Hello everyone! Sorry for the long wait! I got a bit caught up with work and had a period of writer’s block, but I tried to power through and finish this chapter up as fast as I could!
Hopefully it isn’t too all over the place. Feedback is greatly appreciated!
Please, if you haven’t read this post, do so. This story in its entirety is experimental for me and I’d love to hear what you guys think of it.
That being said, here’s Kylo’s chapter one. Finally.
:)
Long ago and far away, in a village high on a mountaintop, two identical baby boys were born.
One was born a prince, and the king and queen were overjoyed to finally have a son of their own. Prince Kylo Ren would have only the finest.
The second child was named Clyde Logan. His parents loved him just as much as the king and queen loved their son, but they were worried. Clyde already had a brother and they were becoming poorer by the second. They had no idea how they were going to care for their growing family.
Many years had passed and soon enough both boys grew into the men their parents dreamed of. Kylo became a respectable prince, while Clyde worked long and hard as a tailor for the spiteful Madame Grayson.
With lives so different, it’s not surprising the prince and the pauper never met. But fate always rules otherwise in stories like these.
It began at the royal mines where miners had told the widowed Queen the horrible news — the kingdom’s gold was all gone. The small kingdom was now bankrupt, indebted to the larger countries surrounding it.
She had little choice. Her most trusted advisor Snoke had been away on business and something had to be done right away.
It came to her immediately, as if it weren’t her own thought at all. She had heard of a nearby royal family searching a husband for their princess.
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“We are late!!” Fast faced footsteps seemed to always be accompanied by sounds of frustration when it came to Phasma.
“You have 20 minutes — 22 maximum — to finish your fitting,” she flicked her thumb through the small list in her hand. “Then you have your lessons with your tutor from two to six. And then..”
Her voice always tuned itself out in the Prince’s mind. He was always so preoccupied with his thoughts that it wasn’t sure that he had even heard Phasma’s rant to begin with.
His mind always followed the same line in one way or another — to have one day just to himself. No one to tell him what to do or when to do it or how. Kylo wondered what is was like to be free, away from the castle, away from Phasma, and most of all, away from the idea of the upcoming wedding.
The wedding. He dreaded the very thought.
It’s not that he didn’t like the neighboring princess. It was the opposite actually, he found her very sweet and pleasant, and she certainly was pleasing to the eye, just not his. Another girl caught his gaze.
If he could just lift his head up ever so slightly, he could see out to the garden from his place up on top of the tailor’s box. And there you were, standing near a blooming rosebush with a book placed firmly in your grasp. Your brows were furrowed as you eagerly penciled in what seemed like a description of the rose.
To any outsider you were nothing more than the Prince’s tutor. But to Kylo?
You were his whole world and all the riches in it.
And how he wished you were the one he was marrying instead of the neighboring princess.
You were everything he loved. Intelligent, beautiful, eloquent; you treated him like a person. He was Ben first to you, like it should have been. Just Ben.
“Ben, are you even listening?” Kylo’s turned his head slowly. His mother? When did his mother walk in?
Leia hid her sigh behind a smile. “You look so handsome in your coat! Are you planning to take all the attention away from your bride?”
The prince looked into the tailor’s mirror, his lips taut. His mother smoothed the bloated white sleeves with her hands before adjusting the ruffles of his necktie.
“You have to marry her, Ben. It’s for the kingdom.”
“I know Mother, it is my duty.”
His voice was naturally baritone and he was never more grateful that it hid how he really felt.
Kylo was beginning to think every good thing came with a set of strings attached.
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The prince was beyond grateful when two o’clock finally rolled around. Stripping himself of the stiff and stuffy white and gold trim finery was just about the most satisfying feeling in the world.
He took a deep breath, now that he was finally able to, and walked into his small office with his new prize.
Through the castle didn’t own many books on it, Kylo had a fascination with crystals and stones. He had a small collection all kept in a little box in his room; his own little wonders within four wooden walls.
In his hand he held his newest addition — a flaming red crystal still partially encased in the rock it was found in. Holding the translucent stone up to sun made it shine a deep orange, his favorite color. Kylo held it as he flipped through the pages in his index, finger stopping when he found what he was looking for.
“Ben?”
He recognized the voice and couldn’t bite back his smile.
“(Y/N.)”
Kylo turned and held the crystal out to you with a sense of pride.
“Mother found it as she sailed back from Hosneia. It’s a ‘kyber crystal,’ according to the books.”
“It’s beautiful, your highness.”
The prince’s hand, along with his smile, dropped in worry. He placed the crystal down on the desk in front of him, alongside the textbook.
“What’s with the sudden formality, (Y/N)?”
Your eyes met his and it filled Kylo with a badly timed sense of adoration that made his heart ache. He sat down in a nearby chair and pulled a second one out for you.
“I will not be your tutor anymore after you get married, you know.” You paused, looking down at the stone, “I am just trying to get used to the transition.”
“You say that as if we will not be allowed to even be friends anymore. My marriage is not a goodbye.” Kylo looked at you, brows furrowed and lips pursed. He was incredibly troubled by the thought of leaving you as it was, let alone thinking of the wedding.
“You will not be living in this castle after you marry-“
“I’ll take you with me.”
“You will not need a tutor there, Ben. As much as I would love to, I can’t follow you.”
The prince frowned, lowering his head in temporary defeat.
“Then,” he pouted and shrugged as he spoke in an attempt to seem casual, “we should celebrate the last week we have together. Come into town with me?”
Kylo silently prayed you’d say yes. Going into town with you would mean going without castle guards, Phasma, his mom, or the idea of the wedding. It would mean being alone with you. Just you.
“Just me?”
You pat down your dress and with a gentle, demure smile said, “Of course, Ben.”
Kylo felt his pride swell up in his chest once more. To hell with Phasma’s schedule.
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Alderaan’s economy was suffering and it had never been more obvious. From the carriage he could see so many things he never realized about his kingdom. So many people lived on the streets, and so many were struggling to survive.
“What was it like when you lived here?”
Kylo turned to look down at you.
“Well,” you began. “Not well, but not as bad as this.”
The carriage stopped in the town’s main square. Banners and ribbons in fanciful colors were tied around the gaslit lampposts, making the square look lively and happy. Kylo knew that it was just a facade, something meant to just boost morale and make it look better than it actually was. The people looked desolate and weak as ever.
“It’s one thing hearing about how bad it is, but it’s another thing seeing it.”
He reached a hand up to help you down the steps.
“And it’s another thing experiencing it.” You sighed, accepted his hand, and trotted down off the carriage.
“Why don’t we change the topic though?” Your arm looped around Kylo’s as you two walked, the same way you had for years now, and it would have been a perfect moment for him if it weren’t for your next sentence: “Let’s talk about your future wife.”
He shook his head and let a slight eye roll slip through, “I barely know her aside from seeing her in picture. You know I’ve never met her.”
You followed your tuts with a chuckle. “You speak of her as if you hate her. I am sure she is not so bad.”
“The only reason I am marrying her is because Mother wants me to.”
You both paused for a moment as you looked up at him. “I am sure you will grow to love her. I heard she has an entire library in the castle, one much bigger than ours. She must have books you have not read on stones and other subjects you like.”
He sighed a soft “I doubt it.”
You unlocked your arm from his and glanced up at him. “You are so pessimistic, Ben! I will be right back, okay?”
You pointed at a market stand with sacks of a dark brown powder. Kylo followed your finger and he let out a silent ‘ooh!’ Kylo was absolutely obsessed with coffee, right down to even smelling like it.
The prince only nodded at you before going stay put in an area that wouldn’t be bothersome to others on their way to the market. He decided to plop himself down on the rim of a fountain, finding it a comfortable place for a temporary break.
He let his mind dose off. He let himself think of what it’d be like if he had the freedom to make his own choices. He wondered if he would have been able to properly court you, even if it were in secret. He wondered if he could get out of this wedding and still save his kingdom. He wondered the whole time, until his ears tuned into the family behind him.
“Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.”
Behind Kylo, on the other side of the fountain, a man read to a little girl who seemed about 7 or 8. Kylo turned around, inching closer to hear more of the story.
Beside that man was another, fast asleep along the fountain’s perimeter with a wide-rimmed straw hat placed expertly to cover his eyes. The other man seemed to pay no attention.
“Now Mellie,” his accent ran deep; Kylo didn’t recognize it as Alderaanian. “You read the next part.”
Mellie looked up at the man, then back down at the page, squinted her eyes, then slowly and carefully read aloud, “'Tis but.. thy name.. that is... my en-ah-mee.”
Kylo couldn’t help but smile at how she read “enemy.” The man was teaching her how to read.
“Thow.. are-t,” she made a strong ‘T’ sound, “thai-self, tho’ not a Mon-tag-eu.”
“‘Montague.’” The man corrected.
“Mon-tag-eu.”
“Alright, Mellie.”
She beamed up at him, missing teeth and all, “Keep readin’, Clyde!”
The man, Clyde, flipped the page and continued, “What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part-“
“What’s that mean, Clyde?” Mellie spoke soft as ever, almost like she didn’t want him to hear and stop reading. He opened his mouth to respond when a shrill voice interrupted. “What exactly are you three doing?”
A woman angrily stomped over to the three with an air of intimidation surrounding her entire being. She had stopped in front of Mellie towering so far over the little girl that she casted a shadow that completely covered her. None of the three had answered her question; Mellie seemed scared, Clyde was indifferent toward the yelling, and the other man had done all but stop snoring.
“And what is this?” The woman snatched the small book out of Clyde’s hand, placing its cover under scrutiny. “You shouldn’t be wasting your time with stories and tales. You three should be working off that debt.”
She slammed the book hard on the ground near Clyde’s feet with a hard thud, then turned on her heels and walked away, her shoes clacking against the stone brick road. That was the blow loud enough to wake up the sleeping man next to them. He lazily raised his arm and lifted the hat off his nose.
“Whadda’bitch.” He cleared his throat and spoke with the same accent Clyde had. Definitely not from Alderaan.
“Look Jim, if I had a dime for ev’ry time that woman was a demon towards any one’a us, I’d have enough to pay off that darn debt and buy us a house bigger than the castle itself.” Clyde grumbled, leant over and grabbed the book off the ground. He dusted it off with care, hurt that it even touched the floor to begin with.
“Momma would’a never let that happen.”
“That was rude of her.” Kylo made his way around to face the three. “Why do you let her talk to you like that?”
Jim, still in a half-asleep haze, glanced over at Kylo, and stopped, and stared.
Clyde answered, “It’s not like we got any’other choice. That woman owns our whole ass’na’half bec’use of some two-bit debt she ‘olds against us.” He longingly held the book against his chest.
Mellie at this point had noticed the same thing Jim did. She stopped and stared, just like him, only more wide-eyed and awake to tell this wasn’t a dream.
“Some debt shouldn’t be the reason for her to treat you like you’re second class,” Kylo stood up a little straighter as he spoke. He walked closer to Clyde, offering him a hand.
“That’s mighty kind of you, Mister..”
“Kylo.”
Clyde finally turned around, almost dramatically. “Like the prince?”
And then they both finally stopped, and then they both stared.
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Just a little somethin’-somethin’ to help tide over the wait for the first chapters of The Prince and The Pauper. I’m finishing one up, but I expect it to be done and posted Monday morning when I’m back in the states.
This is where the “Read More” will go when I get home and edit this on desktop :)
Prince Kylo Ren
Prince of Alderaan, next in line for the throne. Oldest son.
Family: Queen Leia (Mother), King Han (Father, diseased), Prince Matt (Little brother, next in line after Kylo)
Kylo is his royal name (more of a title), his family and close friends call him Ben
Not only the next King of Alderaan, but also commands the military as a knight of Ren, hence the name Kylo Ren.
Proficient in languages and academics
Fascinated by crystals and jewels, mainly because they’re his kingdom’s main export, but also because he loves science.
Trained in swordplay. Has a small scar on his arm from sparring.
Unwillingly engaged to the Princess of Batuu.
Strong willed, intelligent, plans ahead
Not exactly attuned with reading emotion, can be incredibly impulsive.
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Clyde Logan
Originally from Ithor, a small village that faces a forest.
He and his brother were born in poverty there.
Worked in the mineshafts, lost his lower left forearm to an explosive accident.
Family immigrated to Alderaan when their mother was pregnant with his sister.
After his mother and father died, Clyde, his brother and his sister are left to pay off his parent’s debt.
Family: Cora Logan (Mother, diseased), Paul Logan (Father, diseased), Jimmy Logan (older brother), Mellie Logan (little sister)
Works as a tailor for Madame Grayson’s Emporium.
Learned to sew by draping fabric over his leg, using his bad arm to lift it up and sewing with his good hand
Dreams of traveling and teaching children who can’t afford tutors or school.
Yay! I’m greatly into Star Wars and Adam’s characters overall. I’m a girl and my hobbies include spending hours practicing on my piano, writing and riding horses. I would call myself a pretty quiet person, but I get a little louder around others when I get comfortable with them. I would describe myself as patient and an empath more than anything else. I’m so glad to see you back! I followed you a while ago and I just fell in love with your writing. I hope you’re healing and doing better now.💕
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I ship you with: Kylo Ren.
Kylo loves everything about you but mostly how you encourage him to be a better person, or at least a decent person. You’re always showing him how to be kind and help other, something no one really taught him when he was kid.
He has this big ass fancy piano at your house only for you to practice all the hours you want. And secretly, he records you so he can listen to you when he’s away on a trip.
He’s proud that it’s with him that you’re the real you and not shy anymore. You’re more open and talk more. And all because of him.
Hey ! Can you please do a flip Zimmerman imagine or headcanon where he is dating a POC/ or even yet to make it angsty have the reader upset bc he is doing the mission and she doesn’t want flip to get hurt or thinks it’s a bad idea.
- When you heard Flip was going on an undercover assignment, you were relatively fine. It was when you heard about it being related to the fucking Ku Klux Klan you basically lost it.
- He thought he understood why you were angry; how hypocritical it sounded when he had to say horrible words and let them plan horrible things, but then coming back to you every night. You were everything those backwards rednecks hated, and everything he loved.
- Flip came home to a quiet house every night since; no lights on, no dinner on the table like you usually made him on nights he worked late. It left worried him more than anything else. You hadn’t talked to him since finding out about the undercover job either, since you weren’t awake when he came home and he had to leave so early that you weren’t awake then either. It hurt him if he was being honest.
- “Baby?” He’d reach out to you at night when he found you in bed. “Sweetheart? Ketsl?”
- No answer from you.
- He came home battered up one night, the exact night you decided it was petty to keep up the silent treatment and wanted to talk to him.
- You were instantly all over him, frantic about the bruises that were forming on his skin, the cuts around his face that were undoubtedly from being punched a couple times and the torn up clothes on his back.
- He’s actually pretty damn dense despite being a detective. Seeing you freak out over his injuries is what made him realize that you were just super worried about him, not so much mad for taking the job.
- “No, I am angry you took the job.”
- “Oh.”
- “But I’m more worried about you getting hurt, Flip.”
- You two talked out how you were feeling and what your worries and problems were.
- Everything ended up being okay between you two. He assured you he was trained and knew how to defend himself if needed to, then promised to try and come home earlier. You promised to talk your feelings out to him.
- The evening ended with a nice little music session, where he picked your favorite record and you two just laughed and enjoyed your night.
This is an experimental story I’m writing to help me get back in the groove of writing fully fledged fics again. The story follows the events of the Barbie adaptation of The Prince and The Pauper.
This story is going to be told in two different ways but will eventually intersect at certain points. This preview is only Kylo’s side for right now.
In Kylo’s side, you’re the tutor and best friend of the prince — and the one he has been desperately in love with for years now. Unfortunately, his mother has entered him in an arraigned marriage to a neighboring princess. No matter this, he still wants you.
In Clyde’s side, you’re the neighboring princess Kylo is being forced to marry. Under the guise of Clyde being Kylo, you slowly fall deeply in love with the Pauper without knowing who he truly is, and it seems he feels the same about you.
That being said, enjoy the preview of Kylo’s chapter one! 🌙 ✨
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Long ago and far away, in a village high on a mountaintop, two identical baby boys were born.
One was a born a prince, and the king and queen were overjoyed to finally have a son of their own. Prince Kylo Ren would have only the finest.
The second child was named Clyde Logan. His parents loved him just as much as the king and queen loved their son, but they were worried. Clyde already had a brother and they were becoming poorer by the second. They had no idea how they were going to care for their growing family.
Many years had passed and soon enough both boys grew into the men their parents dreamed of. Kylo became a respectable prince, while Clyde worked long and hard as a tailor for the spiteful Madame Sarah Grayson.
With lives so different, it’s not surprising the prince and the pauper never met.
But fate always rules otherwise in stories like these.
It began at the royal mines where miners had told the widowed Queen the horrible news — the kingdom’s gold was all gone. The kingdom was now bankrupt, indebted to the larger countries surrounding it.
She had little choice. Her most trusted advisor Snoke has been away on business and something had to be done right away.
It came to her immediately, as if it weren’t her own thought at all.
She had heard of a nearby royal family searching a husband for their princess.
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“We’re late!!” Fast faced footsteps seemed to always be accompanied by sounds of frustration when it came to Phasma.
“You have 20 minutes — 22 maximum — to finish your fitting,” she flicked her thumb through the small list in her hand.
“Then you have your lessons with your tutor from two to six. And then..”
Her voice seemed to tune itself out in the Prince’s mind. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he wasn’t sure if he had even heard her to begin with.
His mind always floated to the same spot in one way or another — to have one day just to himself. No one to tell him what to do or when to do it or how. Kylo wondered what is was like to be free, away from the castle, away from Phasma, and most of all, away from the idea of the upcoming wedding.
The wedding. He dreaded the very thought.
It’s not that he didn’t like the neighboring princess. It was the opposite actually, he found her very sweet and pleasant, and she certainly was pleasing to the eye, just not his. His eye was caught by another girl.
If he could just lift his head up ever so slightly, he could see out to the garden from his place up on top of the tailor’s box. And there she was, near a blooming rosebush with a book placed firmly in her grasp. She was a lowly girl, nothing more than the Prince’s tutor. But to Kylo?
She was basically his whole world wrapped up in a neat little bow.
And how he wished she was the one he was marrying instead of the neighboring princess.
She was everything he loved. Intelligent, beautiful, eloquent;To her, he was Ben first, then Kylo second. Never “The Prince”, but always just plain “Ben”. Just Ben.
“Ben, are you even listening?”
Kylo turned his head slowly. His mother? When did his mother walk in?
Leia sighed softly with a smile.
“You look so handsome in your coat. Are you planning to take all the attention away from your bride?”
The prince looked into the tailor’s mirror, his lips taut. His mother smoothed the white sleeves with her hands before adjusting the ruffles of his necktie.
“You have to marry her, Ben. It’s for the kingdom.”
“I know, Mother. It’s my duty.”
His voice was naturally baritone, naturally dry and naturally incipherable. He was grateful it hid how he really felt.
Kylo was beginning to think every good thing came with a set of strings attached.
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I took a long impromptu break from this blog a couple months ago because of personal reasons. I got to a very low point and I just needed to find a way to bring myself back up before I could interact and write to my best ability.
That being said, I’m completely rebranding this blog. I changed the name from caaiwrites to nova-logan and I’ve dropped some of the fandoms I used to be.
I will no longer write for Detroit:Become Human, The Arcana, or the Homestuck universe, because I’ve fallen out of touch with what made me like them in the first place. Homestuck will forever be dear in my heart, but I’m just not as obsessed as I used to be.
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*screams from the abyss* HOW WOULD THE SEVEN REACT TO AN S/O WHO SINGS
SCREAMING IN RETURN
Luther’s been shown to have one of the largest record collections known to man. A significant other that sang would be pure heaven to him. Bonus if they sang his favorites! Dorky dance moves ensue would ensue. Be prepared to constantly be asked to sing again and again. He’d kill for an encore.
Diego’s known to be a pretty anxious person. Sometimes his thoughts get the best of him and that’s when his stutter comes out, which is something he hates with all his might. Your singing calms him down. It grounds him and makes him remember that everything is alright.
Allison can’t sing as well as she can act, but that doesn’t stop her from joining your jam session! She’d dig up old CDs and records of bands she loved as a kid — even going as far as borrowing Luther’s — just to hear you sing along to them. Lots of dancing, lots of smiling, and lots of love is gonna be all over the house.
Klaus is probably the most excited by the fact you can sing among all the siblings. He’ll be jumping around to give you song requests and singing along with you. The thing is, Klaus can sing too — and everyone knows he can — but when he sings with you, he goes out of his way to be as tonedeath as humanly possible.
Five’s reaction to it is a bit more.. anticlimactic. He doesn’t care whether you can sing or not. He hardly ever sings with you, or barely acknowledges it. He’ll just give you the occasional “that sounded nice” or ask you the song to be supportive. Although he will admit, hearing you sing softly to him at night does help with silencing his intrusive thoughts.
Ben’s heart and soul goes out to you everytime you sing to him. He loves everything about it! He loves your voice, your songs — your talent! He’d dance with you while singing and be his goofy self. It makes him forget all his worries and stress from being part of The Umbrella Academy.
Vanya’s very much so the musical type. She’d play her violin along with your singing and she loves to hear the harmonies you two make. While you sang the melody, she’d play your harmony. You two would perform scales, then arpeggios, then later on performed full on songs. Just like with Allison, lots of smiles, lots of laughs and lots of love.
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