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DarkJediPilot First Order AU
Their Imperial Majesties Kylo Ren and Rey rule over vast territories, stretching from the Core Worlds to the Unknown Regions, all brought to heel by their endless military might, under the command of their most trusted officer, greatest fighter pilot, and personal boytoy, Grand Marshal Poe Dameron.
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She’s never stepped foot off of the small, isolated island of Jakku. She’s never considered leaving, never once thought about stepping off the shores to visit the mainland. She never thought about attacks, about the Empire ruling just beyond the waves, about the Emperor and his soldiers. She didn’t even think, not about the Emperor or his cruelty or his consort back on the mainland who has no idea he’s about to befriend a woman who’s never known a world outside of marble columns and an old statue.
↪ fantasy medieval damereylo au for @poefinnrey
@cuthian (i know... but anyways...)
↪ darkjedipilot magic modern au for @poefinnrey
“Our souls already know each other, don't they?' he whispered. 'It's our bodies that are new.” (x)
@poefinnrey sent me a screenshot this morning. I was just like, ‘HOLY SHIT!’
Not a huge deal but cool none the less. XD
oh saya. viva la vida. from yesterday. pompeii. my songs know what you did in the dark. warriors. centuries. east of eden. this is war. top of the world.
“What do you think of her?” “I think she is beautiful.” “And what else?” “I think she has wit, and strength, and fire. For an attendant of Aphrodite, she fights like her goddess’s lover.” His consort’s laughter is soft. “And what do you think of me for loving her?” he asks. “I think you a fool. But if I think that, then I am a fool as well.”
I didn’t intend to write another chapter to this fic or storyline but I had an idea so I just went for it and wrote out a chapter 2. Hope you guys enjoy it! :)
Title: Worshipper Summery: A worshipper would do anything for the Force-users whom they were loyal to. What a gift that Kylo had been given. Warnings: Three-some, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Dubious Consent/Non-Con Elements, Violence, Not Romantic Pairing(s): Darkjedipilot (Rey/Kylo/Poe) Hux/Finn Stats: 11K Words / 2 Chapter / Complete / No Series / Gift for @poefinnrey
Special thanks to @juulna and @coppernailpolish for beta reading on very short notice.
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Poe Dameron/Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron/Rey, Poe Dameron/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren Characters: Poe Dameron, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Finn (Star Wars), Snoke (Star Wars) Additional Tags: OT3, Pre-OT3, Threesome - F/M/M, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Reylo - Freeform, DameRey, Poe/Ben, Light Side AU, DarkPilot, Darkjedipilot, This is going to drive you crazy, eventual OT3, Eventual Smut, This story will be a monster, it is already out of control Summary:
“There have been whispers in the dark for as long as he can remember—whispers that speak of greatness and power; of stepping out of the shadows of his parents and their parents; of being known for his own skills and name rather than those that came before him. He had been too young to understand what those whispers meant for a long time—too young to contemplate the ramifications of allowing the soft voice access to his mind.” – Ben Solo is strong. But even the strongest among us will stumble eventually. He finds himself inordinately lucky to have two people that will catch him when he falls. POE/REY/BEN – SLOW BURN OT3 – BEN/POE AT THE START – REY JOINS IN LATER – SPY BEN
After hours of research and hair-pulling because of historical accuracy, I decided to just say “Fuck it” and throw accuracy to the wind, since it was prohibiting the story I had in my head. So if everything (clothing, mannerisms, customs, etc) isn’t exactly on point with the time period, that’s why. It’s a combination of fantasy and history.
I could be working on Daddy Dearest. I should be working on SWAR, or NTMTO, or something else I desperately need to update.
But no, instead I’m writing a half fantasy/half historical AU where Rey is taken captive by Ren, the Emperor of the Roman Empire. She’s given the position as his lover alongside Poe, who’s already in an established relationship with the Emperor but takes an immediate liking to this spitfire of a priestess who stomped on his foot when he was only trying to help her, sheesh.
The moon’s risen and fallen twelve times since she was brought to the palace. It’s a vast, lively place, and she’s grateful that the Emperor allows her to walk as she pleases, albeit with supervision. Finn’s a friendly companion, and she finds herself enjoying the company of the soldier-turned-palace guard after his injury in battle. His Latin is far better than hers, and he acts as both guide and translator.
The gardens are greener and lusher than anything on Jakku. Not much grew on the island, food and flowers having been brought in from the mainland. There are apple trees in a nearby orchard, and she practices skills buried from her youth, climbing the limbs to retrieve the fruit. Poe notices when her clothing comes back dirtier, sometimes ripped and sometimes with bark clinging to the threads, but he just shakes his head and smiles while he inspects her for injuries.
The first time she returns with flowers, she comes with armful of crocuses and spends the rest of the afternoon on the floor, her back braced against a chair and legs crossed in front of her as she strokes the soft petals. Poe finds her hours later, petals limp from her fingertips and the oil on her skin. His smile’s soft as he walks past her, setting a plate of fruit and bread beside her before retreating into the bed chambers.
On the twelfth day, she spends it much the same. She bites into an apple as she walks along the small creek along the back of the palace, the water an offspurt from the public fountain that’s filled by the river water. The flesh of the fruit cracks beneath her teeth, and makes a loud sound as she bites it off and crunches it. Finn walks beside her, holding the few violets she’d collected along their walk.
They’re nearing where the Emperor’s chambers are when she stops, mouth full of sweet-tart apple as she watches the Emperor with a handful of his advisors. His dark hair’s pulled back with a bit of leather, pieces pulled from his face and forming a half-tail at the back of his head. Said dark head is bowed as he listens, and from her distance a dozen or so paces away she can see the way he nods, accepting whatever the advisor is telling him. The General walks alongside him, listening to the older man as well.
The Emperor looks up after a moment and she watches as he looks out towards the orchards. His eyes find her eventually, and she waits for something, any sort of reaction at all. Though he doesn’t stop as his advisors walk along, she can see the soft smile and nod he gives her before he turns his attention back to the man beside him.
“Rey?”
Finn’s speaking to her. She wonders if this is his first attempt, or if she’d let Morpheus take her for a moment. She turns towards him, noticing his eyes on her, slightly worried. “Yes?”
“Are you all right?”
She looks back towards the Emperor, who’s turning in towards the courtyards. She watches as he goes, his broad back retreating. “… yes.”
I could be working on Daddy Dearest. I should be working on SWAR, or NTMTO, or something else I desperately need to update.
But no, instead I’m writing a half fantasy/half historical AU where Rey is taken captive by Ren, the Emperor of the Roman Empire. She’s given the position as his lover alongside Poe, who’s already in an established relationship with the Emperor but takes an immediate liking to this spitfire of a priestess who stomped on his foot when he was only trying to help her, sheesh.
