#let kylo live

[kylo-skywalkerr]

Okay LISTEN. Kylux has such beautiful parallels and opposites in their life stories that it's almost beautiful.

The height of Ben's life was him being young. He was naturally gifted, had a great family, and a promising future. There were problems, but he had friends, and he was thriving. Then he grew up and renounced his identity as Ben and things went downhill.

Hux's childhood on the other hand was his low point. It wasn't until adulthood that he rose up and became stronger.

Kylo killed his father because he loved him. Snoke saw it as a weakness and made him do it. It tore him apart.

Hux killed his father because he hated him. He needed to thrive and that had to happen with Brendol's death.

Hux is reserved and handles his emotions accordingly, rarely ever doing more than raising his voice whenever the occasion permits it.

Kylo can't control his emotions and only acts in anger, unable to ground himself as well as Hux does.

They're opposites but also so much alike. Violent, self serving, desiring full control over the throne.

So alike yet so different. I mourn the loss of the duel of the fates script because in that they actually did come together. Rey refused Kylo's help so Kylo took Hux's hand. Let him lead, obeyed enough to shave his entire head simply because Hux found it too disorderly. Original Hux was fascinated by the force, he wished he had it. While Kylo's life is ruined by it.

Sometimes, I think that Kylo and Hux's relationship was tarnished just to make Rey and Kylo seem more probable. Those two were stronger together, and the writers tore them apart. But they're perfect together, opposite yet one in the same.

[renlysbussy]

Appalachian AU where Hux falls asleep with a lit cigarette while napping on the couch, catching it on fire and Kylo has to use the force to put it out 

[marklikely]

the sw sequel trilogy debates will literally never end. no matter what how much new vindication for us tlj haters piles up, the battlelines are going to stay exactly where they always were. people who think kylo ren was supposed to be the main character vs people who care about literally anything else.

[lordprettyflackotara]

heroin kiss || kylo ren

‘& now i’m feenin’ for ya, cravin’ for ya, heroin kiss’

sum: after being captured, kylo ren is determined to extract what he wants from you. by any means necessary.

tw:smut, minors dni 18+. sorry poe. rough sex. inappropriate use of the force, cream pie, humiliation/degrading

a/n:kylo lives in my head rent free

You were fucked.

Completely and utterly fucked.

You struggled against the metal restraints that pinned you down to the metal table, blinding lights making your eyes water as they blinded you from above.

The room was unusually sterile, your nose burning from the sickening scent. You swallowed as you tried to move, your wrist and ankles restricted in the most uncomfortable manner. How long had it been since you had been brought here? You couldn’t recall, your mind drowning in fears of what was to come next.

You had been separated from the resistance, left behind in a desperate attempt for any of the fellow rebels to survive. Many were already dead. The scattered bodies on the ground below had proven that. You guessed they had presumed you dead, stranding you on whatever damned planet had resulted in your capture. You cursed yourself for not paying more attention on where you were landing.

Now you were trapped on the finalizer, misery and torture destined to come your way. You could feel the sound of people scrambling outside of your room, the metal doors sliding open. With wide eyes you stared at Kylo Ren, the leader of the Knights of Ren. The realization of how utterly fucked you were crashed over you, upon seeing his ominous mask stare down at you. Your body froze, staring at him as you awaited his next move. You were surprised to watch him take off his helmet, his face stern as he glared down at you. “For such a tiny little thing you put up quite a fight. How many of my men did you kill on your way in with that pathetic little blaster of yours? Three?” He questioned.

His amusement confused you, Kylo Ren being known for his ruthless wrath. You opted out of speaking, instead staring blankly. You knew this could end in various methods of torture. He could use the force to strangle you, cut off your limbs one by one with his light saber or-

“Enough with the various torture methods you’ve conjured up. They’re all absurdly boring and take absurd amounts of time,” Kylo said sternly, regaining your attention. Your eyebrows furrowed, causing him to snicker. “What? Did they forget about use of the force in your training? That pretty little mind of yours is all I need,” He explains plainly, as if you not knowing was utterly boring. Menacingly he walks beside you, his eyes never straying from your face.

He can read minds? What kind of left out training fuck shit is that?

This caused Kylo to snicker once more, his gloved hand grabbing your chin. He forced your lips to pucker out like a fish, your eyes widening in fear. Instinctively you struggle against the restraints, your bones clashing with the metal. “Such foul thoughts, I wonder if your lips are the same way. Let’s see,” He grins, his smile wicked and curled upwards in amusement. You can feel your mind becoming fuzzy as he steps into your mind, your body going limp as he explores your memories. You stand beside him in your own mind, watching every moment, from significant to minuscule, like a picture movie. Your lips are unmoving, but you’re screaming for him to stop, begging for him to wait.

Ever so achingly slow, he begins exploring each path of your mind. Your updated memories aren’t enough for him, the warlord intrigued and diving deeper. “Stop this at once! Get out!” You screech, your screams falling on deaf ears. Kylo’s unmoved by your demands, waving through the boring memories and landing on one that catches his eye. His eyebrows furrow as he begins to watch, your face twisting in disgust as you turn away. Kylo’s own face turns in confusion, his eyebrows raised as he watches the memories of you and Poe.

“Poe Dameron? That’s your type?” He questions. You can’t bear to watch the events of the past play out, your stomach churning as Kylo watches them. Every exchanged smile. Every training session. Every battle fought together. Kylo can feel the romantic feelings that pound in your heart at the sight of the pilots face. Every hug, then every kiss, every sexual encounter. Every plea you gave for him to fuck you harder. To choke you. To make you forget about the worries of existing. You cover your eyes, listening to the unforgettable sounds of Poe Dameron’s smooth voice. Kylo watches, puzzled. Your romantic entanglements did not intrigue him. They meant nothing to his search for helpful knowledge. But your reaction, your screams, your emotions. That did intrigue him. And so Kylo watched it all, watching you fall in love with the beloved pilot of the resistance. It was then the worst part was coming, that you wanted to curl up into a ball.

Poe Dameron was dedicated to the resistance more than anyone you had ever met. He knew his purpose for existing was to fight for what he deemed to be right. So much so, that he deemed a relationship with you a waste of energy and time. After all, what if you were to die? He’d never be a good pilot after that. He’d never be as good of a resource as the resistance needed him to be. So as ruthlessly and heartlessly as he could, he abandoned you. Every moment Kylo watched meant absolutely nothing to Poe Dameron, the pilot leaving you without a second thought. It was then Kylo left your mind, your head spinning as you both returned to a brutal reality. Your waterline was flooded with tears, your gaze focused on anywhere but Kylo’s face.

He stared down at you, releasing your face. “Torturing you isn’t going to get me what I need,” He said emotionlessly. You avoided his gaze, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You hated how degraded you felt, humiliated by the warlord before you. With the flick of Kylo’s hand he used the force to undo your restraints, raising the table and forcing you onto your feet. You briefly stumbled, his gloved hand grabbing you and pushing you against the closest wall. His eyes bored down into yours, his touch harsh as he chose his next words carefully. “A factor you haven’t considered, is a fair exchange. I give you what you want more than anything else and you give me the same,” He says slowly. You swallow as you await his next words, your lips cracked as you slowly open them.

“W-What-”

“Don’t play coy with me. You want nothing more in this life than to feel loved. I can make that happen, you know I can. Then you’ll give me what I want in return,” Kylo says, glancing down at your lips. You shivered in fear and flusteredness as Kylo attempted to be gentle, shoving some stray hairs behind your ear. “I can read your mind, you know. I can see right through you. I can see your fears, your memories. But most importantly, I can see your filthy desires,” He whispered, leaning in close to your ear. You freeze as he smirks, relishing in the feeling of your fear.

“Little solider girl wants nothing more in this life than be ruthlessly fucked, is that right? To be treated like a worthless whore?” Kylo purrs, his breath hot against your skin. His gloved hand finds its place on your neck, holding you steady. “Submit to me. Give in,” He growls. He can feel his own desires washing over him, his body fizzling in anticipation. “Just say the word and i’ll make you feel so good, you’ll forget Poe Dameron ever existed,” Kylo continues. He knows what word you want to say. He can see how badly you want him. It’s evident in not only your flushed face, but your loud and filthy mind.

“Please.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper, your heart pounding. Kylo knows you haven’t been with anyone since Poe, your guarded heart not allowing it. He smirks as he uses the force to undress you, unmoving as the cold air creates goosebumps across your skin. Once you’re fully exposed he takes a step back, admiring your perky nipples and exposed form. You feel your face flush red. To you, sex is an intimate experience meant to be solely a love filled affair. Yet the primal gleam in Kylo’s eyes makes you feel different, your core throbbing with a different kind of desire. You were programmed to despise Kylo Ren and the ground he walks on. To, in any situation, blast him until he doesn’t move.

Yet you stand before him naked, desperate to be touched. Kylo takes a step back, soaking in your form. He forces you to sit on the ledge of the window, using the force to spread your legs. “Go on, amuse me. Touch yourself for me,” He orders, staring down at you like you’re a piece of meat. You gulp nervously as you lick the pads of your index and middle finger, before bringing them to your core. Kylo refrains from smirking at this action, your cunt glistening in the relentless bright lights. You begin to sheepishly circle your neglected clit, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with the man before you. Your cunt is so wet it takes everything in Kylo to not pick you up and use you as a cocksleeve. Instead he wants to savor this, soaking in the sight of a rebel humiliating herself for his amusement.

You go to dip your fingers into your entrance but Kylo stops you. “I didn’t say to do that. Keep circling that pretty little clit of yours,” He orders. The sternness in his voice sends a chill down your spine, your fingers slowly circling your sensitive bud. Abruptly Kylo rewards your obedience, the feeling of two thick fingers plunging into your cunt. Kylo himself is still feet away, watching as he uses the force to finger fuck you. You can feel the fingers curling upwards, stretching you out while brushing against your g spot. “O-Oh fuck, Kylo-” You babble, choking on your own words. The sight of seeing nothing there, while Kylo cockily watches, only makes your core throb much more intensively. “Does that feel good? Falling apart before me for my entertainment?” Kylo ask, tilting his head to the side mockingly. He watches your hips rut into nothing, sinful whimpers escaping your lips.

This is all you should really want. Is to feel humiliated and to feel good from doing so. Kylo knows this what you want, which is why your next statement puzzles him.

“P-Please, cmere, wanna feel you-” You whine, barely able to keep up with the feeling of being finger fucked into oblivion. Kylo’s hardened expression falters for a moment, before he regains it. He ignores the way a spark ignited within him, his feet carrying him to you. He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he sets you on the metal table. Hesitantly he leans in, his gloved hand cupping your face. He can feel your breath hitch as he finally leans in, placing his lips against yours. This kiss feels different. Far different than any you had shared with Poe. You know this. Kylo knows this. You both want to chop it up to the heat of the moment. Two ruthless fighters being touch starved. Truthfully, maybe that’s all it was. But you knew better, your mind swirling as you passionately struggled to keep up with his eager lips.

He needed you, just as bad as you needed him.

Kylo allowed himself to give in, undoing his pants and cupping your breast. His gloved hands explored your body, worshipping each inch of your skin. No lover had ever made him feel so alive before, his cock brushing against your entrance. You struggled to keep up with the desperation that was behind his kisses as you grabbed his cock, desperately guiding it into of you. Both of you let out a groan in unison as he slowly slid inside of you, your walls clinging to him. You moaned into his mouth, his gloved hand finding its way to your throat. He squeezed your airway, watching your mouth drop into the shape of an O as he bottomed out inside of you. Kylo snickered as he read your thoughts, grinning in sick satisfaction.

“Im that much bigger than him?”

He moaned as your walls fluttered around him, the sound heavenly to your ears. You stared in the eyes of your enemy, sinful noises escaping your lips as he began to move his hips. “You like this? Hmm? Being used by your enemy for nothing more than my pleasure?” Kylo asked, his voice deeper than normal as he rutted into you. You grabbed his wrist for support, struggling to keep up as he fucked you properly. His gloved hands found their way to your ass, your legs wrapping around his waist as he picked you up as if you weighed nothing. You couldn’t control your strangled moans as he used you like a fuck toy, your hands grabbing his shoulders.

“A filthy cock sleeve, falling apart on my cock. You’re a worthless whore, aren’t you rebel scum?” Kylo seethed, fucking into you ruthlessly. All of his anger and frustrations were taken out on your poor cunt, your body going limp as you let him use you as he pleased. “Please don’t stop, fuck fuck fuck,” You whined, his cock abusing your g spot. You felt a knot form in your stomach, your orgasm threatening to come sooner than planned. Kylo sensed this, using the force to grab your face and force you look at him. “Not yet, not fuckin yet you pathetic whore,” Kylo snarled. Your body craved for release, your nails digging into his suit. “Feels so good,” You panted, your heart pounding in your chest. Kylo’s thrust never let up, his stamina one you couldn’t have imagined. Your vision grew more dazed, your body growing limp.

“I bet it does,” He smirked, feeling your walls clench around him. He slammed your body into a nearby wall, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Go on, cum for me. Cum on my fuckin cock like the good little cock sleeve you are,” Kylo ordered. Your body came on command, euphoria washing over you as your legs trembled. Your walls spasmed around his shaft, his cock filling your womb to the brim with his cum as he released. The two of you were panting messes, the warlord burying his face in the crook of your neck. It’s then you realize that you had no information Kylo wanted, none at all. You weren’t a high ranking general or pilot. You were nothing but an insignificant soldier knowing nothing beyond the bare minimum. Kylo knew this as well, sensing you had caught on. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

As gentle as he could muster he pulled you against his chest, stroking your back.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and i’ll send you home.”

Those words were the last thing you heard, before falling into a deep and enticing sleep.

[rynwritesstuff]

Nosferatu - Kylo Ren x Reader

Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, PIV sex, blood-sucking, brief mention of death, and a deep eternal bond between Reader and Kylo (duh)

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You and a mysterious man - or creature - from beyond share a passionate, lustful evening together. (Heavily inspired by Nosferatu)

“Come to me.”

Thunder claps and booms outside. The rain falls, heavy as hooves against a paved road. Midnight approaches, a massive and dark blanket falling over the town. The window of your bedroom is open, your arms outstretched as if to say: I am here. I am open. I am ready.

Ready, you are, for whatever he may give you tonight. You ache for it, long for it like a man starved and thirsty. Many a time you have gotten drunk off of his touch, and you picture him now, above you with wide eyes like a beast in the night who has caught his prey. His hair, long and dark and wavy – like a black halo around his pale face. His eyes, brown and unshining as they stare into yours. His nose, his cheeks, his forehead – unflushed and white yet still so touchable, so easy to need. 

He is not always nude when he comes to you, but whenever he seems to be, it is something that you savor. You remember the taste of him and bring two of your own fingers to your mouth. You rest them on your tongue. They are heavy when you press down, and your lips close around them. You hunger for him, for the way he makes you feel. What you wouldn’t give, now, to feel those large, cold hands on your breasts, on your cheeks, around your throat . . .

The lawn in the back of the home is well-manicured, trimmed to perfection, but the wind blows leaves and flowers to and fro across it. There is a fountain in the center of the green grass. Rose bushes surround it on both sides, and as you open your eyes and stare out into the wet night, you feel it – you feel him. 

His presence washes over you suddenly, so suddenly that you gasp for breath and pull your fingers from your mouth. Sweet air rushes into your lungs, and a chill runs down your back. However cold it may be, though, it does not diminish the heat between your thighs. The knowledge that he is here, that he sees you . . . It is enough to make your core flood. 

Tree branches scrape against the side of the house angrily, but you pay them no mind. He is here. Here. 

Your Kylo Ren.

The ground is wet and cold beneath you. How you got here, you aren’t sure. Your nightgown sticks to you as rain pours from the Heavens. He is coming. You press your hands against the grass as rain water soaks into your clothing from the ground. Your hand moves down your body; over your throat, over your breasts, down your stomach–

He is on you. You gasp, eyes wide with terror and arousal. Kylo Ren’s bare, cold body straddles yours, and when you try to move your hand, you realize that he has you in his grasp. 

“You are not for the living,” comes his deep voice. Your breath hitches as Kylo presses his hands against your thighs. He slides his hands up, up, up, and with his movement, your nightgown slides up as well. “You are not for humankind.”

Your bottom lip trembles. 

What an endeavor this is. What sin, what joy. What luck it is that you have this at all. You hardly feel the rain against your face, now. It seems to no longer touch you now that Kylo has thrust himself upon you. You bring your hands up to touch his cheeks. He lets you. 

“Kylo,” you breathe, voice barely audible above the thunder and lightning in the sky. If someone in the house were to look out into the yard, they would hardly see you. The rainfall is too persistent and steadfast for much to be visible through it. You are alone with Kylo Ren, alone amongst the dirt and grass and flowers. 

His tip presses against your core – when did you spread your legs? – and you gasp again, head falling back. His hand comes to rest on your jaw. He holds you there as he presses in. You groan in pleasure, nipples hard from the freezing rain and the pleasure of it all. This is filthy, you know it. You are hardly sure if it’s real or if it’s simply a fantasy you’ve made up for yourself to lessen the pain of being alone, but God, if this is what gets you sent down to the Devil, then perhaps you’ll die pleased. Why see Heaven if erotic pleasures such as this cannot take place?  This is worth it. This is worth everything. 

“Kylo . . .” you moan as his body rocks above you. His hand slides from your jaw to your throat. He squeezes, and hazily, you groan again. Never have you ever felt so full, so complete. The Earth falls away from you. Are you floating, or just imagining it? Is Kylo real, or just a manifestation of all the dirty things you yearn for? 

Oh, what silly questions. None of it matters. Not really. Not now, when his cock is deep inside of you. Dirt stains you – your nightgown, your skin, your hair – But no part of you cares. Perhaps this is what it is like to be buried, you think between thrusts. Heavy. Wet. Cold. Suffocating. Delicious.

Life, powerful and strange, seems to find a way. You hope that when you die, it will not be frightening. You reach up and cling to Kylo, taking handfuls of his dark curls as he grunts above you. 

“Please,” you sob. “Please . . .”

“You shall be one with me ever-eternally,” Kylo tells you. Your heart swells. He needs you. You are his affliction. What good is a man without a woman? What needs are met? What joys are felt? What is the meaning of anything if Kylo Ren doesn’t have you? “Do you swear it?”

You pull at his hair. You need him. Whatever he will give tonight, you need it now. White hot pleasure fills you. You scream, but the thunder swallows it. He fills you, and the feeling of it makes your body lurch. His hands grip your breasts as you push your chest up. 

“Do you swear it?” Kylo demands again. You feel as if your eyes have opened. Was there a time before him? Does any other man exist? You offer up your chest even further, and he rips open the front of your nightgown. 

“I swear it,” you sigh. Kylo presses his face against the center of your chest, mouth open, and deep down you must know what is coming, because you run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer. 

“My dearest love . . . I swear it.”

Teeth sink into your skin, and you gasp sharply as tears fill your eyes. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Your head is light, your body is numb. You moan softly as he pulls away and looks down at you. His hand goes to your cheek and wipes away the tears and raindrops. 

“You cannot love,” you breathe. A realization, a prayer. Kylo’s mouth presses against yours firmly. You can taste your blood, metallic and warm against the coldness of him. Perhaps this is not a dream . . . 

“I cannot,” he says. “Yet, I cannot be sated without you.”

You look into his eyes and hold his cheek. You believe him. A scar runs down the side of his face, and you wonder just how long it has been since this scar was fresh. Somehow, you cannot bring yourself to care about whatever the answer may be. 

“I am yours, just as you are mine,” you say, nodding. Kylo kisses you once more. You close your eyes. The rain is falling against your face again, sharp and chilled. You feel as if you sink against the ground, falling further into the grass. You open your eyes and see nothing but the fountain, the rose bushes, the leaf-strewn lawn. You sit up, soaked from the storm, your heart pounding against your chest. 

Your chest. You look down. Yes, your nightgown is still torn open. Yes, your skin has been punctured by teeth that must have been hungry and ready. 

Oh, yes, it was real.

Tagging a few vampire-loving friends: @safarigirlsp @babbushka @mrs-gucci

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rynwritesstuff, 2025

[pocketsofdaisy]

“Do not speak to me as if we are familiar.”

Hunger flickers across his expression, eyeing her like a nectar-laced blossom, ripe for plucking. He only needs to peel back the petals. “I can be as familiar as you desire, my lady. Just say the word.”

“Give me your name—” she bellows, cheeks burning, “and only your name, serpent!”

At this, he sets his jaw before surging forward in a fluid, gliding motion. Several horses in the stable let out frightened neighs. He leaves no distance between them, till the sheer breadth of him covers her entirety in shadow. He stares down at her haughtily—a look of someone who has lived too long, seen too much.

“Do not shout, child,” he murmurs silkily. A warning. “It’s impolite.”

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presenting the stunning commission by the amazing, talented, wonderful, lovely @meetingyourmaker for my fic dulce periculum which depicts the scene of Death revealing his human form and name as Kylo Ren before the noblewoman Rey. The elements of horses on his robes and the rose borders are fantastic details that Maia translated from my work and her own interpretation and ideas and suggestions—so yes, my dear friends, i can confirm she is a genius!!!!!!!!

please enjoy and share the artist some love too 💕

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fic content warnings: • god of death kylo x mandalorian noblewoman rey • horse!kylo • medieval au • gothic romance vibes • DEATH IN LOVE • death and the maiden • dark fairytale with deities inspired by the Greek's Three Fates • wartime and domesticated animals • oppression of women • dry humping • also inspired by THAT ONE scene from the witch (2015) film 🍎

[cowboygenesis]

5: turpentine | kylo ren x reader

part 5 of the "bump it, cool it" series: masterlist. | playlist

pairing: [modern!au] kylo ren x reader chapter warnings: explicit language, nudity, vague sexual imagery. word count: 3.9k series summary: when your roommate’s older brother needs a place to crash, you begrudgingly offer up your couch— only to realize he’s the most insufferable, entitled asshole you’ve ever met. the worst part? you can’t seem to stop thinking about him. notes: 1/3 of the way through already! i'm super happy with how the plot is coming along, let me know how you like it!

Now Playing: my kiss era - bar italia

“So does he just own the place now?” you huff, leaning your hip against the kitchen counter as you watch over a pot of oatmeal. Rey is sitting at the small dining table, legs crossed on the chair as she proofreads some documents.

“Before I say anything,” she pipes up, pointing a finger in declaration but never taking her eyes off her assignment. “I just want you to know that I’m not picking sides. By any means.”

You exhale humorlessly, withdrawing a wooden spoon from a drawer. “Should I prepare to sue?”

Her gaze finally rises to meet yours, eyebrow raised. “Funny,” she utters through a half-hearted smile before returning her attention to the table. “He wakes up real early. I mean, he’s in the shower before you even get to exit your bedroom! Do you expect him to just sit there and wait until you’re up?”

You purse your lips, momentarily focusing on the distant sound of falling water as you stir your oats. “…No. But it’d be nice.”

Rey scoffs, rolling her eyes before scribbling something on one of the pages. “See? Then what’s the problem?”

“It’s not just about the shower,” you sigh, shaking your head. You think it’s unwise to direct this anger toward Rey when it’s clearly meant for her brother, and being neutral in this specific situation doesn’t make her his accomplice. “We agreed on a system— he agreed on it. It’s about honoring our pact more than anything.”

“Pact?”

“You know what I mean,” you chuckle dryly, turning the electric stove off and reaching for your favorite bowl. “I just want him to respect my requests. I feel like he’s not even trying to fit in.”

You place a spoon into your oats, grab your bowl with one hand and your coffee mug with the other. As you take a seat next to Rey, she gives you a sympathetic look and drops her pen.

“He’s not the kind of person to change his ways,” she explains, placing her chin into her palm as you bite your lip. “But that doesn’t mean he’s not trying.”

“Is he?” you question over the rim of your mug. Your lilt is soft despite your frustration.

“Yeah,” she nods, watching as you take a bite of your breakfast. “…In his own, stubborn way. I guess.”

“And how exactly has that manifested so far?”

Rey furrows her eyebrows in thought, scanning your deadpan expression as she thinks of an example. You know she’s found one when her eyes brighten with mirth, the corners of her lips curling upwards as she meets your gaze. “Has he texted you recently?”

You stop chewing, eyes widening for a second as you think back to a few days ago. Your stomach twists at the banter you and Kylo had shared, and that damned pet name that’s been haunting you ever since. For a second, you think Rey might know about it, and your cheeks flush. “Yeah. For a second.”

She nods with a pleased hum, taking a sip of her tea. “Aren’t you curious how he got your number?”

Somehow, the question never crossed your mind, which only accelerates the frustration simmering in your belly. A part of you hates to imagine the possibility that you enjoyed his shitty antics, and so curiosity gave way to hedonism.

But as Rey tries to hide her grin behind her mug, it all becomes clear to you.

“Rey…” you trail, eyes squinting but not quite filled with the anger you thought you’d experience.

“What?” she replies softly, “You live under the same roof now, I thought it’d be practical.”

You shrug half-heartedly, cupping the mug between your hands to absorb the heat. The days have been getting warmer as March rolls in, but mornings still leave you cradled in a sweater.

You recall how once you had mistakenly grabbed a hoodie off the couch, thinking it to be yours. It was only when Kylo marched into the living room, eyes sparkling with mischief, that you realized your grave mistake. Even as you screeched your way out of the hoodie and threw it at his chest with a grimace, his sly grin plagued your memory for the rest of the day—along with that fresh smell of pine you had grown to enjoy despite yourself.

Now, the memory fills you with prickling guilt. Any ounce of sympathy or pleasure you accumulate for Kylo reminds you of why you could and should never like him in the first place. In a few weeks time, you’d part ways and forget him forever. And he’d forget you.

“I wish you had asked me first,” you mutter, mindlessly stirring your oatmeal. Then, you huff joylessly. “As expected, he’s an ass through text as well.”

“Really?” Rey quirks an eyebrow, scanning your face with intrigue. You match her gaze with your own, tilting your head in question before she continues through a soft, teasing smile. “He was the one to ask me for your contact.”

Your mouth hangs open for a second, urging your throat to speak but no noise comes out. Your fingers wrap around the handle of your mug, knuckles turning white for Rey to watch.

“He asks about you, too,” she continues, her smirk threatening to spill into a laugh. “When you’re away.”

“You’re fucking with me,” you shake your head, and she laughs, but you can’t match her joy with the way your chest thrums.

“It’s true,” she shrugs, leaning forward on her elbows. It’s like she’s watching for a reaction, and suddenly, you’re feeling hyper-aware of your body and the way it warms. “Even today.”

You swallow thickly, watching her eyes fill with mischief. When you speak again, you need to clear the dryness from your throat. “What?”

“You know,” she hums, eyes flickering over your face, “If you’re home, when you’ll be back…” She leans in ever further, lowering her voice as if Kylo could hear her over the thrum of the shower, “…If you’re still angry with him.”

Your stomach twists and you cross your arms over your chest. It shouldn’t matter, yet the idea still makes your heart skip a beat—you wonder if it’s out of anger or disbelief. “Sounds like he’s just trying to gauge if he’s gonna be yelled at.”

“Maybe,” she shrugs, hovering close for a beat. She studies your body language quietly, almost threateningly, before finally leaning back into her chair. She takes a languid sip of her tea before picking up her pen again. Her eyes meet yours, flickering with mirth. “Or maybe he’s just an idiot who doesn’t know how to show he cares.”

The quiet thrum in your chest fires up, reaching your head and leaving your ears ringing. Care. As if the bastard has any intentions of being cordial with you, let alone caring about your well-being. The idea alone sends you scoffing, reaching for your spoon again to stuff your mouth with more oats. You chew them with a certain spite as Rey goes back to checking her papers, a smile still hanging off her lips.

You hear a doorway in the hallway creak open. For a second, the implication doesn’t register in your thought-ridden mind before Rey pipes up at the figure entering the kitchen. “Speaking of idiots…”

You feel him hovering behind you for a second. If it wasn’t for the sunlit window he was facing, you’re sure his silhouette would cast long shadows over your head.

“Morning,” he speaks, the low baritone of his voice reverberating through your chest and prickling your skin.

When he moves to the fridge, you don’t dare look up. You can’t.

Your gaze glues to your breakfast as he moves to fix himself on his own. You hear him withdraw something from the fridge with a low hum, before reaching for a cabinet. A low clank against the counter followed by a pour. Then, unbeknownst to your flushed face, he leans against the counter, facing the table you’re sitting at.

Your head tilts, eyes spotting his towel-wrapped waist. It hangs low, taunting, framing the softness of his broad form. Like his face, the skin is speckled with little spots, inching up his legs and chest—the plane of it wide and slumped as he sips orange juice from his glass.

When you spot his eyes, they’re dark as ever, boring into you like the first time you met. His face has a soft glow from having just showered, dark tresses slicked back with moisture.

You know you’ve been staring when his lips curl into a trepidating smirk. He lowers the rim of his glass, head tilted with curiosity as you choke back a cry of embarrassment. “Still mad with me?”

The spoon in your hand stills, your lips pursed. Rey chuckles softly in the backdrop, nearly choking on her tea— would serve her well, you think. The absolute nerve of them both.

“Morning,” you grit through your teeth, rapping your fingers around the edge of the table before meeting Kylo’s gaze again.

As expected, he meets your anger with a bright grin. If it hadn’t been for the teasing in his eyes, you think the sight might have made you smile.

Instead, it only serves to fuel the simmering frustration in your gut.

Without another word, you push your chair away from the table and stand up. With a sharp inhale you return your dishes to the sink, pointedly avoiding Kylo’s towering frame as they clink against the surface.

When you turn toward the hallway, you feel his gaze burning into your back. Rey calls after you, her tone laced with laughter, but you ignore it all. Instead, you turn the corner and disappear into your room.

“Fuck him,” you grit, withdrawing a clean towel from your wardrobe before you catch sight of your windowsill. The morning light pours over your face, warming your cheeks and making you squint. The colorful tin sitting by the plant is open, reminding you of the night after you argued with Kylo. Ever since, you had made it a habit to smoke at this windowsill, looking to the streets below, but you never spotted him again.

You sigh, before heading for the hallway again.

When you reach the bathroom, you catch steam rolling near the ceiling, coating the mirror with a thin layer of moisture. You place your towels on a wooden stool by the shower, and inhale deeply. The familiar scent of pine fills your nose, and despite yourself, you feel your shoulders sag as you lock the door behind you.

As you undress, you try not to think about Kylo Ren. As you enter the shower, you try not to think about the tension coiling in your stomach.

You pull the small, metal lever, and exhale as the hot water hits your face. It rushes over your skin, loosening the tension in your muscles as you tip your head back with a sigh. The heat soaks into you, steaming away the frustration clinging to you, but your mind still buzzes, traitorous and restless.

You scowl, pressing your palms against your face. The image of him standing there—towel low on his hips, broad frame slouched against the counter, that smirk—burns behind your eyelids, making you groan.

With a sharp exhale, you reach for the shampoo. Your fingers find the bottle without thought, popping the cap open as you squeeze some into your palm. The scent drifts instantly, sharp and crisp, a deep woodsy scent softened with something warmer.

You freeze.

Your stomach twists, fingers stilling against your scalp.

It’s pine.

A rush of embarrassment flares in your chest. Your gaze flickers to the corner of the shower, searching for your usual bottle, but when you move to squeeze it, it whistles pathetically. You must have forgotten to replace it.

The sensible thing to do would be to rinse it out, or maybe brave the towel wrap and sneak back to your room for your own.

But instead, your fingers clench in your hair, tugging lightly as you bite your bottom lip.

The lather spreads easily, rich and foamy, and before you can stop yourself, you’re scrubbing it through, running your nails against your scalp. The scent fills the space around you, coating your skin and sinking into every quickened breath. It’s the same scent that clung to his hoodie when you’d mistakenly worn it. The same scent that lingers in the air whenever he brushes past you.

Your face burns with heat, and you worry about its source.

You stand there in silence as the water rinses the suds out your hair, fists squeezed by your sides. Despite the slickness of your skin, your choice has left you feeling dirty, enveloped by that crisp smell you suddenly wish you could wash off. You’d have to make it a point to avoid him until he leaves the apartment again, lest he notices your sinful deed.

A knock comes at the bathroom door, startling you to yelp. Before you can realize what’s going on, you’re already calling out. “Leave me be, Rey!”

“Wrong sibling,” comes a low voice, chilling your blood. Did you just manifest him with your thoughts, or had he miraculously heard them?

“What do you want?” you grit out, scrubbing your skin. Suddenly, you feel much more exposed than you should be, even as a locked door divides you two.

“I left my phone on the sink,” he replies flatly, knocking on the door again. “Let me in for a second.”

You turn around and look at the sink. Indeed, a sleek, black phone sits just on the surface. Your eyebrows furrow, sighing in frustration. “I’m in the shower, Kylo!”

You think you hear him huff over the thrum of cascading water, and for a second, there’s silence. You sigh in relief, going back to lathering your body before you hear his voice again. “Well?”

“You’re still here?”

“I need to make a call,” he explains and you roll your eyes, sighing. The phone screen stares back at you, coming to life with a soft glow. Surely enough, a string of texts pops up, too far for you to see the contents clearly.

The foam slides down your water-slick body and your eyebrows furrow. “Then wait,” you bark.

“I don’t mind,” he replies, and just as you’re about to bite back, he continues through what you imagine is a smirk, “but it’d be quicker for me to go in there and get it myself.”

Your stomach lurches. “You wouldn’t dare.”

A soft chuckle bellows from the hallway, and for a second, you think he’s being serious. “Wouldn’t I?”

Your skin prickles with heat as you rinse the remainder of soap and suds from your shoulders. His phone keeps buzzing with texts, and finally, you feel your resolve melt. “You’re insufferable.”

“I can be,” he chuckles again, though his lilt reveals a semblance of something more visceral. Momentarily, as you turn the overhead stream off, you feel like he might just be threatening you.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” you grumble out, a little quieter now that the thrum of water has gone.

“Yeah?” he teases as you exit the shower, shuddering at a gust of coolness against your wet skin. Fuck, what a horror. You hadn’t even managed to use that conditioner you’ve been itching to try. “I really couldn’t tell.”

“Fuck off, Ren,” you scoff, haphazardly wiping down your body, wrapping your hair in a towel before putting on the tank top and sweatpants you brought with you. While the sweats keep you cozy, the thin, baby-pink tank top clings to your skin, puddling with moisture where you failed to dry properly. Your nipples firm at the coolness, lip caught between your teeth as you reach for his phone.

“As soon as you give me what I want,” he retorts, but you’re stilling at the sink. Your eyes widen slightly, fingers trembling against the red phone case as the screen flickers to life again.

Sienna, 02:35 I miss you. Please talk to me. Please.

Between the blocks of text, you spot seven missed calls in the early hours of the morning. Then, the texts continue.

Sienna, 6:58 Ben I know you’re upset. It didn’t mean anything. I told you it didn’t.

Your eyebrows furrow, grip tightening as you chew at your bottom lip. Ben. If your gut feeling was correct, this woman could have been the one you saw on—

“How much longer?” Kylo calls out, shaking you from your daydream— you flinch, nearly losing grip on his phone as you struggle to turn the screen off. Once that’s done, you take a deep breath, straightening your posture as you approach the door.

You grasp the metal knob, twisting it to the side until the hinges click. Your trembling fingers press down on the handle until the doorway gives way, pushing it forward until you catch a glimpse of Kylo’s dark hair peering through the gap.

You’re about to hand him the phone, when he pulls the door open wider. The gap is just enough for him to snake through and lean against the frame, arms crossed, and you unknowingly take the time to gawk at his chest; the softness of his pale skin, the scattering of moles, and the delicate lining of muscle down his arms. Despite his nude topside, the towel he had previously donned is now replaced by a pair of melange sweatpants.

“Are you staring?” he asks flatly, but when you meet his gaze, you catch the usual curl of his lips.

You roll your eyes, but his words are enough to coat your cheeks with a layer of rouge. “In your fucking dreams.”

“You’re blushing.”

“It’s from the shower,” you reply curtly, watching his head tilt downwards. The small smirk you’ve previously witnessed slowly falls as his gaze creeps down your thin tank top and fuck, you might as well be naked. Your lips press into a line just as his jaw tightens, eyes glazed with something you’ve not seen in them ever before—dark and stormy, like flickering pools threatening to pull you under at any given moment.

You feel your body prickle with heat, something tight pulling at your gut, but before you can respond, you catch his eyes flicker behind you. His nostrils flare, and when you catch his gaze again, he seems back to his usual self.

“Smells nice,” he quips, and your legs threaten to give out under you. He knows.

“What?” you utter through a scowl, urging the twist of anxiety down as he meets your sharp gaze with something teasing.

“You,” he continues, and you need to grab the doorframe to steady yourself from the shudder that runs down your spine. “What is that? Pine?”

You shake your head, willing a sharp exhale through your nose. His watchful gaze makes you feel vulnerable, and suddenly, a question leaves your mouth. “Is Rey home?”

“No,” he replies half-heartedly, giving you a shrug. When his eyes meet yours again, there’s a certain, teasing mirth in them. “Why?”

“Nothing,” you reply promptly, pressing your lips into a thin line.

He smirks down at you, head tilted as he probes for your reaction. “What did you think I’m gonna do?”

Your face tingles as the blood vessels in your cheeks expand, making you rub at your temple in a feeble attempt to hide it. When you look at him again he hums, slow and thoughtful. His gaze drags over you again, lingering on the damp fabric of your tank top. The corner of his mouth quirks up, amusement curling in his mein, forgetting about your response to continue his interrogation. “Didn’t take you for a little thief.”

Your pulse spikes. “I’m no thief.”

“No?” He leans in, just enough for your shared scent to creep into your space, except his is so much more divine— mingling with the natural musk of his skin, filling your nose and making you lose your fucking mind. His face dips lower. “Then why do you smell like me?”

Your breath hitches.

For a second, all you can do is stare, stomach twisting, your grip on his phone tightening. Kylo watches your reaction with quiet satisfaction, his amusement barely veiled behind the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his eyes flicker to your body and take in the scent of you.

But despite the intoxication, you refuse to give him the satisfaction. Not after everything he’s done and said to you, sending mixed signals and giving you a run for your money.

Huffing, you shove the phone against his chest, forcing him to take a step back. His hands briefly graze yours to grab the device from you, his warm digits making you swallow thickly.

“Just a lucky coincidence,” you grit, your tone urging the man to tilt his head curiously.

“Lucky for whom?” he challenges, taking a step closer. It’s almost imperceptible, but you can tell by the way his breath suddenly fills your hearing.

“Take a guess,” you hiss, puffing your chest just to make a point.

He assesses you quietly, his warm breath tickling your face when you realize your hands have been lingering on his chest. Swiftly, you withdraw, scoffing.

“You might not like my guess,” he counters through a soft chuckle, making you grab the door.

“Fuck off,” you utter through a scowl, swinging the door shut.

Before you can stop it, his hand is around your wrist. You’re too stunned to speak, the warmth enveloping your senses and causing your mouth to come ajar.

He leans in, gaze softening when he’s inches away. Your spine trickles with electricity, gaze stuck on his when he speaks. “Not so eager to get me out, after all?”

Your eyebrows furrow immediately. Your palm clenches as you release yourself from his grasp, moving a step back before giving him one last glare. “Bye.”

And then, the door shuts. You hear him chuckle behind it, making no move to leave. “Don’t miss me.”

“Bye, Ren!” you reiterate, voice sharp as you approach the mirror. And with a final laugh, you hear him retreat.

The silence that follows is deafening. You stand there, staring at your own reflection, heart thudding against your ribs like it’s trying to tell you something you don’t want to hear.

You exhale sharply, pressing your hands against the sink. The condensation on the mirror is beginning to fade, revealing the flush still painting your cheeks and your tragically blown-out pupils.

It’s all too much. The texts, Kylo’s taunts, Sienna. Ben. For a second, you think you might hurl at the nausea brewing in your gut.

With a sigh, you reach for your moisturizer and get to work. You wouldn’t let him be your plaything, especially when it’d mean you’re just a rebound.

Why are you even thinking this way?

There’s nothing binding you and Kylo Ren together—not friendship, not acquaintance, and especially not a palpable, explosive attraction. That much you’re certain of.

But as you dry your hair, do your skincare and finally head to your room, the ache between your legs threatens to betray your very understanding of the word ‘enemies.’ As your hand slides down your tummy and under the waistband of your panties, you listen to his muted conversation through the thin walls of your shared home and think about that hand grabbing your wrist, and how it’d feel running down your sides.

As you cum, the only name to fall from your lips is of the man you vowed to hate.

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confession: TRoS ruined kylo/ben for me, despite not liking him previously.

when i watched TFA in the movie theater, i absolutely hated kylo ren (not in an "anti" way, it's simply a sign of a good villian). TLJ put him on thin ice with me because like 🤢 re*lo foreshadowing (yes in an anti way, but not the point of this post so dont @ me) but i otherwise still loved to hate him, even if i didn't understand why so many fans liked him. but then the dreaded TRoS happened and i was like... "huh, i miss kylo ren?"

i mean, i know that character development is a thing, but... what happened to my darth tantrum? what happened to "let the past die, kill it if you have to"? like, it baffles me that he ends TLJ having killed his master, been rejected by rey and rejected her in turn (again), claimed the title of supreme leader, and then been publicly humiliated by his uncle/ex-master—and then in TRoS he just... ditches everything he has achieved, lets go of all the perceived wrongs against him, reverts to ben, and kisses rey? and oh by the way it was Palpatine, still, all along?? isnt this supposed to be a new story?????

obviously he wouldn't end the final movie of the trilogy in the same as he was halfway through or at the start, but i think it's stupid that he had so much build up as a villain, actively rejecting the light side and redemption at every single turn—and he had many, many opportunities—only to spend most of the third movie on the side of the light, helping to defeat the exact same villain that was defeated three movies ago

like yeah, okay, he "finished vader's business" and "killed the past" by finally defeating darth sidious, but idk... the guy started out the trilogy so determined to uphold vader's legacy that he led the slaughter of every student at luke's temple a la anakin at the end of RotS, that he murdered and tortured innocents for years, and instead of realizing that "letting the past die" includes vader's legacy and making his own way, redeemed or not but still remaining kylo—or, hell, even evolving his ambition into the determination to outdo vader where vader fell short; killing the past by becoming the new, more powerful evil—he, what???? learns that he can just shed years of deliberate bad choices because none of it was his fault anyways, and all he has to do is repeat the past to be redeemed because he is just doomed to be an echo of his ancestors that contributes nothing genuinely new to his family history, anyways?

yeah i preferred the unstable and immature yet wildly overpowered possible-sociopath on the cusp of shedding his blinders and coming into his own...

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Alpha!Bucky Barnes x omega!plus size reader

The morning after Bucky claims you, he realises how much he truly loves you

Warnings: implied smut, nudity, mention of claiming, fluff, brief talks about Bucky’s past

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Dawn crept over the horizon slowly, the weak winter sun just barely breaking through the curtains on the far side of the bedroom, creating small beams of light that fell over the bed. There were pillows and sheets strewn everywhere, leaving the bed bare save for a singular blanket that covered the occupants.

Bucky had been awake for hours, in fact he hadn’t even fallen asleep. Too overwhelmed with new emotions to even think about shutting his eyes, he had just watched you. You were sprawled on top of him, your naked body fitting perfectly on his own, chest to chest, your legs intertwined with your nose firmly pressed against his collarbone.

The wound on your shoulder was already healing, it would leave a scar but that was the whole point wasn’t it. A perfect circle of small cuts that, if Bucky leaned down and put his mouth to it, would match the pattern of his teeth. Unable to stop himself, he rubbed his thumb against the broken skin and fresh wave of your scent washed over him.

Bucky groaned as he inhaled, the smell of you so raw and untainted it made his skin prickle with goosebumps.

“Alpha?” Your voice came out as more of a rasp, still thick with sleep.

He winced. “Sorry mega, didn’t mean to wake you.” You hummed and nuzzled further into his warm chest, your hand coming up to rest just over his heart. Bucky smiled and kissed the top of your head.

“’S okay.” You sighed, a happy calmness spreading through the fresh bond. It immediately settles in his stomach, a feeling of peace and home. His grip gets just a little tighter but you don’t fight it, instead your soft body goes completely limp in his arms as you let out a contented mewl.

Snores began to escape your lips once more and Bucky just watched you. This was all he had ever wanted but never thought he could have, or deserved. You were his everything and by the grace of whatever god was out there, you let him worship you and love you with his whole being.

And now you were mated, joined together for eternity.

You chased away his nightmares with a smile, banishing them to a place where they could never hurt him again. You guided him into the light with your laughter, you showed him that touch doesn’t always bring pain. You proved to him that he was more than his past, more than a puppet for someone else’s bidding. 

“I love you more than I ever thought possible.” He spoke quietly into the early morning light so as to not wake you once more. He let his eyes finally slip shut, content with you in his arms, your scent keeping him grounded.

He couldn’t wait to wake up and start the rest of your lives.

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Why the Diamond Redemption Doesn’t Work

About a year ago I wrote a post defending Steven Universe and Steven’s character writing. Since then my views have changed a bit and while I don’t think Steven is as much of a wuss as those Jack Horner or Hitler memes make him out to be, I can understand some of the gripes with the Diamond’s redemption. While Lily Orchard is a shitty person, I do side eye some of the people who hate her especially due to transmisogyny getting worse and her being a trans woman that doesn’t pass well and while some of her criticisms of the show are unfair, others were those black fans already had discussed regarding the show’s anti blackness with Sugilite and Bismuth and I’m going to explain why the Diamonds redemption doesn’t work by comparing them to similar characters.

In most stories that redeemed a fascist, abusive or genocidal villain, something was done to ensure that they would be incapable of causing further harm. Darth Vader, Kylo Ren and Gendo Ikari all died. They may have committed a heroic sacrifice and gotten acceptance from Luke, Rey and Shinji but that’s it. Vader and Kylo did go to Jedi heaven and Gendo was allowed to reunite with Yui in death but they still had to die as their crimes were too great to forgive. People can criticize how well executed these redemptions were but they only reconciled with one person and no one was forced to forgive them.

As for villains who were given a second chance and continued to live, something was still done to prevent them from hurting others. Lord Ozai had his powers taken away by Aang. ATLA has also been criticized for falling into white liberalism but at least Ozai still faced consequences. Ben directly targeted the Highbreed’s racist ideology by forcing them to walk in the shoes of those they tried to genocide by mixing their DNA with the omnitrix’s aliens. Lord Garmadon was corrupted by the Great Devourer and later Oni blood after his resurrection and he had to prove both times he had changed by taking a vow of nonviolence and helping the Ninja. Harumi’s redemption was criticized for being rushed but at least she had lost her powers and was implied to be under police surveillance in Crystalized. All these villain characters got off easy but at least had something done to remove their ability to cause harm.

In some cases a villain would be offered redemption and chose to reject it. That would have been a way to keep Steven a pacifist while still destroying the diamonds via their own actions. Lord Shen was offered a second chance despite everything he had done to Po and rejected it which caused his own death. Emperor Belos tried to manipulate Luz and was rightfully treated as the liar he was. The Diamonds for all we know could be doing the same and only acting nice to placate Steven until he dies, given how little they seem to regret abusing Rose and tried to get a replacement with Steven and later Spinel. They didn’t need to be shattered but as @thewoollyviking said, they needed to lose their powers so they could never be able to take back their empire if they returned to their old ways.

Something else that’s been on my mind is the idea that wanting the diamonds to suffer consequences is a “culturally Christian” or “Tankie” worldview. Like maybe some people are influenced by a punitive view of Christianity but i have also seen Christian fans who insisted that Steven had to forgive them based on their religious views. Wanting someone to face consequences isn’t always to be cruel and unusual. It’s to prevent them from harming other people and restorative justice is not the same as letting people off the hook. They still need to face some sort of justice to recognize what they did was wrong as a catalyst for becoming better people.

I think the problems with the diamond’s redemption came down to it being intended to be an allegory for an abusive family while having them commit all sorts of crimes like purging any gem that didn’t align with their beliefs and creating the cluster to blow up the earth. SU suffers because it used magical girl solutions to deal with sci fi/irl political issues which came off as tone deaf to a lot of people. Not everyone who dislikes it does so because of one person’s video essay and while it didn’t need to kill the diamonds, them losing their powers and being banished from Homeworld would have been more satisfying as a compromise because people like the diamonds will never change in real life and letting them off like that does have real world implications.

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While We Dream Pt.7

Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

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Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: As Kylo sleeps he finds himself mysteriously transported to your modern world, while you sleep you find yourself following alongside Kylo as he goes about his duties as “supreme leader?” who even was this guy? And why does he keep talking about ‘The Force?'

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You’re torn between never taking your eyes off of the ghost man and turning away in hopes he'll just disappear. Seeing him in your dreams was one thing (even if those dreams felt more real than normal) but seeing him in person was a million times more alarming.

Not including the fact that the door phased through him moments ago. 

Feeling dizzy over the whole scenario, you stumble a few steps back until your hip meets the hard surface of your kitchen island, your heart beginning to thump with a panicked drum. Toast jumps as you almost step on him but ultimately doesn’t take his eyes off of the man now staring at you.

Although staring isn’t quite the right word. It’s something between a glare and sizing you up with suspicion. You watch as he shifts his jaw and clenches and unclenches his fists like he’s holding something back. You’re a little too terrified to ask and as your lungs pump faster and faster you realize you wouldn’t be able to ask if you wanted to. 

As subtly as you can, you make your way behind your kitchen island, farther away from him and closer to the junk drawer where you might have something that can help. 

Your hands shake as you rummage through the drawer, the sight of the all-black figure not leaving its spot. 

It takes a few tries but eventually, you manage to light the piece of sage you had lying around in your cabinet and you hold it out defensively in front of you. If he was some sort of evil spirit you weren't just going to sit around and let him haunt you. 

As the smoke wafts toward him you notice him flinch and internally hurrah at your success. It’s short-lived, however, as he tilts his head and begins slowly stalking towards you, rounding your kitchen island. You move with him though, not willing to let him trap you in a corner, you back up until you’re once again standing in your open entryway. 

He isn’t deterred by your retreat and instead follows and begins circling you. Observing you up and down in a way that makes you shiver. What exactly was he looking for? 

“Poison?” His eyes flit to the sage still in your hand in question. You wonder if that means it’s working. “Strange. It doesn’t seem to be working.” A chill runs up your spine at the baritone of his voice. It’s different from the robotic sound his mask produces and in any other situation, you’d probably find it kind of hot. But it’s not hot, because this man has the sheer audacity to sport a smirk and it makes you scowl. Who was this guy showing up at your house and then acting all cocky? You doubt he knew more about this situation than you did…or maybe he did? Maybe this was his doing.

“I don’t sense the Force within you” You have no idea what he’s talking about but he’s got this inquisitive look on his face that makes you squirm. It feels like he’s trying to see through you. 

You try to shake the feeling of intimidation from your shoulders but it’s useless, you think you might understand a quarter of what the men in white armor felt in that training room. You’re unsure of what this tall man wants from you but after a moment he backs off and straightens his shoulders, mumbling something along the lines of “This is nothing like the others”.

His statement makes your brows furrow and it’s your turn for interrogation. “The others? You’ve done this before?” His eyebrows raise as if surprised to see you speak to him after your silent freaking out. Honestly, you’re a little surprised too but what good would it do you to just keep staying silent?

When he doesn't answer your question you huff and twist the sage in your hands. The smell was becoming a little too strong and you’d probably have to open a few windows to get rid of it. If the sage wasn’t working it was doubtful he was an entity you could easily get rid of. Maybe you had to consider the fact that you were hallucinating…

Your eyes refuse to focus directly on the man but are unable to shake the heavy weight of his gaze, so you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. The silence is familiar and almost welcome at this point. Or maybe it was worse that it was silent- maybe it meant you really were hallucinating if you couldn’t hear him breathing. 

A brief thought flashes in your head that you were dead from the car that almost hit you and now you were stuck in purgatory but you were able to interact with the world like nothing had happened. Maybe your near-death landed you in some in-between of two worlds? 

You shake your head. Trying to remind yourself to think of realistic situations before you think of fantasy ones. 

“Oh my god” You groan, muttering to yourself “You lose one job and you start going crazy” 

The sound of Toast crunching on the spilled food wakes you from your thoughts and also brings a small smile to your face. He must have deemed the situation safe after you stood up. You should probably go clean up the food before Toast eats a month's worth in five minutes but you can’t bring yourself to turn around.

Some fascinated part of you hopes he’s still there when you open your eyes but the scared part of you pleads that he’s gone. 

He wasn’t much of a talker in your dreams but he’s on your territory now, and surely he’s as curious as you are right now. But… talking to him makes this feel more real. 

The more you think about it the more you regret closing your eyes, he could be dangerous if what you saw in your dreams is anything to go by. But on the other hand, the door literally went through him a couple of minutes ago so there’s a chance he can’t hurt you….possibly.

You decide to set down the sage and just ignore him and walk to the hall closet to grab a broom, however, you flinch when you turn around and find that he’s followed you. He’s closer than you’d like him to be and frankly, you’re a little freaked out at how silent he was. 

You want to move past him but-

“You will tell me what planet we’re on.” 

He’s got this really focused look on his face that nearly makes you wanna burst out laughing but you’re still kind of reeling from the fact that this intangible man is in your house. Still, was he trying to command you in your own house? And what was he even asking you? 

Folding your arms, you squint your eyes at him and his tall frame and impertinence. “ Geez, where are your manners? Who do you think you are commanding me in my house?”

He blinks at you for half a second before his frown deepens. “ I’m Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader of the First Order” He says it with an unmatchable confidence, but with a face that says he doesn’t introduce himself often.

You stare at him with a look that says “Am I supposed to know who that is?” and he catches on fairly quickly. You’re beginning to realize, despite your fear, that you might be the one with the upper hand in this situation. He’s in a completely unfamiliar environment and if it’s anything for him here like it was for you in your dreams- he can’t interact with anything. 

You’re still debating going to see a psychologist but when the thought of being put on an Antipsychotic or mandatory therapy pops into your head, you’re more than fine with being delusional. 

Instead, you focus on the pile of cat food that you need to clean so your kitten doesn’t get as big as a full-grown cat in under an hour. 

Brushing past your ghost savior, you bend down and move Toast out of the way before you begin sweeping up the food. There’s not as much as you thought and it might be due to Toast eating most of it. He was going to have to skip dinner today.

You sit in the silence that seems to have become a habit between you two, trying to find the right words to say, but it’s him who beats you to it again.

“Are you with the Resistance?” 

You sigh and finish cleaning up the mess, delicately picking up the ripped cat food bag and turning around. Much to your luck he hasn’t moved from his spot a second time, and you allow yourself to put the cat food back in the bag and under the cupboard before answering him. 

Finally looking him directly in the eyes, you speak with a little less harshness than before. “The only resistance I had today was the battle I had with the resistance band at the gym and I’d rather not do that again, so no, as far as I'm aware, I’m not with any ‘Resistance’ ” You use air quotes as you say the last word, really trying to emphasize the fact that you have no idea what he’s talking about. 

He narrows his eyes in suspicion but eventually seems to accept your answer, letting his gaze sweep across your house once again. You can tell he’s uncomfortable and your head is torn. 

On one hand, he was a strange ghost who had no place in your home, but on the other hand, you curated a space that you hoped all of your guests would feel comfortable in. so to see him feeling so out of place made you feel… 

Whatever. It didn’t matter.

When he finishes observing, he turns back to you, a determined look on his face as he asks-

“What is a dog?”

Pt.8

A/n: Apparently creatures called dogs do exist in the star wars universe but they look freaky so I've deleted them from this canon for plot convenience! ~ Starry

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[benthelastskywalker]

I recently heard that (allegedly) JJ didn't originally want Kylo Ren to get redeemed because he didn't want him to be Vader 2.0. You know what would have made Kylo not Vader 2.0? Letting him freaking live!

[littlebugs]

Can I request for Kylo Ren in which the returns with him from a failed mission? She made a mistake and maybe Kylo made it clear to her that he was very upset about it during an argument afterwards. She tries to make up for it by doing a mission on her own, only on this one she gets badly hurt and is brought back by Hux after finding her severely wounded/injured. When Kylo learns of it, he flips out thinking she wasn’t going to make it alive, but in the end, she survives and makes a full recovery. Something short and sweet in the end between them as he takes care of her during the healing process. Thanks! ❤️

(I hope this is okay! If not, feel free to ignore it!)

i love you

warnings: injury, very angsty (fluff ending), fem presenting reader (she/her pronouns), mild language, written at 1am so not the best proofreading, toxic kylo in the beginning 😓 a/n: thanks so much for the request love! i got carried away writing this lol, sorry if its a lil long!

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"Shit," you cursed as you sprawled over the couch in yours and Kylo's living room. You'd messed up today. It was tiny, minuscule, just a little mistake. You hoped it wouldn't matter to Kylo. But you knew better.

The large door, black, matching most of the Commander's gloomy interior, swung open. And slammed shut. You nearly fell off the couch, already exhausted from the days work. "Hey Ky..." you trailed off. He looked absolutely terrifying. Blood on the toes of his boots. Holes ripped through his outfit. But the worst of all, his face. He looked- angry. Disappointed. Annoyed. Maybe even..disgusted?

"Shut up," He threatened, walking up to you. His arms crossed, feet spread apart, you knew you were in for it. From your spot now on the floor, huddled in a ball, you felt defenseless. "You messed up today," he scolded. "This was a covert operation. We had one shot at this, and you blew it." His voice was a low, seething growl.

"I'm sorry I had a- momentary.. lapse in judgment?" You didn't know what to say. This wasn't supposed to be a big deal. It was a tiny mess up. You forgot to disable a single security camera. Just one. It wouldn't matter anyhow, as the saber marks lining the walls of the Rebel base being hijacked was a sign as to who the attacker was.

"Sorry isn't going to fix this. We're on the brink of a war, and this mission was crucial. The Supreme Leader trusted us, and now, because of your mistake, we might have just handed our enemies a victory," he nearly shouted.

Kylo's voice rose as he continued, but it was as if you were underwater, the sounds muffled and distorted. Your eyes filled with tears, blurring your vision. You couldn't let him see you like this. "I-I'm sorry," you mumbled, as you got up from the ground and staggered to the door.

You scarcely cried. There were many things the two of you never did, which maybe you should have done. It wasn't a conventional relationship. You'd only cried in front of him once, years ago. He had left you, crumpled on the floor, unable to deal with the sudden emotion. He never told you he loved you. Not even once. You shared a ship, meals, even a bed with him, and even in your most intimate moments, he just... didn't seem to feel anything. At least on the exterior. You hoped.

"Leave me." you stammered, nose already running. "Did you think I was going to follow you? Pathetic. Absolutely worthless. Do you think I even care-" He stopped, dead in his tracks, after catching sight of your face, glimmering in tears. "M'sorry" you mumbled, and quietly closed the door behind you.

Breathing in the cool air of The Supremacy, you quickly wiped your face before any troopers nearby could catch sight. Word traveled fast, and although it was a big ship, news could be spread in mere hours. You remembered the first time you had to deal with the gossip, it had been your first one night stand with Kylo, before any relationship. You left in the dead of night, but one lucky Stormtrooper caught you on the security camera. The next day, half the the Supremacy was staring you down, and the other half was triumphantly giving you high fives (Knights of Ren included.)

Life seemed...simpler. Now you were plastered on the wall to Kylo's rooms, breathing in slightly sterile air as you tried to get your wits about you. It being 11pm already, you decided to make way to your old room. Walking down the hallway, you encountered little confrontation. That was the good part of being in relation to Kylo. Then there was the name calling, the teasing the "Commanders whore" whispered behind your back. It all made you want to cry again, and you were grateful to near your room.

As you unlocked the door, your old life greeted you. There wasn't much left really, as you had inhabited Kylo's space for the past months. You had thought maybe...maybe he was changing- that he would one day tell you how he felt? Yeah right, you thought, as you walked in, flopped down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. Looking around you, a chair sat to your left, with a window showing the view of a million stars outside. A bathroom and dresser to your right, emptied of all your items. Not that you had any in the first place, but Kylo had spoiled you as of recent.

You couldn't stop thinking about him. His face when he saw your tears. The way he had yelled at you nonstop. The fact that he didn't seems to care.

In the dimly lit room, shadows danced across the walls like haunting specters. Suddenly feeling cold, you huddled beneath the covers of your bed. The air was thick with silence, now broken only by the muffled sobs that racked your body. Your fingers clutched at the sheets, the fabric twisted and knotted in fists of despair. With each passing moment, the tears fall harder, faster, until you couldn't breath. You gasped, shuddered, and with a pounding headache, went to sleep, soiled clothes and all.

Unbeknownst to you, Kylo stood near your door, listening to your sobs feeling...terrible. He hated hearing you cry. It filled him with disgust not in you, but now in himself. For making you feel this way. And through the Force, he heard your thoughts, the desperate calls to be openly loved that Kylo had so valiantly ignored. He thought to wake you, but instead headed back to his quarters.

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The next morning, at 6 am sharp, you woke up with solid determination. You were going to show him you weren't pathetic, worthless...disgusting. You were always soft, especially in comparison to him, but you weren't pathetic. Or at least you hoped so.

As you headed to the mirror, you jumped at your reflection. That wouldn't do. You would also have to make it work with the meager amount of supplies at hand, but you could do it. After opting a shower to the refresher, so you could use scented soaps and lotions, you blow dried you hair, and styled it to the best of your ability. "Not too bad," You thought to yourself as you brushed on mascara and lip balm. "Nothing crazy" you told yourself, but betrayed your thoughts as you opted for a smaller sized uniform.

Exiting your room, you felt misery and despair inside of you, but at least you looked like you had it together. Making your way down to the control center of the Supremacy took quite a while, it being a literal Mega Class Dreadnought ship, but it gave you time to think. Think of what you were going to say to him. You could apologize. You could pretend nothing happened. You could act all mushy and touchy. Or just ignore him completely.

You decided to just fuck it and ball. Walking into the room, the control center hummed with the usual tension that permeated the First Order's headquarters. The air was thick with the weight of strategic discussions and the ever-present rivalry among its officers.

Then you saw him. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as he moved, his presence commanding attention. You had always been drawn to the enigmatic power he exuded, and despite the fight, that magnetic pull remained intact. You were immediately waved over by General Hux, and as you walked over to a control table in the very front of the room, getting closer, you regretted your decision. The mask, the robes...everything about him was just huge. Intimidating. Compared to your scantily dressed body, he looked like he could envelope you whole. Maybe you wanted him to.

Deciding to play with him a little, you boldly stood next to Hux, leaning over to look at the schematics on the table so Kylo had direct view of you. Though the mask concealed his emotions, you could sense the internal turmoil beneath it. He was distracted, and you knew why.

Hux sighed and rolled his eyes, in classic fashion. He was never one for your machinations, but continued explaining the mission at hand, obviously annoyed. You didn't bother listen, opting to shift around in a way that made Kylo's fists clench.

At what seemed like the end of the brief, Hux tiredly asked "So we'll need an Admiral or Commander to volunteer for this mission. As I know both of you do not care in the least so I will just-" You cut him off. "I'll do it." Both Kylo and Hux turned towards you, silent. "But you never do anything-" The General retorted. You roll your eyes. "Shut up Hux. I'm going." The redhead sputtered. "But-you... -You don't even care! Ever!" "Ok well, I'm a Commander, and I'm going," You spat, not bothering to glance at Kylo, who hadn't moved an inch in the last minute. You stormed away, but not before hearing Hux call "Don't screw this up Commander," and scoffing.

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It wasn't going well. You had overpowered the Rebel base, which was somewhat pitiful, but managed to get a blaster wound to the side which was currently steaming in a way that did not look safe. Most of your troops had made it through, save the couple of troopers who'd been shot here and there. The masks made it harder to remember they were human, people on the inside. Limping back to your ship, you woozily asked Hux to make someone check the surrounding areas for stragglers as you slumped into the seat, adrenaline still preventing you from feeling the full pain of your wound.

Setting the TIE on autopilot, slowly coming back to reality, you looked down to the left of your torso. You had almost dodged the blast, the wound cauterized by the superheated plasma, leaving a sizzling, blackened mark on your flesh. Smoke rose from the wound, carrying with it the acrid scent of burnt fabric and singed skin. The pain intensified with each passing second, as if a red-hot poker has been driven into your side.

You clenched your teeth, trying to stifle a scream, as you grasped at the wound. Your fingers came away slick with your own blood, which oozed from the wound and trickled down your side. The ride was short. Only 30 minutes at full speed. You could probably..maybe hold on. You busied yourself coating the wound with Bacta spray, which took most the time, considering the fact that every movement made your side burn and sting like never before.

After successfully applying the antiseptic, you started to see the giant that was the Supremacy. It slowly appeared as a behemoth of steel and darkness, adorned with the stark, angular design characteristic of First Order aesthetics you had come to be so familiar with. You were on course, but you'd have to manually land the plane. "Oh for Kriffs sake" you muttered to yourself, trying to figure out how you were even alive.

You painstakingly moved your right arm to the control panel, and started the descent, aiming for one of the many hangars. It seemed to take forever, but with a final, skillful maneuver, you brought the ship to a shaky landing on the hangar deck. The ship's landing struts had absorbed the impact, but the screech of metal against metal reverberated through the hangar.

You all but fell out of the fighter, letting out a strained "I'm aight-" before collapsing into the arms of medical personnel, whom immediately transported you to the medical wing.

Not known to you, the second of your arrival, Kylo was storming down the hall, looking menacing as ever. Although he looked same as ever, on the inside, his emotions swirled inside of him. He was freaking out. He powered through the med bay, drawing terrified looks from doctors and patients alike, not stopping until he found your room.

He ripped the door open, all calm was lost. "Is she alright?" He boomed, modified voice scaring the living daylights out of the doctors and nurses surrounding you. "S-Sir, erm-Commander we think she'll most likely survive with minor s-setback" A doctor answers, inspecting the wound as to not have to face Ren.

He sat down on a chair, further terrifying the staff with his presence. "She'd better," Kylo fumed, prepared to annihilate the staff over anything. He didn't know what made him feel like this, but he was prepared to wait days for you to awake. And wait he did.

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It was early morning. You had just woken up, not in the Med Bay, but... in his room. He was already awake, looking at you with those deep brown eyes. You looked around, surveying the surroundings. You were wearing his sleep clothes, all too big on you, hair smelling freshly washed. You had an IV hooked up to your arm, and the stiff bandage across your torso chafed against delicate skin.

"I'm sorry" He uttered, quietly. "I said those things, and I... shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I don't- feel like that about you. I think you're.." He trailed off. He'd never said sorry before. You didn't know how to react.

Looking at him, caring for you in your injury made you frown. "Why do you- why do you care?"

"Here, lay down. Have some soup." He nudged you gently, positioning pillows behind your head. You were so shocked, you almost forgot your previous question. "Wait, but why are you doing this?" You whisper, voice hoarse.

"Because I love you"

[anatee]

A rainy night | Kylo Ren x Reader

A rainy night | Kylo Ren x Wife!Reader One Shot

Word count: 1.13K

Author’s note: This is my first attempt at something this short. Something soft laced with angst if you squint your eyes. No smut, no warnings, almost unlike me.

Nights full of tossing and turning weren't unfamiliar to Y/N. It was always just her, the darkness of the room and haunting sleeplessness every time her husband was away.

Kylo Ren was no ordinary man in many aspects. Many quivered at the mere sight of him, and she knew how powerful he was, how strong the Force was with him. However, it did not stop her from worrying about him every time she knew he was off fighting his enemies, a knot in her stomach forming at the mere thought of him getting hurt.

And that particular night was no different. Rain was rattling against the windows, the sound echoing against the walls of the spacious, dark bedroom Y/N was completely alone in. She let out a sigh, the silky sheets rustling as she turned again. That uneasy feeling in her chest was almost unbearable; the darkest thoughts were racing through her mind, not allowing her any moment of peace.

And then came a loud slam, one she knew did not come from the raging storm. It came from inside the marvellous house she could live in, being the wife of the Supreme Leader himself. Someone slammed the front door, and her heart leaped.

"Love?" She sat up immediately. "Is that you?"

"Yes." The voice that answered her was a familiar one; it was the deep and raspy tone she adored, but at that time, it sounded almost... Broken.

She slid off the bed immediately, quickly tying the silky bathrobe over her revealing nightgown. She heard heavy footsteps, very slow ones, that made her worry greatly.

Her heart sank when she entered the dark hallway. Even in the poor light the single window offered, she could see the figure of her husband, slouched and without his helmet on. He looked completely exhausted, but did give her the smallest of smiles when he saw her.

"Oh, Kylo." She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, then ran up to him and embraced him immediately. "What happened? I was so worried."

She felt him raise one of his arms slowly and wrap it around her, keeping her close. He let out a long, deep breath; it seemed like he needed that even more than air.

"Not everything went according to plan," he replied quietly after a moment of silence. "But it doesn't matter. They won't stop me. They can never win."

"It only matters to me that you're back," she whispered quickly, taking a step back to look into his eyes. She intended to put her hand on his cheek, and that was when he flinched slightly, making her gasp in realisation.

"You're hurt," she said breathlessly, unpleasant shivers rushing down her spine.

"Don't worry." Kylo grabbed her hand with his own gloved one, guiding her to the part of his face which was free of wounds. "I had it taken care of."

She took a deep breath, knowing he would not give up. "Is there anything you need?"

"You," he replied quietly, cupping her face with his large hands. Even in the darkness, she could see the emotions in his eyes, and it was pure love he was looking at her with, a sight for sore eyes after the horrible things he had seen.

He slid his hands down her body and brought her close again, allowing her to rest her weight on his broad chest and shoulder. He closed his eyes, resting his chin on her head as he breathed in that familiar scent of hers; his breathing was slow but loud, complete exhaustion speaking through him. After a moment, he lowered his head to leave one longing kiss on her lips, savouring the moment for a while.

Then, with a swift move of his strong arms, he scooped her off the floor almost effortlessly.

"You sure you're not too tired for this? Too hurt?" she asked, surprised, but not opposed to being in his arms.

"For this?" He let out the smallest chuckle, a tired, but sincere one. "Never." He leaned his forehead against hers, nuzzling against her like a cat. He started walking towards their bedroom, then set her down on the bed as delicately as possible, as if she were the most fragile treasure in the world, acting completely opposite to what the deadly weapon at his belt suggested.

He kissed her softly on the forehead, leaning over her. "Why weren't you asleep?" he asked huskily, true fear for her speaking through him.

"I was worried."

Kylo let out a sigh. He knew she was, yet he was 

not the best with words, unsure how to tell her how much he worried, too, and how he appreciated that she always waited for him despite his long periods of absence.

He grabbed the lightsaber at his belt and took it off, then left it on the bedside table. She then watched him pull off his gloves and toss them to the floor, the sounds of the heavy rain still filling up the room. In almost hesitant moves, he began caressing her face, now with his bare hand. She enjoyed the warmth of his large palm rubbing onto her while he studied her face with it as if he were blind, trying to make out each shape to remember it.

She raised her own hand to tangle it into his luscious hair, stroking his head. They both needed each other's touch badly, to cure themselves, to heal all the gashes made not by weapons, but by the yearning. The expression on his face was clear; he was exhausted, and something was trembling inside him, she could see it.

"Are you sure your injuries are fine?"

"Yes," he replied huskily, still caressing her face. "I just..."

"Just what?"

He looked down for a moment, hesitant, then took a deep breath. His lips trembled before he managed to utter:

"I want you close. Just... Just close."

"Then by all means..." she replied with a soft smile.

Kylo lowered himself until he came to rest his head on her chest like on a pillow, breathing loudly in the process. It seemed that was the first moment the stress started coming off of him, as he nuzzled into her, craving the warmth and comfort she provided.

She embraced his large figure, then began stroking his hair again. Feeling his heartbeat against her own skin made her determined to calm it down. At that moment, he was completely vulnerable, allowing her to do absolutely anything she wanted to. The rain was still knocking on the glass, but that sound was a blessing to both of them.

He sighed eventually, not moving an inch away from her, as if scared she could disappear at any moment. "I would be hollow without you."

[vee-nyx]

ben solo is really such a masterpiece of a character…the only child of the skywalker lineage, raised by the greatest heroes in the galaxy, but still so lonely in his childhood because of his parents’ fame and their disapproval of his strong emotions. he feels isolated from his family because they’re all so good and he can’t live up to them. he’s so angry and passionate and human in the face of his larger-than-life role models.

then he finds out from a newsreel that the most angry, passionate, powerful Force-user in history is his grandfather, and it all makes sense. his parents were afraid he’d realize where those traits came from and justify them via connection to his grandfather, and he does. he clings to every bit of information he can find because he does have a family member like him, he’s not a lone hurricane in an ocean of peaceful warriors, but his family made him feel that way for years. so palpatine seizes his opportunity: he speaks as “vader”, playing into ben’s perception of his grandfather’s darkness and manipulating him into following the same path, and it works (for a while).

but goddamn if anakin skywalker is going to let his only grandchild’s life be destroyed like his was. he saved his son for a reason, dammit! so he fights right back against palpatine’s “vader” and relentlessly pulls his stubborn idiot of a grandson who is so much like him back towards the light. but he can’t do it alone and the Force knows this, so it does a favor for the Chosen One and creates the first dyad in generations between ben and rey. between a boy whose family ostracized him and a girl whose family abandoned her.

ben feels it the first time he meets her: the power, the connection, and he thinks he’s finally found his own apprentice. so he tries and fights and kills his own master to protect her, but he’s skywalker stubborn and can’t just let go of everything he’s done as kylo ren. can’t go back to being ben, the unwanted nuisance who felt too much and knew too little. but then she rejects his hand as kylo and says she wants ben. she wants the lonely, angry, passionate boy who laughed and cried, smiled and scowled, loved and hated, and that boy wants her too. but that boy is still guilty and haunted and has spent so much of his life (as kylo and ben) being told he’s not good enough, but she makes him want to believe that he is.

but then she dies, and the Force goes so quiet that ben wonders if he’s lost his connection to it altogether. he holds her and spirals because she was good enough and he couldn’t save her but then he realizes she’s not gone yet and he can save her, he can finish what his grandfather truly started and save the woman he loves, but it can’t be for himself. he saves her selflessly and smiles even as he feels the Force leave him because he did it. ben solo’s first and last act without palpatine swaying his mind is to sacrifice himself for rey because he knows she’s better than him, that she’ll do more good in the galaxy to undo all the bad he did as kylo.

just. something about a boy who didn’t even know the full skywalker lineage fulfilling the wish that started it all. something about a boy who never lived up to expectations independently performing the greatest act of powerful selflessness in generations.

[lilyvalerieorchard]

Hang on, I speak fluent Solid Lily so let me translate:

"I have a raging hate-boner for Baldur's Gate III because I'm no longer the child of a murder god nor can I romance my sister anymore! I can't live out my creepy incest, kill-them-all power fantasies no more! Larain Studios will burn for this! And Astarion must suffer for the crimes of being a cis white guy who reminds me of Kylo Ren solely because he's a cis white guy!

Look how edgy and counterculture I am! I'm not some stuck-up hipster, honest!"