<on third coffee> so yeah the lightsaber belonged to anakin and then luke so it was really fighting itself if you think about it <furiously photoshops> <I’M BEING TORN APART> <I WANT TO BE FREE OF THIS PAIN>
Kylo had felt, felt, the life force of his father leaving Han’s body. Could practically see the light dimming from his eyes. Han had trusted him. Had earnestly believed, after everything, that when Kylo said he needed help, that it wasn’t a trick. And it wasn’t supposed to be. When the son offered the father his weapon, it had been in earnest. Until it wasn’t.
All it took was the press of a button. And then Han’s Light was extinguished.
When Kylo said thank you, he meant it.
And indeed, his spirit was in two. Of Kylo Ren and Ben Solo.
He was dreaming. He had to be.
“This is from the Force,” Kylo assured himself. He himself replied-
Or rather, Ben did-
“So what if it is?”
“Then it isn’t real.”
“Or maybe then it’s even more real that way.”
There were two of him. Kylo Ren in his garb of the First Order. And Ben. Ben Solo, wearing the outfit of a smuggler. His father’s jacket. In their peripheral was nothing.
“This is some kind of sick joke,” Kylo spat, staring at the version of himself that never crystalized.
“If you want to call yourself a sick joke, then yeah, definitely”
Kylo extended his red saber then, finding in no time at all that Ben’s reflexes matched his own. Blue raised right back at him.
Kylo encircled his other self. “I killed Ben Solo,” Ren affirmed. “He’s dead.”
“Dead like his father?”
“Shut up.”
“Why’d you do it?” Ben stared into his soul. “You didn’t want to.”
“Of course I did,” Kylo raged, “He was weak and foolish. He made me weak and foolish. I had to kill it.”
“Yeah, and how did that work out for you?”
“I’ve - I’ve never been stronger.”
“Mhm. Sure seems like it.”
And so Kylo lashed out against the sarcasm, striking heavily with his crossed saber. Ben defended, though was definitely stepping backwards from the onslaught. After one bashing after the other, Kylo spat,
“See?! Even you can’t hold me back. I’ll destroy you. I’ll destroy you again and again until you’re truly gone, until you never rise back up in my-”
Then Ben tripped him.
Literally just tripped him.
With Ren lurching forward, seeing red, all Ben had to do was sidestep and hold out his leg for Kylo motherfucking Ren to fucking faceplant.
Ben held his blue to the back of Kylo’s neck.
“Wow yeah, I’m super impressed. Can you teach me?”
Kylo roared. A push of the Force sent Ben flying back. Ren then readjusted his attack. He’d been too aggressive; he needed more strategy. Couldn’t let the anger get to his head. He needed to fuel his strength through the Dark Side, but at the same time not lose his grip.
Ben deftly turned from the inertia of the blast, landing gracefully on his feet, even chuckling a bit. He thought this was funny?
“For all your accusations,” Kylo wormed, “for you to make me feel like shit - sure seems like you don’t feel so bad in all this.”
“Well, why should I feel guilty? I didn’t do it. That’s your weight to bear.”
“Wow, what a Light Side thing to say,” Kylo’s acid dripped from his chin.
And then Ben’s blue steadily lowered to the ground. His bright eyes lost their luster. And suddenly he wasn’t a thirty-year-old in thief clothes anymore. Suddenly he was some 15 year old kid with ears too big for his head in an ill-fitting Jedi robe.
“I miss Dad,” Solo’s voice croaked from pubescence.
Kylo wretched. He felt like he was going to puke. He was both so angry and so disgusted, and he was going to hurl.
“I’ve missed him every day since they sent me away.” The teenager looked like he was on the fucking verge of tears. Kylo couldn’t have that.
“Fuck you and your dirty tricks,” Kylo screeched. “I don’t miss him. I don’t need him. I don’t need anyone.”
“You don’t need me?”
That cadence. That sound. Kylo spun around. What the hell. It was her. Why was. Why was she here in his head?
“I’ve always been here,” Rey answered, as if she could hear his private contemplations. She looked fresh from Starkiller Base. Rey even had Luke’s lightsaber with her. “Ready to go, Ben?” she said.
“Yeah, sure thing.”
Kylo whipped back around. The sorry excuse for a Padawan was no where to be found. In his place was an adult again, but different this time. Ben was back, though now in the fine clothes of a Senator.
“Ready, my love? My queen.”
In turning attention back to Rey, she appeared in royal makeup and a dress unlike any he had ever seen. The classic red stripe down her lip caught his attention.
Ben walked right passed him, towards her. They aimed to leave.
“WAIT!” Kylo screamed.
When they looked back at him, their appearance morphed yet again. Now they were in Jedi robes only meant for masters. Only meant for those that led in the grand council.
“Rey,” Kylo’s voice screeched. “You don’t… He’s not for you. He can’t help you. Not like I can.”
He blinked again. And now a girl in dark robes took her place. Her eyes seemed blacker. And now she held a saber of her own that crackled in red fury.
“This,” Kylo gasped, “Don’t you know this is what could be?”
Before them was an army. A people. A nation. Beside him she sat on her own throne. Kylo dressed like a king of the night, and she was his empress.
“We could have this,” he kissed her hand. “My doings pushed you out of Jakku. It brought you to me. And I could give you even more.” His eyes razed her.
But yet again there was another change. No more was he speaking to his Dark Side apprentice, lover, ruler. He was speaking to a girl in everyday clothing. The switch to the casual nature surprised him. Rey answered,
“But that isn’t what I want.”
A small child scurried by Kylo’s legs. And then another. A boy and a girl chasing each other, their singsong laughter filling his ears.
“Heyyy!” Ben laughed with him. He wore dirty clothes like that of a farmer. He had blue stains from all the milking he’d just finished. He scooped up the little girl in his arms - “Is someone not doing their chores like they were so politely told?”
“But Daaaad, I don’t want to!”
“Nobody wants to, Leia.”
“Leia?” Kylo gasped. Had that been what they named their daughter?
“You too, Anakin,” Rey scolded. The little boy rolled his eyes.
Kylo broke.
“I… I can’t.”
Rey the ship mechanic replied to him: “Yes you can.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes you can,” replied Ben the calligrapher.
“I can’t,” Kylo yet again replied. Tears began welling at his lids.
“Yes, you can,” replied Leia the daughter.
“No…,” the tears fell. He dropped his saber. It clanked to the ground.
“Yes… you… can,” replied Anakin the son.
And Kylo wept.
He completely crumbled to the floor. The First Order outwear fell away to a simple black sweater and pants.
“I’ve done too much,” Kylo cried between sobs. “Especially after Han. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
And Ben came to him. And Rey came to him. And Leia, his mother. And Akakin, his grandfather.
And Han, his father.
“We just want our son back,” his mother said. “Please. Come home.”
And Kylo woke up.
If he had lost it in the Force dream before, then he was utterly gone in reality.
And a panic struck in him. He knew that he knew. That Snoke knew. Snoke had seen it all. There was no convincing his master after his. His spirit had been split to the bone.
And now it rejoined.
Ben Solo rose from the loneliness of his bed. He rose as one of the last Skywalkers. He rose as a being of the Light. Of the sun. A Jedi. No Sith to be found.
And he was ready.
When he summoned his lightsaber from his bedside, he didn’t even take a double glance at its new color.
He didn’t even have to think about what to do next. When the moment came, he didn’t hesitate.
Whether it was Stormtroopers, the Knights of Ren, Hux, or even Snoke himself. Nothing stood in his way. Even as he lost his right arm and gained more scars than he’d ever dreamed of having, he didn’t stop. He kept pushing. And pushing. And pushing.
Until he was on a TIE fighter with only fire left behind him.
Post-TLJ. Kylo is forced out of the First Order, and Rey catches up with him. He has some interesting information about her parents that will lead her on a quest for revenge. And Kylo will help every step of the way.
Rated T for Teen Chapter 1/? 2.2k words so far
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Kylo’s grip was waning.
After the fiasco at Crait, he heard the whispers behind his back, that which echoed throughout the First Order. It came from no one source; everyone was thinking it: that Kylo was unhinged. A terrible leader. Distracted. Incomplete in his training. Too involved in personal affairs. He’d cost them the victory. Now the Resistance ran free, right when they were in their grasp. He failed. Nothing like Snoke.
Snoke? Did Rey really kill Snoke? And the guards? Alone?
Kylo could feel his army turning on him. He made examples where he could, to reinstate fear, but it wasn’t enough. In fact, it only made them hate him more.
Even sitting alone in his room, he could feel the outside turmoil of the First Order. The rumors and twistings. He was devising what new ways he could arrest their obedience, when she appeared.
I think about how I want you, want you to touch me, To feel your arms around me.
Remembering a time when we were different,
Maybe not fated to be together, but together just the same.
The look in your eyes, the fire, the way they burned for me, your body, your arms holding me tightly as if you were drowning, we both were. Drowning in the moment, in each other, drowning in desire, and we didn’t care. Let us drown, be pulled under, let the current sweep us away, for what better death could there be than this?
But we both knew there would be no death. We were bulletproof, invincible, young and free, not caring about tomorrow or the day after that. Not fearing an end, but seeking everything. Everything the world had to offer was at our feet.
Life went on, we each went on without a second thought. We built our own lives, hoping for permanence, only to tear it all down and try to build again. We suffered losses, and learned the truth; we are going to die one day, we aren’t as invincible as we thought. Our hearts have been torn, rended, broken and we try to fuse the pieces back together, knowing that hearts once torn, can never be the same.
We search for belonging, a home, someone to share the burdens of life with, someone to trust, hoping for healing, hoping for love. What I wouldn’t give to see that look in your eyes again and drown with you.
Sweep me away current, fire and passion. Quench this thirsting in my soul to be loved. Sweep me away and if I drown and die, I will die completed and at peace locked safely in your embrace.
happy christmas adam to all men’s rights activists
Please stop pestering us with things like this. This has nothing to do with men fighting for their rights. Eve is short for ‘evening’. Please don’t turn activism into a joke. Thanks.
Someone isn’t having a good christmas adam
Christmas Adam: December 23rd. Comes before Christmas Eve and is generally unsatisfying.
Having just escaped her captors, Rey had blindly bolted off into the forest when she stumbled and found herself tumbling down a steep ravine. The free fall seemed to have gone on for a long time, with everything moving in slow motion. When she finally came to a stop her body was reeling with dizziness and nausea.
Had she hit her head? She lie there for a moment in the snow, willing her head to stop spinning. Her breathing was hard and she tried to slow it and catch her breath.
It was then that she heard the growl.
Her eyes snapped open and she struggled to sit up. Her vision was blurred. A dark figure, loomed over her. It seemed to be a large animal of some sort.
Heat radiated from it. She scrambled back and desperately tried to make out the figure that seemed to dwarf her size, but to no avail. It was then that she heard the voice.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.”
The voice seemed like it was inside her own head. How could that be? She must really have hit her head hard.
“Hello?” She whispered.
Her voice sounded much farther away and smaller than it should have.
“Yes little one, I am here. Did those men hurt you?”
“Uh they tried, but I got away..”
She didn’t finish her sentence because she could sense the rage emanating from the dark form. It’s body trembled as he took in a few heaving breaths.
“Wait here.”
She felt the form leave her. It sounded like he was running away from her. She heard screams in the distance as she shivered in the snow, still unable to see properly.
A short while later, the figure returned, but it seemed different, more like a man.
“Are you there?” she asked warily
“Yes, little one. I have returned. Those men won’t harm you again. Come, let us get you home.”
Somehow his presence soothed her. Home?
She had no home.
“I uh..”
As if reading her mind, he responded to her thoughts.
“I am Lord Ren. You are welcome to stay with me here. This is my home. It is where you belong.”
The authority in his voice left no doubt as to the truth of this statement.
He gathered her up in his arms and covered her with a heavy fur-lined cloak as he carried her to his carriage.
Her thoughts were tumultuous, she was afraid and in shock. This would not do. There would be time to ease her mind later.
She was here, that was all that mattered. He had waited an eternity for her, this beautiful vision from his dreams, his one and only true mate.
Right now she needed to sleep and heal.
He waved his hand over her face.
“Sleep.”
Rey’s body relaxed as she fell into a deep sleep.
A few hours later Rey floated in between sleep and waking. She felt so safe. She sensed that she was moving, riding in a carriage.
A warm cloak surrounded her and a heavy arm held her. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the warmth radiating from his body.
He smelled good, like the forest and spices and home. She never wanted to leave here. This was home.
What a beautiful dream…..she thought. I never want to wake up. I could stay here forever.
A chuckle rumbled underneath her head as Lord Kylo Ren heard that thought.
“Indeed you shall little one, indeed you shall…forever.”
This night, he reclined in his chair by the fire with his newly found treasure nestled against his chest. He tightened his hold on her waist and stroked her hair as he took in her scent and marveled at how tiny she was, how her light breathing reminded him of a fragile creature of the forest.
Reblogging because Chapter 3 is up…..
Descent Chapter 3 is up
Need you… need to be near you… need to touch you…
His voice seemed to be whispering into her mind, just on the edge of her consciousness.
It should have frightened her, but it didn’t. It made her skin feel hot and tight, made her heart race. it made her feel….
This night, he reclined in his chair by the fire with his newly found treasure nestled against his chest. He tightened his hold on her waist and stroked her hair as he took in her scent and marveled at how tiny she was, how her light breathing reminded him of a fragile creature of the forest.
Having just escaped her captors, Rey had blindly bolted off into the forest when she stumbled and found herself tumbling down a steep ravine. The free fall seemed to have gone on for a long time, with everything moving in slow motion. When she finally came to a stop her body was reeling with dizziness and nausea.
Had she hit her head? She lie there for a moment in the snow, willing her head to stop spinning. Her breathing was hard and she tried to slow it and catch her breath.
It was then that she heard the growl.
Her eyes snapped open and she struggled to sit up. Her vision was blurred. A dark figure, loomed over her. It seemed to be a large animal of some sort.
Heat radiated from it. She scrambled back and desperately tried to make out the figure that seemed to dwarf her size, but to no avail. It was then that she heard the voice.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.”
The voice seemed like it was inside her own head. How could that be? She must really have hit her head hard.
“Hello?” She whispered.
Her voice sounded much farther away and smaller than it should have.
“Yes little one, I am here. Did those men hurt you?”
“Uh they tried, but I got away..”
She didn’t finish her sentence because she could sense the rage emanating from the dark form. It’s body trembled as he took in a few heaving breaths.
“Wait here.”
She felt the form leave her. It sounded like he was running away from her. She heard screams in the distance as she shivered in the snow, still unable to see properly.
A short while later, the figure returned, but it seemed different, more like a man.
“Are you there?” she asked warily
“Yes, little one. I have returned. Those men won’t harm you again. Come, let us get you home.”
Somehow his presence soothed her. Home?
She had no home.
“I uh..”
As if reading her mind, he responded to her thoughts.
“I am Lord Ren. You are welcome to stay with me here. This is my home. It is where you belong.”
The authority in his voice left no doubt as to the truth of this statement.
He gathered her up in his arms and covered her with a heavy fur-lined cloak as he carried her to his carriage.
Her thoughts were tumultuous, she was afraid and in shock. This would not do. There would be time to ease her mind later.
She was here, that was all that mattered. He had waited an eternity for her, this beautiful vision from his dreams, his one and only true mate.
Right now she needed to sleep and heal.
He waved his hand over her face.
“Sleep.”
Rey’s body relaxed as she fell into a deep sleep.
A few hours later Rey floated in between sleep and waking. She felt so safe. She sensed that she was moving, riding in a carriage.
A warm cloak surrounded her and a heavy arm held her. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the warmth radiating from his body.
He smelled good, like the forest and spices and home. She never wanted to leave here. This was home.
What a beautiful dream…..she thought. I never want to wake up. I could stay here forever.
A chuckle rumbled underneath her head as Lord Kylo Ren heard that thought.
“Indeed you shall little one, indeed you shall…forever.”
Reblogging because my brain won’t let me not write this fanfic to completion…
Having just escaped her captors, Rey had blindly bolted off into the forest when she stumbled and found herself tumbling down a steep ravine. The free fall seemed to have gone on for a long time, with everything moving in slow motion. When she finally came to a stop her body was reeling with dizziness and nausea.
Had she hit her head? She lie there for a moment in the snow, willing her head to stop spinning. Her breathing was hard and she tried to slow it and catch her breath.
It was then that she heard the growl.
Her eyes snapped open and she struggled to sit up. Her vision was blurred. A dark figure, loomed over her. It seemed to be a large animal of some sort.
Heat radiated from it. She scrambled back and desperately tried to make out the figure that seemed to dwarf her size, but to no avail. It was then that she heard the voice.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.”
The voice seemed like it was inside her own head. How could that be? She must really have hit her head hard.
“Hello?” She whispered.
Her voice sounded much farther away and smaller than it should have.
“Yes little one, I am here. Did those men hurt you?”
“Uh they tried, but I got away..”
She didn’t finish her sentence because she could sense the rage emanating from the dark form. It’s body trembled as he took in a few heaving breaths.
“Wait here.”
She felt the form leave her. It sounded like he was running away from her. She heard screams in the distance as she shivered in the snow, still unable to see properly.
A short while later, the figure returned, but it seemed different, more like a man.
“Are you there?” she asked warily
“Yes, little one. I have returned. Those men won’t harm you again. Come, let us get you home.”
Somehow his presence soothed her. Home?
She had no home.
“I uh..”
As if reading her mind, he responded to her thoughts.
“I am Lord Ren. You are welcome to stay with me here. This is my home. It is where you belong.”
The authority in his voice left no doubt as to the truth of this statement.
He gathered her up in his arms and covered her with a heavy fur-lined cloak as he carried her to his carriage.
Her thoughts were tumultuous, she was afraid and in shock. This would not do. There would be time to ease her mind later.
She was here, that was all that mattered. He had waited an eternity for her, this beautiful vision from his dreams, his one and only true mate.
Right now she needed to sleep and heal.
He waved his hand over her face.
“Sleep.”
Rey’s body relaxed as she fell into a deep sleep.
A few hours later Rey floated in between sleep and waking. She felt so safe. She sensed that she was moving, riding in a carriage.
A warm cloak surrounded her and a heavy arm held her. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the warmth radiating from his body.
He smelled good, like the forest and spices and home. She never wanted to leave here. This was home.
What a beautiful dream…..she thought. I never want to wake up. I could stay here forever.
A chuckle rumbled underneath her head as Lord Kylo Ren heard that thought.
“Indeed you shall little one, indeed you shall…forever.”
Posting this Adam Crack. You can put his face on your mug or bedspread. Everything is 20% off right now. Only posting because, well It’s Adam f’king Driver. There can never be enough Adam.
Ben Solo was the epitome of an Alpha Male. Tall and strong, with a body that looked like Michaelangelo’s David, carved out of solid marble. He was solid and in control, commanding respect by his very presence. He had proven himself to be a lethal killing machine in Iraq. His new job at NYPD SVU, put him in touch with his nuturing side, especially toward women that had been abused. He could never understand how someone could harm their own mate, when all he had ever dreamed about was finding his.
Hey guys. This is my entry for the FB AO3 Challenge. I spun Modern AU crossover.
Reblogging because I’ve decided to add a few more chapters. Chapter 2 is up on AO3 and Wattpad.
Sample:
His scent was everywhere. He smelled like the forest and copper and something uniquely his own. The smell of home. She had waited for this man, fought off a barrage of pushy Alphas. She was glad she did.
She wanted more than anything to smell like him, so that she was more his. She rubbed her cheek on his neck and placed a tiny kiss on the scent gland just below his ear. She was shocked by the jolt of pleasure that surged through her body.
Ben Solo was the epitome of an Alpha Male. Tall and strong, with a body that looked like Michaelangelo’s David, carved out of solid marble. He was solid and in control, commanding respect by his very presence. He had proven himself to be a lethal killing machine in Iraq. His new job at NYPD SVU, put him in touch with his nuturing side, especially toward women that had been abused. He could never understand how someone could harm their own mate, when all he had ever dreamed about was finding his.
Hey guys. This is my entry for the FB AO3 Challenge. I spun Modern AU crossover.
Reblogging because I’ve decided to add a few more chapters. Chapter 2 is up on AO3 and Wattpad.
Sample:
His scent was everywhere. He smelled like the forest and copper and something uniquely his own. The smell of home. She had waited for this man, fought off a barrage of pushy Alphas. She was glad she did.
She wanted more than anything to smell like him, so that she was more his. She rubbed her cheek on his neck and placed a tiny kiss on the scent gland just below his ear. She was shocked by the jolt of pleasure that surged through her body.
The more he tried to figure out what it was, the more intensely his head pounded.
He braced himself against the door frame as dizziness swamped him.
Kriff.
Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of despair. This was important. Something had happened, something extremely important, and yet he couldn’t remember it…..
It had been six months since Ben had claimed his True Mate Rey aboard his father’s sea vessel, The Millennium Falcon.
Rey still couldn’t believe how fast the time had gone. She had gotten pregnant immediately, just as Leia had said she would. Suppressants didn’t work on Royal blood.
She gazed down at her handsome prince, the North American Pack Alpha. She knew he would be a doting father, but hadn’t realized that he would want to spend every waking moment touching her bare belly and talking softly to his babies growing inside.
He often fell asleep on her lap like this in the middle of a sentence, but Rey didn’t mind. He was everything she could have hoped for in a Mate and much much more.
She twirled his dark locks between her fingers as she drifted off to sleep herself…..
Modern Neighbors AU. A troubled Ben moves next door to a lonely Rey … the longing, the angst, the past trauma, in a quiet neighborhood with front porches and manicured lawns.
Modern Neighbors AU. I scrolled past a mood board post for this fic yesterday, I’m reccing it today. Lovely apartment neighbors one shot to get lost in for a morning. Ben keeps waking up to find his neighbor Rey asleep in his bed …
Modern Roommates AU. Delightful, with depth. This is one of my favorite Reylo authors, angharabbit consistently delivers delightful fics with depth. the name of the fic has humorous cheekiness in delivery, while keeping a smile on your face as you read, then hitting you with the emotional introspection at the end.
Modern Neighbors AU in the Amnesia & Holiday Trope. Rey may be responsible for her attractive neighbor’s current amnesia, to assuage her guilt she’ll just have to take care of him until he is better …
Modern Apartment Neighbors AU with Accidental Anonymous Sexting. When Rey accidentally receives a sext meant for someone else, she’s too intrigued not to text back …
Modern Apartment Neighbors AU within the Fake Relationship Trope. Rey and Ben keep “saving” each other from awkward situations by pretending to be in a relationship, it keeps happening over and over, it’s almost as if they are in a relationship …
