Author’s Note: This one was fun to write!! I’m not sure if I’ll be updating over the weekend, but I will hopefully write the requests I have before they start piling up too much haha Also this gif is only like half applicable to the chapter but I thought it was cute so enjoy xx
Kylo awoke to the sound of a voice in his head. He opened his eyes wearily, taking in his surroundings and remembering where he was. His back ached slightly from the night of sleeping on the floor, but that thought quickly escaped him when he heard the voice getting louder.
They might still be sleeping. He could hear the Queen think. I’ll just check up on them.
Kylo sensed your mother approaching the bedroom and groggily stood up. He rubbed his eyes before glancing over to you still sleeping on the bed. A faint trace of a smile ghosted his lips as he saw how dishevelled you looked. Your mouth was hanging half open and your hair spread in all different directions. But you looked peaceful. Kylo supposed it was because you were sleeping in your own bed once more.
He nudged you gently, but you remained still.
You groaned, lazily swatting your hand towards him, “Go away.”
“Wake up!” He pushed you slightly harder this time.
“Let me sleep,” you mumbled.
“Your mother is nearly at the door.”
Those words sent you bolting upright and you started to get out of the bed.
“No,” Kylo said, pushing you back down and getting into the bed himself.
“W-what are you doing?!”
“We’re married remember?”
You felt Kylo’s leg briefly brush your own and you scowled, “You’re freezing!”
He ignored you, easily putting his arm around your shoulder.
You sighed, you had almost forgotten how seriously he was taking the marriage pretence.
“Put your head on my shoulder,” he instructed.
“I don’t want to.”
He rolled his eyes as he pushed your head down on to his shoulder.
“You should’ve just listened to me then,” he hummed.
“Y/N? Sweetheart, are you awake?” You instantly recognised your Mother’s voice as she knocked swiftly.
Kylo straightened himself up slightly before extending his hand out slightly towards the door.
“Oh my,” your mother laughed in surprise as the door opened. She grinned as she looked up to the bed, “Good morning.”
“Morning,” you smiled.
You saw your mother glance down to the woollen blanket on the rug and she gave you both a suggestive smile, “I hope you two had a good night’s rest.”
“We did, thank you, Your Majesty,” Kylo responded before you could.
“Well I just wanted to see if you were both awake,” your mother clasped her hands together, “I’ll leave you to get ready.”
“We’ll be out soon, Your Majesty,” Kylo told her.
“Take your time,” she said happily before leaving.
You had almost forgotten that your head was still on Kylo’s shoulder when he cleared his throat, removing his arm from around you.
“Aren’t you going to get out?” You smirked, knowing that he too had become comfortable.
“Oh, right,” he mumbled, standing up.
You let out a yawn before nuzzling back under the blanket.
“Don’t get too comfortable, Princess,” Kylo said, “Hux and I have formal matters to discuss with the King, but we are still training this afternoon.”
You frowned, “Can’t I just have one day off? I thought this was a holiday.”
“We don’t have time for holidays,” Kylo snapped at you, “This was merely a…change of scenery.”
“Why did we come back to my home planet then?”
“Will you ever run out of questions for me?” Kylo asked as he put his helmet on.
“Maybe… but where’s the fun in that?” You grinned, using his own words against him.
“You seem very happy, Y/N,” your mother told you.
“Really?” You were walking arm in arm through the palace garden.
“Truly,” she smiled, “The Commander is clearly treating you well.”
“Hmm, clearly,” you muttered as you approached the courtyard.
Kylo was already there, showing your brother and the King his lightsaber.
Hux was there too, but unsurprisingly, his attention was on his datapad.
“Y/N, do you have one of these yet?” Your brother asked when he noticed you had arrived.
“Kylo doesn’t let me anywhere near his, so that’s a definite no,” you said, stepping onto the concrete.
“The Commander has kindly offered us to watch you train this afternoon.”
Hux snapped his head up to give you a glare, as if to warn you not to protest.
No one but Kylo had seen you train before. You didn’t know how to feel about having an audience.
Kylo retracted his lightsaber and handed you your training stick. You snatched it from him hastily.
“The Princess can have quite the temper when she wants to,” Kylo told your family. Though he had his helmet on, it was as if you could hear the smirk in his voice.
“We know,” your brother chuckled.
“Ready?” Kylo asked.
“Do as I tell you.”
It was the first time you had heard Kylo’s voice in your head—at least the first time he had actually consented to it. You looked up at him as if to acknowledge what he had said.
You were pacing carefully in a circular motion, waiting for Kylo to make the first move.
You did so just before Kylo swung at you. Your family cheered at your success and you smiled to yourself.
“Your move, Princess.”
You were thought carefully about where you would strike him.
Kylo’s voice was cut short as you swung for his shoulder, the weapon hitting his skin.
You furrowed your brows. Why was he making you look good in front of your family? Hux would have surely suggested it.
“Shut up,” you responded this time, easily forcing him out of your mind. You wanted to earn this victory yourself.
You struck once more, the weapon only narrowly missing Kylo’s thigh. You could tell his demeanour towards you had changed.
As he started to move towards you, you panicked and extended your arm out towards him. In a flurry of movements, it was as if Kylo tripped on thin air and he plummeted to the ground.
Hux let out a laugh as your family clapped for you once more.
“Thank you, thank you,” you beamed, bowing dramatically for your audience. You didn’t realise how much you had neededtheir approval until now.
You turned to face Kylo, holding out your hand to help him up. He ignored it, and quickly rose to his feet.
You had two more sparring rounds after that, with Kylo being defeated both times by you. He watched as you improved the more your family cheered you on. He realised in that moment that he had made the right decision in bringing you here.
“Well then boys, if you don’t mind, my mother and I were having a lovely walk through the gardens before this,” you said pointedly. As the others began filtering out, Kylo stayed behind.
“Can I have a word in private?” He asked, with an uncharacteristic politeness. Your mother understood and she quickly exited the courtyard also.
You turned around to give him a puzzled look, “Is something wrong?”
“You did well.”
“That’s because you were helping me.”
He shook his head, “It was all you, Princess.”
“Well, I suppose it was mostly me,” you said bashfully.
“You needed this. Your family’s support, I mean.”
You nodded, “I think you’re right.”
“Y/N, I think that,” Kylo let out a sigh before continuing, “I think you should stay here.”
“W-Why… What—” you were struggling to find the right words. Where was this coming from?
“I can see that you’re happier here. It is your home after all.”
“The First Order is my home now.”
“Not like this,” he said, gesturing to the surroundings, “You still need your family.”
“I need you too,” you heard the words escape your mouth, “To train me, obviously,” you added hastily.
“I have taught you enough. You’re naturally skilled, you will learn to harness your power over time.”
“But the arrangement between us, the Supreme Leader will—”
“The Supreme Leader will find someone else to become my apprentice, and this marriage can be easily dissolved. You didn’t ask to be a part of this war.”
“No. I chose to be,” you whispered.
“But you are unhappy on Starkiller Base.”
“Don’t try to deny it, I’m not a fool.”
“Well I can’t stay here, Kylo. I won’t.”
“Why not?” He was slightly agitated. He was still surprised at himself for even offering you to stay, but he couldn’t believe that you were refusing to.
“Because I am your apprentice and your wife before I am this planet’s princess. At least now, anyway.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to return with me and the General tomorrow.”
“Yes,” you stepped closer to him, “It does.”
Kylo couldn’t help but feel relieved at your words, albeit slightly confused.
“Your offer means more to me than you will ever know,” your voice was low now and tears had started to form in your eyes at the thought of what you were choosing to give up, “But I made a commitment to you, and you to me. I want you to continue with my training. On Starkiller Base.”
Kylo nodded, “As you wish, Princess.”
By the time you and your mother had returned from your work that evening, it was already quite late. She escorted you straight to your bedroom, both of you exhausted.
As you opened the door, you saw Kylo lying on the bed. You knew he wasn’t really asleep. He must have sensed you both from down the hallway.
“I’ll let you get to sleep,” your mother whispered.
You nodded, kissing her cheek as you went into the bathroom to change. You heard muffled voices from the other side and you heard that your mother and Kylo had started talking. If this trip had taught you anything, it was that Kylo Ren was a massive suck-up.
You managed to hear the end of the conversation in the bedroom as you re-entered it, “Promise me you’ll watch over my daughter, Commander.”
“You have my word, Your Majesty.”
Your mother looked up at you as you approached them. She waited expectantly and you realised she wasn’t going to leave until you got into the bed too. You lifted the blanket slightly and lied down hesitantly.
A smile plastered on her face, your mother quickly left the room. As soon as the door closed, you sat up.
“What are you doing?”
“You slept on the floor last night, I suppose it’s only fair if I do it tonight.”
“Kylo, we went over this already, I’m not going to stay behind—”
“No, Princess,” he let out a small chuckle as he pulled you back down to the bed, “I meant stay here, beside me.”
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Francis Bacon :: Enlarged contact sheet of two men wrestling, New York, from the studio of Francis Bacon, circa 1975.
From: ‘The Image as Question: An Exhibition of Evidential Photography’ at Michael Hoppen Gallery / src: theGuardian
“An enlarged contact sheet of two men wrestling in swimming trunks and caps, originally taken by Francis Bacon in New York in 1975, nestled for years in a bin bag in the attic of a Mr Robertson
from Surrey, who turned out to be the artist’s electrician. (Other bin
bags given to him for safekeeping included personal diaries, cashed
cheques, letters and holidays snaps.) The photographs highlighted in red
were used by Bacon as models for painting particular body parts in
motion. They echo another exhibit, a 17-frame series of a nude man
walking by Etienne Jules-Marey, whose motion studies preceded those of
the better-known Eadweard Muybridge.” (quoted from source)
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