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You’re Here Again 10

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(Y/N)’s father returned the next morning. The storm was long gone and was replaced by the clear blue sky. They had opened up their store, as usual, made bread and followed the routine. Shoto insisted on helping out however he could but he knew he had to figure something out. He couldn’t stay at their place forever.

The afternoon slump rolled over so the (L/N) family decided it was time to address the issue. Except (Y/N), none of them knew why Shoto came to their house, all drenched. (Y/N)’s mother offered to look after the store while (Y/N) and her father sat Shoto down for a conversation.

“I owe you an explanation. I’m grateful to your wife and daughter didn’t ask me much and accepted me into the house. I’ll tell you everything,” Shoto said to (Y/N)’s father.

(Y/N), sitting beside Shoto, looked at him, and said, “You don’t have to force yourself.”

“Thank you but it’s fine. Your parents should know about it,” Shoto said.

“Take your time. I just want to know a little so I can understand the situation. We just want to help you,” (Y/N)’s father said, calmly.

“Thank you, (L/N)-san,” Shoto replied.

Shoto explained everything to (Y/N)’s father excluding the thing with his mother and his scar. He just told him that his mother wasn’t living in the same house as him.

(Y/N)’s father listened intently, processing the situation at hand and trying to think of a solution. “I understand where you’re coming from. I won’t force you to return but you need to figure this out. I’ll see what I can do, you can stay at our place for the time being. It’s Saturday today so we still have time before school so we can take things one at a time.”

“Thank you so much. How can I repay your kindness?” Shoto asked, genuinely feeling supported by an adult for the first time in his life.

“It’s completely normal to help someone out. Like I always encourage (Y/N) to help people out if she can. So it’s our pleasure. In return, please take care of (Y/N),” (Y/N)’s father said with a kind smile.

“Papa!” (Y/N) said.

“I’ll do my best. I’ll help however I can while I figure things out,” Shoto replied.

(Y/N) didn’t say much and let the two converse. She wanted the best for Shoto. She was really grateful that her parents were so understanding and supportive otherwise she couldn’t have done anything for Shoto. She wanted to be there for him in any way possible.

The conversation continued till (Y/N)’s mother came to the living room and said, “Todoroki-kun, someone is here to see you.”

Shoto expected it to be Hirugami since his father wouldn’t just leave him be. He sighed and stood up, getting ready to sternly tell Hirugami to leave. Shoto walked out of the living room, following (Y/N)’s mother. (Y/N) quickly joined Shoto.

Shoto and (Y/N) walked out of the bakery as that is where (Y/N)’s mother said the person was. Shoto stood dead in his tracks when he saw who it was. (Y/N) bumped against him since she was walking close behind him.

(Y/N) looked at who it was. It was a tall man with crimson hair and turquoise eyes. Exactly like the left side of Shoto’s face. ‘He’s his father, isn’t he?’

The man, Enji, walked up to Shoto and said, “Shoto, can we talk?”

Enji looked like he didn’t get any sleep and seemed rather remorseful. Shoto said harshly, “I’ve got nothing to say to you anymore. How’d you find this place?!”

“I got Hirugami to check around and he saw you here,” Enji replied.

“Please, can we talk?”

Shoto turned to leave but (Y/N) put her hand on his shoulder and said, “At least hear him out, okay? You can decide what to do later.”

Shoto hesitated and then said with a sigh, “Alright since you’re telling me to.”

(Y/N) gave him a worried smile and Shoto turned around, “I’ll listen for a bit.”

“Thank you, Shoto. You too, miss. Thank you for asking him to listen,” Enji said, truly grateful to have Shoto hear him out.

Shoto begrudgingly sat down at the chairs outside the bakery. Fortunately, there weren’t any customers so they wouldn’t bother anyone. (Y/N) went inside to give them privacy. Shoto wished for her to be there but he didn’t want to involve her directly with his father.

The father and son sat in silence for a good bit. Shoto rolled his eyes, not expecting anything from Enji except him trying to drag him back home.

“Shoto...I-”

Enji looked directly at Shoto, bowed his head down, and said, “I’m so sorry, Shoto.”

“I’m sorry?” Shoto said.

“Is that what you’re here for?! A measly apology?!”

“Shoto, I thought about what you said yesterday. I-I didn’t realize that I wasn’t thinking of you...I was only thinking about myself…,” Enji said, quietly.

A sorry state to see him like that because Enji was always loud and confident but the man that sat before Shoto was truly pathetic. Maybe he was truly sorry. Not that apology would erase the trauma he had inflicted upon his family.

“Now you realize? All my life, you controlled every single thing I did. You drove mom crazy and sent her to the hospital. And now you’re sorry?!”

“I know what I did was unforgivable. I won’t ask for your forgiveness or Rei’s but I want the chance to make things right…,” Enji said, strain in his voice.

Shoto spat back, “You think I’ll believe your words? Saying things is easy but actually doing something isn’t that simple. I don’t believe you can change.”

“I don’t expect you to believe me right away but know that I want to change. I spent last night reflecting everything I’ve done and I know I’ve wronged many people. I took the day off today to come to you and apologize.”

“Rei doesn’t want to see me at all so I left her a letter instead. I can’t take back what I’ve done but I want to at least do things right from now on,” Enji said, head still hanging down.

He truly was apologetic for his past actions but only time will tell if it was all bark and no bite or not.

Shoto looked away from Enji, not saying anything else. He felt it was futile and letting out his anger at him didn’t make him feel any better.

“I won’t force you to come home with me but I hope you will understand that you can’t stay at this place forever. I’ll thank this bakery’s owner. Truly, I’m really sorry. I regret how I treated you and your mother.”

Enji stood up to go into the bakery and Shoto didn’t say a word. He couldn’t believe that Enji would feel sorry. Or ever reflect on his own actions. His head was in a mess, he couldn’t really believe anything Enji said. He grew up knowing his father to be a self-centered man who only saw his own ambitions and never cared about anyone. This ‘apology’ from Enji really threw him off. Shoto could never forgive him but a sliver of hope unexpectedly grew in him that Enji would change.

Shoto sighed as (Y/N) walked to him. “You okay?”

“No, not really,” Shoto said with a deep sigh.

“I don’t know what you guys talked about but I know you can get through it. You can talk to me, I’m here for you,” (Y/N) said, softly.

Before Shoto could reply, Enji came out of the bakery. “Goodbye, Shoto, miss (L/N). Your bakery is lovely.”

Enji left and Shoto felt he could breathe again. Shoto turned to (Y/N) and sighed.

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Another Life (Forget Me Not, Kylo Ren x Reader) - Chapter Ten

Hi everyone! Here’s chapter ten! It seems Kylo and the reader are getting closer.... Anyways I hope you all enjoy! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

Summary: (Y/N) continues to get flashes of her memories from her prior life. Which continue to draw her closer to Kylo.

Warning(s): Sexual references, a bunch of fluff really

Word Count: 3923

(Y/N)’s hand stayed intertwined with Kylo’s as they continued to eat breakfast. An energy flowing between them. The energy had always been there, since they were children, but (Y/N) was only now beginning to feel it once more. Her returned past not only bringing back her memories, but reviving the connection she had to the Force. She was attuned once again to the energy that flowed through every living thing. Especially the energy flowing through the man across from her.

Kylo and her were silent, only stealing glances at one another every so often. She did not fully understand the complete shift in her, this sudden need to be near him. The agony of two lives seemed to be subsiding with his proximity and as much as (Y/N) wanted to credit that as to why she wanted him close, she knew it would only be a lie. Yes, he was the Supreme Leader of the First Order, the person she was supposed to see as her enemy. Yet, the man across from her in simple dark clothing only resembled the boy who used to watch sunsets with her. The feelings (Y/N) (Y/L/N) had were too strong to fight. The connection the two shared through the Force, only fueled the pull, the allure, the current that (Y/N) attempted to fight against. And whether or not she liked it, she needed his help to find herself again. Eating the last bite of her strudel, (Y/N) glanced up to Kylo, who’s reddened face held onto their hands. She watched his black waves slipped down in front of his eyes, a vision resurfacing.

Two medium length braids fell down (Y/N)’s shoulders as she sat in her small hut, meditating. She was not one to brag but she was the best meditator in class. Master Luke had accredited her ability to great uncle, a man known for his dedication to the Living Force. (Y/N) could feel everything, the vitality that surrounded her, the temple, and especially the incoming strong vigor. Not a second later, Ben came running in, his aura emitting nothing but pure elation. “What?” She prompted not opening an eye.

The boy was a little breathless as he delivered the good news, “Master Luke is allowing for us to go to Hanna for the ball!” (Y/N)’s eyes opened at that, turning to the grinning boy. Sweat made his hair cling to his face, its usual fluffiness matted down.

“Really?” She could not deny the joy that flooded her at the idea of returning home for the first time in years. Ben only nodded coming to sit beside her on the floor. “I thought you didn’t want to go?” (Y/N) questioned, nudging his shoulder.

Ben only shook his head, “The ball no, I don’t wish to go to that, but I would like to see my parents.” She nodded at that, she wanted to see them too.

“When do we leave?” Ben looked up to her, an unreadable look in his eyes as he watched her intently. For the past two years, something had begun to form between them. Something more than just childhood friends, something more powerful.

“In an hour.” Ben stood once again, pulling her up with him. He stood close, his warm breath fanning across her face. (Y/N) would almost be distracted by his presence, by the constant energy flowing between them, but instead she wrinkled her nose.

“Did you have your private lesson again? You smell worse than a Wookie! You better go freshen up, I’m not flying anywhere with you smelling like that!”

Ripping her hand from his, (Y/N) stumbled up and out of her chair in alarm. Her hands flew up to her forehead pushing hair out of her face. Kylo stood in alarm too, “What’s wrong?” (Y/N) ignored him, her thoughts racing faster than what it took to make the Kessel Run. Her content with the Supreme Leader seemed to grow, leaving her jittery. Her emotions and senses were out of control, every surfacing memory only leading her to feel more drawn to Kylo. The very man before her, trying to snap her back to reality.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Kylo reiterated, his hands cupping around her face. He could not read her thoughts they were too cluttered, like the morning he gave her her memories back.

“I keep getting these… flashes of moments, memories from before.” She answered finally, eyes glazed over.

“What did you see?” Kylo spoke gently rubbing soothing circles on her upper cheeks.

“It was us, before we went to the ball on Hanna.” (Y/N) whispered, peering up at his concerned eyes… he had always been so worried about her. “You had just come back from your lesson and you were so sweaty, you smelled-”

“Worse than a Wookie.” Kylo finished, letting out a quiet laugh, and recalling the moment himself.

(Y/N) let a small smile grace her lips, before she turned serious again. “Why does this keep happening?” He let out a deep sigh pondering momentarily.

“You’re still processing everything. I’m assuming once you’ve accepted everything, it will stop.” (Y/N) groaned slightly, she was hoping she was past reliving everything. She could not handle the torment, but then again she did not feel like she had that morning everything returned. No, she felt strangely secure with the warm hands pressed against her skin. “It will be okay, it will subside soon.” Kylo reassured her, his baritone voice laced with tenderness. He made it difficult to pretend to despise him.

Suddenly his hands fell from her face, (Y/N) waking from a daze. Stars, she was puddy in his hands already… This was dangerous. “I’ll clean up and you go get ready for the day. Perhaps we could go on a walk? Some fresh air may help with the overwhelming senses.”

(Y/N) beamed, “Yes that sounds lovely actually.” She turned to leave, but a sudden urge erupted inside of her and she turned back to his observing stature. Her hands shakingly rose to his cheeks, her thumb gently falling over his scar. “Thank you for breakfast.” She wanted to say more: to thank him for helping, for returning the lost pieces of her soul, for always being there for her. Instead her hands slipped down and she turned to the hallway, her heart hammering in her chest. Oh yes, this was very dangerous.

Kylo stood hunched over the kitchen sink watching the warm breeze float through the endless greenery. He could hear the faint sound of the water running down the hall, but his mind was too fogged to focus on it. A warm flush worked its way onto his skin, a feeling he always credited to being around (Y/N), his light. He was still processing all the physical contact she had been bestowing upon him. It had been over a decade since he had felt pure, kind, bonded physical contact with someone. Rey and him had had a moment months ago, but that was different. That was two broken people finding temporary solace within each other, but the scavenger had let him down just as everyone else had.

(Y/N) was different though, she never let him down. It was all so overpowering, she was overpowering. Not to mention her thoughts, her thoughts of him. He could sense the part of her that wanted to open up to him, that was beginning to see him in a new light. He wondered if she could sense his internal battle, the light winning at the moment. He did not care if she did, he did care that it was there. There was no Snoke to punish him for it anymore, he was liberated from his cruelty. Yet, he was not freed from the constant wavering of his darkness and light. All Kylo wanted was her by his side forever, they could get into the messier details another time. He moved to put the last clean dish away when a strange unfamiliar feeling washed over him. It was like a cloud had enveloped around him in the Force, transporting him elsewhere. This was entirely new, something he had never experienced before.

Kylo was abruptly back in the master bedroom. It was cleaner: the sheets neatly made on top of the bed, a changing divider placed in the corner where the lightsaber slashes once were, and the frames depicting many different things were cleaned and placed upright on the dresser. Kylo was now in entirely different clothing, dark brown robes now adorned his towering figure. Something was not right… A sweet laugh came from his left and Kylo turned instinctively to find (Y/N) emerging from the bathroom. Her clothes were covered in splotches of water, soaking her. A gem gleaming on a significant finger as she brushed away her loose hair, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a huff.

“Bathtime is always such a hassle.” Kylo chuckled in unison with her as a small child exited the bathroom. It was a girl, no older than four, with wet black ringlets, soft brown eyes, and a beauty mark on her left cheek.

“Were you splashing again?” Kylo bent down to the little girl’s level, watching the sneaky grin work its way onto her sweet young face.

“It was an accident!” She giggled out, her voice angelic.

“Well you know what that means.” Kylo stated simply, mocking a serious tone. The little girl shook her head, those killer brown eyes widening. “I’m just going to have to tickle you.”

The girl gasped immediately, “No Papa!” But Kylo already swept up her and onto the purple sheets, tickling the sides of her pale green nightgown endlessly. “Mamma!” The girl breathed out between her hysterical giggles, “Help me!” (Y/N) only laughed from the side coming to the rescue.

Porcelain shattering across the floor woke Kylo from his trance, the man now back in the kitchen. What was that? He had never felt something so… real. This was something he had never been educated in, something he did not know existed. Had he simply just conjured up the image himself? No, it was not possible. He could not fabricate a delusion so strong, so beautiful. That was the worst thing swirling through his mind right now, the longing for it to have been true. Too caught up in his own confusion, Kylo did not hear the water shut off or the door opening down the hall.

“D-Did you see it too?” Kylo’s eyes focused to find (Y/N) with a towel sloppily wrapped around her frame, soap still lathered in her hair. He could only nod, staring back at her half-crazed eyes. He wondered what he looked like. She let out a sigh of relief, “I thought I was going crazy. It was nothing like the other flashes, it felt so real like…” She trailed off searching for the correct term.

“Another life.” Kylo finished her thought, finding his voice. The two shared a grim expression, still suspended in a state of shock. (Y/N) and Kylo could sense it in one another, the gaping hole the illusion left in its wake, the yearning too. It was not real, it could never happen. Could it? No, Kylo shook away his hope, war was no place for a child. “G-Go finish getting ready and then we’ll go on that walk?” His statement came out as more of a question, but (Y/N) nodded nonetheless. She disappeared back into her room as Kylo outstretched his hand. His focus was shaken as he tried to collect all the shards of the broken plate, before he dumped it all into a waste bin. The child’s sweet laugh haunting him.

(Y/N) walked side by side with Kylo, both remaining silent, too stunned to talk. She watched him trudge alongside her, his eyes hardened as he was lost deep in thought. She wondered in what, could he be thinking of the illusion as well?(Y/N) contemplated reading his thoughts, but no matter how hard she practiced as a padawan it never truly worked well for her. Kylo had always been gifted when it came to reading thoughts. It made her a bit flustered to think he heard everything she thought, every thought of him. (Y/N) let her head fall back to absorb the warm sun, the pure energy. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, walking blindly. She reached out, seeking guidance and reassurance from the Force, asking for a sign. A signal on how to proceed with life, on where to go from here, on why she was here. (Y/N) opened her eyes and the sun instantly blinded her for a second. Blinking the colorful speckles in her vision away, an image flashing forward.

He was young, thirteen, running through the quiet meadows with hot tears being wind whipped against his flushed skin. Ben stumbled and dropped down into the grass, sobbing loudly. He bent down and cradled his face in his hands, down in the grass. A gentle hand was soon placed on his back, automatically rubbing soothing circles. He knew exactly who it was, he had no fear, there was only one person who would chase after him. “It’s okay Ben.” (Y/N) comforted.

“N-No it’s not, Kol’s right! I’m never going to be good enough.” Ben’s head lifted from his hands, looking utterly distraught. Ben did not have a firm grasp on his emotions yet, which presented itself in moments during his training. A fact the young padawan was ashamed of.

(Y/N) scoffed, “Yes you will! You’re the strongest Force user here!”Ben glanced over at her, tears messily smeared across his face. “But I’ll never be my uncle or grandfather!”

(Y/N) sighed, shifting to sit on her knees, trying to be imposing.“You’re right.” She stated blandly and Ben sunk into himself, dejected by her words. “You’ll be better.” He only shook his head in disbelief, tears still falling. He did not believe he would amount to anything. “You’re more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.”

Ben’s sobs hitched at that, “I am?”

She only smiled and moved to wipe away his tears. “Yes, you’re all I have Ben, but sometimes you need to realize that being Ben Solo is the greatest thing you’ll ever do. “ Ben sniffled and nodded slowly, her words calming him. He moved to place his hands over hers that still rested on his face. (Y/N) winced lightly attempting to play it off as a smile, but Ben saw through her lie and yanked her hands away from his face. Her dominant hand was red, the knuckles bloody and bruised.

“What happened?” Ben hiccuped.

“I may have punched Kol… Master Luke won’t be pleased, but it was worth it.”

(Y/N) returned to the sunny scenery to find Kylo standing in front of her, patiently waiting and watching. “What did you see this time?” He questioned, eyes searching hers.

“You can’t tell?”

Kylo shook his head, “No you’re not exactly thinking of these moments, they’re just resurfacing in your mind. All I hear or see is your emotions.”

“How did I feel?” Kylo was silent, his hand coming up to catch a stray teardrop that threatened to fall from her eye.

“I felt sympathy and sadness, but also gratitude and content.” (Y/N) nodded, observing Kylo who only prompted her for more.

“It was us in the meadow after I punched Kol.” Kylo stiffened at her words, remembering his vulnerability, remembering her words of comfort. The words he had strayed so far from. The two stared at each other intently, eyes both conveying feelings they could not admit, not yet. “You’re everything to me.” (Y/N) unexpectedly launched herself onto Kylo, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as she began to cry softly into his shoulder. Kylo hastily returned her hug, his strong arms locking her against him. They were flushed against each other, their auras blending together as they wept. There had been so much heartache interwoven into their lives, tearing them apart, but they had found a way back to each other. Or at the very least, the beginning of the way. (Y/N) felt the will of the Force answering her. This was her sign, they would need to save each other, end all of this. This was their destiny.

After dinner, the two sat on opposite ends of the couch, anxiety lingering in the air between them. Both unsure how to continue, so instead they both silently read. “I’m so sorry about the Strykers on Hosnian, I want you to know I had nothing to do with that.” Kylo spoke suddenly tearing (Y/N)’s pretend focus away from her book. She could not read, not with her spiraling thoughts of him. (Y/N) gulped, she knew Snoke had been in command when the Cataclysm of the system occurred. She could not blame his apprentice, not when he was apologizing. She placed her book down onto the glass table before her and turned to face Kylo. He did the same, his eyes holding a look of pure regret.

“There’s nothing you could’ve done.” She whispered.

Kylo let out a deep sigh, “I know, but I keep envisioning you on there when it happened and I would’ve lost you again without ever knowing.” (Y/N) shifted closer, she could not control herself anymore. Every ounce of the Resistance fighter inside her soul gone.

“But I wasn’t, I’m right here with you.” Kylo nodded glumly, pulling her closer until she knelt right beside him, facing him.

“I don’t deserve you, I never have.” (Y/N) silenced him by pressing her finger to his lips, moving to rest her cheek against his. They remained quiet, basking in each other’s warmth. Until (Y/N) began to yawn.

“Do you wish to sleep in the master bedroom again tonight? I can sleep on the floor if it makes you more comfortable. I would have done so last night, but you kind of locked me down.” Kylo rambled out nervously. (Y/N) smiled to herself and pulled back to face him once more.

“Ah yes the most powerful Force user of his generation was secured down by a sleep deprived me.” She teased and watched as his face flushed in embarrassment.

“Surprising isn't?” (Y/N) laughed and stood from the couch, pulling Kylo up with her. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He whispered down to her and she agreed with a smirk.

“Yes I’ll go change.” She moved towards the hall before throwing, “And I’m sure we can handle sleeping in the same bed again” over her shoulder. Oh she hoped she could.

Knocking on the white door before entering, (Y/N) was greeted with Kylo in a simple black shirt sitting up in bed. He was on the far side of the bed, the open spot next to him awaiting her. His eyes nervously racked down her figure covered by a medium length gray nightgown. Her hair wild and free, framing her beautiful face. ``Hi.” She mumbled fiddling with the fabric of her nightgown.

“Hi.” His deep baritone voice radiated warmth through her, pushing her onward. (Y/N) pulled back the dark purple sheets and awkwardly slipped into bed beside him. She moved around for a bit finding comfort on her side facing away from him. “Are you settled?” Kylo questioned, his stare burning through her head.

“Yes, thank you.” The dim light illuminating the room disappeared, the darkness consuming everything.

(Y/N) in her white flowery dress jumped out of the X-Wing, Ben following suit. The two dashed across the Jedi grounds, heading for her hut. It was still dark, everyone asleep, and unaware of their departure only hours ago. But morning would soon break and they needed to appear as if they never left. “Can you unlace me?” (Y/N) asked once inside her hut. Ben’s fingers hurriedly unlaced the white ribbon on the back of her dress as she removed her crown of flowers.

“Done.” Ben announced and (Y/N) quickly slipped out of the fabric, leaving her bare to his eyes. “It’s a shame daylight is so soon.” His voice was huskier, inviting. (Y/N) only laughed placing a kiss to her newly betrothed lips.

She pulled off her ring and handed it to him, “Instead of getting all worked up, how about you find a way for us to secretly wear these, hmm?” Ben groaned in annoyance, accepting her ring. He sat down on the floor next to her small tray and began to thread black leather strips through their rings, fastening them into necklaces. (Y/N) came back to his side, wearing brown robes and her hair braided tightly.

“For you my wife.” Ben handed her her necklace, the silver band secured at the bottom.

“Thank you, my husband.” She grinned and slid the necklace over her head, hiding it underneath her tunic perfectly. He did the same as he stood back to his towering height. “There now nobody will know.” A joyful laugh fell from (Y/N)’s lips, she was still full of bliss and love. They captured each other’s lips in a kiss once more, the sun beginning to rise on the horizon.

“This will prove to be the longest trying day of my life,” Ben complained, “but once it is through, I will make love to you until the stars align.” (Y/N)’s cheeks turned a deep crimson, her words failing her, so she simply pressed a feverish kiss to her husband’s lips as the morning bells began to toll.

(Y/N) was back in the dark bedroom, her body warm and tingling. She felt Kylo shift closer, his fingers crazing her bare arm. “What did you see?” Her cheeks blazed from his question and her memory, silently thankful for the darkness.

“Um… my father and I running around the farmhouse in Nayli.” She lied, too embarrassed to reveal the truth. She did not feel like disclosing how she saw the hours after their wedding, the promises of later, while lying in bed next to him.

“That would make sense. I felt love and compassion.” (Y/N) only nodded in the dark, her words failing her.

She was not sure why it popped back in her mind, perhaps the memory of their sex life surfacing , but the illusion of the child resurfaced as well. “She looked like you.” (Y/N) whispered in the night.

“Who?” Kylo asked, eyebrows furrowing at the shift in topic. She rolled around to face him, finding Kylo on his side already facing her. The pale moonlight outside illuminating the room just enough that she could make out his eyes. Oh his sweet eyes, the eyes she had seen reflected in the child.

“The little girl, our little girl.” Kylo was mute as he gaped at her, anguish flickering like hot coals in his eyes. He eventually nodded, mouth still pressed into a solid line. “What was that?” Kylo released his lips, a rough exhale sounding with it.

“I’m not entirely sure. It wasn’t a premonition, it’s not something I’ve ever heard of. And the fact that we both saw it collectively, I-I just don’t know.” (Y/N) let out a faint noise as a response. “The Force works in mysterious ways.” They shared a knowing look, before she turned to lie on her back.

For her next words, she could not look him in the eye and say. “It-It would have been nice… that other life.” She confided. (Y/N) felt his hand find hers beneath the covers, holding it tightly.

“It would’ve been.” Hands still clasped together, the two shifted closer into each other’s embrace, soothing each other into a peaceful sleep.

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Anakin Dies At the End

This is about the events of Star Wars: The Force Awakens and contains spoilers. I’m going to leave the rest behind a “keep reading,” so don’t say I didn’t warn you:

I hate that Han Solo died in The Force Awakens. This isn’t because I want the original cast to live forever. Actually, when I heard Harrison Ford say that he wanted Han to die at the end of Return of the Jedi, I thought that would have been a good point for the character to die. It would have added some gravity to the good guys winning.

I get the parallel to A New Hope. When I was watching the movie, I texted a friend to ask who was going to scream “no!” when Han died, because I knew where this all was going.

I still don’t like it.

To me, it seems like they killed Solo off prematurely to get a reaction from nerds my generation or older. This felt like it should have been the turn in Episode VIII (which we now know will be called The Last Jedi), rather than it happening here. I know it runs parallel to the Obi-Wan scene, but it also runs parallel to the reveal that Darth Vader is Anakan and thus, is Luke’s father. I’d argue the visual cues are also closer to Empire.

But more importantly, Han doesn’t exactly build a rapport with Rey and Finn. I mean, yes, he takes on some level of mentorship role to both, but I don’t think it was sufficient to give the scene gravity except to nerds of a certain age who loved Han Solo and remembered how the original Ben died. Han was the guy who saw through Finn’s ruse but went along with it because he thought he was trying to impress a girl. Han was the guy who offered Rey a job because she was a competent pilot.

But dream with me here. What if that scene had happened later? What if Han had convinced Rey not only to come along with him, but had convinced her to actually trust people? What if the story had advanced a year or two or five, and Han had helped to rehabilitate Finn from his life as a First Order soldier? Han’s fast-and-loose approach to life is just the sort of thing Finn could use.

What if, dare I say it, Han Solo had become a father to the new heroes, rather than just a companion on a trip?

Then we get the confrontation with Rilo Kiley. Han and Leia wish to bring back the son they failed. Han confronts Milo Cyrus and we get that Ben Solo reveal and...Rey loses a parental figure again (but for real, not because they shared a boat ride). Finn’s lost a mentor, one of the first people he latched onto after rejecting the First Order, not just someone who lied for him so he could get laid.

I think that would give the scene more weight, both to the characters and to the fans. Though maybe that’s just me on the second part.

I know Obi-Wan died in a similar fashion in the first part of the series. I also know Star Wars was written to be a stand-alone movie in case it flopped, whereas The Force Awakens was written to include all sorts of mystery box material. This one was built as a franchise. I would rather have this than the mystery of who Rey is and the lightsaber and so on. I’m not even rally curious about that.

The connection to Anakin’s lightsaber marks her as either a Skywalker or more tenuously a Kenobi, so neither of those will be a worthwhile reveal. If it’s something else, it will almost certainly be a twist that’s not worth my time, as it will rely on things not previously established. Given that JJ Abrams did the first of the new trilogy, I wouldn’t be shocked. Either way, I don’t care.

In a similar fashion, I didn’t really need to see the story leading up to why Luke was left on Tatooine. If that had been played up as a mystery, I’d probably be annoyed with it, too. Though I was a kid when I first saw the OT and my discretion might be overridden by my nostalgia. I mean, the identity of Darth Vader is considered one of the greatest plot twists of film history, and it’s based on inconsistent writing from the guy who thought Jar-Jar was a good idea. And admittedly, that scene still gets me, because I saw it when I was a kid and I thought it was so awesome that this just came out of left field with no foreshadowing and clunky obfuscation tactics.

What mattered to me in Empire and Jedi was not a mystery box. It was how Luke changes. He goes to free his friends. He confronts Vader, planning to kill him most likely. He surprises Vader, actually hurting him, and Vader disarms him. Vader tries threats and intimidation, and seeing that his son is still defiant, reveals that he is, in fact, Anakin Skywalker.

Luke, in a moment of defeat, initially denies the truth. Shortly after, we see him accept it. And with the exception of rescuing Han, the entirety of Luke’s arc in Jedi is how to deal with his father being the Dragon of the Empire.

To me, that twist is useless without the character connections. Without the actual father/son dynamic that follows, I don’t care. Shock, twists, jump scares all have their place, but too often we seen them thrown out to be shock, twists, or jump scares. I’m not interested in that. I will likely know the whole movie before I see Ep 8. I will watch it anyway, because I want to see the journey instead of the bullet points.

And I think that growing with the characters would have made for a more impactful moment when Han is taken away than whatever mystery box we have coming.

I mean, I hope I’m wrong. I want Star Wars stuff to be awesome. I want to enjoy the movies. And I enjoyed TFA for the most part. I just think I could have enjoyed it more this way.

But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe, in an alternate universe where I got what I wanted, I’m writing a blog about how I wished they had killed Han in the first movie to show how high the stakes are or something, and that I didn’t need to see Rey and Finn bond with Papa Solo. I just kind of doubt it.

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