#forcebond

And with this part of the fandom dimmering down a bit...

I have no choice...

*Cracks Knuckles*

I'm gonna TRY to write a continuation/novelisation of S1 with all of the knowledge of Star Wars that I have!😤 (Tags are what it'll be for the story)

AN: I do not write for Star Wars but this will not leave my waking thoughts. It is ethereal and the ending Kylo deserves. I wish I understood the universe better so I can write a story with it, but I don’t. I could try but it wouldn’t be good. The poem is by Catarine Hancock, from Shades of Lovers. 

Imagine. Kylo and you are standing on the throne of Exegol. You're both looking over the galaxy you've conquered. He is yours. You're his. Emperor and Empress. King and Queen. He looks at you; an expression in his eyes confesses his undying love for you. The passion casts a spell on you. You've never loved this man more than you do now. The force bond you share is so strong. It pulsates around you, spreading throughout the galaxy. The First Order stands strong, undefeated. But peace is found within its rule. You are that peace. Kylo's aggressive nature is balanced with your irenic nurturing.

"if you asked me to,

i would rip stars out of the sky

and slip them into your pockets.

if you needed it,

i would pull the salt from the ocean.

pour it into a shaker just for you.

i would give you the planets

on a silver platter.

whatever you desire.

just ask."

“The admiral released an audible sigh of relief and quickly approached the wreck, with Vader close behind. Stormtroopers were already dousing the smoking hull in a fire-resistant chemical, and one was attempting to pry open the hatch using the manual emergency release.

By the time Vader reached the scene, an exhausted, but otherwise healthy Luke was jumping down on to the deck. His face lit up when he saw Vader.

“Dad!”