She was an illness he could not escape. An infection that would not heal, no matter what bacta he spread over the open wound that connected his soul to hers.
Her name was Rey. And, despite that coarse, rough exterior; despite the anger that cascaded off her flesh in waves of Darkness, she was nothing more than a scared little girl living in the shadow of a half-decayed man too large to contain.
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Mar 24, 2023 • 19 tweets • 4 min read
It was her thoughts that awoke him.
Though the cold absence of her body was half-registered in his dreamless slumber, the tumultuous churning of Rey's research pulled Ben fully from sleep and into wakefulness.
Watching her as she pored over yet another text.
1/18
"It's been on Jakku?" The man rolled his eyes. "I bet the quadex core is full of sand."
"I cleaned it out!" Rey scoffed indignantly. "I did all of the repairs, I stopped the power core from overheating, and I bypassed the compressor! It's mine, and you need to leave!"
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Dec 20, 2022 • 10 tweets • 2 min read
cw // Tricia
"Why do you keep doing this?"
Dropping the duffel at his feet, Ben knelt, his focus determinedly away from Rey as he rifled through his belongings.
He said nothing. Her reference to his nonchalance dug deeper than he could ever let her know, slicing through the sinew and bone of his chest to wrap clawed hands around his heart.
He didn't want to leave her. But what choice did he have?
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Nov 28, 2022 • 26 tweets • 5 min read
CW // Tricia
It had been two-hundred-fifty-nine days, thirteen hours and forty-six minutes since he'd slipped from her arms and disappeared beneath her fingertips.
Since she'd sat on the floor of Exegol's Cathedral, clutching a sweater still warm from his body, and sobbed.
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It had been two-hundred-fifty-nine days, twelve hours, and fifty-eight minutes since she'd been able to peel herself from the floor, knees weak and body thrumming with energy that did not belong to her.
The walls above were collapsing, raining debris like tears on her cheeks.
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Aug 22, 2022 • 9 tweets • 2 min read
// nsfw
"Hush," he whispered, fingertips crawling carefully down the length of her body. Leaving scars that seared straight beneath her skin, imprinting the poetry of his touch on her bones. "Stay quiet for me, sweetheart."
A whisper floating up from the duracrete hangar. Low, hushed tones not meant to reach the ears they did not realize were lying just a few meters above their conversation.
Rey had been hiding.
It seems her friends were hiding, as well.
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She can almost envision the way Finn's jacket scrunches up with his shrug. The movement of leather and haphazardly stitched material as he leans toward a noncommittal almost-agreement.
"Must be hard, you know?" he responds. "Finding out you're related to absolute evil."
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May 31, 2022 • 4 tweets • 1 min read
All of these people complaining about Ingram Moses's portrayal of Third Sister seem to know nothing about the creation of the Inquisitors.
How most of them are former Padawans that were either abandoned or had to watch their Masters and peers get tortured and slaughtered.
How they were torn apart and put back together again, over and over, until they lost limbs and Light and sense of self.
How they were forced to torture their former classmates and friends.
None of them fell to the Dark, they were forced into it. Into fealty and hatred and rage.
May 17, 2022 • 13 tweets • 3 min read
"It's impossible, isn't it?"
She's nearly asleep when the bond connects, drowning out the dull humming of the Falcon in favor of amplifying the smooth satin of his voice.
Rey considers ignoring him. Turning onto her side and feigning the sleep she'd so nearly grasped.
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But there's something there, on his end of their tether. An echo of something she can't quite identify, like a voice swallowed behind the erected walls he's been building since that day on the Supremacy.
So she asks, "What is?"
"Killing your past," he answers.
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May 8, 2022 • 16 tweets • 4 min read
// implied dubcon
"Get off of me!" the girl shouted, jerking her body until both of the men holding her captive nearly lost their grip.
Kylo watched, bemused, as they dragged her into his quarters, kicking her legs out in attempt to disrupt their progression.
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"The girl I've heard so much about," he spoke, and only then did she seem to notice his presence.
The fight drained from her small frame all at once, forest-green eyes widening in alarm as he sat, unbothered, in the booth that acted as a throne.
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May 6, 2022 • 14 tweets • 3 min read
// NSFW, c0ckwarming
"Shhh, cyar'ika, keep still," Ben whispered, running soothing fingertips down the length of Rey's spine. The gesture sent a ripple effect through her body, making her flesh break out in goosebumps as she shuddered.
"Good girl," he said when her body remained still, his end of their bond humming in satisfaction. The compliment made her body clench, and Ben's chest rumbled with a chuckle.
"Maybe I spoke too soon," he murmured. "But you're not doing it on purpose, are you?"
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Apr 25, 2022 • 9 tweets • 2 min read
"Join me."
The acrid stench of burning flesh. The suffocating heat of fire. The fluttering of ashen debris as it pirouetted through the recycled, sterile air of the throne room.
Black leather reflecting the flames as they danced across a hand outstretched. 1/8
Thoughts swarmed as a desperately craved future danced behind her eyes.
The horizon.
The green foliage.
Her own hand reaching, finding the soft, bare skin of his after mere inches.
Yet Ben – this Ben, this current replication of her dream – was asking for miles.
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Apr 22, 2022 • 15 tweets • 3 min read
// NSFW, virginity kink
Plutt had been unable to pay his land tax.
When Lord Solo, hand of the King, had come to collect their yearly taxes, Plutt had groveled on his knees for mercy. He'd attempted to trade trinkets and Rey's mother's jewelry. He'd begged and pleaded.
1/15
In and out in the middle of October – no one would ever know she was here.
In hindsight, the warmth of the cabin should've been indicative of something. The shirts lying over the back of an armchair, the embers of a fire still smoldering in the hearth.
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Apr 13, 2022 • 14 tweets • 3 min read
"Do you swear?"
Kylo - Ben - gave a perfunctory nod. An acquiescence of the promise they'd proposed together just a few weeks prior.
When she'd asked, "What do I have to do to make you stop hunting my friends?"
For all she always insisted on being a homebody, Rey's streak of daring managed to stretch at inopportune moments.
Weeks of quiet suddenly interrupted at 3AM when she'd been up researching the best views of the city, shaking him awake and insisting they see it then and there.
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