KYLO REN

dependent kylo ren.i will make them proud, or afraid. i am the FIRE i am burning b r i g h t e r . ROARING like a storm. screaming like a siren ALIVE and b u r n i n g brighter.

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firecrqtch.

The redhead wasn’t quite aware which house he had woken up in, all he knew was that he couldn’t find his medication. However, he was too hungry and hungover to care so he slithered downstairs to the kitchen with a pounding headache. Not even for a second did he question how he had ended up in that particular house, since he couldn’t remember a single bit from the previous night. While he was making himself some breakfast, he wasn’t surprised by the fact that someone else was there. After all, dozens of people were living in his house. “You want some breakfast?” He asked politely, even though he wasn’t in the best of moods, having decided that he needed to make some friends around here.

                    he makes a noise low in his throat as he sits, his fingers pressed to his temples. already ren is in casual military dress, getting ready for another day at base with his fussy --- boss? person, who knew what hux ( or anyone else for that matter ) classed as these days.       “ you don’t have to. thanks. if you’re willing though, can you push that carton my way? ”     he waggled a finger towards the orange juice.      “ force sake, there weren’t any fruit in my life for the longest time but the people of this world? why, orange juice in paper boxes, at least things are sweet here. ”      kylo ren has a --- massive sweet tooth.

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( starter called ;; @moosewnchester )

                     his brows press together. ren looks at the other man and then at the television. with the world being so different from his own he’s confused by what’s playing.      “ what are you watching? ”

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( starter called ;; @ofmicks )

                    ren glances back from what he’s working on --- he has a laptop now, and glances tiredly at the man nearer to the counter than he is.       “ hand me one of the bags of crisps? ”      he asks, plucking an ear bud out.

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scruffylookingrebel.

“No such thing as Star Wars day.” Han was still in a place of permeant denial when it came to him being fictional. “And I’m utterly disappointed that they’d wear your mask. You think they’d know that the mask only causes pain. Plus Vader’s looked better.”

                         there’s a pause and ren throws him a look.       “ because vader’s mask, and the years of tyranny and all of what’s associated with --- that isn’t pain, ”      he nods and looks at the tv, a little frustrated.      “ i’m the only one who finds it funny, aren’t i? ”

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( starter called ;; @scruffylookingrebel )

                     ren sits next to his father purposefully, casting a look the other man’s way as he crosses and uncrosses his legs.      “ so, hux didn’t find it funny. but did you know yesterday was star wars day? i saw children running around in my mask. closest i’ve ever come to wanting children of my own. ”

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( starter called ;; @rcyiisms​ )

                    he doesn’t want the conflict he’s well aware is coming. his muscles tighten ( ren forces them to relax ) at the sight of her alone. to say that he and the smuggler don’t get along is like saying han solo dabbled in petty crime. but he’s been here long enough to know there is such a thing as a TIME & place. so --- instead of drawing his lightsaber, pushes a container a frozen yogurt across the cabinet.      “ try it. it’s cold. you lived on jakku. ‘frozen’ must be rare. ”

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      smol~~ starter call for kylo ren.

      it is the humblest of starter calls, and these will be short starters because he --- needs people to traumatize/befriend. i’m also currently running with sith!kylo so he’s ~~ basically the same. but w/ more frozen yogurt.

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@carcful.

             his head turns, green orbs narrowed before his attention returns back to the tablet in his hand, continuing down the hallway. ( the technology is hardly as advanced as what he’s used to, but it’ll have to do. )           “there are people around, ren,”     came his reply after a moment. he kept his tone neutral rather than let his annoyance be heard.     “besides, even if that were not the case, we are at work and that is hardly professional. now, i knowyou hardly care about that, but i am still the general here and things must be a certain way. now, is that all you need??”

          to many of the soldiers ren's all anger and long lashes, he's not surprised that they don't fear him here. here, hux is the scary one and ren is just another commanding officer -- another face in a long procession of men that they all seem to think exist just to piss them off. and to hux, he's sure he's just long hair and sticky lips. they have a taste for junk food, combined they there. even if hux denies it there are kitkat wrappers and the like in their trash, which ren only barely likes. it could be worse though. there a very real chance it'll be worse soon but ren's doing his absolute best to ignore that. he’s anger and long lashes, long hair and sticky lips. if it suits him to be those things, not a dangerous whip of a man he’ll be those things. anger, lashes, hair, and lips.           " let me in the interrogation room, "   ren says. he wonders ( idly ) if hux notes the progress in his tone, sure it's phrased as a demand but his voice is honied, near sweet. ( is it manipulation if both of you acknowledge it as as such? ) hux is smaller than he is and he likes it that way, coming behind him to set his hand ( fingers splayed, he makes it sexual, he’s not even sure how ) on the other man's shoulder.   " there aren't people here, right now. and i know you'd never allow cameras in your own office, hux. we could kiss there. i have things i want and i have ways to give you what you want, what's one DEAD soldier? "     one dead soldier’s started wars before but ren doesn’t know, doesn’t care. military history in their own time and place had been boring to him, here he was practically oblivious. world wars, nazis, he vaguely got it. he was positive he could convince the other man.

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Han: No. I'm talking about the other pain in my ass. You're not the only one I have.

Han: I'm not trying to do drunk texting good.

Ren: What other pain in your ass are we talking about here?

Ren: I don't know why you're drunk texting me at all. I assumed this was something that people who knew and liked each other did.

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[text] Be careful. ( from wanda )

( text me!! ;; accepting. )

[ text → wanda ]: i’d say i always am, but that’d be a lie. don’t worry though. these modern military excursions are only for training and they rarely get out of hand. i’ll be safe. you be safe too.

@shesweiird

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[drunk text] I hate him but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol.

( text me!! ;; accepting. )

[ text → the smuggler formerly known as “dad” ]: are you talking about me, too me?[ text → the smuggler formerly known as “dad” ]:  i’m pretty sure even i can do drunk texting better than you if so.

@scruffylookingrebel

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what's your favorite thing about this galaxy?

                    his lips press together thinly, in thought.      “ the food. it must be a boring answer but food on star killer and then at the jedi-temple before it —- basically for all of my life since leaving my mother’s relative luxury, has been very basic. minimal. jedi aren’t supposed to seek pleasure and while there was a small budget for personal items assigned to us by the first order, most of the food was intentionally the same across ranks as not to dishearten the lowest dregs of our ranks. having the access and ability to spend a wage the way that i like is very new, and very welcome. ”

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(insp.)

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so faith, who plays hux, and i are casually having ren and hux text each other and ren is shopping and they got to talking about more serious things and i feel like these quotes explain the character i’m playing:

“Shut up. Rice krispy treats might be the best thing on this force forsaken planet.” “You're telling me Lt. Dipshit that I force choked on the daily had to murder someone?” “This is life now. I'm sitting in ASDA eating chips and plotting high treason.”

and i just.

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carcful.

                 perhaps there’s a brightness in his eyes that hadn’t been there moments before those words had been spoken. is this really all it took to have kylo ren, feared master of the knights of ren, to do what he asked? if so, then this was certainly going to be easier than he had first assumed it would be. he’s delighted by the words — by the idea of ren destroying any who dare set foot in his path. there’s a small grin on his lips before he speaks.        “oh no, i would rather enjoy you destroying those who crossed my path. the sight of you doing so, well, i’m sure you know exactly where i’m going with that.”       he closes his eyes for a brief moment, a shiver running through him. if questioned, he’d certainly deny such a thing         “i’m a man that enjoys a challenge. and you, ren — you are certainly worth the challenge.”       hux knew how powerful kylo ren was. he’d seen it with his own eyes on countless occasions.         “no. i don’t discard such lovely little weapons, ren. and you would be the loveliest of them all.”    easy words to say when one wanted something. hux knew how to speak — knew just exactly what to say to get what he desired in any situation. it was one of the reasons he had gotten so far in the first order so quickly. green orbs darkened ever so slightly with desire as they roamed over ren.       “i want y o u.”

        these were extraordinary circumstances. without an anchor he’d go back to the light and hux was the man most fitted to the job even without the sexual attraction that innately pulled kylo towards him. they’d been drawn together years ago, across a bar when ren was barely more than a teen with ears too big for his face giving over zealous kisses. and who was hux to complain about a prize that had been easily won, for once something with kylo was easily won, a first with the man. he doesn’t say to it though, doesn’t let the general know that he’s been half-listening to the sway of his thoughts.   “ a first. wanting me, ”   like it was an old joke, like they hadn’t been half in tumult for years because of the little ( and not so little ) things they each wanted. like there hadn’t been bloody kisses pressed against their respective skin. ren wants hux. just as much as hux wants him. he craves power too.   “ you want me, take  me. otherwise you’ve gone through a lot of set up with very little reward. that’s the liberty you want, isn’t it? me, at your beck and call, lapdog of the supreme leader -- i know the unkind thoughts you’ve had every moment i’ve irritated you and still -- ”   and still you breath. his wrists strain a little ( he can feel how easy it’d be to break out of these cuffs but he wants hux to have the power right now ) against the metal and his shoulders push up, shoulders gently rolling back and drawing a pained little his.

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