#smuggler!ben solo x reader

[enviedear]

i've been going solo now ⟶ ben solo

description ⌙ when you get a distress signal from your dad and his life-long goon you're quick to try and come to their rescue. only problem? so is ben solo.

pairing ⌙ smuggler!ben solo x f!reader

warnings ⌙ childhood crush/frenemies turned adults with horrible communication skills, reader is the daughter of lando (biologically or not you decide), ben is a jerk, reader is a brat, petty arguments, forced proximity trope, inner conflict all the time, han and lando are just two pals getting into serious issues that their kids have to fix don't mind them (they're just mentioned), most likely incorrect knowledge of the falcon & starship parts, smuggler!ben solo au because that's canon to me, ben calls reader kid (affectionate, kinda), typos probabaly

word count ⌙ 4.1k

— request | masterlist

i just think ben solo is very much solo by future coded and i wanted to write about smuggler!ben and his smug attitude. special thanks to @crucifiedfaerie for letting me gush over this idea constantly in our dms <3

you never had the stomach for killing— the thought of it or the act itself. the notion of ending someone's life has always been abhorrent to you, leaving a sour sensation in your mouth that lingers long after the deed is done. but right now, you sit, filled with a growing and seemingly unstoppable rage that practically demands blood.

"don't even think about jumping into hyperspace, solo!" your voice is loud but erratic.

the black-haired man piloting the ship gives you a side eye, "and waste hours getting there? sure thing, kid."

you grip the co-pilot seat as hard as possible as he sends the absolutely geriatric ship into lightspeed. the force of it sends your head back onto the headrest, and you screw your eyes shut until the motion of the ship stills.

you've been flying with ben solo on the millennium falcon for a day and a half now, and this isn't even the first time you've wanted to kill him.

no, you'd harbored a hatred for ben solo for as long as you could remember. when you were little your father frequently left you in the care of the organa-solo's. any trip too risky for you to follow him on had you spending time on chandrila han and leia— and ben.

he was a few years older than you and so insufferable - spoiled rotten and full of mischief. the two of you would inevitably end up in scuffles over something, whether it be who got to shower first or which holovid show to watch. you often wondered how your father, han, or leia had managed to handle both of you. a hardheaded pair of troublemakers that needed little excuse to start bickering with one another.

but beneath it all, there had been another layer to your complex relationship with ben solo. even though you feigned anger whenever near him, deep down there had been an admiration growing since those early days spent together. your naive heart fluttered when he would absentmindedly flash his ever-present smirk in your direction. but you'd never admit or act upon any such feelings.

naviagting your crush had been difficult at first. especially having lando calrissian as a parent. you were forced to spend weeks around the source of your teen angst because of your father.

what use is a dad that can sweet-talk a jablogian if he can't fix your unwanted crush on his best friend's son.

you've cursed at his image in your mind every time you look at your ridiculous companion. if not for him, you wouldn't be with ben right now— you'd have never had the displeasure of his company.

you got away from the young solo, and most everyone else, for a good five years, hopping from planet to planet, picking up any honest work. which usually meant boring work— factory jobs, service stuff, a few instances of babysitting.

your life without ben solo is predictable and a little boring.

but you'd rather be bored than deal with the recklessness that becomes your life every time you see the smuggler.

but here you sit beside him, forced to spend an unknown amount of days with him until the both of you find your idiotic fathers.

you had gotten a rouge comm-link message from your dad just days ago. he sounded fine, voice still leisurely and warm, but it was his words that were worrisome, "han's got us in a bit of trouble, little star. would you mind coming to help your old man out? we're somewhere in the trilon sector— i'd try batuu first!"

when you got the message, your mind had gone into autopilot. you had rushed to comm leia, which had been a fatal mistake, as she had ordered her son to pick you up and accompany you. so now you're here, stuck with ben solo and his frightening flying.

"you know, dad should have warned me i'd be flying with a coward." ben's lips are curved into a grin, as usual with his teasing.

you whip your head in his direction, eyes ablaze, "well my father should have warned me that you've gotten even more annoying, somehow."

ben narrows his eyes, a stupid smirk still plastered to his face, "whatever you say, kid."

you feel your blood go hot, why he decided to start calling you kid, you didn't know, but you do know you hate it.

ben's barely your senior, only twenty-three years of age in comparison to your twenty. besides he behaves like an out-of-hand teen away.

"stop calling me that." you groan.

ben chuckles, "aw, what's the matter, kid? tired of following orders already?"

you grit your teeth, the way he talks down to you will forever get under your skin, "i don't take orders from you, solo."

"sure you do. you're on my ship, remember?" ben retorts, his eyes focused on the coordinates displayed to his left.

you cross your arms over your chest, "we're supposed to be working together to find han and my father and get them out of trouble, not bickering like children."

ben rolls his eyes, "it's not my fault you're so uptight."

you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. you can't afford to lose your temper and start a fight, not when you're relying on him to get you to your destination safely. so, you force a smile, "look, can we just be civil? we're both here because we care about our dads and want to help them."

ben's expression softens a little, "fine. but if you start nagging at me again, i can't promise i won't call you kid."

you roll your eyes, "deal. now, can you tell me more about what's going on? my dad was pretty vague in his message."

ben hums, "same with mine. all i know is that lando got mixed up in some kind of shady deal, and now he's in trouble with a gang of criminals called the ninth sun. my mom's been trying to negotiate with them, but they're not ones to bend the knee."

you groan, "of course not. what's the plan?"

he shakes a stray black strand of hair from his eye, "no plan, just find them and go from there."

"lovely, that's totally going to work," you bite your lip, "oh and, it was han who made the sketch deal, not my dad."

ben shrugs, "and who told you that?" he rests his elbow on the armrest and brings his hand to his chin, "lando?"

you clench your fists, "let's just focus on finding them. no need to dwell on the semantics."

ben glances at you and for a moment, you swear there's a flicker of something in his eyes. something other than his usual teasing, mischievous demeanor, but it's gone as quickly as it came and he turns back to the console.

the ship hums steadily beneath you, and the silence between you two stretches on, broken only by the occasional beep from the controls. you fidget in your seat, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar hush. you've never been around ben so long without saying anything, and you're about to speak up before he interrupts you.

"we'll have to make a pit stop, i need to refuel." his voice sounds tired.

you nod, "alright. any nearby planets we can stop at?"

ben checks the navicomputer, "yeah, there's one a couple of light years away. i've been there before, it's not too bad."

"okay solo, lead the way." you say, leaning back in your seat.

as he pilots the ship toward the destination, you can't help but study him from the corner of your eye. he's changed since the last time you saw him. the boy who used to pull your hair and steal your toys has grown into a man. he's lean and toned with longer hair, still as sable black as ever. it falls into his eyes, despite how much he wills it not to, giving him a slightly disheveled look that you can't help but find attractive.

you rue the thoughts plaguing your own mind.

the embarrassment you used to feel over your crush has come back ten-fold. the feeling shocks you. he's trying to act all suave and mature, but you know deep down that he's still the same old ben who annoyed the life out of you. you can feel the familiar tug in your heart every time he speaks, and you know he can't have changed much over the years. not when he's making you feel just like you're fourteen again.

but there is something different about him now. maybe it's the way he pilots the ship with ease– no longer the boy who'd cover his ears ar take off, or maybe it's just the way his muscles flex under his tight-fitting shirt. he's almost mesmerizing.

it's clear that he's been doing this for a long time, navigating the stars all alone with nothing but his shitty attitude and perfect hair. you find yourself marveling over him, sure and smooth, his hands deftly moving over the controls.

ever the realist, you try to shake off the feeling, but it's proving difficult. you feel a strange urge to preserve your current addiction.

as you watch him fly, you feel a fixation building within you. it's a sentiment you haven't felt in years, not felt since the last time you saw him.

you try to push the feeling down, knowing that it's not the time to have those kinds of thoughts. you're supposed to be focused on finding your fathers and not getting killed by some lethal syndicate, not lusting after your childhood nemesis.

you feel wrong stealing glances at him, trying to understand what's changed and why you're feeling this way. you're towing a dangerous, line. especially if those feelings are inspired by ben organa-solo.

finally, after what feels like hours, you arrive at the refueling station. as soon as ben lands the ship, you stretch your legs inside the falcon, looking out at the new scenery. the planet is bathed in the evening light, and the scene around you is wide awake. the station itself is a bustling hub of activity, with all kinds of alien species milling about.

ben leads the way to the fueling station, where he begins filling up the ship's tanks. you stand by the ship's entrance, people-watching. your eyes find ben's figure again, and you let them stall. when he looks your way, you advert your gaze and step out of the falcon, swiftly approaching him.

the evening air is cool as it hits your skin. this planet is a strange one, with vibrant purple plants and thick, white fog swirling around. but you don't pay too much attention to it, your eyes are locked on ben.

he's leaning against the ship, checking over the fuel meter with a frown on his face. you walk over to him and clear your throat, expecting to get his attention.

he looks up at you, eyes meeting your own. you feel your heart skip a beat, and you curse yourself for being soft for him.

"you know, you didn't have to follow me out here." he mumbles, hand coming to brush the hair from his eyes.

you hum, "i didn't have anything better to do."

he ignores you and looks back at the fuel gauge, his eyebrows furrow, "i found something for you to do." his voice is monotone, but you're all too familiar with the subtle cut of annoyance within.

"what does that mean?" you own voice comes out a bit too anxious.

ben groans before looking at you, "one of the damn tanks has a leak— i told chewie to fix that weeks ago." he follows up his words with a few curses before kicking the faulty gas tank.

you roll your eyes, "can't we just get another one? i'm sure if we go inside someone would know where we could get another one."

"the problem isn't finding one," he tsks at you, "the problem is that this tank has been leaking fuel into the beacon finder. without that, we're never finding our dear old dads."

your heart sinks. you had been so sure that you would find your dad quickly, but now it looks like that might not be the case. "so, what do you suggest we do?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

"i'll have to fix the beacon," he sighs, "luckily i have the tools for it, but i need to find one more part, and with the sun setting soon…" he trails off, letting his silence complete the sentence for him.

you take in a deep breath at his implication. you can tell what he is suggesting without explicitly stating it.

you will be stuck on this planet with him tonight and forced to share the same cramped room. you thank god for separate cots, at least.

you try to ignore the warmth creeping up your ears, but you know that it's a losing battle. you haven't shared a room with ben solo since you were kids, endless unwilling sleepovers at each other's houses. but those instances were filled with innocent pranks and arguments, not the tension and longing glances you've found yourself giving him.

"alright," you say, trying to keep your voice even, "we'll just get the part and fix the beacon. the faster we fix this, the faster we can find our fathers and get back to our lives." you move towards the entrance of the fueling station, wanting to put space between you and ben.

"you mean so you can get back to your life." he calls out to you, and you look back at him only to be met with contempt in his brown eyes, "the one where you avoid me."

you give him a sharp eye roll before making your way toward a small gaggle of vendors, much more interested in finding this part. ben follows closely behind you, and you can feel the weight of his stare on the back of your head.

you're at a loss as to why ben solo would ever care that you've been avoiding him for the last five years. the ben you remember would've never batted an eye. when did that change?

you find a vendor selling the part that ben needs, and you both split the payment before heading back to the falcon. ben sets to work on the beacon, and you sit nearby, supposedly looking over the coordinates but mostly watching him work.

there's an abnormal sense of calm that fills you as you watch him. concentration is etched on his face, lips bitten bright red. you can't help but admire him, not for the sake of not trying.

you're brought back to reality when he starts cursing under his breath, "what's wrong?" you ask, moving closer to him.

"this damn thing won't budge," he grunts, trying to pry apart two pieces of the beacon.

you move to his side, peering down at the device. his breath is hot on your cheek, and you feel an urge to shiver. trying to focus on the task at hand you take a few breaths.

your eyes keep drifting to his lips, the way they move when he curses. you shake your head, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts from your mind. "let me help," you offer, reaching for one of the tools he's using.

he hands it to you, and you lean in closer, your sides pressed together as you work the tool. you can feel his heat exuding into you, a warmth that isn't just from the planet's humid air. you try to focus, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. every time he moves, you catch a whiff of his scent, musky and rich, and your mind starts to wander to places it shouldn't.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, the piece pops free, and ben lets out a sigh of relief. he turns to you, a small smile on his face, and you can't help but smile back. his eyes lock onto yours, and suddenly, the air between you is charged with something foreign.

you let your tone come out sardonic, "looks like i saved the day. you're welcome, solo."

ben tilts his head, eyes narrowing, "you're a brat, kid."

"i thought i told you to stop calling me that." you want to hit him.

"i said i had a condition," he pauses, arms coming to either side of you, palms pressing into the falcon's floor, effectively trapping you against him, "a condition you just broke. so you're back to kid, kid."

you feel your resolve slipping, "you're the worst. you always have been, and i can see now that will never change."

he has the audacity to let out an amused breath, "if you're going to say shit like that, at least mean it."

your brows furrow, "pardon me? as if i don't mean that."

his hands creep from the ground and to your hips, you gasp as he pulls you in closer. if he were anyone else, you'd expect him to kiss you next, but he's not anyone else. so instead, he cranes down and whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "i know you want me," he growls, his fingers digging into your clothed flesh. "don't act like you don't,"

you're completely caught off guard, and before you can respond, he's pulling away from you and grabbing the beacon. you watch in silent horror as he makes for the falcon's exit, leaving you confused on the floor.

you sit there, rooted to the spot, your mind and body in turmoil. you know if you follow him you'd just be throwing yourself into a petty or embarrassing altercation.

what did he mean by that anyway? how could he possibly know?

taking a steadying breath, you turn away from your seat and make for the other side of the ship. you need to keep yourself busy until nighttime, and you know that there's some maintenance to do on one of the storage bays. when you get there, however, it's already been taken care of. your fists clench in frustration as you realize ben must have done it earlier.

you start searching around the ship for any other tasks that might help keep your mind off things and pass the time more quickly- checking cords, tidying up shelves or going through supplies lists so nothing gets low.

the hours seem to stretch on endlessly despite how much work you manage to do, and all too soon darkness begins to fill the sky outside of the cockpit windows. with a heavy sigh, you head back towards where you and ben had been working earlier. he's back now, tinkering away with the beacon as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you earlier— as if his words hadn't sent a tremble down your spine and confused the emotions tumbling through your mind.

you catch an expectant glance from him when he finally notices your presence. you're sure he's expecting you to say something to him. maybe he wants you to yell.

you don't say anything though, instead offering only a terse nod before checking the endless cords around you.

your fingers move quickly and expertly over the tangled cords, your mind too preoccupied to focus on anything else. but you can feel his gaze on you, burning through the back of your skull like a branding iron. his presence is suffocating and you know that if you don't get a handle on your emotions soon, you'll combust.

eventually, you're so lost in thought that you almost miss the soft footfalls approaching you. you turn to see ben standing beside you, his eyes locked onto yours. the air between you is thick with strain, unspoken words, and feelings. there are so many things you want to say to him, but you don't know where to begin.

"so," his voice breaks through the silence like a blaster shot. "when are we going to talk about it?"

you hear the depth in his baritone voice and it's all you can do to keep your face neutral, your thoughts collected, "talk about what?" you ask, even though you know perfectly well what he's referring to.

"about me and you," he says, voice low but insistent, "or we can just keep ignoring it. the tension seems to be getting us pretty far."

your expression shifts as you take in his words, the longing that had been coiled in so tightly before now coming to the surface. you can feel yourself flustering under the intensity of his watch but you refuse to look away, instead lifting your chin higher and narrowing your eyes.

"there is no us, solo," you say firmly, though your voice is riddled with a hint of something else entirely, "there never has been, and never will be."

ben seems unfazed by your words, his eyes steady and intense. "you say that," he says, his voice softening. "but i know you better than anyone else. and i know there's some part of you that actually likes me. i bet it pisses you off, doesn't it?"

he's right— it does piss you off that your heart can't seem to let him go. no matter how annoying you find him, he's beautiful and confident. and he does know you better than anyone. he knows what buttons to press and how hard. with ben, there's always the thrill of how perceptive he is— that he can see through the walls of anger and indifference you try so hard to build up around yourself.

you can feel your will crumbling under his words, your heart throbbing in your chest, but still, you push back, "even if there is something there, solo," you say, your voice shaking slightly, "it doesn't change anything. we're two different people living two very different lives."

ben smirks, "you don't know anything about my life."

you let your eyes roll, "as if the life you lead is some kind of mystery," you take a deep breath, "i mean, what's to know? you fly alone, smuggle, and rack up credits. that's your life, solo."

he hums, right hand finding a home beside your head on the wall, "you know me so well, kid. you should write a book."

you feel inexplicably hot, "maybe i will. a long book of all the reasons you piss me off."

he doesn't respond, just looks down at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. he pushes himself from the wall and you, twisting and letting his back hit the durasteel wall. his face is turned to you, eyes downcast.

"you know," he says finally, breaking the silence, "i remember when we were kids, it was always you who used to be the one to instigate. you probably don't remember it that way, but i do, and i loved it. you never hesitated. you were fearless."

you look at him incredulously, wondering what this has to do with anything. but he continues, "you were the only girl that would play with me, and not just that, the only one that could beat me. but then one day you just stopped. you ignored me completely."

you stiffen, unwilling to admit even through body language that he might be right. a pre-teen you found avoiding your ben sized crush the most viable option. you just never thought he'd care.

he continues, eyes unwavering from yours, "you used to look at me like i was the only person that mattered. and then, you just stopped. it's was like… like you had something to hide."

it's like he can read your mind because he reaches out and grasps your wrist in his hand. his touch is nice against your skin, sending a comfortable feel through your veins.

"i miss you, the girl who wasn't afraid of liking me," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "and i want you to admit that you miss me too."

you struggle to find words, to make sense of everything inside of you, but before you can speak, his lips are on yours. his kiss is hot and demanding, and instinctively lean into him, body melting against his in perfect harmony. his hands slide around your waist and hold you close as the kiss deepens, and you can feel all of the frustrations of the past slipping away. when he finally pulls back, his eyes are bright with emotion and a hint of a smile graces his lips.

he looks down at you for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "you want me to do that again?" he steps closer to you and cups your face in his hands, his eyes twinkling with amusement. you can feel the warmth radiating from his body and if it weren't for his strong arms around you, you would have melted into a puddle.

you nod slowly in agreement, too lost in the moment to say anything else. he leans down and brushes his lips against your cheek before pulling away completely, "then be honest. right here, right now. you like me."

you screw your eyes shut, basking in the shame of being found out, "i like you, solo. i like you a lot, but if you don't get off your pedestal and kiss me again i'll withdraw the opportunity."

he gazes down at you with an expression that's tender yet mischievous all at once. "i like you too," he whispers before chuckling lightly, you open your eyes to see.

his dimples are on full display, and for a second, he's the spirit of the little brat you fell in love with all those years ago. "c'mere, kid." his voice is soft as he pulls you back into him, lips meeting yours.

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[inklore]

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Hi!!!! Could I request a fluffy fic of Han Solo x Fem Reader???? Please and thank you!!!!

Absolutely dear Alice 🥺

You and me

Pairing: Han Solo x GN Reader

Description: Despite the craziness of a war against the empire and trying to live your life you fall in love with a handsome smuggler

What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive I can't keep up and I can't back down I've been losing so much time

You and Han met after you saved him from Boba Fett years earlier not too long after he and Chewie started their jobs as a team earning a good amount of credits from jobs to survive deciding to bring you along with them after pretty much kicking the shit out of boba with nothing but a blaster and smoke grenades.

Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do nothing to lose and it's you and me and all of the people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

You were always there to pull the boys out of trouble,help with their injuries,and make sure that they didn't waste credits on things that weren't needed but also being there to help them whenever one of them just needed a shoulder to lean on more han than chewie but they both appreciated you from the moment you joined them on their adventures slowly developing feelings between you and han.

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right I'm tripping on words you got my head spinning I don't know where to go from here

Luke and Leia slowly push the two of you together after they realize how you felt for each other even despite them fighting against the empire and trying to always stay one step ahead and basically survive but soon everyone would finally see the two of you together.

Something about you now I can't quite figure out everything she does is beautiful everything she does is right cause it's you and me and all the people with nothing to do nothing to lose

You and han spend time together just the two of you when you arrive in cloud city meeting Lando who tried to flirt with you but after realizing you didn't feel anyway towards him he went to Leia leaving you to continue pinning over han until you and han talked while in the small apartment lando provided.

And it's you and me and all of the people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you and me and all of the people with nothing to do and nothing to prove

You didn't know who leaned in first but it ended up with han holding your face in his hands and your arms wrapped around his torso leading to the two of you saying I love you,exploring each other's bodies,and making love to each other until later that night falling asleep in each other's arms.

And it's you and me and all of the people and I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

From that moment on the two of you were together keeping it secret for awhile until right after 6 months you tell everyone right before the final battle against the empire everyone being happy for you immediately hugging each other after winning the battle and dancing throughout the night in the ewoks village.

What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive

Not too long after you and han married living in Naboo for a couple of years then moving and permanently living in Hanna city on Chandrila having your son Ben and a couple of years later having your daughter Padme leia named after Your old friend Ben Kenobi,Your mutual beloved leia,and luke and leia's mother Padme having the life you always wanted but thought you'd never have and a life han thought he could ever have.

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[mandochlorian]

STAY (Smuggler!Ben x Reader)

Request: Hi, I don't have any prompt in particular, but I would love something with Smuggler!Ben who is just nuts about you. I love the way you write him :) (@holacherrycola90)

A/N: yay, i love writing for smuggler!ben !!! thank you!

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“You don’t have to leave, you’re choosing to leave,” Ben whines, standing before you and the main hold. He corners you into the room.

“I have to do my job,” you correct him, “and you have to get out of my way.”

“Hm,” he points a finger at you, “actually, I don’t have to do anything. Last time I checked, I don’t take orders, baby.”

“Really?” You raise your eyebrows, “What about that one night in-”

“That’s different - it’s too late to head back, you should stay over. I’ll take you in the morning, after breakfast, it’ll be fine.”

“You’ll take me?”

“Yes.”

“In this piece of junk?”

“Hey!” Ben frowns at you, “You’ve never complained about her before.”

“Uh, yeah, I have. Many times. Many, many, many times.” You hold back a laugh at his antics, “I have flight checks at 6am tomorrow,” you remind him, poking a finger into his chest.

“And?” He asks, catching your hand and pulling you into his chest. You squeal, laughing into his chest as you push away from him. He keeps his arms close to you. Ben likes to think he’s some kind of smuggler hunk rock star - which he kinda is - but there are moments like these where he doesn’t have to wear that facade for the most part.

You narrow your eyes at him, staring up at him through your lashes, “And don’t you have some criminal activity to get to?”

“Yes, which is why I need you here tonight,” he mumbles, his hands coming to your waist. Ben gently squeezes your hips, “For good luck.”

The way he whispers makes your stomach flutter. What’s worse is that the cocky piece of shit knows what he’s doing to you. 

You smirk at him, allowing him to walk you to his bed, “You’re obsessed with me.”

“I am,” he admits freely, his eyes grazing over your lips, your eyes, you.

“It’s unhealthy,” you joke, raising an eyebrow at him, “you’re asking me to fuel your addiction.”

Ben lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes in failed attempts to hide his smile and amusement, “Shut up. Just be with me,” Ben sits on the bed and you sit beside him, laying down to rest on a pillow.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” You wonder, turning your body to face him curiously.

“Heading to the outer rim,” he admits casually, voice a little more serious though, “some locals need help with a warlord.”

You give him a look, “Are you going alone?” 

Ben shoots you a smirk, turning to face you as well, “Why? You worried?”

“I’m-”

“You’re worried about me, huh?” He muses, pressing his forehead against yours. Letting out a scoff, you push him away gently.

“Yeah, you’re irresponsible,” you shoot back honestly. Ben would be the type of idiot to face off with a warlord on his own, just because he believes he can. It’s often gotten him into deep shit.

“Irresponsible?” He repeats, narrowing his eyes at you, “No, I think you mean brave.”

“I don’t.”

“Courageous?” Ben suggests, running a hand through his rugged hair.

“Thoughtless,” you correct him, admiring the way his arm flexes as he moves, “Don’t get yourself into shit again.”

“Looks like you do have a heart, wow,” he feigns shock, giving you a grin.

You move to rise, “I’m leaving.”

“No!” He wraps his arms around you, letting out a cheeky laugh, “I’m joking, I’m kidding.” Ben lets go to hover above you, his unruly hair falling slightly as he looks down at you with a small grin, “You gotta stay.” He mutters, both arms on either side of your head when he leans down to catch your lips in a slow kiss.

He’s the worst. Okay, he isn’t. But he makes it so hard to leave. You want to stay, you do, but you shouldn’t. You should go. You kiss Ben back, your chest just about exploding when he gives you a gentle moan. Okay, you’re staying then. Shit.

“Maybe you can’t be kicked out of the Resistance but I definitely can, Ben,” you remind him, pulling back to look at him. 

“I have parents in high places. You’ll be fine, baby.” He responds nicely, running a hand along your cheek.

“Yeah? And my reputation?”

Ben laughs, dipping his face down to into your neck. He continues pressing kisses to your boiling skin. His body hovers over yours, so close to pushing against you and providing you with pleasure. 

“Your reputation, huh?” He hums, another kiss planted below your ear. He leans up, lips brushing your ear tenderly as he whispers, “Let’s destroy it.” 

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[kl4us4]

bad decisions (ben solo x reader)

summary: in which ben solo is more like his father, less like his grandfather. that scruffy smuggler blood runs deep.

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The announcement over the system makes you pause your makeout session with Ben. He tries to put his hands back on your hips but you slap his hand away. His name is called once more and you sit up in his bed. Oh, stars.

“Please pause for this announcement... Ben Solo, please make your way immediately to General Organa’s office. Again... Thank you.”

Your eyes widen for a split second as you look at Ben before you let out a hearty laugh. “You’re dead!” You exclaim, shaking your head before you gauge his expression. “You’re dead...” You mumble with a smile as the announcement plays three more times that afternoon.

“Shut up, I’m not,” Ben responds with an eye roll, taking your hand in his and holding it to his thick lips. When he mumbles, his lips brush against your skin, “What’s she gonna do?”

“Um, kill you? Take away your X-wing? Send you to a galaxy far, far away?” You suggest, pulling your hand from his lips and leaning in slightly instead, “She’s been threatening you with that for ages.”

Ben leans back towards you, his eyes glancing st you, “There are worse things than empty threats,” he shrugs, pulling your hand back to him to press kisses to the back of it, letting his rogue lips make their way up to your arm and towards your neck. 

“Yeah,” you agree seriously, “like you not here with me.” 

Ben smiles sweetly, his heart beating happily in his chest as it’s filled with love and fondness for you. He just watches you as he promises, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

His body heat so close to you makes you want to leave your eyes closed forever just so you can feel him. So you shut your eyes for a split second, admiring the feeling of having him treat you like this; though it happens very often. 

“Good,” You hum in appreciation, tilting your head back, “because if she sends you to train with Luke, I’m not coming to visit you all the way out there.”

Ben lets out a laugh that tickles your warm neck, “She has to find me first,” Ben smirks, turning to smile at you as you both sit on your bed.

“As if she hasn’t already guessed that you’re here with me,” you muse, raising an eyebrow at him.

When you give him a narrow-eyed look, he adds as he stands up, “Let’s ditch this joint then, rebel.”

You watch Ben fondly as he pulls his shirt on, throwing yours to you and you follow suit, “You can’t outsmart Princess Leia.” You remind him, running your hands through your hair and untangling it as best you can. When it doesn’t work out, you head to his bathroom. “Where would we even go?” You ask him, watching as he follows behind you, watching.

Ben inches to you, placing his hand around your waist and seeing you analyse yourself in his mirror. “Anywhere, baby.” He mumbles slowly. You do all you can to not close your eyes in bliss at the feeling of his plump lips against your hot skin, “We’ll jump from place to place, no rules, no need for pointless tasks, no worries.”

“Yeah? With what ship?” You respond, leaning back against him as you raise your eyebrows, “What fuel? What credits... baby?” You repeat his word, testing him.

Taking in a deep breath, his hands run up and down your waist hungrily. “Don’t ask so many questions,” he mumbles, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment, “Just leave this place with me.”

“You really want to go so badly?” You ask, watching his expression in the mirror.

“Yes.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” you admit, seeing his expression fall slightly, “This place is home, whether you like to admit it or not.” Stepping away from you, Ben no longer meets your eyes. The silence is heavy. Your gaze follows him and you wonder if you’ve struck a deep chord with him. “Ben.”

“There hasn’t been a war in 25 years, Y/N.” He begins, looking out the window of his bedroom, “My mother... as the last person to hail from Alderaan, can only think in the past. She can only prepare for another conflict. So much so, that she can’t see that time is passing by before her very eyes,” Ben then turns to you, his face serious as his lips part slightly before he speaks with precise words, “Here, there’s nothing but fear that lingers from the past. The very same past needs to be forgotten.”

“You can’t forget where you came from. And neither can I,” you add, “My parents are here, my sisters here. My life is here, Ben. Your parentage is part of who you are. There’s no amount of space you can put between you and your parents that will stop that, Ben.”

”I know who I am,” He responds quickly, “I have smugglers blood running through my veins. We can go anywhere, do random jobs, get quick money and spend it slowly. Send some back to your family here. Live a new life in peace, not boredom.”

“Even Han Solo, the great smuggler, flew too close to the sun once.”

“He isn’t half as smart as I am,” Ben mutters as he walks towards you, pulling your hand towards the bed. He sits, pulling you to straddle your legs on either side of his. “Come on.”

“Is this your attempt at persuading me?” You wonder, placing your hands around his neck. Ben’s hair is soft and wavy, and you play with the strands, even pushing a few behind his large ears. This makes him smile, and he lets out a relaxed sigh.

“Yes,” he admits, his pitch raised slightly as he whispers to you, “Leave with me. I can take care of you, Y/N. We can take care of one another.” Ben’s voice begins to ache as he begs. He can’t stand this place, he can’t stand being second to Leia’s diplomatic missions and Han’s brooding loneliness as he left to be Captain of a stale ship. If it weren’t for you, he would have left years ago. This place is not home.

You smile up at him, pressing a hand to his soft cheek before you tell him, “I know... I want to be with you for as long as the force will let us. Ben... I really do love you.” You admit to him, seeing his lips part gently before a smile begins to glow on his blushing cheeks. He thought he’d never hear you say it to him, he knows he surely hasn’t admitted it yet. “And I love my family, I can’t leave them.” You add.

Ben begins to speak but he stops himself, “Wait...”

“What?”

“You’re not going to believe this...” He stands quickly, his strong arms pulling you along and you squeal and laugh before his hand is quickly pressed to your lips, “Shh!” He whispers, a big grin on his face. You stare at him, your lashes brushing the side of his thumb. 

“What?” You grunt under his hand, eyes wide and urgent though you feel this may be some dumb trick of his.

“My parents.” He whispers back, eyes wild with adrenaline. He removes his hand, gently setting you down as he nods his head towards the door.

A knock makes you jump up, fear filling through you and making you not realise you’ve just smacked your forehead against Ben’s. “Sorry, sorry!” You exclaim quietly, slapping a hand over your mouth. If it weren’t for that, you’d have laughed.

“Ouch.” He grins, not seeming to care for the person at the door.

“Uh, Y/N...” Han's voice rings from outside your door, “It’s- It’s Han.” He pauses, “And Leia.”

“One second!” You shout to him, turning to Ben who gives you a small glare of annoyance, “Can you hide or something?!”

When Ben shrugs, you push him into the closet beside your bed, where his dad won’t see. “You never told me you like it rough, ouch baby.” He mumbles, latching onto your hand and pulling you into the closet with him.

“Ben! Come on, you-”

He presses his lips to yours, pushing his hips against yours fervently. His actions make you gasp, especially when you feel just how hard he had gotten from the makeout session on your bed and you straddling him. “Ignore him. Focus on me instead, the better Solo.” He grins, still whispering in your ear. 

“B-Ben...” You mumble, trying so hard not to get lost in his thoughts of praise and admiration for you. 

“Y/N.” 

A smile grows on your face as you look at Ben, who brings a hand down to his crotch and pushes down ever so slightly. The whole time, he just watches you back, his eyelids slightly closed as he teases you. It seems to be one of his favourite things to do. 

“You’re insane,” you tell him with a smile, placing a hand behind one of the closet doors, “You really are.”

Ben lets out a quiet laugh, sitting down cross-legged in your closet and leaning back on his elbows, “Only for you.” He looks up at you, admiring you for a moment from his lowered position.

Shaking your head, you shut the closet door on him. You take a deep breath. Walking to your bedroom door, you punch the code in and hear your heart beating incredibly fast. “Captain Solo! Hello!” You smile widely, voice an octave too high to be normal, “General Organa, good to see you!” 

“Hey, kid.” Comes Hans voice, deep and frustrated, “Ben here?”

You shake your head, pouting as if you’re thinking, “No, sir.”

“Alright, well,” he sighs, turning to leave, “See ya-”

“Not so fast.” Leia interrupts, frowning at her husband before turning to you. You smile at her, just a little too widely. “You’re sure he’s not here?” Leia nods, gesturing to behind you. You turn, eyes scanning the closet before you see what she’s referring to. Fucks sake, Ben. 

“Hmm?” You turn to see his lightsaber resting on your bedside table, “Oh. Yeah, he must have forgotten about it.”

I never forget my lightsaber, comes Bens words inside your head. You curse to yourself, then to him, telling him to stop projecting into your head.

“When did he leave?” Leia asks, firing questions at you.

Lie. Say this morning.

“An hour ago.”

Wow, you never listen to me. Lie better.

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Hangar bay.” You examine both their faces for an indication that they believe you. Han looks disinterested but annoyed, Leia does not look convinced. You wish Ben would shut the hell up. 

“Ben never forgets that thing,” Han notes, glancing at his wife.

“You know what? Take his lightsaber.” You suggest, hoping this gesture makes it more believable - though you know you can hear Ben cursing from inside the closet. 

No.

You grab the weapon from your bedside table and hand it to Bens father, “You can give it to him when you find him. Send my regards. Here... uh, here you go!”

Holding your hand out to give it to Han, you feel a pull against your hand that you can only assume is Ben manipulating the force from inside the closet. Don’t. Flicking your other hand you push him back slightly, hoping no one hears him shift further back into the closer. Ouch. You want to hold on to the saber as Han reaches his hand out to grab hold of it. But you let it go and hold back a sigh.

“Thanks...” Han mumbles, looking you up and down before turning to leave, “Tell us if you see him around.”

“Of course!” You nod, closing the door quickly behind the two once they leave, “Bye.” 

The door shuts as they leave. You can hear Ben open the closet. Turning, you see him already standing there with an upset expression on his face. “Really?” He sighs, more than unamused, “You gave them my lightsaber?”

“Sorry... I-I panicked,” you shrug, walking to Ben, “Your dads intimidating, okay?”

“Yeah?” He asks, his tone instigating as he walks towards you, “Is he?”

“Yes.” You admit, clenching your teeth and pretending that having Ben stalk towards you like you’re his prey doesn’t turn you on. You only hope he doesn’t notice how your face seems to grow hotter as you watch him watching you.

 “You better get used to being intimidated,” Ben responds, placing his hand on the back of your neck. He loves the way you stare at him with your eyes filled with adoration and curiosity. The way he pauses to examine you makes you shiver and you try so hard not to lean into his broad chest, “'Cause we’re getting that lightsaber back.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You’re serious?”

“Dead serious, baby,” Ben smiles happily, gently and slowly massaging the back of your neck. 

You let out a quiet gasp and narrow your eyes at the satisfied smirk he holds on his face. You flick his hand away from your neck, “Ben, no. Can’t you just apologise for whatever it is you did?” 

“I did nothing wrong,” he points to his chest, “You, on the other hand...” He continues, shaking his head in disappointment. He lets out a low hum, his brown eyes raking up and down you’re body.

“I panicked!” You frown, placing your hands on his chest, “You know how I am around authority.” 

He raises his eyebrows, taking a step back. “Then think of this as training, and consider me your master,” Ben turns, pausing by your door and turning to gaze down at you, “Tonight,” he announces comically, “we rally our forces for a strike and extract!”

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[jynzandtonic]

any fluffy thots on like tending to kylo's wounds and telling him he should be more careful n stuff 🥺

Okay, so it’s not Kylo, but I couldn’t resist. This is a little something based off a self-indulgent AU I’ve written a bit of just for myself ‘cause I’m a nerd: Smuggler!Ben x Mando!Reader. Please accept these thots. 

“He shot first,” Ben says the moment you walk in.

He’s slumped over in the captain’s chair of the Falcon, clutching at his upper arm.

“Sure,” you scoff, voice tinny through your helmet. You pull it off your head and set it in the seat next to him, kneeling down for a better look at his shoulder. “I’ve heard that one before.”

“He did!”

“Whatever you say, Solo.” 

You see the telltale mark of a blaster wound, but you need a better look. 

“Alright,” you start, gesturing at his clothing. “Take it off, or I will.”

“Not gonna buy me a drink first?” he asks with a crooked smile, gingerly removing his vest and shirt. 

“Cuyir su.” Be still. You examine the burned skin, frowning. Thankfully, he’s only been grazed. 

“Ow!” he hisses as your fingers brush close to the wound.

“K'atini,” you say. Suck it up. “It’s not deep, but you need bacta.”

Moving in the near-silent way you always do, you return to the main cabin to fetch the med kit. He smiles at you softly as you remove your worn leather gloves, plucking a patch from the box. There’s something intimate about seeing your hands, normally hidden—and often gripping a blaster or the handle of a knife. 

“You need to be more careful, cyar’ika,” you hum softly, smoothing the bacta patch over his sensitive skin.

“Just for you, sweetheart,” he says, smoothing his free hand over your hair. “Just for you.”

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[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Get ready for some content 😊

Fractured

Smuggler!Female Reader x Hidden Jedi!Ben Solo

Warnings: Making a mess of a trooper 🤣, bickering, mention of gambling, mention of drinking, stealing, swearing, not this chapter but story is NSFW 18+

Word Count: 3513

You huffed slightly as you tugged at your dress, you hated wearing stuff like this you much preferred your leather pants, shirt and jacket. They were comfortable, not to mention they had everything you needed in the hidden pockets, with this poxy dress all you could do was hide a knife and strap the smallest blaster you owned to your leg. You gave your dark haired companion a sideways glance enveying his suit as you take a sip of drink wondering how the hell you’d got caught up in stealing and smuggling some weapons for the bloody Resistance of all organisations. They had provided some tall pretty boy to accompany you, a guy who looked like he’d be fairly useless in a fight. Maybe he could disarm them with his smile. You couldn’t even remember his name.

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[multiverseofimagines]

Blinded By The Light | Smuggler!B.S

Chapter One - The Smuggler

Ben Solo, the son of Leia Organa and Han Solo, The Nephew of Jedi Master; Luke Skywalker, and Grandson of Darth Vader has chosen his path, rejecting the Jedi religion, and his call to the light. He decides that the galaxy has called out for him to follow in his Father’s footsteps in becoming one of the galaxies best pilot’s and smuggler’s.

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pairing -

     Smuggler! Ben Solo x Fem! Reader 

    warnings -

swearing here and there. the use of female pronouns.clearly an AU, the plot has no relation to canon. 

a/n | hi guys, bet you had no idea I was working on this for the couple weeks I’ve been gone but here it is. also let me know if the title has been used already, because I know it’s popular in the fandom for Ben. I also suggest listening to the playlist above when reading.

Ben sighed, rolling his eyes at his fellow companion and co-pilot, Chewbacca. “Yeah, yeah- I know what I’m doing.” Chewie groaned out at his friend’s ego, they were late on their shipment to their boss, Ubbal Novar, which could result in possible punishment. The Wookie didn’t doubt Ben’s ability to work his way out of trouble, he defiantly took after his late Father, War Hero and Smuggler, Han Solo, but something about this job filled Chewie with worry, something seemed off. 

They arrived upon Dandoran, the home planet and base of their proclaimed boss Ubbal Novar. The sky was en-captured by darkness upon their arrival, the only source of light radiated from the moonlight. Ubbal resided deep within the mountain range, a hidden bunker of sorts, in hiding from the Galactic Authorities. After walking for miles, Chewie and Ben had finally reached the locked sliding door, after a few moments of standing by the door, a voice came from above the door panel, from the built in speaker, “ Ben Solo, Ubbal as been expecting you. You are late.” Ben bit his lip, thinking of an excuse before looking up at the camera, “ Give Ubbal my deepest apologies.” He put a hand over his chest, signifying his sarcastic empathy towards Ubbal. The door slid upwards, opening itself to reveal two of Ubbal’s guards, Ben and Chewie cautiously stepped inside, the guards following close behind them as they all walked their way to the boss’s briefing room. Chewie held the semi large package by its handle, the contents within being pages, from an old book, a treasure they had flown all over the galaxy for. The language within the pages was unknown to them, the only page readable was a random list of names, attached to different planets, the story behind why Ubbal would need these names shook Chewie with the worry. What was his plan? 

They arrived upon Ubbal’s conference space. He sat upon the couch, his long cape draping upon his shoulders, as he sipped on an alcoholic beverage. As the door automatically opened, Ubbal’s eyes shifted up towards the doorway, his eyes meeting with Ben and Chewie’s presence. He put the glass down, on the table in front of him, before standing up to greet his smuggler’s. “Ahh! Young Solo, I have been waiting for your arrival all day it seems!” Ben bit his tongue, taking in the annoyance of his boss, before also greeting him, a smug yet fake smile plastered on his lips. “ Ubbal Novar, it seems as though it took longer than expected to find the package, But we are here now, with all the pages in pristine condition. We hope you can forgive our untimely fashion.” Ben attempted to seem sincere, though he often failed at that aspect.  Ubbal chuckled, “ Take the package from the Wookie, look it over.” He ordered one of the guards. Chewie handed it over to the guard, whom whisked it away to be inspected. “ Now, sit.” Ubbal motioned Ben and Chewie to take a seat upon the opposite facing couch, sitting across from one another. 

“ I have an important job for you two. My most important one yet.” He began, looking at them both before explaining himself, “ I need you to smuggle a person to me.” Ben rolled his eyes, “ We don’t smuggle people Ubbal. We’ve made this very clear.” His arms crossed against his chest, watching his boss search for the right words, “Look at this as a favor with a price. As a friend, I’m asking for help, and as your boss, I will supply you with an appropriate amount of severance for completing this task-” Ben’s eyes squinted at his boss, before interrupting his free loading speech, “ How much?” Ubbal looked taken a back, unprepared, “Pardon?” Ben chuckled, “ Don’t play dumb Ubbal. How much in pay?”  Ubbal pondered for a moment before speaking his terms in a low whisper, “ I can’t say a solid number yet- but it would be enough for you to hide away, forever.” Ben took in the word; forever. Ben had dreamt of it many times before, disappearing among the stars, never to be found. Though his co-pilot, Chewie didn’t necessarily agree with Ben’s plan to cut his family out, he held a promise to Leia, to keep Ben safe, and if that meant disappearing with him, he was willing to do that. Ben turned to Chewie, attempting to read him, if this was a good idea or not. The Wookie shrugged, groaning out in sympathy, an “I guess.” Ben smirked turning to Ubbal, “ Looks like you have yourself a deal Ubbal.” Ben stared into Ubbal’s eyes with a fiery and dominant attitude after shaking his hand, “ But if you refuse to pay us less than bargained for, I’m not afraid to throw your ass to the galactic authorities. Understand?” Ubbal nodded, a toothy grin appearing among his face, happy to have the smuggler’s on his side. 

Back on the Falcon, Chewie and Ben packed for their mission, they were silent whilst doing this, until Chewie spoke up, telling Ben that this seemed like a bad idea. Ben sighed, packing an extra blaster, “ We need the money.” Chewie groaned out again, his worry still evident. “ I know it’s not a job we usually do-” Ben looked up at Chewie, “ But if we don’t find the girl, he could kill us, and I don’t need a bounty on my head. “ Ben then smiled, reaching out to place a hand on Chewies shoulder, “ Plus did you hear what he said? Enough money to hide away forever. Isn’t that what we’ve always wanted?” The Wookie nodded sympathetically, understanding his friends reasoning, despite not agreeing with it. 

Whenever Ben and Chewie were working for Ubbal, they often had no time to rest. Only for minimal moments here and there, taking turns between sleeping and piloting. Chewbacca had insisted that Ben get at least a few hours of rest before their lengthy mission. Smuggling spices and weapons was one thing, smuggling a person was a whole different game to them. Ben layed awake in his bunk among the ship. He stared at the ceiling above, his thoughts took over his mind, en-capturing him  within an essence of guilt. Despite his desperation for the money and assured protection to be hidden forever as the severance for the particular job, he couldn’t help but feel horrible. How could he do such a thing? Smuggle an otherwise innocent girl to Ubbal. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, clearing his mind, before reaching out through the force,something that was rare for him, he searched for his Mother’s wisdom. There was a strange presence among The Force, not that of his Mother, a feeling he had never felt before. He could see flashes of images within his mind, a jungle of trees. He felt a dampness among him, it wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t warm either, it filled his senses. He could see a mist of fog surrounding him within the damp forestry. He attempted to reach out further, find the answers he had been searching for. He then saw a black mass in the distance, walking towards him, the entity appeared to call out to him, but he couldn’t make out the words, before he had lost the energy, disconnecting from The Force within seconds, his mind filled with nothing but black. But this time his chest felt heavy, not because of the guilt he had, but a feeling that he was meant to do this, that he needed to find who called out to him, his answers lying within the Yavin System.

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[starwarringavengers]

“What’s your name?”

Ben Solo X Reader

@clockworknymph said: so instead of becoming Kylo Ren, Ben Solo decided to quit the Jedi path & follow in his father’s footsteps as a so called smuggler. His parents, however, were not happy with the fact that Ben has made a habit of picking up women on every planet he visited, yet suspected something was up when he kept visiting a certain planet several times. Turns out, Ben had fallen for a beautiful girl (our beloved reader) & spent every minute between missions to see her & take her out to see the Galaxy! Thanks!

A/N: Warnings are mild smut, some cursing? I sort of took this prompt and ran with it? Feedback is very much appreciated!

“Benjamin, where are you? You were supposed to be back three hours ago,” His mother's voice is worse through a comm than it is live. Ben grunts and reluctantly peels himself off of the girl who’s on your hands and knees before him, flicking up his finger to say wait before standing and picking up the comm device.

“I’m still off world - got busy. And you told me sometime in the evening, not a specific time,” Ben reminds your, picking up the whiskey still sitting on the dresser and downing it in a few gulps as he waits for his mother's response.

“Well, now I’m saying now. As in, the next hour. See you soon, Ben.” Leia says, and your tone tells him that any conversation past that is over.

“You’re leaving?” The girl on the bed whines, your blue skin shimmering in the half-light of the room. Ben turns around, raises a thick eyebrow as he considers. He should finish what he started.

“Not yet,” he growls.

“You’ve been gone for three months,” Han says the moment he departs his ship. Ben takes in a deep breath of the clean air, the scent of flowers and dirt and pine. It’s a change from the dank, crowded backwater planets he’s been doing work on.

“Missed you too, Dad,” He says, slapping the old man on the shoulder before starting past him and into the house. His mother turns right around with an expression of annoyance that only Leia can really muster. It lasts only a few seconds before you’s pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek while you stretches on your tiptoes

“You should stay for a little while, Ben. Maybe look for a girl for more than one night?” Han says at dinner, and Leia slaps him so hard on the arm it shakes the rest of the table. Ben rolls his eyes and rolls back out the next morning.

***

The first time he sees you, his mouth goes dry. You’re sitting at the bar, amongst the thieves and smugglers, like him, looking both in and out of place all at once. You’re radiant, luscious, everything he dreams about, and his feet carry him forward before he can truly contemplate the idea.

His mouth is open and asking for your name as if he’s in a trance, because he can’t see anything in the room but you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Is all you say.

You’re gone as quickly as you appeared before him.

He goes back to the planet in between missions, hoping to find you sitting at that bar.

Three whole months go by before he sees you again, and it’s not where he’d been looking for you.

This time he’s on some outer rim planet, surrounded by flashing lights and women in tight skirts and chains as he walks down the main strip of the city. He makes his way to the selling point, and you turn around. Look at him like you’re absolutely positive of who he is as if you’ve met a hundred times before and didn’t just glance at each other in passing. Ben Solo is not the type of man to get tongue-tied, or go quiet, at the sight of a pretty woman. But here he is, at a loss for words.

“Hey, kid,” You say, and the nickname spikes familiar fury into his veins before it seems to fall flat under the lilt of your voice, a smoke-stained type grate underneath something smooth and soft like a cloud. “I believe you’ve got something for me.”

He almost chokes.

“If you’ve got payment,” he finds himself saying.

“Have a drink,” You offer with a grin, patting the bar top next to you. Ben considers for a moment, but finds that there's no downside to this, so he plops himself down next to you and orders something on the rocks as you sip something from a tall, dainty glass. “What’s your name?”

“Ben,” He tells you, and expects yours in return, but all you do is smile softly. You radiate light so blinding that Ben almost has to squint when you smile.

“Well, let’s go then, shall we?” You suggest, sliding off the barstool with an ease that he’s never seen in anyone. He follows you as you weave through the crowd, his eyes falling to your backside more than once. You let him into a room connected to the inn, and Ben feels a sudden jolt of nervousness. He hadn’t checked at all to see if you’d had a weapon.

In the room, you shed your jacket in one smooth movement, revealing a beautiful expanse of skin over your shoulders. Ben’s palms begin to itch. Faster than he can blink, you’ve got him up against the wall with a knife to his throat, strangely strong for someone so much smaller than him.

“What the fuck-“

“Who sent you?” You growl, all that prettiness gone from your voice as your eyes study him.

“Who - the fucking - are you for real?” He stutters, shocked at your sudden behavior and uncomfortable in more ways than one.

“Part origin,” You demand.

“Jakku,” Ben says.

“Seller.”

“Unkar Plutt.”

“Price?”

“Five thousand credits - are you going to move this knife anytime soon?” Ben questions, gesturing to the blade that’s pressing harshly into his throat.

You narrow your eyes for a moment and then finally step back, taking the knife with you.

“Are you expecting something?” Ben asks. “Are you on the run?”

“Aren’t we all?” You ask, a little hint of that smile back on your features. Ben huffs a little bit at you as you extend credit chips to him, your other hand out for the part you’re supposed to be paying him for.

Ben fishes it from his bag and the exchange is faster than he can get another word out, and then you’re pushing him towards the door the moment the goods have changed hands.

“Bye Ben,” You say, winking as the metal door begins to hiss shut.

“Wait-“ He starts, but you’re gone again, quicker than a shooting star.

Only two weeks pass this time, and he’s spent all the lonely nights in transit thinking about you. He’s ready when you meet again.

“Ben,” His name falls from your lips in a harsh, somehow sickly-sweet tone as his back is to the rest of the room, eyes downcast into a drink to avoid the dancing girls up ahead of him.

“You again,” he says, by way of greeting. You make a huff of acknowledgment and hop into the chair next to him, fingers curling around his glass to bring it to your lips for a sip.

“So we meet again in a place we both shouldn’t really be,” you say.

“Maybe I want to be here,” Ben shrugs.

You turn and cock an eyebrow. “At a club full of half-naked females? Something tells me you don’t.”

“I happen to love naked women,” Ben says.

“I think your mother raised you better than to enjoy them as spectacles,” you say, your voice breathy as you near his ear, leaning towards him. Ben’s every nerve is on end.

“What’s your name?” He asks you, “So I know what to moan while I’m buried inside of you.”

You don’t miss a beat.

“Any pet name will do, Ben,” You tell him, gripping him by his shirt and pulling him out of the bar towards your room, and he’s already trying his fucking hardest to press kisses to the exposed skin of your neck.

The door swings shut behind them and all the sounds of the outside world are sealed off, and the only thing left is your combined breathing - ragged and excited.

You kiss him like an exploding star, like light from a blaster. It’s warm and soft and all-consuming, and for a minute Ben forgets his name, forgets anything other than the need to have you naked before him. Your skin is soft but your body is littered with little scars and bruises, something not surprising given the job they do. He presses his hands into your hips when they fall back onto the mattress, your hands gripping his hair and bicep as he kisses down your body.

He fucks you hard and slow, wrapped up in you and heart pounding like he’s never touched anyone before. You pull sounds from him he didn’t know he could make with the taste, the feel of you.

It’s finally over when the sun starts to come up, their intermittent napping and fucking coming to a close when you get up and begins to dress, sliding fabrics back over the body that Ben has had his hands all over.

“Gonna tell me your name yet?” He asks, already knowing the answer. You blow him a kiss as you go.

The intervals of time in which the two of you meet begin to get smaller and smaller. Ben has half a mind that you’re tracking him somehow when you end up on the same planet the next day after you’ve found yourselves in bed together again.

“Come with me,” he says. “Work with me.”

You turn over next to him, body all curved and gorgeous in the moonlight.

“Okay.”

It takes a week for Ben to decide he’s fallen in love with you. With the girl he calls sweetheart.

He doesn’t get your name until late one night when you’re lying together, bodies quivering with the aftershocks of orgasms. He hears it, and it’s like a piece of his universe slots into place.

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Ben Solo, the One and Only

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3

In the following days after their first date, Ben made it his sole purpose in visiting Vivian whenever he could after missions. They frequently went beyond the garden and ventured out on walks or to the city - all for the sake of getting to know each other better while exploring different places. Yet, their relationship never went pass linking their arms together or the more intimate alternative of holding hands. This made Ben constantly itch for another attempt at kissing her but he would stop himself from doing so, not wanting to ruin his chances with her.

“The festival starts at the end of this week; you’ll be here, right?” Vivian asked.

“Eager for me to escort you, sweetheart?” Ben joked and she gently shoved him, “I will most definitely be here.”

The two were currently at the edge of a shimmering pond that reflected the beginning of the evening’s sunset. She had her head on his shoulder, observing their picturesque surroundings as they sat underneath a tree. Ben wasn’t sure if it was on purpose, but every so often, he could feel her gentle breath hit the base of his neck, forcing him to hold back a shudder. 

Vivian shifted to get a better look at him, “You always have such a focused and driven look on your face, Ben. It makes me wonder what you think of when you are so silent.”

“There are only two things on my mind right now. How beautiful you are and how incredible it is that we’ve been at this for over a month.” His response made her smile and embrace his arm tightly.

On the night of the festival, Ben waited for his beloved in the garden behind her apartment building where they usually met. He smiled as he saw her approach him but was surprised to see two people trailing behind her. It was Vivian’s younger brother, who Ben now knew as Vincent, accompanied by his girlfriend, Cecilia. The four had spent time together before, mostly in the garden, but Ben had hoped he could share the night alone with Vivian. Much to Ben’s liking, the other couple kindly parted ways once they arrived at the festival’s entrance. 

“Once the war between Viktas and Qrona ended, the government decided to make festivals in just about every city as a way to celebrate the successful peace between the two planets and honor those who fought in the battle,” she informed him, “While most of the food, shops, games, and performances are from here, there are some that come from Qrona as well.” As they walked she pointed at a few tents and explained how the cultures were drastically different but equally impressive and beautiful. Of course, she would think that, Ben thought. 

“Vivian!” a young voice shouted. She and Ben turned to see a little boy wearing a strange armor costume. “Vivian, you have to see our play! It’s gonna be so awesome!” the boy continued.

At this, Vivian let go of Ben’s arm and bent down to reach the kid’s eye level, “Is it okay if my friend comes too?”

The boy looked at Ben and circled around him a few times but eventually nodded and led the way. As they walked to a stage that featured several other children in costume, Vivan quietly spoke to Ben, “He was a patient I used to treat; a good portion of those kids are my former patients actually. There was a virus last year that infected their orphanage and caused paralysis in their extremities, my team was sent to help.”

“I like to visit them once in a while and they’re always so thankful - they’re sweet kids,” she added, “Every year, they prepare a reenactment of the final battle for the festival.”

There were many other people seated around the children's stage. It was a rather remarkable performance, especially when considering the age and situation they were in. Ben tried to pay attention to the show, but his eyes kept focusing on Vivian. She had a soft, sincere grin and he remembered that she was also an orphan. Had things gone differently, she and her brother would’ve been on that stage. But despite the circumstances, she took action in helping others during and after the war when she could’ve remained on the sidelines, quiet until it was over. She’s so selfless and precious, it’s almost too good to be true, Ben thought.

Soon enough came the big finale as two pretend swords clashed against each other. “Stop!” a girl shouted and, “This fighting is senseless and brings only pain to the people on both sides! Everything would be better if we worked together!” she continued, throwing her own sword in between the other two.

“Lady Lorenia! You shouldn’t be here, it is dangerous for a woman!” , cried the boy playing King of Viktas. 

“Nonsense. I wish to make peace between our Viktas and Qrona; I cannot do that from the comfort of my castle,” she refuted. 

The pretend King of Qrona looked at her and proposed a challenge, “I will remove my troops from Viktas’ territories and agree to start a treaty if you can defeat me in battle. Do you accept?”

Her response was to lunge at him and they started to battle across the stage. In the end, Qrona’s king was on the ground with Lady Lorenia’s sword inches away from his throat. She then pulled her weapon back and offered a hand to help him stand. They were then joined by the King of Viktas at center stage; holding hands, the three collectively said, “This is the proud story of how peace was made between our beloved planets!”

A burst of applause and cheers rang throughout the crowd as all the children came from behind the curtain to take their final bows. Ben noticed a screen at the side of the stage light up to display a preview for the next act of the night that would start in one hour. After congratulating the kids for their great show, Ben and Vivian headed out to see the food booths, eventually settling for a mashup of the common street foods from the two planets. Once they finished eating, they made their way back to the stage for the next show, or so Ben though. Vivian pulled him alongside her, pass the audience seating and pass the stage itself, to an elevated hill where they had a bird’s eye view of the entire festival.

Below them, the other show had begun and featured dozens of women and men dancing in elegant dresses. It was so entrancing as their music and dance seemed to motivate people, for many of those in the audience stood to dance as well. Even Vivian, who was distanced from the commotion, swayed to the beat.

“Ben,” she called for him. It came out of nowhere. Once Ben had turned his head to answer her, his eyes were left wide open as a pair of burning lips pressed to his. The kiss lasted no more than 10 seconds and when it ended, she whispered a soft, “thank you.” He wasn’t sure why she thanked him, but he was sure that the kiss wasn’t enough. He wrapped a hand behind her head, entangled within the curls of her hair, and brought her close to passionately kiss her. Ben thought she’d push him away, but besides a surprised yelp, she offered no resistance. Instead, her eyes closed as she synced her lips with his and caressed his arms.

When their lips parted, they were both out of breath and smiling at each other. He pulled her onto his lap and she laid her head on his chest. Ben looked down and wondered again, “Why the thanks?”

“For putting up with me. I haven’t exactly made it easy for you, but you’re still here. So thank you for that.” she replied.

A soft chuckle came from him and he brushed his fingers down her long hair before leaning in to give her another kiss. 

A/N: Wow! We’re moving right along! Chapters are getting longer and more difficult to write; I’m glad I had most of this story mapped out before starting. Sorry if things feel rushed or like they don’t make sense; I know I’m not great at this, but I guess at least I’m trying. If you’re enjoying this so far, please let me know by liking and/or commenting! If you’ve got any requests, ask me! As always, best wishes to all!

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AO3 stats for Star Wars pairings with 100-199 works - May the 21st, 2020

The brackets show differences between the ranking posted 5 months ago and the one posted today.

Ships that reached 200 works since last time:

-Rex x Anakin Skywalker;

-Din Djarin x Omera;

-Din Djarin x Paz Vizsla;

-Carth Onasi x Revan.

New ships on the list:

-Rex x you;

-Fox x Quinlan Vos;

-Darth Maul x reader;

-Hego Damask | Darth Plagueis x Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious;

-Cal Kestis x you;

-Boil x Waxer;

-Wolffe x you;

-Clyde Logan x Rey (reylogan);

-Luke Skywalker x Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader’

-Paz Vizsla x you;

-Poe Dameron x Leia Organa (poeleia);

-Boba Fett x Leia Organa.

Jyn Erso x Orson Krennic (Jynnic) came back to the list.

1. The Jedi Exile/Atton "Jaq" Rand - 199 (+16)

2. Lando Calrissian/Luke Skywalker - 194 (+12)

3. Riyo Chuchi/CC-1010 | Fox - 191 (+91)

4. Aric Jorgan/Republic Trooper - 181 (+15)

5. Andronikos Revel/Sith Inquisitor - 180 (+8)

6. CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo/CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives - 176 (+23)

7. Gilad Pellaeon/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo - 175 (+23)

8-9. Darth Maul/Ahsoka Tano (+44), Galen Erso/Bodhi Rook (+6) - 170

10. Matt The Radar Technician/You - 166 (+21)

11. Rey/Luke Skywalker - 164 (+4)

12. Arihnda Pryce/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo - 162 (+5)

13. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Bail Organa - 161 (+9)

14. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos - 159 (+39)

15. CT-7567 | Rex/You - 158 (new on the list!)

16. CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos - 157 (new on the list!)

17. Cassian Andor/You - 156 (+15)

18. Kylo Ren/Rey/Ben Solo - 154 (+9)

19. Owen Lars/Beru Whitesun - 150 (+19)

20. Corso Riggs/Smuggler - 148 (+8)

21-22. Cal Kestis/Merrin (+44), Luke Skywalker/You (+3) - 144

23. Wedge Antilles/Tycho Celchu - 142 (+2)

24-25.  Obi-Wan Kenobi/Siri Tachi (+8), Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine/Theron Shan (+5) - 140

26. Ezra Bridger/Luke Skywalker - 139 (+19)

27. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Asajj Ventress - 138 (+7)

28. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Sabé - 134 (+2)

29-30. Plo Koon/CC-3636 | Wolffe (+29), Bounty Hunter/Torian Cadera (+7) - 132

31. Qui-Gon Jinn/Tahl - 131 (+24)

32. Theron Shan/Sith Warrior - 130 (+7)

33. Darth Maul/Reader - 129 (new on the list!)

34. Kaydel Ko Connix/Poe Dameron - 128 (+3)

35. Lux Bonteri/Ahsoka Tano - 126 (+24)

36. Hego Damask | Darth Plagueis/Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious - 124 (new on the list!)

37-38. Cal Kestis/You (new on the list!), Sheev Palpatine/Anakin Skywalker 101 and 10 works tagged only as Darth Sidious/Darth Vader and 12 works tagged only as Sheev Palpatine/Darth Vader (+10) - 123

39. Galen Erso/Lyra Erso - 121 (+7)

40. Boil/Waxer (Star Wars) - 118 (new on the list!)

41-42. CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi/CT-7567 | Rex (+14), Luke Skywalker/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren (+3) - 117

43-44. Rey (Star Wars)/You (+1), Orson Krennic/Wilhuff Tarkin (+10) - 116

45. Dopheld Mitaka/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - 112 (0)

46. Finn/Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - 110 (+5)

47. CC-3636 | Wolffe/You - 109 

48. Clyde Logan/Rey (Star Wars) - 108 (new on the list!)

49. Vector Hyllus/Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine - 107 (+4)

50. Luke Skywalker/Darth Vader 73 and 33 works tagged only as Anakin Skywalker/Luke Skywalker - 106 (new on the list!)

51. Paz Vizsla/You - 105 (new on the list!)

52-53. Biggs Darklighter/Luke Skywalker (+4), Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso/Bodhi Rook (+3) - 104

54. Poe Dameron/Leia Organa - 101 (new on the list!)

55-56. Boba Fett/Leia Organa (new on the list!), Jyn Erso/Orson Krennic (back to the list!) - 100

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[mandochlorian]

Because (Ben Solo x Reader AU)

Summary: Sometimes, you just need to be with someone. Sometimes, you just need to be held by the man you love. And the night before Snoke strikes on the Resistance base seems as good a time as any. But Ben has a guilty conscience and a heartbreaking plan to go to Snoke before he can attack the people he cares about.

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warnings: speaking about death, angst, sadness, this is random as and i just wrote it so don’t think about this timeline or alternative reality thing and just read it for what it is meant to be: painful x

The ceiling in Ben’s room is blue. Well, not really. It’s white. Bright white, so bright that when the lights are on it’s almost blinding to be in here. But now, with the dim glow of the lamps beside Ben’s bed, it’s blue. You stare up, hand clutched in his as you lay beside one another. Neither of you know what’s truly coming tomorrow. All you know is that Snoke has planned an attack on the D’Qar Resistance base. No one knows how many soldiers he has. No one knows how he found out about the Bases location. All you know is that you can feel your heart sinking with every minute that goes by.

“You can’t think like that,” you mumble to Ben, catching a few sentences flowing through his busy mind.

“Think like what?” He asks, for no reason. He knows he’s always had a negative outlook on things. He continues to stare at the ceiling as time passes by ever so slowly yet with a pace far too quick for comfort.

“With that defeatist attitude,” you answer, turning your head to face him, “you sound like tonight’s our last night alive together.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No,” you sit up, taking his hand and holding it - anything to show him that you’re still here, “No.”

“He’s coming for me.” Ben’s eyes stay on the ceiling and his hand doesn’t squeeze yours back. There are no blankets on him and he’s beginning to feel the chill of the night settling into his bones. But he doesn’t care. He feels nothing; nothing that matters, anyway. “He wants me to be by his side,” Ben continues, lips parted, “he won’t stop until he has me.”

“Unfortunately for him, I don’t care about what he wants,” you respond to Ben, staring at him as you rest your head on his shoulder. “I can’t lie to you - I am afraid, Ben,” you admit to him, your hand now placed upon his chest, “but I know we’ll be okay.”

You can feel his heart quicken and you catch a few doubtful thoughts speeding through his head. “How do you know?” His voice is quiet but the hint of desperation is evident.

“I just do. I just know. It’s us.”

“It’s us?” He repeats your words, now finally angling his head to look down at you. His expression holds a level of amusement on it, mixed with confusion. It’s us, he repeats to himself, Ben and Y/N.

You pull away, meeting his gaze, “Look how far we’ve gotten. Look at the odds we’ve already faced. We make it through everything. Together.” 

Ben’s still hesitant, you can sense it, “Others aren’t so lucky,” he tells you, tearing his eyes away from you, “they’re going to go into battle and die tomorrow... for me? Everyone’s preparing to risk their lives for what? Me?”

“These people know what they’re getting into,” you remind him wholeheartedly, “these people are soldiers willing to fight for their cause, for their beliefs. They would follow you to the end of the galaxy if you lead them there.”

He pulls away from you, “I’m not a leader.”

“What? You’re an excellent leader, Ben,” you shoot back, incredulous as you watch him stand from the bed and walk to the large window, “you’ve led many successful operations, you know what you’re doing. Good people will fight for you if you let them.”

His response comes in the form of a question - a question that he poses without turning around, without sparing you a glance, “What if I can’t let them?”

There’s something hidden in the way he won’t meet your eyes; as though once he does, all his thoughts will be on display. A pause lingers in the air and dread overcomes you at the notion of his words. 

You rise, “Ben.”

He can sense your anxiety as you approach him, standing a few metres behind him. He turns his head to the side, “I can’t let them die for me.”

There’s a pause, you try to gauge what he’s feeling but... it seems he’s blocked you out, “What are you really trying to say?”

Ben bites the inside of his bottom lip, his eyes landing on the view below as he tries his hardest to sound impartial, “I just... I wonder if it’s best that I-“

“No-”

He closes his eyes as the way your voice trembles, “It’s best that I just go.”

“Ben,” you’re by his side now, looking up at him and wishing he would stop avoiding your eyes, “You can’t be serious.” 

“I am,” Ben answers, the glow of the light outside and the blinds leaving half his face in darkness. 

“Can you listen to me for once?! I-”

“People are going to die tomorrow, Y/N!”

“Do you think that I don’t know that?!” You shout back at him, your heart aching now that he’s finally looking down at you, “I know,” you voice is calmer now but nothing can take away the sinking feeling in your chest, “I know more than anyone. Everyone here knows that is part of our job with the Resistance. I know it’s part of my job.”

“You’d give up your life for a job?” He narrows his eyes, cringing at you.

You grab his hands, staring up at him with tears in your eyes, “I’d give up my life for yours.” 

Narrowing his eyes at you, Ben takes a step towards you, “You can’t say that to me,” he tells you, “nothing can happen to you.” 

“Ben I’d-”

“Don’t put yourself in that position,” it comes out like a harsh order; quick and definitive, “I’m not worth it.”

Looking up at him, you hate the worthless look in his eyes, “Ben. I’d do anything for you. I’d risk my life for you.” 

“No,” he rejects the very idea of it, pulling his hands from yours, “No. Stop.” If anything, the urge to run has never felt so strong. He needs to go. Now. He needs to make sure the base is safe, make sure his parents are safe, make sure you live to see the day where you’re old and grey and running this base.

“I’m not lying,” you admit to him, “Ben, I... I love you.” 

You wish there wasn’t such a heavy silence. But there is. And it seems to settle so agonisingly slow that if you were in any other circumstance, you’d leave. The air becomes so stale you can barely breathe.

“I can’t stay here,” Ben grits his teeth, tears rushing from his eyes. He reaches for his saber, “I have to go. I have to - to meet him somewhere. I’ll draw him away from here. I just - I have to stop this! I-”

“No!” You place a hand on his chest, trying to get a hold of his panicked eyes, “Please, Ben!” He pushes past you, grabbing his lightsaber and placing it on his holster, “Don’t. Don’t go to him.”

“It’s the only way,” he admits to you, turning his head slightly. You watch him make his mind up, knowing how stubborn he is.

“If you go to him,” you begin, watching as his back rises and falls with each breath he takes, “we may never see each other again.”

He stills, “I know.”

It’s settled then; he doesn’t love you. At least not like you love him. “So go.” You look down, hands idly and buzzing with anger at your sides. You know you shouldn’t feel it, you know it’s against all your teachings. He turns to you, watching your hurt eyes fixate on his, "Be gone by the time everyone wakes tomorrow. I’ll play the part, I’ll act like I have no idea what happened. It’ll be like this never happened - like all of it never happened.”

His lips tremble against one another so gently that you don’t catch it. You’re too focused on his gaze. His dark eyes blink a few times, seemingly processing it in his mind. He knows what you’re telling him. You’re telling him that everything said here will be forgotten; that you’ll both pretend you never said anything about loving him.

“Don’t you understand?” His voice is soft but still desperate. His eyebrows raise slightly and he lets out a breath, “I’m doing this because I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you since I first met you - ever since you came into my life, it’s been agony. Knowing I love you,” he looks down at your lips, swallowing roughly as he walks toward you, “and want you... but not being able to do anything about it,” he shakes his head painfully, his lips pressing together firmly before he tilts his head down to stare into your eyes, “I can do something about it now. I can save you.”

“You’ll die,” you answer him.

“He wants my power, he won’t kill me. He’ll use me.”

“That’s not what I mean,” you respond, a cold edge to your voice, “he’ll corrupt you. Cut you off from everyone. Turn you away from the light. You’ll be dead on the inside.” You squeeze your eyes shut. You know there’s no convincing him, you can sense that he’s already made his mind up. The tears make your cheeks warm and you clench your hands in fists. But you let out a breath, opening your eyes when he places a hand on your wet cheek. 

Ben gives you a nod, his expression softening the slightest, “I’d give up my life for yours.”

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[kl4us4]

PEACHY (Ben Solo x Fem!Reader)

Summary: A smuggling job goes wrong, luckily you have the best smuggler in the galaxy as your boyfriend. 

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warning: nsfw, smut ending, vulgar language.

Pushing against you, Ben rests you on top of his lap. You keep your hands entangled in his hair as you kiss one another. You can’t help but call out his name as you smile, “Ben.”

“Yes, my love?” He announces back, a smile of his own on his lips as he presses a kiss to your warm neck. He runs his hand up and down your back gently, sending shivers up your spine.

“We have to make this run on time, or we’ll never get paid,” you tell him, placing both hands against his cheeks and gently pulling him away from you.

“Well,” he responds holding a hand up, “Luckily for you, I can make this quick.” He teases, grinning as he makes fun of himself.

“How romantic,” you tease back, biting your lip as you lean towards him, “You’re making me hot already.”

“Yeah, baby?” He whimpers with a smirk, “I might even make you be the big spoon when we cuddle afterwards. How does that sound?” Ben winks back, holding back a laugh. You both can’t stop smiling at one another, knowing that Ben often does like being the little spoon and he has not one shame about it.

“Oh baby,” you moan into his ear, sticking your tongue out and licking him.

“Y/N!” Ben’s shoulders tense as he lets out a disgusted groan, “Why?” He cries, wiping his ear on his shoulder.

You laugh, knowing he hates that. Giving him a shrug, you joke, “Just wanted to make you hard.”

“Well, you failed.” He shakes his head at you, “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Yeah, I probably should be.” You agree, standing from his lap and giving him a caring smile, “So, how long until we land?”

“Roughly 5 minutes,” Ben answers, taking hold of your hand and kissing the back of it. “Our client will meet us on the landing pad. Nervous?”

“Never.”

“That’s my girl,” Ben whispers, giving you a fond smile.

You smirk, this time you take his hand and squeeze it, “This is going to be easy. Jakku is a wasteland; they’re desperate for any metal they can get their hands on.”

“Mhmm.” He agrees, letting go of your hand to commandeer the ship to land, “They’ll pay handsomely for whatever we can give them.”

The ships loud as it lands, and you watch Ben’s eyebrows furrow in concentration. He glances over at you as the ship meets the ground, his face unchanging as he focuses, “What’re you looking at me for?” He asks, his tone slightly worried and standoffish.

“Nothing.” You look away, hiding a smile but Ben can see your cheeks slightly red. 

“Come on.” He whines, eager to know what’s on your mind. 

“You’re hot.”

“Huh?” He asks, unbuckling himself and standing from his seat. His arm muscles are tense as he lifts places his blaster in its hold, turning to look at you as you stand beside him.

Grabbing your own weapon, you shrug. “You’re just hot.”

You both make your way to the door as the landing pad drops in a heap of steam, “Don’t objectify me, I’m the captain of this ship.” He teasingly scolds you. 

“Aye aye.” You reply, quickly slapping your hand against his bum. You do it just in time before the doors open to your client, knowing Ben can’t slap yours back like usual. Instead, he gives you a pointed look before clasping his hands behind his back and stepping off the ship. You step down too, seeing your droid follow. He’s an R2 unit, different from the well-known droid that lives on base. Instead, you and Ben’s R2 is green and black, specialising in smugglers routes, strict sectors of the galaxy, and current news about the black market. You and Ben call him R3, an inside joke about how everyone calls R2D2 ‘Artoo’.

You and Ben walk side by side, eyeing the desolate, orange planet as you come face to face with your client and three other men who were not negotiated to be here. “You’ve brought friends.” You note, giving a smile to each other the men before looking to your unknown client.

“Back up.” He responds gruffly, “In case things go sideways.”

“As long as you have what we need, you have nothing to fear.” Ben nods, his features stoic and, honestly, a little mean for your liking. Though you do find this serious side of him attractive. The man to his left drops his bag onto the ground. Doesn’t sound as heavy as it should, you narrow your eyes at him and look down at the credits. It doesn’t look like nearly enough to match the amount promised. 

Seeing the look on your face, he speaks up, “4000 Galatic credits.”

“If I may kindly ask, where’d you pull that number from?” You wonder, crossing your arms and tapping your finger against your upper arm as you anticipate his answer.

“Think of it as payment for not turning you into your Rebel friends,” he narrows his eyes, gesturing to the busy marketplace, “They were this close to raiding my shop too. No doubt they knew you were coming.”

Ben’s hands are now at his side, hovering above his blaster inconspicuously, “We're not friends with the Resistance, I can assure you that. What I cannot guarantee is your head remaining intact to your shoulders if we don’t get the credits that we agreed on.” Instantly, the men beside him raise their blasters. One grabs you, pointing his weapon to your temple. Ben’s blaster is quickly on the client, his eyes filled with anger as he watches his every move.

Rolling your eyes, you let out a loud sigh. “We’ll give you one more chance to escape with your lives.” You glance at the man, giving him sympathetic eyes. They let out laughs, though stop when they see you and Ben’s expression.

“Why are the pretty ones never smart?” The man wonders, his lips whispering closely to your ear. Ben grits his teeth as he watches the man hold you against your will.

“I have a question too,” you giggle, clenching your fist tightly before quickly swinging your elbow back into the man's gut. He grunts, kneeling to the ground, “Why are the ugly ones always idiots?” You tilt your head down at him, watching the pain in his face dissipate into anger and embarrassment. 

The second man grabs you roughly despite having Ben’s blaster pointed at him. He holds both your hands behind your back whilst the other man stands from the floor, helping to hold you still as well. “4000 or we kill your sidekick here,” He pushes the gun further against your temple.

Ben, noticing R3’s absence, gives the man a confident shrug. “Do it,” he says absentmindedly, making you smile at him, “Why do I care? I’m here for the credits we negotiated.”

“Enough with the-” The man shouts as the sound of a small yet powerful electrical shock emits from R3, who zaps the man on the back of his shin. In a second, Ben fires two shots. The entire time, your eyes remain on Ben as the man behind you falls limply to the ground.

With his blaster now aimed at the man remaining, you walk over and stand beside Ben, who speaks, “6500 credits or your life. You choose.” In a quick attempt to shoot Ben, the man pulls his blaster from his holder. Ben shoots first, letting out a sigh as the man falls to his knees. “I hate this planet.” Ben mumbles, turning back and walking over to you as R3 heads back onto the ship heaving the crate of credits, “You okay?” His eyes are intense as he watches you, his body close to yours.

“I’m okay.” You nod at him, pressing your lips to his cheeks before heading to collect the blasters from the bodies of the men. “You?”

“Peachy.” Ben’s tone is low and disappointed as he takes the blasters from your hands, “Could have been better with 6500 more credits to trade.” He admits, placing the blasters in the storage compartment on board his ship, “Maybe someone else on this stupid rock wants to buy a ton of scrap metal.”

“They only have a bartering system here,” you remind him, to which he clicks his tongue, “They only had Galatic credits because they’re shady businessmen.”

“What do you suggest we do?” Ben hums, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and pressing his lips to the place where a blaster was once pressed against your head.

“Leave it all here, someone will find a use of it. Most likely trade it in for food, it might help someone.” You look up at him, admiring the smile he wears on his face now that he’s away from the client.

“You’re right,” he nods, letting go of you to kick the hovering crate of metal pieces down the landing strip of the ship, “Good riddance to this awful place. And good riddance to the Resistance members on it.” He says as you both board your ship once again.

“Let’s go back to running spice.” You tell him, sitting on his lap as he turns the ship on, it roars to life beneath his fingers; kind of like you.

“Yeah?” He wonders, his arm wrapping around your waist as he looks up at you through his lashes. When you nod, Ben gives you a smirk, “Strap in, baby.”

You stand, heading to your seat but not before Ben can get his payback for slapping him on the bum. “Hey!” You whine, turning back to look at him.

“It’s fair!” He chuckles, seeing you smile as you sit down in the co-pilots seat. Once this thing is up in the air and the destination is set to a slow course to Kessel, Ben unbuckles himself and stretches his arms out. “Come here,” he orders you, glancing over at you when you give him a sceptical expression, “Come sit on Captain Solo’s lap.” He laughs as he pats his muscular thigh. Straddling both his legs, you look down at Ben through half-shut eyes. “Hm.” He notes, gazing at you intently.

“What?”

“I know what that look means.”

“You do, do you?” You ask.

“Yes.”

“Enlighten me.”

Ben smiles, his brown eyes looking you up and down, “You want me.” He shrugs, cocky. 

“I want you to... what?”

He lets out a small chuckle, finding it amusing that you’re trying to play it cool, “You want me to make you come, to turn you into a mess underneath me, I know, I’ve seen that look many times before, baby.”

“Hm. Not quite, baby.” You admit, taking his wrists in your hands and holding them by his side as you continue, “I want to make you squirm underneath me, and I want to hear you moan for me, come undone for me.”

“I’m already there.” He whispers, his hand pushing on the back of your neck in order to get you to move closer to his lips. You press your lips to him, instantly feeling heat within the pit of your stomach amongst other places. Ben hears you moan quietly and smiles against your plump lips.

When he presses his tongue against yours, you instinctively tug on his hair, causing him to let out a small whimper. Craving to be touched by you, Ben feels his body relax with relief as he presses his crotch against your thigh and gets some satisfaction. You let out a quiet sigh of relief at the pressure of his leg against your warmth.

When you press a long kiss to his lips, Ben takes it as you telling him to continue. So he moves his hips down slowly, his mouth agape and his eyes closed at the pleasurable feeling. You push your body up against his, grinding slightly as the small inklings of a smile appear on your face. You both open your eyes to look at one another, wondering if you’re both thinking the same thing.

“Take your clothes off,” Ben whispers, sitting back and removing his shirt from his body. You do the same to yourself, eyes lingering on his figure whenever you can get a look at him. He sits on his legs, thighs exposed as he sits watching you wearing just boxers. Bens eyes travel along every inch of your body and with every inch gazed at, a smile grows on his face for the first time in months. “You’re beautiful.” He admits, watching you sit there in your bra and underwear, “So beautiful.”

You smile at him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “So are you.”

“I’m beautiful?” He raises his eyebrows at the feminine word.

“Yeah,” you respond, brushing his black hair back, “You really are.”

Ben closes his eyes, leaning into your touch before he looks at you fondly, “Thank you.”

“What for?” You chuckle, glancing at his eyes for a sign of anything wrong.

Bens hands run up your thighs, gently touching the warm skin before reaching for your underwear. “For loving me.” He says.

“Always,” You whisper to him, reaching down and holding his cock in your hand, “Always, baby.” You whimper, feeling his fingers press against your clit as you begin pumping him slowly. Soon enough, he moves your panties to the side and lifts his hips up to place his cock inside you, slowly, so slowly but so satisfyingly.

Ben lets out a sigh, his mouth hangs open, and you take the opportunity to kiss him once again. His eyes open slightly before shutting again, and Ben smiles as he begins rutting his hips gently into you. Steadying yourself by placing both hands on his chest, you begin to move up and down on Ben’s member. Each time, you feel the need to hold your breath when he hits the perfect spot inside of you.

“Ah, Ben,” you whisper, throwing your head back slightly as he grips onto your hips. The pain of his fingertips pressed into yours just doubles the pleasure you feel, especially when he moves one hand to your clit, “Fuck, Ben, you make me feel so good.” You whimper quietly, resting your head against his shoulder.

“I’m glad,” he grins, opening his eyes to glance as your sweaty figure. He presses a kiss to your shoulder before his eyes focus between your bodies. Ben’s breathing becomes heavier as he watches his thick cock disappear between your heavenly folds. Shit. “You look so beautiful, angel.” He moans, the warmth and tightness of your movements make him want to fuck you right into the pilots' seat he’s sitting on; but he knows you like being in control sometimes, and tonight is your night.

He really can’t help it, you just feel so good like this, look so good like this, sound so good like this. You’re so fucking intoxicating, he can barely keep himself together. You with your hair cascading upon your shoulders, your eyes shut, your lips parted with whimpering breaths. Stars, it’s enough to end him right now.

Ben’s big. You’ve never shied away from letting him know that, though you know it goes straight to his ego. The feeling of his big cock pressing against your walls each time he enters and exits, you’re squeezing your eyes closed, it almost even has you biting your lips. You pull away from the warmth of Ben’s shoulder, instead of pressing your lips to his rough ones and he’s quick to push his tongue against yours.

When you go to tug on his hair, Ben slows his hips, focusing on his breath. After everything that’s happened today - putting you in danger once again - he’s fucked if he’s going to cum before you do. You open your eyes, looking up at him and examining the way his eyes are shut, the way his lips are in a circle as he breathes steadily. 

“Ben,” you mumble, getting his attention, “Baby.”

“Y-Yeah?” He gulps, his throat dry as he breathes heavily at the pleasure still coursing through him. He’s close. So close. In fact, so ready to just fucking unload inside of you that it’s paining him to slow down.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing... N-Nothing.” He shakes his head, still not opening his eyes.

“Ben, c’mon.” You press on, feeling something’s off.

“I just - I don’t want to... you know... before you do.” He admits, his cheeks burning red as he looks down at you, your perfect body, your raw lips, your pretty tits.

Smiling, you give him the fondest look ever before pressing your lips against his. “Baby, cum whenever you want, I’m sure I won’t be far behind.”

Bens cock twitches, aching to be pumping in and out of you once again. Slowly, he begins grinding against you and you let out a long, high moan, your face contorting in pleasure. You follow his movements, lifting up and pushing down on his dick. When you tug his hair again, Ben lets out a deep moan while pushing into you. “Fuck.” He grunts, “You drive me insane, you feel so good.” The sound of Ben moaning into your ear sparks something in you, doubling your pleasure as you watch his face while pulling onto his hair yet again. His hips snap up into yours and you groan, the inner corners of your eyebrows lifting as you close your eyes. “Oh, shit.” He whispers, so close to losing himself in all this. 

One of his hands moves from your hips back to your folds, running up and down. Ben smirks when he reaches that certain spot that makes your legs jolt and you can’t help but let out a loud moan, making Ben’s eyes widen slightly. He can’t help but look at you and imagine all the places that he could come on. At this moment, he imagines spilling his seed onto your lips, your chest, imagines it running down your smooth skin and onto the leather seat. He can’t handle it any longer.

He whimpers when you kiss him forcefully, hungrily pushing your lips against his as if he’s your oxygen. Bens hands move to his cock and he pulls it out of you, looking up at you as he begins stroking it quickly. With another hand, he presses his fingers to your clit and begins finishing himself off with the same pace that he pleasures you with. You and Ben both have your eyes closed as you share this moment of bliss, this moment filled with moans and hair pulling and kissing and one final breath sucked in before - 

“Y/N, oh Y/N, baby!” He grunts, watching with half-closed eyes as his white cum ejects onto your chest between your tits.

His finger pressed down on your harder and you squeeze your eyes shut, throwing your head back as you release one last moan, calling out his name loudly, “Ben! Oh, oh! Ben!”

Then he becomes limp on the chair, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. And all you can do is fall against him, trying to control your own breathing that has become erratic. His finger is still on your clit, rubbing slowly and gently as you press loving kisses along his neck.

Once the room is no longer filled with your breaths and praises toward one another, Ben reaches for his discarded shirt on the ground and wipes away his leftover cum from your precious body. He’s gentle, attentive, he watches your every move as he cleans you up. You sigh happily, sitting off his lap with a quiet moan as you search for your shirt to wear. Ben pulls his boxers back up, standing beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you,” he whispers, “I’m so blessed to know you.”

Smiling, you lean into his loving touch. “I love you too, Ben.” You respond, fitting your hand into his and leading him down the hall of the spacious ship.

“Where are you taking me?” He laughs, following along nevertheless.

“You said we’d cuddle!” You smile, leading him to your shared quarters and gesturing to the large bed. Ben looks to you with a crooked smile before jumping onto the bed, and you do the same before he finds his place in your safe arms. 

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Drowning in the Light (3/?)

Chapter 3: Reawakening

Summary: The reader is a Jedi Padawan training under Luke Skywalker and is best friends with one Ben Solo. Unfortunately, just as soon as we meet her, it seems that her whole life flips upside down. Will the dark side succeed in destroying everything she holds dear?

A/N: We're in the action now! Next chapter will feature a confrontation with the man formerly known as Ben Solo, as well as the introduction (finally! I know it's taken forever) of a Mister Poe Dameron. (plus the link to a spotify playlist for this series is also coming soon!) (apologies for spelling and grammar)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (slooooooow burn)

(Part 1) (Part 2) // (Part 4) (Part 5)

playlist for this series can be found here. you can also read this series on ao3.

“Chewie. We’re home.” Han says with a grin as the three of you walk through, onto the ship you’d just captured -- sorry, Han’s ship that you’d just rightfully taken back.

You couldn’t help but smile along with Han as you looked around, after years of Han and Chewie telling you stories about the Millenium Falcon and the “glory days” you were excited to finally see it yourself. Although the longer you looked around the more you realized that they had been even more hyperbolic than usual. The Falcon’s vintage, but she’d certainly seen better years.

You open your mouth to say something when you hear a noise and are quick to follow it to one of the grates in the floor. You and Chewie pulled it open only to see a girl, a boy, and a droid staring back up at you.

“Where are the others? Where’s the pilot?” Han asks the pair as you help pull them out of the crawl space.

“I’m the pilot,” The girl replied quickly.

Han and Chewie shared a look of disbelief. The two humans looked like they were about your age, but you could tell they had no idea what they were doing, just the two of them on a ship like this? You weren’t buying it either.

“No, it’s true, we’re the only ones on board,” The guy added.

Han looked them over before sighing, “Where’d you get this ship?”

“Niima outpost,” The girl responds quickly.

“Jakku? That junkyard?” Han asks in disbelief, “Told you we should’ve double-checked the western reaches. Who had it? Dukain?”

“I stole it, Unnkar Plutt, he stole it from the Irving boys who stole it from Dukain.”

“Who stole it from me! Well, you tell him Han Solo just stole back the Millennium Falcon for good,” Han tells her with a smug grin.

“This is the Millennium Falcon? You're Han Solo?” the girl asked with wide eyes.

Han’s face clouds over slightly, “I used to be.”

“Han Solo? The Rebellion General?” the guy asks as he turns to look at you curiously. You just shrug your shoulders in response.

“No, the smuggler!” his companion protests.

“Wasn't he a war hero?!” The man asks as he turns to you and Chewie.

"Yeah, I guess, kinda..." Chewie roars.

“Barely,” You add with a scoff.

You were all but ready to throw them in a pod when the pair drops a bomb.

“Wait! No -- we need your help!” She pleads

“Our help?” Han asks.

“This droid has to get to the Resistance base as soon as possible!” You look up at the girl curiously. What information could be so important that the resistance would need this desperately?

“He's carrying a map to Luke Skywalker.” The guy tells you.

You and Han both stop dead in your tracks as you glance over at each other. There was no way… right?

“You are the Han Solo that fought with the Rebellion. You knew him.” The guy offers as he looks past you, right at Han. You feel bad for him, sure he was your master, but he was Han’s best friend, his brother. You’d never actually talked about it, about what happened, Han never asked, and you’d never offered up that information. You’d both left your pasts behind the day he’d taken you along. And you had no intention of going back.

“Yeah, I knew him. I knew Luke,” Han tells the pair, a faraway look in his eyes.

Before you could ask any more questions you were all interrupted by a loud clunking coming from your cargo docks.

“Don't tell me a Rathtar's gotten loose.”

“Wait -- a what?! Did you just say Rathtars? Hey!”

You and the others all exit the ship and quickly move towards one of the control panels. But before you can try to get a handle on the Rathtar situation you see a ship docking.

“Oh great. It's the Guavian Death Gang -- they must've tracked us from Nantoon.”

You huff, “I told you we should’ve-”

“What's a Rathtar?” The girl asks you as one of the other screens shows a large tentacle dragging its way through another part of the ship.  

“They're big and dangerous…”

“Y'ever heard of the Trillia Massacre?!” Her companion asks, clearly concerned with the dangerous turn the current situation had taken.

“No.” She replies.

“Good.”

You quickly get the pair back below deck where they won’t be seen, keeping the BB droid up above with you. You knew this was gonna get ugly.

“Han Solo. You are a dead man.” Bala-Tik says as he stares you all down. Han smiles innocently. The droid at your feet looks back and forth between the gang and Han nervously.

“Bala-Tik. What's the problem?” Han asks innocently

“The problem is we loaned you fifty thousand for this job.” “I heard you also borrowed fifty thousand from Kanjiklub.”

“I never made a deal with Kanjiklub!”

“Tell that to Kanjiklub.”

You hear the familiar sound of a portal opening and you watch the life drain out of Han’s face as the Kanjiklub members appear on the other side of the corridor. Han smiles uncomfortably at the Kanjiklub members.

“It's over for you.”

Tasu cocks his weapon, everyone’s here for blood. The droid beeps nervously at your feet.

You put your hands up in surrender, “Boys, please, you're both gonna get what we promised! Have we ever not delivered for you before?”

“Yes,” Bala-Tik replies at the same time that Tasu growls, “Twice!”

“Nowhere left for you to hide. You and your little girlfriend are gonna have to pay.”

You gulp and glance over at Han, your plan to talk your way out of this wasn’t going to plan, and you’d already been cornered.

“That BB unit... the First Order is looking for one just like it. And two fugitives,” Bala comments as he looks at the droid cowering behind your legs curiously.

“First I've heard of it,” Han says with a noncommittal shrug as you try to figure out what kind of mess you’ve managed to get yourselves mixed up in.

But before anyone can move again there’s an angry growl as the once semi-contained Rathtars hurtle out of their corner of the ship and directly at the Guavian Death Gang.

Once the Rathtars are loose everything happens so quickly you can’t quite process it. You manage to lose both gangs (thanks to the Rathars which you’re pretty sure ate all of them) and get out of there alive with the others.

--

“You know, just once I’d like someone to assume I’m your daughter,” You huff as you and Han pull Chewie up the ram and into the Falcon.

“You’re telling me, kid.”

“Please, you come off great,” You reply with a dismissive pfft, “Like you could get with a young, hot-”

“You and the boy bandage Chewie up,” Han instructs as he moves on to the cockpit.

“So who are you exactly?” You ask the man as you motion for him to hold down Chewie as you bandage up his wound.

“My name is Finn,” He replies, “I’m with the resistance.”

You chuckle slightly at his horrible lie, “No you’re not, I know the resistance, maybe the girl’s naive enough to believe you-”

“Rey-”

“Well Finn, you and Rey are going to be in a lot more trouble when people figure out you’re not who you say you are,” You tell him before pressing down on Chewie’s wound, hard, causing him to howl in pain.

“I-I just-”

“Well you should start with telling the truth, where’d you find the droid?”

“I was with a resistance pilot, it’s his droid, we were going to look for it when I found BB-8 with Rey. We really do need to get it back to the resistance.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out, Maz will get the droid to General Organa and then we can go back to our own lives,” You tell Finn with a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry.”

--

“Han Solo! And (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” Maz shouts when your group enters the cantina. It’s packed, yet the entire place goes silent at the mention of your names. Shit.

“Oh boy,” Han mutters under his breath as you both smile at Maz.

“Hiya Maz,” You say with a smile as you hug the woman in front of you, “It’s good to see you.”

“Yes, yes, I assume you’re here on business,” She comments as she looks at the others curiously, “Well come! Sit!”

--

“A map to Skywalker himself? You’re right back in the mess,” Maz says with a cheeky smile. After you and Han explain your situation to her. About how you found Finn, Rey, and the droid.

“Maz, I need you to get this droid to Leia,” Han explained.

“Hmm. No. You've been running away from this fight for too long. Han, (Y/N), nyakee nago wadda. Go home! Both of you!” She shouts at you.

Han sighed and shook his head, “Leia doesn't want to see me.”

As the others continue to argue with Maz you tune out of the conversation.

As everyone breaks off you’re left sitting at the table with Maz. She stares at you intently as you sigh and try to think of something you can say to distract her from what you know she wants to ask you about.

“The place looks great Maz, really-” But stop dead in your tracks when you feel it. The force, pulling you down beneath the trading post. Master Skywalker’s Lightsaber.

Before you can stop yourself. Before you can remind yourself that you left that life behind you, you’re standing up and walking through the crowd.

“Rey? Are you...” You ask cautiously as you walk up to her. But she just mumbles something of an apology to Maz and pushes the lightsaber into her hands before running off, the droid close behind her.

“You can’t keep running from your destiny, my dear, you need to help her,” Maz tells you. Just as vague and mysterious as per usual.

“The girl -- Rey-- she’s…” You stammer out as you try to organize your thoughts. Realizing your suspicions from when you first met her were right. You thought you’d felt something, like the force pulling you towards her, but you were so out of practice, so removed from everything, that you hadn’t been sure.

“She’s like you,” Maz replies as she takes your hand, confirming your suspicions, you’d been able to feel something when you boarded the Falcon, something you hadn’t felt since your time training, “Just as powerful, but without your training.”

“Go to her. Help her, she’s going to need you now more than ever,” Maz urged you as you nodded grimly and took off after the younger woman.

But you didn’t get very far. As you stood in the doorway of the outpost and scanned the tree line for a hint of where the girl and the droid had run off to you were shocked by a large shock of blood-red light streaming across the horizon.

You watched in horror, along with the growing crowd as the beams of light flew across the sky. You felt a sharp pain in your core as they made an impact.

“Maz…” You didn’t even have to finish the sentence for her to know what you wanted to ask.

“The Hosnian System, my dear.” She replies sadly as she looks up at you.

“Oh my god.” You felt the life drain out of you at that moment. Your parents. You can’t look away from the sky, you can’t move, even as you hear the sound of ships approaching.

#drowning in the light #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars imagine #star wars imagines #han solo #chewbacca #finn star wars #rey skywalker #poe dameron x reader #i feel bad tagging the relationship when it's gonna take 5ever to get them actually being a thing but oh well

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

So it’s May 4th and I thought I’d post this as a little introduction to my new fic.

Fractured

Hidden Jedi!Ben Solo x Smuggler!Female Reader

You were an orphan, abandoned on the freezing surface of Kijimi at a young age to fight your way through life. You were picked up by a smuggling ring and they taught you everything you knew, giving you the skills to survive in the cruellest parts of the Galaxy. You quickly became the best, you picked up a crew and finally purchased your own ship. You did jobs for anyone who paid well, you even took a job for the Resistance dropping you right in the path of Ben Solo. He annoyed you, aggravated you, stirring up feelings you had long buried after the love of your life had been killed by the First Order. Falling in love was not on your list of priorities but it was so easy to fall in love with Ben Solo, even with his past. A past that comes to consume him.

Warnings: Mention of gambling, brief tiny mention of drugs, drinking, swearing, there’s only one bed. Not this chapter but the fic will be 18+

Word count: 5044

Read the prelude here on AO3.

Tag list: @autumnleaves1991-blog @a-bang-for-your-bucky @greenygreenland

I CANT remember if anyone else wanted tagging for this! I will have to have a scroll and a look but please DM me or I could just get my shit together and sort out a proper tag list thing.

#star wars #Ben Solo x Female Reader #hidden Jedi!ben Solo #smuggler!reader #Ben solo x Reader #Ben solo x you #Star Wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #Fractured #my writing #mylifeisactuallyamess

[steves-on-a-plane]

Destiny Disputed

Words: 2216 Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader Timeline: Pre-Episode VII AU Summary: Ben takes Reader on what they think is a joy ride to an outer rim planet. What Reader quickly finds out is that Ben has come to Tatooine in an attempt to define himself and his place in the force.

“Hold on tight, we’re going in for the landing.” The young pilot behind the yolk of a borrowed tandem x-wing you were riding in told you. His voice came in slightly static through your headset. You looked through the viewport trying to see the planet below. “It’s going to take a while before you see anything good.” He told you as if reading your mind.

“Well, it’s Tatooine, so I won’t see anything good until we leave.” You insisted. “But I never get tired of seeing planets from this high up.” You smiled.

“I used to think that too.” He laughed. “But the magic wears off after a while.”

“I just realized that other than your uncle, who we see every day, you never talk about your family. Did you travel a lot as a kid?” You wondered.

“My mother is in government and my father is the captain of a freighter.” He told you. “So, there was a little bit here and there.”

“A captain?” You commented, clearly impressed. “Is that where you learned to fly?” The curved sandy surface of the planet below finally came into view as the X-wing continued to descend towards Tatooine.

“You could say it’s in my blood.” He answered back. “My Uncle always dreamed of being a pilot. I’m told my grandfather was a pilot too. I’ve been flying as long as I can remember.”

“You have quite the legacy to live up to, Ben.” You told him.

“Yeah.” He scoffed. “Tell me about it.”

“How exactly did you talk Master Luke into letting you borrow this X-Wing anyway?” You asked.

“Right, about that…” His sentence trailed off.

Once the X-Wing was landed and secure at Docking Bay 42, You followed Ben to the crowded streets of Mos Eisley Spaceport. They weren’t streets in the sense that you were used to. They were more like dusty pathways with no clear flow of traffic. Only a few steps off the ship and you were already grieving it’s temperature control settings. The planet of Tatooine was hot, dry, and full of sand.

“What exactly is so important here that you had to steal an X-wing for?” You found yourself coughing violently as flecks of sand managed to find their way into your lungs. Ben rolled his eyes at you.

“Wear this.” Without giving you a change to protest, he wrapped a thin piece of linen cloth in such a way that your mouth and nose were covered. “It protects you from the sand.” He explained impatiently. “And I didn’t steal the X-wing. We’re going to bring it back.”

“You’re still not answering my question.” You remarked. “What’s so special about this place? Other than the fact that it’s a miracle any life forms can survive on it at all.”

“C’mere.” He grasped your hand and tugged your off the street. The two of you were wedged together between two Tatooineian Clay buildings. You hadn’t thought the dual sun planet could feel any hotter, but with your chest pressed against Ben’s, you could feel his every breath on your exposed skin.

“I never tell anyone this. I don’t want the others to make fun of me. Can you keep a secret?” You nodded. “My mother is Leia Organa-Solo. She was the princess of Alderaan. Her husband is Han Solo.”

“As in General Leia Organa Solo?” You repeated.

“Yes, not so loud!” He covered your mouth with his hand. Maybe it was the heat but pressed between him and the building with one of his hands holding yours the other covering your mouth, it was almost romantic. Definitely the heat. You decided. “We can’t be overheard talking about them here, do you understand?” You nodded. He nodded back, removing his hand.

“I don’t understand, you tell everyone your name is Ben Skywalker. Why would you do that?” You questioned in a whisper.

“I couldn’t avoid being Luke Skywalker’s nephew. The others would sense some type of familial bond through the force, but they didn’t need to know about my parents. I want to forge my own destiny. I don’t want to be known as the general’s son, or the smuggler’s son. I just want to be me. You can understand that can’t you?”

“I-I…” You looked into his brown eyes. You could feel the weight of what he was saying. You could feel it in his body language and in the force. You could feel how it had burdened him all this time. How he was pleading with you now to understand him. You were proud of where you came from. Your father was a respectable trader and your mother, who had been a pilot in the rebellion, now worked transport jobs for the republic. She’d even met Leia Organa once or twice and had nothing but kind things to say about the general.

“What’s on Tatooine, Ben?” You asked him again.

“Ghosts.” He whispered. “And we’re going to see them all.” He tugged you out of the ally and towards a land speeder rental.

“You said before that I have a lot to live up to.” Ben recalled your earlier conversation. “Everyone in my family was once a nobody.”

“Everybody is somebody, Ben.” You disagreed.

“Not in the outer rim.” He shook his head. He stopped the speeder. It appeared you were hovering inside abandoned ruins of some sort of colosseum. “When my grandfather was a child, before he was a jedi, he was a slave; a nothing. Where we are now was once the starting point for the Boota Eve Classic. A podrace. A pod race that my grandfather won, his winnings were used to repair the ship of a jedi master named Qui Gon Jin who helped him escape this place. Without pod racing, he never escapes Tatooine, he never becomes a Jedi, he never becomes Darth Vader.”

“There’s no way to know that for sure.” You disagreed. “Master Skywalker says…”

“Master Skywalker.” Ben offered a grunt of contempt.

“Is it Master Skywalker or his teachings that you don’t like?” You asked over the hum of the landspeeder. Ben was already steering the vehicle away from the forgotten racetrack towards another part of the planet.

“What I don’t like are his philosophies.” Ben hissed. You watched his grip on the landspeeder’s yolk tighten. “My father is the sort of man who believes a person makes their own destiny. Uncle Luke thinks all things are determined by The Force. That our destiny isn’t fully within our control. I suppose my mother is somewhere in between, though her opinion was rarely asked about while the two of them debated at the dinner table.”

“So which do you believe? That our choices all mean nothing or that they mean everything?” You watched his brows furrow together. He scowled into the skyline.

“That’s what we’re here to find out.” You traveled in silence for serval miles. You wondered how Ben could so easily navigate the planet. To you Tatooine seems to be nothing but sand for parsecs and parsecs. He navigated the terrain as if he’d spend all of his youngling years there. You supposed it was possible he could have. He’d already admitted to lying about who he was once. You began to wonder if you really knew him at all.

The landspeeder seemed to stop suddenly. You glanced around looking for any type of landmark. Ben reached over and tilted your chin with his forefinger and thumb. He pointed out to the horizon. If you squinted, you could just make out the signature dome shape of a moisture farmhouse. You knew from the stories he shared around the temple that Master Luke had grown up on a moisture farm.

“Is that…” You started to ask Ben.

“Not exactly. Like the legends say, the majority of it was burned down the day my uncle left the planet, but it’s the same land the family farm was on.” Ben nodded solemnly. “The family farm where my great grandmother lived and my uncle lived and where my great uncle died. Did anyone ever tell you who I was named after?”

“Until a few hours ago I’d thought your last name was Skywalker.” You reminded him. “How do I even know your name is Ben?” You turned in your seat and looked at him. You waited for a response.

“I deserve that.” He laughed. “I am named after Uncle Luke’s mentor. A jedi named Obi Wan Kenobi. The people in the area knew him as Old Ben. He lived here for eighteen years here keeping an eye on Luke. Trying to protect him from my grandfather.”

“How exactly is this helping you with your moral dilemma?” You interrupted him. Both Ben and his uncle had an affinity for dramatic story telling. Normally you enjoyed that sort of thing. There wasn’t much entertainment at the temple. Being in the vast openness there in the broiling land speeder, however, had taken away your usual appreciation for grandiose speeches.

“How is it possible that so many people’s stories can be intricately intertwined here, on this one planet?” He didn’t wait for you to answer before asking another question. “How can so many lives start and end here and it mean nothing? Obi Wan brings a baby Luke Skywalker here to this broiling hellscape while his sister is sent to live in the utopia that was Alderaan. What if instead they’re switched? If Luke becomes Luke Organa, prince of Alderaan, does he still grow up dreaming of becoming a pilot and discovering life somewhere else? If Leia Skywalker spends her life here, does she still become the great general who openly defies Darth Vader and helps get the Death Star plans to the rebellion? We have one more stop on our tour.”

The landspeeder gave a sudden jerk forward and you began to move away from the moisture farm and back towards the closest thing to pass for civilization on Tatooine. It was in that moment that you sensed it for the first time. You weren’t sure how you’d missed it for so long. You’d known Ben most of your life after all. Sure, he’d been quiet and mostly kept to himself, but you’d always considered him a friend.

You’d always known he was powerful. That was the burden of the Skywalker legacy. He’d always learned things faster than others and you assumed it was because of his bond with Master Luke or maybe that he’d received additional training on the side. Despite being good friends for years, you realized you’d never been truly alone with Ben. The sheer vastness of Tatooine meant it were just the two of you alone, no other lifeforms for miles.

Your fight or flight response told you to be afraid. You felt yourself stiffen, as if even the slightest muscle twitch would put you in danger. You fought to gather yourself and shake the feeling away. Surely it was the unfamiliar planet that had given you a scare. Maybe all of Ben’s talks of ghosts had put something in your head. Deep down though you knew, the darkness that you were sensing was coming from Ben.

“You’re afraid of me.” He stated. “There’s no sense in lying. I can sense it in you.”

“No.” You told him quietly, your voice barely audible over the speeder’s hum. It was the truth. Ben had been nothing but kind to you, you had no reason to be afraid of him. It was the darkness you were afraid of. You wondered if it scared him too. Had it been the allure of the darkside that had brought him all the way to Tatooine?

“My uncle is.” Ben told you. In the distance the outskirts of Mos Eisley were visible at last. You no longer cared about making it back to the spaceport. “He’s worried I’m too much like Vader. That I won’t be able to fight it.”

“What do you think?” You asked.

“That he doesn’t know me at all.” Ben answered. “That if he knew I had something worth fighting for, he’d understand why I wasn’t really tempted by the dark side.”

“What’s that? The something you’re fighting for?” You questioned.

“You don’t already know?” He stopped the landspeeder a mile from the very edge of Mos Eisley. He turned to look at you. You met his gaze with your own. “My father once said that a man doesn’t get where he’s going alone. You get as far as you can on your own, but sooner or later you need at least one good partner to walk beside. Someone to co-pilot when you just can’t seem to make it that final stretch of the journey. There’s a cantina in town, the same one my father met Uncle Luke and Old Ben at for the first time. You’ll know it’s the right place when you hear a blith band that playing incessant Jatz music. After an hour, if you’re not there, we’ll meet back at the ship, I’ll take you to the temple and we’ll never speak a word of it again.”

“What sort of a co-pilot would I be, if I even got out of the speeder?” You asked reaching for his hand. “You won’t get rid of me that easily, Ben. I’ve got you.” You promised.

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