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Okay those snippets of your work are amazing. I know what I’m doing this weekend. Already loaded up the page to read all of it. What I’ve seen of your writing and characterisation so far is incredible. Take care!
Thank you! ❤️ I hope you enjoy reading it.
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When the aftershocks have quietened and the tempo of her heartbeat slows, she kisses his fingers one by one and lets him fold her against his chest. His body smells of fresh sweat and sex. There’s a dull throbbing between her legs that’s not entirely unpleasant, and his spend slides off her stomach onto the sheets.
There’s no strangeness in their silence. Just a soft, floating peace.
After a long moment has passed, his fingers thread through her damp hair and comb it gently away from her face.
“Are you… all right?” he mumbles.
“Mmm.” Idly, her fingertips ghost over the scars imprinted in his back. She knows them all by heart. The bond between them hums with contentment; perhaps every single living soul aboard the ship can sense it. Maybe the whole galaxy. The pure, uncomplicated love that rises up within her feels like a gift from the Force itself. “I thought everything would be different,” she murmurs, licking a droplet of sweat from his cheek. “After.”
“Different?”
“Your quarters, for one.” Ben’s sleeper is now cambered slightly head-down towards the deck, one of many casualties of their wanton surges of energy in the Force. His chamber door, which he’d wrenched shut with brute force at some point, buckles outward from the middle as if warped by some internal explosion.
Or – many explosions. Wonderful ones.
He blows out a small laugh. “Nothing is irreplaceable.”
“And… us. Different.”
“How?”
Because there’s no going back from this, she thinks. Because I’m in love with you. Her throat feels as dry as the desert. “I don’t know.”
She isn’t certain Ben’s listening to her thoughts, but his grip tightens around her waist. I don’t deserve… love. You. Any of it.
For #reyloweek, I am sharing some of the images which inspired Higher Ground.
Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16139990/chapters/41319380
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“Rey?”
“Mmm?” Her soft fingertips lazily caress his forearms.
“I want to see you. I want you here. With me. For real.”
Her thoughts are foggy with fatigue; she’s close to dozing off. “Me, too,” she mumbles. “Will you stay with me?”
Always, he thinks, nuzzling her hair. “I’m… I’m not… you’re not really here.”
She yawns. “…just until I fall asleep?”
Kylo pulls her in close, enfolding her tighter until their bodies melt together. She’s so warm, so soft - his only antidote to this cold universe. This is adoration of the sort a man only feels once in a lifetime, and he will claim it for himself at any cost. They stand at opposite sides of a war that has raged for aeons, incarnates of an ancient grudge – yet through some bizarre, inexplicable whim of the Force, she fits perfectly into the circle of his arms.
Holding the woman he has already dreamed about more than he should, he counts her sleeping breaths as they become slow and even. When she disappears, she will take the best part of him with her. She keeps him burning when logic decries that his light should have been smothered out long ago.
After a long time, cozy and peaceful, he lets exhaustion claim him.
He’s not fit to love. He’s a monster. But stars, how he wants to love this girl.
For #reyloweek, I am sharing some of the images which inspired Higher Ground.
Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16139990/chapters/41319380
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She must know what he’ll do to her friends if he has the chance, and that one day he’ll be forced to follow through with the oath he swore to Skywalker on Crait - to destroy her, and all of it.
It doesn’t bear thinking about. His thumb circles the curve of her lips, exploring their softness. Imagining how they would feel under his tongue. If she would taste as phenomenal as she smells.
He leans into her a little. Hesitates.
Tell me to stop.
From her perplexed expression, it’s as though he had spoken aloud.
I’m your enemy.
Rey averts her gaze as he slides one hand into the fall of her hair, tracing soft, lazy circles at the nape of her neck with the other. Her full lips move, silently mouthing his thoughts to herself. Enemy. Her shoulders are trembling, and she’s warm, and she leans into his touch ever-so-slightly. Does she dream of him, the way he does of her?
For #reyloweek, I am sharing some of the images which inspired Higher Ground.
Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16139990/chapters/41319380
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Felling them all with reflected blasterfire isn’t enough. His only regret is that he can not to kill them more intimately. He wants to crush their throats, feel their spines splinter within his grip, strip muscle from bone, split their bellies open on his blade. To feed on their terror and witness that transcendental moment when their eyes glaze over and their souls dissipate into the abyss.
When he senses only a remaining few, still driving forward audaciously amidst the carcasses of their comrades, he lets them come. Beyond the flat desert plain, where the distant dunes touch the sky, yellow sand barrels high into the air in a colossal cloud. It’s like the breath of the gods, come to punish mortals for their sins.
Extinguishing his saber, he returns it to his belt. It’s odd to think he had once known fear - though never incapacitating, and never for long.
As the creatures gallop into view, Kylo reaches out to them with fingers splayed wide and clawlike, feels the dark Force whipping through his veins like liquid fire, and unleashes a maelstrom of electricity from his fingertips. Bolt after bolt knifes from his hands, tearing jagged arcs of lurid white through the dust devils. The sickly-sweet odour of ozone fills the air.
It splinters and crackles as it spears them through.
Screaming, everywhere. Rising smoke, licks of flame, canine creatures in shadow stiffening and collapsing into the sand, seizing and thrashing wildly. The aroma of charred meat, carrying on the wind. Those who survive the initial onslaught are alarmed; anticipating an army, seeing just one man.
He will not relent.
No survivors. No quarter. Lightning forks from his fingers again and again, the whites of his eyes and bared teeth flourescing like glowplates. Kylo roars at their fallen bodies, brutish and unstoppable, like a caged animal finally freed.
The power of the dark side is an illness of which he never wishes to be cured. It hums discordant in his bones, but he grits his teeth, bending the Force to his will. Breaking it.
Every last Bothan perishes in the dust.
For #reyloweek, I am sharing some of the images which inspired Higher Ground.
Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16139990/chapters/41319380
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It’s like blundering straight into the sun.
Or maybe an she’s angel, from the moons of Iego – dressed entirely in white, a leather armband wound across her right deltoid. The girl I’ve heard so much about.
She doesn’t flee. She doesn’t draw her blade. What she does, without a word, is hold out her arms and catch him.
“Rey,” he manages, and the floodgates burst.
Trembling violently, he sags against her and weeps. Tears cascade down his face and ugly, heaving sobs tear from his throat. His knees give way and he sinks at her feet, moving his hands up to clutch her hips like a lover, or a supplicant, or both.
If she were to ignite her lightsaber and spear him through the ribs, he wouldn’t resist. He’d welcome it. Forgive her for it. His broad shoulders shake as she wraps her arms around them and cradles his head against her chest.
Rey’s body is already familiar – but this is the first time Kylo really feels it, lean and muscular against his own. The one perfect thing in his life he hasn’t driven away.
It feels like coming home. The world stops still on its axis. No matter when the end comes, it will be too soon.
She rocks him slowly, letting his tears soak into her tunic.
“I’ll help you,” is all she finally whispers, one hand coming up to stroke his hair, the other rubbing gentle circles into his back.
I’m beyond help, he thinks, knowing that she hears it but drawing her closer anyway. Part of him clings to that tenuous reassurance. Just having her in his arms calls to that last vestige of humanity the darkness has yet to consume.
For #reyloweek, I am sharing some of the images which inspired Higher Ground.
Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16139990/chapters/41319380
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“There’s… too many of them!” Even as the words leave her mouth, Rey knows. She’s wrong.
Beside her stands her mentor and lover, a gamma-ray explosion contained in the form of a man. Eerily calm, his naked fingers brush hers, seeking the spaces between them and clenching. “Not for us. Never for us.”
There’s no name for what they are. Fighting as one, they’re unstoppable. Immovable.
With one hand joined between them, they splay the other toward the onrushing rabble and strike hard with the Force, sending countless thousands flying like dandelion seeds swept up in a cyclone.
For #reyloweek, I will be sharing some of the images that inspired Higher Ground.
Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16139990/chapters/37709762
… They’ve all heard that the grandson of Padmé Amidala survived and would love to visit Naboo. So they prepared the balcony - where the royal wedding once held - for him. The lake and moutains, finally witnessed another secret wedding after decades of quietness.
HIGHER GROUND
[Canon Compliant][COMPLETE][NSFW - Rated E for graphic violence and explicit sexual content]
Set just under twelve months after Episode VIII, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren is mentally unstable and being exploited as a mercenary/assassin for General Hux, while Hux assumes leadership of the First Order - in practice, if not in title. Kylo discovers that the Knights of Ren are plotting to murder and usurp him as Supreme Leader, so makes it his mission to slaughter them all. His one lifeline through his miserable existence is Rey, whom he watches sleeping through their enduring Force bond, unbeknownst to her.
When he is forced to betray the First Order to save her life, Kylo finally summons the courage to reconnect with Rey and finds a new purpose; motivation to properly embrace his leadership and set right the wrongs of the past. But as their passion for each other and his power in the dark side grow, Rey must face the ramifications of fraternizing with the enemy and decide - can she truly love a monster?
Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16139990/chapters/37709762
Thank you @sofondabooks for the mood board!
Skywalkers.
A gift for @/Riri19911 on Twitter, who gave me the idea of this drawing.
The true Skywalker family we deserve.
TROS- Alternate ending
“The Dark Side urged Kylo to fight and destroy, but Rey’s Light was too strong. Attracting him to her. Setting his body on fire. Kylo tried desperately to search the control inside him, but when he closed his eyes, it was Rey who was there. Waiting for him in the darkness behind his eyelids.” 😏
Same Eyes, Different People
Her eyes are full of light and determination. There is something about her which feels familiar, but Kylo is certain he had never met her before today.
His eyes are on fire, warring with the darkness Rey can feel surrounding his aura. Despite her mind telling her it can’t be him, her heart knows the truth. Ben Solo is alive and he’s come back to her.
Thank you to the wonderful @pandacapuccino for this piece! It’s pure perfection! | Please do not repost or remove caption.
Hi! I'm here to tell you that I had such a blast reading "Higher Ground"! After the disappointment that tros was, your book(!) was so welcome, like a breath of fresh air. It's perfect on so many levels: the language (so rich and true to the specific universe), the characters (on point in action and dialogue and oh the love for them!), the plot. It just makes so much sense and is indeed hopeful and uplifting. What an elegant finale to the jedi saga! I read it twice. What a work of art! Thank you.
Thanks so much, passengereve! ❤️ It took a fair bit of research and I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
“A brief sigh of helplessness escaped from Ben’s lips when he pulled Rey against him and settled her in his lap. Tears gathered behind his eyes when he realized the Force no longer lives in that body. He called her: “Rey … Rey …” But as an answer, just the silence in his heart. Now he wept under the weight of his overwhelming guilt. It had all happened because of him.”
“ Home ”
Originally I was planning to share this one later as a part of my upcoming epIX “serie ”…something to bright up these difficult days…Stay strong everyone! 💙
Higher Ground - Epilogue is up. ❤️
Relief. Sheer, bone-deep exhaustion. Euphoria. And above all… magic.
The first whiff of new baby is like a drug. Her skin is velvety-soft. A tiny hand curls into Rey’s breast, nails so sharp they pinch, and she’s making soft snuffling sounds. Her heartbeat thrums like a humming-peeper.
Johanna Solo.
There’s something indescribable about holding this little human she already knows so well but also knows nothing about at all. Giddy with love, she’s not sure whether to cry or laugh. Probably both. This is the best gift Rey will ever receive in her life.
She’s a part of Ben now. Reshaped by him.
Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16139990/chapters/48460940
Or from the beginning, here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16139990/chapters/37709762
All my gratitude to Mark, my long-suffering beta, and everybody in my writers' group for your story-crafting tips, help with linguistics/dialects and obscure canon questions, and tireless moral support. I would have thrown in the towel long ago if not for you guys. Thank you also to everyone who read, kudosed, commented and helped promote this story. I hope we have made you smile.
Credit o0-snowdrop-0o for bottom left image ❤️
