#kid ben solo

[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.

#luke skywalker #ben solo #kylo ren #obi wan kenobi #kenobi show #kenobi spoilers #shmi skywalker #anakin skywalker #star wars #skywalker family #shennanigans #fainting luke skywalker #reva sevander #kid ben solo #ben kenobi #sith #jedi

[celesterayel]

"i only write when i am falling in love, or falling apart."

꘎ 𓈒 the hunger games | "may the odds be ever in your favor"  𓈒

coriolanus snow

→ match made in heaven | coriolanus snow isn't nice but neither are you. it's a match made in heaven.

lucy gray baird

finnick odair

꘎ 𓈒 percy jackson | "the real world is where the monsters are" ꥟ ۪  𓈒

luke castellan

→ the it couple | common knowledge is how irrevocably in love luke castellan is with you.

→ goodbyes & waiting | there are the moments you shared and the sadness that came after.

→ something out of my dreams | all he knows is that you were something out of his dreams.

→ midnight secrets | he knows one one true thing: you put all the stars to shame.

→ sacred | coming soon

→ crisis | coming soon

→ muses | coming soon

clarisse la rue

→ kill me slowly | coming soon

→ mad woman | coming soon

percy jackson

→ collide | coming soon

→ the tides | coming soon

→ great mystery | coming soon

→ miss americana & the heart break prince | coming soon

→ the great war | coming soon

→ come back…be mine | coming soon

annabeth chase

𓈒 star wars | "you can't hide, rey. not from me" ꥟  ꘎ 𓈒

rey

ben solo | kylo ren

reylo

anakin skywalker

꘎ spider man | "with great power, comes great responsibility" ꥟ ۪

peter parker - tom holland

other genres ꥟ ۪ ꘎  𓈒

the summer i turned pretty

panic (amazon prime)

shadow and bone

six of crows

rebel moon

teen wolf

outer banks

shadow hunters

the sandman

blue beetle

author's note ꥟ ۪ ꘎  𓈒 

please don't be afraid to ask what other genres i write for. i am a book reader and movie/tv show enthusiast so there's definitely plenty more i'm willing to add when reminded! :)

reminder to be kind and respectful.

#finnick odair x reader #Luke castellan x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #Lucy gray baird x reader #billy the kid x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #zuko x reader #peter parker x reader #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #ben solo x rey #pjo x reader #percy jackson show #percy jackson series #percy jackson and the olympians

[aidelon]

I’m sure they would be the coolest parents in the galaxy!

I was really inspired by that Star Visions vol.2 trailer

#reylo #reylo fanart #reylo kids #ben solo #rey #kylo ren #adam driver #daisy ridley #star wars fanart #au #space #pastel colors

[omgahgase]

i'm a very firm believer that if din married luke, thus making grogu and ben cousins, he'd drag ben to the tribe and introduce him to his other cousin, ragnar. sure grogu and ragnar didn't get along as well when they first met, a perfect mirror image to how din and paz were constantly at each other's throats growing up, but they moved past it and now look at them. besties.

so imagine the foolhardy shit the three of them would get into.

ben and grogu are challenging who can levitate ragnar the highest. ragnar and grogu are showing ben the "giant nest i was held captive in by an ugly ass rat with wings. you should've been there, bro. shit was gnarly." ben and ragnar are using grogu's big baby eyes to get whatever the three of them want (within law abiding reasons, of course). the three of them being so close despite the age and religious differences that, for a moment, luke sees a spark of familiarity within them, of three friends fueled with the ambition to take on the galaxy.

and when they're older? they're the best team this side of the outer rim.

ragnar, a mandalorian bounty hunter just as headstrong and stubborn as his father. ben, a jedi master who's skill with a lightsaber could allow him to go toe to toe with any of the masters before him. grogu, a combination of both mandalorian and jedi, two halves that make up who he is and what he stands for as a whole, carrying on both of his fathers legacies.

idk man just—grogu, ben, and ragnar. yeah.

#star wars grogu #grogu djarin #ragnar vizsla #ben solo #star wars #the mandalorian #dinluke bc i can't help myself #grogu ben and ragnar would be the best of friends and no one can take them away from me #han din and paz watch them with fond eyes until the kids start fucking shit up and oh look at that time to go

[dougielombax]

Yeah.

I guess it’s a family thing.

#personal stuff #dougie rambles #star wars #finger #finger guns #kid named finger #kid named death of a joke #darth vader #han solo #kylo ren #pointing #my poor attempt at a joke #no context #this sounded funnier in my head #poetry #family resemblance #ben solo #princess leia #anakin skywalker

[kylosroboarm]

The last thing he remembers is holding Rey, feeling his consciousness slip through his grasp. Next thing he knows he woke up here. Where monsters and nightmares roam the planet. The only way to get back is to survive. 

That is until he met her. Hanna. She doesn’t deserve to be in this place. She’s too pure and good. She reminds him of Rey, almost too much. He feels this innate desire to protect her, like they’re bonded somehow. He would sacrifice his life to keep her safe, just as he did for Rey. 

He needs to learn more about his connection to this girl. And he needs to find them a way out. 

#reylo #reylogifs #reylogifset #ben solo #rey #reylo au #world between worlds #wbw au #star wars #starwarsgifs #starwarsgifset #reyloedit #starwarsedit #reylo kid #hanna solo #world between worlds meets purgatory from supernatural #65 #65 movie #adam driver

[celartzee]

A new legacy

#Reylo #reylo art #reylo fam #Reylo kid #Rey #kylo ren #ben solo #kylo x rey #illustration #artwork #fanart #star wars #art #style #watercolor art #star wars art #my art

[sweetrevxnge]

Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter Four

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Spotify Playlist

Word count: 3.3k

Chapter-specific CW: excessive drinking, vomiting

A/N: "oh he's kinda cute... HE'S A MURDERER! but he's kinda cute..." -y/n

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“You’ve barely touched your food, dear.” Commander Ren’s low voice pulled you from your trance as you poked at the lamb shank on your plate. A fitting entrée for tonight.

“I haven’t much of an appetite,” you muttered, setting the silver fork down beside your dish. You were almost catatonic, and despite your contempt for him, you felt betrayed. It was for that reason that you hadn’t so much as looked in his direction since sitting down, instead choosing to study the other guests in the dining hall—including the stormtroopers stationed at every exit. It was an impossible task—you knew that—but you’d sooner die trying than comply with this farce of a treaty.

A low laugh rumbled in Ren’s chest. “I have no stomach for lamb either; it’s far too tender for my liking. Perhaps you would prefer venison? Or roasted vegetables?”

“No, thank you. Just wine will do,” you said as you tipped your cup back and gulped down the remaining liquid. You imagined you would need many more if you were going to endure this evening.

“If you insist.” He pushed his chair back and lifted his hand, summoning one of the servants. A boy with short, tawny hair rushed over, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Yes sir?” he asked meekly, his eyes darting between yours and the Commander’s. Although he stood with his shoulders back and chin high, his age was obvious from the fat in his face and the pitch of his voice. Anger boiled beneath your skin.

“Fetch more wine for my bride,” Ren instructed, nodding at you as he spoke. “And for me, as well.”

“Of course, sir.” The boy’s fear rolled off of him as he turned on his heels and disappeared into what you assumed was the kitchens.

You narrowed your eyes. “Why am I not surprised that the First Order uses children as servants?”

“Only those whose families owe us a debt. No different from the New Republic’s operations,” he said calmly, tapping the empty cup in his hand.

You shook your head slightly and turned back to your plate. “That’s hardly justification for continuing to do so.”

His eyes followed you as you watched the rest of the guests dine. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, either lost in conversation or filling their plates with the assortment of meats, cheeses, and fruits set out on the table—all but one. Across from you sat a red-haired man, with hollow cheeks and a scowl twisting his features. Given his proximity to the Supreme Leader, you assumed he was another commanding officer.

Beside him was a woman, but unlike the other ladies in the hall dressed in elaborate gowns, she was wearing the same regalia as the men. You furrowed your brows. Was she…? No, she couldn’t be.

Ren leaned in close to your ear, his cold lips brushing your skin. “Captain Phasma of Parnassos, to answer your question.”

His breath sent a shiver down your spine. “Get out of my head,” you snapped, your knuckles white around the body of the cup in your hand.

“How else am I to make conversation with you?”

You scoffed, redirecting your attention to the servant returning with a pitcher of wine in either hand. It was clear by his unsteady footing that the weight of both of them was nearly too much for his small arms.

As he approached the table, you reached for one of the decanters to save his shaking arms. "Thank you," you said, mustering up a smile. Gods knew the poor boy needed some kindness.

“No need, my lady,” he replied quietly, pouring the rich liquid into your cup before reaching for the other pitcher. “Commander…”

Ren presented his empty cup and nodded for the boy to fill it. He obeyed, pouring the dark wine with trembling hands. For such an ordinary exchange, the boy was tense, utterly frightened. Not that you could necessarily blame him. 

Once it was full, he set the pitcher down between your plates and quickly returned to his post along the wall. In the hopes of quickening the evening, you finished the cup in a few sips, reaching for the pitcher beside your plate.

A gloved hand seizing your wrist stopped you before you could. “Careful, dear. You might find that mine is a bit too strong for your taste.”

Part of you wanted to try his wine out of defiance, but the rational part of you heeded his warning. With an empty stomach, your wine would be more than enough as it was. You pulled your hand free and reached for the other pitcher. As you poured it, you allowed yourself to feel everything—the anger, the disappointment. How Leia had seemed to so easily forget you. But beneath it all, there was still the ember of hope, buried under the weight of your emotions. It needed to be protected, locked away in the recesses of your mind until you could ignite it once more—until you were free. Once the cup was full, you returned it to its locked box, stowing it away for another time.

“You can’t ignore me forever, you know,” Ren said, taking a sip from his cup.

“I can try,” you countered, doing the same.

He exhaled softly. “I’m sure you will.”

Over the rim of your cup, you could see the red-haired man looking at you, his green eyes locked onto you. You wondered how long he had been watching.

Covering your mouth with your napkin, you asked, “Who is that man next to the captain?”

“That would be General Armitage Hux of Arkanis.”

You hummed. It wasn’t difficult to imagine such a seemingly pompous general coming from a place like Arkanis. “Does he always look so sour?”

Ren scoffed. “Usually less so. He’s been openly displeased about our arrangement.”

“Perhaps he and I have more in common than I realized,” you murmured.

“I think you’d find yourself more outraged with his proposition—gods know the Supreme Leader was,” he said with a light laugh, running a hand through his dark hair.

You cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

He mimicked you, raising his eyebrow in surprise. “Unless you would prefer to be wed to a bastard son.”

“I hardly see how that could be any worse.”

A hand resting on your shoulder immediately pulled you from the conversation. You recoiled, half-expecting it to be General Hux, slinking across the room while you were distracted. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“My sweeting, it is so lovely to finally meet you,” Supreme Leader Snoke said with an unnerving smile. His touch was cold—even through the fabric of your dress. It felt unnatural, as if he had been trapped in a winter storm for a week.

“Supreme Leader,” you replied, forcing down the bitter taste in your mouth. “What a pleasure.”

It had been over six years since he had murdered Chancellor Villecham, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. He was untouched by time—not that he was youthful by any means. Despite his age, there was no silver in his hair or deep creases in his face. Perhaps the wolf skin cloak over his shoulders served as his own personal fountain of youth.

Snoke let out a hoarse laugh, one seemingly loud enough to rattle the crystal chandeliers above. “The pleasure is mine. I take it you’ve found your new chambers more accommodating than your last?”

Rage streaked your vision. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he was trying to provoke you—as if you needed reminding that you were nothing more than a bargaining piece to the First Order.

“Yes, thank you for asking,” you replied, bowing your head slightly. “Though I must admit, I had grown rather fond of the rats.”

Snoke let out a short, unamused chuckle. “Such misunderstood creatures, they are.” His gray eyes narrowed as he spoke. He quickly shifted his attention to the man beside you, a wall of ice now standing between you. “My boy… I have faith that you will treat our guest well.” He squeezed Ren’s shoulder tightly, threateningly. 

“Of course, Supreme Leader,” he said, the usual color in his voice absent.

“Good. I would hate to have to marry her to Armitage, should you disappoint.”

Ren’s eyes flashed with something akin to envy. “That won’t be necessary.”

Snoke grinned. “I should hope not.”

The air felt thick, as if the room had filled with smoke. You shifted in your seat as the two men stared at each other, locked in silence. Snoke lingered for a moment longer before finally releasing his grip on Ren’s shoulder.

“Please, do enjoy the celebration. The wedding will be held in a fortnight. I had hoped for it to be sooner, but we must allow ample time for our guests to arrive.”

His words fell on you like stones. It wasn’t enough time. A fortnight was hardly enough time to finalize battle strategies—let alone to devise an escape. The flame in your heart waned.

With that, the Supreme Leader crossed to the other side of the table to greet the other guests, starting with Captain Phasma of Parnassos.

Silence stretched between you and Ren, your minds occupied with different concerns. Habitually, you finished your wine and pushed the empty chalice away. “How long should I expect this evening to last?”

“Eager to leave, are we?” Ren teased, taking the liberty of refilling your cup. “It might be wise to eat something. Celebrations like these have a tendency to be drawn out.”

The wine was beginning to take effect, making your skin warm and your mind hazy. Against your better judgment, you continued, draining each cup in a matter of minutes. Truthfully, it was a relief—allowing you to drift to a place far from here, to a place by the sea. A cobblestone home perched on the cliffside, surrounded by vines like veins around a heart. A place that always had a fire in its hearth and a stew simmering above it.

A warm tear hitting your hand pulled you from your reverie. You quickly blinked them away, not wanting anyone to see your emotion—least of all Commander Ren. Empathy wasn’t exactly his strongest virtue.

The night passed in a blur of drinks, hollow introductions, and avoiding your betrothed. It was nearly midnight when you finally staggered back to your chambers, barely lucid. Against your wishes, Ren had accompanied you, ensuring that his prized bride reached her chambers unscathed.

You fumbled with the doorknob for a moment, all too aware of his lingering presence. You continued to ignore him until a sobering realization fell over you.

“Does the Supreme Leader expect you to bed me?” you asked, frowning. The wine suddenly felt heavy in your stomach.

“No,” he said, a flash of humanity in his dark eyes. “Not yet, at least.”

“Oh.” Heat rose to your face. Of course he wouldn’t bed you tonight. If that were the case, the two of you would have been wed during the feast.

“Besides, I don’t intend to take you in this state,” he added, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek as he pushed back a piece of hair that had fallen from your updo. You shivered at the sensation.

“This,” you hissed, stumbling backward until you collided with the doors, “is the only state that would make it tolerable.”

An amused smile played on his lips. “We’ll see.”

Dawn cracked the sky early the next morning, a fateful sign of the long winter ahead. As much as you longed to relish the fleeting sunlight, you were damned to spend the day with a pail in your arms and a cold rag on your neck.

“Are you feeling better at all, my lady?” Rey asked, wringing out a washcloth after soaking it in cool water.

“If only I were. I can’t imagine that there’s anything left to expel,” you said with a shudder, pulling your head from the basin.

Rey blotted your forehead with the cloth, her touch as light as the feather pillows beneath you. She had been silent for most of the morning, which you didn’t necessarily mind. There was an unspoken understanding as to why you were so ill this particular morning.

Hours had passed like this; with her encouraging you to take sips of water and you immediately spitting it up. At this point, it was difficult to tell if the culprit was the constant flow of wine or the extended time you had spent with Commander Ren. Perhaps a bit of both.

After what felt like an eternity, your stomach had settled enough to hold down the water Rey was offering. Once you were able to finish a roll of bread and a cup of broth, she returned to her quarters, allowing you to sleep away the rest of the aches.

When you finally woke, cool moonlight was spilling through the windows, casting shadows on the floor. The fire burning in your hearth had been reduced to a pile of embers and ash, but despite the cool air in the room, sweat coated your skin.

The night terrors that had plagued your sleep in the dungeons were relentless, managing to wake you even after a night of drinking and a day of illness. Every night was the same dream, the memory of the night in the forest. Without failure, the terror always ended with Commander Ren’s mask inches away from your face, close enough to show your reflection in the silver ridges around his eyes. The sight of you, bloodied and bruised, was always enough to wake you from the dream.

Tonight was no different, only this nightmare had a different ending. Instead of your armor, you wore the gown from the feast. Standing before the Commander, you looked at him not with horror, but with admiration. His hands were firm on your waist, holding you tight against him. You were unrecognizable in the reflection of his mask—with ruby lips and dark eyes. Piled around you were the bodies of Resistance soldiers—your soldiers—blood spilling from their ripped throats, staining the snow beneath.

Slowly, you pushed his visor up, but before you could see the man behind it, you jolted awake.

Immediately, you kicked the covers off and ran to the chamber pot, coughing and heaving in an attempt to settle your stomach. Nothing came from it, except possibly waking every occupant of the castle. Before returning to your bed, you used the washcloth and water basin that Rey had left behind to blot your face and neck, hoping to cool the heat under your skin.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you stared at the canopy above you, trying to erase the image of the dream from your memory—a task proving to be impossible. With each minute that passed, your breath felt more strained, as if the walls of your chambers were shrinking, suffocating you. It was beginning to feel like you had traded one cage for another.

The wedding was at the forefront of your mind, and you knew that every minute you spent laying awake was precious time slipping away. Despite Ren’s orders to stay in your chambers, you left the warmth of your bed, determined to familiarize yourself with the castle. Even if you couldn’t do it tonight, knowing the layout would benefit you when you did.

Hanging in the wardrobe was a long, dark cloak—perfect for concealing your ivory nightgown from the world. You pulled the hood over your head and carefully cracked the door open, scanning the hallway before stepping out into the unknown.

Flickering candles lined the corridor, but only a few were still burning. No one tends the candles past midnight, you noted, creeping towards the familiar spiraling staircase. As you reached the threshold, you peeked into the main chamber, expecting to find guards posted by every door. To your surprise, the room was empty—other than the portraits of the Supreme Leader gracing the walls. But you were no fool. The First Order was more concerned with outside threats; it only made sense that their guards would protect the exterior of the castle. Until you could be more certain of a safe exit, you would only roam the upper halls.

The corridor leading to your chambers seemed to stretch endlessly, leaving much to be explored. You followed the path, passing by quiet rooms and elegant artwork, committing every detail to memory. The cloak fluttered at your ankles as you crept around, feeling like a marauder trespassing on the grounds. If only you were.

The glow of candlelight dwindled the further you ventured, a sign that you had explored enough for one night. With no help from the drawn curtains, you were blind in the darkness. The threat of being caught outside of your chambers loomed over you as you turned to walk back the way you came, eager to return to the safety of your room. After a few steps, you discovered that the carpet beneath you was entirely different. You froze, searching along the walls for familiar fixtures, but found none. Panic began to swell in your chest at the realization that you were lost.

You tried to retrace your steps—understand how you had managed to get yourself to where you were now, but to no avail. Your breath became difficult—as if your ribs were tightening around your lungs. How could you have been so stupid? What had possessed you to step foot outside your room? Forfeiting the luxury of a proper bed for what—the possibility of finding an escape route?

Adrenaline burned your veins like magma as you swiveled on your heels, clutching your cloak tight around your chest to run. The solid frame of a man standing behind you quickly put an end to your efforts. An involuntary gasp escaped your lips as you collided with his chest.

“Lost, are we?”

Your heart plummeted through your chest. You didn’t need to look up to know exactly who had found you. In a moment of pure instinct, you answered with a half-lie. “I couldn’t sleep. I was only trying to find a bit of fresh air.”

Commander Ren chuckled as he gently pushed the hood of your cloak back. The material shifted on your shoulders, revealing your nightgown beneath. Even under the veil of darkness, you felt exposed.

“Were the windows in your chambers insufficient?” he asked, moving his hand to tip your chin up.

“Yes,” you said, reluctantly meeting his gaze. His eyes were an abyss, drinking you in as you stood there. He looked ethereal, with messy, black curls and a loose sleep shirt to match. As your eyes roamed his figure, you were reminded of the night terror that had incited this predicament.

At that, he released your chin and offered you his hand. “Perhaps you would prefer to go for a stroll outside, then?”

Outside? You couldn’t recall how long it had been since you had even been outside—since you had felt the crisp winter air kiss your skin or listened to the song of cicadas in the dead of night. As enticing as his offer was, you hesitated. Was this another trick? Was he luring you outside of the castle walls to lock you out as punishment for disobeying his orders?

Your fingers twitched at your side.

Noticing your apprehension, he sucked in a deep breath. “Do my intentions seem so insincere?”

Silence followed. You wished for a mountain of bricks, ones you could use to barricade your mind from his sorcery. 

Finally, you said, “Forgive me for being mistrusting, Commander.” Regardless of the frequency with which you said his title, it never failed to make your mouth bitter. Carefully, you slipped your hand into his, a chill running up through your body at his touch. “I would like that very much.”

Through the darkness, you watched as his gaze lowered to your joined hands, satisfaction burning in his eyes. “Allow me.”

#don't drink the kool aid (commander ren's wine) #also sneaky broom kid cameo bc he’s my king #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 #vampire!kylo #vampire kylo #vampire kylo ren

[creativealmonds]

I got bit by the writing bug and thought, “since Padme was senator of Naboo did somebody else take over being queen? Did Naboo have a regent?”

this lead to a rabbit hole of the Padme’s family and the extended Skywalker family.

this is what I have. The Skywalker side is more detailed and comes from several Legends comics while I got padme’s side off a site and didn’t check sources so excuse anything missing or wrong.

Shmi Skywalker❤️The Force=Anakin Skywalker

Shmi Skywalker❤️Clagg Lars

Owen Lars❤️Beru Whitesun

Ruwee Naberrie❤️Jobal Naberrie=Padme Naberrie and Sola Naberrie

Anakin Skywalker❤️Padme Naberrie=Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker❤️Mara Jade=Ben Skywalker

Leia Organa❤️Han Solo=Jacen Organa-Solo, Jaina Organa-Solo and Anakin Organa-Solo

Sola Naberrie=Ryoo Naberrie and Pooja Naberrie

So. Take a look at this tree. Ya see anything odd about it? Is it odd that Leia, who hated Vader and saw him as Vader even after she knew he was her biological father and BLEW UP HER PLANET WITH HER PARENTS ON IT, and she named her kid after him?

Is it just me or does this strike anyone else’s as odd? Like, you have people to name a kid after. Why choose the one who she never even recognized as her family? Just a thought

Maybe have somebody from Naboo come by, tell Luke and Leia about Padme. Breha was Leia’s mom, her mother, the woman who raised her. But she admires Padme. She remembers her from when she was born. Does Luke know anything about Padme? That she was a queen and a senator? That he’s technically a prince?

#star wars #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #leia organa #Han Solo #mara jade #padme naberrie #padme amidala #sola naberrie #ryoo naberrie #pooja naberrie #ruwee naberrie #jobal naberrie #shmi skywalker #ben skywalker #jacen solo #jaina solo #anakin solo #If they wanted to name the kid after somebody why not bail or breha? #Alderaan if they really wanted to hammer home that this is leia’s kid #Owen lars #beru whitesun

[unknownunseenunheard]

I already knew Legacy of the Force would be filled with occ stuff and my expectations were low, but even then I'm kinda just blinking because

There's literally a separate phantom Lumiya isn't controlling in her cave rambling about how it will soon possess Jacen at the start of the series. Like??

Lumiya: Vergere was a Sith. Here's how she was trained by Palpatine around the time he was training Dooku despite the fact that she left Republic space around the time Anakin Skywalker became a Padawan

Jacen: Yeah this tracks

Nelani: Is it crack. Is that what she's making you smoke, you're smoking crack?

Jaina goes from not giving a shit about the Chiss Swarm War incident at the start to 'I hate my brother so much for that', with the kicker line of claiming she tried to reach out to him when she noticed him going dark which, uh - when?

Mara: I'm going to follow my Sith Assassin training and try to kill Jacen. This can't possibly backfire in any way shape or form

Jacen himself literally comes across as possessed. There are several instances where he just starts talking to a voice that is edging him on

On that note, Alema straight up Force influenced Jacen into shooting his parents while they were rescuing Jaina Ben and Zekk. Dark Nest abilities aside, what? This is followed in the next book by The Voice convincing him firing on the Millennium Falcon was the right choice

Karen Travis, every five seconds: Mando Mando Mando

(No, seriously. What do you mean the 'Mandalorians saved the New Republic from the Vong', what are you on about, they literally just cameod in NJO)

Mara: Lumiya can't possibly be controlling Jacen

Lumiya, meanwhile: I can successfully Force trick Luke into thinking I'm not trying to hurt him after literally trying to decapitate him and also I got him to hold my hand mid battle <3

On that note, Luke joking about wanting to bang Lumiya while Mara is actively being jealous of a relationship that ended 40 years ago was 😭 bro what

Mara: your childhood was good compared to mine (well, duh, but Jaina's childhood wasn't sunshine and rainbows??) and you're too busy wanting to get spitroasted by Zekk and Jag to do anything about your twin going dark

Jaina: What the fuck?

Jacen, meanwhile: I and Jaina's childhood was shitty enough that I can't tell if I actually loved my parents or if I was just going through the motions because I was expected to love them

Everyone is on crack except Ben who is Child and Baby and did not deserve half the bullshit flung at him

Anyways, this has done nothing but cement my personal theory that this entire book series was Abeloth fucking with everyone

#Star wars #sw #SW EU #Star Wars Legends #Legacy of the Force #Luke Skywalker #Mara Jade #Lumiya #Jacen Solo #Jaina Solo #Ben Skywalker #tempted to give annie.2 an honorary mention because he was suppose to be the evil Solo kid

[anopendoor]

🧨🧨🧨 EPILOGUE 🧨🧨🧨

you, me, and the kid

7k words

omegaverse / heat sex / lots of horny feelings

Ben is a little frustrated that he hasn't knotted his Omega in a while. Doesn't help how badly he wants to breed her for a second time either. Luckily her heat is coming up!

#reylo #ben solo #ben x rey #reylo fic #rey #anopendoorfics #reylo fanfic #the kid #omegaverse #reylo omegaverse #alpha ben #omega rey #heat sex #spicy af

[mbee4]

“let me see them, please”

#reylo au #reylo edit #ben solo #rey #reylo kid #my edit #reylo #rey x ben

[lordkingsmith]

Hey Disney

Was Hector an elaborate Kylo Ren reference

#this is not going to be good news for Ben Solo lol #that spin off is going to be FULL of Issues for this lad lol #hollyhock is full of angst and I kinda feel bad for the implications for this kid

[aidelon]

Shmi Solo (my reylo's daughter oc) has of course a purple lightsaber, born to slayy💅🏻

#Reylo #Reylo kid #Oc #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #Rey #Star wars #Star wars oc #Shmi Solo #Character design

[approxtwelveangrybees]

they couldn’t have the og ben ten and generator rex take place in the same universe because the sheer bisexual energy would have caused power outages in several cities

#benrex #ben tennyson #rex salazar #generator rex #Ben 10 #tumblr tried to suggest I fill in Ben solo are you KIDDING me #who do I look like

[askbensolo]

Sometimes I don’t know how to join together the child you raised and the man I am now. I used to hide behind your legs when you brought me to social functions and run to you for kisses when I skinned my knee and now I don’t know how to call you back when you leave a holomessage or explain to you how things are going at work. I make my own lunches now and remember how you used to draw goofy faces on the bananas you packed for me and I just think, things will never be the same, will they? When’s the next time I’m coming home to visit—you make it sound like it’s because you miss me and Dad wants to show me his upgrades on the Falcon and Rey is getting so tall but sometimes I think you’re just afraid of me, afraid of me becoming myself, because what if my self turns out to be something like him so you have to keep an eye on me and make sure that doesn’t happen. His shadow looms over you and you think I’m the one casting it. When you kiss Rey on the forehead and look at her like she’s a princess I wonder if you’re thinking, well, the first one got all messed up, but this one you’ll raise right.

So, sure, I’ll come visit for dinner soon, and we’ll smile and laugh and Dad will beat all of us at sabacc, but don’t think I won’t see you when you look at me that way from a distance and I know you still see the sixteen-year-old.

#askbensolo #written #ben solo #mommy leia #dad solo #kid #ben writes a poem #mother and son