A redeemed Ben Solo rushes to Exegol to aid Rey in her confrontation with Emperor Palpatine. To his horror, however, he finds that Rey has turned to the Dark Side as the new Empress of the Sith…
Excerpt
“The ritual begins!” Emperor Palpatine cried out, and the mass of his devoted followers surrounding them responded with a ceremonial chant so loud and deep that the cacophony shook the very ground and resonated within Rey’s bones.
Rey had no choice. Strike him down and take her place as the new Empress of the Sith or watch her friends in the Resistance die. She may become a vessel for the Sith, but at least her friends would live another day. She’d spare them. They were nothing compared to Palpatine’s Final Order anyway.
"She will strike me down, and pledge herself as a Sith!” The lightning in the cavernous cathedral intensified and reflected against the ghoulish Emperor’s milky eyes, as if the ritual itself was producing the effect.
“She will come to me!” Palpatine boomed, and the crowd responded with a collective yell as Rey stepped closer still…
"She will draw her weapon,” the Emperor intoned. Rey’s face was a blank mask. She unhooked the Skywalker lightsaber from her belt.
"She will ignite the blade,” Palpatine continued.
Rey continued to approach. His power was hypnotic. She found herself igniting the lightsaber and raising it, unbidden, against her will.
"And with the stroke of her saber, the Jedi are dead! The Sith are reborn!”
Summary: After Ben SolocatchesRey playing around with his prized Star Wars replica props, he gives her a tough lesson in obedience in this modern au.
Excerpt
After a morning shift at his father and Uncle Chewie’s car shop and an afternoon trip to the gym, Ben went into his man cave for a game of Star Wars Vol. 3, and much to his surprise, he was nearly hit in the face with his Kylo Ren lightsaber.
If it was anyone else, he’d probably rip their head off, but it was Rey. Denim Daisy Duke’s that rode up her ample ass, a white tank top that accentuated her athletic curves, and now from his surprise his to his irritation, she was wearing his fucking Kylo Ren helmet.
“Hey look at me!” Rey giggled as she swung the prop Kylo Ren lightsaber around, her voice muffled by the helmet. “I’m a big git with a laser sword!”
Ben scoffed at her. “Hey! C'mon! Those are expensive! Put them away!”
“Afraid I’m gonna break your toys?” Rey laughed, twirling the lightsaber around, humming the ubiquitous hum of the lightsaber as she did so.
Ben ducked another errant swing of the hard light tube that comprised the red blade. “They’re not fucking toys! They are highly collectable replica props!”
“I’m not gonna break your stupid props, Ben. I’m just –” Rey aimed another playful swing and Ben caught it.
“Having fun?” Ben snapped, raising his eyebrows. “Fun that costs a lot money. Just leave my shit alone, huh?”
Rey petulantly jerked the lightsaber out of his grip. She was annoyed at his attitude. He was being such a fucking dick over his stupid toys!
Excuse her. Collectable replica props. Air quotes, sarcasm intended.
“How about you make me?” she replied flippantly, continuing to twirl his lightsaber prop around carelessly.
Anger flashed across Ben’s face and he crossed the room in a flash, knocking the lightsaber out of her hands and to the sofa.
“What the–” Rey began as he yanked the Kylo Ren helmet off her head, tossing it to the sofa next to the lightsaber.
“What the fuck is your probl–” Rey screeched before Ben pushed her against the wall, his hand around her jaw, his towering body pressed against her’s.
Rey was reminded just how enormous he was compared to her. Her jaw just met his collarbone. He had to outweigh her by almost a hundred pounds.
She pressed her hands to the front of his chest to push him away, but something in his eyes stopped her. He had a temper, but he was never violent towards her. No, this was something else. Something…exciting…
A redeemed Ben Solo rushes to Exegol to aid Rey in her confrontation with Emperor Palpatine. To his horror, however, he finds that Rey has turned to the Dark Side as the new Empress of the Sith…
Excerpt
“The ritual begins!” Emperor Palpatine cried out, and the mass of his devoted followers surrounding them responded with a ceremonial chant so loud and deep that the cacophony shook the very ground and resonated within Rey’s bones.
Rey had no choice. Strike him down and take her place as the new Empress of the Sith or watch her friends in the Resistance die. She may become a vessel for the Sith, but at least her friends would live another day. She’d spare them. They were nothing compared to Palpatine’s Final Order anyway.
"She will strike me down, and pledge herself as a Sith!” The lightning in the cavernous cathedral intensified and reflected against the ghoulish Emperor’s milky eyes, as if the ritual itself was producing the effect.
“She will come to me!” Palpatine boomed, and the crowd responded with a collective yell as Rey stepped closer still…
"She will draw her weapon,” the Emperor intoned. Rey’s face was a blank mask. She unhooked the Skywalker lightsaber from her belt.
"She will ignite the blade,” Palpatine continued.
Rey continued to approach. His power was hypnotic. She found herself igniting the lightsaber and raising it, unbidden, against her will.
"And with the stroke of her saber, the Jedi are dead! The Sith are reborn!”
Summary: After Ben SolocatchesRey playing around with his prized Star Wars replica props, he gives her a tough lesson in obedience in this modern au.
Excerpt
After a morning shift at his father and Uncle Chewie’s car shop and an afternoon trip to the gym, Ben went into his man cave for a game of Star Wars Vol. 3, and much to his surprise, he was nearly hit in the face with his Kylo Ren lightsaber.
If it was anyone else, he’d probably rip their head off, but it was Rey. Denim Daisy Duke’s that rode up her ample ass, a white tank top that accentuated her athletic curves, and now from his surprise his to his irritation, she was wearing his fucking Kylo Ren helmet.
“Hey look at me!” Rey giggled as she swung the prop Kylo Ren lightsaber around, her voice muffled by the helmet. “I’m a big git with a laser sword!”
Ben scoffed at her. “Hey! C'mon! Those are expensive! Put them away!”
“Afraid I’m gonna break your toys?” Rey laughed, twirling the lightsaber around, humming the ubiquitous hum of the lightsaber as she did so.
Ben ducked another errant swing of the hard light tube that comprised the red blade. “They’re not fucking toys! They are highly collectable replica props!”
“I’m not gonna break your stupid props, Ben. I’m just –” Rey aimed another playful swing and Ben caught it.
“Having fun?” Ben snapped, raising his eyebrows. “Fun that costs a lot money. Just leave my shit alone, huh?”
Rey petulantly jerked the lightsaber out of his grip. She was annoyed at his attitude. He was being such a fucking dick over his stupid toys!
Excuse her. Collectable replica props. Air quotes, sarcasm intended.
“How about you make me?” she replied flippantly, continuing to twirl his lightsaber prop around carelessly.
Anger flashed across Ben’s face and he crossed the room in a flash, knocking the lightsaber out of her hands and to the sofa.
“What the–” Rey began as he yanked the Kylo Ren helmet off her head, tossing it to the sofa next to the lightsaber.
“What the fuck is your probl–” Rey screeched before Ben pushed her against the wall, his hand around her jaw, his towering body pressed against her’s.
Rey was reminded just how enormous he was compared to her. Her jaw just met his collarbone. He had to outweigh her by almost a hundred pounds.
She pressed her hands to the front of his chest to push him away, but something in his eyes stopped her. He had a temper, but he was never violent towards her. No, this was something else. Something…exciting…
