldn't let that chance go wasted. If he wanted to shed his former life and become stronger in the Dark Side he needed to best his old master, his cursed uncle, once and for all.

First Luke Skywalker, then Snoke himself, so that there would be no one left to challenge him.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren #star wars fanfic #drama and angst #slow burn #possessive!Kylo

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 69

Happy May the Fourth, to all of my readers. A long chapter is ahead of you, I suggest you grab some tissues for this one. You will need it.

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother, but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, A character shamelessly based on Zelda

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 69: Wedding Bells

“Long Live the Supreme Leader,” erupted the crowd in repeat. You stepped back from the podium as the First Order anthem played and salutes were given. After the anthem was finished the crowd fell into deafening chants of ‘Long Live the Supreme Leader’ and ‘Bow to the First Order.’ You quickly took your leave back to your chambers as Hux took over the assembly. He gave you a small nod as a sign of good work.

Kuruk and Trudgen flanked you, back all the way to your chambers. Your staff would be returning when the assembly was officially over, but you had the privilege of only needing to be there for your part. You informed the knights that you would like to be alone.

You sat down and tried to process what you had just seen. Kylo killing her, killing Rey. The woman who thought she could take him away from you. If you were being honest with yourself what you witnessed should have appalled you, but it didn’t. There was something in you that was thrilled at him protecting you, at protecting your relationship with him. He was an unhinged demon sent to protect you, your own personal god.

You were disturbed from your thoughts by your staff entering your chambers. There was a buzz of excited chatter among them. They apparently enjoyed watching the battle, just probably not as much as you did. You all quickly got back to work on ceremony arrangements. You were going to send a few of them down to the surface to monitor and report back on the repairs.

Before lunch, the dressmaker arrived with your dress in her hands. It was covered in a bag, but you sent your staff away as you lead her to your dressing room. Only Adlez and Olivia-Rose were allowed to see it before the ceremony. Your jaw dropped when the dressmaker pulled it out of the bag. “It’s beautiful.” You ran your hand over the lace of sleeves.

“I need you to try it on as there may need to be a few adjustments to be made,” said the old woman. But the dress fit like a glove.

You felt like a goddess and you looked like one too. You were definitely going to stand out from the venue itself. You would look like a rare white Lilium amongst the scorched earth. A piece of delicately pure femininity amongst the masculine obsidian architecture. And next to Kylo you were going to look like the fair maiden that tamed the savage, bloodthirsty monster. A piece of pure moonlight cherished by the most menacing black as dusk creature to grace the galaxy. His own personal star, in the coldness of his grim night sky.

When Adlez placed the veil on your head you instantly knew you were ready for this, ready to marry him, ready to be Empress. For the first time, you felt so sure that this would be your destiny. Your eternity with him.

“Empress Ren,” said Adlez as she looked at you in the mirror.

You met her eyes with a smile. “Yes.”

All three of them sang praises of your beauty. You didn’t even want to take off the dress, but you knew you had to as it wasn’t time yet. With a saddening heart, you watched as Adlez hung it up on the back of the armoire. You would get to wear it in two days’ time, or so you hoped. But for now, you were finishing up plans for the ceremony.

The dress was put away; you had your usual luncheon with members of the High Command, your lesson, dinner, and then getting ready for bed. Your schedule still feeling rather boring as the anticipation of the ceremony growing closer took over your every thought. You were prepared for bed by Adlez and Olivia-Rose, who both insisted that since it was so close to the ceremony that you needed to be pampered every night and every morning. Once they were done you tucked yourself into bed as Adlez handed you your sleeping pill, seeing as really you only needed someone there to make sure you took it after you were already lying down, for your safety.

You woke up the next morning and were pampered again. You were to visit the surface again, just to see the preparations for yourself. Adlez and Olivia-Rose were going to join you as they needed to see the room you were going to get ready in. You wanted only them to see you in your dress before the ceremony, so that meant you had to get ready at the castle.

The descent to the surface felt different this time. None of your party felt as anxious or worried as they did previously. When you exited the ship you were greeted by excited Alazmec. The translation droid told you that they were saying variations of ‘its nice to see you, goddess’ ‘welcome back’ ‘bless you’ and other joyous things. You told the droid to thank them, even if there was no way to directly say it.

You approached the large imposing monument. The repairs on the outside seemed to be coming along. The Alazmec seemed to set up a shrine or offering table right outside the entrance. It made you smile; they seemed to be very happy that the castle was being repaired. The inside of the castle looked even better than the outside. The black obsidian was so shiny they were mirrors. They looked like they could hold your future, but in a way they did.

You were shown to a side room that would be where you were supposed to get ready. Adlez and Olivia-Rose were moving about the room. You heard Adlez speak to an officer about getting a vanity and a full-length mirror. Which he promptly took as an order. You were very pleased at the progress of everything. You left them in that room to visit the ceremony space again. This time the room was immaculate. You imagined standing there with Kylo, being announced his wife, being crowned Empress. Wearing your dress. It was all starting to come together.

You meandered around the room for a bit waiting for the rest of your landing party to join you. Once they did you made your way back to the shuttle and back to the Supremacy. You had a luncheon, your lesson, and then you were alone for dinner. Just after dinner, you decided to curl up by the fireplace upstairs before you would get ready for bed. Tomorrow would be your wedding day, and you wanted to enjoy the peace while you still had it, but that didn’t happen.

You received a holo transmission from Kylo, but he wasn’t there exactly. You could see him, but it wasn’t your normal call, you almost wondered if this was another pre-recorded transmission like that from the day before with the scavenger, but you could see the little red light to signify that this was a live call. You called out to him but he couldn’t hear you; you kept watching what was happening.

And then you saw her, his mother. She approached him slowly. “Please take off that mask. You don’t need it.” Her voice reflected the tiredness you saw in her eyes.

He dwarfed her in size, “What do you think you’ll see if I do?” His approach towards her was less threatening than it was with Rey. He still looked like a beast before his prey, but this time he regarded her as more.

She looked sad, “The face of my son.” Her voice was earnest. She had the face of a mother that was desperate to see her child once more. The son that was right in front of her.

He took off the helmet. You could see her eyes water more as she looked upon his face.

“Your son is gone. He was weak and foolish, just like his father. So I destroyed him. I am destroying him to protect her.” You could hear waves of emotion in his voice now. They were no longer being distorted by his helmet’s modulator. “Did you come here to say you forgive me? To save my soul?”

She shook her head, “I failed you, Ben, my son.” She was still using the name of the man he despised, the man he wanted to kill.

“You did. And I’m sure you are. The Resistance will be dead. The war is over. And when I kill you, I will have killed the last piece of Ben Solo. I’ve destroyed the scavenger, and soon you, and all of it.” He wildly gestured around him. You wished you could see inside his mind, just like he was able to see inside yours. Tears were freely falling from your face, you knew what was about to happen.

“You don’t have to do this,” she was pleading to the devil now. But he couldn’t save her, he couldn’t save himself. He had made his decision long ago, and now he was fulfilling his destiny.

“I’m being torn apart. I want to be free of this pain. I want her free of this pain. I know what I have to do, but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it.” You lurched forward in your seat, on edge at what you were witnessing. Your heart constricting as you knew he needed to do it, but part of you was mourning for him. You wished there was another way.

“You do know this won’t be the end of it? I know you have felt it too. Something is stirring. It needs to end.” She knew something you didn’t. You were worried. What was she saying? Was something worse on the horizon?

He simply nodded and asked, “Will you help me?” He held out his hand.

“Of course,” she seemed to know what he was asking as she took his hand. He drew her into his arms. You watched as a son held his mother in one last embrace.

“Thank you.” You saw the red flash of his saber. Unlike the scavenger, her ending was peaceful, there was no fight. You watched as he dropped to his knees, clutching her body to his. You heard a singular loud grief-filled sob before her body disappeared from his arms. With his back still to you, he picked up and put on his helmet. His shield from the outside world. He stood, and as he straightened his back the transmission ended.

You felt cold, and you quickly looked at your wrist. The name Ben Solo was gone. Kylo Ren was now in bold black letters. He killed him. Ben Solo was dead. Kylo Ren was victorious. Your head grew dizzy with the realization and before you could do anything you blacked out.

You awoke to a frantic Adlez holding you; you were on the floor. “M’lady are you all right? We’ve been trying to wake you for an hour now.” Your eyes were finally able to focus on those around you.

“I’m fine. The Supreme Leader will be back for the ceremony tomorrow. I need to get some rest,” you responded to her.

The doctor looked at you with a knowing eye. “Yes, in fact, I recommend that you do get some rest.”

Adlez and Olivia-rose got you ready for bed, they drew you a relaxing bath, once that was over they helped you change. When you exited the bathroom, the doctor was still waiting patiently for you.

“I’ll give her her medication tonight, you have an early morning tomorrow. Go get some rest,” said Dr. Dabrini to Adlez.

She gave you both a look but followed orders.

“Now m’lady may I presume that your fainting spell had something to do with the Supreme Leader?” He knew the situation all too well to hide anything from him.

“Yes, he’s finally killed Ben Solo, completely. I think that’s why I passed out,” you confided.

“You are the first known case of this circumstance, so I wouldn’t be surprised, but you and the Supreme Leader are also more compatible biologically than any other match I’ve ever seen. I just wanted to confirm my suspicions.”vHe then gave you your sleeping pill, and you fell asleep quicker this time. You were out by the time he had left the bedroom. Your body’s exhaustion catching up to you. Another black, dreamless night. A comfort to you now.

Adlez and Olivia-Rose singing “Here Comes the Bride” awoke you. This put you in a pleasant mood, to see them in such excellent moods. You were also just excited to see Kylo in person again. To see him as himself fully for the first time, to see him as just Kylo Ren.

They got you into the bathroom for another bath, this time you were heavily inspected from head to toe. You were to be perfect today. And they would make sure of it. Once you passed inspection you were dressed in a long black wrap dress for your travels of the day. As a treat, you had breakfast out on the patio complete with mimosas. You were only joined by them as the rest of your staff were to help with the preparations of the ceremony itself.

After breakfast Adlez grabbed your dress and Olivia-Rose got everything else, you would need to get ready, and then you were off to the hangar to go down to the surface. Your excitement grows with every second. Exiting the ship you were once again greeted with cheers of excitement from the Alazmec, but now there were officers and ‘troopers among them. You felt like a princess.

You entered the castle being quickly ushered into the side room where you were to get ready, “I will personally stick the Supreme Leader with a pin if he tries to see you before the ceremony. I’ve been informed that it is bad luck in your culture and I do not mess with superstitions,” said Adlez, shutting the door behind you.

“Speaking of which,” said Olivia-Rose. “We have some things for you. The first being something old,” she produced a beautiful set of earrings. They featured a small white pearl at the base, but attached to a long delicate silver chain was a larger black pearl. “These belonged to Queen Padme Amidala herself. They are one of the most sensible pieces of jewelry she owned.”

“And this is something new,” said Adlez handing you a matching pearl necklace, with two small white pearls bookending a larger black one on a delicate silver chain. “A gift from the both of us.”

You didn’t know what to say, but you started to choke up while trying to thank them.

“Now, now, now. We shall have no tears before the wedding,” said Adlez, wiping them from your face.

“Thank you both, I really appreciate it,” you were great full for both of them. You would be utterly lost in this whole experience if it wasn’t for them.

“It's the least we can do,” said Olivia-Rose. You saw a sweet smile erupt on her face. But before any conversation could continue, there was a knock on the door.

“Ah that should be the something borrowed,” said Adlez. The door opened to reveal Captain Phasma.

“You should not need this, but here is there something borrowed. It is one of the few things from my planet that I brought with me to the First Order.” She handed you a small intricate knife. The gesture almost made you tear up again, but you held it in.

“Thank you Phasma I hope I won’t have to use it either,” you gave her a knowing smirk. If anyone tried anything while Kylo was present, your knife would be the least of their worries.

“And finally something blue,” said Adlez. It was cheesy, but it was a beautiful blue lace garter. “I think this is something the Supreme Leader will enjoy,” She said with a wink.

You were thankful they paid attention to the small cheesy wedding tradition; it made you feel as if this was the plan all along.

Adlez did your hair in an intricate but elegant style, something more sleek than the late queen ever wore. Olivia-Rose kept your makeup beautiful but simple, bringing out your natural beauty. Once they were done they helped you dress in your wedding gown. Applying finishing touches here and there before putting on your cathedral length veil. You had a bouquet made of all your favorite flowers; it reminded you of when you first met Kylo, the small but kind gesture he gave you. You were ready to go down the aisle.

Olivia-Rose slipped out of the room. She was to inform you when it was time. Adlez was giving you a reassuring pep talk that you really didn’t pay attention to. You were too focused on wanting to rush out and get this all over with. Olivia-Rose stuck her head in, giving you the go-ahead. Both of them guided you through the door into the adjoining hall that led to the ceremony space. It was completely empty, just like you hoped. You wanted everyone to see you at once. You wanted to take their breath away.

You paused at the entrance to the space, Olivia-Rose and Adlez opened the doors for you revealing you to all that awaited your entrance, and most of all to Kylo. There was no traditional march music, you just strode confidently down the aisle to him, and to where Hux stood as the officiant.

Kylo himself looked the same, but different in many ways. He wasn’t wearing his mask or his usual uniform. He was wearing a black coat-like garment that featured embroidery that made him look like the galaxy himself. Once again his hair was braided out of his face, and a single gold circlet crown adorned his head. He looked stunning.

The ceremony itself was just the common practice one from your planet, with all the to have and to hold and in sickness and in health vows. Really, you couldn’t focus on anything other than Kylo. His black eyes searching your face, holding your own eyes hostage. You remember the exchange of rings. Kylo’s being a simple black band with a silver cut out that matched the shape of yours. Your ring was a simple silver band with a large black jagged stone, it reminded you of Kylo.

You also remember the kiss, after Hux said the words “You may now kiss the bride,” Kylo scooped you up into his arms so fast, his lips crashing down onto yours. You could tell he couldn’t really take it any longer, he needed to be with you. He dipped you back in the old fashion way and deepened the kiss. Most couples had a chaste first kiss as a married couple, you did not, but you were not complaining. After you heard Hux clear his throat Kylo brought you back up to vertical and ended the kiss. You had no idea how long your first kiss was, but you didn’t care.

After the kiss was your coronation, which also went by in a rather a blur. You remember having to kneel in front of Kylo as he deemed you Empress, and you remember the removal of your veil and the placing of your crown. Unlike Kylo, you had a proper crown, one that made you feel like the Empress you were. You also remember being announced Empress and hearing a roaring cheer.

You remember taking Kylo’s arm and walking down the opposite hallway to where you came from. You hadn’t explored this part of the castle. Suddenly you remember that you never planned any sort of reception after the wedding, but upon entering the room he led you to, there was no need for one.

There was a small buffet spread, much like the one when you first met him, but you were in a rather elegant bedroom this time. Your anxiety spiked.

“Would you like to eat first,” asked the man in question himself. He could probably feel how nervous you were. It was practically radiating off of you.

In the back of your mind, you had expected a reception before your wedding night. There was always a reception. You felt stupid. “Yes, please.” You were attempting to stall. You haven’t seen him in over a week, let alone really even touch him—kiss him. You felt like a typical blushing virgin at the whole ordeal, but you weren’t.

He guided you to the food, both of you choosing a rather small amount of the rich selection. You were worried that if you ate too much, it might make you sick with your current spiked anxiety. You stuck to light foods, enough to take the edge off of your worries, but not enough to make you look and feel heavy. When you both finished your food Kylo took your plate from you and set it aside. He then took your hand and guided you to the bed, he paused at the foot of the bed and in a swift but suave motion he brought your hand to his lips where he graced it with a kiss. His lips kissed along the back of your hand and eventually found their way to your wrist, to his name. With hungry eyes he stepped closer to you, enchanting you with his overwhelming presence.

As he drew you in close to his lips found that familiar place behind your ear, his place, his mark. His hand found the small of your back as he pushed you flush against him, that hand trailed its way down to your ass where he held you in place. You could feel him still for a moment before his other hand raised your chin up, so your lips barely met his. “I have waited for this moment for a thousand lifetimes, Kitten.” Something about the way he said his pet name for you at that moment had you melting like putty in his hands.

You felt his hand come back up to the bare opening of your dress; he started to unbutton it. His lips brushed over yours before he said, “Actually, I’ll let the Force handle this.” You then felt his hand leave your back, to cup the side of your face. An all too familiar presence then started unbuttoning the dress for him. You attempted to return the favor, but you struggled, earning a chuckle in response as Kylo assisted you.

His hands guided the dress down your arms, and he took a step back to assist you with stepping out of your gown. You then led him to the bed, you in just your bra, underwear and garter, and him in just the black slacks. He looked down at your little lace garter in confusion, toying with it before he attempted to hook a finger through it but you stopped him. “It’s actually a tradition that you... remove it with your teeth.” You could feel yourself blush as you suggested it.

He cocked a brow, with a smirk dancing on his lips, “With my teeth?”

You eagerly nodded, hoping he would take the hint and indulge you. When his head dipped down to your thigh, you knew you had won a small victory. You felt him kiss the tender flesh of your inner thigh before he nibbled around the edge of the garter, nothing too harsh, but more of a tickle. You then felt him take it between his teeth, and he play growled at you causing you to gasp, as he held eye contact as he slid the piece of lace down your leg and off your foot.

He crawled back up to your face with the piece of discarded lace still in his mouth. He hovered directly over your face as he spoke with it between his teeth, “Did I do it right?”

You let out a cry and agreed feverishly, you could see your blush now extending down to your chest as you got a heated feeling between your thighs, where close to where his face just was. You looked up at him from under your lashes, trying to maintain any semblance of innocence you had in front of this hungry beast. His lips attacked yours, in a familiar but new fashion. Now he had an end goal that was attainable, his desire bleeding into the kiss. His hands winding into your hair, like a prayer on the wind. You braced a hand against his strong broad chest and wound another in his hair, feeling the back of his skull under your fingertips.

Somewhere in between kissing you and making fresh new marks down your neck, he had managed to unhook your bra, chucking it somewhere behind him. His large calloused hands roamed your bare chest, squeezing and testing each breast in his hands. His fingers teasing and pinching your nipples, causing deep moans, where he used the opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat. Eventually, his lips made their way back down your neck and to your breasts, taking their time as they nipped the tender flesh beneath them. As eager as you assumed him to be, he was taking his time. As if he was committing every individual pore to memory.

You soon felt his wet tongue against your nipple, licking, teasing you, before his lip enclosed around it. And you felt a pleasurable pressure as he sucked and teased your tit. You threw your head back in a moan as your hips met his, grinding against his. You heard a growl like a groan from deep within his chest, “So you like that Kitten?” It was a question that really didn’t need to be answered as he could see, feel the reaction it had on you. His eyes ravenous as the stared at you from his position at your chest. You replied by rolling your pelvis against his.

He switched his attention to your other breast, doing the same as he did before, only this time he tentatively bit down this caused you to yelp in surprise. While you were distracted he hooked a finger into the band of your thong and pulled it down off your body, using the Force to fully remove it from your equation. His lips came crashing down onto yours and dominated you as they always did. He continued to bruise your lips as he feasted upon your tender flesh. He took his time as he made his way back to his branding mark behind your ear, making sure it was as dark as it was before he left. While one hand was toying with your hair, keeping it out of his way, the other took one of yours in his as he guided you to his pants. Assisting you as you fumbled to get them off of him. Both of you eventually gave up as he used the Force to rid his body of them.

And then you were bare under him, just as he was over you, his gaze locking you in place, “Would you like me to be sweet or would you like to meet the beast you married?” His eyes were pooling with desire and power. He was starving and only you could sate him.

Both options thrilled you as you could feel the slick starting to pool between your legs. You had been denying him for too long. “Are those my only options?” You fluttered your lashes at him, there was no need to flirt, but you couldn’t help yourself. It boosted your confidence knowing that he only had passion for you—only you.

“Yes, one or the other kitten.” A smirk gracing his plump, bruised lips. He was doing a wonder on himself as he was worshiping you. You quickly glanced down between you, his hard cock close you your tender wet cunt. You wanted him.

“How about I take sweet first and if I’m up for it afterward, I will tame the beast?” He was too close, yet too far away. You just wanted him to do something about your lust, your desire. You wanted him.

His smirk disappeared for a moment, as a deep desire swirled in the dark pools of his eyes. “As you wish,” his voice probably coming out more hoarse than he intended.

One of his hands fell you onto your belly and slowly made its way down to your crotch. His finger slowly, tantalizingly stroked you, causing a gasp to escape your lips. His face buried against your neck as he chucked, “Purr for me, Kitten.” The gasps turned into moans as his strokes became circles, teasing your clit, making you squirm with pleasure. He then dipped a finger into your sopping wet entrance. You gasped again, this time arching your back and throwing your head back with want and need.

“Please,” you begged. Your body screaming for him, wanting him inside you.

“Please what Kitten,” he teased. Knowing full well what you wanted.

“Please Kylo, I want you. I need you.” Your brain struggling to find the right words, any words as he thrust his finger in and out of you, teasing a second, long thick finger at your hole.

“You want me to what Kitten? What do you need from me, say it?” A second finger fully joining the first scissoring inside of you before he teased a third.

“I want you...” but before you could finish your sentence, he thrust a third finger inside of you, pounding into.

He chucked at your reaction to him, “You want me to what Kitten? I won’t give it to you unless you ask.”

“Please.” Thrust. “Fuck.” Thrust.” Thrust. “Me.” Thrust. “KYLO!” You practically yelled his name as his fingers pounded inside of you, your breasts bouncing at force the motion.

His lips grazed yours before he teased, “Well since you asked so nicely.” This man was going to be the death of you in more than one way. You whimpered as he removed his hand, but you weren’t able to complain for long as his dick teased your entrance. He lined himself up before slowly inserting his large cock. Your body had previously stretched to his fingers, but this was a different sensation altogether.

He filled you completely, owning up to the title of being more beast than man. Once he was fully sheathed in your hot wet cavern, a hand moved your hair from your face. “Tell me when to move, Kitten.” He was letting you get used to his sheer size. Your walls clamping down around him as you tried to adjust. Your body enjoying the pleasure of being full.

You nodded as words failed you. He took your hips in his hands as he slowly started to fuck into you. His lips finding yours, attempting to kiss you before you both abandoned the idea, to just rest foreheads against each other, panting as one connected being. You could tell that this was taking all of his self-control. He was being rather gentle with you. Asking if you could handle more before fucking into you harder. His pace speeding up and his hips pounding harder.

In the end, his hands abandoned your hips as he braced himself against the headboard. The entire bed shaking at the impact of his thrusts. His groans and moans of pleasure sounding more animalistic than anything.

You felt the pressure of euphoria building, threatening to make you cum. “Kylo, I…” you attempted to warn him. He took this as a signal to pound into you even harder, which you hadn’t thought was possible, but you should stop underestimating his sheer strength and animalistic nature. Your walls squeezed around his cock as the waves of orgasm washed over you, screaming his name. You heard him snarl in pleasure above you as his thrusts lost their steady pace, joining you in your nirvana. You heard your name ghost his hips as he fucked hard into you before his pace slowed down considerably before he came to a halt. His freshly orgasmed cock still inside you. His forehead resting against yours, as you tilted your head up to kiss him, which for the first time he lazily returned, lacking his usual eager vigor.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his lips. Reveling in your post-sex glow. Your body felt new again.

“Mmhmm,” was his initial response as he was gathering his breathing. His lips returning a kiss, as you could feel his cock stiffening within you, “Now for the beast.”

A/N: I may have committed sacrilege, but it's May the Fourth and I should go out with a bang. Let me know how you are feeling either in the comments or the inbox.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #a soul to mend his own #kylo x reader #kylo ren smut #may the fourth be with you #kylo x you #star wars #first order #star wars imagine #sw first order imagine #Star wars soulmate au #star wars first order #i am most definitely evil

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reylofanfictionanthology · 5 years ago

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For one is love and both are one in love is now live!

Authors will be revealed next week! For now all fics are anonymous. Treats can be posted through author reveals on 2/21. We will post an updated masterpost at that time.

For one is love and both are one in love collection on AO3 | Gift Fic Master Post Part One | Treats Masterpost

Gift Fic Master Post Part Two:

In Other Words, Hold My Hand for MBlair

Stargazing and waltzing on the lake.

Meet Me in the Meadow for MeadowHayle

Ben was not the typical Alpha. Rey was not the typical Omega. Utterly indifferent to other people, only in their fantasies or dreams would they experience desire. After many years of loneliness, they meet in a support group for struggling demi-humans, and everything changes. Ben and Rey embark together on a healing journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance. Maybe, they don’t need to be alone, anymore. Maybe, they were never alone, to begin with.

The Rise of Ren for Merixcil

For the last seat in the Knights of Ren, there are two candidates. The first, a powerful scion of a great Force legacy, formally trained by the last Jedi. The second, a force sensitive urchin with no past, nurtured by the cut-throat criminal underworld. Kylo or Kira. There can only be one.

Legion for midwinterspring

The war was over. Across the galaxy, hundreds called out in one voice: “I need a teacher.” A fic for midwinterspring for the RFFA Valentine’s Day 2020 Exchange Prompt: Rey and Ben train new Force users and fix things

All That Glitters for MintyCel

The Kingdom of Exegol holds the key to Kylo's future. All he needs to do is to get past the omega guarding it.

Thaw My Frozen Heart for Miranda13

“A bounty hunter decides that the former Supreme Leader would make an excellent prize and manages to get the jump on Ben while he is on a mission for the Resistance, encasing him in carbonite. Rey is quick to mount a solo rescue mission and helps Ben recover from the hibernation sickness when she eventually gets him back." - Reylo-Prompts

Good Boy for MissCoppelia

Ben adopts a dog who needs some training. Thankfully, he gets help (and a little bit more) from Rey, a dog trainer.

the world's not perfect but for misszeldasayre

What would happen in a galaxy where the New Republic never got off the ground and the First Order choked before it started? Maybe a scavenger girl would become a foundling under the care of a Mandalorian bounty hunter. Maybe a troubled child would shake off a burdensome legacy to follow his father's less-than-lawful profession. Maybe a cocky flyboy would find himself using his charm to win gigs delivering spice for the syndicates. Maybe a mechanically-minded girl would start taking off-the-books jobs for the occasional criminal. Maybe a boy with too many questions would leave his parents to learn about this thing called the Force. Turns out the galaxy is a lawless place with every sentient for themselves.

like roses and clover for mrstater

" There is no comfortable position. No matter how he laid down on his cot, his bones feel brittle, his skin itching all over with the sensation of a thousand ants crawling all over his body. His stomach swirls like a maelstrom, and he blames it on the caf he had in order to stay awake through one of his lessons. Pathetic. You can’t even sleep right. He promises to skip the caf the next day, and his consciousness floats on the surface even as he wishes to be pulled under." -- Ben Solo has never had a single good night's sleep in his life. Rey of Jakku never wanted one. The Battle of Exegol rang and wants to know if this is still the case.

It never gets easier, you just get better. for MyJediLife

Ben is an addict working through his pain. Rey is a counselor assigned to his care. They weren't supposed to fall in love.

Dreamscape for Nebulous Bounds (RainonyourBack)

Kylo mostly worsens and occasionally betters Rey's visions while she sleeps.

Why we can't be for newseptembers

When old Maz forsaw a dyad, Rey never thought it would be a soulmate bond between her and the First Order coven member Kylo Ren. Desperately trying to undo her connection to the enemy, she seeks out ancient texts and meets Ben, a bookshop owner and crafter, who seems to catch her attention every time they meet.

Beside the Lake for Ngoc12thefangirl

“Ben…” It’s half groan, half laugh, all ache — and he wants to reach out to her but he doesn’t trust himself to stop at only holding her hand. Rey’s gaze softens, and that grief she’s been feeling comes roiling out of her like a thunderstorm. It’s too much for him to take. “Tell me.” “I want kids.” She says the words so softly that he might not have known what she was saying if he hadn’t seen her lips moving and heard the syllables echoing in his mind. “Oh.” It’s stupid, but he doesn’t know what else to say. “I mean…” She fumbles again, but this time she doesn’t even bother finishing in words. I want kids now. A short, smutty one-shot in which Ben and Rey grapple with the next step in their life together.

You Need A Teacher for ninecrimes

After the events of TROS, Rey returns to Ahch-To... and a healed Ben Solo. There, she plans to consummate their relationship. Too bad she has no idea what she's doing.... Luckily, Ben is happy to teach her everything he knows. ----- “Okay.” Rey took a deep breath, preparing herself for the strange, mortifying experience to come. “So what do I do?” “Well,” he said, “first you let me kiss you some more. Then, when you’re ready, you take your clothes off. Then you sit on my face.” “Just like that?” “Just like that.”

Grey Skies Ahead for NiriKeehan

She took his hand—not in the name of the Light, or the Dark. They were a dyad, the embodiment of balance—an Alliance of Grey.

Ever as before and ever just as sure as the sun will rise for OccasionallyCreative

The war is over. On a peaceful estate in Naboo's Lake Country, Rey and Ben prepare for their wedding and think of how they got here. Using lyrics of title song of 'Beauty and the Beast'.

swish of the bumblebee for OptimisticBeth

She should get the sand - and gravel, and rocks - and run all the way home and make things right for him. Although, the fish had gotten her into this mess in the first place, however inadvertently, so maybe she should move him to Finn’s room where she wouldn’t have to look at his little fins swishing away ever again, reminding her of- Rey's betta fish needs an upgrade in living conditions. When she posts a question asking for help, she gets a little more than she bargained for.

Dissolver of Sugar for optimus_pam

“Rey...what could anyone do, to make up for what Kylo Ren did?” Or: Redemption isn't supposed to be easy. A TROS fix-it fic, of sorts.

Delirium for PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

That was the trouble with these things, wasn't it? Every once in a while the drugs backfired and they both got a dose of what was really, probably, very potent pheromones. Excerpt: He heard the edge of anger in her voice, the snarl she tried so desperately to conceal. The powder was getting to her. "You're jealous, aren't you?" "No!" "You are." Against his better judgement, he stalked to her, backing her to the wall. "You can't stand the fact that you're not my first partner." "I'm not your partner!" He leaned in, lips almost to her ear. "You want to be though, don't you?" She barreled into him with a scream, head connecting with his chest as she tackled him to the floor. Faster than he could react, she had his arms pinned over his head, knees firmly pressing into his breastbone. "I don't want to be anything to you. Not your friend, not your ally, and especially not your lover."

Renewed for patig_00

The world between worlds is neither hot nor cold. So when Ben feels his arms break into gooseflesh, when his shoulder aches with not a remembrance but an actual twinge of pain, when he tries to rouse himself from meditation and realizes that he’s fighting the need to fall back asleep, he opens his eyes—in a room on the Millennium Falcon. [[Something in the Force allows Ben Solo to be resurrected on the Millenium Falcon during a little Resistance mission. Expected hilarity ensues. Angst WITH A HAPPY ENDING.]]

a million miles (cross the ocean) for persimonne

in which the Force tries to pay back some of the debt it owes the Skywalkers.

All that's best of dark and bright for persopilliankore

Rey had big plans for Valentine's Day: laundry, errands, and an evening of fantasizing over her impossibly sexy building manager, Ben Solo. That was before she found an anonymous love poem in her mailbox.

Wherever There is You, I Will be There Too for politicalmamaduck

According to Greek mythology, Tartarus is the deep abyss used as a dungeon of torment and suffering for the wicked. Rey journeys there in search of a lost soul.

Laid To Rest for PoliticalPadmé (magnetgirl)

Ben wants to show Rey the galaxy, to see it with her. First, they have business on Naboo.

What Was Lost Is Now Found for punkeraa

"Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found." The Parable of the Prodigal Son, New International Version

Be With Me for qotsisajakk

TROS Fix-it. When Rey asks the Jedi of the past to be with her, the bond she shares with Kylo Ren also opens. He is forced to come to terms with his growing feelings for her, and together, they take down the greatest evil, those words continue to bring them together.

Always in Motion for QueenOfCarrotFlowers

Dr. Rey Jackson, archaeologist, is mistaken for a celebrity and given an upgrade to Business Class on her incredibly long flight. Unfortunately, she's been seated next to the douchebag who's been pestering her for the last two hours. More unfortunately, she finds a letter in her carry-on bag telling her that their plane is about to go down. The worst part? The letter was written by Luke Skywalker, a man who has been dead for years.

we might be the outsiders for radioactivesaltghoul

As though, in a blink, the cavern becomes light, and he sees the pale cream and gold shimmer of the creature, with a dark brown pattern across the head and hood.

Between the Sun and the Moon for redbelles

The Force demands that Rey and Ben pay a price for the power they gained in their preparation to take down Palpatine, but they don’t learn what they paid until it disturbs the peaceful life they’re trying to build together after the war is over.

Starless Sky, Black for RedPaladin465

“Why did you change your mind?” It takes a long time for her to answer. “I didn’t want to be alone.”

The Girl From The Tower for ReyloBrit

Prompt: "Quiet and obedient Rey lives a godly life with her grandfather, until the family hire a new gardener Ben, a mysterious and deeply attractive man. Sparks fly between the two."

The Falcon and the Wolf for reylotrash711

On the fifth anniversary of the destruction of Starkiller Base the Senate is throwing a masked ball and invited members of the old Resistance. Still trying to rehabilitate his image, Senator Ben Solo has no choice but to attend. Written to fulfill this prompt: Ben and Rey dance at a masked ball, unaware of who they are dancing with. Until the masks are taken off at midnight. Romance and Sexual Tension ensue, will they be able to refrain their urges? Hell no. But I also mixed in a healthy dose of this prompt as well: Prompt 2 - What if Ben was unable to bring Rey back and had to call on the help of the Skywalkers that came before him? Is he ready to pay the price of losing his force sensitivity for the women he loves?

and we'll live a long life for ReyloTrashCompactor (NextToSomething)

When Rey heals him on Kef Bir, Ben has a vision. He and Rey must work together to prevent it from coming true.

Found Belonging for rissanox

Rey joins her friends and former comrades in arms on Chandrila for the festivities around the anniversary of the battle of Exegol. To everyone’s surprise she is accompanied by two mysterious Mandalorians.

Loathe Thy Neighbor for SaintHeretical

Rey's neighbor is the worst. He listens to terrible music, he's impolitely large, and he smells incredible. She hates almost everything about him. Especially the smelling good bit.

Can You Feel The Love Tonight? for shiiera

Ben Solo travels to Takodana National Park in South Africa on a research mission where he meets fellow researcher, Rey. While they might get along as well as lions and hyenas at first, perhaps they have more in common with each other than they think.

He's Just Not That Into You(r) Scent for shipperofdarkness

Rey is a young and single Omega who hasn't had a lot of luck so far finding a nice Beta guy who isn't a total flake. They say they've had a great time with her, but seem to have a difficult time with calling her back. Ben is an Alpha bartender who is tired of hearing about her dating difficulties, and is ready to drop some truth bombs. An ABO He's Just Not That Into You AU

The Purest Love for six4au

When a deeply scarred and traumatized Ben Solo is placed in a program to try and pair him with a canine helper, he finds that he gets more than he ever imagined with the therapist assigned to him.

The Monster in Skywalker Manner for solikerez

Rey marches up the walk, takes hold of the door knocker, and bangs it sharply three times. Nothing. She rattles the door handle. Nothing. Absurdly, she checks the address (is this the right creepy-and-probably-abandoned-Skywalker-Manner on Alderaan street?). It is. -Or- Rey takes a shady job to clean the old Skywalker Manner and discovers that there's something much scarier than dust and spiderwebs living there. But maybe that's not the whole story, because what kind of monster loves roses and books?

Stargazing for SpaceWaffleHouseTM

“I wish they would go blind, stop whispering: he’s lying, he’ll leave. I hate that they know what I don’t want to hear. Their poison passes my lips, harmless. Call me Faith, not Medusa, no one need become stone.”

through the darkness to the dawn for starfleetjedi

She couldn’t breathe. Spots danced in her vision, black as the nothingness yawning behind her breastbone. Ben was gone. No. The plea tore out of her, wild and broken, racing through the vastness of the Force, past stars and planets and distant moons to the far edges of the universe. There was only silence. She tried again. Ben. Ben, please. Answer me. Or: Rey, after.

Tabula Rasa for suchlostcreatures (godfmischief)

Ben survives the battle on Exegol. That was the easy part.

Intro to Love for TheStolenQuill

Rey and Ben are music students, put together to work on a final that, surprise isn't in a music class. They hadn't really known each other much before that but will that change as they keep working together?

I met you once — ( In a dream ) for thewayofthetrashcompactor (BriarLily)

He sucks in a deep breath and exhales, a pout forming on his plump lips and it's so distracting the way they- "Just Ben," He closes his eyes. "see me no more than that, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚." Or Where Ben and Rey are soulmates and Ben is more than meets the eye

Supernova for Tiara_of_Sapphires

“She loved him so much she was going to smother him with it until there wasn’t a molecule of doubt left in his heart.” After the war Rey and Ben settle into an uneasy life of peace, followed by judgment and resentment. Ben Solo may have decided to remain behind to atone for his sins, but the people won’t forget Kylo Ren so soon.

Happy Accident for tmf

A baby. Her baby having a baby. She’d given up dreams of grandchildren when Ben was fourteen, and not even his having a steady girlfriend had let her change her mind about it. “So yeah, we need to talk,” Rey mumbles at last. Ben doesn’t say a word, and Leia can imagine him clearly, sitting there, staring off into space, dazed—like when she’d told Han that she was pregnant. One fun night at the Yub Nub Club and a little bit of carelessness with the condom... Not that she’d ever tell Ben that he’d been an accident. He’d guessed it for years, but she’d go to her grave asserting he hadn’t been. “You want to keep it,” Ben says at last—a statement, not a question. — Or: Leia watches her son and his girlfriend prepare to become parents.

Crafting A Connection for tmwillson3

Rey and Ben have been friends forever, so much so that Ben never dreamed that it something as small as getting that manager's position he'd been gunning for would get in the way of it. Now that it has, Rey's been distant. So... so distant and he has no idea how to get her back. Rey has only been trying to be a good friend and not use him for his status, which means instead of accepting rides from him like she had, she hasn't. She isn't trying to push him away but things are different, and he's difficult now. What on earth can she do about it? Mother nature has something to say about these two, that's for sure. The snow storm of the year is coming, stranding the two together the Friday before Valentine's Day weekend to give them the time to work things out.

this tangled light for TolkienGirl

The war is over, but at what cost?

Welcome to the Fire for trasharama

Rey is competing on the reality television show, First Order Inferno, for a chance to become Head Chef at Benjamin Solo's latest restaurant. What happens when the competition gets a little too hot in the kitchen?

as certain dark things are to be loved for tropixo (ursaminors)

Lady Rey, Master of the Knights of Ren, makes a choice. She chooses Ben Solo.

Bend or Break for tweis24

It's been six months since the Battle of Crait. Both sides of the war have been continuing down their path, both sides struggling with loss. For some, it's just business. But for others, it's personal. For Rey of Jakku and Kylo Ren... it most certainly is personal. Once again, the Supreme Leader of the First Order and the Jedi, Hope of the Resistance confront each other and clash. How will they react and what will transpire when Bonds are blocked and unexpected events are thrown their way? Will either of them bend? Or will they break?

Heaven, let me through for Twisted_Mirror

No matter how hard they try, they can't get each other out of their heads.

Osmosis for viajeramyra

“I don’t need Ben Solo,” Rey states, rising from the throne. Her steps are slow and deliberate as she stalks towards him. “I need Kylo Ren.” Distantly, she notes the irony. And then she offers him her hand. ------ In which Ben doesn't reach Rey in time. (And the one time he does.)

Tell the World I'm Alive for VirtualMadness

Rey returns to Exegol to retrieve all she has left of Ben Solo: his shirt. But what she finds there isn't at all what she expected to find. (Title comes from the song Who Will Save You Now by Les Friction. The lyrics are just so Reylo and it's a beautiful song.)

Sunset for Vivien

Rey has news. Ben has a question.

Good Morning, Mrs. Solo for walkingsaladshooter

Just a sweet one-shot about a really good morning for Ben and Rey. Modern AU.

After the End for witchsoup

Ambassador Organo-Solo is asked to attend a celebration to mark the anniversary of the end of the war, and is reunited with the woman whose life he saved. The woman he once loved.

getting the best of your opponent is easier if you smooch them first for wombathos

A few months after the Battle of Crait, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren orders a ceasefire and asks to meet a delegation from the Resistance to negotiate the end of the war and the future of the Galaxy far, far away. But our heroes Finn and Rose notice straight away that their friend Rey is behaving strangely…

Borne Aloft for Xochiquetzl

A mysterious voice has called Rey to Tatooine after the death of Ben Solo and the defeat of the First/Final Order. Once she's there, a ghostly guide offers to take Rey through the Underworld to save Ben and return him to the world of the living.

#reylo #reylo fanfiction anthology #rffa writers #for one is love and both are one in love #master post #mod post #moodboard

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findingniamho · 4 years ago

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The Legend of Princess Katarina: Chapter 1

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Here it is, the first proper chapter! This is by far the longest thing I've ever written and I'm so excited to share it. Likes and shares very much appreciated, but mostly I just hope to bring a little bit of magic to your day. Updates on Fridays! 🐟

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Princess Katarina the Second got up as she did every morning: begrudgingly. Usually accompanied to the soundtrack of her mother yelling at someone about something. Today, it was at Sir Sentinell – head of the royal guard – for allowing yet another infestation of venomous vines to take over the crypt.

"You know very well why the crypt must be protected at all costs!" screamed the Queen. She was poised with her hands on her hips, glaring her steely gaze down at Sir Sentinell. Or rather, across at him, Katarina thought with a smirk. Her mother was so short, that even with the guardsman kneeling at her feet, she was only slightly taller. Sir Sentinell gritted his teeth.

"I thought after the last time-"

"Don't you dare interrupt me, you cowardly coopickle!"

A coopickle was a moderately irritating species of fish fly. Not much of an insult in Katarina's opinion, but she could tell that her mother was just getting warmed up. Sir Sentinell was going to witness the wrath of Queen Evangeline the First. Things, thought Katarina, as she reached for some caramel pebbles, are about to get interesting.

"I have spent 18 long, stressful years building this queendom up to the magnificent one you see today. I have negotiated with the kingdoms; I have made the people moderately contented and I have raised my child all by myself! I have a million and one things to do, and I do not have time to shout at you every time something goes wrong!"

Although Katarina had heard Evangeline admit that being able to shout at literally anyone was probably one of the best parts about being Queen.

"So, I don't CARE about last time, I just need you to make sure there isn't a next time! Do you seriously think that I can afford for this to happen after what happened to Oisín? Do you really believe that I, Queen Evangeline, supreme ruler of the queendom of Exclansica, mother of the light and keeper of the Muscova spirit would allow a few pathetic, weak little boys who have the AUDACITY to call themselves knights stand in the way of the protection of my queendom? Well, listen up, sunshine, the answer is no! You all need to toughen. Up. We both know that the sacred contents of the crypt need to be protected, and furthermore-"

"What's in the crypt?"

"Katarina, dear, please don't chew with your mouthful."

Now her mother's glare was fixed on her. Rumour had it that the Queen once glared so fiercely that she had a whole army fleeing back to their kingdom. Just with that look. It was work not to shudder. Katarina swallowed down her caramel pebble and stepped out of the doorway.

"What's in the crypt that needs protecting?"

"Oh, nothing. Just some old bits and bobs, you know how it is."

"Sure," replied Katarina, raising her eyebrows. She turned to go back into her room, munching thoughtfully on pebbles.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" the Queen said, sternly.

Katarina sighed, then made a fist with her right hand and struck her heart twice.

"Exclansica for eternity," she muttered. It was the sign used by everyone in the queendom, the beating of the heart used to show the sacrifices they were willing to make for each other, and the sacrifices of those who had gone before them. The two beats were meant to say I am here so you are not alone. That one beat, or person, cannot be without another. Katarina thought that was pretty ironic, seeing as the only people she ever interacted with were the palace staff, her mother and her best (well, only) friend Quinn. Thinking of Quinn gave her an idea. She rang the bell for a messenger and waited.

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"So, let me get this straight."

Harlequin Grey was hanging upside down off the side of the bed, the silver buckles on her black boots gleaming in the afternoon sun. Her dyed black hair had been scraped up into two short pigtails, and her wings were lime green today.

"You want me, a fairy, to try and focus on distracting the Queen long enough to grab a key that literally never leaves her sight?"

Katarina folded her arms from where she was sitting on the rug by the bookshelf, several books spread out around her.

"What has you being a fairy got to do with it?"

"We're free spirits! We can't be tied down doing one thing for very long. That's why we have wings." She fluttered them and reached with her nail-polished fingers for another caramel pebble from the bag between them. Sitting back up, she popped the pebble into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

"You know," she said, "it really sucks knowing that just because you have wings, doesn't mean that you can fly away."

After the king had been kingnapped thirteen years ago, all unauthorized entry and exit from the queendom had been forbidden. That included flying. Fairies like Quinn really suffered without flying because they had no outlet for their magic. Most magical beings had some kind of object or instrument, but it wasn't in a fairy's nature to be tied to anything like that. With no direction to point their magic, it often took all they had just to keep it under control. This meant that fairies had a reputation of being ditzy and unable to concentrate on anything for more than five minutes. Katarina knew that this made Quinn angry and determined to prove herself. That was probably why they were such good friends: neither of them got along with destiny.

Katarina held up the book she was studying.

"But you could fly away from your responsibilities with me?"

Quinn smiled.

"You truly know me. What's the plan?"

#tlopk #kat #princess katarina #harlequin grey #queen evangeline #niamh writes #OCs #magic #fantasy

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pacificwanderer · 5 years ago

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Whole bunch of anons about “leaks” etc. So, don’t read under the cut if that’s not your jam :) Also, as an aside, I’m going out on a limb here (not really lol) and am gonna say that I think the recent bout of “leaks” are actually speculation based on “toy leaks,” that is, the short phrases on the backs of packaging and nothing more (as in, sure, they’re leaks, but not “plot” leaks from some mole in DLF). Hence, the reason the “leaks” are all over the place and shift around everytime confirmed information (trailers, etc) gets released.

Many retailers get product for major releases weeks in advance (I know because I used to work at one lol), so if they have endcap resets coming up, they’ll get a whole big product display for a specific endcap. If they want displays around the store, they’ll send bulkouts with product. DLF has huge sections in major retailers, so the square footage they need to cover with product is insane. I can only imagine what gets shipped early to them (and I suspect staff who don’t have overnight crews end up doing a hell of a lot of setup prior to their major releases).

Case in point, Walmarts were selling TRoS toys up until a few days ago because they were mistakenly marked for sale (they’re not supposed to be out till Force Friday in October). Once they caught on, they shifted the skus back to whatever bucket they should have been in (and customers weren’t allowed to buy them after that point).

Anyways, makes a whole shitton of sense now that I think about it and is another great reason why you should always take “plot leaks” with a grain of salt because, for the most part, they’re just speculation masquerading as “leaks.” Contrary to popular belief, most people aren’t willing to lose their jobs to get internet points with random strangers. But taking a quick peek at the back of a retail box? That’s more believable (though can still get people fired, so be careful toy leakers).

Remember when MSW spoiled all the Reylo scenes in the Last Jedi? Oh wait... *checks notes* they didn't report on... any of them?

Remember also how they had no idea about Dark Rey, or Palpatine, and seem to conveniently forgotten half of the cast this time around SO FUNNY how that happens.

Not that I believe MSW but I like this new update from them: "If this rumor is accurate in the way I've heard it described, it sets the tone of Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker hard and fast. This movie is about saving Ben Solo and bringing Rey into the fold."

So, they’ve gone from “there’s something between them, but it’s not love” for tlj (which was wrong, by the way lol there’s totally love between them if you’re not looking to miss it), to she’s gonna kill him, to he’s gonna try to kill her, to she’s going to save him and also become a part of his family? Sounds like backtracking after the latest comic got released and it was revealed that Ben was, indeed, abused by Snoke (WHOEVER COULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING, Oh wait. The entirety of the Reylo fandom).

The idea or the “leak” that has Ben personally telling Rey that she is a Palpatine after what he said in TLJ is so stupid and nonsensical. Like if Kylo really wanted her by his side in TLJ then he should have said that her heritage is of the Sith or the Dark Side and that’s what comvinces her to follow that “destiny” or something. JJ did said that IX is not gonna retcon what happened in TLJ so I find this leaks hard to believe but who knows what the hell happens in IX. Anything can happen.

It’s nonsensical to believe that any dialogue at all has made its way out lol. Set descriptions, I could get. But actual dialogue? LOL GTFO. But you’re right, how much more convincing would it be to be all “YOU’RE EVIL, JUST LIKE ME! LET’S BE EVIL TOGETHER!” I mean, that’d be a conversation I’d wanna try first lol.

MSW: “...I do seem to remember first hearing of the flashback sequence [Leia and Luke training] and it being a secret location within Pinewood Studios itself.” A ‘secret location’?! If it was so “secretive” then how the fuck do you know about this?! Also how the hell do you know the context of the scene already when we know they are still editing the film and the script was too guarded?! How the hell do you know what the characters are talking about?!

All of the above, and honestly, how much do they really have of Carrie? I know some resistance scenes were cut out with her, and maybe some Maz stuff, but training Rey? When she herself didn’t want to train to be a Jedi? Really??? Iirc, Luke offered to train her and she was like nah? I’ll have to check on that. Leia’s connection with the Force has always been instinctual in the movies, so... It’s more believable that 3PO could train her lol what with all the shit he’s seen/helping her read the Jedi texts. Yeah, super secret, SO SECRET that random dude bros on the iternet found out about it!!!

It's funny how half the fandom thinks Rey is Luke's daughter because of MSW and no one is paying attention to to the fact that Disney/Lucasfilm have been defending Rey Nobody *and* they have allowed multiple people from the cast and crew to joke about Rey and Kylo being sexually attracted to one another. And then there is John Williams who shows Reylo scenes on the screen when he performs Han and Leia's love theme live in front of thousands of attendees who aren't even into shipping, lol.

Lol people still believe that? Man, it’s 2019. Reylo is real.

Do you think it's possible for Ben to have a convincing redemption if he he were to bring Palpatine back? I was already a bit disappointed that the Sithtroopers respond to him and the Knights of Ren but if he intentionally brings Sheev back it just seems like it'll be more difficult to convince the audience that he's worthy of redemption? I would like this movie to focus on him making good decisions for once, instead of bad ones until a last minute good one like Vader.

There’s nothing that’s going to happen to the Emperor that’s going to happen by accident. Period. He’s had plans working in the background the entire time, so if he comes back, it’s because he wants to come back, not because some accident on Ben’s part made it happen. Honestly, don’t pay attention to leaks that are basically rephrasing box text that says “yeah, kylo should be the most powerful person in the galaxy, but really he’s just fucking around like always, looking for answers to Force questions when he should be focusing on taking over the galaxy” which says to me that he never really did want to take over the galaxy. At all. He has it all, literally, and he’s still not finding what he wants. Which means he still has some exploring to do. Makes sense to me given how sad he looked at the end ot TLJ. These “leaks” also don’t really take into account that we’ve seen Kylo on that desert planet, like why is he there? What’s going on? Honestly, we know a whole lot of nothing about this movie and I’m sure the “leaks” will shift (again, just like they did last time) once the actual trailer gets dropped. Try not to worry about it :)

Hey so I'm kinda confused right now about some supposed "leaks"? Apparently its been "confirmed" by Lucasfilms that Kylo himself is resurrecting Palpatine? I saw some Reylos on twitter saying that Kylo was going to uncover secrets of the dark side and that it would lead to Palps being resurrected. I don't really keep up with leaks or extra material like comics so I'm kinda lost here. Do you know any thing about this? It just doesn't make sense to me why Kylo would do any of what was said?

It absolutely was not confirmed that he brings back palpatine, some box text on the back of his black series figure says, “As Supreme Leader of the First Order, Kylo Ren wields more power than ever before. Nevertheless, Ren continues to search for secrets of the Force from the depths of the dark side.” So, secrets from the Force, doesn’t say shit about palpatine but they’re jumping to conclusions because it “confirms” (in their mind) recent “leaks” (which I actually think are rephrased speculation based on TOY leaks) that speculate he’s looking for Palpatine. Why he’d trade one asshole master for another is beyond me given that he wanted to burn it all down at the end of TLJ. I’m gonna wait till I see the trailer/read more comics/official sources of info, before bothering with this sort of thing. These “leakers” didn’t say shit about Palps returning before his laugh at the end of the first teaser, so they didn’t know shit about it and are only speculating NOW. The only person I saw predict Palp’s return was Wayward Jedi, which was speculation proven to be right.

Cheers all!

#sw leaks #sw spoilers #tros leaks #tros spoilers #epix leaks #epix spoilers #asks and answers #a bunch #anonymous asks #ask pacificwanderer #tros speculation

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thedistantstorm · 6 years ago

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Phoenix Protocol 25

When the Traveler’s Light was returned to the Guardians after the defeat of the Cabal, it did not manifest itself the same in everyone. Miyu, an Awoken Warlock, finds herself struggling with her abilities, her Light feeling different and not her own. With her Vanguard preoccupied with grief and all eyes turned to the Reef, she finds herself turning to an unlikely source in an attempt to rediscover her connection to the Light and define what it means for her as a Dawnblade.

[This amazing art was done for my by the ever-so-lovely @crazy-bone-lady and I’ve been waiting months for this chapter to officially share it with you all!]

Previously

They walk hand in hand to the hangar. There is no one around to see, not even the Shipwright at his hour. Though, if there was, based on how tight their fingers are locked together, Miyu doesn’t doubt for a second that he would not pull his hand away.

“You better keep a close eye on her,” Adelaide is saying over their heads to Tamashii. “I want frequent updates.”

“She sounds like you,” Miyu says, with a tilt of her head in Zavala’s direction. His lips pull up into a wan smile, but it doesn’t stay for long. Her lips purse, and her eyes spark in response. “Don’t look sad, Anata. It isn’t forever.”

“I know,” He intones gravely. “The uncertainty is… I am not partial to it.”

“I’ll check in when I can,” She promises, nudging him gently with her hip. “Maybe even send you a geode or two to use as a paperweight for your office. I’ve read that the rocks there don’t match anything we have in our database.”

“Whatever you’d like,” He says indulgently. “So long as you return safe.”

“I promise.”

Zavala sighs. “It isn’t one you can make, Miyu. I have heard how the curse fares. I am not so naive to think that you won’t see any trouble.”

“Yes, well,” She places her left hand, the one not locked with his, over her heart. “I will make every effort to return safe and sound. Will you accept that promise instead?”

“Yes,” The Commander says, as they approach her ship’s dock. “I’ll hold you to it.”

The Warlock smiles. “Please do.” They stand, looking at the ship for a few moments before Tamashii drifts down in front of the Commander, dipping his rounded cones in the approximation of a nod.

“Tamashii,” Zavala says carefully, his eyes meeting the other being’s cyan optic. “Keep her safe.”

“Always.”

“He will,” Miyu chimes, looking to him as well. “Make one last check for me, please?”

The Ghost bobs again in the affirmative before zipping away. Adelaide takes the opportunity to zip into Miyu’s chest, persisting even after thunking against the hard chestplate that’s woven into her robes. “You better be careful, you hear me? If something happens, I’ll never forgive you!” Zavala huffs at his Ghost’s antics, half amused, half sad.

Delicate fingers come around the white Ghost shell to cradle Addy gently, bring her up to eye-level. “I will return,” She says in the most serious tone she can muster. Her eyes are hard and bright, like white fire. “Keep an eye on Zavala for me as well, please.”

“That’s my job. You know I will,” The Ghost replies easily.

“And-”

“I know,” She interrupts, grousing, “I’ll make sure he takes breaks and doesn’t forget to sleep every once in a while.”

“Arigatou, Addy.” She brings the little Light close to her, pressing her lips to the top of her shell. “I’ll see you soon.”

“You better!” The Ghost taps her cheek gently before spinning around to her Guardian and executing a quick transmat. “I’ll see you when you get back,” She chirps to her Guardian’s partner, shimmering away in motes of Light.

Then, they’re alone. Miyu ducks her head when Zavala takes a step in her direction, gingerly offering her the box his Ghost has swiftly managed to transmat into his hands. “For you,” He says, gently.

“Zavala,” She murmurs sadly, looking up into his eyes. They are so bright and warm, despite being such a cool blue. She bites her lip. “You shouldn’t-”

“I was going to commission a sword,” He tells her, with a bittersweet smile, “But it seems Paladin Rior beat me to it.” The box is flat black and not unlike a jewelry box, but larger. Her hands shake from something besides nerve damage for a change.

“Oh,” She says, vision swimming as she opens it. “Zavala, this is-” She looks up at him, blinking through tears. “It’s beautiful.”

“Do you like it?” He asks, his voice trembling just a touch and she sniffles, laughing. As if that were an actual option.

It is a stunning crimson red, intricate silken cording embellished with a traditional knot and tassels. An homage to the past, and a nod to the future. Their future. Her mouth splits wide into a brilliant smile. “It’s gorgeous,” She says, voice strained with the effort of staving off her tears. “I love it.”

“I am glad,” He grins back at her. “I was worried that it might be too forward, however-”

“Absolutely not,” She interjects, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hard. There’s something urgent to it, as if she’ll never have enough time to express her thanks. He holds her close and presses his lips to hers slowly, savoring the moment and committing it to memory, forcing her to melt into it. It doesn’t surprise him when her tears are back with a vengeance. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry,” She whispers, when he pulls back to look down at her, those glowing eyes of his fond. Swiping at her cheeks, she continues, voice watery, “I didn’t want to make you sad.”

“It’s alright,” He admits, his hands moving to her cheeks and thumbing the rest of the moisture away. “You’re beautiful even when you cry.” She huffs, trying not to cry harder at the compliment, and he smiles and hugs her again, plucking the case from her hands as he does so. “May I?”

She nods into his chest plate before stepping back. “Please.”

It’s a perfect fit, the tassels swaying gently with the draft in the Hangar, the intricate knot almost flower-like from afar. “It suits you,” He whispers, stepping back to admire it on her arm.

She leans forward to kiss him again, but this time it’s chaste. “I can’t thank you enough,” She says in a trembling whisper, embracing him tightly once more. “This is it, huh?” She says, taking a deep breath and sighing when she lets it go. She wipes away the last of her tears and sets her jaw with a nod.

“I believe in you,” He says, chest puffed proudly. “You can do this. You’re stronger than you think, Anata. I cannot wait to see all that you learn.”

Miyu straightens her back and stands tall. “I will,” She agrees, before looking in the direction of the ship. Outside, the sun is beginning to rise, and though they could say their goodbyes for days, she knows she has to take that first step into the unknown. Her lower lip trembles. “Thank you,” She whispers against his ear, crossing the distance between them one last time. “For loving me enough to let me go.”

She does not see him cry, and it's likely he does not, but she feels him tremble all the same. When they draw back from each other, both have glossy eyes and somber smiles on their faces. “Itte kimasu,” Miyu tips her head to him.

“Itterasshai, Miyu. Ai shitemasu yo.”

Zavala lingers only as long as it takes for her ship to clear the Hangar. Adelaide appears beside him in a show of support, hovering just close enough to nudge his cheek every few steps. They make the walk back to command alone.

The pastel beauty of the Dreaming City is not lost on her, despite the Taken miasma oozing from cracks and crevices, seeking to coalesce in the air. Miyu kills three Knights and a handful of Acolytes with her new blade before one of the Corsairs assists with a knife through a thrall's skull.

“Welcome, Cousin,” The woman says, and though Miyu cannot see her face, her seriousness bleeds into her tone. “Nice sword.”

“Thanks,” She calls back, breathing heavy. “Nice knifework.”

The two fall into step rather cordially, but it isn't completely unpleasant. “I'll take you to Petra,” The Corsair advises, giving her a glowing eyed once-over. Her scrutiny is apparent. “What're you here for, anyway? Weapons? Glory?”

Miyu smiles softly. It gives the Queen's servant pause. “A way forward, Cousin.”

The Corsair thumps Miyu on the back. “Well, shit,” She manages around a hearty chuckle. Her posture relaxes. Perhaps this one might not be so bad. “Aren't we all.”

End Notes (A smol, non-professional lesson in Japanese):

Itte kimasu: literally translated to English means “I’m leaving and I will come back.” it’s a common phrase used when someone leaves.

Itterasshai: the response to itte kimasu, meaning “Go and come back safely,” and wishes the person leaving safe travel and return.

Ai shitemasu yo: this is the supremely formal way of expressing love. So much so that it’s rarely used, and even more rare to be stated so formally (and even less likely so to be said by a man to a woman). In picking this phrase for Zavala to say this chapter, I did a lot of research, but ultimately decided that he was the brave sort who would be implicit in expressing his emotions, and he’d find it poetic to be so serious about it.

Other phrases I’ve used before include: Oyasumi nasai (good night), arigatou (thank you), anata (beloved/dearest/dear), yamete kudasi (stop it, please), and of course, Tama no hikari - Tamashi’s nickname - literally translates into ‘jewel of light.’ I think I’ve missed a couple in there, but if you have any questions, just let me know. I’m not fluent in Japanese, but I’ve watched a lot of anime (no that’s no the same thing, but it’s enough to spark my interest in this language). On the flip side, if you notice anything off, please tell me.

#destiny fanfiction #commander zavala #zavala x oc #oc: miyu #destiny ghost #destiny fanfic #miyu the sweet bean warlock #collection: phoenix protocol #here have an early chapter #since i'll probably finish chapter 31 tonight

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zephyrthejester · 6 years ago

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Code Geass Deadblog: Episode 47

Only one episode covered this time, for a specific reason... Long story short, I’ve changed my mind and I’ll give episodes 48 and 49 the full liveblog treatment, in addition to the finale! More info at the bottom.

To no one's surprise, Lelouch's first action as Emperor of Britannia was to destroy Britannia. Tore down the mausoleum housing Emperors and Empresses past, up-heaved and dismantled all manner of noble cliques and stations... And who was to oppose him? Essentially every important political figure had just fallen under his supreme command in one fell swoop. Everything seemed to be going well, and the rest of the world looked upon Lelouch's actions with favorable eyes. The Black Knights, the sole people who knew Lelouch was once Zero, were caught in a rock and a hard place and didn't really know what the hell to do.

Aaaaaand then Lulu went full tyrant. Squashing out all possible resistance from other nations, and Commanding entire rooms full of soldiers to become his "slaves." His words, not mine! Yeah, I suppose that Lelouch no longer has any reason to make a world for Nunnaly, right? At this point, I guess Lulu decided to kick up his feet, have some fun, and make a world just for himself. Oh, and then he prepared to "spill an ocean of blood" in order to make Euphemia's massacre all but forgotten. Clearing her name, in a very very very twisted, fucked up way.

It was at this point I started sweating nervously. Perhaps the most distressing aspect of this plot was Suzaku, who was totally onboard. It's like... Dude! I know you gave in and decided that ends do justify means, but HOLY SHIT, THESE MEANS ARE HARDCORE, MY DUDE!

Almost to prove that point, Suzaku next proceeded to kick the asses of four former Knights of the Round, who flew in to attack the Imperial Palace, citing their loyalty to the late Charles. Man. This felt like watching the apocalyptic bad ending to a video game. Indeed, the Lancelot Albion, a 9th Generation KnightMare Frame, broke the Knights of the Round like they were toys. Two nameless Knights died in seconds, while Gino was spared (but sent hurtling to the ground below). Suzaku found actual challenge in facing Bismarck, whose Geass power let him... See the future! Wow, a Geass power that actually doesn't do anything to other people? That's a first!

And man, I gotta say, it was supremely cool how Suzaku managed to defeat him. Suzaku gave himself over to Lelouch's command to Live. Suzaku's geass-controlled auto-pilot, therefore, broke the rules. Bismarck couldn't see Suzaku's future because him doing so would make Suzaku die, but... Suzaku couldn't die! In fact, I wonder if Bismarck simply misunderstood how his own Geass works. He said he's only ever used it once before (against Marianne, as a matter of fact). Perhaps it was the case that he didn't so much as see the future, but saw people's intentions. That would definitely make it a bit easier to understand.

Regardless, Suzaku killed him in style and Lelouch took the opportunity to broadcast it to the world... Then followed it up by announcing that Britannia was immediately joining the United Federation of Nations. Therefore, the world would truly be united under one banner. What a baller! The sweet, sweet cherry on top was Lelouch's declaration of where the negotiations would be held... On a certain neutral ground, not controlled by either side... Japan. Specifically, Ashford Academy. BECAUSE OF-FREAKING-COURSE.

Once I saw the massive crowd of people around the Academy, and saw Lelouch's suspicious plan to go there alone with naught but C.C. and a few guards by his side, I recalled Lelouch's promise to spill an ocean of blood. It was at this point I started sweating uncontrollably, flooding my apartment with ankle-deep water. Before a slaughter, though, a little heartbreak: Kallen received Lelouch, and per his will, they took a detour and managed to speak alone. Kallen managed to ask every question she could have wanted to ask. Asked what she is to him. Asked why he told her that she needed to live. Even surprised him with a kiss on the lips... But Lelouch's stone-faced silence was an answer that rang clear. "You mean nothing to me." With finality, they both left with the knowledge they'd never speak to each other like that again.

The negotiations took me by surprise. Kaguya, Tohdoh, and Ohgi spoke to Lelouch with conviction, stating that due to how votes for laws and other such matters were made based on the percentage of population in a nation works, Britannia joining them would mean Lelouch would control the majority of the world's votes-- and therefore, all of it. Lelouch was given a choice between two disadvantageous outcomes to help balance that, but instead, Lelouch posed a whimsical question. What is the most important trait of a ruler? Destruction, he said. The will to destroy everything... even oneself. Uh... Uh-oh.

Naturally, Lelouch promptly declared war on the entire world. Because of course he would. The Lancelot rocketed into the room and held the world's leaders at gunpoint, and Lelouch kindly asked them to begin the democratic voting. What a stand-up guy! Elsewhere, his main forces began moving in on Japan, and Nina, carrying some manner of technology with her, was apprehended by some Geassed citizens. That's PROBABLY for the best. Seriously, has Nina done one good thing this entire show? Stop her before anything starts!

The episode ended with what had to be the most "this show is such ridiculous bullshit, and I love the fuck out of it" moment it has ever had. Schneizel made a move of his own... The flying fortress, the Damocles, three kilometers in size, nuked the Imperial City/Palace with a massively powerful FLEIJA. Not a single trace of the city remained. But you know what the utterly absurd, ridiculous, amazing, and stupid, and stupidly amazing, amazingly stupid cherry on top was? Schneizel paged through to Lelouch and revealed that he had someone with him who he wanted to make the true ruler. Nunnaly. Nunnaly, who promptly declared herself Lelouch and Suzaku's enemy.

I knew exactly who it freaking was the moment Schneizel made the slightest hint that he was talking about someone other than himself. And I immediately launched into a mad cackle, because I knew that the show WOULD be willing to ascend to such levels of cheesy bullshit... Boy. This show really is the best kind of stupid. It really is.

It's so twisted and perfect, it really is. Lelouch had no morals to cling to, did his thing, then went off the point of no return in a grand scheme. Then, the MOMENT he did so, Schneizel pulled the rug out from under him and revealed that-- oh, hey-- Lelouch's moral compass and reason for living is, in fact, still alive. And she just got every reason to freaking loathe him and become his enemy.

What a trip. In fact, the show has become such a trip, I think I’m going to change my plans! Due to the meaty content of the last few episodes, and the inspired turn of events here, I think I want to give the final three episodes the full Liveblog treatment! So I hope you’ll join me for that!

Other Notes:

There was a bit where the show lingered on a three-story staircase in Nina's lab room, and Rivalz arrived at the top with pizza, and then with a camera cut he apparently walked down all those stairs in a flash. Was kinda funny.

Lelouch got himself a snazzy hat. I'm so proud of him.

Tamaki remains MVP. I loved his flip-flopping on Lelouch, between undying buddy to hate. I also loved how he shut up someone who also complained about him; Only Tamaki gets to insult his worst nemesis-buddy!

Schneizel openly stated to Lulu that every single FLEIJA warhead is stocked on the Damocles. Therefore, that is clearly not true.

Gino's fate was left unanswered. Might he swoop in as an unexpected ally later? Suzaku's words did have him questioning his own motives and loyalties, swaying to the side of Lelouch and Britannia... Meanwhile, Anya was spotted chillin' with Schneizel and Cornelia, casually updating her digital diary, so I guess she's her old self still.

#Code Geass #Code Geass Liveblog #Code Geass episode 42 #Liveblogging #Liveblog

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stonefreeak · 4 years ago

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*shows up 15 minutes late with Starbucks*

SO UHHHHH.... WELL. SOMEHOW. WELL. Yeah, I’m really sorry I haven’t updated since literally august. My bad.

I’ll just say this: moving is stressful, especially when you have literally no furniture and need to get everything, but there’s a pandemic and you kiiinda don’t want to visit shops.

Thank you all so much for having patience with me and waiting for the update! I love you all! Also I’m gonna give you an extra update tomorrow because it’s my birthday soooo

Ahsoka feels her blades clash against Barriss's. It's been so long since they last saw each other. She's still not feeling up to talking about what happened with Master Obi-Wan with a mind healer or any of the adults in the Order but... She's sure that if she talks to Barriss, she'll understand.

After all, Barriss is still a Padawan too—though Ahsoka knows that she's getting close to being Knighted—so she'll understand the fear of losing your master better than anyone else. Not that Master Obi-Wan is Ahsoka's Master, exactly, but he's like an extra pseudo-Master, and that's more than enough to make it painful. He's close enough to Anakin, and involved enough in Ahsoka's training, that losing him would have been a much harsher blow than losing another Master of the Order.

Ahsoka just barely manages to dodge Barriss's blade, the feeling of its passing like a caress across her face.

"Pay attention, Ahsoka!" Barriss says with a small laugh. "I don't want to have to explain to Master Luminara why my sparring partner got a hole singed in her montrals!"

Shaking her head, Ahsoka laughs and dodges another swing from Barriss.

"We can't have that! How would you explain that to Master Luminara!"

They don't dissolve into giggles like little Initiates, but it is a near thing.

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"You know that wasn't your fault, Ahsoka," Barriss says in a low voice, her face calm but grave.

Ahsoka shrugs one shoulder with a small sigh. "That's what Master Yoda and Master Anakin said too, but... I don't know, the guilt is hard to shake for some reason. I don't really know why."

Barriss nods. "It's like that sometimes." She bites her lip briefly, seemingly conflicted, before she nods to herself. "I once made a bad call in the field, and Master Luminara ended up having to rescue me from an ambush. We almost lost the battle, and her arm was so badly injured that they were close to needing to amputate it entirely and give her a robotic prosthetic instead."

Ahsoka draws in a sharp breath.

"Oh Barriss, I'm sorry." She can't imagine how scary that must have been. She never wants to make that sort of mistake, not ever.

"Master Luminara has never blamed me for it, and in fact has said that mistakes are unavoidable. That all you can do is learn and grow from them, and try your best to not repeat them." Barriss looks down at the floor. "But it's hard sometimes, to deal with the guilt. No matter how much you meditate and reflect on it, sometimes it's just hard to shut off that knowledge of what you could have, should have, done instead."

"Yeah... it is..." Ahsoka carefully moves closer until their shoulders press together. She does it slowly enough that Barriss can move away if she wants to, if she doesn't want Ahsoka's attempt at comfort.

"But I suppose that's part of what being a Jedi is all about. Learning, striving towards becoming a better version of yourself." She tilts her head up, looking up from the floor and through the windows to the Coruscanti skyline instead. "Perhaps it's something you understand by the time you're a Master..."

Ahsoka grins. "Or maybe not even then!"

They laugh again and it feels good. Good to have shared, and good to laugh.

Ahsoka feels so lucky that she has a friend like Barriss, someone who is on a similar journey, if a bit farther ahead on the road.

She thinks of Master Obi-Wan and all of his friends from the creché, and finds herself hoping that she and Barriss will stick together like that for years to come. All the way through their Knighthood and when they take their own Padawans... Unless one of them decides to take a different path—like Doctor Nema.

"How about we go get some lunch, Ahsoka." Barriss gets to her feet. "I feel like we have a lot more to talk about, but I'm also quite famished.

Getting to her feet Ahsoka grins. "I can always eat!"

They head off together, and for the first time in weeks, Ahsoka feels as if a load has been lifted off her shoulders.

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rhysie-cakes314 · 6 years ago

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Day 25- Hell

Tony Stark had foiled Morgan le Fay for the last time. First it had been back with Merlin and Doctor Doom and the whole Excalibur nonsense (Iron Man: Doomquest, Iron Man: Legacy of Doom). The man wasn’t even a sorcerer for Gaea’s sake! How the hell he had escaped Mephisto from that Hell was beyond her entirely. Mephisto was nearly powerless within his own realm. Now he had been instrumental in disrupting her plans with Nightmare to take down Stephen Strange. (Chap. 22- Dreams) She was finished with this thorn in her side and would show no more mercy.

The Avengers were having an average breakfast when she appeared. Tony was staring ahead, not really awake, while he sipped his coffee, with Thor across from him. A woman with long dark hair and green eyes appeared silently behind the god, a faint purple aura around her. Clint noticed her first, but she only had eyes for Tony.

Clint clamoured out of his seat, aiming the nearest of Natasha’s guns at the intruder. “Who the fuck-”

“Silence,” the woman said with a small flick of her hand. Clint went flying through the air, crashing into a wall behind him and slumping to the floor, unconscious. Everyone was definitely aware of her presence now. The team had moved into wary battle stances, except for Thor and Tony. Thor was just in front of her, so he turned to eye her cautiously, but did not dare move. Tony was staring with wide-eyed recognition.

“Morgana!? What are you doing here?” he squeaked. She smiled at his obvious fear. With a single upward sweep of an arm, both her and Tony disappeared, leaving behind a stunned silence.

Natasha ran over to check on Clint. “He should be okay,” she said over her shoulder. “Small concussion for him.”

“Did Tony know that woman?” Steve asked. He glanced around the room. Phil wasn’t home, and Bruce was in his lab already. It was probably for the best, because Hulk would not help the already confusing situation.

“Odin’s beard,” Thor breathed, breaking his uncharacteristic silence. “That was Morgan le Fay.” He looked troubled, and deep in thought.

Natasha had walked back towards them, and pushed Steve back into a seat before the man passed out. He had locked his knees and was clearly a little in shock. That alone seemed to break Steve out of it, and his Captain demeanor took over. “Do you mean Morgana like from Arthurian legend?” she asked Thor.

Thor considered her. “Aye, if by Arthurian you mean to speak of Arthur Pendragon. His court and royal sorcerer Merlin are no fiction, though.”

“JARVIS, gather the others. Thor, update all of us on what you know of this Morgan and why Tony would know her.” Steve commanded.

With the others gathered around, and Clint now awake and nursing a headache, they waited for Thor. “I know little of what modern Midgard considers to be fact or fiction of King Arthur, but Asgard knew of him. He was one of the great Midgardian kings, and Merlin was the Sorcerer Supreme of his time. Morgan le Fay, back then known as Morgana, was a natural sorceress with raw power beyond her own control. It ate at her, and she sought help from darker forces to learn how to tame it. She became a major foe for the kingdom of Camelot, and nearly destroyed it with the help of Mephisto and an undead army, led by Victor von Doom. She was only defeated and weakened for a time due to Arthur’s knight and the mysterious aid of a man in magic red armor, who went by Iron Man.” Thor paused for the gasps he knew would come before continuing. He knew the day this secret was revealed would come, but had no idea when, nor how much it would sting to let his teammates know he had already known. He had sort of hoped Tony would tell first, though he suspected the man’s memories may have been wiped. “There was also a magical sword, Excalibur, that in more modern times resurfaced. Morgan helped Doom recreate it from a fragment, but Iron Man got the last piece, and the two needed it whole to defeat a giant inter-dimensional eyeball monster. So Iron Man agreed to let Doom stab him through the heart with the rest of Excalibur, and his death destroyed the monster. Then Merlin’s spirit brought Iron Man back, though I can only presume by the looks on your faces, without memory of the events. That or Anthony has been keeping a lot of secrets.”

Thor’s spiel was met with silence. Bruce’s shaking hand set down his tea, and the soft clink on the counter sounded far too loud. “Maybe I do need to see a doctor, because Thor is making no sense,” Clint broke the silence.

Steve was reeling. How many things had Tony kept from them? Had he been time travelling and fighting legends this whole time when no one was looking? Had this been before they all met and Tony never felt the need to say? Did Tony truly just not remember it? But he had clearly recognized the sorceress in their kitchen. “Maybe it was a different Iron Man. How would we know it was Tony?”

“Unless someone else had identical armor, it was Stark,” Thor responded confidently. “I was not on Midgard at the time, but I spent many hours watching the adventures of Camelot through Heimdall’s windows. I recognized it when we first met.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Steve snapped. How was the team supposed to operate of they were keeping things like this from each other?

“Steve, think of how the timeline could’ve been irreparably altered if he had told us. What if Tony hadn’t done it yet and the knowledge changed his reactions to everything?” Natasha reasoned before Thor had to. She understood Steve’s emotional response, but Thor’s decision had certainly been for the best.

Thor nodded sagely. “Aye, I was forbidden for that very reason. Time travel is tricky, and being around as long as I have means I often meet people I have already met or seen who don’t yet know me. It is a difficulty I have grown familiar with while living here.”

“Well that’s cryptic,” Phil replied drily.

“So what do we do?” Steve asked finally. He had no idea how to take on a sorceress this powerful. Strange and Thor had both recognized her voice back in the Nightmare Realm, and had been clearly unhappy about it. “Should I call Strange?”

“I think that may be helpful. Unfortunately,” Thor looked pained to say it, “I think my brother would be most suited for this, however.”

He was loathe to admit it, but Steve thought Thor was probably right. “You call Loki, see if he’ll help. For now, let’s try to leave Strange out of it, since he’s already so busy this time of year.”

…

All it took was a blink, and Tony’s kitchen was gone, replaced by the firescape of Mephisto’s Hell. “What do you want Morgana?” Tony spat angrily. “I have no business with you, I leave you alone, you leave me alone. That was our deal.” Tony hadn’t been back here since the last time when he had to fight off a demonic faux Howard in order to escape. Morgana had her own hideouts, he knew, so why were they here? He really did not have the tools or energy to deal with Mephisto himself, if he could even pray to lay a scratch on Morgana.

“Oh, I remember our deal, Stark. That was before you interfered in the Nightmare Realm last year.” Tony rolled his eyes, holding in the frustrated growl that tried to escape him. It’s not like he had known Morgana was part of that whole disaster until it was too late. “You broke the deal first, and I’m getting revenge.”

“I didn’t know you were working with Nightmare. All I knew was that Strange asked for our help, and I went. That should hardly count against me.”

Morgana waved a hand, and Tony was now being forced into an upright starfish position, each limb chained to some invisible force and being pulled taut. It was not a comfortable way to be held up against gravity, and his shoulders already ached. “I care not for your reasons. You’ve irritated me long enough, and Mephisto was willing to let me use his realm after you embarrassed him the last time.” She walked around him in a slow circle, examining her handiwork. “I figure I’ll just torture you for awhile, until I’m bored. Then he can keep you.”

“What do you gain from that?” Tony tried to keep his voice calm. Morgana enjoyed fear, especially from men. She was more likely to release him if he could appeal to logic. “All you’re doing is making enemies out of the Avengers.”

The slow grin was wicked, and Morgana’s eyes were already glowing purple with hungry power. “I’m okay with that.” Tony didn’t have the chance to prepare himself before all he heard were his own screams. The pain was everywhere, no apparent source or focal point because fucking magic. It felt like being burned alive, but with no end in sight or deadening of the nerves. Instead, Tony tried to writhe in agony, but that only pulled harshly at his joints. Through his now blurry vision, he could tell Morgana was laughing, but the sound was lost to him. She didn’t seem to have any motivation to let up and give him a breather, so Tony had to take the small gasps his body forced him to take when his lungs grew too thirsty. With the way the magic was consuming him, he had no control over his bodily mechanics anymore. A far away part of his mind wondered if he had pissed himself. This was truly hell.

…

“I think this is a bad idea,” Clint said, throwing another paper airplane at Loki’s head. Loki let it phase through him, not even sparing the archer a glance.

“You’ve made that very clear, Barton, now drop it.” Steve grit out. That got Clint to hesitate before throwing another. Steve hadn’t called him Barton in a long time. “So will you help us or not?”

“I have no ill will towards Morgan le Fay, but my brother dearest has made it difficult to refuse you,” Loki drawled. A brief look of disgust passed over his face before it returned to its usual smugness. Thor was standing behind him looking equally smug. Steve thought they looked more like brothers than enemies then, even if Loki had been adopted.

“I really don’t want to know,” Steve decided. “The point is, you’ll help. What do you need from us?”

Loki chuckled and Steve clenched his fists to keep from punching the cheeky bastard. “I need no help from you.”

“Well you’re certainly not going alone,” Phil inserted himself smoothly. “So at least let us in on your brilliant plan,” he said sarcastically.

Loki looked like he might argue, but Thor moved behind him, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Brother! Fine, you can accompany me. Morgana took him to Mephisto’s realm. If you want your Iron Man back alive, we will need Mephisto’s permission to take him. I cannot defeat that demon in his own realm.” The Asgardian looked like it physically pained him to admit there were people more powerful than him. Natasha thought it was funny, because he always seemed to conveniently forget that the Avengers had taken him down.

Steve huffed. “Well, lead the way, Loki. We’re kind of in a hurry.”

Loki smiled, amused. “Aye-aye, Captain.”

The portal Loki opened beneath them, with no warning, dropped them from above ground. The god of mischief looked very pleased with himself as everyone picked themselves off the ground, grumbling. “Never gets old,” he murmured, chuckling to himself. “Ow!” Thor punched Loki in the arm. “It was just a bit of fun!”

In front of them stood a being Steve could only assume was Mephisto. The man was crimson, and wore a cloak not dissimilar to Strange’s Cloak of Levitation. His boots were a slightly darker red than his own skin, along with pants that had some sort of long loin cloth attached to them. The pointed ears and deep widows peak reminded Clint of one of the elves from Lord of the Rings. “May I ask why you are trespassing in my home?” His arms were crossed.

Loki bowed, “Apologies. I have been asked by the Avengers here to retrieve a stolen teammate.” They all stared at Loki, shocked. They had never seen him sound so… respectful.

Mephisto, in contrast, was looking at the god thoughtfully. “Stand, Asgardian.” Loki obliged, glancing around at the others before resting wary eyes back on their host. His obnoxiously entitled brother and their friends were an embarrassment to stand next to. “While I would love to help, Anthony Stark was rightfully mine before he was an Avenger. He left my realm without my leave. When Morgan le Fay offered to retrieve my property, I was pleased.”

Loki’s frown deepened. Steve looked like he was about to retort, but Loki caught him with a glare first, giving a subtle shake of his head. “Respectfully, that isn’t quite accurate.” Before the demon could interrupt, he continued quickly. “The deal you made with Victor von Doom was under false pretenses. He did not own Iron Man to be able to trade him for the sword. Anthony was tricked into your realm and betrayed.”

The silence was tense while they waited for the demon to consider Loki’s words. Bruce watched the interaction carefully, keeping the Hulk away for now. If Loki was being submissive, it meant he probably hadn’t been lying about how powerful this demon was here. A fight was not what they wanted, but he was growing more worried for Tony. And angry at his friend for never mentioning any of it.

A throne appeared beneath Mephisto as he sat, and he stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I see. And I should believe you because?”

“Ask Doom yourself.”

Mephisto smiled. “I can make a deal with you Avengers. I will fetch the man in question if when I ask Doom about this accusation, I am convinced of Loki Laufeyson’s version of events instead of Victor’s, then I will keep him instead. Iron Man’s fate will be in my hands. If I do not release him, however, there will be no fighting from you lot. How’s that sound?” He stood, hands on his hips.

Steve couldn’t see that he really had a choice here. He shared a look with the rest of the team, but was only met with regretful shrugs. “I guess we have a deal.” Mephisto grinned maliciously, shaking the Captain’s hand. He was going to get either Doom or Stark out of this, and best case scenario, he’d get Captain America too, for betraying an official deal. It was truly a win-win for him.

“Good, we have a deal. Now leave my home. You will have either have your teammate back or not in twenty four hours, there’s nothing you can do.” He snapped his fingers, and the team was back in the kitchen.

“Goddamnit!” The crash of the chair against the wall startled everyone. Steve stood over the pieces, his chest heaving. “How can I be so powerless?”

Natasha stepped towards him, a hand placed gently on his shoulder. “We’re out of our depth with demons.” She murmured. Behind her, Bruce was already sprinting for the stairs. It was pretty safe to assume he was headed to the ‘Hulk-proof’ training bunk Tony had designed.

“That you most certainly are,” Loki replied snidely. She shot him a scathing look, but softened her expression when she saw his own. He actually looked vaguely apologetic. “I am too.” He spoke quieter this time. “I can try and create a viewing window for now, so you can at least see Stark.” Steve turned, looking hopeful.

“I don’t know if that’s actually a good idea,” Clint tried, slumping into the kitchen chair in front of him. “Is it going to help any of us to helplessly watch whatever the bitch is doing to him?” It sounded more tired than harsh.

Steve pushed off the wall, heading towards his room. “I don’t know Clint, but I need to do something.” His voice broke. Standing in the entryway but not turning back, he spoke quietly, “If you could, Loki, I’d be grateful.” Then he was gone.

“This has been a strange experience for me,” Loki said. No one responded, and he knew when he was even less welcome than usual. “Brother, let us speak with Heimdall.”

…

The only respite was when Morgana would get bored of one spell and move onto another. At some point burning turned into crushing pain, which would eventually morph into the stabbing pain of invisible knives through him in all directions. Tony had no idea the woman hated him so much. Or perhaps she just needed someone to torture, and he was a convenient pastime for her. It was weird to think about how this much pain could come out of just one angry enemy, one bored sorceress looking for an outlet. “Please,” he breathed.

That only seemed to encourage her, and suddenly everything grew worse. Tony screamed, or tried to, but his voice was barely there anymore. “I must admit, I’m curious to see how long your body can put up with this level of stress. Magical torture is so understudied.” She spoke conversationally, as though they were friends. Tony watched her with wide eyes, gasping when he could. He had stopped being able to produce tears a while ago. How long he had been here was impossible to determine, because for him it felt like a week. “Did you know I used to abhor the very idea of harming someone?” She laughed ruefully. “I tried to be good, but when so many tell you you’re evil for so long, it sinks in. Eventually I thought, why not embrace it? It is easier.”

“Oh my god,” Steve whispered, watching the enchanted mirror Loki had given him. It felt unreal, watching Tony suffer like that for no reason at all. It was impossible to even tell what she was doing to the man, only that he was in agony. There were five hours left of the 24 hours Mephisto had given himself. That meant Tony had only been in Hell for a little over 20 hours, but he looked like he had been there for a week. Loki hadn’t been able to explain how the magic or Hell itself would affect Tony, so they could only pray there was no permanent damage.

“Oh, look at that!” Morgana breathed excitedly. Tony obviously couldn’t see what excited the madwoman, but the sudden pins and needles in his chest and the increasing difficulty in breathing gave him a pretty good clue. “The light in your chest flickers ominously, Iron Man. Perhaps your precious technology doesn’t like this.”

Tony let his head fall, resting his chin on his chest. It probably made breathing even harder, but he didn’t have the energy anymore to keep his head upright. At this angle, he could see the arc reactor flickering. It was not a comforting sight. With great effort, he leaned his head back so at least he wouldn’t have to watch himself die.

“Enough,” a male voice shouted, and suddenly Tony was crumpled on the ground, coughing and sore. The magic was no longer extending his pain though. Tony rolled around, to see the newcomer, and recognized Mephisto immediately. Next to him was a very unhappy looking Victor von Doom.

Morgan whirled around in surprise. “What is this? We had a deal.”

“Sorry Morgan, but Anthony wasn’t mine to offer, apparently. I actually own Doom if you’d like him.” The demon pushed Doom forward where he stumbled, but caught himself before falling.

She scoffed. “I have no interest in him. Keep him for yourself.” Without any further conversation, she disappeared in a swirl of purple and black .

Mephisto turned to look at Tony on the ground. He shrugged with a very not apologetic at all expression. “Misunderstanding, sorry.” Tony glared at him, but he still felt too out of breath to say anything. “Until next time,” he sing-songed.

Tony felt no change, but was slowly aware that he was back home. He groaned, looking down at the reactor. It was no longer flickering, and he was slowly catching his breath. “Tony! Oh thank god,” Steve ran full tilt into the kitchen, sliding slightly on his knees as he dropped to the ground to grasp Tony.

“Hey Steve,” he rasped, looking up at the worried blond. “Long time no see.” Tony promptly threw up onto the ground beside him. “I don’t feel great.”

“Tony, babe, let me help you up. We can go to medical,” Steve started, but Tony shook his head.

“Noooo, just take me to bed,” he whined.

“Tony,” Steve replied worriedly, already scooping the man off the vomit covered floor and into his lap.

“If I may, Captain, his reactor is fully functional and he shows no signs of damage that a hospital is needed for,” JARVIS interjected.

Steve ran a hand through Tony’s sweat soaked locks. “I watched you, but I couldn’t do anything,” he said softly.

Tony leaned into the touch. Every muscle in his body ached, and he was starving and exhausted. “Bed,” he moaned. He knew Steve needed to talk and the others would want to see him. Plus, Tony wanted to know how Steve had apparently watched him in hell and knew he was going to have some explaining to do about Morgana, but he couldn’t do any of that right now. “Please.”

The room felt like it was spinning as Steve stood up with him. “Right, sorry,” Steve said quickly. Tony squeezed his eyes shut against the dizziness and wave of nausea. He focused solely on his breathing until it passed. The coolness of the sheets felt amazing. Steve started to tuck him under the blanket, but Tony kicked it all off. “Okay, no blankets. Just sleep Tony.” He didn’t need to be told twice. Not that he could stay awake if he tried.

Tony slept through a whole day. He didn’t even flinch when they inserted the IV to rehydrate him, and Steve gave him a simple wash with a cool washcloth. He desperately needed to eat, too, but they decided to let him sleep the initial soreness off. Literally going through Hell, Tony had still been through worse than this. Sleep was the best thing for him now, even if it was killing the team not to be able to talk to him. They could wait.

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After Crait - Chapter 6

This chapter is dedicated to my Blood Sisters of the Thirst Order - @raven-maiden, @delia-pavorum, @newerconstellations, @kitten-the-cat and @strawberrycupcakehuckleberrypie thank you for the #sparkles! (@raven-maiden I left the art alone, too lazy to change it! :D).

He has to see her.

Face to face.

He doesn’t know why. Liar.

It has simply become as necessary as . . . breathing.

When he’s not with her, he’s unbalanced, swinging between rage and softness, weakness he can’t handle. It’s getting harder to control himself. He needs more of her . . . her touch, her scent, her company, even her anger. All of it.

“Supreme Leader, I believe we should establish a covert presence on Felucia. Despite the report you found nothing there, my spies are never wrong.” Hux barely controls his disdain, his top lip pulls into a sneer.

The cracks are showing and Ben wonders how long it will be before the general stages a coup.

He swings around to impale the man with a stare. “Really?”

Hux shifts nervously in his seat before glancing around the table for support and finding none from the other men seated there.

“General, why are you obsessed with using valuable resources to chase down a handful of individuals who have no base, no allies and no resources? Don’t you feel we should be focused on the task of ensuring the rest of the galaxy runs smoothly?”

“With respect, Supreme Leader, the Resistance has been a thorn in the First Order’s side for too long. We must stamp out the last of them or run the risk they garner support and rise again.” Zealotry glows in Hux’s gaze.

This is beyond rage or hatred, and Kylo can only stare wordlessly at the man’s commitment, which borders on insanity and is all the more dangerous because of its fervor.

Premonition creeps up his spine. Rey is in danger. His thoughts, so scattered of late, come together and find a cold focus.

“As you appear to think these lingering remnants of the Resistance are a clear and present threat to the might of the First Order, then it is obvious I need to give this more attention than I initially thought it warranted.”

Hux gazes at him and he can feel the man’s mind scrambling to see where this might lead. “Supreme Leader . . .”

“General Hux, I shall personally return to Felucia and root out the last of the Resistance, if they are indeed present on the planet.”

Hux jerks straight in his chair. “Sir—“

Ben cuts off the protest with a raised hand, rare amusement warming him as the general flinches. “My full attention, general.”

Kylo’s blood heats at the idea of bending all of his concentration to Rey, her smooth skin, silky hair, her determination and strength. His breath catches.

“Captain Peavey, you will assist the general in my absence.”

“Yes sir.”’

Ben stands and Hux shoots to his feet, his agitation finally overcoming his control. “Supreme Leader! I must protest. You cannot just leave your position vacant to chase after a band of Resistance fighters.”

Kylo turns, raises his hand and this time Hux actually grabs his neck. “You said yourself, general that the Resistance still pose a threat. Have you been wasting my time with inaccurate reports?” He suspects grandfather would have been proud at his chilling tone and deadly control.

The pressure on Hux’s windpipe is light, but his own rank fear causes him to choke on his reply. “N-no sir.”

“And, general?”

As Kylo waits for Hux to gather himself enough to answer, a dark figure enters the room.

“Yes, sir?”

“I won’t be leaving my position vacant.” Kylo gestures to the robed and masked individual. “One of my Knights will remain here in my absence.”

Hux flicks a nervous glance at the Knight of Ren. “Yes, Sir.”

Kylo stalks out, his Knight hard behind. After a few paces an amused voice, modulated by the mask worn by the owner fills the silence of the empty hall. “You know he plans to usurp you. But this objective of yours clearly has more weight.”

Kylo stops abruptly and turns to stare at his companion. The Force rolls between them as his control slips. “Do not question me. I am still Master of the Knights of Ren.”

“I see. Then consider the subject dropped.” Silence reigns for a moment as they resume their walk.

The masked face of his companion turns to him. “For the moment.”

* * *

“Reports indicate, well, they indicate that there is growing stability amongst the remaining systems.” See-Threepio sounds as surprised as those around the table look.

“Can’t be true.” Poe dismisses the droid’s report with a wave of his hand.

“Sir, I beg to differ. Almost all system representatives who’ve met with the new Supreme Leader have reported that his position on issues and his responses to problems has been remarkably . . . balanced.”

Rey casts a quick glance at Leia and while her expression remains impassive, there is a sense rolling off her of amused pride.

Shock tingles along her spine. Does Leia actually believe Ben is capable of ruling the galaxy in a just way while head of a despotic regime?

When it’s so clear he will not turn?

As she gazes at the general, it occurs to her that Ben comes from a female line used to governing and more than capable of political savvy. After all, his grandmother was a queen and senator, his mother a princess and senator who has successfully lead both a rebellion and a resistance.

Hope, so hard to extinguish even after their showdown in the throne room, flickers inside her. The growing sexual awareness between them hasn’t blinded her to the fact that from a moral standpoint, they are on vastly different paths.

Confusion clouds her thoughts and the rest of the meeting passes in a blur. As they finish however, a few things are very clear.

Poe Dameron is determined to continue building the Resistance, even amidst reports the First Order’s new leader does not seem intent on enslaving the peoples of the galaxy and is actually quite . . . reasonable.

Leia is torn between this news of her son, and the awareness that there could be deeper things at play here. Rey can also sense a burgeoning concern for Poe’s attitude.

Rey needs to see Ben and find out if the reports are true and . . .

his mouth on hers, his powerful hands cupping her shoulders, big body dominating the space between her thighs . . .

No! This is not about the attraction.

She wishes she remained in blissful ignorance. Though now, looking back, she can see it was there through every exchange. Even at Starkiller Base, the first time he took off his helmet and she was confronted, not with a monster, but a man who compelled and confused her so much that she simply couldn’t sort out her conflicting emotions.

So she chose anger and then compassion and all the while ignored her attraction, refusing to recognize the pull as more than something to do with their mutual Force abilities.

She needs more time to sort out the tangle of her thoughts and to resist the desires, which cloud her judgment.

No wonder the Jedi eschewed attachment.

“Rey?” Leia’s concern flows over her. “Are you okay?”

She snaps from her introspection to find the older woman gazing at her and it hits her forcefully where Ben got not only his dark eyes from, but the piercing intensity and the softness.

His mother’s boy.

Overwhelming sadness washes through her as she suddenly recognizes, really recognizes how much Ben and his parents have lost.

Leia clasps her arm, obviously sensing the powerful tide of emotion and Rey makes an effort to centre herself.

“I’m fine. Just tired.” She doesn’t feign the shiver. “I’m struggling to get used to the cold after Jakku.”

Leia stares a moment more, then nods. “Why don’t you go on the next supply run to Felucia? We need that shipment of coaxium, it’s only a small amount, so it should be a fairly simple trip, or at least, only as complicated as you make it.”

Rey can feel her brow knot as her gaze snaps to the general. The Force hums with meaning she can’t quite decipher.

“Do you suspect something, general?”

Leia shakes her head and smiles. “I have no intel to suggest you’ll meet with any major trouble, though I guess it depends on what you define as trouble.”

Despite her enquiring stare, the general won’t be drawn, though amusement has returned to that dark gaze, making Rey realize how sad Leia had been.

“See-Threepio, see that Rey is assigned to the supply run to Felucia immediately.” The general turns to Lieutenant Connix who is waiting patiently at her elbow.

The meeting has broken up and Rey makes her way back to her quarters to prepare for the trip to Felucia.

Excitement clenches her gut and she takes a moment to breath deeply through the swirls of anticipation. She’s well aware it’s not the opportunity of getting away from Rhen Var’s icy chill that is the cause.

There is no way Ben is still on Felucia.

She’s well aware he’s returned to the Finalizer. Intel said he’d had meetings with representatives from Balamak, a Mid Rim planet that had suffered under both the Empire and the First Order.

She packs the few things she’ll need. They’ll stay overnight in Felucia to avoid suspicion.

It’s a quick walk to the hangar and onto the ship. She passes Finn on the way, there’s only time for a quick update on Rose’s condition and a hug before she boards the shuttle.

As they make the trip, she gazes out the window and can’t suppress the churning mix of anticipation and dread tightening her stomach and making her breathing short and choppy.

He won’t be there.

Even her quelling thoughts aren’t enough to help calm her.

It’s only when they reach Felucia’s bustling central marketplace and there’s no sign of First Order TIE pilots, indeed much FO presence at all, that disappointment makes her heart sink.

The brutal realization that she is desperate to see him again washes over her. Not only is it a betrayal of the paths they’ve chosen, but of her friends.

He is the enemy. Worse, he’s the leader of the First Order.

She’s a traitor in so many ways and yet she’s still scanning the thronging crowds for any sign of a tall, dark figure.

“Don’t worry, FO presence is light. Most of it is concentrated around the shuttle landing sites.” Sogr glances around, searching for their contact.

Rey’s guilt makes her stomach churn as they move through the quarter until the Mandalorian nudges her again. “I’ll go to the next street over, you keep to this one. The Sullastan shouldn’t be too hard to find.”

He moves away and she continues on until the marketplace splits. Taking the left path she follows it as the both crowds and stalls thin out and the hum of the marketplace becomes distant. Here, the odd inhabitant escapes the burgeoning mid-morning warmth under the shady areas created by second story balconies.

The Force crackles at the same moment her arm is grasped and she is tugged into a patch of shadow under one of the spaces.

Before she meets the intense gaze she knows who it is. The Force is a living thing, moving and shifting with emotion, energy, life. Ben is wearing casual clothes, albeit in his usual black, but the attire is as unexpected as his presence and for a moment, she can’t speak.

But only a moment.

“What are you doing here?” Her tone is snappy and slightly outraged, though her heart tells a different story, thumping heavily in her chest as her gaze flicks over him.

“I came to see you.”

There’s a vulnerability in his tone that tugs at her heart and pricks at her temper, she doesn’t want to feel things for him, she’s already in too deep.

“Why? Hoping to get intel on the Resistance?”

His head jerks back a little before his mouth works, a sure sign he’s biting back on his emotions.

“I already know all I need to about your Resistance.” His tone carries a hint of temper and it’s obvious he was expecting a different response from her.

She can feel it through the Bond too, a mix of anger, hope and need that twists and bucks like an out of control speeder.

“What do you want, Ben?” She’s suddenly tired, but still annoyed.

At the power he has with her, over the fact he’s all she’s been thinking about, at the overwhelming mix of complex emotion filling her.

She waits and when he answers her, with a kind of desperation she recognizes, all the more potent because she feels it too, and her world is blown apart.

“I want more.”

#reylo trash #reylo fam #save ben solo #kylo x rey #kylo redemption #kylo ben #reylo owns me

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