#Ben solo fainted

[daniraevys]

A day in the life of fainting Luke Skywalker

Luke: See Ben, this where I and your grandfather spent our childhoods. In Tatooine.

Ben Solo(petulantly): Why is there so much sand? I hate sand.

Luke(sighs): Come on, let me show you your great-grandmother, Shmi Skywalker's resting place.

Ben Solo(follows obediently): How did great grandmother die?

Luke(seriously): Tuskens. Tusken Raiders. Always raiding our moisture farms, torturing people for their amusement.

Ben Solo: But we have the Force, we can defeat them surely!

Luke(smiles): Yes. Yes, we can. But, it was really scary when I was a kid at your age. One time this weird Tusken chased me around with a red plasma rod, I don't know in the end what happened as I fainted. Weird people those Tuskens.

Ben Solo(staring at Luke): Uncle Luke, doesn't red plasma rod sound familiar to you?

Luke(oblivious): Familiar? No.

Ben Solo(staring at Luke's lightsaber hang at his waist): Really nothing comes to your mind?

Luke(following Ben's line of sight, gulps): ......

** Luke faints **

Ben Solo(worriedly): Uncle Luke! Uncle Luke! Are you alright?

Luke: Yeah, sorry if I worried you, with the fainting.

Ben Solo(sighs): You fainting is nothing new to us, Uncle Luke.

Luke(remembers the red lightsaber and runs off to meditate and talk to Obi-Wan): I need to talk to Ben!

Ben Solo: I'm right here Uncle Luke, where are you running off to?

Luke(muttering): I can't believe a Sith attacked me when I was a kid. What was Ben thinking, saying it was absolutely safe on Tatooine for a young kid.

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[jessequinnfirstofhername]

The Rules:

Every twenty-four hours there will be another round. After every round, the character in last place will be eliminated.

If there are multiple characters tying for last place, there will be a special elimination round. In these rounds, every character in last place will be eliminated, even if all the characters have tied equally.

When there are only two characters remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

If the character that you consider the hottest isn't listed here, hit the 'what about ___???' option and reply to this post with the overlooked character. The character with the highest 'write-in' votes will be added to the next round. Unless the 'what about ___???' option is the least voted for, in which case it will be eliminated. Welcome to the party, Han and Cassian!

This is all for fun. Don't take it too seriously ;)

If anyone heard the faint sound of crashing, screaming, and objects being thrown at a wall, that was just me reacting to Luke Skywalker getting knocked out of the Hottest Star Wars Man poll.

Congratulations to all of the Finn fans, you rallied behind him and saved him from the elimination round, and honestly, he deserves it 🔥 😻

I’m just… going to take some time to process over Luke…

While I’m doing that, it’s time for Round Three!

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[j0eyj0rdis0n]

Senario: walking in after a mission/spree and finding their partner dancing and singing to music while cleaning. (Bro made peace with being kidnapped LMAO)

Maybe BEN, Jeff, Toby and Eyeless Jack?

I absolutely love this!! Send in more scenarios!! I hope you enjoy 🖤

CREEPS COMING HOME TO YOU DANCING/SINGING

JEFF THE KILLER:

He felt the atmosphere was different as he was walking towards the front door, it was odd, a feeling he wasn’t used to when coming home

It was happy, the air was lighter, it made his skin crawl

When he pushed open the door, there you were. Happily rocking out to the cd in the radio

He didn’t expect you to like the music he did, especially something as heavy as this

He didn’t realize you’d like the cd’s that we’re thrown about the house, but hell did he like it

He watched from the door as you jammed out, playing air guitar over the solo

A smile spread over his face, his scabbed cuts breaking and beginning to bleed

He could get used to this.

BEN DROWNED:

He was happy you were finally getting used to being around here

He knew it was hard to adjust but he tried to make the transition as easy as possible

When he realized music was your thing he supplied you with any sort of access to it

So when he came home to you dancing he was more than happy to see that you were adjusting alright

He watched silently with a stupid grin on his face

As he watched all he could think of was how much he loved you. How glad he was to have you here.

Eventually he let you know he was home, assuring you not to stop just because he was there

When you wouldn’t start back up he joined in, starting the dancing session once more

EYELESS JACK:

Music had always been an escape for Jack when he was human. When he was in college he was always swamped with hard homework and studies, so taking time to relax with music was a big thing for him

But ever since his sacrifice he’s dreaded music. It reminds him of the life he never got to have. What was ripped from him.

When he heard music from inside he felt anger bubble up in his chest. How did you get your hands on anything of the sort? He swore he burned all of his cd’s.

He walked in rather angrily, his steps heavy and his brows furrowed. When he heard your sweet voice singing along all of that anger subsided instantly

He felt guilty…

How could he take something that was so dear to him while he was human away from an actual human…

He felt his heart ache, he was confused, conflicted… He couldn’t be mad at the one he loved. Especially for trying to make yourself feel more at home…

He let his hand slip from the handle, turning around and walking away to ponder his thoughts alone

TIM/MASKY:

It had been a rough day… The mission was long, and awfully bloody. He just wanted to have dinner on the table and lay in bed with you after. No matter what protest you put up

He was about to call the same thing he did every time he walked in the door “honey! I’m home!” but the faint music stopped him

He followed the soft sound through the house, quieting his heavy boots until he made it to the kitchen.

The heavenly smell of roast hit his nose as he peaked around the corner. There you were, dancing and singing quietly as you plated dinner

He felt his heart melt as he watched you. He’d wanted a domestic life just like this…

He knew it had been difficult for you to adjust to his wants and needs… And seeing you so happy made him happy. That’s all he wanted was a happy domestic family…

Seeing you adjusting happily was like his wildest dreams come true

He snuck up behind you, placing his large hands on your waist as you set the plate down on the table. “Smells great honey.”

BRIAN/HOODIE:

Brian had always been quiet when coming in the door. All he ever did was take off his boots, pull up his mask, and give you a kiss before continuing with whatever he had to do for the night

Honestly he thought of letting you go, he felt pretty damn bad that you were so unhappy

He didn’t like how you two fought, the yelling, the screaming. And he just couldn’t bring himself to kill you…

As he was coming home from a mission he almost dreaded walking in the door…

He tried to take anything dangerous from you, but he didn’t know what you’d get your hands on and what you’d do with it…

So when he walked in the door to you singing to the radio he couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t express how happy he was that you were finally beginning to get adjusted

He wasn’t exactly a fan of your music taste but he was happy that you were happy

He made his way over to you, pulling up his mask just halfway for you to see his gapped smile before he gave you a tender kiss

“TICCI” TOBY:

Toby had always been a music guy

Just like Jeff he had an abundance of cd’s scattered around the house and he knew it was only a matter of time before you found something you liked

Which honestly he hoped for. He wanted to be able to spend time talking about music and enjoying it together

Coming home to his love singing along to the music in the cd player was just what he had been waiting for

“Found something y-you like?” He’d ask, taking the cd case from you and looking it over. “G-good choice. One of my f-favorites.”

At first you’d be embarrassed that he caught you, trying to put on that same persona that you hated it here and you wanted to go home

But as the music continued playing and Toby began singing along as well, you couldn’t help but get comfortable

“F-find more you like! It’s date night!”

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[leviathanspain]

Hi! How are you??

Can I request a Ben Solo x Reader, where the reader is Rey’s older sister (telekinesis) (very powerful) and Ben’s soulmate and Ben joins the resistance to help them take down the First Order but Rey and Ben have some difficulty defeating the stormtroopers but the reader is much more powerful and uses this to her advantage and releases a massive energy blast but Rey and Ben are protected with a shield around them and they notice the reader sway on the spot and Ben rushes over to her to try and steady her but she passes out into his arms and he carries her bridal style to the ship and gently places her down onto the bed and covers her up with a blanket. They arrive at the resistance base and Ben carries her out the ship and everyone is looking at them Finn, Poe rush over and notice that the reader is limp in Ben’s arms (you can add the rest)

thank u :)

you’re okay

ben solo x reader

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they had been in sync.

ben was surrounded, rey had been knocked down. you felt your hands shake as you tried to lift them. you felt weak, and ran to the edge, “hold on!” you shouted. ben flipped his head to you in terror, “no!” the saber in his hands moved in the air as he stabbed his way through the troopers. he was trying to get to you, his face contorting into anger as he saw you focus on rey, bringing her unconscious body closer to you. the squint in your eyes was the only indicator that you were even doing anything.

you couldn’t bring her too close, so you set her a few feet away, and crawled back, hands feeling around you until you sat, bones cracking slightly as you adjusted yourself. ben was still frantically fighting, a yell just on the edge of his lips. you heard his grunts as he slashed and you realized you needed to be quick if he was going to survive.

and then there it was. a faint glow surrounded ben and rey, the troopers exempt. and it was as easy as lifting a finger, almost too easy that you nearly killed someone on multiple occasions.

you held your hands up and lifted the troopers around ben, their bodies still in motion spun in the air. you heard screams, their screams, and your skin felt tight. you groaned under the pressure of holding them and swiftly brought them together with the same force that helped you move rey to safety earlier.

the troopers turned into a light sprinkle of dust, cascading down onto ben as he watched you collapse.

ben couldn’t help the shake in his hands as he looked for injuries on your body. rey had woken up, her attention immediately grabbed by your unconscious body, she questioned ben.

“she did it again.” he murmured, “fuck..” he muttered, his hands slapping at your cheeks to wake you, “fuck!” his frustration was hard to push down and rey patted his shoulder, “we need to go. now.” she stood up with urgency and ben sighed, bundling you up in his arms, he adjusted you until you laid with your face resting on his chest. his breaths drew in shakily until the ship came into view.

a sigh of relief left him and rey stopped to wait for ben, her face focusing on yours. her hand drew in to touch you but she hesitated. she looked at ben, who’s focus was too nabbed by your shallow breaths, “im sorry.” she muttered and walked into the ship, ben following close behind.

they knew you were weak. they felt your energy, it was slow and jagged, almost not even there.

ben pulled one of the medbay warming blankets up to your chin. he wanted to punish himself, make sure he paid for the sacrifice you made by exerting yourself, except he knew you would never forgive him if he did.

so instead he decided to wallow by your bedside, holding your hand until they got to the base, where you would get the medical attention you needed.

nothing could’ve prepared poe or finn for what they’re seeing. you, cradled in the arms of the enemy, and rey, almost compliant at his side.

finn lifted his blaster before they even stopped walking, “what did you do to her?” he looked at ben incredulously, his blaster directly pointing at him.

rey moved to stand in front of ben, but mostly for your sake, “she did this to herself. she saved us, used her powers.” rey explained, “she needs help, not this.” she looked around at everyone with blasters.

ben shuddered a breath.

he knew those blasters were for him. he knew that to them, he was a monster, he was a killer. they had every right to point a blasted at him, even the right to pull the trigger.

“where can i put her?” he spoke, his deep voice drawing their eyes from rey, almost petrified that he had even spoke.

poe looked at ben suspiciously, but he had been the only one to step up. “this way.” he motioned with a hand and began to walk to the medbay.

the dull beeping was heard first. then then iv drip. then your groans.

you heard shuffling around the bed and you opened your eyes. “ben.” your mouth had formed the very faint words, a hand moving to touch your throat, ben had brought water to your lips before he even returned the greeting.

ben kissed your forehead, and inhaled sharply, “you’re okay. you’re okay..” he whispered, kissing you once more, you realized he was saying it to himself as reassurance.

“yes, i’m okay.” you reassured him more, grabbing his face to kiss him, “where’s rey?” you drew back from him and ben looked down, “she’s fine. she might be with the others, i can go-“ he began to walk towards the door but you grabbed his hand before he even left your side, “stop. just-“ your words faltered and you shook your head, a weak smile on your face, “just stay with me.”

you pulled him close to the bed until he almsot fell on top of you, “come here.” you scooted in the bed and ben raised his eyebrows. you let out a weak laugh, “i know, and i don’t care.”

so that’s how you ended up in the hospital bed, ben with his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair, each retelling their perspective of the fight.

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[toxicanonymity]

Empire Builders. Ben's Hardware Ch. 3

5.4k / Ben Solo x Rey / ch 1, ch 2

WARNINGS: I8+ mdni. Sexual tension, gaslighting, another woman tries/fails to seduce him, angst, dubcon via uninformed force connection, ben jacks off, unsafe P in V (in force connection). Hardware Store AU explained. Strategic planning humor. Excessive plot. Beta/Star wars consultant: @dark-scape A/N: Written in February 2023. This chapter has far more world building & background than necessary. Like I set up way too much stuff for a miniseries, but I wanted to answer some reader questions. And at least the world is constructed in my head for future use.

Ben opens his eyes and looks around his office.  There's a leather couch, a chaise, an end table, a credenza stocked with high-end liquor.  It's certainly too high-end for the general manager of a local hardware store, but Ben likes things a certain way, and so do the clientele. He zips up his pants.  With Rey, he feels like he's doing nothing wrong.  He has his own rules for himself about the force connection, although they continue to evolve. 

The first time it happened, it took him by surprise. He felt a familiar tingle in his nose, the same faint tingle he gets when he uses the force.  And there she was in her bed.  He watched her for a few minutes, growing more and more aroused.  Then he gave it a shot - he invited her.  And there she was in his house.  After that, all she had to do was want him and he could tune in at will. 

He may tune into Rey's cute little thoughts about him sometimes, and especially her sexy little thoughts, but he only interacts when he's clearly invited.  When she desperately wants him.

In a way, Rey is in control – or, that's what Ben tells himself.  If Rey wants something from him sexually, he makes sure she either asks for it or takes it herself. He merely makes suggestions.  He opens her eyes to the possibilities. Rey may not understand it, but Ben barely understands it himself.  Certainly not well enough to explain it to her.  It would be like trying to explain to someone why water is wet or how to breathe.  It's not Ben's fault Rey doesn't know she's force sensitive. Most people don't know about the force at all, and they're better off that way.  

Ben never had a chance at a normal life.  His parents dedicated their lives and his to using their powers for good.  He didn't understand why teachers asked what kids wanted to be when they grew up.  Did anyone have a choice?  Ben even went to the FBI academy at Quantico and started in the Behavioral Analysis Unit.  It just . . . Didn't work out.  Or, it didn't work out *the way his parents wanted*, to say the least.  

His parents' names followed him everywhere.  Everyone had this very specific idea of who he was and what he was about before they even met him.  Everyone had expectations. His entire career was laid out for him. He'd probably be the director one day.  Without the freedom to be his own person, he grew bitter and angsty.  It was only once he interacted with the most dangerous criminals that Ben realized the choices he could make. 

Ben feels like he's protecting Rey by not cluing her in.  The only thing he feels a little guilty for is using a Jedi mind trick on her.  It's a little gross in principle, but he was  protecting her by making her forget what she saw between him and Hux.  Ben works for dangerous people, and Rey is far too curious for her own good. If Rey were to find out the store is funneling supplies to a dangerous criminal organization, it would not only ruin the whole set-up, but her life would be at risk.  

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Ben goes back downstairs to the store and passes Hux on the stairs, who's on his way up to the office.  Hux asks, "Want me to run those numbers for tomorrow?"

Ben has no idea what Hux is talking about.  He sighs, "What's tomorrow?"

Hux looks worried that Ben forgot.  "Uh, the retreat, right? Corporate?" He uses finger quotes when he says corporate. 

"Fuck me," Ben mutters under his breath.  "Yeah.  Thanks." 

How could he have forgotten? He knows how - Rey is a total distraction.  Empire Building's strategic planning retreat - what a joke, but Ben doesn't have a choice.  Who plans a retreat a week before Christmas? An organization that considers itself your only family.

Ben wants to get out of it.  "Hey, Hux - shouldn't one of us stay here to watch the store?" 

"Yup, that's why I'm attending remotely. I'll be here in the office and go down to the store during the breakout sessions." 

"Actually, I wouldn't mind staying. You deserve the break," Ben offers.

"Ben, no offense, but you know nothing about running a hardware store.  That's why I'm here in the first place."

"It's only two days," Ben says.  He's annoyed, but can't really dispute the assertion that he doesn't know what he's doing.  He's a hobby carpenter, which used to give him a false sense of handiness, but he's eaten his fair share of humble pie since opening the store.  If he had to run any other department besides Wood, he'd be in trouble.  

Hux sighs. "Alright, I wasn't supposed to say anything, but you're being honored.  You can't skip out." 

Honored? That intrigues Ben.  He tries not to seem too excited, though.  "Whatever," he says.  "Yeah, run the numbers, but run them by me before you share anything."

A buzz saw whirrs in the distance as Ben steps back onto the floor of the hardware store. He wants to learn to manage the store himself, he just doesn't want to learn from Hux. He walks by the key-making station and the staff member greets him.  He thinks about shadowing the keymaker to learn something new, but he goes to Lumber instead. They're filling an order of custom-length 2"x4"s.  

"Want a break? I've got it," Ben says.  The woman stops the saw and offers Ben her protective glasses.  He takes off his jacket, puts on his apron, and rolls up his sleeves.  He pulls on a pair of canvas gloves.  He can feel the woman checking out his ass as he bends over to get the first piece of lumbar lined up just right. "15 minute break," he tells her. "You don't have to clock out."  She walks off then Ben fires up the saw and cuts the wood.  

He's finishing up by the time she comes back.  He gives her the goggles back.  

Ben puts his jacket back on, collar popped, and goes out to the nursery and picks up the water dispenser.  He waters the tropical plant section and inhales the fresh smell of lush foliage mingling in the air with the sawdust from carpentry.  He thinks about how much he enjoys the hardware store.  He would love to just manage the hardware store one day and have that be his whole job.  If only things were that simple. 

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The next morning, Ben drives his bulletproof Range Rover with dark tinted windows to the retreat, which is two hours away.  He dresses in all black and lays a charcoal blazer in the passenger seat.  He pulls up to the hotel at the last possible minute.  He opens the glove box and puts his old beat up Glock in the back of his pants.  He doesn't carry it all the time. It's truly gnarly, but it works, and it's a family heirloom.  It was returned to him from the District Attorney's office after his grandfather died.  He puts on his blazer and makes sure the notched Mandarin collar is standing -  he doesn’t like his neck exposed.  Then, he tosses his keys to the valet

There are two huge guards at the door dressed darkly in plain clothes.  Ben knows one of them and gives him knuckles. 

There are only a couple dozen people attending but they've branded it like it's some huge event.  Ben would prefer to sit with his back to the wall in any given room, but there's a seat reserved for him in the second row. The retreat kicks off with a speech from the Emperor, which is a big deal. No one knows his real name and Ben has never heard of him appearing in public before.  He hangs on every word at first, but it's a pretty general speech about the importance of loyalty and how prosperous they are together.  Yawn.  Then he talks about adversity.  

He continues, "As we all know, we had some challenges last year. Now, I don't have anything against journalists - heck, my granddaughter is one - but they tend to stick their noses in places they shouldn't." The crowd murmurs. Ben starts listening closer again   

"And it's not like the old days where we can take care of one problem and it just goes away.  They've gotten smart.  They've gotten digital.  Setting up dead man switches and whatnot.  Anyway, after the Post article last year, and the boycotts, each of our biggest suppliers suddenly grew a conscience at the same time. Construction came to a total standstill.  For two months we built nothing." He lets that linger in silence for a moment, then continues, "Until one of you had an idea." His eyes twinkle as he looks at Ben.  A few people quietly cheer.  Someone behind Ben pats him on the back and Ben turns his head a little and smiles on acknowledgement but keeps his focus straight ahead.  

In truth, Ben saw the Post article coming.  The way they were handling their business it felt inevitable.  But it would have been a big risk for Ben to try to change how they were doing things.  Instead, he started anticipating the fallout and plotting to save the day.  

"Ben's Hardware, ladies and gentlemen." He gestures to Ben.  "We're back in business."  He makes Ben come up to the front and presents him with a ruby signet pinky ring.  When he sits back down, Ben sees Hux sends an applause on the Zoom screen behind the speaker podium.  Ben's tries not to roll his eyes. 

"That was real strategic thinking, and it got us out of a real jam. I want all of you to start thinking strategically.  That's why I've brought in a consultant this weekend." He  gestures to his right and an attractive young woman stands up. "This is Paige.  She's going to get all of you thinking like Ben."  She smiles at Ben and he swallows.  

Ben wonders how much Paige knows and what's in store for her.  This is sloppy.  He manages a small smile.

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The first session is a SWOT analysis of Empire Builders.  Paige talks through their Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities, and Threats.  It turns into somewhat of a post mortem of what led to the Post article and boycotts. 

Strengths: Reputation, resources. 

Weaknesses: Disloyalty, competing priorities

Opportunities: Services. Diversify disposal. 

Threats: Attention. Regulation.

This is a load of crap, and Ben is 100% sure Hux is just eating it up, scribbling notes and making stupid plans.  He rolls his eyes at the thought.  This is worse than a load of crap, he realizes.  Nothing good could possibly come from openly strategizing about how to expand this criminal enterprise.  

Ben could have walked right into a different crime family and taken his grandfather's seat, but that would have been the easy road, and he wouldn't have been met with true respect.  He knew he was capable of sitting at any table he wanted, and chose a different family.  A rival family.  He's climbing from the ground up by merit.  He whacks off a bad egg here and there, but he builds his reputation with brains more than brawn.  He's bringing the family into the 21st century.  

As part of his plan to make himself indispensable, Ben shared one of his many good ideas - the hardware store.  He shared just enough to climb one more rung on the ladder, and now they want all these goons bumbling around trying to bring something fresh to the table? He would hate for this family to implode before he has a chance to destroy it himself and build his own dynasty. 

In the SWOT session, they discuss some of the points together, but it's awkward because no one knows how much Paige knows about the organization or when she's supposed to get whacked.  They keep trying to be vague, but they're really conspicuous about it.  Ben tries to peer into Paige's inner world to find out how much she knows, but he realizes he can't see anything at all, much less read her thoughts.  He wants to test a hypothesis that the sexual attraction and tension with Rey is what's creating their connection.  

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They take a break and Ben takes off his blazer.  He leaves it on his seat and goes to the bathroom.  He looks in the mirror as he washes his huge hands, then he unbuttons two buttons and rolls up his sleeves.  He feels kind of slutty doing this, but in a hot way, if he's honest.  He runs his long fingers through his dark hair and swallows. When he sees his Adam's apple in the reflection he remembers his most powerful weapon.  He should've made an acceptance speech.  

Before they get back from break, Ben approaches Paige with a twinkle in his eye.  He talks about nothing.  He uses the lingo.  He gesticulates with his massive hands and shifts his weight flirtatiously as they talk.  He flashes his charming smile and compliments her on the dumb SWOT analysis.  He tries to keep talking.  He crosses his arms and watches her eyes drift to his forearms.  When it's time to re-start the session, he heads back to his seat and glances back. She's definitely checking out his ass.

"What do we mean by 'diversify disposal'," someone asks, and  Paige doesn't know how to answer it. So she doesn't know everything after all. 

One of the big wigs chimes in.  "You'll recall the Post article was primarily the result of a specific disposal that was discovered at a construction site. Which led them to look at other construction sites, pulling permits, and employment records, and so on and so forth.  All that fuss started with one sloppy disposal."   

The man still looks confused. The big wig makes a subtle gun gesture out of view of Paige.

"OH, disposal," the audience member realizes.  "Okay and diversify that how?" 

"Well primarily by considering properties that don't trace directly back to Empire Builders. And techniques that lessen the residue over time." 

"Like lye?" The man asks.  Paige swallows and doesn't know what to say.

Ben interrupts and saves her. "Have we thought about *reducing* disposal?" He asks the big wig.

The big wig laughs. "It's a core part of our business model." 

"Reducing unnecessary disposal? That's when things get sloppy, right?"

"Go on."

"Like say you hire a person for one job, like a conference, but they have a diverse business skill set.  That person could potentially be reassigned to, say, logistics and supply chain management?"

"Instead of. . ." The big wig is thinking.  "Right.  Good question Ben. Let's take that offline." 

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After the session ends for the day, Ben goes to the hotel bar.  He wants to check in on the store but needs a drink before he can even think about talking to Hux. Mainly he's curious if Rey came by.  He knows she wants to. Ben orders a whiskey on the rocks and thinks about Rey.  He feels like she has all the control.  He only gets to see her when she shows up to the store.  He thinks about the way she blushes under her freckles and her dimples and her perky tits and how bad she wants him.  He's horny. 

As Ben examines his drink in his large hand, a sultry voice startles him.  

"Ben's hardware, huh?" It's Paige.  She slides her small hand onto his shoulder and puts her other hand on the back of the stool next to him.  "Anyone sitting here?" He must have really worked his magic earlier.  

"No, please." He welcomes her to sit. His sleeves are still rolled up.  

She orders him another drink. "Another one for him. And one for me." 

Paige reaches for Ben's large hand and inspects the ruby signet ring on his pinky. She wants to try it on.  It's too big for even her thumb. One of the big wigs watches casually from the end of the bar. 

Paige asks too many questions, and Ben doesn't give her any answers.  He doesn't want to put her in more danger than she's already in. Also, part of him wonders if she's a trap. Maybe they've realized what he's known all along - that he's the future of this empire - they need to know he can be trusted and won't get distracted by competing loyalties.  Even if it's not a trap, Paige isn't Rey, so that works against her.  

At the bar, Paige is all over him. It turns him on.  He's not that interested in her, but he's only human.  She finishes her drink and slips Ben a key to her room.  She scribbles her room number on a napkin with lipstick.  He wants to leave the key and the napkin on the bar, but he wouldn't want a worse guy to bust into her room in the middle of the night, so he takes them with him.  

Ben looks at his phone and has a missed call from Hux. He decides not to call him back, lest Hux think Ben answers to him.  Plus, Ben is exhausted from being "on" all day.  He's a solo creature and having to pretend to enjoy "the family" really takes it out of him.  Especially with all eyes on him as an honoree. He felt like he couldn't let his guard down for even a moment.  

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Ben retires to his hotel room alone he washes his face and hands and grabs the hotel lotion.  He props up two pillows and lies down on top of the bed without unmaking it.  He crosses his large feet and studies the pattern of his argyle socks.  He really prefers stripes these days.  He should overhaul his sock drawer.  He reads the label on the lotion, then moisturizes his enormous hands. He holds the napkin in his hand and runs his thumb over the room number, which is just a few rooms away.  

He recalls the way Paige looked at him and gets hard. He starts to think about whether he should just do it.  It's not like he and Rey are dating - they haven't even gone out once.  On the other hand, hooking up with Paige wouldn't do anything but physically get him off, and he still wouldn't be satisfied.  He runs his long fingers over the mark on his neck.  There is only one person who can satisfy him now.  His eyelids are heavy.  

Ben palms himself through his pants and  debates whether he should try to force connect with Rey.  If he does try to connect with her and she isn't already thinking about him, it could startle her or make her question everything.  He decides to take care of himself  instead.  

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Ben takes takes off his slacks and hangs them on the back of a chair and lies back down.  He leaves his shirt on and pulls his boxer briefs down. He closes his eyes.  He wraps his hand around his hard shaft and despite how big his cock is, it almost looks normal sized in his massive hand.  He's proportional.

He's almost too tired to do it, but his arousal wins over.  He spits in his hand. He thinks about Rey sitting in his lap and begins to slowly move the skin on his shaft, lazily and in short, firm strokes, just getting warmed up. He thinks about her furrowed brow and her soft little sighs and how her warmth felt against his cock.  

Before he can get far, his nose begins to tingle. Ben yanks up his boxer briefs and palms himself through them as he closes his eyes to let it happen.  

But before he can see anything, Ben hears a moan echo from the bathroom of his hotel room.  He lies there frozen, wondering if his ears deceive him.  Then, he hears splashing and squeaking from the bathtub.  He jolts up and grabs his Glock from the nightstand. He holds it in both hands, his arms straight, and slowly approaches the bathroom.  He turns the door knob with one hand  and pushes it open before resuming his stance. Steam billows out of the door and the mirror is fogged up.  

The door creeps open the rest of the way on its own, and Rey is in a robe.  Thank God she's facing away from him.  He lowers his gun and quietly rushes back to the bed, taking huge strides. He puts the Glock in the nightstand but doesn't close it all the way.

The sink faucet turns on, then off.  Rey emerges from the bathroom and looks around curiously.  She doesn't  look surprised to see him. He hasn't done it on purpose, but the collateral gaslighting might be driving her mad. Surely she hasn't figured out how this works.  

Ben is lying on the bed in his boxer briefs and button up shirt.  He's still hard.  Her eyes meet his. "Ben," she says.  It's the first time she's said his name to him and it's the sweetest sound.  Her eyes scan his body, resting on his underwear longer than anywhere else.  She looks away shyly then he sees her remind herself it's not real. She gains confidence and smiles demurely at him.  "Where have you been?" she asks. "Where are we now?" She crosses the room slowly.  

Ben ignores the questions.  "Well, you found me,"  he says. Her eyes rest between his legs again.  He's emboldened by her continued belief that this isn't real.  He adds, "And you found me in quite a state." He strokes his hard length from outside his boxer briefs.  "Is this what you were looking for?" He looks down to his lap then meets her eyes again as he strokes himself slowly.  He knows it's what she wants. He still wants her to say it. 

Her hair is damp.  Her skin is rosy.  He's disappointed to have missed her bath, but glad she's here now.  Rey approaches the nightstand, then stands facing the bed, not far from him.  Ben wonders how much she can see in this room.  Can she see the napkin? The Glock in the nightstand? If she can, she ignores them.  She lets her robe fall open "Maybe so," she says.  That's close enough to a yes for him. 

Ben sits up in the bed and pivots to face her. He sits on the edge of the bed and takes both her hands in his.  He spreads his knees.  She stands in between his legs, close to the bed.  They search each other's eyes. He can feel all her thoughts even stronger now.  She wants him bad.  He scoots closer to the edge of the bed, barely on it.  His large feet are firmly planted on the floor. 

She wants his body against hers.  He brings his hands around her waist to the small of her back.  Her figure is striking and her skin is so soft and smooth.  He gently nudges her closer. His knees are spread wide with plenty of room in between.  She comes as close as she can and his clothed hardness meets her bare skin. 

She starts unbuttoning his shirt.  She looks even prettier with no makeup.   He strokes her damp hair, then cradles her pretty little head in both of his massive hands and brings her face to his. Their eyes close.  Her lips part.  Their mouths meet softly, then the kiss grows hungrier.  She wants Ben inside her.  He slips his tongue into her mouth and she meets it eagerly.  She finishes unbuttoning him as they make out.  

Ben moves his hands down each side of her neck, then to her collar bone.  He slips the tips of his fingers under each side of the robe and slides his hands gently to her shoulders.  She shrugs off the robe. His hands slide from her shoulders down to her breasts and cup them gently.  He takes one nipple into his mouth and moves his other hand around her back, down her spine as he tongues then sucks her breast. 

Her skin is supple and her ass is round.  He grabs a cheek in his large hand and pulls her into him, then his hand slides down her ass crack between her legs.  His middle finger reaches her pussy and she’s so fucking wet.  He releases her breast from his mouth and grabs her ass with both hands.  He stands up and lifts her off the ground in one swift motion.  Her legs wrap around him.  He turns around and lays her down on the bed and their faces meet again. His nose brushes hers as their lips come together.  As he reads her mind, he’s struck by the intensity of her passion for his nose.  He’s so fucking hard.

Her fingers curl under his undershirt.  He takes it off and she marvels at his physique - his sharp shoulders, his broad chest.  Her hands trace his hard pecs,   then his abs, and his happy trail.  Then she slides her hand inside his boxer briefs and seizes his huge, swollen cock.  Her hand feels so good.  He thrusts into her and her other hand grabs at the hem of his briefs.  He takes them off.  She wants him inside her so bad, but he wants her to say it.

He reaches a large hand between them to finger her while she strokes him.  As his long digits slide against her slick folds, he says, “You can have whatever you want.”  He knows there’s only one thing on her mind and it’s his cock.

“I want all of you,” she says.  She releases his cock and it smacks against her hip bone, then he removes his hand from between them and grinds his hips into her.  His hard cock slides along her folds and her head falls back.  Her neck is so delicate.  It’s hard to resist putting his hands around it but he doesn’t want to scare her.  

“Take it,” Ben snaps hastily.  “Take what you want.”  She opens her eyes wide and grabs his cock again.  She swipes a bead of pre-cum around the head, strokes him for a second,  then rubs his cock against her folds again.  She wraps her legs loosely around his back.  

Ben kisses her deeply on the lips and grinds into her hard.  He can feel her wanting something beyond his body, beyond this room.  “I want it to be real,” Rey says.  

“This isn’t real?” He asks with a twinge of guilt. It’s an inopportune moment for this conversation, in his opinion. He just wants to be inside her.  

“I want you in real life,” Rey says.  

He slides off her and rolls onto his back, breathing heavily.  He cradles his massive, aching erection in one hand, loosely stroking it.  “I do too,” he says.  

“How do I know?” she asks.  She rolls over on her side to face him and hooks a leg over his closest leg.  Her face is quizzical, but he can still see the want in her eyes. She traces his pecs and her nipple grazes his bicep. 

“You just know.” He laughs. “I know you know.” Rey climbs up and straddles his big thighs, hovering her lower abdomen near his cock as she searches his face. He'd say almost anything to fuck her right now, but he settles on something reasonable.  “Give me your number or something,” he says. "then I'll make sure you know it. I promise."  

She relaxes.  "Okay."  She seems to view this experience as some way of accessing her intuition or some kind of mystical guidance on how to get with him in real life. She feels like she has her next step now.  She'll give him her number.  

“Can we still have fun meanwhile?” He asks and his hips lift up under her. 

She smiles.  The only thing on her mind is his cock now.  She grabs it again and scoots forward more, her warmth hovering over his aching balls.  He sits up and kisses her passionately as she grinds into him.  

He nuzzles his nose against hers.  “Whatever you want,” he says.  Her hips roll into him more intensely until she rolls off of him and back onto the bed, lying face up, pulling him onto her.  He brings his whole body down into hers and she grabs his cock and nestles the tip at her entrance.  Ben kisses her deeply as he plunges into her.  She moans as the thick head parts her seam.  

He gives her a few seconds, then thrusts again, further into her.  She digs her fingers into his back.  Her cunt is so hot and tight.  He feels like he could come at any second already.  “More,” she says. 

He pulls out an inch or two then plunges all the way in and she moans.  They sloppily kiss as he thrusts into her again and again.  They sweat and their hot bodies slide against each other.  He knows he’s hitting that special spot deep inside her.  He knows she’s close. And so is he, his pleasure is building rapidly.  

As Ben pounds into her, Rey begins to whine and her face contorts.  “Yes, yes, Ben."  He feels a pang of pleasure in his balls at the sound of his name in her mouth. She says it again and he kisses her desperately before his name is gone from her lips, like he's catching it in his own mouth.  She comes and her walls clench around him, and he starts to come, too.  He slowly thrusts into her as his cock erupts.  When his balls are empty, he pries his lips away from hers to look at her.  His hair falls into her face and she tucks it behind his ear.  

There’s a knock at the door. For a moment Ben hopes Rey can't hear it, but her face screws up.  Ben ignores it and kisses Rey's neck sweetly, trying to make her forget about it.

Another knock.  "Ben, I know you're in there," Paige says from the door.  Rey's eyes water.

Ben wants to explain.  ,"No, it's not - hold on.  One second," Ben whispers to Rey. He gets up and starts toward the door.  When he glances back, Rey is looking at the napkin and key on the nightstand.  Before Ben can answer the door, Paige says "Whatever, you've got my key."

Ben turns around to come back to bed, but Rey is gone.  He stews over it for a while, but there's nothing he can do.

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The second day of the conference, Paige starts off cold toward Ben, but she tries to cozy up to him more during the breaks.  He tries to play nice but he's upset about the night before.  There's no way she could have known, but it still bothers him. He replays Rey's thoughts in his head and he's fairly sure her infatuation and attachment will win out over apprehension.

Paige's presentation talks about waste and efficiency.  One of the types of waste is underutilized resources.  Ben doesn't want to say it in front of Paige, but he feels like his capabilities are underutilized.  There are so many times they forgo mind tricks in favor of straight-up offing someone.  It would be cleaner to just to make them forget.  

Of course, a mind trick doesn't always work.  He can't imagine it would work for someone like Mitaka who worked full time for them.  What memories would the person be left with?  Plus, there are different rules for snitches. But as far as Ben knows, a mind trick would've worked for the disposal that ultimately led to the Post article. Ben keeps his mouth shut, though. He doesn't want to draw more attention to himself by bringing up his capabilities.  Plus, he knows better than anyone that sometimes your temper just gets the best of you.

After the session, during the social hour, Ben gets invited on a hunting trip.  He says he should really get back to the store.  A big wig slaps him on the back and asks if he can tour the store the day after tomorrow.  Ben agrees. 

Ben really can't wait to get back to the store.  

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Thank you for reading!

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[cosmic-kaden]

.: Cold :.

Ship: Ben Solo x Kaden Reese

Words: 735

cw: These two be infuriating and hopelessly in love lol Me @ me and Ben: I hate you both askjfhds /j

Summary: Kaden's cold. :3c

Banner: @/cafekitsune

"I-It's unbelievably cold out here," Kaden muttered through chattering teeth, the wind cutting through them with a ferocity that felt almost personal. The cold was not just nipping; it was gnawing at their skin, relentless and savage. Kaden found themselves in a precarious situation, having "acquired" a few essentials from an unsuspecting scavenger. Unfortunately, said scavenger was now relentless in pursuit, undeterred by the merciless cold that dominated the landscape.

Driven by a mix of desperation and the biting cold, Kaden made the decision to abandon subtlety and dashed towards the safety of their temporary refuge, a hideout shared with Ben. Both of them were fugitives, evading the relentless hunt of the First Order.

The hideout, thankfully, was not far, but the journey was made arduous by the howling wind. Upon reaching safety, Kaden burst through the door, slamming it shut and securing it behind them. They leaned against the door, panting, trying to catch their breath in the thin, frosty air.

"What took you so long?" The question came from Ben, his voice cutting through the silence of the hideout. Kaden, following the sound, found him lounging casually at a table, an aura of calm about him despite their situation.

"Ran into a snag, then had to leg it," Kaden replied, flexing their fingers in an attempt to restore some sensation to them.

Ben seemed to dismiss the explanation with a glance, his attention quickly shifting to Kaden's visibly cold hands. "Cold?" he asked, stating the obvious.

"Freezing," Kaden exhaled, continuing to flex their fingers, the cold having leached deep into their bones.

The howling of the wind outside seemed to underscore the moment as Ben inspected Kaden from head to toe, finally standing. Under his gaze, Kaden felt an inexplicable smallness, a vulnerability that was rare for them to show.

"W-What?" Kaden asked, a trace of nervousness in their voice.

"You were ill-prepared for the cold," Ben observed, a matter-of-fact tone to his voice.

Kaden could only sigh, their gaze drifting back to the door as if it were the source of their miscalculation. "I didn’t expect to be out there that long—I…" Their protest trailed off as they turned back to find Ben closer than anticipated, his hands gently capturing theirs. The sudden touch was startling, yet not unwelcome.

A silence enveloped them, filled only by the sound of wind against the hideout, as they locked eyes. Every touch seemed to intensify the unnamed tension between them, a warmth blossoming in Kaden's chest that was oddly comforting.

"What are you doing?" Kaden managed, their voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and hesitation.

Ben, momentarily lost in the moment, began to gently massage Kaden's hands between his own, the action speaking louder than words. Despite the silent question, Kaden found themselves captivated by his focused expression.

"The risk of frostbite is real. We can’t have that," Ben explained calmly, his thumb tracing patterns over Kaden's palm, the warmth from his hands a stark contrast to the biting cold they had endured.

Ben’s gaze remained on their intertwined hands, not once looking up until Kaden's reaction drew his eyes. The faint blush on Kaden's cheeks was enough to quicken his pulse, their proximity sending an undeniable thrill through him.

"I think… my hands are warm now," Kaden stumbled over the words.

Once again, a hush fell between them, laden with an unspoken tension. Their eyes locked, lingering in a gaze that stretched a moment too long, revealing more than intended. Ben's hands remained on Kaden's, a hesitant caress that spoke volumes, unwilling to break the connection just yet.

"Ben." Kaden's voice was softer now, a hint of amusement in their tone.

"Hm?" Ben responded, the sound almost a caress.

"You're holding my hands hostage." Kaden chuckled, lightening the moment, prompting Ben to glance down and quickly release their hands.

"Apologies....Feel better?"

more than you know.. "Yes, thank you."

Later, as Kaden lay in their makeshift bed, they replayed the moment, hands clasped together as if to hold onto the warmth Ben had given them. Their gaze wandered to Ben, now seemingly asleep, the quiet rhythm of his breathing a contrast to the storm of emotions within Kaden. Turning away, Kaden sought to calm their racing heart, unaware that Ben, eyes barely open, had witnessed the entire silent confession. With a soft sigh, he pondered this delicate song and dance, wondering when the facade would finally fall, which one would crack first?

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Was inspired after being outside and its heckin COLD T_T

If you aren't a self-shipper please dni <3 I have anxiety of being s e e n lol

#I WANT TO SMACK THEM BOTH LMAO #YOU'RE IN LOVE YOU FOOLS! KISS DAMMIT! #I love my ship with Ben so much hehe #my writing; #you had me under spell right from the start; #FINALLY TRAINED THE TAGS LOL I type “Y” and my ship name is the first to come up! good tags! <3

[sweetrevxnge]

Like Phantoms, Forever

Chapter Nineteen | Balance and Composure

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Summary: Your destiny had never been clear to you, only becoming so when it led you to leaving behind the life you knew to train with the galaxy's sole Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. His Jedi Academy became your new home, bringing with it the promise of someday becoming a Jedi Knight. While navigating the ways of the Force, an inexplicable connection forms between you and a fellow student—the heir to the legendary Skywalker bloodline, Ben Solo. Together, the two of you must face your destinies and forge the path to your true selves.

What to expect: fluff, violence, sexual content, general angst, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

Additional info: this story is set in 28 ABY, six years prior to the events of TFA

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

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Word count: 5.2k

A/N: ok so... I'm sorry for disappearing for so long. I was prepping for SWC, and then subsequently going to SWC, so my free time was being devoted to that. Hopefully I can get on a better writing schedule going forward, but also I'm going to be moving these next few weeks so apologies in advance. I appreciate you guys and your patience so much!!!

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When the suns’ light eventually spilled through the blinds the next day, the empty space beside you was profound. The only proof of Ben’s presence from the prior night was the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the cotton sheets, and while intangible, there was also a soft, cottony warmth stirring in your chest. Part of you feared that such physical evidence would incriminate the both of you, but another part of you savored it, committing the notes of pine and spice to memory.

Although Ben had restored 4-3B to his functioning state before sneaking away, the droid was not your only company this morning. As you cracked your eyes open, you questioned if you were still asleep, trapped inside of a nightmare.

Perched in the bedside chair was Voe, long legs folded against her chest as she peered through the blinds. Quiet breaths whistled through her nose as she watched the Academy come alive. Students hurried past the infirmary, shoving the last bites of their breakfast wraps into their mouths as they rushed to the training grounds. The question of why she wasn’t among them jumped to the forefront of your mind, and with her stoic features offering no explanation, you were left with no option but to inquire for yourself.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” you grumbled, rolling onto your back as you stretched your stiff muscles.

Voe’s head whipped around, her wide brown eyes landing on you immediately. Despite clearing her throat, her words came out disorganized. “Oh, hi—um—I don’t mean to intrude. I just wanted to talk.”

The irony of her words wasn’t lost on you. What was a bigger intrusion of privacy than visiting—or watching—someone while they were sleeping? Even so, she seemed sincere. Whatever matter she wanted to discuss with you must have been important enough to force her to swallow her pride and come to you.

You propped yourself up on your good arm, trying to ignore the blood that rushed to your head with the sudden movement. “I’m listening,” you said, yawning as you rubbed your eyes with the heels of your palms.

With that, she rolled the chair closer to the bed, still leaving a sizable distance between you. “Master Skywalker told us what happened, and I just wanted–”

Your widening eyes seemed to interrupt her before your words could. “Wait, what exactly did he tell you?” Fear shot through you like lightning, hot and crackling as it invaded your mind. Master Skywalker wouldn’t divulge what you had told him in confidence to your peers, would he?

“He didn’t say much,” she said cautiously, a crease forming between her brows. “Before he said anything, we had already noticed that the Grimtaash was missing from the shipyard, along with its pilot. Everyone had their own theories as to what might have happened that would cause Ben to leave in the middle of the night, but the consensus was that the two of you had run away together. To where? We weren’t sure. But given Master Skywalker’s reaction, we quickly abandoned that theory.”

Embarrassment heated your face. Because of course that would be the assumption. Not wanting to give their theory any merit, you pushed past the subject. “So, what did Master Skywalker say?”

The trace smile on her lips disappeared. “Just what he knew. That the Academy’s security had been compromised and that you and Ben were missing. It goes without saying, but he didn’t share our suspicion that you two were runaway lovers. And judging by the multiple calls he made to Senator Organa, neither did she.”

The mention of the word “lovers” made your skin crawl, causing you to pick at the loose threads of the wool blanket in your lap. Honestly, you preferred her barrage of insults over being called that.

“Well, they were right. I didn’t run away…” You reached for the glass of water on the side table to soothe your arid mouth before continuing. Unfortunately, the water betrayed you, putting your trembling hands on full display as you lifted it to your lips. Even now, after discussing it with Ben and Master Skywalker, having to acknowledge that what happened to you was an abduction unsettled your stomach. “A group of mercenaries kidnapped me,” you said, feeling as if you were testifying before a jury. “I don’t remember most of it, and honestly, it's better that way."

Voe nodded in understanding. “I can imagine so. I’m sorry, I didn’t come here to force you to talk about it.” Her hands were restless, her fingers alternating between picking at her nails and tapping her thumbs against each other. As terrible as it was to admit, seeing her nervous filled you with a strange sense of satisfaction. “I just…”

The subsequent words must have caught in her throat, causing her to choke on them. You leaned in a bit, expressing your interest in hearing the rest.

“I came here to apologize for my… behavior,” she forced out, swallowing hard immediately after.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 4-3B must have slipped a hallucinogen into your medication cocktail. As unexpected as it was, you appreciated her apology.

“For a long time, I thought I would’ve liked it if you were gone…” Her composure seemed to waver as she continued. “But when that became reality, I quickly realized that wasn’t true.”

You watched her with narrowed eyes, listening intently. An odd way of making her point, but you knew what she meant.

“You didn’t deserve the treatment I gave you,” she added. “Truthfully, I should have directed my anger at Ben from the beginning, but I couldn’t help it. It’s just that… well… he’s taken so much away from me.” 

Her words dripped with venom as she spat them out into the universe—seemingly for the first time. “What do you mean?” you asked, furrowing your brows, but undeniably eager to gain more insight into their tumultuous relationship.

She stretched her neck up to the ceiling, looking up at the white tiles as if the answers would be written on them. “This is how it’s always been with him. Everything comes easily to him, and without having to lift a finger, he gets what he wants.” A grimace twisted her features. “He was fortunate enough to be born into Master Skywalker’s family, while the rest of us were just lucky to be adopted by him.”

You hadn’t thought of it like that. She wasn’t wrong, though. In a way, Master Skywalker was your family now, making the Academy the closest thing you had to a home.

“But the most frustrating thing about him is that before you showed up, he wanted nothing to do with women—or men, for that matter. Hennix would always tease him, insisting that he was taking the Jedi values too seriously. I didn’t pay much attention to him until…” Her gaze trailed to her hands in her lap as she chewed her lip. “Until Dayna took an interest in him.”

The name sparked a faint, indiscernible memory, like an itch you couldn’t scratch. You sifted through the blur of introductions and meaningless conversations you’d engaged in with the other students upon your arrival until, finally, a face matched the name. Dayna had been one of the first people to greet you at the Academy. A cheery, copper-haired girl with a firm—but welcoming—handshake. Aside from that, you knew little about her. Until now.

“She likes Ben…” you whispered. The realization sank through your chest like the glowing blade of a lightsaber, scorching the soft flesh of your heart as it ripped through it.

Panic flashed in Voe’s eyes. “No, no, this was a long time ago—over two years ago now. I didn’t mean to insinuate that–”

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t.” Another realization fell over you, one that made a lump form in your throat. Even if it weren’t years ago, it wouldn’t matter. The two of you weren’t official. After all, how could you be? Master Skywalker would put an end to it faster than you could say “rathtar.”

You inhaled deeply, clearing those thoughts from your mind. “So, she liked Ben, and it was… unreciprocated? I fail to see what that has to do with you.” You didn’t intend to sound as abrasive as you did, but as soon as the words left your mouth, you noticed the shift in her demeanor, along with a familiar look of longing in her pale eyes. By the stars, you must have been the most oblivious person in the entire galaxy. “Oh…” You paused, suddenly afraid to overstep a boundary. “You liked Dayna?”

She sighed, releasing the tension in her shoulders. “Yes. I kept it to myself for years, afraid that if she knew the truth, I would lose her entirely. But then she started talking about Ben constantly. When she would ask me for advice, I wouldn’t even know what to say. To be completely honest, it was unbearable. So, I allowed myself to be angry—at him, at her, and at the universe—for making me pick up the pieces of her heart when he eventually turned her down.”

The jealousy stirring in your chest dissolved, quickly replaced by a sense of accomplishment. Any shred of doubt you’d had about Ben’s romantic history was erased, but now was not an appropriate time to relish in it.

With a sigh, she added, “I didn’t want to see the same thing happen to you.”

You were at a loss for words. What were you supposed to say? Did she expect gratitude from you? For months of verbal abuse, alienation from your peers? Or maybe she expected sympathy, your heartfelt condolences for the girl she liked getting rejected so long ago. 

“I appreciate your apology, as well as you sharing all of this with me. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to do,” you said, stopping yourself before you could say anything too kind. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you made me feel terrible for being with Ben.”

Voe nodded, lowering her gaze once more. “I know, and I was wrong to do that. My perception of him is much different from yours, and that was something I had to come to terms with.”

You wanted to laugh—or scoff—but you resisted the urge. “That doesn’t change the fact that I trusted you with that information and you used it against me.”

“I know it doesn’t mean much, but I am truly sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted that way,” she mumbled. “Please, just… listen to me. That’s all I’m asking of you.” For the first time since you’d known her, she was pleading, showing a vulnerability you didn’t know she possessed. 

Reluctantly, you nodded.

“I know he makes you happy, and while I can look past a lot of things that Ben does, there’s something… off about him.” Her jaw tensed, causing unease to settle in the bottom of your stomach. “Tai says it all the time—Ben is the only person he can’t read.”

“What do you mean ‘read?’” you asked warily.

“The Force allows Tai to sense more than most of us can. We’ve affectionately dubbed it as his ‘psychic powers.’ Sometimes, I think he knows when I’m upset before I even do.” She stood from her seat and stepped closer, causing you to instinctively lean away. Her eyes were sharp, matching the contours of her face. “And it’s for that reason that I trust Tai’s judgment. If he’s concerned about him, then so am I.”

“That’s… understandable,” you said softly, hoping that it was the response she was waiting for. “But I don’t need to get into his mind to know what’s going on. He tells me everything.” Well, everything wasn’t necessarily the right word to use. He shared most things with you—but people are allowed to have secrets. Stars knew you didn’t want every thought locked away in your brain to be discovered.

Voe placed a hand on your shoulder, a gesture that would’ve been comforting coming from anyone else. Instead, her touch felt like a hot iron. “Just be careful, please,” she said, letting her hand linger for a moment too long.

Such advice felt unwarranted coming from her, but you said nothing, only nodding in agreement, debating if squirming away from her grasp would yield a favorable outcome for you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see 4-3B hobbling over to make its first assessment of the morning. You had never been so grateful for an interruption.

Voe stepped back, shoving her hands into the pockets of her robes. “Well, um—I should get going. Feel better soon, and uh…” The gears turning in her head were nearly visible, working in overdrive as she tried to find the right way to say goodbye after a conversation like this. Finally, she settled on one. “Take care of yourself.”

“I will. Thank you,” you replied with as much emotion as you could muster. Maybe with time, you would come to appreciate her apology more, but for now, you wanted nothing more than to be as far away from her as possible.

4-3B cleared you for training a few days later, practically shoving you out of the infirmary as you left. Something in your gut told you that the droid was aware of its brief lapse in sentience.

The culprit of 4-3B’s downtime hadn’t returned since that night, leaving you equal parts bewildered and concerned. You couldn’t help but worry that something had happened to him—a line of thinking you admonished yourself for allowing. The Academy was now more secure than ever, with more N5 sentry droids than you cared to count roaming the grounds and New Republic patrols routinely passing by overhead. Master Skywalker had spared no expense when it came to protecting his students, and you were sure that having a senator for a sister accelerated the process. Wherever Ben was, he was surely safe.

“He’s off-world at the moment. I sent him to get some supplies for your upcoming trip,” Master Skywalker said, eyes still closed as he meditated across from you.

“Getting more supplies? I thought he already did that.” A stray hair tickled your face, threatening to break your concentration. With a slow—and targeted—exhale, you were able to redirect it away from your cheek.

He sighed. “Yes, well… Ilum isn’t exactly a vacation destination, and my ice picks have seen better days.”

“Ice picks?!” The focus you had been struggling to maintain quickly slipped away. “I knew there would be snow, but no one said anything about needing ice picks!”

The Jedi Master only laughed in response. His determination to guide you through your healing journey was admirable. Less than a day had passed since you had been released from the infirmary and he was already walking you through your first lesson: mindful meditation. Settled beside him was his blue and silver astromech unit, which was rather noisy for a non-verbal droid. That was until R2-D2 entered resting mode, evidently feeling left out of the meditation session.

“Well, I would like to think that Ben is wise enough to take a better path, but unfortunately, he is Han’s son. It doesn’t hurt to be prepared.” Abandoning his efforts, Master Skywalker opened his eyes, a weary smile peeking through his coarse beard.

At that moment, it clicked, and you found yourself wondering why you hadn’t realized it sooner. Perhaps if you had paid closer attention during history lessons, you would have. Of course, General Han Solo would be Ben’s father. It made perfect sense, given that he fought alongside Senator Organa and Master Skywalker. That must have been where Ben picked up his affinity for flying, too.

“I may have also instructed him to buy some additional lightsaber pieces. These kids picked my collection clean when they built theirs, and I don’t want you to be left with the scraps.” He stood from his mat, brushing off any lingering dust from the surface.

“That’s kind of you,” you said with a smile. It wasn’t something he had to do, but knowing that he took the time to consider things like this made your heart warm. 

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to be stuck with a lightsaber you didn’t like,” he said with a wink. “On that note, we’ll end this session here. I think your focus will be much better when you’re back from Ilum.”

“I think you’re probably right,” you replied, unfolding your crossed legs and stretching the tense muscles. Sensing Master Skywalker’s movements, R2-D2 chirped to life, joining the conversation with a series of unintelligible beeps. Well, unintelligible to you—a necessary reminder to brush up on your linguistic manuals soon. “What’s he saying?”

Master Skywalker rested his gloved hand on the droid’s head, patting it gently. “He’s worried that Ben won’t pick out any suitable pieces for you. In that case, we’ll just have to hope that he inherited his mother’s tastes.”

Ben could pick out scrap metal from the innards of a trash compactor and I would probably still love them, you thought. A smile spontaneously formed on your lips as you returned your mat to its storage bin before coming to stand beside Master Skywalker and his droid.

Silence filled the air between you, only interrupted by the occasional hum of R2-D2’s inner mechanisms. Finally, you said, “I’m nervous, Master.”

He let out a long sigh through his nose. “It’s normal to feel that way—especially after everything that’s happened recently. But finding a kyber crystal is every Jedi’s first trial, and I have faith that you will conquer it with grace.”

The fear of disappointing him fell over you like a plume of storm clouds. Uncertainty filled your gut, weighing heavily on your spirit. “I hope you’re right.”

He chuckled. “I have a feeling that I am.”

The walk between the temple and your hut was only a few minutes long, but you managed to prolong it by nearly triple the time. Dread settled in your chest as you meandered through the Academy grounds. Fear of what you would find when you entered your room.

With a trembling hand, you pulled the door open and entered slowly, as if the shadows were hiding the same monsters from that fateful night.

Instead of monsters, all you found was disarray. The mess left behind by the mercenaries was all that remained in your absence—perfectly preserved, like a grotesque exhibit in a museum of horrors. A fine layer of dust had accumulated on the displaced furniture, which appeared to have only sustained minor cosmetic damage in the attack. Having to imagine what the scene looked like that night made your stomach twist. How Ren and his men probably dragged your limp body out by your arms or legs—or worse—carried you out. Given the head wound you sustained, you believed it was the former.

Not wanting to look at it anymore, you began returning your belongings to their assigned places. Each step felt as if you were treading on eggshells, afraid to misstep and plummet through the floor. Tears brimmed your eyes as you smoothed out the blankets on your bed—a mess you would otherwise attribute to a rushed morning. The sanctity of your space had been tarnished, and as your thoughts spiraled, you wondered if anything would feel the same as before. Even just being around Ben felt different now. His touch was lighter, softer—like your skin was made of dry petals, threatening to crumble under the slightest amount of pressure. But that was the last thing you wanted him to think of you as.

Instead of dwelling on it, you flicked on the lantern beside your bed to accommodate the waning sunlight filtering through your narrow windows. For the first time in a long time, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. It felt too early to go to sleep—not that you were exactly eager to sleep alone in this bed again. But with Ben gone, what other option did you have?

The datapad peeking out from your open bedside drawer offered you a solution.

Minutes gave way to hours as you perused HoloNet articles, catching up on what seemed like a lifetime’s worth of news articles. To your surprise—and mild disappointment—there was nothing published about the Zeffo incident. Just the usual headlines of civil unrest in the Outer Rim, as well as the rising tension within the Senate. There’s one way to put me to sleep, you thought as you skimmed another article outlining the conflict between the Populists and the Centrists. Knowing what you did now, you couldn’t help but wonder if the Empire—or rather, First Order—had been disguising themselves as benevolent Centrists this entire time.

Oddly enough, there was a common focus in every article—from both Populist and Centrist publications. Regardless of bias, Senator Organa was a recurring character in each story. Whether the source referred to her by her senatorial title or as the former Princess of Alderaan, one thing was obvious: she was outspoken about this conflict. Despite never meeting her, she felt familiar—if only by association.

When the low battery alert interrupted your reading and the suns had fallen beyond the horizon, you resigned from your informal political studies and traded your starchy robes for a fresh set of thermals. A chill ran across your skin as you pulled the material over your head, prompting you to add a woolen tunic for warmth.

With every day that passed, it was becoming increasingly easier to move your injured arm. Getting dressed was no longer an arduous task—a triumph you hadn’t expected to happen so quickly. 4-3B’s bacta treatments were truly a miracle. Now, there was only one thing left to try.

Your fingers tingled with currents of invisible electricity as you reached for the lightsaber on your dresser. Trepidation filled your stomach as you slowly lifted it, finding that it was… fine. Just like before your injury, your muscles tensed and relaxed at your will—albeit with less intensity.

You rolled the hilt around in your hand, thumb hovering over the ignition. This was the last test—the Force’s determination of your worth. An unsteady breath left your quivering lips as you engaged the ignition, bringing the glowing blade to life.

Relief crashed over you like a tidal wave. The Force wasn’t reprimanding you for you using its darkness. There was no trial or atonement required to wield a lightsaber again.

Not wanting to impede your recovery, you tested a few careful spins. The movement, while slower than usual, felt natural. Tendrils of the Force seemed to weave through your fingers, guiding your movements. Your confidence grew as you continued, allowing yourself time to adjust to the familiar motions.

Captivated by the glow of the blade moving around you, you didn’t even notice the door opening behind you. That changed when a deep voice permeated the room. “Is now a bad time?”

The saber clattered to the floor as you spun around, stumbling backwards into the dresser, every drawer rattling as it collided with the wall. “For fuck’s sake, Ben! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he said with a wince as he closed the door behind him. Though he apologized, there was no masking his smug tone. His dark eyes flitted between you and the idle lightsaber at your feet. “I take it you’re feeling better.”

Partially obscured by his body, you could see that he was holding something in his other hand. It appeared to be a small, violet gift bag of sorts, and as he walked toward you, the writing on the front came into view. Jobi’s Sweets & Confectionery Depot, written in swooping, butter-yellow letters.

“Yeah, much better,” you said automatically, eyes trained on the bag. “What’s that?”

His face lit up with boyish enthusiasm. “I got us some treats for the road. There’s more on the ship, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of having one now.” He reached in and retrieved two frosted containers, both tied with matching yellow ribbons, to protect the pastries inside. “My favorite: Chandrilan puff cakes. I also remembered to grab some candied oranges for you while I was there.”

The smile on your lips faded as hesitation replaced your excitement. “Wait, where’d you get these? How do you know they’re safe to eat?”

Seemingly unfazed by your reaction, he answered, “The first supplies shop I stopped at on Daiyu was almost entirely out of stock. So, I thought I’d try a store in Hanna City.” He set both of the cakes down before untying the ribbon from one of the boxes and plucking up the treat, sparing no time as he took a generous bite. “Jobi’s a family friend. He used to make desserts for my family all the time.” His eyes met yours, soft and understanding. “It’s okay, they’re safe.”

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat. It was something so insignificant, yet it illuminated one of the many lasting effects of Zeffo. Perhaps with time, you would regain your inherent trust in food sources again. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to seem so paranoid. It’s just… hard.”

A smile formed on Ben’s lips, which were now covered in crimson-red frosting. “No need to apologize. It’s not going anywhere.” He pushed the last bite into his mouth before continuing. “You can always have it later. Or, if you decide against it entirely, I’d be more than happy to take care of it for you.”

You considered the pastry tin in front of you. It seemed like a lifetime ago since you’d had cake, most likely your last birthday at home. The bakeries on Khoonda weren’t known for their exceptional quality, leaving you and your mother to take it upon yourselves and bake from scratch. What had once been a collection of pleasant memories now felt like touching an exposed nerve. A mix of emotions rose to the surface.

At that very moment, you pulled the tie free and sunk your teeth into the spongy treat. Every expectation you’d had vanished the moment the cake touched your tongue. A delectable pairing of vanilla bean filling and another flavor you couldn’t quite recognize swarmed your senses, topped with a creamy teal frosting and a sprinkle of salt flakes. A satisfied moan vibrated in your throat. “Mmm, this is just what I needed. Thank you.”

He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss, creating a new shade of purple frosting on both of your lips. “You’re welcome, princess. I’m glad you like it.”

As you enjoyed your puff cake, Ben busied himself by collecting the trash and stowing it in the gift bag. His eyes searched the room, a puzzled look on his face. “Have you packed yet?”

“No, not yet,” you answered with a mouth full of cake. It wasn’t because you didn’t know what to bring, but rather that packing for the journey would make it feel real—too real. The nerves that had settled in your stomach erupted at the thought.

“Well, let’s change that,” he said, rummaging through your drawers for a bag. “We’re leaving at sunrise.”

Shit. You set the pastry down with the promise to return to it later and started pulling sets of robes out of your dresser. “Why in the galaxy are we leaving so early?”

Ben’s face fell slightly, subtle enough that had you been anyone but him, you would’ve missed it. “I figured leaving early would give us more time together.”

The robes trapped in your clutch nearly slipped free. “Oh… I hadn’t thought of it that way,” you whispered.

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured you, handing over an empty backpack he had pulled from your dresser before moving to sit on the edge of your bed. “It doesn’t help that I’m overly eager for this trip. I know your enthusiasm has wavered, and that’s okay.”

An invisible force squeezed your heart, but you didn’t feel the need to elaborate on his point. You knew his meaning, just as he knew your feelings about this undertaking. There was nothing more intimate than that, you supposed.

As you shoved clothes and toiletries into the bag, you looked up, finding Ben now scrolling through your freshly charged datapad. “Keeping up with my mom, I see,” he said, raising an eyebrow as he tapped the screen. “You want to bring this? Just in case you get tired of listening to me.”

You scoffed, snatching it from his hands. “First of all, I promise that I wasn’t being creepy. I was just bored. And second, I don’t think I could ever get tired of listening to you.”

 Though it seemed like an impossible feat to accomplish, you had rendered Ben speechless. What you said wasn’t revolutionary by any means, but you found yourself wondering if it was the wrong thing to say. You quickly averted your gaze, reading the headline of the current article with a renewed interest: Vice or Virtue? Former Princess of Alderaan Caught Betting Amongst High-Rollers on Bastatha. In the same way that a womp rat was a cuddly companion, this gossip piece was breaking news—which seemed to be the case for many of the publications pushing the Centrists’ narrative.

Before you stowed the datapad in your bag, the word “princess” caught your eye. “By the way…” you mused, debating if you wanted to bring this up after all. It was a silly thought to begin with, and not one you were sure Ben would appreciate. But the gleam in his eyes told you that you had captured his undivided attention. “Since your mom was a princess before she was a senator, then technically speaking, doesn’t that make you a prince?”

He rolled his eyes as he let out a short, dry laugh. “I guess so. I’ve never really given it much thought.”

Tucking your chin to your chest, you curtsied in front of him, using the tapered fabric of your tunic as a mock skirt. “Your highness…” you said in a proper tone, earning a brief—but genuine—laugh from the Crown Prince of Alderaan.

He shuddered and made a noise of disgust as he grabbed your hips, pulling you to sit on his lap. “Please, never call me that again.”

Straddling his thighs, you melted into him, your nose brushing his as you leaned in. “Fine.” You kissed him swiftly. “But only…” Another kiss. “Because…” Another. “You asked…” One final peck. “So nicely.”

He grinned against your lips, fingers bruising your waist. “You make a good point, but you forgot the most important part of all.”

You tilted your head slightly. “And what’s that?”

His breath warmed your skin as he hesitated to complete his thought, almost intentionally building suspense. “That if I were a prince, I would make you a true princess.”

You stiffened under his touch—not because you were uncomfortable, but because you couldn’t believe what he had said. It felt as if someone had opened a bottle of Daruvvian champagne inside the chambers of your heart, flooding your veins with tiny, effervescent bubbles. Even if he were joking, a declaration like that carried with it many implications—one of which had been occupying your thoughts since Voe’s visit.

Trying to play it cool, you let out a sigh through your nose, leaning in close enough to brush his soft lips with yours. “Stars, Ben. At least take me to dinner first.”

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “If you insist.”

#ben solo #ben solo x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren x you #ben solo x fem!reader #ben solo x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars self insert #kylo ren smut #ben solo smut #my writing

[chromisomi]

lifebuoy, a reylo fic | ch 15 is up!

After grabbing a few things from her apartment, the rest of the day is spent at Ben’s, with the two on their laptops in the dining room downstairs. Though, in hindsight, she should’ve insisted on being in separate rooms, because studying with Coruscant University’s lecturer Ben Solo proved to be unproductive. Her mind would wander each time his leg brushed hers or whenever she caught sight of the way his hand spanned easily across the laptop’s keyboard. Then that would lead to thoughts of how those same hands felt tracing her skin, her lips, her center.

And when Ben caught her staring?

Well.

“How are you already so wet?”

The words come out in a hot breath against her slickness. He has to hold her stomach down to keep her from squirming, but the table is cold beneath her back. “Ben,” Rey whines.

His nose brushes a sensitive nub and she squirms again. The hand presses down firmer before he closes his mouth on her, drinking in anything he can with long swipes of his tongue. It’s all too much – the view of his dark hair moving between her legs, the wide span of his hand pressing against her abdomen, the way he drinks her in like a man starved.

Another crack of thunder echoes in the sky outside.

“Perfect,” she thinks she hears him say.

And then he sucks.

The pleasure all too soon comes crashing down. Her back arches and a cry leaves her lips, the world bursting white until she’s left pulsing with heat and want and something… different. Something deeper, something that has her nearly in tears as she looks down at Ben. He pulls away from her, his glistening lips tugging into something of a smile – one that fades once he catches her look.

His eyes darken.

With no words, he unbuckles his belt and shoves down his pants and briefs. He rubs himself against her slick, coating himself in it, and then thrusts inside. The table creaks and Ben moves to grip her hips, pulling her closer to the edge, her opening pressed against him. When he pulls back and thrusts inside again, the table shifts backward with a groan.

“Oh!” Rey yelps when he suddenly gathers her in his arms and carries her to the living room, lying her down on the couch and huffing as he climbs over her.

“So much for getting work done,” he rasps before entering her again.

It feels like a sacred practice, the way her legs move on their own to wrap around his hips, the way he peppers kisses down her jaw as he moves – slow at first, then faster once he hears her moans. Arms wrap around her back and hands cup her ass, pulling her closer to himself as if being inside isn’t close enough. They move as one, on a couch in a house of untold memories. And once the hot breaths and roaming hands, grunts and faint cries, spill over, they’re left wrapped together on the couch in a panting heap.

“Do you have any idea,” Ben mumbles, his lips brushing her temple, “how happy you make me?”

Rey nudges closer to his neck. “No. Tell me.”

“An unbelievable amount.” His response is quick. “Unquantifiable.”

Her breathing grows shallow. Underneath her hand, she can feel the quick thumping of his heart, racing at the speed of her own. “You make me happy, too,” she says lamely.

“I do?”

Rey nods. “You do.” She thinks about it some more, trying to find a way to put her feelings to words without cringing at herself. “And… I don’t know, you make me feel safe.”

He hums at that, and his arms wind tighter around her back.

read the rest of the chapter on ao3!

start from chapter one here!

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[dancerinthestorm]

Fic Recs: Awesome OFCs edition

For some reason OCs tend to draw a lot of fire in certain fandom circles but I love them unapologetically. For me they are a brilliant way to add something new, something unexpected to a well known and well loved story. So, here‘s my utterly incomplete list of „fics that should be read for their awesome OFCs alone“.

Make way Lizzie Bennett, Sophie Hatter and Tiffany Aching, there are a some new girls in town! 😁

Theodora Byrne in @esta-elavaris epic "Catch the Wind" (AO3).

Oh dear, where to start. I am forever in love with Theo. I'd kill for her, I'd die for her. Her sass, her indomitable spirit, her way of throwing poor James Norrington off kilter. The whole story is just shy of 418k words and a beautiful, terrifying beast to behold. I unwisely started it on a Friday night shortly before going to bed and simply could not stop until my darling, long-suffering husband put his foot down on Sunday and made me eat, drink, shower, sleep and (most cruelly) sent me off on Monday morning to resume adulting.

I'm not sure if I should own up to it in public but to tell you the truth: I have not been able to pick it up since that day. Not because I do not want to (oh how I want to!) but because I am afraid. Afraid that the story will end and I am not ready for it. Afraid for what might happen to Theo and James. When I left them in chapter 63/101 they were happy, comfortable and (relatively) save but with the whole ordeal of "At World's End" still ahead of them.

Should you still put down everything else to read it? Yes! Absolutely! Go! Now! Shoo! And don't be a wuss like me, the story deserves so much more!

Pirates of the Carribeans. James Norrington x OFC. Rated E.

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Nika in "This Destiny is Mine" (AO3) by @messy-insomniac-bookgirl

I knew I was done for when one of my favourite authors decided to let one of her gorgeous female leads tackle one of literature’s most heinous crimes: The fate of Boromir. No way I would not root for her, rage with her, fear for her, laugh with her. A beautifully nuanced and overall kick-ass female lead that I cannot get enough of.

The story itself is not too long yet and is intriguingly hard to place. The author calls it a fix-it. And it is... but also not... not really... It gives us an OFC but she's no 10th walker. It has already made me feel everything it is humanly possible to feel, sometimes within the span of one short chapter alone.

Amazing storytelling and I cannot wait to find out where this journey will take Nika.

Lord of the Rings. Boromir x OFC. Rated E.

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Jenya in Bramandian0336's "Black Honey" (AO3)

Having to deal with the emotional hot house that is Kylo Ren/Ben Solo is nothing for the faint-hearted and calls for especially intrepid female leads. So, this list would be utterly incomplete without her.

Meet, Jeyna: historian, archeologist and - suddenly and unnervingly - subject of Kylo Ren's scrutiny. I absolutely devoured her stroy with all it's amazing world building, obscure Star Wars lore and action.

Star Wars. Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x OFC. Rated E.

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Asta in "Where I am needed most" (AO3) by @scyllas-revenge

Unable or unwilling to commit to any of the literary behemoths above? Then I have just the thing for you! A beautiful one-shot set in the chaos of the Battle of Helm's Deep. Wonderfully dense story telling garnished with spot on characterizations. Headstrong, brave, resourceful, sharp-tongued Asta is a sight to behold and I could not get enough of her clashing with Eomer.

Eomer/OFC. Idiots in love, shouting matches and kisses. Rated T.

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As mentioned: this list is totally incomplete. Please feel free to yell your own favourites at me in the comment section, regardless of fandom! 😁

And as always: a huge shout out to all the authors for your time, your talent and your dedication! You guys are absolute rock stars!

#fic recs #fanfiction #kick ass women in literature #james norrington x oc #kylo ren x oc #ben solo x oc #eomer x oc #eomer eadig x oc #boromir x oc #dancerinthestorm reads #and rambles #stories to cherish and re read for all eternity

[sarcastic--metaphor]

Mother Figure

It brings me endless delight knowing that Ben Reilly in ATSV is voiced by the one and only Jake Peralta. This is part of my omegaverse AU but can be read independently, basically i just really wanted to do the dad meme from B99

(You can also read it on Ao3)

Summary:

“What?” Ben asked, “Why’s everyone looking at me?”

Jessica snickered and said, “You just called Miguel Mom. You said ‘thanks, Mom’.”

In truth, the Spider Society was a real sausage fest, not that Ben hadn’t dabbled in getting with another alpha in the past. But he wasn’t the first or the last to notice that a lot of spider-people tended to be alphas. Almost all of them. 

It could be considered a canon fact, if not for the only two omega spider-people in the entire multiverse. The new kid (if rumors were correct), and the big boss. And apparently the two of them got along well. Which was great. Great for Miguel specifically, who was probably secretly glad to have someone lacking the heady musk that alphas usually carried around. 

Not that Ben thought there was anything wrong with the scent of a virile alpha such as himself. And he knew it wasn’t any of his business, but there was also a part of him that thought it wasn’t fair for a newbie to soak up so much of Miguel’s time and attention. 

Not when someone like himself spent a lot of time getting into Miguel’s good graces, winning his approval through hard work and incredible skill. Ben could practically feel it, he and Miguel had something special. Though they differed in secondary genders, the boss was someone that had plenty of his own inner turmoil. Their tortured souls were who they were, and Ben knew this.

…Not that he wanted to court Miguel. At least not seriously. No, he just wanted some recognition for his fantastic success rate. He’d gone on plenty of solo missions, all with complete success, so Miguel knew he was good at what he did. 

The only thing that got on his nerves was when he had to let someone else boss him around. He had a rep to maintain!

He also refused to admit that taking orders got a little easier when he worked directly under Miguel. 

Because Miguel was bad. Bad in the good way, obviously.

Nothing but muscle, nothing but fang, and imposing even without saying a word. He would’ve been the ideal alpha. But the fact he was all that while being an omega, with that undercurrent of sugary sweetness to his scent that Ben could only ever smell faint traces of… 

Who wouldn’t want to impress someone like that?

Which was why Ben jumped at the opportunity to lead his own team on a mission. Literally, he leapt through the interdimensional portal headfirst because he wasn’t scared of anything on the other side. And he didn’t go with just a handful of people either, he was responsible for his own task force consisting of over a dozen members. 

Despite how cool he made sure to play it, he was determined to not fail. In the end, Ben patched the holes in the multiverse, got the bad guys set loose in the chaos, bagged them in webs, and was ready to toss them through a portal back to base. All while keeping injuries on his team to a minimum. 

Minus the insane hit he took from a 2-D anvil thrown at his chest. He definitely had some internal damage, but what Ben was really hoping for was a cool scar. 

Stupid blunt force trauma, how hard was it to find someone in the multiverse to give him a light stabbing?

But he didn’t complain. Like a good leader, Ben sent the bad guys packing and let the rest of his team jump through the portal first. Before he went through, he did one last survey of the area, tapped his wristband, and sent a heads-up to Miguel that the mission was wrapping up ahead of time. Then he leapt into those rings of orange light. 

On the other side, he made sure to turn his stumble into a flip forward so he could land on his feet, no matter how much it made his ribs ache.

It was late at night in Nueva York, the Spider Society base eerily devoid of inhabitants. But one was waiting for him on the other side. 

Miguel. He was speaking to Jessica, who was assigned as Ben’s second in command. She was talented, especially when she had to lug around a motorcycle on missions. But this was going to be credited as his win tonight. 

“-but he did great,” Jessica said. 

Miguel nodded, hands on his hips. The shadows under his eyes had gotten bad lately, a tragic symptom of taking on so much work himself. If Peter B. hadn’t talked Miguel into resting for a night, he probably would’ve headed Ben’s mission himself.

Despite not having his mask on, Miguel’s suit still covered him up to the neck. Whatever high-tech material it was did an infuriatingly good job at masking his scent, something that Ben never really understood. The head of a pack should make themself known, right?

“Hey, boss,” Ben said, gesturing to the heap of bad guys still groaning about their injuries. 

Miguel looked his way and Ben traced every single minute shift in his expression. The lessening tension in his jaw, the quiet exhale, the upward tilt of his chin. Miguel wasn’t just relieved it went well, he was basically ecstatic. 

Not that Ben particularly cared what Miguel thought about him. 

Ben laced his hands together behind his head, “Yup, another perfect job.”

Miguel smiled, closed-lipped to conceal those wicked fangs of his. “Good work, Ben. Send these idiots back to their home dimensions and go get some rest, you’ve earned it.”

“Hell yeah! Thanks, Mom.”

Ben turned to sling an unconscious bad guy over his shoulder. When he stood back up, he paused. 

Miguel, Jessica, and the rest of his team were all staring at him. 

“What?” Ben asked, “Why’s everyone looking at me?”

Jessica snickered and said, “You just called Miguel Mom. You said ‘thanks, Mom’.”

His stomach dropped into a pit of ice water. Ben looked around to see if anyone else also didn’t believe her. 

“No, I didn’t!” Ben said, meeting no sympathetic faces (or masks), “I said man. Thanks, Man!”

Then his own team started turning on him. One of the Spider-Men raised his hand, “Uh, I heard it, too. You definitely said Mom.” 

A few stifled chuckles rang out. 

“Enough,” Miguel said, not looking at Ben. He held a hand out and all noise fell silent. So cool.  

Miguel added, “You’re all professionals, so act like it. I also want a full mission report and any data collected sent to my lab in twenty-four hours.”

Everyone nodded and played nice when the boss was still around. But when Miguel turned his back, more than one shot knowing glances at Ben. It didn’t need to be said that he, as team leader, was the one responsible for delivering said information. So he’d definitely be seeing Miguel sooner than he wanted to. 

Fuck.  

Ben busied himself with sending the villains home. He hit the showers and picked up something to eat from the cafeteria, but only blew off an hour or two. Any time he encountered someone else, Ben quietly braced himself for needling remarks. He thought for sure that the story was going to spread like wildfire, but no one said anything yet. 

It still didn’t sit right with him because Ben absolutely did not want to believe he called Miguel O’Hara mom. Rather than going to sleep still thinking about it, he swung over to Miguel’s lab, knowing full well the other was still awake. 

This portion of the HQ was definitely an acquired taste. The cluttered tech and the low lighting very much made this Miguel’s private space. And he marked it as such, a faint trace of his sugar-and-spice scent hanging in the air. 

He found Miguel high on his floating platform, as usual. Ben swung up without announcing himself, knowing the other had freakishly good hearing. He landed in a perfect pose behind Miguel, not that the other saw it. 

“I got that report, boss.”

“Good, Lyla can take it.” Miguel said, still with his back to Ben. 

It made his stomach twist and churn. When Ben hesitated, Miguel’s hands paused over his console. 

“Is there anything you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Uh, no.” Ben said, a little too quickly. “Why?”

Lyla manifested over Miguel’s shoulder, smiling wide as she waved at him. Meanwhile, Miguel finally turned to face Ben. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. 

“Don’t overcompensate. And don’t bullshit me, either. Just tell me, you didn’t mean it, right? You don’t really see me as a… a mother figure?”

The ice was back, creeping up his spine and threatening to make him shiver. 

Ben crossed his arms. “No way! If anything, I see you as a bother figure because you’re always bothering me!”

Lyla put her hands on her hips. “Hey, show your mother some respect.”

Miguel muttered something under his breath and said, “Stop it, both of you.”

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. Then Miguel said, “Look, I’m not going to bring it up again. I only asked because I’m not that much older than you. You know that.”

But he was also the only mature omega around. 

Not that Ben was going to point that out. 

He said, “It won’t happen again. Not that I’m admitting it ever happened at all, obviously. Because it didn’t, Miguel.” 

As Lyla laughed, Miguel pursed his lips.

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Ben was overcompensating, which took more strength than Miguel had at the moment to diffuse properly. He already lacked the willpower to fully confront the reality he was finally called mom by another spider-person. And not even by one of the kids, by fucking Ben.  

If only he went to bed a few hours ago. If only he could let himself trust a team to handle their mission without putting himself on standby as backup. 

Shit like this was what Miguel got for being such an anomaly even among other super humans. He’d seen one or two of them glance his way from time to time. He’d even seen some of the braver alphas make obvious plays at posturing for him. He didn’t hide his omega status, never had, but he also wasn’t interested in being anyone else’s bed warmer. And he was not ever��going to let someone brag about banging the boss. But something like that was predictable. It could be planned around. 

This thing with Ben was a weird new issue that came with being an omega in charge. 

“Ben,” he said, keeping his voice low but firm.

“I mean it! It won’t happen again.”

And as the other flipped his hair and pouted, Miguel could feel the creeping urge to look toward the heavens for guidance. He thought alphas were supposed to go after the skinny, pretty omegas. Not ones like him.

As much as Miguel wasn’t anyone’s omega, he was also not anyone’s babysitter or mother. He was not going to purr for them or get out of their way. He growled and pushed through crowds as well as any alpha.

You’re still not like them, he reminded himself. 

It wasn’t that he thought anyone would challenge his authority directly, not when doing so meant gaining a multiverse on your shoulders and too many sleepless nights to count. These were supposedly his people. The good guys. And they thought he belonged among them. 

So he tried a new approach. 

Miguel shrugged and relaxed his jaw, “If you’re so sure it never happened… then good job, Ben. You led the mission well. I actually have another assignment that could use an experienced head, if you want it.”

He pulled up a few screens, flipping them around so Ben could observe the glitching occurring in a few neighboring universes. A strange pattern given that there was no obvious source.

Just as predicted, Ben paused. Miguel could practically see him turning this new information over in his head. 

“It might get dangerous,” Miguel said. “We haven’t been able to locate the source of the interdimensional overlapping, so it could come from anything. If you’re worried–”

“I’m not scared!” Ben said, raising his voice. Miguel showed no reaction. 

Ben crossed his arms, “I mean, I’m not worried. My team, maybe. But never me.”

“Good. Then I need a full survey of the afflicted dimensions done as soon as possible.”

“Not a problem, you know I always get the job done.”

At that, Miguel smiled. “I do. That's why I trust you completely.” 

He knew what he was doing. He gave Ben an encouraging nod, which was even better than reprimanding or taunting him. 

Let Ben lead under the knowledge that his mother figure/omega was trusting him with something important, a gesture that could get just about any alpha to preen.

Just as predicted, Ben pulled his mask over his face to hide that mild blush and stood up straighter. Miguel knew Ben’s whole melodramatic-hero thing wasn’t an act. So it didn’t surprise him when the other didn’t hesitate to download the data to his watch and swing off, despite not being assigned his team yet. 

Or delivering his prior report. Which Miguel did kind of need. 

Oh, well. He’d had enough bullshit for tonight. For once, he was going to let himself push something off until tomorrow. 

#atsv #miguel o'hara #ben reilly #omega miguel #alpha everyone else #omegaverse

[zelda-cooper]

Thoughts, Headcanons and Comments on Liquidator (My AU).

This here is more of a commentary blog and maybe a rant, it can also be considered as a headcanon blog and also for Liquidator fans like me. Maybe I'll make the others Fearsome Five/Four, but I'll see about it... For those who want to, they can read it as they wish, but I'm already advancing that it's LONG and will have some low-level words (I'll censor it, but it's still worth it).

I was watching Avatar these days while I was doing some drawings and I ended up realizing something that could kind of be used for Liquidator from Darkwing Duck... I thought something like this: "Calm down there, the water dog there is pure water... He was basically going to M@SS@CR@TE DWD with his powers alone! HOW THE F*CK DID THEY NOT EXPLORE MORE OF HIS POWERS?!?! LOOK AT THESE WATER BENDERS!!! WOULD KILL THE DARKWING DUCK EASY!!!"

It was just like that... Only mentally...

But my point is... I understand very well that the series is a comedy, it shouldn't have that much budget for the series (correct me if I'm wrong) and it would probably take forever to animate moving water. But, man... LIQUIDATOR HAD ONLY ONE EPISODE OF HIS OWN AND THE OTHERWISE WAS ONLY WITH THE FEARSOME FIVE!!! SOME OF THE FANS DON'T EVEN PUT HIM ON DARKWING DUCK VILLAIN LISTS!!!! WHAT IT IS?!?! AHHHHHH-

*takes a deep breath*.... Sorry, my Liquidator fan side got pissed off. But I think you get my point. I don't know if ALL Dator fans will agree, but it's kind of my thought. Let's face it, Liquidator is already strong considering the dog IS PURE WATER, which makes it intangible. In fact, I suspect that even then, you can attack him. The Sandman, one of Spider-Man's villains, is sand, but he can be attacked and have his limbs like arms and hands shredded with specific attacks.

(I didn't find a Gif showing this, so settle for that one. It could even be good to be this scene after Liquidator fell into the water tank...)

And we've ALREADY seen him manipulating water and CHANGING its states. He heated the water to the boiling point, it evaporated and he was good and he TURNED THE FUCKING SAINT CANARIAN OCEAN INTO A YELLOW BORBERCHUDY STUFF!!! (I guess it was some kind of resin or rubber, but I interpret it to be some kind of resin anyway)

But I think the writers forgot about his skills... I think it was to reduce the water dog's power, the villain was a bit stolen. But here are some thoughts of mine... I think it, itself, doesn't exactly control just water. This is MY headcanon, so you may disagree, but Dator controls her liquid and CHEMICAL components more. Let's face it, NOBODY knows what he put in the water tanks, but it was probably random chemicals so basically he's melting in that scene (and in the end he went swimming there to see if it worked... Because of Darkwing Duck... ). Let's face it, if he created resin in an OCEAN, he can make other compositions like acid or even glue. I'm not good at chemistry, but I don't find it difficult... To be honest, if Dator was stolen like that... I'd love to see it!

But obviously... Let's have LIMITS!!! And the first is... He's water, people... One of the points I liked most about his solo episode is the way he was defeated, which is coherent. Use cement powder! That basically left him a statue... He came back, but still (What I didn't think was cool was that they turned him into Jell-O in Justice Ducks, that was pathetic, it's diminishing the character's morals, in terms of comedy, it's got some laughs, but... no). There is another point that is also... He still feels tired, that is, if he uses too much he faints. He doesn't necessarily have to sleep (yes, he sleeps in my AU...), but a five minute break or an hour maybe. And the last one, this one is more specific, would be high sound frequencies. For those who are fans of DC, take the Black Canary, for fans of Ben 10, several of his aliens with sound powers. And that really loud sound frequency. This makes his form fall apart.

So the main weaknesses, um... Cement just in case the situation gets tough, if he uses his powers too much he gets tired and any weapon or high frequency sound powers dismantles his form.

I have more to say about my headcanons than my water dog, but I'll stop here so I don't have to make such a big bible. But, for those who like my drawings, here's one of my Sona with Liquidator. That's it... BYE!!!

(I don't think he likes me...)

(Inspired by this here!)

#liquidator #bud flud #darkwing duck #darkwing duck au #ducktales #darkwing duck purple union #waterbending #nega liquidator #fearsome five #fearsome four

[kylo-wrecked]

emotions!

bold = always - italics = sometimes{/some verses} - strike = never{/if you're being iRoNIC}

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modern au | ben prestor solo, the senator's son

Happiness:

Being unable to stop smiling. Laughter. Bear hugs. Happy tears. Waving arms around. Dancing. Contentedly sighing. Eyes twinkling. Laugh lines. Childlike playfulness. Skipping. Talking more. Talking louder. Affection. Cracking more jokes than usual. Gesturing more when talking. Higher pitched voice. Squealing. Jumping around. Clapping. Singing / humming. 

Sadness:

Tearing up. Self-hugging. One-arm cross. An aching chest. Scratchy throat. A runny nose. Turning away. Deep breaths. Quivery smiles. Crying. Infantile sobbing. Hands gripping each other or an object. Speaking less. Taking up less space. Covering mouth. Puffy eyes. Eyes appear red. Voice breaking. A distant or empty stare. Monotone voice. Asking for comfort. Faking a smile. Crumbling. Shaking. Whimpering. Depression. Abusing an unhealthy habit. Withdrawing from others. Big teary eyes. Doing something even if it could hurt them. 

Anger:

Furrowed brows. Baring teeth. Passive-aggressive comments. Avoiding eye contact. Sarcasm. Headache. Sore muscles. Hiding clenched fists. Irritability. Jumping to conclusions. Raising voice. Going silent. Demanding immediate action. Keeping it all in until exploding. Body tensing. Making risky decisions. Middle finger. 

Fear:

Wanting to flee or hide. What-ifs. Images of what-could-be flashing in mind. Uncontrollable trembling. Rapid breathing. Screaming. A skewed sense of time. Irritability. Keeping silent. Denying fear. Turning away from the cause. Pretending to be brave. Nail-biting. Lip-biting. Scratching skin. A joking tone but a voice that cracks. Fainting. Insomnia. Panic attacks. Exhaustion. Substance abuse. Tics. Rushing adrenaline. Face draining of colour. Hair lifting on the back of the neck. Feeling rooted to the spot. Making body as small as possible. Staring but not seeing. Crying. A shrill voice. Whispering. Gripping something or someone. Stuttering. Flinching at noises. Pleading. Feeling sick. 

Exhaustion:

Constantly yawning. Blurring words together. Dark circles or lines under eyes. Mood swings. Hallucinations. Calling people by the wrong name. Dizziness. Denying they’re tired. Slow blinking. Trouble concentrating. Stumbling. Leaning on a doorframe for support. Sluggish movements. Falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. Becoming irritated by the smallest things. “I’m awake, I’m fine.” Shaking so bad they spill their drink. Fall asleep in their clothes. Lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. Passing out.

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dark ren au | the renegade

Happiness:

Being unable to stop smiling. Laughter. Bear hugs. Happy tears. Waving arms around. Dancing. Contentedly sighing. Eyes twinkling. Laugh lines. Childlike playfulness. Skipping. Talking more. Talking louder. Affection. Cracking more jokes than usual. Gesturing more when talking. Higher pitched voice. Squealing. Jumping around. Clapping. Singing / humming. 

Sadness:

Tearing up. Self-hugging. One-arm cross. An aching chest. Scratchy throat. A runny nose. Turning away. Deep breaths. Quivery smiles. Crying. Infantile sobbing. Hands gripping each other or an object. Speaking less. Taking up less space. Covering mouth. Puffy eyes. Eyes appear red. Voice breaking. A distant or empty stare. Monotone voice. Asking for comfort. Faking a smile. Crumbling. Shaking. Whimpering. Depression. Abusing an unhealthy habit. Withdrawing from others. Big teary eyes. Doing something even if it could hurt them. 

Anger:

Furrowed brows. Baring teeth. Passive-aggressive comments. Avoiding eye contact. Sarcasm. Headache. Sore muscles. Hiding clenched fists. Irritability. Jumping to conclusions. Raising voice. Going silent. Demanding immediate action. Keeping it all in until exploding. Body tensing. Making risky decisions. Middle finger. 

Fear:

Wanting to flee or hide. What-ifs. Images of what-could-be flashing in mind. Uncontrollable trembling. Rapid breathing. Screaming. A skewed sense of time. Irritability. Keeping silent. Denying fear. Turning away from the cause. Pretending to be brave. Nail-biting. Lip-biting. Scratching skin. A joking tone but a voice that cracks. Fainting. Insomnia. Panic attacks. Exhaustion. Substance abuse. Tics. Rushing adrenaline. Face draining of colour. Hair lifting on the back of the neck. Feeling rooted to the spot. Making body as small as possible. Staring but not seeing. Crying. A shrill voice. Whispering. Gripping something or someone. Stuttering. Flinching at noises. Pleading. Feeling sick. 

Exhaustion:

Constantly yawning. Blurring words together. Dark circles or lines under eyes. Mood swings. Hallucinations. Calling people by the wrong name. Dizziness. Denying they’re tired. Slow blinking. Trouble concentrating. Stumbling. Leaning on a doorframe for support. Sluggish movements. Falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. Becoming irritated by the smallest things. “I’m awake, I’m fine.” Shaking so bad they spill their drink. Fall asleep in their clothes. Lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. Passing out.

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[mimeisspeaking]

Beautiful Silence (Kylo Ren x fem!character)

Summary- Kylo Ren wakes up from a nightmare, luckily, he's with his princess.

Warnings- slight mention of death

Word Count- 676

A/N- This isn't my first time writing but it is my first time showing it to someone other than my mom so it's likely not the best. I also uploaded this from my notes app so the format is very weird and gross. Anyway, this is just sleepy Kylo Ren fluff so enjoy!

(p.s. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH BITCHES!!)

Kylo is running. He is running and stars, he's never ran this hard. He's in a forest on some planet he's visited only once. Why is he running? Kylo wants to stop, he knows he can't run forever but he can't stop. It's like his feet have a mind of their own, that mind is stupid.

Suddenly, and by no will of his own, he turns around a tree and starts running a different direction. He starts to hear something he didn't before, water? He's out of the trees now and the sun is beating down on him and damn, why is he still running?! He's not sure how long the running lasted, it felt like hours, but he stops now. There's someone in front of him? Not close enough to see his features but there's definitely someone there. He's turning around and no, no he's dead.

There's no way this is happening, Han Solo is dead. "I am dead, you know better than anyone, don't you?" Han Solo is speaking. How is he speaking? HE'S DEAD!

"Why? WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?" Kylo cries back.

"I am you, Ben. You carry my memory with you, you once carried my name."

Kylo turns back and he runs, it's not his feet this time, he wants to run. It's his will now and he can tell. He's sweating, and his heartbeat is roaring in his ear when-

Kylo opens his eyes.

Quietness.

Beautiful, beautiful silence.

The only sound is the hum of the generator and her quiet, deep breaths. He's in bed with his princess, his queen who deserves way better than him, wrapped into her while laying in a bed that is far too small for him. Kylo's head is resting against her chest, his thumping heart is replaced by the faint beats coming from the other side of her tearstained shirt. He remembers last night..

It was well into the night when Kylo ran out of a meeting that wasn't going his way and found his feet taking him to her room. He had placed his helmet on a table and his shoes beside them when he couldn't hold it in any longer. He pressed his face into the neck of his sleeping beauty and wept. Kylo wept, and she let him. They were in the midst of an argument about Maker knows what yet she still grabbed onto him, turning around and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him into her as she whispered soft affirmations in that perfect voice of hers; "It's not your fault," "I'm not leaving you, Kylo."

Kylo hopes she knows how much he needs this. How much he needs her. He needs to wake up from one of his nightmares, with the sun barely out the window, entangled in her arms. He needs his angel to give him the affection he so craves but will never ask her for.

Kylo's grip on her waist tightens and he pulls her impossibly close, knowing they'll never get close enough to satisfy him. At this movement, his goddess's hand goes straight to his hair, unconsciously massaging his scalp.

He hopes she knows how much he loves her. He's not good at showing it and he understands that. He'll likely crawl out of her bed in a couple of hours, leaving her without his overwhelming body heat and in a cold, lonely bed. He hopes she doesn't think he has to do this because he doesn't want to lay with her until the last star burns out, or because he doesn't want to hold her so tightly in his arms until his muscles constrict. He can't do that, no matter how much he wants to, because he needs his strength, it's all he has. Maybe one day, he'll be able to wake her up with kisses on her lips, her nose, her eyelid. Maybe one day he'll be able to hold onto his princess until his muscles ache.

But for now, he'll close his puffy eyes, this time to dream of beautiful silence.

#kylo ren #kylo ren fluff #kylo ren x female character #kylo ren x original character #sleepy kylo ren #kylo ren headcannon #soft kylo ren #kylo ren drabble #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren pov #kylo ren is a big baby and i love him #i am horrible at writing dialogue #go easy on me pls

[ao3feed--reylo]

Stepdaddy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0X1SuZO

by ElegyGoldsmith

Rey was almost beside the bed when she realized that her stepfather was naked. The curve of his ass peeked out from the tangle of sheets—and his muscular back, jesus— Even in the faint light emanating from her own bedroom, she could see every sharp line of his body, his corded arms, his long legs dusted with dark hair.

Under all the uptight Ben-ness, he was hot.

He was lying on his stomach, his face turned away from her … and the secret, wanton place between her thighs burned with need.

Just for a minute. He’d never even know that Rey was here.

Rey goes looking for trouble in stepdad Ben's bed.

Words: 7482, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Virgin Rey (Star Wars), Loss of Virginity, Rey is a Tease (Star Wars), Devoted Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Rape/Non-con Elements, Creampie, silver fox Ben Solo, Ben Solo is Obsessed with Rey, Rey is Ben's stepdaughter, Pseudo-Incest, Drunk Sex, Rey is 17, rey is a brat, Unsafe Sex, dubcon but it's not what you expect, Protective Ben Solo, Professor Ben Solo, mention of pregnancy/breeding, First Time, First Time Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Ben Solo is Good at Cunnilingus, Surprisingly fluffy ending, Vaginal Sex

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0X1SuZO

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequel Trilogy #Reylo #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #AO3 #ne

[redrascal1]

Another Beloved Franchise....Gone.

For those in the UK, the sci fi show Doctor Who had a HUGE following....despite its shaky sets and at times, dodgy dialogue!

But it was a much loved show.

David Tennant was my personal favourite. He was an amazing Doctor, had some great sidekicks and gave some great performances. Two stories - The Fires of Pompeii and Family of Blood - were very highly critically acclaimed and deservedly so. It also launched the acting career of former singer Billie Piper.

So, I was thrilled when he returned as the Doctor for the 60th Anniversary Special.

Only to discover it had been...obliterated by the Goddesses of Woke.

David's Doctor was repeatedly humiliated, and ridiculed by...guess what? His former female sidekick and her daughter, the former originally a lovely character who has now been through the same transformation as Rey in TROS. The entire show was little more than a way of once again asserting the 'women are superior and don't need men' trope that is becoming so very...tiresome.

I don't know any woman who wants this. 'Strong' women don't humiliate men. 'Strong women' want to be seen as a man's equal.

And guess where this 'show' was broadcast? Oh, right. on Disney+.

Disney, once the company who brought us stuff like Beauty and the Beast and The Lion King (original versions) have now become little more than a toxic organisation pushing a disturbing anti male agenda. TROS is a perfect example; ALL of the men in that were portrayed as infinitely inferior to Rey. Not just Ben, but Poe, Luke, Finn and even Palpatine - he was such a powerful Sith not even Yoda could defeat him in single combat. But, Rey, Goddess of Womanhood, managed it by crossing two lightsabres...and then, presumably because She Is The Superior One, even managed to stay corporeal after her 'death', rather than fading into the Force so that Ben Solo, last of the Skywalkers, could fulfill his family's ultimate purpose - to die to save the Last Palpatine, who of course is MUCH better than her granddad as she is 'woman'.

What the fuck are Disney playing at? Do they realise how dreary and predictable they are becoming? Does anyone want this stupid stupid dross that passes for entertainment? It's as embarrassing as it was back in the 'bad old days' where women fainted at the first sign of trouble and men were constantly fired up on testosterone.

I don't want this. Nope, sorry. Disney are going to have to learn something. Their first and foremost function is to entertain. And frankly, I don't find an endless propaganda machine about how better women are than men entertaining.

Live action Little Mermaid. Indy 5. TROS. All of these underperformed at the box office.

Willow. Cancelled after one season.

Disney refuse to listen. Instead they intend to make a possible series of films about how fantastic Rey Palpwalker is.

How long can they keep wasting money?

[masseffect5]

for miss faye my wife: training, retro, quitting, fans, voice, lyrics, and wild(er) card!!!

heheh ily maia

training - How did they learn to sing? Have they had any formal training? How do they continue to maintain and develop their singing voice?

faye began vocal training & singing lessons when she was pretty young - a guilt gift to keep her busy during her parent’s rough patch and eventual divorce. music in general has always been an important part of her relationship with her dad. when she was young they would get red solo cups and put them to their mouths and pretend they were microphones and sing loudly in the kitchen. she carries him with her every time she practices, performs etc… bitter and fond.

retro - What was the first CD they ever bought with their own money? Do they still have it? Do they still like it?

natasha bedingfield! she still has it and she still loves it. pocketful of sunshine was her first ever favorite song.

quitting - Have they ever come close to quitting their professional music career? When? What brings them back?

probably before every gig if we’re being honest. but also yes, probably after her fight with seven, though only strongly briefly, now it’s a faint echo of a thought to never really be acknowledged or acted upon that sticks with her through everything. what brings her back is the strong relationship she has with the band and the euphoria that making music brings. & to be honest she’s never been great at speaking about her feelings, somehow singing them in an abstract way thru her music is easier

fans - How is their relationship with their fans? Do they go out of their way to interact? 

LOL um. faye gets very sheepish, she keeps it as cordial as possible but affection from fans tends to freak her out. she doesn’t hold herself in such high esteem? so why should others?

voice - What does their singing voice sound like? Do you have voiceclaims(s) for them?

so far my best vc for them is a mix between lorde & daughter but also much rougher like noah cyrus.

lyrics - What are some songs you associate with your character? Any specific lyrics that really scream your character?

hmm. right now im heavily associating the song i know the end by peepee bridgers with her. as well as black flies by ben howard. oh and definitely youth by daughter.

wild(er) - Tell us something about your MC! Feel free to really just roll us over with an emotional steamroller and crush the souls out of our bodies, if you’d like.

faye has an extreme problem with vices. the consumable kind.

#ask #oc: faye wilder #get my girl some HELP