#Kylo Ren is like John Wick

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Marked

a Reylo AU by TypeSomeSenseToMe

Excerpt:

There was knocking at the door and Rey snapped to attentive stillness. Kylo was still in the bathing room.

Her heart pounded with a tinge of fear because she didn’t know what to do.

She stood and slowly went to the door. The person on the other side did not continue to knock, but they did slip something underneath.

A white square envelope slid quickly across the carpet toward her feet.

“REN” was scrawled on the front of it in thick red ink. It looked entirely forbidding, because all she could think was that the letters could have been written with blood, and she didn’t believe that was at all outside the realm of possibilities.

Rey stared at it, then at the closed door where Kylo was, heart thudding desperately in her chest.

She picked up the envelope and ran her thumb over the letters. Not blood, but a thick-lined quill had been used to write his second name.

The man at the lobby desk had greeted Kylo as Mr. Ren. Did that mean his full name was Kylo Ren? Rey shrugged. She thought her own last name was pretty weird.

At that moment, the door to the bathing room whipped open and steam poofed out, along with a very wet and a very much unclothed Kylo Ren. His glistening chest was built out of two wide, pale slabs of muscle. His flesh was mottled with bruises and scars.

Wide eyed and burning up with embarrassment, Rey was thankful there was a white towel covering the rest of him. She waved the envelope toward his face, averting her eyes over her shoulder and away from him.

“Someone just shoved this under the door,” she squeaked at a pitch not at all like her regular tone of voice.

When the letter left her hand, she scrambled back to the dining table and promptly swallowed half a glass of water. She willed her mind to banish the titillating image of Kylo’s chest from her memory. She had enough to deal with and… that… was just one more thing too many.

She did her best to ignore Kylo for the next several minutes. But curiosity soon dug its claws into her.

He was making several trips back and forth between the closet and the bathroom. Fully dressed now in sleek black dress pants and black button-down shirt, he buttoned up a vest that matched. He brought out a small black cloth pack from the closet and unrolled it on the bed. From it he pulled a knife and strapped it to his lower leg under his sock. He had holsters built into the back of the vest and he stowed two guns, one on the right and the other on the left side. He went back into the closet and spent a few more minutes inside.

What was happening now? Was she supposed to do something? Rey stood and hesitantly shuffled closer to the closet. She peeked inside and saw Kylo methodically counting out bullets and sliding them into several metal sheaths. The letter he’d received was opened and lying on the floor next to his gun case. He finally slipped his arms into a black suit jacket and pocketed the bullets.

Kylo turned and stopped short when he found Rey watching him.

His face had changed. Gone was the man who had been laughing earlier. In his place was the scary assassin whom she’d seen shoot two men at once the day they met. The all black suit lent a quality of mystery and menace to his appearance.

He picked up the letter and put it in the breast pocket of his shirt.

Dark, dark eyes met hers and she held her breath.

“I left the pills for you on the counter. I don’t know how long I’ll be out. Keep the door locked.”

Rey blinked several times, recalling how he’d geared up with all those weapons.

Why was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden?

“But,” she began. “You will come back?”

Kylo’s mouth and his eyes softened for the briefest of moments before his features went hard again. He tipped his black-stubbled chin downward.

And then he was gone.

Read the completed fic here: Marked

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My rules/ fandoms I will write for!

Hello! I am Julia, I am a 20 y/o writer and AVID reader. I am apart of SOSOSOSO many fandoms! Here are fandoms I will write for. (Keep in mind that I am just getting started writing again. Please be patient and know that I am doing my best. I am still in uni so it may be hard doe me to upload as much as I'd like. Please please send me any and ALL requested for characters that seem appealing to you!!) But, here are some things I will NOT write for. Racism, homophobia, transphobia, incest, stepcest, necrophilia, somnophilia. I am writing smut and all you'd have to do for a certain character is dm me or request it !;)

Harry Potter.

Lucius Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Wesley

George and Fred Wesley

Severus Snape

Luna lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Tony Stark

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Vision

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Miguel O'hara

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Leia Skywalker

Padmé Amidalla

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Han solo

Lando Calrissian

Rey

Kylo Ren

Diabolik lovers

Ayato Sakamaki

Laito Sakamaki

Kanato Sakamaki

Azusa Mukami

Shu Sakamaki

Kou Mukami

Yuma Mukami

Reiji Sakamaki

Cordelia

Ruki Mukami

Yui Komori

Subaru Sakamaki

Carla Tsukinami

Kou Mukami

Shin Tsukinami

Richter

Natasha, Pierre And the great comet of 1812

Pierre Bezukhov

Natasha Rostova

Marya Dmitriyevna

Fedya Dolokhov

Anatole Kuragin

Hamilton

Angelica Schuyler

Aaron Burr

Alexander Hamilton

George III

Marquis De Lafayette

George Washington

Peggy Schuyler

Thomas Jefferson

John Laurens

James Madison

Hercules Mulligan

Maria Reynolds

Eliza Schuyler

Philip Hamilton

Interview with the vampire

Lestat De Lioncourt

Louis De Pointe du La

Claudia De pointe du Lac

Aarmand

Santiago Loustat

Claudeline

HOND

Claude Frollo

Phoebus

Esmerelda

Arcane

Jinx

Vi

Sevika

Caitlyn

Jayce

Viktor

Silco

Ambessa Medarda

Wicked

Elpheba

Fieyro

The outsiders

Darry

Sodapop

Ponyboy

Dally

Johnny

Two-bit

Steve

Cherry

Marsha

Curly

Tim Shepherd

Angela Shepherd

Voltron

Axca

Romelle

Klance

Allurance

Gotham (2016)

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Bruce Wayne

Selena Kyle

Edward Nygma

AHS

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Jimmy Darling

Micheal Langdon

MPHFPC

Enoch O'connor

Alma Peregrine

Anastasia

Anastasia Romanov

Dimitryi

Gleb Vagonof

Black Butler

Alois Trancy

Ciel Phantomhive

Claude Faustus

Sebastian Michaelis

Invincible

Mark Greyson

Nolan Greyson

Samantha (Atom Eve)

Ghost B.C

Any of the papa's

Any of the ghouls!

UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Viktor Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

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Masterlist

For those wondering: I closed the previous mynameis-noe-body blog and opened a new one, to make it a main blog and have free access to dm.

First of all, rules. This is a list of my works, and I will rate them accordingly to Ao3 guidelines. This means they may be explicit and so, strictly +18.

I will write for the following fandoms and more (find more in others).

I will not write underage. I am comfortable with a certain amount of angst and/or violence but it's still up to me to decide what I am okay with.

I will not write for The Marauders fandom, since I do not appreciate those characters.

Requests are closed for the moment. And thank you for reading.

▪️Wizarding World

Shot through the heart

Professor Severus Snape × Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (multiple chapters)

Summary: Licorice Hatch has traveled the world, fulfilling her dream of becoming one of the most famous writers and reporters in the Wizarding World. Now, she is coming back. Merlin only knows the turmoil she has caused in the heart of her dark, splendid professor. And at the very thought — eager to hold her in his arms again — Severus can't help but relive their whole story, from the very beginning, when it all started with a Wilbur Smith's book and... a two-month detention!

The Old Mill at the Hogsmeade's Eastern Forest

Post-Second Wizarding War Severus Snape × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: in progress (multiple chapters)

Summary: A year and a half after the end of the war, Severus still hasn't managed to leave Britain. No one knows of his survival, and for months he enjoys a life of silence, solitude and well-deserved peace. Everything would be absolutely perfect, were it not for you, sitting on his empty tombstone everyday to bring condolences and read some poetry. When it's said that curiosity killed the cat...

▪️Adam Driver Fandom

How to (not) kill a stranger

Kylo Ren × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (multiple chapters)

Summary: He glances at you. "A young lady like you shouldn't travel alone, on a night like this." You want to roll your eyes and send him to hell, but he was kind to help you and you don't want any more trouble. "I couldn't really stay in Aberdeen. I knew my old Corolla wouldn't hold up for long, not in this weather, but I wanted to at least get to the Motel for the night." He nods, raises the temperature of the car and you thank him again. He doesn't acknowledge your words. But he smirks. "Aren't you afraid you just crossed your path with a murderer?" You grin. "What are the odds that we are both murderers?"

▪️Stranger Things

Catch me if you can, Chief!

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: It's the 4th of July in Hawkins, and while everybody's having fun at the amusement park, the only one who's catching your attention is Jim Hopper, Chief of Police — and he's looking at you, equally interested.

This Friday night

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: All alone on a Friday night, after a long week of college classes, you just want to eat some ice cream and watch a movie. You didn't expect Jim to pay you visit — but god, if it isn't a nice surprise. OR — you and Jim (your father's best friend) get intimate on your parents' couch.

“Nothing to say, hm?”

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You let Billy flirt with you a little... that might not be a good idea. Jim will find a very passionate way of showing his jealousy.

Sunday morning: pancakes and...

Chief Jim Hopper x you (F)

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You make Jim breakfast and decide to wake him up with your hands and mouth.

▪️John Wick Fandom

🖤 Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont 🖤

I am your slave

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F/GN)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You and Vincent play the jealousy game at a public evening gala of the High Table. You end up revelieng almost all of your feelings to each other.

Safe in his arms

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F/GN)

Rating: Teen & Up Audience

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Vincent, who has fallen in love with you and made you his beautiful wife, has never really told you about his true life of crime and murder. What will you do the first time you catch him red handed?

Little dove

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: You're the Marquis' favorite tailor — and you always act so innocent and pure it would just too much fun to ruin you (corruption kink).

🖤 John Wick 🖤

Origami

John Wick × reader (F/GN)

Rating: All

Status: Complete (one shot - drabble)

Summary: A casual encounter lead you and John to looking for each other, wishing to meet again.

▪️Others (open to write for: Alice in Wonderland, Joker(s), Johnny Depp fandom)

Wonderland Chronicles

Tarrant Higtop (Mad Hatter) × Alice Kingsley

Fandom: Alice in Wonderland

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Alice and Tarrant get inspired by fruit juices and enjoy smutty time, all alone during a tea party.

🔹A list of k*nks without explanation

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

Chief Jim Hopper

[peculiarly-paige]

i have a list on my notes app entitled “sexy murder men” and it’s just fictional male characters who have, canonically, at least attempted murder, and that i find attractive, and it feels like something this website would enjoy, so i will share it here:

- riff raff

- sweeney todd

- anakin skywalker

- kylo ren

- hannibal lecter (silence of the lambs version)

- draco malfoy

- sirius black

- remus lupin

- rumpelstiltskin (from once upon a time)

- loki

- thomas sharpe

- julian slowik

- john wick

- santa claus (from violent night)

- jim hopper

- tate langdon (and most evan peters characters in ahs)

- howl (from howl's moving castle)

- sam and dean winchester

- arthur, tommy, and john shelby

- piccolo (from dragon ball)

- tywin and tyrion lannister

- sandor clegane (aka the hound)

- jaqen h'ghar

- salladhor saan

- theon greyjoy

- khal drogo

- syrio forel

- podrick payne

- daario naharis

- edward and emmett cullen

- jacob black

- laurent (from twilight)

- captain jack sparrow

- will turner

- edward teach (aka blackbeard)

- oluwande bloodhari

- israel "izzie" hands

- joel and tommy miller

- finnick odair

- peeta mellark

if you have any suggestions for additions, lemme know so i can consume more sexy murder men content.

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'. ݁₊ ⊹ request page ⊹₊ '. ݁

*mdni, must be 18+ to leave a request if the request is 18+ related*

characters/fandoms i write for.

— jujutsu kaisen

♡ satoru gojo

♡ suguru geto

♡ kento nanami

♡ megumi fushiguro

♡ toji fushiguro

♡ yuji itadori

♡ nobara kugisaki

♡ toge inumaki

♡ choso kamo

(basically anyone really 🫠)

— marvel

♡ bucky barnes

♡ natasha romanoff

♡ steve rogers

♡ sam wilson

♡ tony stark

♡ bruce banner

♡ loki

♡ thor

♡ peter parker (any)

— resident evil

♡ leon kennedy

♡ ethan winters

♡ ada wong

♡ claire redfield

— supernatural

♡ dean winchester

♡ sam winchester

♡ castiel

— others

♡ john wick

♡ kylo ren

*i can pretty much write anyone who i feel comfortable writing, keep in mind that this list isn’t every single person included*

what i’ll write.

— headcanons

— drabbles

— imagines

— oneshots

— series (i’ll write a novel if you’d like😽)

restrictions.

— i don’t have many restrictions on what others would like me to write, will depend when i read the request if i’m comfortable to write it or not. hope you can understand 🤍

— also requests will be answered at random

that is all. 🩵 take a look at my masterlist and see if you like my work and want me to write your request 😇

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— notes. @saradika credit for dividers 🤍

[aftonfamilyvalues]

I wanna fuck Kylo ren bc he looks like an of brand version of my blorbo John Wick…

thats very brave of you

[kittyscribble]

ok hear me out-- young john wick in training at the Tarkovsky Theatre 

[ask-cloverfield]

So you know that post about Han being Chewbacca’s dog?

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— 𝐅𝐀𝐐 ⋆ ˚｡

this blog is strictly multifandom, but that does not mean that i don’t play favorites for certain fandoms/characters. so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

requests: are closed, but thots are always welcome!

in no way shape or form should minors be interacting with anything on or posted to this blog. this is an 18+ space. anon hate and celebrity discourse also has no place here, so please respect that. if you are racist, homophobic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic, judgmental to what people enjoy writing/reading, can’t depict fiction from real life, you will be blocked.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

rpf, necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, daddy/little play, age play, spitting, kitten, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, alpha/omega, domestic violence, kid fics, male!character x male!oc, i hate the word ‘doll’ as a pet name so i avoid it like the plague.

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞…

smut (refer to the above list when it comes to this), fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to a certain degree), blood play, knife play, some bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, capture x captive, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, step siblings, supernatural, villainary, choking, mommy/daddy kink (to an extent).

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒.

marvel ↷

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, marc spector, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, peter parker (all variants), yelena belova, joaquin torres, doctor strange, wade wilson, carol danvers, eddie brock, scott lang, hope van dyne, kate bishop, hela, pietro maximoff, logan howlett, wanda maximoff, steve rogers, kraven, cable, druig, makkari, thena, blade

dc universe ↷

dinah lance/black canary, diana prince, clark kent, pamela isley/poison ivy, arthur curry/aquaman, harley quinn, adrian chase, pattinson!bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler

top gun: maverick ↷

jake 'hangman' seresin, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw, javy 'coyote' machado, mickey 'fanboy' garcia, natasha 'phoenix' trace, beau 'cyclone' simpson, reuben 'payback' fitch

star wars ↷

poe dameron, finn, kylo ren/ben solo, bo-katan kryze, din djarin, young!han solo

scream ↷

ethan landry, stu macher, billy loomis, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, amber freeman, tara carpenter

bridgerton ↷

anthony bridgerton, colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, kate sharma, simon basset, phillip crane

house of the dragon ↷

ser harwin strong, daemon targaryen, aemond targaryen, rhaenyra targaryen

american horror story ↷

cordelia goode, tristan duffy, michael langdon, harry gardner, madison montgomery, kit walker, xavier plympton, ally mayfair-richards

etc shows ↷

villanelle, lip gallagher, tommy miller, carmy berzatto, luca (the bear), kate parks, daisy jones, billy dunne, warren rhodes, geralt of rivia, love quinn, max wolfe, olivia benson, roman godfrey, dream the endless, lucifer (sandman), jonathan pine, mira phillips, the salesman (squid game), hwang jun ho (squid game), kim geon-woo (bloodhounds)

movies ↷

john wick, finnick odair, peeta mellark, johanna mason, han lue, cipher, walter de ville, tangerine, dave lizewski, thomas sharpe, james conrad, neil (tenet), edward cullen, millie / molotovgirl, dante reyes, thrandull, steve kemp, charlie swan, marquis vincent de gramont, keys (free guy), akira (john wick), beverly marsh (it two), ben hanscom (it two), keith (barbarian), frank (don't worry darling)

adam driver ↷

kylo ren/ben solo, adam sackler, flip zimmerman, phillip altman, charlie barber, henry mchenry, commander mills, rick smolan, officer ronnie peterson, matt the radar technician, clyde logan, paterson, jude

oscar isaac ↷

santiago garcia, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, william tell, blue jones, rydel keener

pedro pascal ↷

din djarin, javier peña, frankie morales, javi gutierrez, joel miller, dieter bravo

chris evans ↷

ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, andy barber, ari levinson, frank adler, steve rogers, jake wyler

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✨🎄✨ Winter & Christmas Fics ✨🎄✨

Dashing through the Snow

Hogwarts Jacques Le Gris x OC

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Romance. Humor.

AO3 Link

Christmas Song Prompt: Sleigh Ride

Author’s Note: My lovely friend Zannah @babbushka has graciously allowed me to take two of her characters for a wintery ride because I’m obsessed! Please enjoy this Christmas special featuring Hogwarts Professor Jacques Le Gris and Pandora set in the Spellbound universe!

Joyeux Noel

Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: None. Romance. Light Angst. Fluff. Humor. Weird, right?

Christmas Song Prompt: All I Want for Christmas is You

AO3 Link

Author’s Note: Please enjoy your first Christmas with Jacques!

Mistletoe

Jacques Le Gris x Reader

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: NSFW. Very Public Smut. Orgies. Exhibitionism. Alcohol. Humor. Strip Chess.

Christmas Song Prompt: Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree

AO3 Link

Author’s Note: Please enjoy your second Christmas with Jacques at Pierre’s Christmas Party!

Krampusnacht

Knight Kylo x Reader

Word Count: 9.7k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Violence. Gore. Medieval battle scenes. Non-graphic mentions of violence against children. Hypothermia. Merry Krampusnacht!

AO3 Link

Bah Humbug

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Kylo Ren x Reader

Charlie Barber x Reader

Clyde Logan x Reader

Word Count: 18.2k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Language. Angst. Non-Graphic Mentions of Murder and Main Character Death. Bastardization of Classic Literature.

AO3 Link

Author’s Note: Here’s my bastardized version of A Christmas Carol!

Off with A Bang!

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 10.8k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Extra Smut. Graphic Violence. Gun Violence. Knife Violence. Lots of Violence. Action themes.

AO3 Link

Author’s Note: Please enjoy my contribution to the New Year’s Eve celebration! There aren’t enough fics out there of Flip being a badass, so I’m fixing that! Buckle up for a John Wick/John McClane style holiday! ✨🥂✨Happy New Year✨🥂✨

Santa’s Little Helper

Gunfighter Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Flip Hating Life. Humor.

Christmas Song Prompt: Run Run Rudolph

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Nice Until Proven Naughty

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Romance. Fluff. Humor. Lumberjack Kink.

Christmas Song Prompt: Winter Wonderland

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Knockout

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Playful Fluff. Humor.

AO3 Link

Winter Warmth

Clyde Logan x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Fluff.

AO3 Link

Feels Like Christmas Morning

Pale x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Fluff. Humor.

AO3 Link

[lucyreviewcy]

Fight Scenes that Tell The Story

I’m a big fan of fight scenes in films, and here’s why. 

My favourite film of all time is John Wick. Knowing myself as well as I do, I recognise that this is because John Wick is one very long fight scene that tells a dark, mythical story: a hubristic young man wakes a demon by his own arrogant actions, and the demon methodically hunts him down, destroying everything in his path. That the story is told from the perspective of the demon makes it even more fascinating. If you haven’t seen John Wick, you should. 

Having recently re-watched Quantum of Solace (purely because I read that the late, great Paul Ritter was in it and was intrigued, spoiler alert: he has no lines), I was reminded how bad action sequences can be. The chase scene from the start of that film is everything the action sequences in John Wick aren’t: too fast, too indulgent, and too heavily reliant on CGI. All we learn from that sequence is that James Bond is very fast and has good reactions. This isn’t new information, and the sequence is an overlong, empty thrill ride that has aged really badly. 

The earlier Daniel Craig Bond films seem to have been influenced by the shaky cam action styles that the Bourne films made famous, but I don’t think the style of the latter transplants comfortably into the former. While the Bond films are technically spy stories with intrigue and complexity (in the case of Quantum of Solace, some of us are still puzzling over the storyline), they have a fairly straightforward morality at their centre: “James Bond is cool and naughty but ultimately right.” While the Bourne films have a confusing, unfolding morality rooted in a character who does not know who he is for a significant portion of the narrative. So the action is confusing, because Bourne is confused, he’s functioning on autopilot when he fights - his consciousness is a few seconds behind his body and he’s only properly aware of what has happened afterwards, when he’s surrounded by beaten and broken embassy security guards. We are meant to believe that James Bond constantly knows what he’s doing, and is broadly in control of the situation - so the action style should be fluid, demonstrating the competence that earns Bond his reputation. This is what the action in John Wick does: long takes and smooth camera work make these sequences unflinching and methodical, just like the character.

The house invasion scene from John Wick demonstrates Wick’s skill and control as he takes down masked man after masked man. The fact that this first action sequence takes place in John Wick’s own house allows him to use an environment he knows incredibly well to his advantage. He knows how to hide, how to get from place to place in the minimum amount of time, and he knows where all the knives are. 

The action sequences we have talked about so far are mostly about establishing one character, but action can also tell a story about a relationship. The Matrix films demonstrate the difference between Agent Smith’s restrictive, ordered view of the world, and Neo’s humanity purely through their fighting styles. Neo’s fighting is artistic and depends on manipulation of the flimsy laws of physics that exist inside the Matrix, while Smith deploys blunt haymakers and hard, impactful punches which indicate that he is only interested in having the biggest physical impact possible. They are physically different characters, Neo is slighter, longer limbed, while Smith is barrel chested - like a battering ram with a receding hairline (I love Hugo Weaving, but this is an accurate description.)

In Rise of Skywalker, my least favourite Star Wars film, the final fight sequence between Rey and Kylo Ren gives the characters more depth than the rest of the film does. Their moves mirror each other to indicate that their minds are linked, and their physicality bespeaks exhaustion: as if neither character is sure why they are fighting the other anymore. The muddied morality of The Last Jedi. which undermines the “good vs evil” ideology that puts the rebellion firmly on the light side and the First Order in the dark, is an excellent explanation for this sequence. The Last Jedi explores the grey areas between dark and light, and demonstrates that both sides have paid a heavy cost for prolonging the conflict.  Rey and Kylo Ren know that they want to fight each other, but ultimately after the journey which these characters have taken over the last two films, they are unsure of what it is they are fighting for. 

There are breaks in this fight where the characters stare at each other, panting and tired, before launching into another attack. Rey and Kylo Ren are too well matched mentally to ever beat each other, and it is only when Kylo Ren is distracted by Leia’s death that Rey is able to defeat him. A triumph which is ultimately a pyric victory for Rey who realises that Kylo Ren’s death will not help her achieve her ultimate goal: which she isn’t even sure of. One of the frustrations I have with this film is that Rey’s motivation is fairly unclear, she just acts on instinct throughout. This scene actually owns to that, demonstrating the complexity of character and storytelling which can be achieved through action. The rest of the storytelling in Rise of Skywalker is chaotic and unimaginative, but this fight sequence tells you everything you need to know about the arc of these characters. 

Action in films can be explosive and frenetic, and it can be included purely for spectacle. In films starring Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, the action is often spectacle driven: here is a very large man punching a very large lizard/ building/ earthquake. In these films the plot is often quite simple, “The big man must stop the big lizard/building/earthquake from taking over/destroying the world”. When the plot is that simple, the action doesn’t need to develop character or relationship. But when your plot is “Um... the big man needs to stop the eco-start up billionaire from...something...oil”, frenetic, confusing action sequences feel mentally exhausting. Even though the plot of John Wick is simple, the twist of the monster movie happening from the monster’s perspective means the action has to make the experience of seeing him on screen something desirable to the audience (casting ultimate dish Keanu Reeves also helps.) 

Do not write off action movies as a genre because they’re “just explosions”: that’s so wrong. Action sequences are a valuable, fascinating storytelling tool, and when a film makes good use of that it can be the most satisfying cinematic experience going. 

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Characters I write for

Personal Favourites ~ Merlin (BBC), Tommy Shelby, Jim Moriarty, Ninth Doctor, Castiel, Obi-Wan Kenobi, General Hux, Cassian Andor, Bilbo Baggins, Eómer, Diaval, Captain Jack Sparrow, Caspian X, Eret (HTTYD), Rumplestilskin (OUAT), Krel Tarron, Wolverine

BBC Merlin ~ Gwaine, Leon, Percival, Elyan, Arthur, Lancelot, Gwen, Morgana

Peaky Blinders - Arthur Shelby, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Alfie Solomons

Sherlock ~ Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Eurus Holmes 

Doctor Who ~ Rose Tyler, Ten, Rory Williams, Amy Pond, Eleven, Clara Oswald, Twelve, Bill Pots, Thirteen, Simm!Master, Missy, Dhawan!Master, Jack Harkness 

Supernatural ~ Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jack Klein, Gabriel, Gadreel, Charlie, Anna, Micheal, Lucifer, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Kevin Tran, Balthazar, Benny Lafitte, Mick Davies 

NBC Hannibal ~ Hannibal Lector, Will Graham 

Criminal Minds ~ Doctor Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau

Prime’s The Boys ~ Billy Butcher, Hughie, Frenchie, Annie (Starlight), Queen Maeve *I will likely write for Jensen Ackles’ character in season three - if he’s not a dick*

Star Wars ~ *original* Han Solo, Lando, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker *prequels/clone wars* Qui-Gon Jinn, Padme, Rex, Ahsoka Tano *sequel* Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, Finn, Rey *Others* Dyn Jarren

Good Omens ~ Crowley, Aziraphale, Newton Pulsifer 

Keanu Reeves Character’s ~ John Wick, Constantine, Neo, Ted Logan, Jack Traven

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit ~ *LOTR* Aragorn, Legolas, Elrond, Boromir, Faramir, Eowyn, Arwen, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam, Haldir, Galadriel *The Hobbit* Thorin, Dwalin, Bofur, Thranduil, Bard, Human!Smaug, Fili, Kili

Star Trek ~ Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Spock, James Kirk, Uhura, Chekov, Scotty, Khan 

Disney Characters ~ Gaston (Live Action), Flynn Rider, Tarzan, Thackery Binx (Hocus Pocus), Aladdin, Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Will Turner (POTC)

How to Train Your Dragon ~ Astrid, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Hiccup Haddock 

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts ~ *HP* Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Tonks, Snape, Bill Weasley, Fred, George *FBAWTFT* Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Jacob Kowalski, Queenie Goldstein, Credence Barebone, Percival Graves, Theseus Scamander 

Once Upon a Time - Jefferson (The Mad Hatter), Killian Jones, Edward Hyde, Graham, August, Emma Swan,

Trollhunters/3Below ~ Jim Lake Jr, Claire, Aja Tarron, Steve Palchuk, Douxie 

The Umbrella Academy ~ Luther “One”, Klaus “Four”, Ben “Six”, Deigo “Two”, Allison “Three”, Vanya “Seven”, Five 

The Outsiders ~ Darry Curtis, Two-bit Matthews, Soda Pop Curtis, Dally Winston, Steve Randle, Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis 

Gotham ~ Jervis Tetch, Jeremiah and Jerome Valeska, Jim Gordon, Bruce Wayne, Selene Kyle, Alfred Pennyworth

Marvel (Avengers + X Men) ~ Bucky Barnes, Loki, Skurge, Doctor Strange, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Quicksilver (Pietro and Peter), Scarlett Witch, Magneto, Everett Ross, Nightcrawler, Charles Xavier, Thor, Tony Stark, Mysterio, Yon-Rogg, Peter Parker

Miscellaneous ~, Balem Abrasax (Jupiter Ascending), Commodus (Gladiator), Charlie Sisters (The Sisters Brothers), Black Hat (Priest), Mori (OHSHC), Zuko (ATLA), Sokka (ATLA), Bigby Wolf (The Wolf Among Us), Connor (Detroit; Become Human), John Kennex (Almost Human), Kyoya (OHSHC), Natsu Dragneel (Fairy Tail), Gray Fullbuster (Fairy Tail), Gajeel Redfox (Fairy Tail), Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky),  Robotnik *Jimbotnik* (Sonic the Hedgehog), Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things), Hopper (Stranger Things), Lucian (Underworld), Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax), Brahms Heelshire (The Boy), Bakugo (My Hero Acadamia), Aizawa (My Hero Acadamia), Todoroki (My Hero Acadamia), Merlin (Kingsman), Agent Whiskey (Kingsman), Eggsy (Kingsman)

I am willing to add more if I get into more shows and stuff.

I can do AUs and stuff (I like soulmate AUs but really i’ll do any AU)

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Little Bird: Chapter 25 (NSFW)

Read on AO3. Part 24 here. Part 26 here.

Summary: All right, well, I guess no one's gonna go swimming in that pool, anymore.

Words: 6600

Warnings: cw--a kylorengarbagedump special: tons of graphic violence and gratuitous bloodplay

Characters: Kylo Ren x Handmaid!Reader

A/N: HI, HELLO, what the fuck am I doing! I'd like to give thanks to @faestae and John Wick for this chapter. Without them, I'd be completely fucked. For some reason, I keep writing shit that demonstrates how little I know about writing anything other than sex. Please let me know what you thought! I'm interested to see what people think about this bit.

I love y'all so very much! Thank you for always offering kindness and encouragement. <3

You hadn’t taken your eyes off of your Commander since entering the car, hoping that, if you stared long enough, you’d be able to identify any hint of emotion, any flicker of feeling in his inscrutable expression. But Kylo Ren sat, back against the partition, hands at his sides, a veneer of distance cast over his face. The harder you looked, the further away he seemed--like a void, emptying itself, slowly, of vulnerability. 

“Do you know how long I’ve known your Commander?” said Snoke. You felt his spider-leg gaze crawling over your figure. “Since he was a boy.”

Unsure if you were supposed to respond, you dipped your head in the tiniest nod you could muster.

“And there was a period where he disagreed, you know. With the idea of Gilead. Did you know that?”

Ren was solid, unmoving, staring through the back windshield. He didn’t blink, didn’t twitch. Swallowing, you allowed yourself to peer over at Snoke. He was watching you expectantly.

“Um.” To be fair, you did know that--you just didn’t know to what degree, and for how long. “I didn’t know that, no.”

“Well, it’s true.” His focus drifted back to Ren. “He was so unsure of himself, back then. Couldn’t ever make a decision. Afraid to let himself achieve what he was truly capable of.” A dark, breathy laugh escaped him. “He was so sensitive, so scared.”

There, right below his nose, you saw it--a twinge of muscle.

“But, thankfully, he’s resolved those doubts, now.” A wicked smile twisted through his skin. “Haven’t you, Ren?”

His eyes, like slate, met Snoke’s for a millisecond. “Yes.”

“Yes.” Now Snoke turned his attention to you. “He believes, like I do, in the roles of society. In the order we can provide by enforcing them.” A glance at Ren. “Isn’t that right, boy?”

“Yes.” His back straightened. 

“He agrees with me that Handmaids are one of those unfortunate necessities of society,” Snoke said. “If we had a perfect world, we wouldn’t need you at all.” He shrugged. “For now, both of you have your roles. Separate and equal.” 

Not that nonsense again. It sounded just as repulsive as when it had come out of Ren’s mouth. “I think we’re both more than that.” You peered at your Commander, who observed you with guarded confusion. “More than our roles.”

Snoke’s eyes sparkled with some sick delight. “Really, now.” He looked to Ren. “We have to make sacrifices, don’t we. To ensure our vision survives to the next generation.”

He averted his gaze, nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“You’ve made many sacrifices for Gilead, Ren.” 

Snoke’s hand laid on your knee, squeezing it, red fabric bunching in his skeletal grip. Your throat thickened with fear, your breath stolen. Ren’s chest filled with slow, tense air, his jaw tight. The knife in your sleeve seemed to sear you with its presence--you imagined whipping it out, swiping the button, slamming the blade right into the old man’s wrinkled neck. Instead, you sat there, watching his hand creep higher, your focus switching between his fingers and your Commander.

Do what you wish with it.

If you tried to attack him now, here, in his car, both you and Ren would end up dead. You shoved the urge into the bottom of your brain, chin trembling as the bony excuse for a hand grazed your thigh--Snoke’s eyes were trained on Ren, daring him to move. 

But he did nothing.

A whirr of a winding engine cut through the silence, and Snoke removed his hand--you sagged with relief. He rolled down the window, making a quick motion with his wrist, the limo stopping for a brief moment. Then it pushed forward, past a gated entrance staffed with at least two guards armed with rifles. Fear dug its claws into your chest. 

The limo coasted up a long, winding driveway, up to what you could only define as a mansion, and came to a halt. Snoke glanced at the both of you, popping the door open.

“We’ve arrived,” he said. “Come, now.”

Ren met your eyes for a brief, electric second before he exited the vehicle. Steeling your nerves, you followed, feeling significantly hampered by the rustling of your dress. As you clambered into the sun, you breathed the heavy summer air and glanced over the property.

A white stone gate with the pair of sentries encircled a ring of decorative topiaries, bushels of red flowers poking through the mulched landscape. The driveway looped like a racetrack through the yard, up to the bleached cement plaza that opened to a glittering fountain pond. The center of the fountain was dominated by a marble carving of Jesus on the cross, his head craned toward the sky, water gushing in clear, noisy rivers from his hands and crown. In front of you, the staired entrance led to a grand, columned pavilion that guided you toward the front door, a glass and iron arch with concentric rows of windows radiating out to the walls. 

All of this might have been beautiful, you thought, had you not been a slave, invited with your owner under the pretense of interrogation.

That, and the two guards coming to escort you to the entrance--also armed, of course.

They bookended you in a line--Snoke, Ren, and you--through the front door, into the vaulted foyer, ivory granite floors stretching out into a wide parlor room, light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Through them, you spied the backyard, complete with a glimmering Tuscan-style pool, enclosed also by that same white stone. And more guards marching in assignment.  

Silent, you kept close to your Commander’s heels as you all climbed the one of the two curved staircases, ascending past an enormous chandelier, tiers of glowing crystal casting flakes of light onto your skin. Despite its warmth, at the last step, you fell cold--there were still more riflemen at the top. The guards ushered you down an empty hall to an open door. They stood at either side of the entrance, and, blood escaping your face, you followed Ren and Snoke inside.

Cherry wood-panelled walls wrapped the oval stone floor, a circular Persian rug rolled out underneath a huge teak desk. It was accompanied by a tall Chesterfield throne upholstered in red leather, two smaller, sister chairs attending the sides. Behind the desk, built-in shelves were lined with heavy, hardbound tomes, all illuminated by two sets of double-necked glass sconces at the two ends of the room.

You stood next to Ren, hands strangling each other as Snoke closed the door and wandered around to the head of his desk. His stride was slow, deliberate, crossing the room like it was slick with molasses. Arriving at his chair, he opened one of the drawers, carding through it before pulling out a folder and plopping it on the flat surface. With precision, he plucked a few pages from it, pushing them forward. 

“Do you remember signing these, Ren?” 

Kylo Ren’s eyes flicked between the paper and his superior. “Yes.”

“Your very first acceptance to the order,” Snoke said, gazing at it. “The evidence of your commitment.” He turned his attention to you. “You said that you think you’re more than your roles. But I know that isn’t the case.”

You cleared your throat, spine straightening. “And I know it is.”

“You’d be wrong,” Snoke said. “Because Kylo Ren is a facade. An identity--a role. Just like yours.” He paused, waiting for Ren to react. He didn’t. “Before he was Kylo Ren, he was a lost, lonely little boy. Always winding up in fights. Parents too busy to care.” 

Ren rolled his tongue along the inside of his teeth, but said nothing.

“But I saw potential in him. Didn’t I, boy?” Snoke offered him a small grin. “I could see the greatness, the cunning, the power you could have.”

“You did,” Ren muttered.

“And this is all you’ve become. Your heart hasn’t hardened. You’re soft. You could never hope to be Kylo Ren.” He sighed, and leered at him. “And I’m disappointed to see that this is the case.”

He was silent, chin raising, stare toward the floor.

“You’re still fighting it, aren’t you?” When he didn’t respond, Snoke’s entire face twisted in a frown. “Answer me, boy.”

“I’m not.”

“No?” Snoke opened the top drawer of his desk and produced a massive silver revolver, tossing it on the desk with a thunk. “Prove it,” he said. “Shoot her.”

Your heart shot between your ears, eyes darting between Snoke, Ren, the gun, Snoke, Ren, the gun, Snoke, Ren, the gun. Kylo Ren was as unreadable as ever--he considered the revolver as if Snoke had thrown down a ballpoint pen. A tiny breath escaped him.

“Everything I’ve done has been for Gilead--my commitment has never wavered--”

“Don’t lie to me, boy!” Snoke’s gaze flashed with barely-leashed rage. “I see how you respond when I touch her, I can feel your weakness for her.”

Ren’s lip twitched. “Weakness. For a Handmaid.” 

“I know your mind, Ren. I know every little thought that goes through your brain. Your impulses are raw, you allow Gilead to suffer under your foolishness. This paper...” He held it up, pointing to the signature--beautiful, loopy letters that read Ben Solo. “The boy that signed it still lives. And he is weak.” 

Snoke pushed off the desk, stalked over to you--before you could even think to move, his hand gnarled in your hair, fingers scraping like screws over your scalp. You whimpered, thinking to scream, to fight, to beg--but worried Snoke would shoot you himself if you did. 

“Show me who you’re meant to be, Kylo Ren.” He ripped you to the floor, shoving you onto your knees near his feet. Then, at the back of your head--something hard. Cold. Another gun. “Or I’ll show you myself.”

In the back of your mind, it seemed strange--for all the scenarios you’d imagined being on your knees in front of your Commander, this had never been one of them. Terror shuddered you, but you stilled the quaking of your flesh, meeting Ren’s eyes, sticking your chin into the air. He stared into you and through you, hooking into your hidden fear, finding himself there. Your chests rose and fell with the same breath, lips parting with the same awful knowledge--there was no scenario where he could save you, no reality where your story could’ve had a different ending. For all of your emptiness, loneliness, wanton need, this was your destiny--two souls, desperate to know the other, denied for every unchangeable reason fate could offer.

Part of you knew that Ren had to kill you. Part of you hoped against hope that, somehow, he wouldn’t.

But then he moved. And he picked up the gun.

“Good,” Snoke said. “Good.”

Ren stepped toward you, face blank, and aimed the revolver until it was inches from your head. You gazed at him, thankful that you’d known relief at least once in the past few years, somehow more thankful that he’d been the one to give it to you. Heat stung your eyes. You wouldn’t cry, not now. You’d wished for death too many times at this point to begrudge its arrival.

“Good choice, my boy,” Snoke said. He jerked your scalp. “Would you like to have a prayer for your last words?”

He scoffed. “What use does a dog have for prayer?”

A hearty chuckle. “Oh, I’m nothing if not a man of God.”

“Last prayer, then.” Ren blinked. “Do what you wish with it.”

In your chest, breath hitched, your pulse flying. The switchblade. Swallowing, you glanced at the floor to Snoke’s foot beside you, then back up, meeting Ren’s eyes. A spark, a crooked crackle of light--you were seeing them, seeing him, seeing yourself, a reflection, an echo, pure resonance in the emptiness of his mind--and in that moment, you knew.

You knew him.

Clearing your throat, you began, “O, Lord Jesus…” 

You pressed your palms together, bowing your head to conceal them as you used the heel of your hand to guide the blade up your sleeve.

“... pour into me the spirit of your love…”

The handle poked through the edge of fabric, the wooden scales cool and smooth. Your tongue was paper, scratching at your mouth.

“... that in the hour of my death…”

With the switchblade fully encased in your hands, your finger dipped to find the safety and flick it free. Perspiration had it slip in your grip, and you flinched for only a second, pinching it tight between your palms. 

“... I may be worthy to vanquish the enemy…”

Your thumb fumbled for the safety, now, finding it behind your sweaty skin.

“... and receive the heavenly crown.”

Pushing it up, you drew a long, deep breath through your nose. Ren cocked his gun. 

“Amen.”

The blade sprung free, and you drove it, a stake, straight into Snoke’s hapless foot. He screamed, his gun clattering to the floor--in that instant, Ren cocked a brow, raised the revolver, and fired. Snoke blew back, blood spattering your crown, a crimson spray cast over the desk, onto Ren’s face, and the body hit the floor behind you with a fleshy thud. 

You blinked, gasping, trembling, too terrified to look behind you, too anxious to not confirm he was dead. A quick peek--a massive crater in the lifeless facade of his skull--and you swallowed, looking to Kylo Ren, without breath, without speech, without pretense. His eyes were wide and wild, his chest heaving with something like excitement--then, outside the study, the guards stirred. 

“Commander Snoke?” one asked.

Ren glanced at the door. His pupils swallowed his irises, and at the corner of his lips, a smirk. He tore off his tie, tossed his suit jacket onto the floor, back and shoulders swelling like mountains underneath his shirt. 

“We’re coming in, sir.”

“Get down,” he muttered as he cocked the gun, aiming it at the door. “Come in.”

You scrambled to the side of the desk and tore off your wings so you could see, curling over your knees, and the door squeaked open. The moment the guard’s head breached the entrance, Ren fired, and you jolted--blood spurted, painting the wall, the body dropped. A second guard flung the door back, rushing Ren before he could reload, but Ren threw his elbow into the man’s chin, wringing his arm around his neck and shoving him to the ground. He drove his heel into the guard’s neck before cocking the gun and blowing a hole through his face.

Heart flying in your chest, you stared at him, mouth open, almost unable to believe what you’d just seen. In the recording, you’d heard Snoke call him a warrior--you just hadn’t known until now what that meant.

“We’re moving.” Ren stalked over and snatched your wrist, but you winced. 

“Hold on!” You tugged away and snagged the switchblade from Snoke’s foot, sheathing it and shoving it back up your sleeve.

“Come.” He grabbed you again, leading you over the leaking lump of the guard and into the hall.

As you breached the threshold and crossed the hall, two guards turned the corner--the ones from the top of the stairs. Kylo Ren shoved you behind him, gunshots spearing your ears, a body falling; then he slammed you against the wall, the trill of wide rifle bullets whizzing by your skull. You screamed, covered your head, and Ren reached out, wresting the barrel of the offending gun and wrenching the guard flush with his chest--he shoved the revolver up to his chin and fired, viscera erupting from the man’s eye sockets and coating you both. 

You gagged, mind whirling--but Ren was crazed, rippling with the heat of exhilaration. He ditched the revolver and tucked the rifle under his arm, shrugging the body off and grabbing you again. Ren hugged you tight to his frame as he marched through the halls; panting, you gazed up at him, futilely trying to process that he had not only murdered his leader, but now apparently planned to gun down the entirety of this estate--when he all he had to do instead was kill you.

He cursed when you reached the steps. A pair of guards was posted at both sets of stairs--and, seeing you, they shouted and charged. Ren’s attention darted between them, landed on the chandelier. He shouldered you back, running forward and leaping from the banister. You squeaked, hands clapping your mouth--but he grappled the chain, feet stumbling over the metal frame as the crystal behemoth swung like a sparkling pendulum in the foyer. The guards hollered, racking their rifles--but Ren fired first.

Using the chandelier like an assassination assistant, Ren pinned the gun to his body and pulled the trigger, spitting a storm of bullets into the staircase, littering pockmarks over the walls. The guards quailed, ducked--Ren jerked the fixture’s chain, rolling his legs down, and he spun, a carousel of death, firing next at the guards climbing the other steps. These two were not so lucky--you caught hot streams of blood splash over the balustrade, and then Ren swung again,  crystals clinking like chimes as the chandelier bowed in wide arcs. Face tight with frenzy, he fired, and you watched the bodies crumple like marionettes and tumble down the stairs.

Bobbing in the air, he cast his gaze around the room, back hunched, an animal starved. You grimaced, crawled forward, gripping the banister, and when he met your eyes, he shifted, making to swing.

“Stop!” came a voice from the back of the home. 

From underneath the balcony, you saw two guards run forward, rifles pointed up--before you could shout, they fired into the ceiling, clouds of crystal fragments spewing into the air. Ren wobbled, dodging with surprising grace, then flung the chandelier back. 

You watched him, lids wide, as he stepped, one foot, another foot, skating over the steel and lurching forward, yanking on the chain like a rope and throwing his legs into the air. His other arm, still occupied with the rifle, swung down, and as he launched himself toward the banister, he fired, sparks snapping, the chain severed. Ren connected with the railing as the chandelier exploded to the floor, crushing the two guards in a splintering spew of metal and glass. Without thinking, you scampered to him, clutching his arms, straining as you helped haul him onto the balcony. He stumbled to his feet and ripped you up by your wrist.

“Commander--”

“Quiet.”

Adrenaline coursed through him into you, absorbed like warmth through your skin. He dragged you down the steps, tossing his current gun and grabbing a new one while you fled over the ragdolled corpses covering your path. In your dress, it was difficult to maneuver, but Ren pulled you through, jaw set firm, ravenous fury dancing in waves from his body. His eyes were focused and feral, a predator, a true, live killer, consumed with a hunger you’d never before seen--not up close. 

He led you toward the front door--beyond the mottled glass, you could spy a pair of guards sneaking close, decked in armor, guns raised. Cursing, he doubled back, your arm popping while he hauled you toward the other end of the home. Then two more guards, also in armor, crept across the pool deck in the same formation, heading toward wherever the back entrance was. Grumbling, Ren tore to the right, wringing you forward--you’d been thrust into a huge kitchen, replete with white quartz countertops and oak cabinetry. You had little time to admire it before he shoved you under the hood of the breakfast nook. Breathless, you pulled your knees to your chest, trying to become as small and unnoticeable as possible.

Slinging the gun over his shoulder, he grabbed two long knives from the butcher block on the counter, sidling up to the wall next to an archway that opened to what appeared like a mudroom. The first sentry peered around the corner, and Kylo Ren snarled, driving the knife through the man’s throat. He choked, gasped, writhing as he fell to the ground, rivers of blood spilling over the floor. The second guard flinched, went to raise his rifle at Ren--but the second of hesitation sealed his fate. Ren jammed his foot into the man’s chest, knocking him onto his back, and stomped his face before shifting the rifle into his hands and ending him with a pop, pop.

Flustered with fear, you made to move--and then spotted that the two guards from the front had made their way into the home, crossing into the kitchen. Before you could warn Ren, one fired, a quick burst, striking him in the side. He roared, crumpling to the floor, a bloom of bright blood staining his side--your body burst with fear, with rage, your mind making decisions without a second of uncertainty. 

As the guards pushed toward Ren, you threw yourself into their path, a human speedbump; they tripped, stumbled over you, over each other, trampling you as they both collapsed to the ground. You craned your neck to see your Commander--he seethed as he stood, punching himself in his wound, each strike punctuated with a furious grunt.

Kylo Ren flipped the free knife into the air, caught it by the handle, and sneered, stabbing one of the guards through the eye--his body jerked, twitched on top of you, and Ren rolled the other man with his foot, aiming his rifle at his exposed face and riddling it with holes. You squealed as his frame jolted with the shots, trying to scramble free--but Ren caught you by the arm again, prying you to your feet. He started toward the back door, but you jerked away--he spun, hair tossed in choppy waves over his face, teeth bared, entire form trembling with the throes of bloodlust.

“The--the front,” you managed to eke out. “You’re injured, let’s get out of here.”

He growled, seizing your wrist and tugging you forward. “We’re not done yet.” 

You swallowed. This was no longer about escaping. It was about revenge.

Led through the mudroom in the wake of his wrath, Ren discarded you to the side of the door and shouldered it open. Two guards stood, anticipating, at the exit, two more chasing around the pool. Your Commander wrapped one of the guards in a headlock, using him as a shield while he surged forward, facing the closest guard while shooting over his arm at the other two. They shook, barraged with bullets, toppling back until they both splashed into the pool, crimson fog weeping into the water. The guard in his grip kicked back, and he faltered--the man closest to him took this as an opportunity to lunge, and smashed into Ren, knocking him and his hostage to the ground.

Chest tightening, you made to move, but hesitated--what would you do? Shoot them? Your brain raced with the possibilities--at this point, you’d picked up a pistol, but you’d never pictured yourself as someone who could end a life. You’d also never pictured yourself as someone who would speak back to the lead Commander of Gilead, get belted over a knee, have her pussy stuffed with a gun, or feel worry for the man who owned her.

That last one caught you by surprise--you weren’t just worried, you were terrified. And not for yourself, but for him. 

Kylo Ren rolled as the other guard approached, his rifle raised--he ducked behind his captive, using him like a barrier and reached down to the man’s side, stealing a handgun from his belt. The other guard went to dodge, but was blasted in the face with two shots, raining blood over the brick patio, crumpling to his knees and smacking the ground. 

Caught in a struggle, Ren went to shoot his final victim through the skull--but the man had already produced a knife from the other side of his belt, and slashed up, ripping Ren across the shoulder and slicing his face. He howled in pain, and the guard took the opportunity to tear himself free, scurrying to his feet, reaching for the gun in Ren’s hand.

Something possessed you--fear, indignity, affection, something--and you dashed through the door, grappled a gun from the corpse closest to you, and cocked it. Maybe, before Gilead, you weren’t a person who could end a life. But now, you were a survivor. And you would be damned if you or your Commander would die here.

Taking the pistol in both hands, you aimed at the guard’s torso. “Hey!” you shouted for absolutely no reason. He glanced over, confused. “Fuck you!”

You pulled the trigger, ears ringing--the bullet nailed his chest, and he staggered, jaw dropped, perhaps wondering if he had really just been shot by a Handmaid. Ren, face smothered scarlet, swung to his feet, swiping the knife from the ground. He snatched the man mid-fall, hoisted him into the air and, snarling, shredded his throat with the blade. A geyser of blood gushed from his neck, bathing Ren in its fever, soaking his shirt, coating the curls of his hair. His shoulders crowded with the desperate cycle of his lungs as he loosened his grip, letting the body hit the ground, crimson bubbles seeping from the wound.

Hands quaking, you lowered your arms, dropped the gun. You couldn’t find your breath, chest fighting for air. Ren turned, eyes tracing the bodies, until finally, they landed on you. Heat hit you, strangled you, wrapped you like wire in a suffocating, powerful, need. Both of you, sprayed with blood, panting, aching--everything you had done, you’d done for the other. His transgressions faded to shadows in your mind. Against every single governmental pillar and logical instinct, you were alive because of him. And you wanted nothing more, now, than to be in his arms.

The word fled your lips, a caged dove. “Kylo…”

Kylo Ren threw down the knife, rushing you, and your feet moved too, carrying you on feathers to him, until your bodies connected, his arms coiling around you, his mouth bruising yours, the taste of iron fresh between your teeth. He was damp with blood, his skin spilled copper into your nose--but despite it all, you groaned, flooded with passion, burning in his embrace. Ren’s tongue drove into your mouth, his hand cupping the back of your head, wetting your hair as he crushed you to his frame. Thighs thrumming with desire, you kissed him back, nipping his lip, threading your fingers through his sticky waves--he moaned, crumbling to his knees, his hold taking you with him. 

“You saved me,” you muttered against his lips. “You saved--”

Ren silenced you with a kiss. “Little bird...” He nibbled the line of your jaw, jerking a fistful of hair and burying his face in it, inhaling deep. “Get these clothes off.”

You shivered. “Yes, sir.”

Keeping his gaze, you gathered the hem of your dress and peeled it over your head, his eyes leaping over every bit of exposed flesh as it was revealed to him. You tossed it and your switchblade to the side, his hands grappling with your hips, sliding up your sides, smearing crimson over your skin. Whimpering, you reached toward your feet, pulling your boots off and throwing them to the side, attempting valiantly to remain kneeling while you inched your underwear down your hips and over your calves. Ren watched, trained on your naked cunt, as you finally flung it behind you.

When you went to begin the arduous task of unhooking your bra, Ren growled, your knees scraping across the pool deck as he yanked you into an impatient kiss. You whined in pain, soothed by his soft lips working yours, new blood from the wound on his face dribbling into your mouths and over your wrestling tongues. He wrested your tits from your bra, dying them red, thumbs skating delight over your stiffening nipples. Moaning, you writhed into his chest, and he gripped your face, nails scraping your scalp while he pulled you closer, groaning into you, leaning--you followed him, chasing his kiss until he was on his back, your legs straddling him, palms planted on his chest.

A soft, anxious breath escaped his throat, and he swirled his tongue over yours before biting your lip and pushing you up, hands settling on your thighs, rocking you back and forth over his thick erection. He watched you, panting in rhythm with you, and you admired him--how fucking beautiful he was, even (or especially) doused in blood--his eyes stark with need, his mouth parted in open anticipation, his muscles tensing as he gripped and squeezed you, jerking his hips into your heat. If he was in any pain at all from the gash on his face or the bullets in his side, it didn’t show--he rolled into you as if he cared for nothing other than the sight of your body over his own. 

“Are you okay?” You placed your hands on his, squeezing them. 

Ren frowned and swatted you off, gathering both wrists behind you in a tight vise. “Interesting question to pose while you’re already grinding onto me.”

You blushed. “I just wanted to make--” 

He shoved two bloodied fingers in your mouth, depressing your tongue, cranking your jaw open. “Ask me again after I’ve fucked that little cunt raw.”

Shuddering, you clenched, and nodded.

“There we go.” He released your tongue, popping your wrists back--your tits swayed from the movement, and he hummed in satisfaction, kneading and groping at the flesh, teasing your nipples. “You’re gorgeous…”

“Oh…” Submerged in desire, you could barely process his words. He twitched underneath you, drawing another spasm from your core. “Kylo…”

He sucked in air through his teeth, digging his fingers into your breast. “You want my cock? Hm?” He reached down, brushed his thumb over your clit, and you whined. “You want me inside you, slut?”

“Fuck,” you whispered. “Fuck, yes, please.”

“Good girl…” 

Ren kept his grip on your wrists, working at his pants until he’d managed to pull his long, heavy cock free. You ached at the sight of it, wanting to slide it between your folds, feel it pulse inside you, bask in its swollen heat. Ren slapped it against you and shifted his hips, pushing you higher, hand stroking his length as he guided it to your entrance. Stoked on adrenaline, on some sort of intoxicating infatuation, you were wet and wanting and warm with need--you sank onto him, crying out when he broke you open, letting him drive deep into your belly. 

“God,” you hissed, “you feel so good…”

He throbbed at the base, rutting up into you and popping your wrists again. “Shh.” His free hand clutched your hip. “I’ll tell you when to speak, little bird,” he muttered. “Be quiet and take this cock.”

Ren’s strength overwhelmed you--he slammed you from below, fucking up into you, forcing gasps and squeals from your lungs. Bliss blazed through your blood as the force of his thrusts throttled you, body quaking, breasts bouncing. His face was screwed in a twist of lust and effort, lip furled, strangled growls escaping his chest--he pumped hard, fast, pinching you in his hands as his own pleasure built. 

“Fuck,” he growled, “that’s right--do you like that?”

“Yes…” The words were as unfiltered as you were. “I love it…”

“Good--good girl.” His stare devoured you while you rode him. “So beautiful… so perfect…” A hand glided up your side, cupping one of your tits. “And all mine…” He grunted, punished you with a particularly hard thrust--you yelped. “Say it.”

A twinge in your heart, distant and irritating. “But I--”

He yanked your wrists, straining your shoulders, branding a bruise into your breast with his fingers. “Say it.” His pace switched, and he rammed your cunt with brutal, deep strokes, striking your cervix with white streaks of pain. “You’re mine.”

“Kylo--”

Ren seethed, throwing you off of him and onto your back, wincing when he loomed over you, and he pounded his side, hissing in pain. Your eyes widened--in seconds, he’d spiraled into mania, his face wrought with possessive fervor while his fist pummeled his wound. If he’d looked beautiful before, now it was sinful: dark hair matted in messy clumps around his crown, his brow drawn in focus, his shirt, torn from the knife, flopping over to reveal his bare chest, showered with blood. He peeled your legs wide, ankles in his fists as he lifted your ass from the ground--and, sneering, he split you, cock cleaving your cunt. In pleasure, you sobbed. 

“Fuck,” he growled again. “You’re so fucking tight…” Ren started fucking into you, slipping in to the hilt, hips hitting yours with loud slaps. “You feel so good around my cock…”

Whinging, you lolled your head on the deck-- his words sent a torrent of yearning through your flesh, and your clit screeched for attention, but part of you knew that touching it yourself would deny you release altogether. So you stared at him, chin tucked to your chest, each stroke bringing new, desperate breath to your lungs as your back scratched the smooth stone underneath you. 

“Nothing to stop me,” he said, “nothing to keep me from you.” He jerked you closer, and you wailed from the depth of his thrusts. “You’re going to be mine…”

“Kylo--”

“No,” he hissed. “Say it.” He propped one of your legs on his shoulder, his hand diving between your legs to rub your clit, covering it in blood--you cried out, clenching, convulsing, pleasure creeping into your vision. “Say you want to be mine.”

The earth turned beneath you. Everything, all of it had been for you, but not in the way that you had hoped. No, it had been to alter the universe to his own whims, to construct a galaxy where he could possess you, keep you, trap you in a tiny, wire cage. His little bird. 

You wouldn’t accept that--not after today. You couldn’t.

“Only if--ah--you’re mine, too,” you replied. “I can’t just be yours! You--you have to be mine!” 

“What have I told you?” Ren groaned, deep and low. “If that’s what you want…” He gathered some of the blood from his face onto his thumb. “Then you’ll want for nothing.” He slicked your clit while he fucked you, the fluid warm and wet and spinning you to the height of euphoria. “Say it.”

“I’m--I’m yours!” You shut your lids, awash in the elated reality of his admission. “I’m yours, Kylo!”

“Cum then,” he ordered, “cum on this fucking cock...”

You were drawn and quartered by ecstasy, spine arcing toward the sky as your core clamped his dick, limbs shuddering with the waves of your epinephrine-injected climax. Ren growled, leaning over you to hammer into your cunt, strangling his groan as he poured his cum into you, rolling his hips until he was empty--empty of rage, lust, and energy.

Swallowing, you heaved, eyes fluttering open, seeking out your Commander’s gaze. Not that his position mattered, in this hazy purgatory of existence. In this moment, the laws and regulations of Gilead didn’t apply to you and Ren. You’d defied them, destroyed them all. Together. 

Something, some emotion you’d wrestled into submission so many times before slithered out of its grave--like hope, but more poignant, more powerful, not just the faith that you could survive. No, it was the dream that you could thrive, that Gilead would crumble underneath both of your feet, that--maybe--you could take a canvas and paint a future with him in it. 

Locking eyes, you spied it there, too, beyond the lowered shield of his anger: a mirror of your mind. His hand fell between your breasts, his lip quivering, fingers skimming down your sensitive, starlight skin. How long you laid there, you weren’t sure, but it was after his soft cock had slipped out of you, after your breath had leveled. Sweat glazed you both. 

“Why did you do it?” you asked, finally. You fumbled for his hand, laid yours over it.

Ren paused, staring at the image of your hand--so much smaller--wrapped around his, analyzing it in his mind like a puzzle.  His jaw tensed, and he pulled away. A piece of your heart wilted.

“I told you,” he said, beginning to adjust himself to decency. “Gilead is flawed. My vision will perfect it.” He met your eyes. “You’ll be mine. And you’ll want for nothing.”

“But…” You narrowed your lids. “You’re mine, too, then.”

“I am.” He stood, gazing over the carnage of the yard--the bodies, the blood, the dyed-red water--all of it turning rancid in the summer heat. “Your Commander.” 

There it was. The mallet of his intention, shattering your dreams to disasters. It was as if you had been thrust into the pool yourself, drenched in cold, icy admonishment. How stupid, how foolish were you to imagine that Kylo Ren could consider bringing Gilead down? How short-sighted had you been to believe, for one moment, that he would ever renounce his ownership of you? How horrible, how awful were you that the tiniest, most foolish part of you wanted to accept this--agree to his terms, as long as he’d stay, somewhere, in that canvas.

He held out his hand. “Come.”

Shaking your head, you grabbed your underwear and pulled it on. It seemed silly, getting dressed when half of your clothing would be muddied with blood. You glanced up at him, mapping the wounds in his body. He was hunched, but not hampered. 

“Are you really okay?” 

Ren still had his hand extended. “Yes.”

You frowned, slapped it away. His eye twitched, attention switching between you and his hand--and, to your surprise, he shoved it in his pocket. You grabbed your dress, tugged it on.

“Continue getting dressed,” he said. “I’ll contact my men and tell them--”

“Hello? Who’s out there?”

The voice, tight with fear, froze you both--Ren’s fists clenched, your heart falling somewhere into your ass. From inside the mudroom, a young woman cloaked in blue emerged, and you recognized her immediately. Snoke’s robot, er, Wife. Christine. She hadn’t spoken once at the dinner. 

Between the gloves, the hat, the heeled shoes, it was obvious she was just now returning home. As she surveyed the yard, her gaze fuzzied, and she tumbled into the threshold. Neither you nor Ren made a move to help her.

“What… what happened here?”

It was a fair question. But admitting you’d both participated in a coup likely wouldn’t go over well. You weren’t sure what Ren’s plan was, but you knew the Eyes could have you both killed if they learned this had been your doing.

“Commander Snoke is dead,” Ren said. “I killed--”

“The guard,” you said, glaring at him. “He killed the guard who killed Commander Snoke. After that, the entire place went up.” Looking back at her, you gestured to Ren. “You need to call an ambulance, he’s been injured.”

Christine, appearing dizzy, pushed off of the doorframe and nodded. “I’ll… I’ll get help. Just…” She waved her hands in circles. “Don’t move.”

With that, she stumbled into the home, the click of her heels growing distant. 

You sneered at Ren, pulling on your boots and stuffing the switchblade in your sleeve. “You’re welcome.”

He watched you as you stood, said nothing for a moment--a twitch of pain crossed his face. “When I’m taken to the hospital, you’ll be questioned,” he said. “Say nothing. I will handle this. And when you get home, bathe and get into bed.” His eyes raked over you. “Do you understand?”

You nodded. “Yes, Kylo. I do.”

Ren exhaled, drinking you in. “I’m going to contact my men before the ambulance arrives. They’ll have work to do here.” He reached out and cupped your face. “Be good, little bird.” He patted you on the cheek, and walked into the home. 

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Fic Writer Meme Tag

Tagged by @chierafied, who is so lovely. Thanks! 💙

Fandoms: Sesshoumaru x Kagome (Inuyasha), Ben Solo/Kylo Ren x Rey (Star Wars), Jareth x Sarah (Labyrinth)

Where you post: A03, Dokuga, and FF.net

Most popular one-shots:

Decompress(h)er (Reylo)

Stealing Away (SessKag)

I Stole Your Baby (Jareth x Sarah)

Most popular multi-chapter:

Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Reylo)

Silver & Gold (SessKag)

Favorite story written so far: Sanguis Sanguinem Meum (Reylo John Wick AU)

Fic you were nervous to post:  Silver & Gold (SessKag)  It was my first time writing for the SessKag fandom in years. I was worried about how I’d be received since I hadn’t been active in the fandom but it has been such a wonderful experience.

How you choose your titles? Usually they are inspired by music. I have my Spotify on 90% of my awake time.

Complete: There’s a lot so I’m going to try to break them out by one-shots, and then multi-chapter works.

SessKag One-shots

Reylo One-shots

SessKag Multi-chapter Fics

Everything Has Changed

Little Red & the Silver Beast

Silver & Gold

Reylo Multi-chapter Fics

A (Not So) Silent Night

Chemicals Between Us

Crossfire

Free Fallin’

Hat Trick

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

If Found, Please Return

I Move the Stars for No One

Love After Death

LucasLand

No Shirt, No Shoes...Big Problem

Reflecting Light

Sanguis Sanguinem Meum

Same Eyes, Different People

Shadow Song

Sight Unseen

Sirens

Something Wild

Sparks Fly

Take a Chance, You Never Know

Together

Two Truths & a Lie

Unmasked

Wish That You Were Here

Zumba Solo

In progress:

SessKag WIPs

Lessons in Parenting

Masterful Deceit

Now & Then

Reylo WIPs (on Hiatus)

This is Where You Left Me

Of Scales & Sky

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started:

Happenstance - A SessKag Hogwarts AU

Untitled SessKag Detective/Partners AU

Do you accept prompts? I have in the past but now I only accept prompts for fandom events like the SessKag Holiday Exchange.

Upcoming works you’re most excited about: Happenstance. I’m a HUGE Harry Potter fan. 

Tagging: @shastuhh @elevenharbor and @reysexualkylo

[salemwolfgang]

RULES

Who do I write for?

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Cody Fern

Michael Langdon

Jim Mason

Duncan Shepard

Severus Snape

Perceval Graves

Simon

Daryl Dixon

Negan

Rick Grimes

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Norman Reedus

Keanu Reeves

Adam Driver

Theodore “Ted” Logan

John Constantine

John Wick

Will Graham

Hannibal (tv and movie)

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

The Man (from hush)

Leatherface (bubba, thomas and jedediah)

Carrie (new and old ver)

Ghostface (billy and stu)

Pinhead

Tiffany (bride of chucky)

Chucky

Jack Torrance

Billy Lenz

Nancy Byers

Jim Hopper

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Eddie Gluskin

John Winchester

Lost Boys Characters

The Hoard (Split)

Casey Cooke (Split)

Thranduil

Kandomere

Sandor Clegane

Khal Drogo

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Mandolorian

Boba Fett

Daemon Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

!MASTERLIST!

What will I write?

Most NSFW (unless I don’t feel comfortable)

SFW

X Reader

Character x Character (can include characters not on list, if I know the fandom)

Polyamory (including x reader)

Headcanons

Matchups (please specify what fandom you're requesting from)

Oneshots

Short Stories (four parts at longest)

What don’t I write?

Rape/Non-con (if it’s dub-con roleplay maybe...)

Vore

NSFW for minors (every character I write smut for is age 18+)

Feet 

More than two people x reader (unless I say otherwise)

How long until you get your request?

At a max of two weeks. Headcannons get posted within the next three-four days after the request, due to them being easier to write. 

If you notice your request taking longer than expected, please note that I have a life outside of writing and get can't always get the time to write when I want. I also occasionally get writers block which is difficult to get over. Feel free to send the same request to another creator if you would like yours sooner, I really don’t mind! If you do send it to someone else, please message me. 

!REMINDER!

!LOOK AT MY BIO IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S OPEN. I WILL NOT RESPOND TO YOUR ASKS IF A REQUEST IS FOR SOMETHING THAT’S CLOSED! 

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It's the final day to request for Christmas so if anyone wants a fic now is your chance! I'm gonna tag my usuals for my tag lists incase any of you want one but haven't seen my posts. Tumblr is good at shadow banning me so that's a thing 🙃

I have fics started already for prompts 1-11, 14, 18 and 24 so if any of you would like to request for the remaining promts I would love to write them for you! I will be taking requests until the end of the day December first so if you want one make sure to comment on the link above by then! (There is also no one-story request limit now though it is in the rules, you can request up to three characters so keep that in mind, one character per Prompt 🥰)

I am taking prompts for bucky barnes, loki laufeyson, peter parker, Steve rogers, Alex summers, hank mccoy, peter maximoff, warren worthington iii, bill and ted, john wick, Chris motionless, Josh balz, justin morrow, ricky horror, Ryan Sitkowski, Vinny horror, din djarin, kylo ren, duff mckagan, izzy straddlin, and joe elliott.

the master list can be found here

Miw tag:

@thisplace-ishaunted @alilpunkrock @theoneandonlykymberlee @svintsandghosts @musicsexandpizza69 @xyours-eternallyx

Guns n roses tag:

@slashscowboyboots @smokeandmirrorz

Multiple:

@cynic-spirit @lifeisabitchandsoareyou