#Padawan!ben solo x Padawan!reader

[kowaiitenshii]

[Wish We Never Met]

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader 

Plot Summary: You haven’t seen Kylo Ren since he destroyed the Jedi academy you both called home in your youth, and you want nothing more than to forget about him. That doesn’t stop him from reaching out. 

Warnings: Kidnapping. Kylo is his own warning. Angst? 

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hello again everyone! This oneshot is the product of a betrayal prompt from a good friend of mine! If this does well and people enjoy it, I will be open to prompts and requests and if the demand is high enough, I may even write a part 2 for this. Thank you so much for all the love on Sunkiller Lullaby again as well!! Please enjoy! 

A perfectly clear night on Ossus, a rare meteor shower had been forecasted that night, and you didn’t dare to miss it.

You and your best friend, Ben Solo, had snuck out against your Master’s wishes to watch the shower together. 

It was once in a lifetime, after all. 

You couldn’t have thought of a better person to sneak out with, you’d known him since you were just ten years old; not that you had many other friends in the academy regardless. 

The two of you never quite fit in with the other padawan learners, having earned reputations for being too reckless, too quick to anger, too ready for a fight. But you found solace in one another, always sparring, studying, or shirking off your responsibilities to go on some ill-advised adventure together. 

As the two of you grew, as did your fondness for one another. Master Luke began separating you more and more, fearing that you would build ties too strong to sever. 

Attachment, of course, was strictly forbidden. 

But that did little to stop you from stealing away to see the person whom you were closest with in the entire world whenever you could.

The two of you laughed like the foolish teenagers you were as you ran through the lush green field littered with wildflowers together hand-in-hand, searching for the perfect spot to watch the show.

Cresting the top of the hill, Ben suddenly dropped  to the ground, pulling you along with him as you tumbled down through the long grass. As you came to a stop, landing on top of him at the bottom of the hill, you playfully punched him in the arm. 

“You really ought to be more careful Ben! We could have gotten hurt!” you scolded him, still laughing like mad. 

“You know I wouldn’t let that happen!” he reassures you, laughing back at you as you shift off of him and take a seat next to him in the tall grass. 

The two of you spent a long time in comfortable silence, watching the meteors shoot over your heads. It was an awe-inspiring sight, countless comets of every colour followed by their glowing tails lighting up the entire sky above. It truly was beautiful, and you were still unsure if you’ve seen such beauty since. 

You spent hours just watching, enchanted by the ethereal lightshow. 

That is, until you looked towards Ben, and instead of watching the beauty of the stars, he was watching you. 

Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart swelled in an unfamiliar way as you looked at him, realising in that moment that he had grown up, no longer the awkward, lanky boy you knew as a child. 

His eyes sparkled innocently in the dim light, reflecting the colours of the stars. His lips were pink and parted, as if to ask something that was caught just on the tip of his tongue. His long raven hair blew in the gentle breeze, tousled by your tumble down the hill. 

For a split second, you envisioned running your fingers carefully through his soft locks to fix it for him before forcing yourself to look away. 

Cheeks hot and heart thumping in your chest, you tried to remind yourself of the rules of the Jedi you so desperately tried to uphold. You knew attachment was wrong, and love could only serve to destroy you. And yet, the idea of a life lived without ever knowing love, that kind of love, left a hole in your heart that ached for it. 

Clenching your fists so tightly your nails dug into the palms of your hands and closing your eyes, you tried your hardest to push your feelings down, to bottle them up and seal them away. 

The gentle feeling of Ben carefully, almost sheepishly placing a large hand to your left cheek and turning you to face him snapped you out of your quiet rumination. The sensation of his touch was warm and tingling, spreading goosebumps across your skin like wildfire. 

Your eyes met again, Ben measuring your reaction, looking hesitantly from your eyes to your lips and back again, as if he too could sense what you were feeling. 

Given the tender, vulnerable expression that spread across his countenance, you knew that he could. The rough pad of his thumb ghosted over your cheekbone, your skin feeling electrified as he touched it, the energies between you rich and palpable. 

“(Y/N)...” He whispered your name like a prayer. 

Before he could speak again, you would take his face between your hands, crashing your lips into his in a moment of reckless abandon. 

They’re soft and wet, the feeling of the kiss itself and the mixing of energies setting you both on fire. 

You lose yourself in it, all teeth and tongue and burning desire, kissing him over and over again. 

Ben is just about to lay you down right there, in the soft grass beneath the stars, before you force yourself to pull away. Sitting up pin straight and wiping the spit away from your lips, you were too ashamed to even look back at him. 

The world goes black. 

The next scene that plays is the one that has torn you apart for years. 

Standing before the devastated Jedi academy you called home for nearly your entire life, you watched as it burned to ash. Tears flowed in rivers down your cheeks as you sobbed in agony of all that was lost, all because of the boy you loved. 

Falling to your knees, Ben’s name tore its way out of your throat in a grief-stricken scream.

Eyes flying open, you jolt upright in bed. 

You’re then hit by the same cold realisation that it was all a dream, as you are every time you have that dream. Although, you suppose it's more of a recollection than a dream. 

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you groan groggily as you spot the familiar silhouette of a man’s astral body across the room. 

“Ugh… Go away Kylo.” you moan, already becoming annoyed. 

Even if he wasn’t there physically, seeing him through the force hurt all the same. 

“You know I can’t, even if I wanted to.” he replies matter-of-factly, and you know it to be true. Whatever unseen force it is that binds you to each other, neither of you could control it. 

He haunts you like a ghost, torturing your very soul every time you would connect unannounced. His presence tonight is especially wounding, having been freshly reminded of the feelings you held for him despite everything. 

Throwing your covers off, you annoyedly begin to stoke the small fire pit in the centre of your hut, doing your best to ignore Kylo’s dark and magnetic presence looming in the shadows. 

“Where are you?” he asks abruptly, looking around the room and searching for any indicators of your location. 

You roll your eyes, finally looking in his face. His eyes are locked on you as he stands in the darkness of the room, the light of the flames illuminating his features. 

He’s every bit as handsome as you remember, all doe eyes and plump lips and strong nose. 

He’s gotten taller, and bulkier in terms of muscle than you remember, no doubt enhanced by his new training. Your heart strings tug painfully in your chest, and you remember why you avoid looking at him when this happens. 

“You know I can’t answer that.” you whisper solemnly in reply. 

“Why not?” he snaps back instantly.

“You know exactly why, Kylo Ren.” you sigh in irritation, spitting his name at him as if it tastes foul. You throw another log into the fire before standing and turning around, crossing your arms and doing your best to shut him out as your anger and frustrations build. 

“It would be so much easier if you would stop hiding, if you would just join me.” He continues, ignoring the vitriol in your tone and trying to coax the answer out of you. 

“I’m not hiding, Kylo. You just can’t find me. There’s a difference.” you scoff back at him, vaguely pleased when you hear him let out his own irritated sigh. 

You’ve been through this hundreds of times, your answers and his questions never changing. Everytime you speak to him, everytime you look at him, the void in your chest that calls to him grows wider. And with great pain every time, you deny him.

It’s torture, the purest form you could imagine. 

“You called to me. In your dream. I heard it.” he asserts in a gentler tone, as if it would change anything. You dig your nails into the skin of your arms in an attempt to temper the rage bubbling up inside of you. 

“I’m tired of fighting Kylo.” you sigh. “Can’t you see that? That’s why I’m here, in a hut in the fucking jungle.” you spit, an edge of hurt in your tone that you pray he doesn’t hear.

“Then why won’t you just come to me?” He tries desperately to persuade you. “I will take care of anything, everything you need. It could be so simple if you would just-” he starts on the same tirade that he starts every time you see each other. 

The fresh pain of the memories, the aching of your heart at seeing him, listening to the same argument; it’s finally all too much. The dam you’ve built to withhold your emotions finally breaks, your hurt finally overflowing as you spin on your heel to face him, screaming out the truth as you cut him off. 

“Because I love you, Ben! Because I love you, and you’ve destroyed everything else I’ve ever cared about! And I hate myself for it!” you bark at him through gritted teeth, hot tears welling up in your eyes and threatening to spill over.  

His brow furrows in frustration and shock as he yells back at you.

 “You know that isn’t the truth! I didn’t-” 

Clutching the sides of your head in frustration, you continue screaming, cutting him off once more. 

“Everyday I wake up and I’m forced back into the hell that is the realisation that this is my reality!” you gesture feverishly around the humble, run down hut in which you both stand, then between the two of you. “This is my reality, and I will never forgive you for it Ben.” your voice breaks, your anger spent and only leaving you with aching despair as the tears finally begin to fall. 

“I loved you, I really loved you.” you choke out between cries, the growing lump in your throat making it hard to speak. 

For once he’s silent, saying nothing as he looks upon you with widened eyes. 

He’s visibly taken aback, and the realisation finally hits you that you just admitted your love to him, and that you hadn’t called him by his name, his true name, since the incident that ripped you away from each other. 

He turns away from you, hiding the tears welling in his own eyes. 

“I don’t need your forgiveness.” he whispers, and you take one last look at him before he promptly vanishes. 

Left alone in the crippling emptiness of the hut you call home, you fall to your knees under the crippling weight of your sorrow, wracked with anguished sobs. 

Elsewhere in the galaxy, Kylo Ren wipes the stray tears from his face and steels his nerves, before throwing on his cloak and helmet. 

He could feel your presence even more acutely in the force now, the bond strengthened by your heated confession. It was certainly not one he had expected, but he had no doubt now that he would track you down.

All he would have to do is follow your signature. 

Your words were all the confirmation he needed as he stormed out of his personal quarters to gather a fleet, barking the orders to gather his knights at a commanding officer. 

If you refused to give yourself willingly to him, he would just have to take you. 

The next morning, you awaken suddenly to the sound of Stormtroopers blowing the door clean off of your hut. 

In an instant you leap to your feet, ready to defend yourself from any danger. Time moves in slow motion as you look out the door, the mass of troopers, fronted by the Knights of Ren  parting like the fabled red sea. 

Blood running cold, your heart drops to your feet as you lay eyes upon their leader who moves to the forefront, Kylo Ren.

You’re stricken with the awful, ice-cold revelation that he had used your bond in the force against you. 

It lead him right to you. 

Frantically turning to reach for a weapon, you’re cut short as a blaster hits you with a stun ray, rendering you unconscious. 

Your body falling to the floor with a soft thud, Kylo Ren strides over to where your body lay crumpled, just within the doorway, sighing regretfully. Crouching over you, he frowns as he softly brushes a lock of hair out of your face.

“It could have been so much easier.” he whispers like an apology, before carefully scooping you into his arms.

He takes a moment to look at you, admiring the beauty of his prize before carrying you onto his ship.

[aurora-starwars]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- STAR WARS ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

✧.* Ahsoka Tano ✧.*

╰┈➤Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Pairing: Ahsoka x reader Summary: Ahsoka and reader talk on the roof of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Obi-wan padawan reader, Clone Wars Era, fluff and angst if you squint Word Count: 1066

╰┈➤Jealousy Is The Fear Of Comparison

Pairing: Ahsoka x fem!reader Summary: Ahsoka gets jealous and ends ups confessing to reader Word Count: 2281

╰┈➤Be Honest In Your Heart

Pairing: Ahsoka x fem!Jedi!reader Summary: While on mission, Ahsoka and reader have to pretend to be a fake couple. Word Count: 1.5k

╰┈➤Being Ahsoka’s Secret Bubbly Girlfriend Hcs

Pairing: Ahsoka Tano x fem!reader

╰┈➤ Peaceful

Pairing: Padawan!Ahsoka x Padawan!fem!reader Summary: Reader meditates with a frustrated Ahsoka and helps her connect with the Force again Word Count: 1.1k

╰┈➤To Seek Something Is To Believe In Its Possibility

Pairing: Padawan!Ahsoka x Padawan!fem!reader Summary: When Ahsoka’s crush on Reader becomes a problem, she is determined to fix it. That doesn’t mean the Clones won’t chime in with their advice… Word Count: 3.6k

✧.* Anakin Skywalker ✧.*

╰┈➤ A Loving Heart Is The Truest Wisdom

Anakin x fem!reader Summary: When Anakin is escorting reader back to her planet after the battle of Geonosis, he gets a little self-conscious about his new prosthetic hand, luckily he has someone to comfort him. Word Count: 1k

╰┈➤Every Great Dream Begins With A Dreamer

Pairing: Anakin x fem!reader Summary: Anakin comes back from a mission and needs to confess to senator!reader Word Count: 1.1k

╰┈➤I’m So Proud Of You That It Makes Me Proud Of Me

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Padawan!reader (platonic) Summary: When reader figures out how to manipulate plants with the force, Anakin is beyond proud Word Count: 0.5k

╰┈➤The Look of Terror In Your Eyes

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader; Soulmate au!!!! Summary: Reader is one of padmé’s handmaidens, and while joining her on Mustafar, she finds a familiar pair of eyes. Eyes that shouldn’t be as red as they are… Word Count: 2.6k

╰┈➤Sleep Is The Best Meditation

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!senator!reader Summary: reader has a hard time falling asleep, Anakin helps by talking with her Word Count: 1.2k

✧.* Padmé Amidala ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Bo-Katan Kryze ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Luke Skywalker ✧.*

╰┈➤ Life Grows Lovely Where You Are

Luke x fem!reader Summary: Luke and reader go on a date, where Luke reassures her that he loves her Word Count: 786

╰┈➤You Are Important, You Are Enough

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x fem!reader Summary: When Luke finds reader upset after being bullied after so many years, he tries to comfort her Word Count: 868

✧.* Din Djarin ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Rey Skywalker ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Kylo Ren/Ben Solo ✧.*

╰┈➤ Fear Is The Path To The Dark Side, Unless You’re Already There

Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader Summary: Kylo Ren and reader listen to a scary story that reader loves Word Count: 2.1k

╰┈➤ Old Friends Bring Up Old Feelings

Pairing: Kylo Ren x gn!Jedi!Mataya Summary: Kylo and Mataya, who were friends at the Jedi academy, reunite Word Count: 2k

[spectoris]

SPARRING PARTNERS | BEN SOLO

pairing: ben solo x gn!reader

contains: slight frenemies/implied enemies to lovers, canon typical violence

word count: 1.3k

Sparring is nearly a daily occurrence for the Padawans under Master Luke Skywalker. It is the time for young Jedi apprentices to test the waters of battle, unleashing their lightsabers that rest in small, shaky hands. For the elder Padwans who have fine tuned their skills for the past few years, it is almost playtime when Master Luke isn’t hovering over their shoulders. On the older end of the age spectrum, you understand the intricacies of sparring like the back of your hand. 

You remember when you used to dread the days of facing your fellow apprentices in mock battle, how your heart would speed up despite Master Luke’s firm, but reassuring direction. For a child, having the heat of lightsabers whiz past your skin, the concentrated, blank eyes of your opponent seering into yours, is something you wish to never experience. Sparring takes two clear, sharp minds. A distracted opponent leads to fatal flaws. Of course, Master Luke would never allow them—there would be a lightsaber thrown a few feet away before you realize the loosened grip of your sparring partner would’ve sent the hot blade slashing across your face.

Older and wiser, sparring hardly raises the tempo of your heart, nor your steady breathing. Like you in your youth, your younger opponents can barely conceal the nervous energy of the Force waving around their wandering minds. A bit of pity taints the emptiness of yours, but you remember what Master Luke has always advised. 

The rules to sparring: stay in your circle; do not harm your opponent with your weapon; and it is absolutely forbidden to use the Force in any way that violates Master Luke’s regulations. The darkness that fell upon the Jedi Temple when a Padawan, in a final effort to outdo his opponent, had raised his hand and choked his fellow apprentice, remains unforgotten. Every student hardly said a word during the week—the horror in Master Luke’s eyes spoke volume. 

You find sparring days to be the most enjoyable of all. Most of the time, you take the weight off Master Luke’s shoulders and assist the younger Padawans in their form and technique, making sure they do not strain too hard in using the Force. But, at the end of the day, you are a student, and you cannot teach to replace your training. This would be no issue if Ben Solo had not insist on taking you each time.

Ben Solo, the eldest of the Padawans, had formed a name for himself the past years. It was not the fact that he was a Skywalker through his mother, but how something about him had always seemed off as he got older. He had a knack for taking out his opponents with more strength than the rest could muster, and skills that would take several more months, even years, for the others to acquire.

Standing across from Ben in your circle, you maintain the perfect form for sparring. A strong, but flexible grip on your lightsaber, feet planted on the ground, steady breathing—all except the racing of your mind. Regardless of how the other Padawans hide whenever Ben enters the room, you find his domineering presence to be nothing more than an act. It’s how he wins each time, and (what you theorize to be) part of why he excels faster than the rest. He makes use of his time alone. It’s not that you fear Ben. You think he’s quite annoying, especially the constant scowl on his face.

Ben can sense each thought passing through your mind, and frankly, you couldn’t care less. These sparring sessions with him are meant to pass time. You find no joy in them, yet the inevitable nature of competition prompts your thirst for satisfaction by defeating Ben. The past few sparring sessions, you haven’t won; always a hairsbreadth away until he pulls a stunt that makes you look like a fool with a stick. 

You aren’t sure what’s worse; losing, or Ben’s blank face as he assists you from the ground and asks to spar again. Perhaps he enjoys that you aren’t an easy opponent, making victory even sweeter. The rest of the Padawans would forfeit before he could even sweat. You, however, make an effort to run him of his energy, yet he seems to have endless of it.

Once your thoughts have settled the best they can, an instinctual jolt in your nerves sends your lightsaber clashing against Ben’s. A handful of other Padawans have crowded around your circle, as they typically do. Their hisses and gasps match the sounds of your lightsabers as they continue to fight against one another. By now, you can partially anticipate Ben’s moves, how he likes to utilize his height and aim from above, to which you duck to the side, or when he prepares to hold out his hand to push you out of the circle with the Force, but your feet are planted firmly on the ground. Still, your agility struggles against Ben’s brute force.

One particular swing of his saber rattles the bones in your hands, loosening your grip. He takes the split second of diversion to knock you to a knee. A hard huff comes from your chest at the force of impact. The burning blade whizzes past your cheek, aimed at your neck.

“Do you yield?” is all Ben asks.

In response, you use the low level to your advantage, knocking him in the side. Ben grunts before he turns on his heel and continues to pursue you around the perimeter of the circle. You can only exert your strength until your head pounds against your skull with any little effort to wield the Force, and your grip grows increasingly weak around the hilt of your lightsaber. Eventually, your body yields against your mind’s will. 

The tip of Ben’s blade points at the base of your neck once again, tucked beneath your chin. Peering through the corner of your eye, you see the back of your heel is right on the edge of the drawn circle. It would only take a breath for you to be out.

“Do you yield?” he asks again.

With nothing left in your deck of cards, you say through gritted teeth, “I yield.”

The blade of Ben’s saber retracts back into the hilt, leaving behind the dense hull of metal. The crowd around your disperses back to their own sparring circles, some shaking their heads. Not in disappointment at you, but at the knowledge that Ben cannot be defeated lest he faces Master Luke himself.

Without the blade in your path, your head hangs to the floor as you catch your breath. The looming shadow of Ben’s figure blocks the rays of sun from entering your burning face. When you look up, his face is a mere inches from yours. Your body jolts at the sudden proximity. It’s more in Ben’s nature to walk away after a fight. He’s won—there’s no need for him to face his opponent again unless it is for another fight. You can’t read what’s swimming behind his dark eyes, nor pick up what’s in his head. He’s trained too much to let his thoughts slip into the open.

Without a word, Ben lifts your chin with his knuckle, treating the skin beneath as delicate. “I didn’t leave a mark, did I?” he asks lowly. He’s surely picked up the sudden quickening of your heart. 

“No,” you sigh. His sudden change in demeanor is frightening, but something else about it makes your heart race for a different reason. 

“I’m glad,” he says. Ben lets your head fall to its natural position again. “That wouldn’t have been good for either of us.”

Wordlessly, he stalks off. The burning of your cheeks adds to the cacophony of emotions swarming inside, amongst the heat blooming across your skin. You hate to think about it, but the thought seeps into the cracks of your mind like a dark toxin.

You’d like to spar with Ben again.

[lxstfathier]

Midnight Sky

Master! Luke Skywalker x Padawan! Reader

Summary: noticing a sudden change in your behavior, master Luke decides to have a private talk with you at night. But it turns out way different than expected.

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, mutual masturbation, age-gap, slight angst, Kylo being a bully.

A/N: this is not canon, i just wanted to have fun without worrying about timelines and all that. Luke is supposed to be in his late 40s and the reader in her early 20s, but you’re free to choose any age you want. Hope you all enjoy this!! 💗✨

Jedi training is hard. Specially when you’re a padawan under the wing of the one and only Luke Skywalker.

All of his students are expected to be perfect in every single aspect; from the impeccable robes, polished boots, well groomed hair, and clean lightsaber hilt, to the excellent behavior, calm and elegant in any situation, never faltering with fear or anger.

Everyone is just like that. Except you.

Ben Solo likes to mock you almost every single day for that reason, laughing at your shyness and weak combat skills. And you try you best to find a justification for it. Maybe it is because him, and all the other students, come from powerful families with a strong jedi bloodline, and you’re just a random girl from a far away planet who happened to be born force-sensitive for some weird reason.

Or maybe it’s because you’re not meant to be a jedi. Who knows, whatever it is, you can’t help but feel a little bit upset seeing all your classmates improving while you’ve been stuck in the same place for weeks.

That’s how you ended up here, sitting under a tree at lunch time like you always do, sharing a meal with Grogu, away from all the other loud teenagers around the bonfire who can’t stop laughing at their own stupid jokes. And if it wasn’t for the little green kid, you would feel completely alone.

But you’re really wrong if you think that Grogu is the only one who cares about you.

Master Luke has been watching you for a while, sensing your negative emotions and troubled thoughts, growing worried with that sudden change in your demeanor, thinking about what would be the best form to approach and help a young girl like you.

“Patu?” Grogu says, offering you the last roasted frog, pulling you away from the deepest corner of your mind.

“For me? oh, thank you so much Din Grogu, i appreciate it” you say with a smile, taking the little frog snack that is supposed to be only for him, but you put it in you mouth anyway, savoring the weird taste and crispy texture.

And you’re too into it that you don’t even notice Luke walking in your direction until a pair of black boots appears in your peripheral vision, scaring you slightly, feeling you heart beat faster as you lift up your gaze to look at your cloaked master.

Are you in trouble? you don’t think so, but before you can ask something he speaks first.

“I want you to meet me at midnight, by the pond. It’s not necessary to wear you robes or bring your lightsaber, i just want talk. Understood?”

Oh hell, you’re definitely in some trouble now.

“Yes, master” you answer, trying to stay calm as your mind overthinks all the possible scenarios. And after hearing those affirmative words, he turns around to go back with the rest, leaving you there with teary eyes.

You know that you’re not his best student, so you’re probably getting expelled from his Jedi Academy. Everything is ruined and your effort has been in vain. But you don’t want to upset Grogu and cry in front of him, so you do your best to hold your tears and fake a smile, letting him eat the rest of the food while you just sip on your drink.

After that, the evening goes fast, doing your usual routine of meditating alone, read on your holo-pad, take a quick shower and brush your teeth. Still with the horrible anxiety sensation in your chest.

When midnight finally comes, you just put on an oversized shirt and small shorts, adequate for the warm weather. Why would you care about wearing something nice if you’re getting kicked out anyway?.

So you get out of your room, walking under the moonlight, admiring all the pretty luminous insects flying above the grass as a way to distract yourself from your own nervousness.

Once you get to the pond, master Luke is already there, sitting on a fallen log. And you feel even more anxious than before, but you need to stay calm under any circumstance, remember?, so you take a deep breath, reuniting the courage to walk up to him.

“Take a seat, young padawan” he says, motioning for you to sit on the ground in front of him for a quick conversation.

You follow his orders, getting comfortable on the soft grass, playing nervously with your own sweaty hands until he finally decides to speak again.

“Do you know why i told you to come here?”

“To expel me out of the jedi academy? maybe?” You answer in a low voice, accepting your fate.

But he just smirks. Something he doesn’t do often.

“Why would i do such thing? you’re the best student here.”

For a moment you can’t believe what you just heard. He called you his best student. And you don’t know how you’re supposed to feel, your emotions are mixed, you’re happy but extremely doubtful at the same time.

Maybe he’s saying it out of pure pity. There’s no way that you’re the best when all the others have an excellent conduct and fierce combat skills that could put yours to shame.

“I don’t think so” you say, shaking your head. “I’m behind everyone else here. They all see me as an easy target, and Ben likes to remind me everyday that i’m too weak and fearful to deserve being trained by his uncle.”

Suddenly, that friendly smirk on his face disappears and a stern expression takes its place, noticing the way he clenches his jaw, along with a tightening of his gloved fist, clearly unpleased with the way his nephew has been treating you.

“Don’t listen to those teens. They’re still kids, they talk hurtful nonsense just for fun” Luke says, with his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward to make eye contact. “And they also have a lot to learn from me. All of them are reckless and aggressive most of the time, thinking that their worth is only found in how many combats they win. But not you. You’re different. You’re quiet and mindful, and that’s what makes you a great jedi. So please, don’t believe their words.”

Out of everything you thought he would tell you tonight, this definitely wasn’t it. And before you know it, a warm tear is rolling down your cheek.

You don’t know what to tell him. Perhaps you don’t need even need to, cause soon you feel him getting closer, with a big hand cradling your face as his thumb wipes the wet trail.

It’s weird. But you like it, you crave more, getting lost in his gentle touch and beautiful facial features illuminated by the pale moonlight, awakening some sort of new emotions in the depths of your soul.

“I want you to have this” he speaks again, this time offering you a rose gold lightsaber. “It belonged to my sister, princess Leia Organa.”

You’re hesitant about it, but you take it in your hands just to feel its heavy weight, cold in contrast with your skin, admiring the beautiful shiny hilt. All while wondering why would he want you to have such an important piece from his family.

One thing for sure is that, if everyone sees you using Leia’s lightsaber instead of your own, it’s going to cause jealousy, specially in Ben.

“Thanks, master. But i can’t accept it” you give it back to him, finally feeling brave enough to tell him what’s been going around your mind for days. “Actually, i think i would like to take a break from my jedi training, at least for a few months.”

Luke never thought he would hear those word come out of your pretty lips, even less after seeing you so worried thinking about getting expelled. But he understands you, better than anyone. His training can get quite demanding sometimes, and if you need some time to recover from it, he will give it to you without a second thought.

“As you wish, young padawan” he answers, with a kind smile to make it clear that he’s not mad at your decision. “You’re free to go away and come back whenever you feel ready again.”

No. You don’t want to go to any other place, you want to stay here, in a beautiful planet, with Grogu… and him.

“I never said that i wanted to go away” you whisper, looking directly at the ocean of his eyes. “I want to stay here with you.”

Maybe it’s the heat of the moment. Maybe it’s all those years of pent up yearning. But you act by instinct, closing the gap between the two of you, pressing your soft lips against his.

It feels great. You could swear there are real buzzzers inside your stomach. However, you regret it immediately, thinking that he might reject your romantic advances, not wanting to get involved with one of his students who is way younger than him.

To your surprise, that doesn’t happen, and before you can push away, he puts a hand on the nape of your neck to pull you closer, deepening the kiss.

You tongues dance in sync, tasting each other, feeling that burning desire grow stronger with each movement of your mouths.

It scalates pretty quickly, leading to something more. So you climb into his lap, straddling his hips, immediately feeling a pair of big hands caressing your bare thighs in such a delicate way.

You move your lips to his jaw, and then his neck, biting slightly as you start moving your hips back and forth, humping his clothed bulge, desperate for some friction.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy” Luke tells you, in a low husky voice that you had never heard him use before, playing with the hem of your shirt as if asking for consent to take it off.

So you allow him to read your thoughts, letting him know that it’s ok, that you want this as much as he does and that you can’t wait to get your body claimed as his.

Giving in to your most passionate wishes, he helps you take off your shirt, letting his hands roam every curve of your waist and back until he finally finds the clips of your bra, unclasping it effortlessly, admiring the way your gorgeous breasts are set free in front of his eyes.

You throw the clothes to the ground, and he doesn’t waste a single second, squeezing your soft tits, slightly pinching your nipples, sending waves of pleasurable pain straight to your core.

As he has his fun, you work on his black pants, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, just enough to take out his cock, realizing that it’s a little bit bigger than you thought.

He’s fully hard, hot and heavy at touch, already dripping beads of pre cum, twitching notoriously when you run a finger over his prominent veins and sensitive pink tip.

You wrap a hand around his thick cock, pumping it slowly, and then you feel it, his warm mouth licking and sucking one of your nipples, making you gasp at the delicious sensation.

“Master, please” you whine, unable to resist more teasing.

“Please what, pretty girl?” Luke asks as he moves a hand between your legs, pushing your shorts to the side to explore your wet folds with two of his fingers. “Use your words.”

“I need you to fuck me already, please. I’ll be good, i promise. ”

You have no idea how he’s still calm and collected while being jacked off, and you’re there, being a total mess as his fingers barely stimulate your sensitive clit.

But he enjoys it nonetheless, smiling at the way you’re shivering at his touch, begging for more.

“Who am i to deny you, hm? go ahead and take what you want” he says, stopping his ministrations on you before leaning back, licking his own fingers to have a taste of your sweet juices.

You get off his lap, hurriedly getting rid of your shorts, and then straddle him again, this time guiding his cock to your entrance, slowly sinking down on it, whining as he splits you open so nicely.

Luke grunts when he feels you too, so tight and warm around him, squeezing your soft ass with his hands as a distraction to not cum in that exact moment.

“You’re too big, master” you say shyly, holding on to his broad shoulders. “I don’t think i can take it all.”

“Yes, i know you can” he answers, gripping your hips to push you down, sinking deeper into your cunt until he’s fully sheathed inside.

You could swear he’s all the way up to your guts, but you tough it out, fulfilling your promise of being good for him. And once you get somewhat adjusted to it, you start moving your hips at a steady pace.

Your mouths find each other again, kissing sloppily as you ride him, with his hands on your waist and yours tugging at his now disheveled greyish hair.

A minute later, you’re bouncing on his cock, just like one of those pornstars that you used to watch on the holo-net, letting out obscene moans when you feel him hit that soft spot inside you over and over.

The squelching noises are also pretty loud, your arousal being enough to take him easily, causing a creamy ring to appear on the base of his cock, slowly dripping down his balls.

It feels too good. Both of you are already close to your orgasms, drunk on each other, chasing your own releases, getting messy, rough, and absolutely nasty.

“Cum for me, love, come on” Luke says with a raggedy voice, using his gloved thumb to rub your clit, bucking his hips to fuck you harder.

The way he’s ramming into you, stretching out your tight hole, and his fast movements on your bundle of nerves are enough to make you come undone.

Without a warning you clench hard around him, moaning his name as you squirm and dig your nails on his black clothes, almost euphoric on the immense pleasure he just gave you.

Luke follows right after, releasing with a deep grunt, twitching hard inside your tight heat while he spills his seed as deep as he can, stuffing you full of hot sticky cum, not caring about the consequences.

After that, you go limp on his arms, riding the last waves of bliss, with your cunt still spasming around his softening cock, just hiding your blushed face on the crook of his neck while hearing his heavy breathing.

What you just did was out of the Jedi code, but neither of you regret it, specially not him, who had been dreaming for a moment like this since the first time he saw you on your home planet, so beautiful, young and innocent.

“Luke? am i really your favorite student?” you ask him in a low voice, exhausted and already sleepy.

“Yes. And my favorite girl too” He answers kindly, running a hand along your bare back.

Those words are enough to make a stupid smile appear on your lips, happy to hear him say what you’ve been longing for years, finally closing your eyes as you rest your head on his shoulder and your fingers trace at his black robes, not taking much to fall asleep like that, with your bodies still connected.

And even though you’re on a planet with a hot weather, it gets a little chilly at night, so Luke wraps his cloak around your exposed body.

He swore to protect you forever since you became his padawan, didn’t he?… so now more than ever he’s going to take care of you, it doesn’t matter if he needs to fight a damn exogorth to keep you safe.

But, in this moment, he only needs to let you rest and keep you warm, preventing you from catching a cold. Just holding you close as the stars shine in the dark midnight sky.

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BITCH PICTURE THIS.

Young Jedi Benji baby and you, always sneaking off and hiding your relationship. There’s sexual tension every time you sneak away to smooch. Any hidden place, sneaking into each other’s rooms after dark. Just think - HEAVY PETTING.

Do with this information what you will👀

did i write this to set up for a commander-ren canonverse fic?

yes.

do i have time to add another fic to my agenda?

no.

am i going to do it anyway?

yes.

enjoy :)

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High Chosen

jedi Ben Solo x jedi Female Reader

kylo ren x female reader

some music for the mood: https://youtu.be/pbyC8wYyoBs

—

There are moments. 

Moments, where everything is at peace. When you can sit down and breathe for the very first time, and clear every thought inside your brain. As it bounced around your skull, not punishing it for being there. 

Just acknowledging and moving along. 

Master Luke loves these moments. 

Sends you to different areas of the island, to soak up the sun, breathe in the sea air. Listen to a porg chirp at its family, where you can feel the universe become whole. 

There is no darkness, no voices, no threats or danger, there is only you. 

He tells you about it every morning when you rise with the sun and join on the morning hike. Bracing yourself against the harsh elements of the world around you, unable to ask for help. Jedis are not supposed to need it-no attachments-be free from the bonds of humanity. 

But when you sit, on your slab of rock, smoothed from months of perching upon it. You don’t feel the connection with nature or hear the songs of birds or the cries of people who need your help. 

You see a single image, a bright light. The sun, eclipsed by a shadow, standing tall, carved out by ages before it. Knowing of the heritage on its broad shoulders, every day it gets closer and closer until you can see its fingertips almost touch… 

“That’ll be all for today, young padawans,” Master luke’s voice breaks the connection, sending a sharp pain to throb at the base of your skull. Only soothed by the touch of another-forbidden. 

You slowly stand, brushing off the dust that accumulated while you were meditating. Seeing the others groaning, a few laughing how their backs hurt from sitting so straight. 

Years ago, you would’ve agreed, the rigidness of the body has to be as dedicated as the mind. When you aren’t committed, nothing will change. 

But that was before. 

Before him. 

“Join me.” 

“Please.” 

—— 3 years ago ——- 

“Ben!” 

You squealed from the shores, ripping off your outer layers so you could run into the ocean. Giggling as the winds whipped your hair away from your face, freezing from head to toe as you stepped into the sharp sea. 

There was nothing like it, every Sunday you would run down the edge of the island. Almost falling on your face down the cliff, plummet to your doom. But you’d catch yourself, on something each time. Brought to you by your noble friend, caretaker, Ben. 

He had explained to you a thousand times before how you should be careful. Not run away from the group, even if it was the jedis rest day, you had to wake up!

You squealed from the waves, arms flailing in the salty air at the beach where Ben stood. Arms crossed and a scowl on his face, there were days where it would fade. 

Maybe even a dimple of a smile would appear, watching the waves crash over you before rushing to the shoreline. Desperate to catch your breath before staring at the sun rising, “Brisk today, isn’t it?” 

And Ben would always nod, and say, “Just like before.” 

But this morning he changed the routine, stripping on the beach, down to his tunic, you stared with wide eyes as the wraps on his forearms were bared to you and all the gods above. 

You’d never seen him without layers of beige you all were forced to wear, unable to see the pale flesh that lived beneath. Littered with constellations of freckles and moles, you stood solid against the current whipping around your shoulders. 

Feeling the force thrum through the air as he approached. Ben's jaw was clenched tight, glaring at the sky as you would usually. 

“Why do you do this!?” 

You stared at his throat bob as he hissed out pained breath after breath, no longer feeling the chill nip of the wintery waves but a warmth in your cheeks. 

Spreading down your chest, and deep into your soul. 

Your voice was small, barely a whisper over the ocean who demanded to be heard. 

“It reminds me that I’m alive.“ 

——— 

Every week, Ben joins you in the waves. 

Shows you new tricks, recently he’s been throwing balls of water at the back of your head. When you whine about not wanting to get your face wet, the showers were sparse and the ocean wasn’t as cleansing as one would imagine. 

You were hiding behind a large boulder, waiting in the waves for Ben to rush out and find you. Mind focused on creating a wave to finally knock him over so you could win your little game, be on top for once! 

Ben was silent, slowly moving. You could practically see it, the water lapping across his abdomen. Turning red from the piercing cold of the waves-but he never shivered. Or complained after the first time, so neither did you, instead engulfed by his presence. 

You scrunched into yourself more, seeing his hand reach out past the boulder. 

Reaching towards the dark gray abyss of clouds that Master Luke had warned was coming. To hide in your huts until it was safe, there was no changing mother nature's course. 

You watch carefully, feeling the force flow through his legs. Grounded at the bottom and up towards his finger tips. Crackling with life, how you wished you were as strong as him. 

But no one would surpass Ben-he was born to be great. 

You wanted to reach out, maybe feel some of the power he exuded when suddenly the sky cracked. Ben's hand shot towards you in a rush of rain and waves over taking your feeble form. 

You were sure you blacked out, only seeing the same image over and over again. 

A cold layer of snow, blanketing something dark and red, gasping in sharp breaths while the liquid stained whoever’s soul was laid to waste there… 

“We have to hurry,” Ben's voice cut through your fogged psyche. He fumbled with your clothes, trying and failing to wrap you in your lavender robes before giving up and hauling you in his arms. 

You stared out at the sea, watching the swirling vortex of rain contort into a face. Riddled with scars and screaming for whoever could hear. 

And the sharp pain was back, as Ben kicked through the small door of your hut. 

Laying you down on your cot, you finally focused on him. His face scrunched in fear, scared, blinking wildly while he tried to brush the bits of sand and sea that stuck. 

You tried to speak, overcome with the emotion of seeing him. Needing him-after so long of being friends you felt something different. That you couldn’t ever be without, and you lunged. 

Wet hands clasping onto his shivering jaw, succumbing to the most human of urges as your lips met. 

Ben froze. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see him reject you, claiming that the jedi are not allowed this mortal feeling. They are above it-you couldn’t let it sway you to the darkness inside. 

But instead of the lecture you were sure to hear, he melted. 

A soft moan slipping through his lips as they pressed hungrily to your own. You pushed your fingers through his sandy hair, creating two knots to grab onto while your tongues licked for entrance. 

He tasted divine, like pure sin and absolution mixed into one. You felt truly at peace, scratching your nails against his scalp until he collapsed on top of you. 

Two bodies shivering from the cold, Ben leaned on his forearm, looking into your eyes for a brief moment before kissing you once again. 

You pressed your chest into his, nipples tightening through the damp fabric that separates you. His muscles tightening under the light scrape, you gasped into his mouth, “Oh, please.” 

The words barely tumbled out before you realized, a whine falling as he pulled away. Hands clasped to his own face as he stared into the lamp by your bedside. 

“No-no-no-no!” 

You watched him pace the room, talking to himself in low tones. Almost wrestling with a demon, you could feel the air charge around you, as deadly as the storm outside as it raged on inside you both. You rushed to him, without thinking you grabbed his arms. 

“It’s okay! Ben,” you gasped before you were zapped with a sharp pain. Cowering against the sidewall of your hut, cradling your hands to your chest. 

Ben blinked for a moment, both of you registering what he had done. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, shaking his hands to rid them of the poison that flowed, you watched him re approach your bedside. Leaned on his palms, “I didn’t-I didn’t mean to. It's just-we aren’t supposed to.” 

“I know,” you squeaked, trembling as you watched his pointer finger move to touch the tips of your shaking feet. The sharp pain lighter now, like a soft ember glowing in a fire. 

You looked down together, seeing his large palm engulf your ankle. Tugging you from the dark corner and flat on your back, Ben swallowed, “I should go, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Leaving you, with only a chaste kiss on the lips that tingle throughout the storm. 

——- 

You thought about that moment over and over, turning it in your mind while you tried to sleep. 

Days went by, and no change in your routine, it was like it never happened to him. Still brooding and silent during your hikes across the mountains, through the dark waves of the island. In meditation sessions, you watched him floating above everyone else, unable to take your eyes off his scrunched face. 

But something was different, you could feel it. 

A string tied the two of you together, from the place where your chests had lightly touched, you caressed your sternum at night. Under the dim glow of the fire, you pressed into the contusion of skin and bone and took a deep breath. 

Seeing it again, that scene in the forest. 

Snowflakes cascading down, hitting your frostbitten face. You hummed as you felt it melt on your skin, blinking awake to the sight of a body laying on the ground. Shivering, hulking, a mass of muscle shrouded by darkness. 

A trail led your footsteps towards the beast, breathing rasping against the fallen snow. 

You reached out, feeling the force flow through the bond. Eternally tethered now to this thing. 

Kylo? 

Your voice whispered the word, rolled it along your tongue. Oh-yes, it tasted decadent, just like Ben's fleeting kisses. You licked your lips, moaning a little as you approached the being once more, the pain in your chest rising and rising until you were in front of it. 

You could almost see its face… 

“What are you doing?” 

Ben's words ripped you from your vision, shooting off your cot gasping for air. Like you were pulled from the dark waters at the shores of your hut. You clutched your chest, trying to keep your modesty, you’d been laying in the nude. 

Caressing your chest by yourself wasn’t something he needed to witness, draping your tunic from your waist over your heaving breasts. 

“What?” 

He moved into the dim light, the door to your hut closed behind him. Shrugging as he sat down on your cot, creaking under his weight, “What were you doing? I could hear you mumbling something?” 

Confusion painted your brow, how could he have heard you? His hut was the farthest away from yours, unless he was… “Were you spying on me, Ben?” 

His cheeks flushed, jackpot. 

“You were!” 

You squealed, leaning into his side playfully to jostle him from another mood. 

“I wasn’t-I just heard you and it seemed like you were in pain.” 

“I’m okay,” you whispered, rubbing the spot on your chest that soothed with his touch. You nuzzled your cheek into his rough shoulder. Fabric scraping only a little, it felt good to touch him again. 

Ben's cheek fell to the top of your head, a heavy sigh followed before he placed a tentative hand on your back. Bareskin under his thumb, slipping it a few times under the top hem, so soft and smooth. 

“I’m worried about us.” 

You stiffened, mind beginning to race, “Did you-you didn’t tell Luke about our…kiss?” 

His exhale took much too long, you shifted. Ready to hear his lecture, or for your mentor to burst through the door and rip you away from Ben. To never see the man next to you again, you weren’t worthy… not of a jedi or even be a jedi yourself. 

What if you were taken away? Would the pain worsen? Would the bond sever? Would you never feel this way again, only to be in deep pain through the end of days? 

“I feel it too,” Ben whispered, slipping his hand to one of your own. Unclutching it from your dressing, he brought it to his chest, “Right here.” Tapping against the sternum with your fingers folded together between his own. 

“What does it mean?” 

He kept your fingers between his own, letting the hands sag like his shoulders. You studied his profile, blinking slowly while he stared off at the powdery ground of your hut. Your swallow loud enough for your collective ears to pop, you were about to speak when his voice caught you off guard. 

“It can’t be good.” 

It was like he was speaking to himself, shaking his head before looking back at your face. You blinked with him, eyes snapping towards his rosy lips, and suddenly he was on top of you. Pressing your mouths together in a  desperate passion that caught you off guard, arms slung around his neck while his tongue quested inside you. 

Tangling in a duel, you moaned into him. Relaxing under the pressure as more of him joined your limbs on the cot, pressing your bodies together. Ben's hands came to rest on your cheeks, moving down to wrap dangerously around your throat. 

Snapping tight around the column, you felt the shaking and sweating from his palms mixing with your slickening skin. Tight-you gasped for breath, kiss bitten lips stringing together with some saliva that snapped onto your chins. You glanced down, your tunic pulled enough to expose your naked skin. 

Stiff peaks rubbing against the stringy fabric of his own, Ben looked down. Keeping his hands around your throat, he cleared his, “Oh.” 

“Ben,” you whispered, hands coming up to paw at his shoulders. 

Unknown if they were to help him get off you, fix the mistake of your nudity, or to disrobe him. 

Ben quickly sat up on his knees, thighs between your spread ones. Hands like lightning towards the sash across his chest, it shrugged forward as he divested himself. Throwing it off to the dusty floor in a poof of air. Naked skin, you'd seen it before at the shoreline, but it was so different… 

Bruised. 

Your brow furrowed, reaching out to touch the largest, “Ben, where-how did you get these?” 

“It doesn’t matter.” 

His hands landed on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing the skin once, twice, three times before moving to join at your sternum. 

Pressing at the center, “I feel you, right here.” 

You nodded, sliding your palms up the length of his arms until you mirrored his movements. Tapping the bone under your fingertips, “It usually aches.” 

“But does it now?” 

“No.” 

A deep breath. 

“Never when I’m with you.” 

Ben smirked a little, barely a movement of his lips before he moved his palms to touch the bounty of your body. Holding your breasts delicately, rolling them under his hand. You sighed in pleasure, you’d touched yourself like this in the past, just to know what it would feel like if the moment ever came. To feel the flesh bounce under another's touch-electric. 

His thumbs came down over the stiff budding of your nipples, pinching softly. 

“Oh.” 

Ben nodded, “Do you like that?” 

You mirrored his nod, letting your hands fall away from his shoulders and bounce on the bedding around your head. Lifting your chest into his touch while he pet and pinched every inch of your flesh exposed to him until he made his way to where your sheet was wrapped around your hips. 

Wiggling his fingertips between the fabric and your bareskin, you glanced towards one another. The question floating around between the both, you felt a strong pull emanate from the center of your chest. Beating harder and harder as he tugged on the fabric until it came loose from your cocoon. “Ben,” you were breathless, watching him as the ache increased. “Ben, we shouldn’t-”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” he asked without looking at you, just pulling the fabric from your center that was opening for his hungry eyes, “We could make each other feel better, like this.” 

Your head pounded with the millions of reasons as to why it was a bad idea, forbidden for you to have such a relationship. But your heart, it was beating for every touch he was giving you. Ache soothed by the balmy touch of his palms against your sensitive inner thighs. 

Angled for him to touch and play with, you gasped as his fingers found your center. Playing with the skin of your outer lips, his own opened in awe of your form. Your eyes rolled back as he touched more, rubbing his thumbs up and down on the skin as it grew slick and dewy from your core, hot to the touch. 

You gasped as his hot breath hit you, snapping down to see his face inches away. Eyes wide and bouncing around his skull while he leaned in, moaning as his hot tongue flicked out for the first taste. 

The noise that fell out of your was foreign, not a cry or a sob. But a squeak as he repeated it again and again, Ben buried his nose against your mound, blissfully taking in your essence as more dripped out from your candy center. 

Soon you were riding his face, chasing your release as he ground down. Hands roaming your body before him, squeezing and smacking at your breasts in his hold. Grasping at his silky hair between your legs while your thighs shook from the pure pleasure he was rocking you towards. 

“Be quiet,” he mumbled into your skin, kissing your innermost thigh with slippery lips, “We can’t be found.” 

“No,” you agreed, eyes squeezed shut as you urged him with your hips to continue. You were so close to something big, cresting over the edge of the hill you tried to climb every day with no one by your side. But Ben was taking you there, hand in hand, with his flickering tongue dancing between your folds and smacking inside your entrance. 

Fluttering inside you, scooping out the wetness that smeared across his chin. Oh, you cooed just as the snap in your chest seemed to break. The damp between your legs grew as your legs shook again and Ben's hand smacked around your mouth right as you were to let out a blood curdling scream into the dim light of your hut. 

Panting against his skin, you watched as he released your core, wiping his mouth against your sheet before pulling away from you. Standing in the center of your room, hands on his hips and chest breathing in deeply. 

You laid against your pillow, studying his face flash through a range of emotions before closing his eyes and exhaling through his nose. 

“I shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Ben,” you reached out towards him, hand trembling as your chest began to ache more and more the further away he stepped. “Its fine-” 

“You’re making me feel things that I know I’m not supposed to.” 

You stopped, leaning back with your hands in your lap while his eyes met yours. Different, they were different now. Rimmed with tints of gold rather than the usual blackness you could drown in, bright. 

“I have to go.” 

—------

The sky is on fire. 

Everything around you billows with smoke and ash, falling on your untainted shoulders as you run from the temple. 

Screams ringing in your ears, loud enough for you to know you’ll never live another day without remembering the pained cries. You stood in the center of the temple square, or what was left of it as the alarms rang around you. 

Staring at the flames that licked every corner of it, your friends were all trapped inside. You couldn’t get to them, forced to watch everything you’d help build burn to the ground before your very eyes. 

Your chest ached, oh, it ached as you stumbled over pieces of rubble towards the hills in the distance. You needed to get out of there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Not until you knew, knew that he was safe. 

Ben had to be safe-he had to be. 

Tears streamed your cheeks as you thought of the immense pain never going away, tethering you and him together. Only to be soothed by the other touch-you had to find him. 

Your bare feet stung as you climbed over a fallen pillar, charred from whatever caused the mayhem to ensue. The staircase towards the heart of the temple littered with bodies that you didn’t know were dead or alive, you didn’t stop to check as the smoke became thicker and thicker. 

Coating your throat like his hands had before. 

“Ben!” you screamed out, met with nothing but the sound of the wind whipping through the skies, the sea raging on behind you. 

“Ben! Ben-please!” 

You scrambled up the stairs, running now, determined to find him. Throwing rocks and other debris out of the way with the force and your bare hands, every blank stare met with the cold realization that it wasn’t him. 

Where? 

Where could he be? 

You looked around as you made it to the center, flames all around the hall while you coughed and choked on your very last breaths. 

This was it, you’d never see him again. 

Your eyes grew tired, blinking slowly as the poison made its way into your lungs. A sound echoing around your skull as you took in the last image of your temple, footsteps approached you. 

A figure, shrouded in black, darkness coming to meet you firsthand. Devoid of all light as you scanned up the body, until it stopped at their face. 

Half covered by an unknown shadow, a gloved hand reached out for you to take. 

“Join me, please.”

And as the words rolled off their tongue, you recognized the face of your dear friend. 

“Ben?” 

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★ GRISHAVERSE

★ BRIDGERTON

★ STAR WARS

slipping through my fingers (obi-wan kenobi x padawan!reader)

Obi-Wan has to let go of his padawan as she grows up and out of his protection and teachings

empire now (ben solo x reader)

you’ve spent every day since the temple attack searching for Ben Solo. he disappeared that night, no body found, no trace

talk (anakin skywalker x reader) (eurydice and orpheus! au)

the greatest love story ever told, that's simultaneously the most tragic

★ MC(E)U

jackie and wilson (matt murdock x reader)

Matt and you get drunk which leads to the contemplation of future life decisions

swan upon leda (daniel sousa x reader)

you would wait years for him and he would do the same for you

devil town (erik lehnsherr x daughter!reader)

Erik didn't realise he was a father, but as soon as he did, he became the best one

★ FORMULA ONE

who we are (max verstappen x reader)

both of them dreaming, both hoping. but the second one tries to make it reality, it all crumbles down

voulez vous (f1 x driver!reader)

the first win, the journey, the ending

my good luck charm (carlos sainz x reader)

everyone is looking at Carlos at his home gp to win. but Carlos isn't bothered by the pressure, he's too busy looking at you

★ DUNE

foreigner's god (feyd-rautha harkonnen x reader)

you're forced to marry a man you hate and play along as his dutiful wife, but what you really want is revenge

★ WIZARDING WORLD

first time (george weasley x reader)

a surprise meeting in the library spawns a new nickname, baby

our last summer (cedric diggory x reader)

your last summer with the love of your life before it's all cruelly stripped away

we always do (theseus scamander x reader)

theseus and his wife may have very conflicting views on war, but they'll never go to bed angry and never leave the other in danger

swimming (regulus black x reader)

living two lives as you try to navigate through a war. you and regulus have to try not to get caught while breaking down the barriers of both sides

★ TOP GUN

too sweet (bob floyd x reader)

he's just too sweet for this world

almost (sweet music) (bradley bradshaw x reader)

the summer where you and bradley remind maverick of goose and carole

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Will tries to protect his sister from himself and his life, only to push her even closer to it

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nothing calms Finnick like the feeling of your hand in his

like real people do (spencer reid x reader)

an undercover mission reveal some deep secrets between the two of you

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when the Major comes out to play, you have to run and hope he doesn't find you

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Rebekah was like the drug you couldn't resist. There was only her and to her, there was only you

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planetary (Padawan!ben solo x Padawan!reader)

summary: what do you do when you just want to start a new life? 

in other words:

planetary  (adjective)                 1. wandering, or erratic.

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warnings: mentions/allusions to mental illness, angst, kinda sad but trying to be uplifting or optimistic. running away. 

The field is seldom occupied - that’s why it quickly became your and Ben’s favourite spot. He leans against a large tree, close but somewhere far away. Pressing your back against the cold grass, you let your head rest against his arm, “I’m tired.” 

“Today was tough.” Ben agrees, already feeling his eyes becoming heavy with exhaustion, “Luke’s really testing us.”

“There’s...” you find the words, struggling to pinpoint your thoughts, “There’s something about him lately. He seems...”

“Afraid,” Ben finishes, giving you a nod, “I’ve sensed it in him for some time now.”

“I thought Master Skywalker was never afraid.” You admit to Ben, staring at his expression for the answers, “Do you know what this is about?”

Ben just shakes his head. His uncle has always been a mystery to him, why would that change now? Luke doesn’t treat Ben like he’s his nephew. He treats him like he’s any other Padawan training under him. “I don’t know if I can take another day of this, if I’m honest with you,” Ben shuts his eyes, “He’s burning us all out. Did you see-”

“Lou fainted! I know!” You cut him off, nodding your head quickly, “Lucky she was okay. I think I still got bruises from Master Skywalker though.” The comment comes off in a casual laugh. But Ben doesn’t return it. He stares at you.

“Bruises?” Ben repeats your words. He’s confused, trying to hold back anger and fear that threatens to overflow in his chest all at once. “What bruises?”

“You didn’t see what happened?” You question him, furrowing your eyebrows. He’s not going to like this. Shit. “I thought you-”

“I was talking about Fera.” He dismisses.

“What happened to him?”

“Ripped the skin from both his hands from using his lightsaber too much. What bruises?” Ben asks again, never having let go of a question once he has posed it.

Shaking your head, you blink softly, “It’s not a big deal. I get bruises from training all the time.” You remind Ben.

“From training against other Padawans and simulators. Not from my uncle.” He stares, more sternly now, while his eyes are wide and staring down at you. He’s already examined your body, trying to find any clear evidence of damage or harm.

Letting out a sigh, you confess, “When I tried to help her up, Luke came at me with his saber. I tried to fight him off with the force, I left my lightsaber on my training mat to help Lou. And he took a big swing, I wasn’t able to dodge in time, so he pushed me to the ground before the blade could get me. Said if this were a fight, I’d be dead.”

Turning his head away from you, Ben casts his furious eyes upon the grassy land in front of him. He says nothing. Ben just pauses for a long moment. The moment is filled with rage, you can sense it inside him; bubbling, almost at the tipping point. Ben has to clench his teeth together, has to push the thought of the incident from playing in his head. “I detest that man.” Ben finally speaks up.

“It’s nothing, please don’t take this to heart,” you reassure him, placing your hand on his.

“I hate him.” Ben responds, looking to you with all the seriousness in the galaxy, “I know he’s my uncle but... I have zero respect for that man.”

“No, Ben, come on.” You mumble, moving to kneel before him. You place both hands on his cold cheeks, staring him deep in the eyes, “You can’t let hate consume your heart. Remember your training.”

“My training?” He scoffs, the inklings of a sarcastic smile on his lips, “My training tells me to be a droid; emotionless, logical - to remove everything I fear to lose.” You take your hands from his face. He continues, “Don’t you see the irony? We were trained by a man who is now consumed with fear,” Ben notes, gazing up at you as you listen intently, “I hate every second I have to be in the same room with that man.”

“He’s your family,” you calmly remind him.

Ben blinks up at you, swallowing the lump in his throat, “Family means nothing to me now.”

“Ben-”

“It’s true,” he cuts you off as you sit back down onto your knees, “My parents don’t visit. My uncle calls me ‘Benjamin’. I mean nothing to anyone-”

“You mean something to me.” You cut him off, watching him closely, “You mean everything to me.” Your eyes gaze into his own, and you find yourself leaning in to him. Ben’s brown eyes are focused on your lips, how soft they look, how they’re getting closer to his. And he finds himself leaning in too. He puts his hands on your waist, pulling you closer so you’re sitting in the middle of his stretched and parted legs, facing him. “Ben.” You mumble, your forehead pressed against his. There’s hesitation in your voice.

“I know,” he mutters back, voice low, “Trust me, I know.” He closes his eyes for a brief moment, taking in the feeling of having you so close to him. It’s torture. Sitting here, alone with you, and being unable to even kiss you. It’s torture being a Jedi. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Ben’s eyes open and drift up to you. His lips are parted slightly and he looks down as he takes his hands away from you.

You watch him fondly, staying between his legs and laying your back against his front. Ben wraps his arms around you, holding you close and warm.

Ben stares at a distant ship pervading through the air, heading in the opposite direction of you two, “I know you like my hair, but sometimes I look in the mirror and I get this sudden urge to shave it all off.”

“Oh, yum.”

“Yum?” He exclaims out loud, snapping his eyes to you as he laughs, “I’d be... all ears.”

“That’s hot.” You tease him, turning your head to look up at him, “We can be bald together.”

“You’re going to shave your head?” Ben raises his eyebrows.

“If you do, yeah, why not?” You shrug.

Ben huffs our a breath, turning his gaze back up to the sky, “You’d probably look good bald.” He says it with feigned anger and jealousy, causing you to let out a laugh.

It dies down against the quiet breeze that begins to build. Ben can sense your melancholy, the feeling that resides deep within you despite being able to laugh and joke and smile. Your face is expressionless now.

“Maybe you just need a change. A big change.” You add, “I feel like that too sometimes - like I could change my name, my face... everything.”

Ben understands. He asks, “What stops you?”

“You.” You admit against the quiet. Ben sits up beside you, his eyes almost questioning you; pushing you to go on. “When I think about leaving this place, you’re the only thing that stops me. I could never leave you.”

“Me too,” Ben admits, eyes widening slightly, “in my sleep, I dream about living a new life. I pack my bags and wait until nightfall... But whenever I want to board a ship and leave, I just walk to your room instead. I never leave. Y/N?” He asks all of a sudden, you watch him seriously, eyes filled with concern at his tone, “What are we doing here?” He pauses, seeing you unable to answer, “Why are we living a life we don’t want to live? I can’t live my whole life not touching you, or being with you, or...” he takes a breath, admiring your lips, “I can’t go my whole life pretending not to feel.”

“Ben,” you frown, “We’re becoming Jedis.”

“Is that what we want?” He asks sternly, seeing you look to the ground, “What do you want?” Ben stares at you closely.

“I can’t answer that.”

“Why?”

“You can’t make me say it, you know what I want. Ben, what don’t you understand?” You ask him, your heart seeming to shatter, “We have a gift, you and I. It’s our responsibility to use it for good.”

“Who says this is good? Luke?” Ben questions you gently, “Do you believe that? Or is it something you’ve learnt to recite?” He softly takes your hands into his, “I’ll tell you what I want... I want to leave this place. I want to find a planet where I could live, nothing big just a place to eat and sleep. I can get a job anywhere as a mechanic, or smuggling, or anything. Y/N,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “We can do that. Together.”

After a pause, a small smile grows on your face, “Smuggling?”

Ben lets out a small chuckle, “My dad used to take me on some pick ups. I know the most popular routes.”

“What about Skywalker?” You ask him, “I doubt he’d let his nephew go that easy.”

Rubbing a thumb on the back of your hand, Ben gives you a shrug, “He can’t make us do anything.”

A smile builds on your lips, noticing how Bengrows closer to you, “How are we getting off this planet?”

“Flying.” He answers smugly, sensing that he’s convinced you.

“What ship?” You shoot back, leaning back with ever moment he moves closer to you.

“Any,” whispers Ben, now staring down at you as you lay against the grass, “we’ll find a ship and fly into the stars.”

“Do we change our names?”

“You can,” he shrugs with a smile, “though you have such a lovely name, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes at him before pausing, taking a breath, “Ben.”

“Yes?”

“I’d follow you to the end of the galaxy.” You admit to him, placing a hand on his cheek.

Ben’s eyebrows lift slightly when he closes his eyes. It feels as though a massive weight has been lifted off of his shoulders... like he can finally breathe. “Ben?”

“Hm?” He responds, eyes still closed.

“Does this mean I can kiss you?”

Ben opens his eyes. A smile automatically comes to his mouth. “Yes.” He grins widely, “Yes.”

“Good.” You mumble quietly, breath caught in your throat as his lips brush yours. The electricity of it has you gasping lightly, your eyes coming to a close when Ben finally touched his lips against yours. Your lips move against one another sweetly, slowly, calmly, and this surprises you; you thought it’d be way more heated after spending so long keeping away from one another.

When you pull away from him, you just look at him for a moment. The grin is gone from his lips as he stares at you, his heart in shock. But then Ben grins, his eyes squinting with the size of his smile. He pecks your lips quickly, pulling back to stare into your eyes. You smile too, rubbing your thumb on his cheek.

“We’re gonna fly out of here,” Ben confirms, “We’re gonna find some place we can live. Really live.”

Pressing your body against his, you wrap your arms around Ben who returns your embrace. You can’t help but smile so wide your cheeks start to hurt. But you can’t stop smiling. You squeeze him tightly and Ben laughs, rolling around on the grass. You laugh with one another, and he pauses. You’re both side by side and you pull apart, still grinning.

The air feels fresh, you take a deep inhale of it before you speak, “I can’t wait to finally live.”

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Started: 4/4/2021

Last Updated: 04/24/2022

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Star Wars Valentine’s Special

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader 

Training and Teasing

Rushed Rescue ☆

I Believe In You

Emotions Are Normal ☆

You’re My Galaxy

Something You’re Not, PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR ¤

Unlocked Doors •

Another Life

Mirror, Mirror •

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid

Please, Master •

Christmas Songs

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Lectures and Pleasures •

Horny and In Control •

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Christmas Blizzard

If You’re Gone

Obi-Wan Kenobi 

In Love, You Are

Jedi-Code •

That Look, PART TWO

What You Love Most

Long Time Coming

Worth It

So Quickly

Kylo Ren 

Finn 

Han Solo 

Afraid to Lose

Get A Room •

Luke Skywalker

Attempted Interrogations

Secrets to Surprises

Far Too Long •

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The Best Hugs

Kissing Headcanon

Interrupted Fixing

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Don’t Be Gentle •

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Unexpected

Chapter two

Summary: What you thought was just a bad case of food poisoning, turns out to be the child of Ben Solo growing inside you. How will he react? Will you get the chance to tell him?

Pairing: Ben Solo x You

Warnings: unexpected pregnancy (?), mentions of smut but not the actual act, a bit of angst

Something was wrong. 

You’d been sick before, but, you’ve never felt like this...something just felt off.

You were nauseous almost all of the time and you’d begun to anticipate the daily vomiting spells, which at least provided relief of the nausea, of only for a little while. The fatigue was almost overwhelming some days and you were barely able to get through basic training; people were beginning to notice. Today, you decided, this has been going on for too long and enough is enough. You needed to go back to the medbay. 

You’d gone earlier when the symptoms first started and they tested you for any plausible illness, but all the tests came back perfectly fine. The droids assured you that you must’ve eaten some bad bantha and you just needed to rest, but you’d had food poisoning and it never lasted this long and it just didn’t feel like this. But, you figured they were right. They knew best after all. 

Maybe you just have a bad reaction to bantha.

You never typically would eat bantha as it was usually something you’d turn your nose up at, but the other morning, the overwhelming craving for a bantha burger came over you. And so you had one. And now you felt like bantha shit. 

“Hello, Mistress Y/N!” One of the nurse droids greeted you. “Are you feeling any better?”

You shook your head. “No, and I think you need to do some more tests. This isn’t food poisoning.”

“Well, I suppose we can do some more tests that we didn’t before.” The droid led you towards one of the beds. You laid on the semi-comfortable mattress with whirring machinery over your head.

“There are a few that we didn’t think would apply but could match your symptoms.” 

You nodded, staring at the ceiling.

The droid bustled around bringing various machinery over and typing things into datapads. You waited anxiously, trying to control your brain from going through all the possibilities. 

“We need you to stay still for all the testing,” a different droid next to your bed said. You tilted your head in question before realizing that you were fidgeting your legs nervously. 

“Oh, right, sorry,” you apologized and willed your legs to stop moving. 

You’d never been a fan of going to the doctors, now more than ever considering something could actually be wrong. 

You took a deep breath. By the Force, you would make it through this. 

A circular machine went over your body, starting at your legs and stopped moving at your abdomen. The scanner wrapped around all the way under your cot and began to make a whirring noise that signaled it was scanning. 

After a few seconds, it beeped and pulled away from you. The droid went over to check the results and appeared to stare at it for longer than seemed necessary. The droid gestured for another nurse droid to come look at the screen. 

“Is everything alright?” you asked after what felt like five minutes of silence. 

“Forgive us mistress, but we didn’t realize that Jedi could have sexual relations so we didn’t initially—“

“They can’t—I’m not—,” you broke off and shook your head. “I’m sorry, what are you saying?” 

“You’re pregnant.”

You shook your head and couldn’t help scoffing at the prospect. “I...I’m what? No, that’s not possible.”

The droid looked offended. “I assure you our tests have a hundred percent accurate—“

“Well, there’s a first time for everything. The test is wrong,” you cut off the droid. You regretted taking that tone with the nurse; you were never usually one to be snippy with droids. But, there was a time to apologize and there was a time to prevent yourself from panicking and right now you were doing everything in your power to control your emotions before they became overwhelming. You took a few deep breaths and tried to center yourself as Master Luke had taught you. 

The nurse complied and brought the machine over your abdomen once more and you heard the familiar beep indicating it was done. The machine was pulled back and the same two nurses came over to check the results. They both looked over at you and then back at each other, seeming hesitant of what to say. 

“What does it say?” you asked keenly.

“Positive for pregnant.” 

“N-no, that’s not...” 

But even as you started to refute the results, your feelings betrayed you and you knew that the droids were in fact right. You were only vaguely aware of your l shaking hand instinctively going over your womb as you began to accept it was really true. 

“How far along am I?” you heard yourself ask. It didn’t feel like it was you asking though; you felt separated from your body like you were watching the scene from afar. 

“Almost four weeks.” 

You sighed. The day Ben had come back from his mission. 

The nurse droid had told you it was going to fly in some prenatal tabs for you and you nodded numbly, not really listening. Your ears were ringing with all the thoughts that were going through your head. 

Before the nurse could close the door behind you, you grabbed its shoulder. The droid whirled around to look at you. 

“Yes, mistress?”

“I trust you’ll keep this confidential,” you said. 

“Of course. It is in our programming to only relay medical information at the patient's request,” it answered and you gave it a small smile. 

“Oh, and I’m sorry for being snippy with you earlier, this is just...a lot to take in.”

Considering you could be expelled from the Jedi Order for this, yeah, this was a lot to take in. Perhaps Master Luke would take mercy since this child would be his nephew’s, but maybe that would make it worse. 

“No apologies are necessary,” the droid replied and whirled back into the room. You continued on to leave the medbay and pushed past the exit doors. 

“So, what’d they say?” Ben asked, his large figure appearing out of nowhere. You reached for your belt, which was lightsaberless, luckily for Ben, before realizing who it was. 

“Blast it, Ben! You scared me!”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Ben apologized but could help the small chuckle that bubbled up his chest. 

“You’re lucky I don’t have my lightsaber on me,” you snipped and Ben rolled his eyes.

“One,” Ben started and grabbed your arm to bring you behind the building of the medbay, “you should always have your weapon on you. Two, you wouldn’t have been able to get it out in time.”

As soon as you were out of sight, he looked around cautiously and, before you could reply, brought his lips down to yours, capturing you in a fervent kiss. You couldn’t help but lose yourself in the kiss, but to be fair, you hadn’t had any real alone time in, well, a month. You let his tongue slip into your mouth and you reveled in the taste of him. You realized how easy it was to completely lose yourself in lust with him. 

No wonder you were pregnant.

Your breath hitched at the thought, but obviously not for the reason Ben thought. He groaned deeply and you could feel his smirk against your lips as his hand brazenly cascaded down the small of your back. You reluctantly pulled back and luckily you could blame your quick breaths on the kiss. He stopped his hand just above your ass and rubbed small, soothing circles. 

“I’ve been worried about you.”

“Mm, I can tell,” you joked. “But, Master Luke could catch us at any moment—“

“He’s in his hut reading Jedi text,” Ben reassured you. You felt his irritation prickle in the Force at the mention of his uncle and you couldn’t blame him as their relationship lately has been rocky at best. You cringed at the thought of adding this situation to both their plates. 

“Well, what did they say?” He asked, pushing his irritation down. 

“Hm?”

“The nurse droids, did they give you a new diagnosis?” 

Now that you were discussing your health, Ben’s anxiety had flared and you could feel it coming off him in hot waves. 

You sighed and shut your eyes. If you were being honest, Ben was the last person you wanted to see right now. Not because he wasn’t comforting, on the contrary, you wanted to throw yourself into his arms and tell him everything...but you couldn’t, and that was the problem. You needed time to come up with a lie, to center yourself in an attempt to hide your feelings. Right now, you needed to relax or Ben was going to know something was wrong. You pushed yourself away slightly, worried he’d be able to feel your heart desperately trying to burst out of your chest. 

“Uh, well no...They took a few tests and they’ll let me know tomorrow, but I’m thinking they were right and it really is just a bad case of food poisoning.”

Ben could sense you were lying, you knew he could, so, for once, you were grateful for the wave of nausea that came over you. You gripped your stomach as it lurched and you went off a few feet away from him so he wouldn’t see you like this. But, of course, Ben instantly rushed over to your side and pulled your hair back and out of the way. Blast him for being a gentleman. 

“Sorry,” you apologized and wiped your mouth. 

“You don’t need to apologize, sweetheart. I think I should talk to the droids—“

“No!” You grabbed his arm and pleaded with your eyes. “I just want to go to my hut...please.” 

Ben looked at you skeptically but, respected your wishes and put his arm around you to walk back to the huts.

It had been nearly a week since you found out the truth and you knew you needed to tell Ben the truth and fast. You were going to start showing through your robes soon and you could no longer lie about food poisoning. No one had questioned you when you said the nurses recommended you take it easy for a few days but that could only last so long before suspicions rose. 

But, you were scared. This would be the end of the line for you, for both of you. You know Ben would follow you if you were banished from the order; he wouldn’t let you be alone and it doesn’t hurt that Luke hasn’t been very encouraging about his training lately. But, you didn’t want to be the reason he had to abandon becoming a Jedi, because even for all his complaining and drifting away, you knew Ben wanted to make Luke proud as much as you did; he wanted to be a Jedi. And Luke’s disappointment was something you dreaded almost most of all. The thought of his face after hearing the news gave you a whole new wave of nausea. 

But you couldn’t lie and say that the thought of running away with Ben wasn’t appealing. Selfishly, you let yourself smile at the thought of you and Ben settling down with a toddling child with big, black hair. You both could teach this child the ways of the Force in your own way, no pressure from Jedi or Sith looming over their shoulder, and Ben would no longer live with the pressure of trying to conform to the way of the Jedi. You could both be happy.

That night you dreamt of a small head with big, black, scruffy hair and a life of your own. Your paradisiacal visions were interrupted by a feeling of pure terror and you instantly jolted up in your bed. You only thought of one thing while running out of your hut: Ben was in trouble. . 

By the time you got to his destroyed hut, it was too late. Ben had already fled and Master Luke was knocked unconscious in the rubble. 

Oh no

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Wounds (Ben Solo x reader)

Summary: Young Ben Solo has the ability of getting himself hurt, and everytime it happens he comes to You for help.

Words : 730

A/n: Hi! First of all english is not my first language. Second thing thanks for reading I hope you like it ♥️

Promts: 6: Again? Really? 30: Can I kiss you?

It was almost dark when  you heard someone knocking at your door. You knew exactly who it was. Him, it always was him. You smiled to yourself as you walked to the door to open it. The first thing you saw were a pair of brown eyes staring at you.

“Ben?" you said trying to sound surprised. “What are you doing here?"

“I.. I need your help" he said softly looking down at his right hand. You follow his eyes and saw a little of red in his hand.

"Again? Really?" you said rising an eyebrow getting a chuckle from him in response.

Moving from the door frame you let him get inside your little hut. This was a common thing. Ever since you came as a child to the island to train with Master Luke Skywalker you became very close friends with Ben. He was your confident, your most trustworthy person in the galaxy, someone who understands you completely. But nowadays you started to feel something else for you friend.

Every now and then he would come to you looking for answers, company,  comfort and of course, to help him bandage his wounds. He had the ability of somehow always get himself hurt.

"So… what happened this time?" you asked him while you were getting the little medical supplies you owned. “did you lose a fight with a pork again?,you tried to stan in one hand? Or something you were trying to build exploded?"

He just simply laughed and give you his hand as you sat in front of him.

"No" he explained "I spend all my meditation time practicing with the lightsaber"

You looked at him for a moment and then started to clean the wound. He always was so worried about the legacy of his family that sometimes he trained a little too much. But this time he was way too far. Looking at his now clean hand you could see the damage: his reddened palms showed blisters that were formed by the constant use of the Jedi's weapon and that bled from his numerous attempts to dominate it, leaving missing spaces of skin and his large hand a little shaky.

"Damn it, Solo! You literally trained 'till your hand bleed" you said and put a little spray in his hand.

He laughed and put away a string of hair that fell over your face. His gaze never leaving you.

"Yeah, guess I did" he said and you began to bandage his hand. "Good thing you're always here for me"

"I just don't get how you keep getting all this injuries" you finished your work put away the medical things "You know what? I started to think that either your doing this on purpose or you are just so stupid and…"

"Can I kiss you?" He simply said stopping you from what you were doing and making you look at him. 

The question took you by surprise and it must have shown in your face. Ben smiled at your silliness and before you could think or say anything his lips were on yours. It took you a second to realise what was happening but after that little moment you melted in the kiss. He cupped your face between his hands and you moved yours over his shoulders. His lips were soft and warm against yours. It felt like heaven. 

The kiss broke when you both needed air. Ben rested his forehead in yours and both smiled at each other.

"I'm just stupid" he said confusing you again. You moved a little back with a questioning look.

"What?"

"You asked how I keep getting this injuries, that's the answer" he said grinning and wrapping an arm around your waist and putting you close "I'm just so stupid and somehow you love me that way"

"Yeah… wait !! What!!?" you shouted "how did you … you knew??"

"Come on, (y/n)! You know I can read minds"

Your face turned bright red and it only caused him to laugh very loud. After a moment he grabbed your chin and softly made you look at him in the eyes. 

"But i didn't need to…I just hoped that somehow you felt the same way I feel about you" 

Your heart was overhemd of love by his words. This time it was you the one who took him by surprise and kissed him.

"I do"

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Number 41 with Kylo please? :)

41. Forbidden kiss

The Jedi forbid seeking out attachment.

In all the years since their near destruction - that truth has never shifted. Luke carries that mantra along with every other: even though he knows what it means to his nephew, when sleep takes them all in those quiet, cold nights.

Because Ben Solo cannot help but seek her.

Seek you.

It starts as sparring practices in the mornings. Starts as a dance with crude lightsabers, burning like twin suns as you meet in the middle of the forest to train. His hands clip yours; your fingers touch. 

He sees starlight in your soul, and it lingers from the start.

Your hands touch with more insistent wanting; clashing fingers, crescent markings where he’ll grip too tight. Running through the rain during training, splashing in the ocean and falling through the waves. Sitting back to back as you meditate; finding peace as his wrist presses to yours just so: with it, he shows you planets and stars and worlds and thoughts. Dreams.

Dreams of only you.

And one night - spurred by a veil of darkness - Ben Solo sweeps back your hair, and whispers a promise to your skin as his lips press to your cheek.

I do. I want this.

And attachment is forbidden. You both know that.

But for now: it’s a price you’ll pay a thousand times over.

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Her Light - Pt. 1/?

Title: Her Light Pairing: Padawan!OC/Armitage Hux Warnings: Slavery, Ben Solo and Armitage Hux not dead Summary: After the Battle of Exegol and the destruction of the First Order, Ben Solo and Rey Palpatine Skywalker seek Force-sensitive subjects, in the galaxy, to train them. They discovered you, a Kiffar, on the planet of Kiffu. Two years later, your two Jedi Master bring you and the other older padawan to the planet of Kessel, to retrieve another promising pupil. And here, you will find your dark and your light. Words: 2156

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Kessel was one of the hottest planets you had set foot in for years. You had had your experiences traveling around the galaxy, especially in those last years when you joined the New Republic, which was slowly rebuilding its foundations after the end of the battle.

The Millennium Falcon flew just above the crust of the planet until it stopped above a small inhabited city, distant from the mining area that later the masters Ben Solo and Rey Skywalker would have had to reach separately.

The mission had been largely carried out while you were still on Ajan Kloss, where the temple stood and where the training of you future Jedi took place. Ben and Rey would have undertaken a search for another apprentice, reported on that planet in the areas of the mines and you 4 padawans would have had to look for the necessary components for the Falcon and some military troops of the Republic.

The list on the holopad had been transferred directly to the second girl besides you, the latest but surely the most responsible, Yamitha. She came from the planet of Naboo and had such a clear complexion that you would hardly have guessed that she had lived in large forests. Her hair was a dark purple that highlighted her warm golden eyes.

When the ship hit the ground, you ran up to the Falcon exit, and jumped out into the open air. It was just as you thought. The sultry heat penetrated your white suit, starting to wet your skin with sweat, but you didn't want to give it any weight.

The background you had before you deserved your full attention.

There, about a kilometer away, a large expanse of tarpaulins filled the sandy soil of the planet. There were all colors. Green, yellow, pink, light blue and a large mass of people walked among them with smiles and wonder.

Before you could advance to the area to begin your exploration, Rey grabbed the back of the cloak, sliding the hood away, and pulling you toward her. Your hair was freed from the protection and small grains of sand carried by the wind ended up in your hair, shining against the hair.

“Respect the list, Y/N. No tricks this time.” The Jedi scolded you, leaving you with an amused look as you tried to extricate yourself quickly.

You rolled your eyes, running a hand over your cheeks and outlining, as you usually do, the yellow arrows that decorated your face, just a little lower than the temples. Belonging to your clan.

You had been one of the first apprentices, more precisely the second, to be invited to the circle that Ben Solo and Rey were trying to build. So they had the opportunity to study you, understand you and manage you in those years. At the beginning you were one of the most discreet students, but by going ahead with your training and entering the new environment you quickly gained confidence, often putting yourself on the line in situations that didn’t require it.

Yamitha came to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder and drawing attention to himself.

“Maybe it's better to go now. Even if we divide our tasks, it will be difficult to find all the material on time.”

Within the group, the only girls who were sought and invited were the two of you. You turned out to be the biggest and the strongest with your Y / A years and perhaps your nature as a kiffar but as for judgment and responsibility, Yamitha was definitely the one ahead.

Maybe that was why they had given you money protection and put Yamitha in close contact with you. And for that reason, you had made a strong and shared bond that the apprentices had not found in others.

Without holding back any longer, the masters left the remaining apprentices in Yamitha's hands and set off for the mines, trying to hire a vehicle to escort them.

When you entered the heart of the market, you let yourself be carried away by the feelings and the calls of the sellers, stopping left and right and often losing sight of the remaining companions.

You have never seen so many varieties of sweets and foods of all kinds.

“Do you want to taste it, traveler?”

A tray was presented to you in front of your face, making the fruit lying on it shine bright purple. Some seemed instead covered in something, leaving little room for natural color.

You stuck one in your mouth and your eyes shone with the explosion of sweetness that filled your mouth. The small grains seemed to melt on contact with your tongue, without any need to chew.

“What are they?”

“Cambylictus berry. Fine berries from the planet of Naboo.”

You looked around, looking for your friend, and found her at a pair of tents away, who was talking openly with the owner.

“How much for five of these?” you asked, pointing to the guy the ones you had tasted.

“4 Peggat” the seller's tone had suddenly become cautious and serious.

“2 peggat and 2 trugut. That's all I have.” You shrugged, looking for the bundle of money that you had put aside during your travels and your assistance to the Republic.

With the exhausting mental training that Ben forced you and Rey's physical training, it was somewhat impossible to find much time to devote to work to earn something. Not that the Jedi masters made you miss something, but in cases like that you wanted to have something aside that you could spend at your leisure. So when it happened, you cleaned or helped members of the Republic who came and went to Ajan Kloss for resources.

You had earned about 50 peggat in a year, however you had to spend 30 for pieces needed to modify your lightsaber and the remaining 20 were 2 and a half left.

The man, lowering his eyes along the cloak looking for a possible lie, hesitantly accepted your offer, extending a small basket with five small fruits inside on the tray.

When you turned around in search of your partner, you bleached. Yamitha was nowhere to be seen, and not even the black cloaks of your other companions seemed to stand out in the crowd of people who invaded that market.

You tried to untangle yourself as much as possible among the people, moving aside hoods to identify any friends but you had already irritated too many people and in a short time had attracted attention to you. People stared at you and often pointed, confirming your suspicions. So, quickly, you hid under the hood and tried to get away from the crowd.

Going up some houses behind the stands you would surely find who you were looking for.

When you found yourself with your back to a high building, you sighed and stared at the tip with great desire. You would have used Force with the greatest possible discretion to get to the top.

But before you could even close your eyes to get enough concentration, a strong hand weighed on your right shoulder making you snap like an animal caught by surprise. At that speed, the hood also slipped out of your head, revealing your identity.

“Are you lost, girl?”

He was a Zygerrian. A feline humanoid race somewhat suspicious of their shady plans. That was certainly a male, with a dark fur and two yellow eyes like amber without impurities.

“No, I just got away from the chaos of the market. I don't like shopping crowds.” Lie, hiding your hands inside the coat and sliding your fingers over the cold surface of your lightsaber.

The feline man seemed to notice it because he followed your movements for a moment, letting out a sarcastic and derisive smile.

“Well, I suggest you look elsewhere then. This area is closed to mere visitors.” His tone was threatening and his eyes darted servants in your direction.

When a side door to the building you stood beside opened, you snapped your eyes in his direction, watching a companion of the guy you were facing come forward. And it was definitely bigger.

Before the door closed, a roar of angry screams rose inside the hall, making you suspect of shady deals open to a reduced audience of rascals.

With a big breath, you decided to apply the last teachings of the Master Rey that you were so eager to try for lack of opportunities.

You held out a hand in front of you, so that both enemies came under your beam and you spoke in a clear voice.

“Now you will let me in.”

About ten seconds passed, then, just when you thought they would do as ordered, a blaster was aimed directly at your head.

“I don’t think so.” He grinned, loading the weapon.

With an annoyed snort, you rolled your eyes. Obviously it would have taken more than just training to plagiarize the minds of others.

When the blaster fired the first shot, through the connection with the Force, you anticipated it, moving slightly away and before the being or friend could attack again, you let enough energy flow from the body to create a shock wave that sent both of them to collide with the surface of the walls.

They tumbled to the ground, in strange corners but the breath and their presence in the Force confirmed that they were passed out and still alive. Ben and Rey would certainly have preached to you otherwise, even if it had been a matter of life or death.

Silent, you entered the door that you had previously seen open and you thought of a way to be able to subsequently reach your companions and your teachers to discover the illegality.

Images of clandestine struggles and races of forbidden animals passed through your mind, things you had often witnessed even within your home country. But what came before you made you goosebumps.

On an elevated stage with a whole crowd in front of him, a tall man with rough features was yanking what looked like a young Herglic tied to a chain and collar by the neck. The creature moaned in terror but it was dragged away by the annoyed and laden screams for the next victim.

Unwittingly, you captured what her pain and fear were and took your stomach in a painful grip that forced you to breathe heavily. You didn't know why her feelings had poured out on you, but it had happened.

You pushed yourself against the wall, leaning against it as a way to support yourself and your vision clouded for what seemed like hours.

When the body of the aquatic creature was dragged away, your senses returned forcefully, making you land again with your feet on the ground.

You brought your hand, free from the protective grip around the lightsaber, to your head under the hood and rubbed your eyes as if to get rid of the headache that had just hit you.

“We are still halfway done, gentlecreature” declared the auction seller, also a Zy but female, who beat the hammer above the stage. You almost threw up when she identified the mob there as people of good manners. “And in honor of this wonderful and delightful auction, we have a surprise for all of you.”

She nodded with a clawed hand to someone who was probably hiding at the side of the stage and smiled at the crowd that was waving their number signs excitedly.

Another feline man came out to the side, carrying a rope behind him, this time more like a satin rope than a chain and a human being (or what it seemed) came out. Completely naked.

Your throat went so dry with such cruelty.

The beast tugged on the man who ended up with a painful growl on his knees on the boards. Instead, the audience had fallen into the deepest silence.

The young man, from what you could see from the back of the room, had short, well-groomed hair of a shining ginger (you would have hardly deduced that he was a slave for sale) and the complexion of his skin was clear but covered with patches. The rest was completely covered in your sight, lying on the ground.

Just as it happened with the fish girl, the man's feelings hit you like a tsunami making you almost collapse on the ground.

This time, however, what came to grab your stomach was not fear. But deep anger and desire for revenge.

“I guess everyone has understood by now who he is.” The cat woman laughed, beating a decisive blow on the wood in front of her and subsequently pointing with the same the man kneeling on the ground next to her.

“Do five million seem fair to you as a start for General Armitage Hux, of the First Order?”

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A/N: Hi everyone, I was going to post this fic on AO3 but I opted to post it here too. As usual, I apologize for my bad English which I hope will improve by learning to translate words. I'm glad if you want to comment or be tagged in the next chapters.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Learning Obstacle (Luke Skywalker X Padawan!Reader)*PARENTAL

Characters: Luke Skywalker X Padawan!Reader

Universe: Star Wars

Warning: None

Request: Do you also write for the new Star Wars movies? If so I'd love to read one where the reader is a padawan under the old Luke Skywalker and the have a father child relationship. The reader being frustrated with their lack of progress and some old Luke father fluff please? :)

Luke had little to no desire to have children, and the older he got the more it diminished. He was certain that if he wanted kids now, it would be too late anyway. He used to have a little bit of an urge when his sister had Ben, but look how he turned out. He didn’t want to risk making another heir of the terror reign that his own father had started. He would never forgive himself.

However, he had found himself being a parental figure to someone. While he was definitely not your father, you had called him dad a few times, and while for the first few times he did wince or give you a disapproving look, he eventually allowed you to get away with it, and he sometimes even smiled or chuckled when you did it. You usually say it with sarcasm when he was fussing you and being protective.

Several parts of his role with you was parental in a way. You were a padawan, and he was your teacher. He trained you all day, every day. You’d had to come and live with him so he could train you. You were still a child, so you were his responsibility. It was his job to make sure that you learnt and improved in using the force, but also that you ate, went to bed on time and had time to relax. He knew that in a normal setting you’d be in a classroom with other padawans, but you were his only student, and he lived in the middle of nowhere.

Today was the usual. Luke watched you closely as you tried to perfect the act of not only lifting a heavy object, but also rotating it. The object was a simple collection of large rocks, and he’d given you the task to pick them up one by one, biggest to smallest, and pile them up. The first few were easy enough, but the smaller and the odder the shape the rocks were, the more difficult. “Don’t hold the ones bellow it.” Luke reminded, seeing your eyes flick to the already placed pile several times. 

You corrected yourself, focusing on the one floating in the air, gently lowering it onto the tower, only to watch it wobble and the whole thing collapsed. “Noooo!” You whined, not even bothering to stop them toppling, only flopping onto the floor and whining more.

Luke couldn’t help the little smile on his face, standing up from his seat, walking over to his student who still remained sprawled out on the floor. “Come on now Y/N, try again.” He told you. He heard you grumble something. He had a good idea of what he heard you say, and it made the smile disappear from his lips. He carefully knelt down beside you, tilting his head to look at your face better. You turned your head to make eye contact with your teacher who gave a concern expression. “Pardon?” He asked.

You huffed, rolling over onto your back. “What’s the point? I’ll never do it.” You repeated. You didn’t bother to look at Luke, but you heard him stand up, and you felt him use the force to lift you up and force you on your feet. When standing, you looked over, seeing him back sat on a large rock, and he patted the space next to him. He didn’t smile like he usually did, but then again this was a scene that had never happened before. You were a usually enthusiastic, determined student, but for the first time you’d wanted to give up.

You trudged over, sitting next to Luke, pulling your legs up as well and hugging them. “What makes you think you can’t do it?” Luke asked finally.

“Because I’ve been trying for weeks now to do it, and I can usually nail something you throw at me in a few days! I’m not getting better!” You complained.

“I thought you better than this, Y/N.” Luke sighed. “You’ve hit your first obstacle- a part of the force you’re struggling with, and you’re giving up so easily!” He scorned, and you quickly realised he was right. “When I was learning, I hit obstacles left right and centre from day one. But you? You’ve gone for months, taking things in your stride. You are a lot better than you believe yourself to be, and I know that if you stay focussed, and keep that head high, you will get this. If we need to, we’ll focus on something else temporarily, but we will keep trying, alright?”

You finally had all your attention and eyes on your teacher as he lectured you with clear passion in his voice. When he finished, it definitely made you feel better about it all, and raised your morale enough for you to try and bite the finger he was pointing to you, something you’d done before and another thing he’d learned to accept. He tucked the finger back before you could actually bite him, knowing of your little game. “Alright, now, let’s try it again.”

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

*Not my gif 

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[solo-trio]

In the Sunlight

Parings- Ben solo x reader

“Hello! Love your work! I was wondering: could you write something about the reader and a young Ben Solo during Jedi training? It could honestly be anything to do with that: angst or something silly like a game of spin-the-lightsaber or something! Thank you!!”

This is my very first request! I hope it lives up to all your hopes!

Words- 1K

Warnings- none

The wooden staff stabbed the air where your face had just been. Your reflexes helped you to maneuver out of the way of the practice weapon and you smirked at your opponent, bashing it away. Knocks of the poles against each other echoed through the practice room as you and your sparring partners heavy breaths, lunges, and grunts layered on top of the noise to form a melody of battle. Ben Solo bent his back halfway to avoid the swoosh of your staff that almost thumped his side. You gripped the wood in annoyance as a a playful huff left his lips. His retreating figure gave you the opportunity to catch your breath enough to throw the playful taunts that had always accompanied your fights with the tall Jedi in training.

“Thought you could best me huh (y/l/n)” he observed how determined you were this particular match.

“It’s only a matter of time Solo” you said without your iconic wink. This spar was, for some reason, one you had to win. You’d arisen earlier than normal, with doubtful thoughts bleeding into your mind. Thoughts of whether you were fit to become a Jedi, of whether you had what it took. It was uncharacteristically dark. Though it wasn’t completely unwarranted. Your training had become stagnant. Your improvement had slowed, targeting your perfectionist tendencies and slowly agitating them. You were resolved to win this fight. It would quiet your demons of the day and their yellow eyes would retreat to the corners of you brain for another cycle.

“Focus” Luke suggested, circling around the two of you, unamused with your banter. You lunged for Ben and he bent forward this time causing you to flip over his back. You both rose up and met again. He used the inches he had on you to look over the x of your connected sticks. You tried shoving him off but he only took a few steps back. Your movements were slowing and your throat burned with each deep inhale that you forced in. Your odds weren’t looking good. It was now or never. As you spotted all of Ben’s open spots and his possible counters, you decided on one, and sped forward. You brought the focus to his feet and prepped him for takedown. As you went in for the kill, he caught your gaze. Instead of being spurred on, a haze muddled your perception. The seconds stretched out. His gaze sucked you in and rendered you breathless and in awe as your limbs solidified. It was beautiful and warm in that frozen spot, lost in Ben’s eyes. You’d never experienced this before and right as you pulled yourself out of it, Ben kicked your feet out from under you. The floor abruptly smacked your back and knocked out what would’ve been your breath had Ben’s eyes not stolen it in the moments before. You laid still in awe. Then all at once it dawned on you. You had lost.

“Fuck” you strained out towards the ceiling. Ben swooped in to block your view.

“Hey you ok?” He reached a hand toward you. You brushed it away, standing to face your master.

“Balance. You must balance your mind and body so that one may keep up with the other.” He looked at how you were immediately waiting critique. “But you fought very well today.” In his eyes flashed pride and understanding. You were too disappointed to notice.

“Thank you master”, you said, bowing your head. Your gaze never left the floor through the room and into the hallway. You heard Ben chasing after you and slowed.

“You alright?” He asked reluctantly. You only let a slim wisp of your frustration out. “Yeah I just… haven’t been doing very good in training and I was really hoping I could redeem myself today and I lost. Again. I just don’t know if this is right for me anymore I feel like this is as good as I’ll ever be” you avoided his gaze.

Ben had never seen you so disappointed. Hearing you voice the exact thoughts he felt daily had him baffled. Had you really just said that? You were the most enthusiastic person he knew. He thought you were the strongest padawan at the temple. How could you even think that?

“Wait what” he was convinced his ears had deceived him.

“I feel weak, subpar” you lifted your neck now and the distressed features that riddled your face were a new sight to him. He guided you to a quiet corner with his hands on your back steering you.

Sitting on a bench he awkwardly twisted his fingers beside you.

“That thing in there….” he started.

“You felt that too” you asked, now peering up at him curiously.

“Yeah it was….”

“Intense” you finished for him.

“And I don’t.. I don’t think that would’ve happened if.. if you were weak. We had a connection. It was the force. Something. I don’t know” He stammered now. “I feel the same way sometimes. A lot of the time” the confession left his lips as thoughts of snoke polluted his mind.

“Ben there’s no way. You’re by far the most powerful one here” you reassured your best friend.

“But it doesn’t matter. Because we all have doubts. And I’m telling you yours are wrong.” His voice solidified and the density of his resolve got through to you. You laughed out your anxiety and placed your head on his shoulder.

“Ha you’re right, we’re too badass for worrying” you opened up your senses so you could feel the warm sunshine coming in through the window tickle you skin as it illuminated the scene.

“Exactly” Ben smiled down at you. Seeing your fears expelled gave him his own sense of relief. Your smile consistently sheltered him from the contagion of uncertainty he unwillingly clung to.

“You know you’re amazing too right” you’re voice brought him out of his musings. A blush covered his cheeks at the compliment. You knew he was never good at taking them and consistently tried to embarrass him, though this time, from the very force in your being, you meant it. You wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank you”, you whispered gratefully. He returned the embrace. The scent of your skin drawing him in as your eyes did minutes ago. He had never felt anything like that before. And in that exchange you both knew. You wouldn’t ever reach this level of happiness with anyone else.

[frost-queen]

Anakin Skywalker

• Platinum love 

• Night terrors 

• Homesick 

• A rising heat 

• Join the dark side

Obi Wan Kenobi

•  Oblivious 

• Act upon this 

• Trembling (Padawan!Reader)

• Under pressure (Padawan!Reader)

• The way of the force (Princess!R)

• Sick bug (Daughter!R)

• Across galaxies (Doctor who crossover)

• Thrill rides

Luke Skywalker

• Pilot of my heart 

•  The right love 

•  Break the code

Han Solo

• Sucker for you 

• Master of flirting (Young!Han)

• Confessions 

Lose fics

• Stirred up memories (x Krrsantan)

Din Djarin / Mando

• Revelation

• What connects us (R!Skywalker)

• I trust in you 

• Stranded

Poe Dameron

• Not a damsel in distress 

• General 

• Flavoured with sass 

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

• Jealous part // 1 

• Jealous part // 2 

• Secret love 

• The other side 

• Admit defeat

•  Ultraviolet

•  Supreme Sith

•  Out of control

• A path intertwined

Skinny love series

[sweetrevxnge]

Like Phantoms, Forever

Chapter One | These Are Your First Steps

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

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

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

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

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Masterlist

Word count: 1.9k

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Warm rays of light peeked through the narrow window of the wooden hut, painting your skin with streaks of brilliant golden orange, causing you to stir under the single woven blanket you had been provided with when you arrived at the Jedi Academy.

Through bleary eyes, you managed to make out the time on your watch, seeing that it was nearly 0630, leaving you roughly thirty minutes to get dressed, eat, and get to the morning training session.

The familiar ache of your muscles greeted you as you pushed the blanket aside, planting your feet on the cool stones. Every movement sent flames through your body, your skeleton popping as you twisted your neck in an attempt to relieve the stiffness. It had been nearly a week since you had been inducted into Master Luke Skywalker's Jedi Academy and you had yet to adjust to the rigorous training.

Slowly, you rose from your cot and raised your arms above your head, stretching the rest of your sore body. A lengthy yawn escaped your mouth as you shuffled over to the drawers that housed your training robes. One thing you could appreciate about the Academy was its ability to make getting dressed for the day a mindless task. Where you used to spend hours agonizing over what to wear, Master Skywalker's dress code didn't allow for anything other than the uniform beige robes and your hair tied back. 

At least you were granted some freedom with how you styled your hair, each day choosing to sport an intricate braid your mother had taught you when you were young. A subtle reminder of the home you had left behind.

You secured the ill-fitting robes snug around your waist with the uniform leather belt, tying it in a knot behind you. There was no doubt in your mind that the sizing of Padawan robes was low on the list of Master Skywalker's priorities when he was building the Academy. Not to worry, you were sure you would find a way to adjust them eventually. You pulled on the issued tan boots and set out for breakfast with the rest of the students.

Crisp air bit at your exposed face as you meandered through the other huts, all similar in size and shape to your own. Every step on the dirt path sends a jolt of discomfort through your tender limbs. What would you give to have an outside perspective of yourself in this moment—the once stylish daughter of a respected businessman transformed into a demure Jedi apprentice.

You giggled at the dichotomy, shaking your head slightly. Are you sure you're cut out for this?

There was no denying the beauty of the Academy. The mysterious planet was green for as far as the eye could see, coated with dense foliage and towering trees. The expanse of the forest that sat behind the sepia-toned huts was practically begging to be explored. The anticipation of someday running through its thick vegetation while dodging blasts from a training remote with a lightsaber filled you with excitement.

Carefully pushing aside the curtain that was serving as a door, you entered the dining hall, taking a plate as you passed the clean stack. You scanned the room for any familiar faces as you added various food items to your dish, making sure to snag a few extra slices of meiloorun from the array.

Meeting the Academy's class had gone just about as well as you had expected it to go. Entering at a relatively late age had left you at a disadvantage; many of the students had been training together for the better part of a decade, already well-established in their own cohorts. Initially, introductions had been exchanged between you and your classmates, but nothing more. That is, until Voe approached you. Since your arrival, she had gone out of her way to make you feel welcome, something that you greatly appreciated.

As you carried your plate away from the counter, your eyes fell on a familiar blonde apprentice, Voe. She was prodding at her food lazily when her eyes met yours, lighting up almost instantly.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite youngling!" she exclaimed, pushing her chair back to greet you with a tight embrace.

"Yes, it is I," you bowed, "in the flesh." You didn't mind Voe using the improper title, it was just a banter from her—and technically speaking, you were about as experienced as a true youngling.

Voe reclaimed her seat and patted the chair next to her, encouraging you to take it. You sat and began picking at your breakfast, still trying to blink away the exhaustion that a week of poor sleep had left you with.

"I promise that it eventually does get better," she said, noticing your hand rubbing the back of your neck as you tried to work out a knot in the tissue.

"Oh yeah, instead of climbing five hundred stairs, someday it'll be four hundred, right?" You asked before taking a bite of sliced meiloorun.

"Okay, I'll admit, it does take some getting used to. But you'll get through this, I know you will," Voe assured you with a warm smile. "Besides, you'll be grateful for Master Skywalker's stairs when you have killer thighs."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." You couldn't deny that Master Skywalker's conditioning wasn't fruitless and would eventually pay off. The idea of one day being strong, both physically and with the Force, was motivation enough.

"Regardless, he'll probably take it easy on you today," Voe said between bites. "He's gonna have his hands full, you know, with his precious protégé returning and all."

"His what?"

"Master Skywalker's first apprentice, and nephew, is coming back from a mission. A mission that can only be trusted to him, apparently," Voe explained, a tinge of bitterness on her tongue. "He can do no wrong in Master Skywalker's eyes, hence why he always gets chosen for off-world excursions over the rest of us."

You were beginning to understand why Voe was sour towards this particular student. She had been one of Master Skywalker's first students, joining the Academy when she was just ten years old. It made sense that she would be jealous of someone who she considered an equal being chosen over her.

"Ah, well hopefully he'll distract Master Skywalker enough for my muscles to be able to rest for a full day," you said, trying to lighten the conversation.

Voe glanced at her watch and sprung from her seat. "Shit," she hissed. "You'd better take that meiloorun to-go. Training started two minutes ago!"

"Oh, shit," you echoed. The current time had completely evaded your mind, too consumed by the conversation to notice the dim numbers on your watch face. You scrambled to your feet as well, grabbing the remaining meiloorun as you stood. Your aching muscles screamed at you as you pushed them to move quickly out of the hall.

Struggling to match Voe's pace, you rushed to the Academy's training grounds. There was no way you could handle a punishment today, not in the condition your body was currently in. Hopefully Voe would be right and Master Skywalker's nephew would serve as a distraction from your tardiness.

Finishing the meiloorun you had snatched, you came to an abrupt stop beside Voe, whose feet had carried her to the training ground quicker than yours. Just as you began to catch your breath, a voice sliced through the group of students.

"0700 training begins at 0700, unless I am mistaken?" Master Skywalker asked, his gray eyes following you from further away than you realized. Heat flooded your cheeks at the remark, the rosy tint no longer a reaction to the cool air.

Master Skywalker was a kind teacher, but he could become strict when he saw fit. Punctuality was something he was known to deal out temple step scrubbings for. Reluctantly, you met his gaze, embarrassment bubbling within you. Don't just stand there. Say something, you idiot. You broke your lips to apologize, but you were beaten to it.

"Forgive me, Master. I held us up in the dining hall, it's not her fault." Voe said, grabbing your hand in hers and giving it a firm squeeze. The gesture instantly calmed you, allowing you to exhale the breath you didn't realize you had been holding.

"I see," Master Skywalker mused. "Well then, the two of you can continue your conversation while cleaning the temple stairs today." A smirk spread across his face, accentuating his strong features. It wasn't difficult to imagine that he had likely once been a handsome young man, a fierce fighter of the Rebellion.

Voe let out an exaggerated groan in response, meeting your eyes as she rolled hers. A chuckle caught in your throat. Not even a full week here and you had already earned the infamous punishment. At least you'll be sitting most of the day, you thought.

Just as Master Skywalker began discussing the day's itinerary with the group, the distinctive sound of a ship coming out of hyperspace entered the atmosphere, followed shortly by another. Every head turned towards the sky, searching for the source of the disruption. Two X-Wings approached the Academy grounds, each starfighter weathered from their travels. You imagined that they both had seen many battles during the Galactic Civil War, their once bright red accents now a dusty terra cotta hue. 

The ships began to lower in the space beside the temple, the force of their engines disrupting the earth beneath them.

"Wonderful timing," Master Skywalker muttered quietly as he turned to face the ships.

"Oh brother, I didn't think they'd be coming in this early," Voe mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear.

Chatter broke out among the students as one of the ship's ladders appeared lowered to the ground, the airlock hissing as the cockpit door released. The dread of having to meet another stranger hit you, forcing you to relive the first day at the Academy once again. 

You stared at the empty rails, mindlessly picking at your nails to soothe your racing mind.

An older gentleman slowly descended the yellow ladder, grasping Master Skywalker's hand in a friendly shake when he reached the bottom. 

You turned to Voe, shooting her a puzzled look as if to say 'That's his nephew?!', but before she could offer an explanation, she was cut off by Master Skywalker's voice booming over the group's chatter.

"Lor! I'm glad to see that you made it back in one piece! I hope my apprentice didn't cause you too much trouble." Master Skywalker released the man's hand, patting him once on the shoulder before stepping back.

Voe leaned in close to your ear, already anticipating your curiosity. "That's Lor San Tekka. He's a good friend of Master Skywalker's, always venturing out to help him find 'lost Jedi treasures.'"

"Treasures?" Your eyes lit up at the word. "What kind of treasures?"

"Just old Jedi texts and such, don't get your hopes up," she said, smiling at your naïve curiosity. "That must have been what they were sent off to find."

From the corner of your eye, you saw the second ship's ladder extend from the cockpit. Anticipation built in your stomach as you watched the pilot climb down the rungs, jumping down from the second to the last step before landing on the soft grass.

Lor and Master Skywalker simultaneously turned to greet the pilot as he approached them, his long legs carrying him quickly to the two men in just a few strides.

"Master," the dark-haired stranger said when he reached them, bowing his head in respect as he greeted Master Skywalker.

"Ben," he replied, nodding in return. A warm smile broke the lines on his face, his eyes twinkling in the light of the twin suns.

"Ben," you echoed.