#Supreme Leader Snoke

[phaslo]

I can’t remember whose idea this was first but the Kylux homoerotic hair fixation is so so real. Hux who has had military cuts forced on him his whole life to the point he doesn’t question it at all & actively enforces the rule on others himself. Except here comes Kylo Ren who doesn’t have to get one because he’s Daddy’s Favorite. Strutting around in Snoke’s throne room with his long black curls out. Hux hates the sight but deep down he really wants one long uninterrupted sniff.

[harveydentures]

Forever crying screaming throwing up about how Hux is using the First Order to rise above a domineering father figure while Kylo is using the First Order as a setting in which he can cozy up to his own domineering father figure. And Hux knows that. And uses the complete lack of privacy or boundaries Kylo has with Snoke to his advantage, to give him a leg up within a rivalry where Kylo is the obvious physical superior. “Snoke would know. He’ll find it in your head somewhere. He’d punish you.” What’s Hux thinking of when he says that? Is he speaking from experience? Did Brendol find contraband in his room when he was little and punish him for it? And here Hux stands using an ongoing version of that very dynamic to bring his rival to heel. Freaks!!!!!

[saphronethaleph]

Snoke on the Water

“Master,” Kylo Ren said, looking up at Snoke’s hologram. “I’m curious. I have questions.”

“Speak, then, Kylo,” Snoke invited. “Your conviction must be unharmed. Unimpaired. Perfect.”

“Good,” Kylo replied, frowning. “Because, I was sort of wondering about this whole… plan.”

“What part of the plan is a problem?” Snoke said. “The Jedi order is dead, the Resistance is weak, the New Republic will be caught off guard by Starkiller Base when it is ready to fire. What can stop us?”

“I’m not saying anything can stop us,” Kylo explained. “I’m just… thinking.”

He opened his hand, examining it, then closed it again. “Because… my grandfather was the second in command of the Empire, which was the direct successor state to the Republic, and the Emperor kept explaining how he was merely keeping the Republic alive in a time of crisis, until eventually he explained that actually there was no longer any need for a Senate.”

“Did you here to ask me questions, or talk about your history homework?” Snoke asked.

“Questions, Master,” Kylo said. “I’m just worried about whether anyone will listen to us.”

“Of course they will!” Snoke replied. “The terror of Starkiller Base will make it so that nobody dares to defy us!”

“...will it?” Kylo asked.

“Of course it will,” Snoke told him. “How could you doubt it? Nothing can possibly resist Starkiller Base!”

“Well…” Kylo began, a little dubious. “I’m… fairly sure that exactly the same thing was said about the Death Star. And… that got taken out by a small fighter strike.”

“Then Starkiller Base will simply not be blown up,” Snoke said. “If you refused to build anything that could get taken out by a small fighter strike then you wouldn’t build anything or recruit anyone.”

“But that’s not the only thing I’m actually trying to say,” Kylo complained. “Didn’t the Empire have the ability to punish people for rebelling during time periods that weren’t the four weeks that the Death Star was operational?”

Snoke looked stern.

“Or the half hour that the second Death Star was operational,” Kylo added.

Snoke looked slightly less stern and more annoyed.

“Yes, but those clearly didn’t work,” he said. “They weren’t sufficient! It is terror of the ability to destroy a planet which is the only sure and certain way of preventing rebellion against my rule!”

Kylo shook his head.

“So what happens if there’s a mass uprising on a planet ruled by the First Order, but the uprising hasn’t taken over yet?” he asked.

“Starkiller base blows the planet up,” Snoke answered, simply.

“...huh,” Kylo frowned. “Planet refuses to let us take over?”

“Starkiller base blows the planet up.”

“A small cell of rebels is suspected?” Kylo asked, warily.

“Starkiller base blows the planet up,” Snoke told him. “Kylo, you really must listen when I answer your questions, or you should not bother asking them!”

“I mostly think that this way of doing things means that we’re going to run out of planets remarkably quickly,” Kylo said. “And there doesn’t seem to be a reason for planets to do anything other than rebel.”

He paused.

“Also, I should point this out, the design for Starkiller Base means that it takes several hours to fire. It would take literal years to work through all the planets in the galaxy that have Senate representation alone.”

“We will not have to work through all the planets in the galaxy!” Snoke said. “During the Empire there were only a few planets that even considered rebellion!”

“That’s what actually made me start thinking about this,” Kylo admitted. “Because… to the planets of the galaxy, during the Empire, the Empire was the clear legitimate government, and they had Senators. The moment that the Empire blew up a planet and stopped having Senators is the moment when they started facing much bigger rebellions in more places, because everyone could see that there was no legitimacy to it.”

“And what do you know about legitimacy?” Snoke asked. “Who here is the Supreme Leader, you or me?”

“You are, Supreme Leader,” Kylo said.

“And the First Order is the continuation of the Empire!” Snoke went on.

“But nobody actually believes that,” Kylo pointed out. “It is literally part of our plan that nobody knows we’re doing any of this and that we’re not in any way significant. If we suddenly say, aha, we’re actually the heirs to the Empire, then we’re going to look like we just made it up.”

He folded his arms. “Citation: the general reaction of most of the galaxy when Luke Skywalker declared he was doing a New Jedi Order.”

“That is the whole point of doing the secession,” Snoke said. “Many systems joining us at once by leaving the New Republic is a clear sign of our being an apparent successor to the New Republic, and a better one. Relax, Kylo. Everything will work out just fine.”

“Sure,” Kylo lied. “Only… I have to ask, you know this whole, we’re not a threat, thing?”

“Obviously,” Snoke answered.

“How we’ve been hiding that the First Order actually has a fleet crewed by Stormtroopers trained from kidnapped children?” Kylo went on. “And our true intentions, so the New Republic doesn’t know?”

“Yes,” Snoke sighed, clearly bored with this conversation. “Cease your prattle and get to a bit I don’t already know.”

“Does literally any civilian in our seceded population know about this stuff?” Kylo asked. “Because I have personal experience with what it feels like when someone who I thought was a kindly friend turned out to actually be standing over me with a weapon, and I burned his life to the ground.”

Snoke shrugged.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” he said. “Unlike you, the civilians haven’t been subjected to decades of gradual mental influence.”

“What?” Kylo asked.

“Nothing,” Snoke replied. “Go and play with your starfighter or something and we’ll discuss the Force when you’ve calmed down.”

“Ladies and gentlemen of the Senate,” Leia Organa said, around three days later. “I wish to yield my time to an external speaker. I can assure you, I’m as surprised as you by who approached me to speak.”

The viewscreen activated, and a man in a mask strode out to stand underneath it.

“Welcome to my talk,” Kylo said. “It’s entitled, I’m Not Apologizing, But Here’s What The First Order Are Doing.”

He twiddled a setting on his lightsaber, turning it into an extremely extravagant twenty-meter-long laser pointer.

“I will not be taking questions,” he added, then clicked onto the first slide. “This is Starkiller Base and it’s basically a bigger Death Star that hasn’t been finished yet…”

[stormyromance]

I like that Kylo Ren cut his abusive boss in half. More of us should do this.

[darth-memes]

HAPPY REVENGE OF THE 5TH!!!!!

[thatcutenerdygirl]

Updated Family Tree. I put Xanatos, Qui Gonn's second padawan. I don't know if he's canon, but I put him in anyways.

If you have any other jedi who are in some way connected to this, please tell me. (Lore too because I'm doing one with them in it)

Updated version of this

Updated version here

[justanotherbadbatchfan]

What the dark side looks like to vulnerable people,

What it actually is,

[galactic-empire-incorrect-quotes]

[classicanalyzer]

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker Adaptation Issue 1 Thoughts

"I may not yet be able to sense the Jedi who came before. But I can feel that this place has known the Jedi before me. Of course, I already knew that. Leia told me that Master Luke trained her here, many years ago. She hasn't really told me any details about how it went. And she's never called herself a Jedi. Not that I've heard, anyway. Still, she's the master I have now." Rey Skywalker

The comic adaptation of TROS is off to a nice start. We got some extra scenes and lines that help make the film a lot more cohesive and complete.

I really love how we got the Palpatine message in both the comic and novelization...I still have no idea why they though to put the message in Fortnite of all places. I absolutely love how during the reforging of Kylo Ren's helmet, the artist used images from the Rise of Kylo Ren comic, another comic the artist worked on. It makes The Rise of Skywalker almost akin to a spiritual sequel to that comic and matches the thematic nature of the titles (The Rise of Kylo Ren and the Rise of Skywalker). I appreciate how the novelization and the comic make it clear that Kylo Ren still holds onto his let the past mantra, but based on the Legacy of Vader comic, it seems like he let it cool down to be more focused than wildly destructive.

"The Sith were supposed to be finished. A spectator left to rot in the past. I will finish what my grandfather started. Destroying Palpatine once and for all. I will rule this galaxy…but not by his hand. By my own." Ben Solo/Kylo Ren

I do like how this comic, just like the novelization, adds extra scenes and gives us a bit more insight into the characters' heads. It also helps to ground us and process the information rather than the fast pace of the movie. Even an extra sentence or two does a lot to help make the movie a lot better. I also love how they have a scene with Rose and Leia, considering Rose got unfairly shafted in the movie. The scene with Rey remembering how Finn came to rescue her on Starkiller Base while pondering how family is people who stand by you just makes the comic give the movie a bit more finality to the saga. It's also really nice to see an expansion of how Rey saw the Aki-Aki culture and how it differs from Jakku which again adds to the finality of this saga.

"Dark Science...Cloning. Secrets only the Sith knew. What good is amassing power if death can steal it away?" Beaumont Kin

"I've never seen anything like this. The desert feels like Jakku...no one there knew enough about where they come from to celebrate it. And even now, any victory we've won come with too high a price to--" Rey Skywalker

The parallel art between Rey and Leia is so good, and it furthers how Rey is progressing under Leia's mentorship. It's just like the classic George Lucas line, "It's like poetry...they rhyme." I also like how we get to see when Rey healed the Skywalker Lightsaber's Kyber Crystal.

I like how they heavily imply that Palpatine has been jumping decaying vessels Clones post-RotJ to TROS.

It's amazing to see Shadows of the Sith (one of my top Canon novels) visualization of Luke and Lando (he always maintains amazing drip). I also like how the comic shows that, unlike Luke, Lando interacted with the Aki-Aki rather than isolating himself. It's such a small detail but I love it so much.

Also I appreciate that we got a scene of the Knights of Ren capturing Chewbacca. Not only does the transition between Chewbacca being fine to be captured flow better but it gives the Knights of Ren something to do lol.

I would say when the comic is complete, reading this and the TROS novelization will make the movie a lot more satisfying and cohesive. I can't wait to see what other details they'll add in future issues of this comic.

"Maybe...this is what family really is. The people who don't let you go. The people who run toward danger with you." Rey Skywalker

[lark-the-lurking-eyeball]

The First Order care home au.

Armitage runs a care facility for the elderly, he inherited it from his father and the business has been running quite smoothly ever since he took over. Phasma helps a lot with her delivery truck and tense muscles, Dopheld's a great nurse and Finn… well Finn 'ran off' with some client's son that got him a gig in something car related? Hux isn't quite sure, anyway he can't really blame the guy since the cleaning job isn't all sunshine and rainbows, these are old people and when the body is old– ugh let's say things start to leak.

What matters is that the Hux needs an employee! What he doesn't need is old Mr Snoke somehow gaining access to wifi and convincing some random guy to fly across the country and meet him because he supposedly has information about the guy's long dead grandfather Mr Vader that died in the facility when it was still Hux's father. That's how Kylo gets there, and Hux obviously gives him the job due to scheduling issues thinking the asshole was there for the interview…

(gonna write a fic of it soon but feel free to make your own of this au lmao!)

[phaslo]

Big part of Han’s parenting imo is that when you factor in Snoke’s influence and Han’s lack of force sensitivity you get this really uncomfortable situation of complete impotence. Oh someone’s just walking around in his child’s head and he can’t even perceive it let alone stop it. That must have felt foul. So if he wasn’t always present I don’t think it was out of disinterest so much as a maladaptive response to that feeling of agonizing helplessness. Distance which Ben internalized and allowed to exacerbate his self-worth issues. And also got him used to inconsistent paternal figures, which made Snoke’s alternation between warmth and violence seem normal. It’s just issues all the way down.

[harveydentures]

Hux watching Snoke pat Kylo Ren on the head and shower him in false affection while he only ever received the iron fist treatment from Brendol with absolutely no velvet glove (he is sick with jealousy and will jack off about it later)

[tremendouscreationperson]

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader Queen Charlotte Au

You are Charlotte, he is George

There are elements of "magic"/the force, hope it's not awful. I don't usually write for Kylo

It had been months. Almost seven months since you had the pleasure of seeing your husband. You two were an arranged marriage and by all accounts the separation should've been blissful, except it wasn't. You missed him. He was dark and broody but he was kind to you. He treated you with such devotion that you couldn't have stopped the growing feelings.  

Your mind often wandered, imagining what he could possibly be doing. What that slimy advisor Snoke would be forcing him to do. Snoke was ancient and you suspected that had something to do with the dark magic he practised. The man was powerful but nothing compared to Kylo’s potential.

You supported the pursuit of knowledge and would never deprive your husband of his calling however you had told him to steer clear of the dark side. It was basic knowledge, blood magics and dark spells took a toll and you just so happened to enjoy Kylo's company. You would be distraught if anything was to happen to him. 

You'd find out what was going on soon enough. Having ordered Hux to take you to him after you both rolled your eyes at another excuse, both suspicious and annoyed at the blatant lies they were feeding their Queen. Hux, bless him, had tried to get any information he could for you and he had actually become something of a companion in your lonesome months. 

The estate came into view and you had to force your body still. Eager enough to see your King that you could tear the carriage door open and sprint to him. It was a testament to your upbringing that you didn't, instead just bouncing one leg as the horses leisurely trotted up to the entrance. 

Staff had seen you arrive and were waiting to greet their Queen with apprehensive, almost frightened expressions.

Your door was opened and you stepped out of the cart with ease being led a few paces to a man who you vaguely recognised as the King's Secretary. 

“Your Majesty, what a pleasant surprise.” He bowed. “Do forgive us, we weren't expecting company.” 

You were never a fan of this man, he was cold to you (as most were) in the beginning and you couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't looking out for the King's best interest. He cared for the monarchy, yes, but not for Kylo. Perhaps that was why you responded sarcastically, “I didn't realise I needed an invitation to my own estate.

The man’s smile tightened and you could see his jaw flex. “Of course not, shall we prepare some tea to relax you from your long journey?” He gestured to the entrance stairs. 

You shook your head. “I am here for my husband.” 

That visibly changed all of the staff's posture. Everyone stiffened; everyone's eyes widened displaying pity. The man in front of you was no different but he had the unfortunate task of addressing the Queen. “H-he is training at this present moment. I don't think it is wise to-”

“Hux?” You interrupted. “Did we come all this way for tea?” 

“No, your Majesty.” Hux responded. He was just as tired as you. Why were they stalling your meeting? What had become of Kylo during these months? Was he harmed? Was he distant? 

“Then I suggest we find my husband.” You hiked up your skirts and strode, past everyone, up the stairs. 

This house was one of the largest and you had only been here twice so suffice to say you were lost without guidance but you kept your head held high and made it your mission to find a study. Where else would the training be? Perhaps outside but you would search the gardens after you'd finished inside. 

You entered and exited countless empty rooms, they were decorated but void of life. As though they hadn't been touched in years, of course they were dusted and kept fresh but you knew your husband hadn't been in them. You could tell.

“Hux, am I going mad?” You sighed. “Have we been going in circles?” 

“No, we haven't.” Your shadow replied. “Pryde. Are you intentionally vexing your Queen?” 

The other man was clearly uncomfortable. “I am trying to spare her.” 

“What does that mean?” You frowned. What was he sparing you from? Why would he feel the need? “Elaborate!”

Pryde’s mouth opened and closed before he relented. “I will take you to the King, but do remember Snoke has deemed this necessary and sworn us to secrecy.” 

You were frantically nodding and motioned for him to lead the way. Pryde led you to a set of stairs and descended down to what you assumed was the servants quarters. It was refreshing to see a space that was lived in but worrisome that the King was not present upstairs. Pryde walked even further down and brought you and Hux into a cavaness pathway. It was dark and dank and smelt awful but you pushed on. 

Hux was quick to steady you as you walked on uneven rocks, one arm under yours and the other on top. Your anxiety was through the roof and in the moment you didn't care, your fingers weaved through his and you squeezed his hand for support. 

You were holding hands before you heard the scream. 

“Is that-?” Your words were cut off by another louder howl. You noticed Pryde had paled when he gave you a nod. 

The nod was all you needed to sprint. You'd dropped Hux’s hand in order to hold your skirts and you bolted (as fast as one could in a corseted gown) towards the noise. 

The screaming hadn't ceased but it was less frequent as you stumbled towards a now visible door. 

“Open it!” You demanded and Pryde's shaky hands found the key chain but could not stay still enough to pick the correct one. You snatched the metal from his hand and tried two before the third unlocked the bulky door.

Two guards were quick to step back as you forced your way into the room. 

“I am not to be interrupted!” Snoke yelled at the door. He was facing away from you, staring at the pathetic body strapped to a chair. Your heart lurched when you saw the body for who it was. Your husband was chained to the chair, his body convulsing and muttering.

“UNCHAIN HIM!” Your voice demanded.  

Snoke jumped at your voice and quickly gave you a bow. “My Qu-” 

“What are you waiting for? Unchain the King!” You didn't know your voice could get that loud, that angry, but it had the desired effect. Two servants undid his shackles and stared at you awaiting their next order. “Get. Out.”

The words juxtaposed the previous shout. They were quiet, still full of venom but barely a whisper. Despite this the five men in the room heard them and they were quick to make their exits. 

Now you and Hux stood in the dark room, both scanning your husband trying to keep your eyes on him and not the room. There were candles lighting shelves of books, there were doctors tools on an unsanitary side table, large weapons attached to the wall, dark stains on the floors and walls and an obscene amount of shackles.

“Kylo.” You whispered, taking slow steps towards him. 

Your husband didn't respond. He didn't even look at you. He was physically in the room but you could tell mentally he was elsewhere. 

You steeled yourself and forced the tremors in your hands to cease before delicately reaching out to his left cheek - a scar that looked painful adorned his right. The pads of your fingers barely made contact when Kylo jerked away. His eyes landed on you but there was no recognition. 

“K-Kylo?” You tried again and this time he let you touch him. “Ben?” There was a spark behind his dark eyes but as soon as it appeared it vanished. 

What had gone on in this room? What happened to your love? 

Putting on the calmest, soothing voice you asked, “Ben, can you sit up?” 

The man didn't respond - could he? - but he did as you asked. There were a few winces as he sat upright but otherwise he made no complaint. 

“I'm going to put a hand on your back.” You let him know your actions beforehand and he didn't jolt at the touch. “And I'm going to bring you forward.” Kylo allowed you to guide him towards you. Letting you rest his head on your chest. 

You remember when you'd first realised he was just slightly shorter than you when sitting. It was a fond memory, one that ended in shared laughter and passionate kissing. But now the memory would be tainted. Now you could only see how small he was. He wasn't an imposing figure, merely a hurt man. 

With the hand that rested on his back you traced nonsensical shapes and patterns. The other hand found itself untangling his hair. It had gotten longer, left unbrushed and uncut.

“It's okay Ben.” You repeated the words to him, laying your cheek on top of his head. It didn't matter that he didn't recognise you, nor that he wasn't hugging you back, the only thing that did matter was that he was okay. That he was calm enough to leave this place. 

You had no idea how long you stood there kissing his crown and promising things were okay. No idea how long Hux, forever your shadow, watched you both. 

You'd taken to humming and tracing ‘I love you's on his spine when the King pulled away from your embrace. He was present in the room, you could tell immediately from his eyes. 

The implications being that he had seen a false vision of you stung your heart. “Of course I'm real, love.” 

The same eyes that were staring into your soul. Eyebrows pinches and mouth agape. He muttered your name before croaking, “are you real?”

Kylo's hands left his side and found themselves on your hips. You could see his wrists were cut and bruised from being chained but forced your gaze elsewhere. He took a deep breath before nodding to himself. “Yes, you are.” 

“I missed you.” You caressed his cheek. “And I love you.” 

The words had hardly left your lips when he was responding. “I love you.” It was desperate. He needed you to know. 

You both embraced each other fully. His face in the crook of your neck as you hunched to hug him. His trembling fingers clutched the fabric of your dress on your spine, barely grazing your nape. There were a few sniffles but no tears fell, you made sure to check; being as careful as you could to swipe under each eye.

“How are you here?” Kylo's voice was less hoarse now, clearer as you imagine was his mind. 

“I missed you and I forced Hux to bring me.” Your fingers carded through his locks. “I wish I came sooner.” 

“No, this- this is necessary.” He looked ashamed. “Snoke said this was needed to be a great ruler.” 

“I think it is time we stopped listening to that dinosaur.” The first syllable of your name formed on his lips but you shook your head. “Shh, we can discuss that later.” You glanced over your shoulder at Hux in the doorway. “How long was the walk here?”

“Fifteen or twenty minutes?” Hux shrugged one shoulder. “It felt longer.”

“Right, love.” You held Kylo's chin. “Are you able to stand?” 

Kylo considered your question, doubt splattered across his whole being. His eyes scanned your face before they met Hux over your shoulder. He nodded. “Of course. I may need help.” 

Hux was immediately at his side. You scooted your skirts out of Kylo's way and propped an arm under his. You and Hux, together, hoisted Kylo upright. His legs were wobbly from disuse but he forced himself to be strong. He didn't want you to see him in this pathetic state, the least he could do was walk in a semi-straight line. 

The height difference did interfere with you helping but Kylo placed a sturdy hand on your shoulder and allowed you to take what weight Hux wasn't holding up. 

If walking to the torture room was hard walking from it was impossible. Your heels caught and ankles twisted, Kylo's winces echoed through the cavern and Hux slipped on what you sincerely hoped was water. The three of you eventually emerged from the hallway after several breaks and you'd never been happier to see servants quarters. 

A pink Hux puffed out a breath, leaning his palm on his thigh. “Sorry, your Majesty.” 

“It's completely fine.” You dismissed the apology, out of breath yourself. “My husband is pure muscle.” A hand met his peck and you smiled up to him. 

Kylo smirked down at you and fixed your hair. He must have knocked your headpiece askew when in the dark. “You're beautiful.” 

The conviction in which he spoke always had you bashful. “Stop.” 

“It's true.” 

“Kylo, come on.” 

“I love you.” 

“And I you.” 

His smile widened, pulling at the edge of his scar. He didn't let that dampen the mood but you could see the pain behind his eyes. 

“Hux?” You tore your gaze away from the King. “Can you draw a bath for the King? And have a room prepared, I will need my things brought as we will be moving here until the King is better.” 

Hux nodded once and left to fulfil the tasks. 

Kylo spoke once Hux’s footsteps had stopped, “you don't have to move here.” 

“Of course, I do.” You spoke, leaving no room for arguments. “Once you're better we can decide where to live but before I will stay by your side.” 

“I can only get better by doing what we were in that room.” His eyes flickered back at the door you'd just closed. 

“No. No more of that.” 

“It’s-” 

“No Kylo. I refuse that.” Your head shook. “I will not allow that.” 

“But Sno-” 

“Snoke doesn't matter.” 

“He helps-” 

But you refused to have that creature defended. Snoke was a disease that should be eradicated. “If you do one thing for me in this marriage. Just one. It is to leave that behind. You don't need magic to be a good ruler, you are one.” You plead. “I will do anything you ask if you leave those - that torture - behind.” 

“He-” Kylo bit his cheek, the words leaving him in stuttered half sentences. “He said you'd- said you'd get hurt. You'd-” 

“Kylo, please. You can't believe that.” 

“I don't know.” His eyes found the floor. "I've seen- I don't know."

You captured his hands in yours and plastered a bright smile on your face. “Look, we will talk more about this after your bath, after arrangements are made and when we are settled in bed.” 

The two of you steadily made your way to your allocated bedroom. There was a tub that had been filled and luckily was devoid of any oils or soaps. You were loath to find out if the scarring ran underneath his sweat stained clothes, you couldn't handle causing him any more pain. 

“Right, love, are you ready for a bath?"

Kylo gave you a nonverbal nod. 

You grinned at him and helped him out of the tunic. He had no cuts or scars but there were bruises along his ribs and, once the trousers were off, his hip. 

“Are you able to get into the tub?” 

He merely nodded again and eased himself in the water. 

You helped him by washing his back and shoulders. Scrubbing his nails and cleaning his chest. It didn't matter that the front of your dress was damp and your corset wasn't made for you to bend in this fashion. Kylo leaned his head back and let his hair fan out in the water.

He looked so peaceful. 

Like he had when you first met him. 

His eyes were shut and the shadow his lashes created hid the dark spots under each eye. You had carefully cleaned his scar and it looked a lot better now there was no dried blood. 

He looked at ease. 

“My love.” You hummed, tracing his facial features. 

“Yes?” He cracked open a tired eye. 

“I'm so happy to be with you again.” You bent to kiss the tip of his nose. 

He angled his face and captured your lips instead. A gasp left you and you allowed him to lead the kiss until a yawn erupted from him. 

“Come on, let's get you to bed.” You rose from the side of the tub and helped him out of the dirty water. You wrapped a towel around his midsection and pointed him towards your shared bed. 

He noted your pause as he sat on the mattress. “Are you not joining me?” 

“I am, although, I do just want to make sure Hux has everything in order before I settle.” 

Kylo looked visibly distressed at the mere idea you were leaving. 

“I promise I will be back.” He didn't look relieved. “Here-” you took your ring off and handed it to him. “-I will be back for that.”

“Your mother's ring.” Kylo held the metal as though it was a baby bird, it was so very precious he was afraid of breaking it.

“You know I'd do anything for that ring.” You kissed his crown. “I will be back for it.” 

Leaving Kylo was very hard. You didn't want to and you knew he was anxious for your return but you had to see Hux. You needed to know everything would be okay before you relaxed. 

Your secretary was having a hushed discussion with Pryde. Each party looked unamused. 

“Hux.” You announced your entrance. “My things?” 

“On route, your Majesty.” 

“And Snoke?” 

“He is still on the premises. He's in the study.”

“Pryde.” The other man straightened. “I will let you stay for now but the second my husband is uncomfortable with you, you are gone.” 

He nodded and you turned on your heel to deal with the creature. 

“Your Majesty.” Snoke addressed you. “Allow me to explain my methods.” 

“No.” 

He raised his non-eyebrow. “But if you would just listen.”

“I have allowed you to corrupt and harm my husband for too long. You are to leave and never return. If I could order you to be destroyed without corrupting my soul I would, but I can't. I wish you the life you deserve.” You glanced at Hux. “Make sure he leaves.” 

With that you returned to Kylo. On route you caught a maid and asked her to loosen your dress. Blessedly, she did it with ease and the bodice was off with no problem. Once that was off you undid your top skirt and stepped out of it. You untied the hoop skirt and left that on the floor too with your undershirt and stockings. You placed the crown on a side table and unpinned your locks. Arriving at the door naked you slipped into the room and smiled at his dozing body. 

He had fallen asleep sitting up awaiting your arrival. Your ring was still clutched in his hand and you just took him in. He was so handsome. You'd never tire of his appearance. 

You sat yourself on the side of the bed and plucked your ring from him, sliding it back onto your right hand. 

“Kylo, darling, let's lay down.” You shuffled him down into a more comfortable position. One eye cracked open and he pulled you in close. 

“Love you.” He muttered into your ear. 

“I love you, more."

[avercado5]

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HAPPY REVENGE OF THE 5TH!!!!!