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shmisolo · 1 year
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Investiture
In which Ben goes to daven for his father’s yahrtzeit and manages to prove to himself once again that he is both a terrible person and a terrible Jew. Oh and he sort of falls in love.
Written for the @reylofanfictionanthology's After the Blazing Fire Dies Exchange for @misscoppelia.
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shmisolo · 1 year
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A little bit of TBT on this first night of Hanukkah:
with you i shall play
And when it's dry and ready, then Ben's dick Rey shall play.
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shmisolo · 4 years
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When Ben catches wind that his mother is planning to foist a potential girlfriend on him when he comes home for Rosh Hashanah, he takes matters into his own hands: specifically, he runs to Rey and asks her to pretend to be his girlfriend.
Read Apples and Honey on AO3 Written for @peaceblessingspeyton as part of @thereylowritingden‘s fall exchange || second moodboard by the lovely @ashtyntaytertot
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shmisolo · 4 years
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She’s never made a sweater before, but she saw the pattern on Ravelry and who cares if she’s only made (lumpy) hats before—she has to try it.  She has to make it. She has to make it for Ben.
“You realize that Hannukah isn’t an important holiday, right?” Ben asks as she makes eye contact with him.  His eyes are big and brown and—at this moment—mildly annoyed.
“Really?  Is it a giant conspiracy theory?  Part of the war on Christmas?”
“More than you realize,” Ben says and for the life of her she can’t tell if he’s joking.  He does this thing sometimes that’s confusing—where he’ll say something that sounds mopey but is actually snarky and it disarms her every damn time.  “In any event, ugly Hanukkah sweaters definitely aren’t a thing the way ugly Christmas sweaters are.”
“Well, they are now,” Rey says firmly.  “I’m making you an ugly Hanukkah sweater.  Deal with it. And stop moving.”
Read The Sweater Curse on AO3!
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shmisolo · 5 years
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In which Rey comes to terms realizing that she is attracted to the rabbi.
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Shalom Rav! - A birthday fic for @jeenonamit <3 
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shmisolo · 6 years
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“Why is this night different from all other nights?”
“Because Ben brought a girl home for Passover?”
“Chewie, be nice.”
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shmisolo · 6 years
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“I didn’t get to have a big wedding,” his mother had told him when they’d finally spoken about it. “I was pregnant and it was a lot and your dad and I just got married. It’s my time. I’m having a big wedding.” She sounded nervous, almost defensive, as though a woman who is nearly sixty doesn’t have a right to want a big wedding. She wasn’t no young blushing bride. She has a thirty-year-old son for god’s sake.
But his mom was going to have a big wedding.
And Ben had taken a deep breath before saying what he’s sure Leia was even more nervous about hearing.
“I’m not sure I’m coming.”
Siman tov u’mazal tov
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shmisolo · 6 years
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In other words, you’re supposed to get so blitzed you can’t tell your friends from your enemies. Rey and Ben might be taking this a little too literally at Leia’s annual Purim Party.  Read on AO3.
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shmisolo · 6 years
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Not sure if you’re still taking prompts but if so, could you do one for Ben telling everyone “I’m going to be a dad”? Because the boy needs some happy in his life. 💙
it doesn’t really hit him until they’re driving to shabbas dinner at his mother’s place, a bottle of wine in the back seat that’s a little bit nicer than the usual wine that they bring.  (“now you bring the nice wine.  right when i can’t drink it anymore,” rey had said, scrunching her face in a smile as he’d stooped to kiss her.)  ben’s usually a speeder.  “speed limits are more like guidelines to solo men,” his father had told him when teaching him how to drive at fifteen.  (“if you are driving above the speed limit, you are breaking the law,” his mother had told him when she’d been the one in the passenger seat, hawk eyes on the road in case he drifted out of his lane.)  but today, he’s driving the suggested forty-five miles an hour right on the nose.  
“nervous?” rey asks him, reaching a hand over to rest it on his where it’s clutching the gear shift.
“no,” he lies.
“you’re driving slow.”
“i’m driving the speed limit.”
“you never drive the speed limit.”
“yeah, and you’ve never had a kid inside you so maybe i should be responsible and drive the speed limit.”  (his father had never driven the speed limit.  “easily ninety miles an hour on the highway to get your mom to the hospital when she went into labor with you,” he’d said, ruffling ben’s hair and ignoring his son’s protests that he was messing it up.)
rey snorts and he can tell she’s also rolling her eyes, but he doesn’t care.
this is real.  this is all very real.  you’re not really supposed to tell anyone before you hit the second trimester, but they’d agreed that they’d tell mom and amilyn.  (“i need a little light in my life after your father and luke died,” his mother had told him on their wedding day, giving each of them a big kiss on the cheek.)
a little light in my life.  light of my life.
ben had been an accident–he knows that because of how soon after his parents’ wedding he’d been born, he knows because they’d decided one was enough (because ben was a handful) and there’d been no plans for other kids down the line at any point.  but he and rey had planned so carefully.  and they’d prepared themselves so well for heartache and failed attempts that they’d both been stunned when his sperm had done what they were supposed to do within the first two months of their trying.  (“when have i ever done something right?” he’d asked her as they’d stared at the test, both meaning it and not.  his hand rests on her belly.  that’s his kid in there.  that’s their kid, his and rey’s, rey’s and his.)
they arrive, and ben grabs the wine from the back seat.  his hand rests on rey’s lower back as they make their way into his mom’s new house.  they say kiddush and rey doesn’t drink from the wine glass that leia had poured her.  they wash hands and leia’s eagle-eyes (always eagle-eyed, even when he’s not driving.  “women always find out the truth,” his father had warned him once, but he’s never been sure if that’s all women or just his mom.  his mom always susses out the truth.  he can tell she’s wondering now.) are on rey.  they say motzi, and amilyn brings out some soup for them to start with and leia organa’s eyes are still on rey.
ben glances at her, and she gives him a small smile.  then he turns to his mother and says, his heart pounding in his ears, his head lighter than air, “yeah.  it’s what you think.  i’m gonna be a dad.”
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shmisolo · 6 years
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@rjrambles replied to your post “me: *licks the entire skywalker-solo family to claim them for the...”
I love the jewish skywalkers headcanons tbh, bring 'em on <3
just 4 u: leia sent her son to jewish summer camp until he was old enough to ask to go to space camp.  bc ben solo’s a big old nerd and always has been.
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shmisolo · 6 years
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i just started thinking about the ridiculous points system at usy that a friend of mine talked about in college and am like...imagining modern jewish teenager ben solo who is worth so many points but is also like... incapable of talking to girls/handling anything at all.
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shmisolo · 6 years
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about my yom kippur headcanon that i tag rambled about here.
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