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Ok that’s fair

Finn: KYLO REN TOOK HER AND CARRIED HER ONTO HIS SHIP

also asked by @rjrambles!

“i can’t...get it to work,” rey mutters to herself.  she’s got a pair of tweezers in hand and the crystal is split.  she has salvaged and remade much in her life, but a lightsaber--

the books she’d stolen from ahch-to are useless.  she can’t read the lettering that they’re written in, and if there are instructions for the creation of a lightsaber, there are no diagrams she can use.  everything is

trust your feelings

a whisper of wind through grass though she is among the stars and not on a salt-soaked island

instinct. 

she clicks the ignition and the crystal flashes bright for a moment, but not for very long before guttering and dying.  maybe she and kylo had truly broken the thing.  maybe it was truly dead.  let the past die.  kill it, if you have to.

she shudders and her mouth goes dry and her ears go fuzzy and she looks up.  he’s sitting there watching her on the other side of her workbench, the same guarded look on his face that she’d seen every time the force had--most unhelpfully--continued to connect them.

“i can help you,” he says quietly.

“and if i don’t want your help?” 

he flinches.  something about him is different now.  he seems broken, somehow, as though his confrontation with luke--more than his murdering snoke--had set a darkness behind his eyes.  but this darkness was more sadness and fear than the bleakness with which he’d contentedly have let all her friends die.

“i don’t want to face you unarmed,” he says quietly.  “let me help you.  please.”

you need a teacher, he’d screamed at her in the snow.  

and looking down at the broken saber that lightsaber it belongs to me she knows she still does.  at least in this.  will that make it his? she wonders, if he helps?

she remembers how easily his own saber had flown to her hand when she’d called it, big and heavy and hot when she’d ignited it and prepared to swing.  this saber will be lighter, smaller with the shaft she has prepared.

she blinks at him, nods, and he leans forward, looking down. 

*blinking guy.gif*

this worries me, because chewie doesn't wear pants. at least jar jar had the decency to cover his junk

I was so busy laugh crying at this post I almost missed my kid's piano lesson. Thank you for this.

I love the jewish skywalkers headcanons tbh, bring 'em on <3