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PROMPT POST #3 - CLOSED
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Reylo and 'Hellfire' from Hunchback of Notre Dame
(Anonymous) 2016-02-18 03:49 am (UTC)(link)+ praying to grandpa Vader for guidance
++ "You know I'm so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd."
Re: Reylo and 'Hellfire' from Hunchback of Notre Dame
(Anonymous) 2016-02-18 03:50 am (UTC)(link)Re: Reylo and 'Hellfire' from Hunchback of Notre Dame
(Anonymous) 2016-02-18 09:03 am (UTC)(link)Re: Reylo and 'Hellfire' from Hunchback of Notre Dame
(Anonymous) 2016-02-18 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Reylo and 'Hellfire' from Hunchback of Notre Dame
(Anonymous) 2016-02-19 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Reylo and 'Hellfire' from Hunchback of Notre Dame
(Anonymous) 2016-02-19 12:58 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Since it apparently has been blocked, try this link.
Re: Reylo and 'Hellfire' from Hunchback of Notre Dame
(Anonymous) 2016-02-24 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)I liked the use of the fiery-looking clips of Starkiller and Ren's lightsaber, matching up with the hellfire. Lovely, absolutely stunning!
By, the way, the youtube link worked fine for me. :) I also added the thread title back on to this comment, because I think that's why people are missing yours.
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(Anonymous) 2016-02-25 12:59 am (UTC)(link)This was so beautiful and elegant and eeeee, I am in awe of your vidding skills. You even got some of the exact mental images I had when I was listening to the song! No lie- I got so excited watching this vid that I had to stop it halfway through and go make a cup of tea to calm down. YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST.
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(Anonymous) 2016-02-25 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)Fic Fill 1/? - Hellfire
(Anonymous) 2016-03-11 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)****
He felt it again. Every bit as shameful as the call to the light, but far more insidious. It crawled under his skin and raced along his veins, spoiling. Defiling everywhere it touched. Corrupting what he worked so hard to purify.
In his dreams, she is sharp and real and beautiful as she leans over him, her breath warm against the shell of his ear, tickling his hair. “I know what you want,” she murmurs there, her voice low. The sound makes him shift his hips up against her thoughtlessly, like an animal, desperate for contact. She smells like sand and sunlight.
Her small, calloused hand on the side of his face, cradling his jaw. “I can see it in your mind. So many dirty little secrets locked away in here. It’s altight, shh-“ she hushes him, a warm susurrus of air against his skin, when a pleading sound crawls its way out of his throat. His hands spasm uselessly. He needs to touch her- needs to curl his hands around her waist, her thighs, her throat- but she has him pinned. The Force holds his arms stretched up over his head while her hand slides down his belly, deftly slipping between layers of heavy fabric-
He awakes slowly several minutes later, with the damp, sticky evidence of his shame still cooling on his stomach.
Kylo feels himself going faintly pink, alone in the pitch-dark of his quarters. He brings a towel from the other room, and cleans himself up, trying to avoid touching any of the mess. There is something infinitely distasteful to him about the sordid, disgusting aspects of his own biology. Blood and sweat and piss- it was revolting. Blood he doesn’t mind as much when it’s someone else’s, but his own…
He had always prided himself on being immune to things like soft skin and strong thighs. Any fleeting desire for base physical pleasure was channeled into something more useful- fighting, training. Something that would bring him closer to his goals. Closer to the dark side. It is not required of him, he knows. It’s something that he chooses. There is strength in purity. In abstinence. That was one thing he thinks the Jedi got right. When he resists the sordid, disgusting impulses of the body, refuses to give in to his baser nature, he is the stronger for it. It sharpens him, gives him an edge which he can hone and point towards his enemies.
Rolling out of bed, he dresses mechanically in the dark and heads for one of the training rooms he knows will be empty this cycle. He needed to burn off this restless energy. Turn it to something productive. Fighting is productive. Revenge is productive.
He draws his lightsaber instead of taking one of the training staffs lined up against the wall. General Hux will surely whine and complain at the cost of the damaged practice equipment, but Kylo finds himself unable to muster up the energy to care. Does the man really think the war against the light will be won with budgets and tidy lines of numbers?
He takes the image of Rey, sharp and beautiful as sunlight, in his mind and twists it; imagines what he will do to the scavenger girl when he finally gets hold of her. How he will batter down her opposition with sheer force, push through her defenses, forcing her back until she collapses, exhausted, from the assault.
He imagines her on her back, in front of him. Panting. Bruised and bleeding. Beaten.
Kylo steels himself against the urge to offer her mercy. There is so much potential in her. So much raw, untapped energy. He remembers the way she forced herself into his mind, pushing past his defenses. Clumsy, untrained, but so strong. He had never felt anything like it. Never been invaded, never been forced that way. It was shocking. He tells himself that he doesn’t want to feel it again. Doesn’t want to see what she could do if she were properly trained.
What they could do together. He could teach her how to hone that skill, if she would only let him.
It’s an impertinence. He knows it is. He hasn’t completed his own training yet. Still, he is knowledgeable enough to teach her. To give her the guidance that she is so painfully lacking.
He tries to deny the thrill he gets at the thought of her being his. Of her grudgingly leashing that sharp tongue of hers and letting him teach her- letting him guide her to that greatness he saw when he looked at her. Or the thrill he got, lower and far more wicked, at the thought of Rey calling him master.
That conjures to mind, completely unbidden, the thought of her in his bed, her slim thighs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his backside, urging him to fuck me harder, master, please fuck me-
He pauses halfway through hacking apart a practice dummy, suddenly intensely grateful that there is no one else in the room at this hour. His situation would be… embarrassing to explain, at the least.
Re: Fic Fill 1/? - Hellfire
(Anonymous) 2016-03-12 07:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fic Fill 1/? - Hellfire
(Anonymous) 2016-03-12 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)