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[vaderstan]

Ben Solo
Kylo Ren

The protein shakes, where are they?

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GENERAL PROMPTS

Redemption arc: Kylo leaving the First Order. Due to either slow burn reasons (Figuring out holy shit I don't want this) or Immediate Issues That Need Solving (Rey's kidnapped, Hux turns on him, etcetc)

Re-adjusting to life in the light/in the Resistance. Whether it goes smoothly or Rough is up to the situation

Early First Order Days. Especially when Snoke was breaking his Ben Solo identity

Ben Solo Pre-First Order

Ben Solo as the most obnoxious Resistance Member idek

Jedi Hippie camp with Luke

BEN AND HIS FAMILY

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Becoming king of Porgs and other cute creatures and he doesn't understand why

Becoming his father's son

Also being just like his mother

AND ALSO BEING JUST LIKE LUKE

Rey convinces Kylo to come with her and join the Resistance. The resulting tension and rebuilding of trust in him... As well as Jedi training with her

Interactions with his mother, whether it be from the above scenario, or even reaching out through the force

Poe, Finn and the rest of the Resistance reacting to kylo switching sides. Poe hitting on Kylo and having to give him tons of dumb nicknames because Ren only wants his mom and Rey to call him ben

Kylo being a weird Scary Older Brother to the entire Resistance.

Kylo and Anakin. KYLO AND KENOBI

Discussions/threads with Han Luke and Leia- discussion forgiveness and mistakes

Rebuilding the Jedi Order

Post War Threads

Kylo Ren disappears mysteriously from the war after major internal strife causes the downfall of the First Order. Someone comes across Ben Solo in hiding years later

Kylo on Jakku complaining its hot as balls. Look. I don't know. I'm just saying it would be hilarious

Drunk texts are the best don't tell me otherwise

SHIPPY PROMPTS
SHIPS I AM DOWN FOR
Kylo/Rey hands down

If ur sittin there readin this going "Oh no but so many Reys are bugging them I don't wanna be annoying" I don't fucking care TAG ME

Hand touching

I love you. I know.

Forcebond shenanigans. Kylo or Rey reaching out to touch the other while the other one is busy (GOOD SHIT. GOOD SHIT)

Rey getting seriously injured and separated from the Resistance. Her only option is to force time Kylo

Kylo finding Rey on Ahch'to and them fucking around under luke's nose (Forcebond in person who knows)SMUT HUT

FORCEFULLY GIVING REY A BIRTHDAY AND MAKING HER CELEBRATE IT

Snoke tries to kill kylo in front of rey and it doesn't go like he plans

REY IN A GODDAMN DRESS AND KYLO ACTUALLY NOT KNOWING HOW TO REACT AT ALL

CLEANING HER DUMB HOUSE

Forcebond dreaming shenanigans. Especially if Rey or Kylo are stuck in one anothers nightmares.

Rey finding out how bad Snoke really was.

Visiting Ahch'to together

Empress Rey

Empress Rey Working to secretly undermine the first order

Meeting before TFA/in different circumstances

Fighting/sexual tension/beating each other up. u kno

Just re-enact Pride and Prejudice with me

Either one suffering from insomnia and helping the other sleep

Public Sex

Weird DubCon Sex (Rey taking advantage of Kylo I'm freely admitting to my trash)

SHIPS I AM MAYBE ON
Kylo/Poe: I'm not of the fanon that Ben or Poe knew each other as kids. If you want to play that, talk with me first, we'll need to hash out details. If you wanna do hateship, that's fine too. Again. I'd like to be consulted first
Kylo/Hux: This is such a huge maybe it's almost a no. I am not down for fluffy Kylo/Hux. I don't think Kylo or Hux secretly love each other and that takes form in them wanting to murder each other when they walk into a room and see each other. I do not think Kylo wants anything to do with Hux's dick Ever. I only see this happening as Hux taking advantage of Kylo when he's emotionally compromised and unprotected without Snoke keeping Hux in line.
So Kylux is only a "cool lets do it" if you are willing to play out something unhealthy, toxic, with a huge dose of hate and manipulation. Kylo/ANYONE ELSE: Not against pretty much any other ship, but Kylo's a hard dude to ship with for. A lot of reasons. Talk with me first, and I'll see if we can work something out.

CHARACTERS/CROSSOVERS

I'm fine with every and any star wars characters. If you are doing something from the EU I request that you just have enough info in your profile so I know what your character's deal is

AU characters are fine. I'm not really into Gender Bent characters (sorry y'all), again-- I just need info in your profile about the AU (Unless it's discussed w me before hand)

I Herald from disney princess beginnings. Give me all your princesses I think this combo is fucking hilarious

Brienne of Tarth because i'm still laughing about it

God I will add more later. Really just tag me.

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YES

text messages, actionspam, lengthy brackets, prose.

ous/ au/ all us tbh

previous meme or psl continuations / sequels / c&ping a starter i never replied to.

EMOTIONALLY HEAVY BULLSHIT

FLUFF

contact me if i drop a tag you want picked up

Angst

redemption arcs

intense emotionally heavy threads

Smut

general

hurt comfort

Kylo or Rey getting injured

Kylo being a huge fucking brat.

if there's anything you're not sure about, ask!

NO

Rape.

Dull RP.

Taking this character WAY TOO SERIOUSLY.

Me doing the work of moving a scene along

rape/non-con. Especially with Kylo as the aggressor (This can be changed with prior discussion and prior threading)

scatophilia, emetophiloa, necrophilia.

gender/sexuality play.

degradation involving racism or ablism.

power-gaming and ooc dick-measuring contests.

AUs with no information

OCs with no information

Maybe

Dub con

torture

killing

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APPEARANCEINFOHERE

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Mental health

I know everyone and their mom with an armchair psychologist degree wants to diagnose Kylo Ren/Ben Solo with whatever mental illness checks all the boxes. I know Bipolar and Borderline personality disorder are two popular illnesses to cite when it comes to his mental health. Along with a healthy dose of citing him as a sociopath/psychopath. However, I'm not going to be using those illnesses/personality disorders in how I play Kylo. While they fit on paper, I don't believe "what's wrong with him" presents in the correct fashion in canon for any one of the above listed issues.

I believe Kylo Ren/Ben Solo is suffering from: Recurring Chronic Major Depression it could be passed down through their family given what we know of Anakin and what happened with Luke; Post Traumatic Stress Disorder From his force powers manifesting with him having little control over it as a kid, from being sent away to Luke after his mother couldn't handle him on her own anymore, from his father leaving one day and never coming back, from having a voice whispering in his head his entire life, from that voice being a predator who preyed on his weaknesses and molded him into what he wanted Ben to be, from Luke Skywalker holding a lightsaber above his head, from abuse after abuse from Snoke, and probably a Ton more. Abandonment issues stemming first from his parents (And quite probably friends he had who left for whatever reason, or bridges he burned on his own) and then just. The entire force tbh. And abandonment issues is where he gets his unchecked rage, he, in canon, is quite literally triggered into a rage whenever he confronts someone who he felt abandoned him, or when he feels rejected or left behind. Finally he is a victim of Brainwashing and indoctrination from Snoke. Snoke is a narcissist who was using Kylo as a means to an end, it's been stated and shown that he was ready to kill Kylo after the Last Jedi since he had become unbalanced and unpredictable. If you don't agree with what I am saying here (Which is fine :) ), then I suggest you don't play with me. I am fairly confident in this being the way I see and play Kylo.

I play him as having triggers. I won't get into the reasoning behind each one, but i'll specify the specifics which come to mind: Abandonment (Perceived or real), his family, loss of control (Physically, emotionally, mentally, through the force)

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[purpose]

[ She does, in fact, try to hoist him out even as he dismisses her. Refusing to budge, she latches onto his bicep to steady him, only tearing herself away once she's certain he has no intentions of keeling over onto the floor. At the very least, the stims seem to be a success in keeping him upright — though she still hovers behind him while he hobbles to the couch, braced to catch him should he falter. Once he's gotten the rest he's in desperate need of, she won't have reason to worry over his motor function. ]

No. [ With how firmly she states it, it's clear that it isn't open for discussion. He shouldn't be moving from the couch, let alone co-piloting a ship. He might be Han Solo's son, but — there's no but to it. That level of stubborn foolhardiness must be coded into the Solo lineage. ] You need rest. I'll wake you when we land.

[ That's all the implication she needs to give to inform him that she has a destination in mind. Ahch-To is the safest planet she can think of, too deserted and too isolated to capture anyone's attention. An ideal hideout while he recovers.

She's hesitant to leave him as he is, but the cockpit is where she's needed. Without dawdling, she gives him one last, lingering look of concern and disappears into the cockpit to input the requisite coordinates. At some point, she'll have to establish contact with the Resistance and reach out to General Organa; for now, however, she needs to gather her thoughts and get them out of this system before they're detected. ]

[vaderstan]

[ For you, Rey, this man would kill his abuser and tormentor. But you know. There was an entire movie for that. Right now, with her permission, he just collapses on to the couch. It's not comfortable or ergonomic or big enough for his entire hulking size, but-- strangely. It's home.

The ship shudders and shakes around him, he lays a hand down to stead himself as his eyes close and-- a memory of his father yelling at Chewie hits his mind.

At the very least his stomach isn't swirling as much and he's not moving anymore. And-- he'll just hedge in and out of being Here. He'll only relax whenever Rey chills out a bit (Thanks Force Bond Proximity) which will probably be when they finally hit hyperspace. Only then will he fully pass out. ]

[purpose]

[ The jump into hyperspace is relatively uneventful, and the silent lull that follows tells her that they haven't been tracked to the edges of the galaxy. She sags into her seat, releasing a breath she hadn't been aware she was even holding, and... waits. That's all that's left to do, really, and she doesn't feel comfortable slipping into sleep herself when Ben is tucked away on that too small couch, defenseless and coping with the aftereffects of whatever drug is still poisoning his system.

Perhaps it's for the best that he's blacked out and therefore oblivious to the buzz of her comlink. Sucking in a breath to prepare herself, she leans forward in her seat and adjusts their comm systems until the signal is no longer a vortex of static noise.

'Rey?' Leia Organa's voice crackles into the cockpit, sounding skeptical and concerned in equal measure. 'Poe told me you left on a mission I authorized'. It isn't chiding, but Rey still expects to hear notes of disapproval and disappointment. ]

I had no choice. It was an emergency. [ The pause between her sentences is a heavy one. There is no good way to break the news, or to ease the older woman into it. Then again, Leia Organa has always struck her as particularly no-nonsense and to the point; maybe she'll appreciate the direct approach. Whatever the case, it's the only approach Rey has. ] I have your son.

[ Leia's so disturbingly quiet that Rey fears the connection has been dropped, but the comlink crackles back to life with a simple question that has no simple answer. 'How?' Rey pauses, considering. The truth isn't hers to share, and so she settles for a vague, simplistic explanation. ]

He contacted me. I need to know he'll be safe if I return with him.

[ 'We'll have to negotiate the terms of his surrender,' General Organa agrees, and that will have to suffice for now. She comes away from the conversation feeling significantly lighter, off to find Ben once they've landed on Ahch-To's shore after a handful of hours. ]

Ben?

[ Shaking him awake seems most likely to earn her an inadvertent fist to the jaw. Instead, she reaches out to nudge him through the Force, hovering by the arm of the couch. ]

[vaderstan]

[ He's out. Heavily out. Fortunately the only good news about being Kylo Ren is you compartmentalize trauma very specifically. And at the very least Hux isn't someone he trusted--- so when Rey wakes him.. there's no panic. Just confused at first and then looking up like.

Oh right.

Not Sure If Real Rey.

At least there is no killing intent and you know. Last time something like this happened it Was Hux standing above him. Yikes.. At least Rey doesn't know that. ]

Rey.

[ A simple and quiet response that is better than "Am I actually suffering a psychotic break from reality right now?" Cause again


Still needs a full nights rest and a fluffy blanket



And a hug. ]

[purpose]

[ Her exhaustion runs bone-deep, exacerbated not only by her own sleep deprivation but the bleed between their minds as well. Ben's fatigue has transformed into her own, it seems, and Rey has to actively work to stopper their connection to prevent that spillage. Once she's properly collapsed into a cot, it shouldn't be the pressing issue it presents itself as currently, but she continues to look every bit the part of a woman that hasn't slept in a century now that she isn't purely fueled by adrenaline.

And vengeance. Don't forget the vengeance. ]

We've landed, [ she says simply, by way of explanation. But he's chosen to nest here on the couch, and she won't drag him onto land if it means disrupting him further. She can take one of the bunks aboard the Falcon, maybe, within reach if he needs her to lend a hand. ] I can make you a cot in one of the huts, or you can stay here. It's your call.

[vaderstan]

[ Rey. I've discussed this with Ellie already. Get on the same page.

But he's looking at her a bit bleary and confused for a moment. Huts???? He's honestly too tired to dip into her mind and the ramp isn't open so he won't smell the salt in the air. So.. guess the Resistance is just sleeping in huts now.

But that's not the main reason he's confused. ]

Where are you sleeping?

[ And so it begins ]

[purpose]

[ What is that line of questioning? ? She gives him a bemused look, bu her expression softens to understanding eyes and a pursed mouth once realization sets in. He must want to stay within the same vicinity. It's the natural assumption to make after what he's suffered. ]

In one of the huts nearby. I won't be far.

[vaderstan]

[ He's definitely not all there still unfortunately. Fatigue, stress, anxiety-- they all pile as weight on top of him and... He'd Get where they were otherwise. He'd also probably realize that annoying buzzing nudge in the Force is his mother. Rey will probably even feel the movement in the Force around him, but it's just not hitting him quite right yet.

Steps. Small tiny steps. At least Leia will start to comprehend something Terrible has happened. Like Very Terrible.

For now, he's keeping his attention on simple things. Like. Rey doesn't want to sleep on the ship so he doesn't want to sleep on the ship. And he's still blown wide open and compartmentalizing all at once, so get ready for Super Blunt Kylo Ren here. ]

I want to sleep with you.

[ ............

Not like that.


Well yes like that But not like that. ]

[purpose]

[ Wow. What a prime choice of phrasing, made worse by the impression of his mother's presence humming persistently around him. Rey gapes openly, confident she's heard him incorrectly.

Fortunately for all parties involved, his state of mind doesn't take her down a dirty road of imagining what sleeping with her in a less than innocent scenario entails. Even without the misinterpretation, she still feels as though a fuse in her brain has blown. Sharing a bed isn't on her list of usual activities, and she wouldn't even know where to begin. She feels it's obvious that Bad Idea is stamped all across that suggestion for how discomforting it will be for either of them to crawl into a bed together. ]

You don't want that. [ She doesn't sound so convinced of that fact. It lilts questioningly instead, baffled and thrown off-kilter. ] Don't you want privacy? Space that's your own?

[ Someone please appreciate that she wasn't reduced to just blabbing 'what' and only 'what' out of her mouth. ]

[vaderstan]

[ I'm Sorry Rey. But I'm not. I'm not because we all saw this fukkin coming. Except for you. He literally said this earlier. Literally reached out for you earlier. Several times. Lord have mercy upon your soul this is gonna get worse before it gets better. ] You. [ Even in his state of mind it's said resolutely. ] I just want you.

[ Honestly-- It makes sense once one realizes he trusts Rey more than he trusts himself. He doesn't want to be in a room alone by himself right now. Doesn't even want to be in his skin right now to be honest. ]

[purpose]

[ ??? This is sounding more and more like a questionable proposition she should discourage, but she's going to give him the benefit of the doubt that he isn't trying to get her naked. In fact, she wouldn't entertain a suggestive invitation if he even thought to make it. Not how he is presently, still processing and coping with what's been done to him. Her mind very adamantly refuses to dive in that direction, helped along by her obliviousness to his attraction to her. ]

Alright, [ she relents, unable to turn him away in his time of need. Maybe all he needs is a safety blanket, and she represents the security that had been stolen from him. That's what she tells herself, at least, when she moves to try to help him off of the couch his too long legs are dangling from. ] We'll make another cot in my hut. That can be yours.

[vaderstan]

[ ????????????????/// This is such a hard concept for her to grasp but Its SImPLE?

He wants a HUG Rey. He's like that calebcity video about venus fly traps except instead of meat and chewing he wants PHYSICAL AFFECTION and SNUGGLES from someone HE TRUSTS. But she seems. Concerned so He'll just go with it. For now. He's really too tired to argue. Once she pulls him up He'll teeter with her with an: ]

Okay.

[ And Really he's wondering where the fuck they are right now. ]

[purpose]

[ She debates releasing him, but... He doesn't look balanced or sturdy, teetering like a newborn, and she would rather not mop his blood from the ramp they're descending slowly but surely.

Compared to the interior of the Falcon, Ahch-To's sun sears into her eyeballs so brightly that she has to squint as the crest the next small hill. And that's when she sees it, rebuilt anew brick by brick — the same hut that had absorbed the impact of Luke Skywalker's ire. The deja vu is so vivid that she has to pause, ignoring the gawping of the island's protectors.

Predictably, they don't seem too enthused about her return. After a pointed staring session, accusatory in its own right, they scatter and disperse to continue on with their work. Rey, similarly, tears her curious gaze away and ducks into the hut. The interior is much the same as she'd left it; a fire pit rests in the center of the room, joined by a nearly identical bundle of blankets sitting in one corner to create a makeshift cot. Until she has the energy to find the materials to build another, it will have to do.

Leaning forward, she sets him down on top of the blankets with a heaving sigh. ]

You can have the cot. I'll take the floor for now.

[ She's slept in worse places, after all, and curled on the floor of a hut is one of the least egregious. ]

[vaderstan]

[ He's... squinting and realizing and-- even in his weird state he can feel the Force just. Being Sebastian right now, This is their lagoon. He nearly asks her, but--

She knows. He knows she knows. And now She knows He knows she knows that he knows.

The ocean reminds him of Chandrila... and at this moment he can't drum up the bitterness he had for Luke Skywalker, only understanding why he would come here. He'd always found the sound of waves to be peaceful.

He's set down upon the blankets and tries to ignore the looks of the caretakers of the island. He's wearing all black and looking pretty Sith-y after all. And Rey just


Insists on the floor and. He's even more confused like??? Is she mad with him??? He doesn't think so. She keeps insisting he needs space and???

Right. Not fighting now. He'll try this. Sleeping alone thing. It's fine. He's done it for years. Cool. ] You'll be okay?

[ It's soft and-- once again. Still blown wide open. ]

[purpose]

You don't have to worry about me. [ But she's strangely touched that he would spare the energy to fret for her when few others have been so concerned over her well-being. As unnecessary as she believes it is, it hasn't gone unappreciated. The edges to her mouth soften to take on a gentle shape dangerously close to a smile. ] I'll be fine.

[ Cold, but fine. That issue can be remedied with a blanket, anyway. She leans over him to pluck one from behind him — and then another for good measure. The floor might be a familiar sleeping pace, but she doesn't want to chance cracking her skull against it if she rolls over in the middle of the night. ]

Goodnight, Ben.

[ With those parting words, she spreads the fabric out a foot from the side of his cot and slips beneath it, bundling the other blanket to prop beneath her head. ]

Write u a novel.

[vaderstan]

[ She may fall asleep fast but for Kylo-- this time it doesn't come so easily. No draining adrenaline or humming of the Falcon. Also the close but Not Close Enough proximity of Rey. He lays on his back-- and then side. Tries pulling his gloves off and then back on and-- Well then the sun is setting and he can't quite get a good hold on what's bothering him.


Besides the obvious. Everything.

A lot of things.

A lot of things he doesn't want to think about. And lying alone is making it easier to feel Hux's hands on him and--

He's not wandering down that path. So for the moment he'll sit up and quietly step over Rey. He's still exhausted and moving slowly but-- here's where the other thing that's bothering him lay.

This is where Luke chose to die.

He stands outside the hut-- it makes sense that his own from the Jedi Temple would look so similar to it. A few caretakers squawk at him and he bows his head and just tries to move away from them for the moment. Really not wanting to wake Rey with their noise.

He can see the hints, the various clues sticking around that his uncle was here. He sees the panelling from an X-wing, an old compass. A pack that just screamed moisture farmer hick and-- he heaves a sigh as he can feel the force practically tugging him in a specific direction.

He glances back to the hut-- and then where the force is trying to drag him to.

He's not quite ready to return to the too small cot that's cold and lonely and he has a feeling the Force is Not going to let up. He realizes how odd he must look out here in his all black get-up, but it's like he's been here before. Just through Rey.

He's led to a sanctuary eventually and then he turns and looks and--

He knows what he's looking at all at once.

'I'm sorry, Ben.'

Right. This is where it happened. This is where he died. Kylo-- No, Ben approaches the spot slowly, mouth set in a tight line, not with hesitation but something closer to reverence. He pauses before pulling off a glove and setting his hand down to the stone.

It somehow still rings with Luke's presence, he can feel it even now. As if his uncle was standing there with him now.

'I failed you.'

It's echos of his memories and other visions trying to make their way in. He's-- not at all ready for any of that now. It's probably a sign that it is Luke with him that he isn't assaulted. It's a choice for Ben to see what Luke wants him to see now.

The tears, the mourning and grief don't come yet. Emotionally nothing is hitting him yet. Twilight fades and soon he realizes he's lost nearly all the light of the sun, so he picks himself back up and slips his glove back on.

He'd be back.

Once he's made his way back to the hut the stars have just started to show themselves and-- Really maybe his Uncle had just helped him find peace and resolution because he looks at the cot and then he looks at Rey on the floor and.

It's pretty obvious what he wants.

He's not going to risk picking her up, he's not sure if that tiny space would fit them both so. Taking the scant padding from the cot and the blankets and setting the on the ground next to Rey and-- He's getting those cuddles. Laying behind her and putting and arm around her and pulling her close.

Hux's hands are no where to be seen in this equation right now. ]

u know i love small novels

[purpose]

[ Jakku has trained her to respond to a threat at a moment's notice, startled by even the smallest ominous noise, and so his departure doesn't go undetected. She's too light of a sleeper for her not to stir as soon as the door creaks open on squeaky hinges, sending panicked alarms off in her mind. Blearily, her head lifts from the pillow to blink out into the barely lit room — but when she discovers the familiar outline disappearing around the bend of the door belongs to Ben, she falls back to her sloppily made pillow.

Not an intruder, her mind soothes. There's a twisted sense of irony in her relief; she'd been stricken with terror as he'd stalked her through jungle terrain, but the same man she had once dismissed as a monster is the same one that feels comforting. That feels like a sanctuary should when he clutches her to him.

— When he clutches her to him. Wait. She returns to her senses too slowly for mortification to fully overwhelm her at the entangled position they've taken on the floor. Somewhere along the way, it seems she had been pushing back against him in an unconscious desire to generate body heat. Whether it had been successful is open for debate; her toes are solid blocks of ice, but her entire body feels damnably warm where it's tucked into his.

She tries valiantly to ignore that dilemma in favor of another: he could have fled without another word, and she would have been none the wiser. Belatedly, she clings to his arm where it coils around her waist and chains her to him, locking him into place as if she's only just realized how easily he could walk away. ]

You came back.

[ In all fairness to Rey, it's a half-asleep drawl, spoken in that fuzzy space that exists before waking. Come morning, she may not even recall snuggling back against him so eagerly, and murmuring about abandonment. Perhaps it's better that way if she ever hopes to look him in the eye again. ]

[vaderstan]

[ ... She stirs and... she's not pushing him away. Or trying to push him away. Half asleep and possibly delirious but also... accepting.

Maybe.



She is real.

He tucks his head against hers and he realizes he can smell her hair and skin and-- yeah. This sensory overload is acceptable for him. She's nothing like Hux down to the fact that there is no way she uses the same whatever fucking probably minty weird whatever shampoo he probably used. Idk. just looks like a dude who would put Mint Scents into his hair. ]

Where else would I go?

[ He belonged with her at her side.

He pulls her closer and it's probably Luke's presence that helps him open up the bond more, but-- oh goddammit. Your dumb cold feet, Rey. He's just shifting and snagging one of her feet with his boots and tucking them between his legs just. Steal all of his body heat. He doesn't care. Every last bit of him belonged to her as far as he was concerned. ]

[purpose]

[ The whisper of his breath ruffles the errant strands spilling from the unruly bun at the nape of her neck, but nothing is so compelling as the effect it has on her skin. Her throat has gone parched, flushed — a result of sleep, she tells herself, though that doesn't account for the goosebumps that appear along the same path as his heavy exhales.

Rey squirms like she might escape it, but with her foot snared against the inseam of his leg, she's virtually immobile. Well. If she's going to succumb to it, at least she can acknowledge it's the most vividly realistic dream she's had the agony of experiencing. Might as well make the most of it before daylight burns it away and allows shame to take the place of her contented enjoyment of a solid body working to warm her. ]

I don't know. [ It sounds like she hasn't had water in weeks, scratchy and hoarse when she speaks. She feels absurd answering what has to be a specter, a figment created by a lonely mind, but she still twists in its arms to sleepily plead over her shoulder. ] Stay.

[vaderstan]

[ It feels important to note here


He still. Really wants to kiss her.

And this isn't helping right now.

Every bone in his body aches for him to lean forward and close the gap between their lips, but-- yeah considering what just happened. And also the fact that he's not about to kiss her when she's half asleep and won't remember. He holds off.

He tucks his mouth to the crown of her head instead, drowning the urge there with a press of his mouth there. ]

Of course.

[ Not that he had much option now that he was caught in a Rey trap.

And... now finally his mother's presence finds him like an old blanket pulled out of the cupboards for the first time in a while. She's worried about him, and now she's aware something terrible happened. He hopes she can feel he's safe right now. Rey's his own nightlight.




Who stabs his attackers :,) ]

Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up.

[ Honestly feels like he needs to say that and









like we joked about him sleeping for 500 hours but he's going to sleep. Hard.

Thanks Luke. He's apparently being a Force Xanax right now. ]

[purpose]

[ With his permission, she flops back over onto her side with a mmph of acquiescence. The very epitome of beauty and grace, this one is. Especially as the wool blanket begins to collect the drool pooling at the corner of her mouth. It may or may not be an improvement to her behavior if she were more alert, more inclined to keep him awake in some desperate need to catch up for lost time. She's missed him, she realizes — missed the ease of his companionship and the understanding therein. As soon as that revelation dawns on her, she's slipped out of consciousness, perfectly serene.

As it turns out, Ben Solo might be her version of Force xanax.

She's too unaccustomed to being held not to struggle against the cage his limbs create, once or twice in the middle of the night, but she's settled into the routine by morning. On the other hand, being so utterly convinced he's an illusion might have something to do with it. Whatever the case, it's a forgotten theory once she wakes to the stifling heat their bodies have produced throughout the night. Her jacket clings to the sweat glistening at her back, but any and all attempts to roll out of his hold are thwarted by the vice grip he has on her. Groggy, she sniffles and bats at his arm, trying and failing to strip the jacket off any further than her shoulders.

— That forgotten theory? Not so forgotten now. The night comes back to her in disjointed pieces as she peers over her shoulder and confronts the mop of inky hair spread across the floor. She stares, and stares, and stares some more in disbelief — and then puzzlement. She'd told him to take the cot, hadn't he? When had he —

Caught up in her thoughts, she doesn't hear the approaching steps or the rapping knock against their door. It swings open with seemingly no warning as one of the caretakers barges her way in, sending Rey almost leaping out of her skin. ]

Oi!

[ They aren't in any salacious position, but that's not the point. She's not sure what the point is, exactly, only that their peaceful bubble has been popped by the intrusion and she can now no longer curl against him and delude herself into believing it's all an elaborate fantasy. ]

[vaderstan]

[ Yeah, not even caretakers or Rey yelling and jolting awake are affecting him right now. His sleep has been empty and dreamless and even before everything happened that was such a rarity.

Rey really doesn't want to think too hard on the fact that he had stims by his bed-- or that maybe he had been waiting for Hux to betray him, he just hadn't expected it to be... what it was-- or any of it. Thinking on it too hard just means that she'll come to the sad conclusion that this is the most relaxation he's had in one night in decades.


---Again. Even after everything that happened.

Also the Force may be helpign right now. Luke also specifically. Since he's like. The entire reason for the trauma of "HAH YOURE NOT EVEN SAFE WHEN YOU SLEEP ASSHOLE."

So he mumbles something about the floor being fine and presses into her closer, his arm tightening his hold once again and very much Not Actually Waking up. ]

[purpose]

[ She doesn't need to be familiar with their language to understand that she and Ben are now the targets of their scolding. The caretaker that's stumbled across them, quite literally, spends an inordinate amount of time tittering in a garbled tongue and gesturing irately at Ben's boots. Rey's brows pinch together as her expression flip flops, torn between indignation and sheepishness and unable to decide on which emotion to embody. Just as her mouth drops to open, the small alien woman tosses her hands up in a universal gesture of exasperated resignation and stomps her way out of the hut.

All throughout the commotion, Ben hasn't cracked an eye open — not even once. If not for the telling rise and fall of his chest, it would be worrying. To reassure herself, she rotates toward him and splays her fingers across his chest, taking in the thud of his heartbeat as it drums against the flat of her palm. He's solid and alive, she reminds herself, shoulders sagging with slight relief.

She could jostle him awake if she were less compassionate, but the peace radiating from him is a clear indication he's in need of rest. In the meantime, she... needs a shower. A bathroom break if her aching bladder has anything to say about it. A moment to collect their belongings from the ship, including the stash of rations in the Falcon's compartments. They both have to be starved and dehydrated by now; the dry, cotton texture in her mouth informs her of that unfortunate fact. Determined to slip away, she glances down to the band of his arm and plucks cautiously at each individual finger in a careful effort to extract herself from him. ]

[vaderstan]

[ As loathe as his sleeping form is to let go of his human nightlight, the plucking at his fingers and arms is enough to bring forth a grunting noise and he stirs gently. Loosening his grip and rolling away from the pecking fingers.

He's too deep into it to feel "alone" fortunately. For now the peaceful waters of his mind remain still. Fish nuns and trauma be damned.

He dreams of an ocean, vast and churning. He dreams of younger years and sleeping in the Falcon and in between his parents. His uncle telling stories-- and perhaps assuring him it would be alright. The galaxy could wait, he was welcome here. ]

[purpose]

[ Pins and needles assault her legs when she does, finally, wriggle out from under him and stand. That should be her first indication that they've slept throughout the night and well into the day; her second is the brightness of the sun on her skin as she slips surreptitiously outside, squinting up at an afternoon sky. It's become learned habit for her to rise with the sun, unwilling to waste daylight, just as it's instinctual to inwardly panic at having done just that.

The only difference is that she calms within the next set of breaths she takes. Ahch-To isn't Jakku — where time is a precious unit for what can be achieved in the waking hours, and shirking even one hour can make the difference between starvation and satiation. She huffs out a breath through her nose and releases her tension with it, shaking off the reflex as she marches her way back into the Falcon. It's a long trek down to the shore where the Falcon sits like a beached animal, but Ben — without any noteworthy threats on the island, he should go unharmed even in her absence, and she has the nagging sense that he already has supervision. Somehow. She can't understand how she knows that, only that she feels it in her gut.

Regardless of the reassurance that brings, she performs each task perfunctorily and quickly. She doesn't sit beneath the rinse of water for longer than necessary once she's stripped out of that disgusting uniform, and proceeds to pack as efficiently and as hastily as she can: numerous articles of clothing she's collected from the crew's quarters, a healthy supply of rations, three canteens of water. And then it's back to camp, hiking her way along that steep hill once more, to lurk just outside of the rows of huts should Ben ultimately emerge from his ten year nap. ]