#rey is waiting for ben to come back

[saphronethaleph]

Lizard v Wizard

“Long have I waited for my grandchild to come home…” Palpatine said, then the smile fell off his face. “...you are not my grandchild.”

“Yeah, we swapped jobs,” Finn agreed, shrugging off a backpack and letting it drop to the floor. “Rey said she was having visions about her falling to evil and sitting on the throne of the Sith, and I said that I hadn’t had any of those visions.”

“Your arrogance will be your downfall, boy,” Palpatine informed him. “Either I will destroy you or you will turn to the Dark Side.”

Finn paused, frowning.

“...huh,” he said. “You really do call it that? I guess I owe Rey an apology.”

“Explain yourself,” Palpatine snapped. “What are you talking about?”

“The Dark Side,” Finn explained, stressing the word. “Seriously, you use that language and it’s going to make me think the Force is a bit racist.”

Palpatine sat in complete silence for several seconds, as his brain rebooted.

“I mean, if you were black yourself, I’d maybe buy the idea that it’s meant to be a matter of pride,” Finn went on. “Reclaiming the term, and all that. But then again you have this whole white power thing going on with the stormtroopers, so it’s not that.”

He shrugged. “And then there’s the bit where you blow up planets as a hobby, because that just makes it really obvious that you’re not even trying to pretend any more.”

“I am going to do you the courtesy of ignoring your nonsense,” Palpatine said, icily. “Make your choice. Turn to the Dark Side, or die.”

Finn laughed.

“Wow,” he said. “You’re making that sound like it’s a threat that works.”

Palpatine’s eye twitched.

“I escaped from the First Order and I was on a capital ship when it got hyperspace rammed,” Finn said. “Also, I came here to fight you, which I think qualifies as a particularly elaborate suicide anyway.”

He shrugged, walking around in a half circle. “I would like to survive this, don’t get me wrong, but… like… if I don’t, and you don’t, I actually think that’s an absolute win.”

“I’ve made my decision,” Palpatine said, with an almost glassy calm. “I’m going to kill you now.”

He raised his hand, which spat lightning, and the lightning stabbed out at Finn – and vanished, as it passed over his backpack.

Finn picked the backpack up again. “Huh, they work,” he said. “Lando said it would but I had to take it on trust.”

Palpatine looked at his hands, then tried to blast Finn for a second time. Again the lightning vanished, then both men looked around at the sound of running feet.

“Rey, I hope you’re in here!” Ben said, then skidded to a halt. “Aren’t you the traitor?”

“We call ourselves the Resistance,” Finn answered. “What are you doing here?”

“Running away from a dozen very angry ex-followers!” Ben replied. “I’ve turned back to the Light Side.”

“Huh,” Finn replied. “Away from the Evil Side?”

“It’s called the Dark Side,” Ben corrected.

“We already had this discussion before you turned up, I think the term Dark side is racist,” Finn said, then Palpatine tried to electrocute him again.

“STOP IGNORING ME!” Palpatine shouted.

“I never thought of it that way, but I think it’s meant to be the absence of light, as in starlight?” Ben guessed, as the sound of stampeding Knights of Ren came down the corridor.

Something exploded overhead.

“Huh, Rey must be doing well,” Finn said, ignoring Palpatine. “And, yeah, I can buy that.”

He reached into the backpack. “Blaster or lightsaber?”

“I don’t have a lightsaber and I would really like one,” Ben said, then caught the Skywalker Lightsaber as Finn threw it to him. “Thank you so much.”

Finn retrieved a blaster from the bag as well, then did something that went beep.

“Five,” he said, throwing the bag at Palpatine. “Four. Three.”

Palpatine raised his hand to bat the backpack away, and got hit in the face by it.

For his part, Finn dove to the floor, and Ben did so as well just before Finn’s count hit zero, and a thermal detonator went off.

The explosion did unfortunately kill the ysalamir in the bag, but by then Palpatine was a little bit too dead to take advantage.

[celesterayel]

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

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

coriolanus snow

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

lucy gray baird

finnick odair

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

luke castellan

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

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

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

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

→ sacred | coming soon

→ crisis | coming soon

→ muses | coming soon

clarisse la rue

→ kill me slowly | coming soon

→ mad woman | coming soon

percy jackson

→ collide | coming soon

→ the tides | coming soon

→ great mystery | coming soon

→ miss americana & the heart break prince | coming soon

→ the great war | coming soon

→ come back…be mine | coming soon

annabeth chase

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

rey

ben solo | kylo ren

reylo

anakin skywalker

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

peter parker - tom holland

other genres ꥟ ۪ ꘎  𓈒

the summer i turned pretty

panic (amazon prime)

shadow and bone

six of crows

rebel moon

teen wolf

outer banks

shadow hunters

the sandman

blue beetle

author's note ꥟ ۪ ꘎  𓈒 

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

reminder to be kind and respectful.

[hunnysnoops]

South Park Music HCs

What music I think the South Park characters would listen to.

Stan ✰ Kyle ✰ Kenny ✰ Cartman ✰ Wendy ✰ Bebe ✰ Heidi ✰ Tweek ✰ Craig ✰ Butters

With Spotify links!

Stan Marsh

Artists:

Radio Head

Siouxsie and the Banshees

Crywank

She Wants Revenge

System Of a Down

Slipknot

The Front Bottoms

Favourite Songs:

Atoma- Dark Tranquillity

Smokey Eyes- Lincoln

F.C.P.R.E.M.I.X- The Fall of Troy

Mr Grieves- Pixies

Misc:

Generally angsty

Gets embarrassed of his taste when he’s put on aux

He probably likes 90s dad rock

Whenever Stan listens to ‘System of a Down’ Cartman calls him ‘Syndrome of a Down’

Likes The Front Bottoms purely because he relates

Kyle Broflovski

Artists:

Dan Mangan

The Cure

Echo & the Bunnyman

Blur

Weezer

Billy Idol

Favourite Songs:

I Love You- Fontaines D.C.

Troubled Mind- Dan Mangan

The Killing Moon- Echo & the Bunnymen

Jumping Someone Else’s Train- The Cure

Candy- Paolo Nutini

Misc:

Cartman calls him a virgin for listening to Weezer

If he’s playing his music around you, he’ll sneak glances at you to see if you like it

Definitely has a poster for The Cure in his bedroom

Refuses to use Bluetooth headphones

Kenny McCormick

Artists:

Eminem

Outkast

Ini Kamoze

Car Seat Headrest

Cypress Hill

Limp Bizkit

Green Day

Favourite Songs:

Hits from the Bong- Cypress Hill

Sexy Drug- Falling in Reverse

Deadlines (Hostile)- Car Seat Headrest

Take A Look Around- Limp Bizkit

Misc:

Watches clips of Woodstock 99 on YouTube

Plays his music so loud that it spills through his headphones and gets weird looks for it

Listens to Taylor Swift and Sabrina Carpenter with his little sister

Eric Cartman

Kanye West

T-Pain

Lady Gaga (we all saw this coming)

Rihanna

Black Eyed Peas

Oliver Tree

Pitbull

Favourite Songs:

Church- T-Pain, Teddy Verseti

Meet Me Halfway- Black Eyed Peas

I Can’t Stop- Will Smith

Bury Me Alive- Oliver Tree

Happiness is a Butterfly- Lana Del Rey

Misc:

Strikes me as the type of guy who doesn’t really listen to music

Unironically likes Oliver Tree (His music and him as a person)

Rips on everyone for their music but won’t tell them who he listens to

Lip syncs to Wiz Khalifa while flexing in the mirror

Listens to T-Pain and Will Smith to make him feel tough

Prefers podcasts

Wendy Testaburger

Artists:

The Shins

Gwen Stefani

Hozier

Grizzly Bear

Nelly Furtado

Olivia Rodrigo

Elliot Smith

Favourite Songs:

Swan Upon Leda- Hozier

Lacy- Olivia Rodrigo

Stand By Me- Ben E.King

Vienna- Billy Joel

Pocketful of Sunshine- Natasha Bedingfield

Misc:

Thunder makes her think of stan so she skips it

Relates to Vienna and probably got a small tattoo for it after she graduated

Probably has an eclectic taste and loves 2010s pop

Lets everyone else play their music while she’s driving and never complains

Stares at her ceiling and listens to Elliot Smith when she’s sad

Gets ready listening to y2k pop songs

Bebe Stevens

Artists:

Jungle

Wild Belle

Dominic Fike

Kesha

Avril Lavigne

Justin Bieber (baby era)

MGMT

Favourite Songs:

Feet Don’t Fail Me Now- Joy Crookes

Back On 74- Jungle

Memory Box- Peter Cat Recording Co.

Keep You- Wild Belle

Beauty And A Beat- Justin Bieber, Nicki Minaj

Ur So Gay- Katy Perry

Misc:

Hates sad music, she’ll force herself to listen to USHER during a breakdown

Picky about her music, if someone plays a song she doesn’t like she’ll definitely skip it or complain until someone else does

Mentioned she liked Justin Bieber and then got in an argument with Cartman because of it

Never lets Clyde near the speaker

Screams Ur So Gay at the top of her lungs when it comes on

Heidi Turner

Artists:

Jack Johnson

Syd Matters

Daughter

Fleet Foxes

Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Noah Kahan

Of Monsters and Men

Favourite Songs:

Open Season- High Highs

To All of You- Syd Matters

Two Weeks- Grizzly Bear

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing- Jack Johnson

Sisyphus- Andrew Bird

Blue Ridge Mountains- Fleet Foxes

Misc:

Loves going for walks while she listens to music

Sends you songs that remind her of you

Listens to every song you send her and tells you what she likes about it

Hums when she has her headphones in without realising

Her and all of her friends love Noah Kahan

Tweek Tweak

Artists:

Billie Holiday

Billie Marten

Johann Sebastian Bach

Claude Debussy

Ludwig van Beethoven

Foals

Connie Francis

Favourite Songs:

Who’s Sorry Now- Connie Francis

Cello Suite No. 1 in G Minor- Johann Sebastian Bach

Méditation from Thaïs- Jules Massenet

Bad Apple- Billie Marten

The Lark Ascending- Ralph Vaughan Williams

Misc:

I actually think he would hater Hyper-Pop

Prefers slow/classical/instrumental songs

Listens to a lot of white noise, really specific ones like ‘Heavy Rain in Autumn Fairy Forest 9 hours’

Musical prodigy, plays piano and cello

Craig Tucker

Artists:

Nirvana

Hole

No Doubt

Foo Fighters

Pulp

Arcade Fire

Jeff Buckley

Favourite Songs:

Common People- Pulp

Malmo- Mook

Forget Her- Jeff Buckley

The Pretender-Foo Fighters

Dumb- Nirvana

Misc:

Made one playlist in eighth grade and never listens to anything else

Thinks Courtney Love killed Kurt Cobain

Hates TikTok music, like genuinely.

Somewhat of a gatekeeper

Butters Stotch

Artists:

She & Him

Blonde

Kate Bush

Dolly Parton

Regina Spector

The La’s

The Mama’s and the Papa’s

Favourite Songs:

You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine- Lou Rawls

In the Summertime- Mungo Jerry

Hey, Lucky Lady- Dolly Parton

The Tide is High- Blondie

Why Do You Let Me Stay Here- She & Him

Don’t Let The Good Life Pass You By- Cass Elliot

Clay Pigeons- Michael Cera

Misc:

Songs absentmindedly all the time, annoys the hell out of everyone

Quotes the songs he listens to

Developed choreography in middle school and still remembers it

Asks people if they’ve heard a super popular song that’s all over the radio and social media out of genuine curiosity

Anyways, that’s all I got for now. Re log or comment what you think they’d listen to bc I’m genuinely curious, thanks for reading!

Also it literally took hours to add all of those Spotify links so I hope you got something out of this! they wouldn’t let me add more than 100 :/

[cherry-romper]

Loving You Sounds Like a Song

Playlist

+ Kafka, Reno, Shinomiya, Iharu, Haruichi, Aoi, Hoshina, Mina, Gen

Kafka Hibino; Stand by me – Ben E. King

I won’t be afraid, Just as long as you stand, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon, Should crumble and fall, Or the mountains should crumble to the see

I won’t cry, No, I won’t shed a tear, Just as long as you stand, Stand by me

Whenever you’re in trouble, won’t you stand by me?

Reno Ichikawa; Look After You – The Fray

My heart has started to separate, Be my baby

There now, steady love, so few come and don’t go

Will you, won’t you, be the one I’ll always know?

I’ll look after you

Kikoru Shinomiya; The Chain – Fleetwood Mac

Damn your love, damn your lies

And if you don’t love me now, you will never love me again

We would never break the chain

Damn the dark, damn the light

Iharu Furuhashi; Can’t Take My Eyes Off You – Boys Town Gang 

You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off you

At long last love has arrived and I thank God I’m alive

Pardon the way that I stare, there’s nothing else to compare

I love you baby and if it’s quite alright, I need you baby, to warm a lonely night

Haruichi Izumo; August – Taylor Swift

Whispers of “are you sure?”, “Never have I before”

August slipped away like a bottle of wine

Your back beneath the sun, Wishin’ I could write my name on it 

Wanting was enough, For me, it was enough

Aoi kaguragi; West Coast - Lana Del Rey

You’ve got the music in you, don’t you?

Boy blue, yeah you

You’re fallin’ hard, I push away, I’m feelin’ hot to the touch

You say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much

Soushirou Hoshina; Only Love Can Save Us Now – Kesha

The power of Christ compels me, I’m a demon

Keep singin’ “hallelujah” nothin’ can save us

I’m ‘bout to blow your fuckin’ head through the ceilin’

Yeah, I’m possessive, maybe I’m possessed, bitch

Mina Ashiro; California – Lana Del Rey

You don’t ever have o be stronger than yo really are

I shouldn’t have done it but I read it in your letter

I wanted to reach out but I never said a thing

Ill catch you on the flip side, If you come back to California

Gen Narumi; Stronger - Kanye West

Man, I been waiting all night now, That's how long I been on ya'

I need you right now

Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight

Bow in the presence of greatness

[first-order-work-wives]

Everything her and her father had been planning for ages was finally about to come to fruition.

Rey fidgeted with the end of her cloak.

“You’re nervous.” Palpatine remarked as he entered the room.

“You’ve been planning this before I was even born. What if I fail?” She worries.

He puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“You won’t. I have every faith in you. And we know their weaknesses.”

She takes a breath.

“Now then- are you ready?”

“I- I am.”

“Good. I’ll leave you for the moment. I’m just in the other room if you need me.”

“Thank you.” She pulls him into a hug receiving an awkward back pat before he leaves.

As the door whooshes closed she opens her mind connecting with Ben Solo through the force.

“Hello? Can anyone hear me?!” The look on her face is pure terror.

“My name is Rey. I’m in danger. Please I need help!” She exclaims in a hushed tone.

@rey-kenobi-the-grey

Ben hears her before he sees her, turning towards where he thinks the voice is coming from. "I can hear you... what's wrong? What can I help with?" He sets down the lightsaber hilt he'd been attempting to repair, certain that it can wait

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ✾ ❝𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞❞

© Intoxicated-Chan 2023, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission. Any photos used do not belong to me!

(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “Diet Mountain Dew” by Lana Del Rey. I might start writing for Genshin, it’s been a while since I did. I promise the next chapter is going to be longer!!!

Word Count ➳ 690

Content Warnings ➳ Smoking use, suggestive themes, swearing, Reader is described to be shorter than Benn but isn’t given a specific height, cigarette kiss, ANGST…

Series Masterlist

You both stood on the balcony, watching everything from above. You leaned against the railing with a soft smile on your lips as you spotted your brother chatting with a group of children, probably listening to his ventures.

You paid attention to the sounds of the festival, the music, the laughter, and the smell of the delicious food.

“Damn.” You hear Benn curse under his breath, struggling with the lighter, listening to the flick of the wheel.

A cigarette was in between his lips, his eyes narrowed at the lighter that refused to light.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a box of matches, dragging it along the side of the box, you lit the match.

“Here.” You said, reaching over with the match in hand.

But there was a problem, Ben was stupidly tall…

“If you could…” You asked him, hoping he’d take the hint.

A sly smile was across his face, grabbing your wrist to pull you closer and leaning down to connect his cigarette with your match. The warm follow of the match illuminated Benn’s features, giving you an even better look at him.

It made you jump as you thought he would hold on tighter but his grip felt that you could easily pull back if you wanted to.

Your eyes met as the fire was passed from match to his cigarette, and a satisfied hum came from him.

Your face became hot, and Benn did not attempt to break contact, even with his cigarette lit.

“Thanks.” Benn voiced, exhaling a puff of smoke in your direction and releasing his grip. His voice was deep yet gentle.

You blew out the match, “N… No problem.” You cleared your throat and you broke eye contact first, turning your attention back to the festival.

The atmosphere changed, but you couldn’t pay attention to the festival anymore. Not with the smell of cigarettes and the faint smell of his cologne that you got a whiff of when you were close.

Benn took another drag from his cigarette, and then, hesitantly, he spoke. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah, it has.” It was then quiet once more between you two, but it was a comfortable atmosphere.

“Want to give it a try?” Benn’s voice broke the silence, offering you a cigarette, “Or want one?” Almost like a whisper, like he was afraid to scare you away.

You paused for a moment, your finger tapping on the railing before you eventually nodded.

Benn brought out another cigarette from the box and handed it to you. You placed the cigarette in between your lips, reaching for your matches.

“Wait.” He smirked, his hands clasped the sides of your face, and tugged you near once more, lighting your cigarette with his own.

As you inhaled, the smoke burned your lungs and your throat but you didn’t focus on the pain, you focused on him.

But suddenly started to cough, forgetting to focus. Your eyes shut immediately as you pulled out the cigarette, taking steps back and your hand comes to your chest.

“Shit.” Benn chuckled at you, and he watched you closely. Shanks’ words rang in the back of his head…

He’s been Shanks’ first men for years and years, but in this moment, it felt like everything was gone and it was just you and Benn.

His eyes never left your figure, rather, he stepped to you. To the point where when you finally stopped coughing and see how close Benn is, your faces are just inches apart.

The air felt thick and hot, both of your cigarettes long forgotten…

But then, just as you went to close the gap, Benn pulled away,. He retreated, and his expression showed that he worried.

You’re caught off guard, you too worried and confused, “Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong-”

Benn huffed, running a hand through his hair, “It’s not you, (Y/n).” Hurriedly taking a drag.

“Then what is it?”

Benn took a moment to look at you but he turned and left. Even when you chased after him, it’s like he disappeared among the crowd of the island’s citizens.

⊰ Previously ⊰ » » YOU’RE HERE « « ⊰ Next Part ⊰

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

@akwardtractor and I came up with a few other AUs while we were working on August for the big bang, and one of them keeps haunting me, so while I won't get to write it until probably mid-next year, have a small drabble that started as a warm up and then sprawled a bit. It's unbeta'd and maybe a little over wordy, but I'm charmed by it enough to share.

-

Armitage comes to consciousness as he comes to many things: slowly and with great intent. The blanket is warm, as is the arm around his waist. He teeters on the edge of asleep and awake for a moment, forced to make a difficult decision. Is he ready to face the day? Is he ready to leave the comfort and safety of Ben’s bed?

Ben’s hold on him tightens, his face pressing into the space between Armitage’s shoulder blades. Besides the movement and a soft, incomprehensible grumble, it’s impossible to tell Ben is awake. His instinct could simply be to keep Armitage close. If their pattern from the last few nights holds over, Ben woke up an hour ago, and has simply stayed still so he didn’t disturb Armitage. Following this assumption, he’s certainly cognizant enough to talk to. 

“I want pancakes, after,” Armitage mumbles, turning into the pillow. It smells like Ben, and also like it needs to be washed. Armitage is disgusted as he takes a deep inhale, but he also does his best to memorize the scent, stale sweat and all. 

His tendons stretch as he flexes his ankles, pointing his feet, but Armitage does his best to stretch his legs out while staying firmly in Ben’s tight grip. 

“Pancakes and a milkshake,” he amends. 

On his fridge, held up by a magnet and written on the back of a grocery store receipt, a long list of the foods he’ll be able to eat in six hours waits, ready for each entry to be checked off one by one. Some of the items are already in the pantry, purchased on the same trip to the store that spawned the list. Armitage hasn’t had a cosmic brownie in ten years, and he’s hopeful their reality lives up to his memory. 

Ben assures him they’re still delicious, but Ben also eats mayonnaise, so Armitage is skeptical. 

All Armitage gets in answer to his request is a groan. He decides to interpret this as assent. They’ll go to the nearest 24-hour diner and slide into a booth. The fabric of Ben’s hoodie will still be warm when he steals it, and they’ll lean across the table towards each other as they argue about Ben’s opinions about the Silmarillion for the hundredth time. The last few hours will be forgotten for just a moment, the last ten years. He’ll stretch out his ankles, foam roll his quads, and sleep. 

First, Armitage has one last performance schedule. Leaning back into Ben’s hold, he soaks up the contact, revels in how Ben’s hand shifts down his stomach, and god, the temptation is there, but Armitage has to be patient, has to save that for after. When he can come home, slide out of his dance belt, and perhaps burn it. 

“I have to get up.” Another, louder groan. “Ben, I have to get ready.” His eyes flick to the clock. He’s already stayed in bed too long. While he was offered the small grace of skipping company class before rehearsal, it’s best to finish strong. If this is the last show day he’ll ever have, missing any part of it seems wasteful. And who will lift Rey if not him? His understudy? Absolutely not. Armitage didn’t spend a year drinking lemon grass and ginger shots and stretching for three hours a day to lose to a child. 

“Ben.” 

One last groan as the grip loosens, and Armitage is able to climb from the sheets. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stretches his hands up toward the ceiling, feeling as the tendons in his elbow stretch, as his shoulders wake up. He leans side to side, pleased to find the twinge in his back has quieted. 

Standing, he turns back to Ben in bed. 

“Give me your shirt.”

Ben cracks one eye open and attempts a glare, but he still shifts under the blanket, pulling off his shift and holding it out for Armitage to take. It’s not a hoodie, but it’s a fine enough stand-in until later, and he slides it on, well-worn fabric soft against his skin. Looking down, Armitage finds out he’s wearing merch from the band Ben had in college, the screen printing cracked and faded with age. Rey will make fun of him, but she set them up. This is all her fault. 

“I’m going to use the blender,” Armitage tells Ben. “This is your five minute warning.”

Though he’s sure most of it is pseudoscience, Armitage has been eating disgusting superfood smoothies for the last few months to limp along through his joint issues. It’s helped, if even only through placebo, but Armitage is pleased to make this his last one. His fifteen supplements are in a line on Ben’s counter, and Armitage shuffles through them, trying to decide which ones he can skip to get even an attempt at a passable flavor today. The turmeric will have to stay, and the Omega-3s, but perhaps -

Superstition grips him. If he leaves something else and fails a lift, it will haunt him for the rest of his life. Far better to stomach one last terrible beverage, choke down the dry, gritty texture. 

The blender blares, breaking the silence of the morning, and Armitage startles as arms wrap around his waist, as lips press soft kisses into his neck. Against his better judgment, Armitage tilts his head to give Ben better access, and in response, Ben’s tongue runs along the stretched tendon. 

Armitage stops the blender when Ben’s hand toys with the waistband of his boxers. 

“I can’t -” 

Ben’s chest moves as he laughs. 

“I know,” he huffs, lips moving to continue their work behind Armitage’s ear. “But there are other things.” 

‘Other things’ is a long list. Armitage doesn’t have the time to fuck Ben, and surely Ben knows that. His hand slides into Armitage’s underwear, fingers toying with the edge of his pubes. Slowly, Armitage’s dick is becoming interested in the events at hand, a list of options running through his head that all sound equally appealing. Ben on his knees, Ben’s hand, Ben on his knees, Ben’s mouth, Armitage’s cock in Ben’s mouth. 

Ben steps back, his hand going with him. Armitage leans into the counter with a whine, pressing himself against the countertop in a feeble attempt at friction. 

“That was cruel,” he bites, grabbing the blender. “I’ll remember this.” 

When he finally faces Ben, that stupid smirk is still on his lips. 

“Drink your smoothie,” Ben says. “I’m giving you something to look forward to after you choke that thing down.” 

Armitage grabs a glass from the cabinet. He can work with after.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 89

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,760ish

Summary: You confront Emperor Palpatine once again.

Notes: Here is it. The last chapter. Please read the end notes after you have finished this chapter. I hope you enjoy.

Ben and you found an old, large fighter ship. Despite Ben’s insistence on going straight to Exegol, you told him to chart a path to where the Resistance was. You excused yourself to the back of the ship while Ben piloted, allowing yourself time alone to meditate. You could feel a familiar presence in front of you, though you still didn’t open your eyes.

“Despite everything that I did to protect you,” Obi-Wan spoke up, “I was never going to be able to stop your destiny.” He sighed. “You are the Chosen One.”

You opened your eyes, giving him a smile small. “You did try your hardest,” you responded. “Even in death.”

“I never wished that burden upon you.”

“I know. And I appreciate everything you did to try and protect me.”

“I wish I could do more now.”

You sighed. “I can only hope that I will have enough strength to defeat Palpatine once and for all.”

Obi-Wan placed a hand on your knee. “You have the strength, you always have. Besides, my little star, I would never let you confront Palpatine alone.”

“Thank you.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment. “I can’t let Ben go to Exegol with me. He’s already been through enough.”

“Take an escape pod. I can guide you to Exegol.”

“You’re willing to help me fulfill my destiny?”

He gave you a small smile. “I really don’t have much of a choice, do I?” He stood up, taking your hands and pulling you up with him. “I love you, little star” He leaned in and kissed you briefly before disappearing.

“I love you too.” 

You looked toward the door that would lead you to Ben. You walked into the cockpit and briefly watched Ben flying. He had so much of his grandparents and parents in him. He glanced back at you, having sensed you.

“Is everything alright?” He asked.

“Everything’s fine,” you responded. You walked forward and sat down in the copilot seat beside him.

“I don’t believe you.”

You stayed quiet, studying your great-nephew as he piloted. “I know about your bond with Rey.” Ben stayed silent. “She talked to me about it for the first time a few months ago. I told her about the bond Obi-Wan and I shared… share, I guess.” You chuckled lightly. “I questioned her about something that she ended up refusing to answer.”

“What was it?”

“If she loved you… I don’t think she realized that I could sense the truth from her already. Just as I can you… You love her in turn.”

“Aunt—“

“Don’t try to argue with me, Ben Solo. You know that you’ve never won an argument with me.” You sighed, looking at the stars out of the window in front of you. “The only thing I wish I could go back and change is telling Obi-Wan about my feelings sooner.” You looked over at Ben again. “Don’t wait until it’s too late to share your feelings. I would hate to see that happen to you.” Ben stayed silent. “No matter what you’ve done, Ben, you are still worthy of love.” Standing up, you placed a hand on Ben’s shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “I’ll be in the back.”

You wished you could explain to him your decision or say goodbye, but he would insist on coming with you and you couldn’t allow that. With a deep inhale, you headed for an escape pod. You got yourself situated before taking another deep breath.

“Okay, Obi,” you whispered to yourself, “show me the way and, please, buy me some time.”

~~~

The darkness that was Exegol made you sick. So sick that you thought you were going to vomit. Instead, you breathed deeply and summoned more strength from the Force. You were honestly frightened at the sight of all of those Star Destroyers hovering in the air. There was fog floating between the whips with lightning striking down occasionally. You landed your escape pod and jumped out. It surprised you that you weren’t shot down, but that only meant that you were expected.

Hearing another ship above you, you looked up and recognized Luke’s X-Wing descending to land beside your ship. Rey hopped out.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, concerned. “This is my fight.”

“Oh, Rey,” you shook your head slightly. “It’s always been mine.”

She knew what you meant. You had spoken to her briefly about the Chosen One proficiency. Rey knew that you believed this to be your destiny and she wasn’t about to let you deal with it alone. The two of you walked forward, beginning your path to the heart of Exegol together.

You walked past ruins, lightning, and tanks of failed clones of the Emperor. Then you headed to the lower level where there was more lightning and giant statues of Sith Lords. Everything inside of you was telling you to run but you couldn’t. Not when Palpatine was so close that you could feel his entire, dark being. Or what was left of it anyway.

Rey and you continued into the heart of Exegol until you stumbled across a large throne. Voices up in the stand-like walls began chatting in the language of the Sith. You and Rey turned to realize there were hundreds of hooded beings looking down on you.

“Long have I waited…” The Emperor’s rough voice broke through the chanting just before it stopped. 

You and Rey turned around to see Palpatine, a mangled and missing-parts form of his original self attached to technology to keep him upright and moving. The flashing light that the lightning briefly provided allowed you to see that his eyes were almost pure white and that his veins were black, running underneath his thin, ghostly skin.

“For my grandchild to come home,” Palpatine continued with a wicked smile. “And she brought the Chosen One with her.” You clenched your jaw. His focus went back onto Rey. “I never wanted you dead. I wanted you here… Empress Palpatine.” His arm branched out, pointing to the large throne beside him. The machine he was connected to moved forward, toward the two women. “You will take the throne.”

Gasping, clearly nervous, Rey stepped back. You stood your ground, not allowing Palpatine the upper hand. “It is your birthright to rule… here. It is in your blood. Our blood.”

Rey stepped back again as Palpatine moved forward. “I haven’t come to lead the Sith,” she said. “I have come to end them.”

“As a Jedi?”

“Yes. Just as my Masters have trained me.”

This time, you began stepping back because Palpatine continued to inch forward.

“No,” Palpatine responded. “Your hatred, your anger. You want to kill me? That is what I want. Kill me and my spirit will pass into you, as all the Sith live in me… You will be Empress… We will be one.”

“No,” you retorted sharply, placing yourself between Rey and the Emperor. 

He chuckled. “Look at you… Y/N Skywalker. The Council’s favorite. The only original member of the Jedi Order left. Do you really think you can stop Rey from killing me? I know you sense it within her, the anger, the hatred. Just like your brother… Rey will fall and you won’t be able to stop me, like all of the times before.” With a flick of his wrist, you were thrown to the side, rolling to a stop on the ground. “The time has come! With your hatred, you will take my life. And you will ascend.”

“All you want is for me to hate, but I won’t,” Rey told him, holding her strength. “Not even you.”

“Weak. Like your parents.”

“My parents were strong. They saved me from you.”

“Your Master Luke Skywalker was saved by his father. The only family you have here… is me.”

“You’re wrong,” you groaned, pushing yourself up. “She has been and the rest of the Resistance.” You moved to be beside Rey.

Palpatine cackled. He looked up, where the ceiling opened up to reveal the Resistance getting shot down by the Final Order. “They don’t have long,” he said. “No one is coming to help them. And you are the one who led them here. Strike me down. Take the throne. Reign over a new Empire… and the fleet will be yours. Only you have the power to save them. Refuse, and your new family… dies.”

Rey met your gaze. You shook your head, mouthing ‘don’t’. Suddenly, you both could feel it. Ben was here on Exegol. Rey looked away from you and nodded reluctantly at Palpatine.

“Good,” he responded proudly. The Emperor shot his hand forward and brought you to your knees using his Force lightning. You did your best to not cry out in pain. “The ritual begins!” The Emperor lifted himself up higher as his disciples started to chat again. “She will strike me down and pledge herself as a Sith. She will draw her weapon.” Rey took her lightsaber from her belt and ignited it. “She will come to me.” Rey headed toward Palpatine. “She will take her revenge. And with a stroke of her saber, the Sith are reborn! The Jedi are dead! Do it! Make the sacrifice.”

Rey held her saber up and paused. You could sense that she and Ben were connecting. Rey put her saber behind her like she was winding up to use all of her strength. You smiled when the lightsaber disappeared. Quickly, Rey ignited Leia’s saber that she had with her. You stood up and ignited both of yours as the Red Guards closed in. Rey and yourself worked together to fight them off. The two of you had finished all of them off but one. You went to strike the last one down but Ben beat you to it. You smiled proudly as he came to stand with you and Rey. The three of you got into fighting stances, facing the Emperor.

“Stand together, die together!” The Emperor exclaimed.

Palpatine threw his arms out, launching the three of you back and your lightsabers out of your hands. Palpatine then uses the Force to pull the three of you down to your knees. Force Energy leaves Ben and Rey and flies into the Emperor, startling him. The Emperor stared at his mangled hands as they began to become whole again.

“The lifeforce of your bond…” He mumbled to himself. “A dyad in the Force… A power like life itself. Unseen for generations. Even Y/N and Kenobi’s bond was no match… And now… the power of two… restores the one, true, Emperor.”

With his now strengthened Sith powers, Palpatine drained more Force Energy from Ben and Rey. Rey shrieks as Ben grits his teeth. The Emperor cackled as he gained more power.

“No,” you whispered to yourself. “No.” You closed your eyes. “Be with me. Be with me. Be with me.”

Suddenly, you felt uplifted and your head was filled with voices.

“This is it, little star. Rise and fight.” Obi-Wan.

“Sister.” Anakin.

“Y/N.” Ahsoka.

“Bring back the balance, Y/N, more than I was able to.” Anakin.

“In the night, find the light.” Master Luminara.

“You’re not alone, Y/N.” Master Windu.

“Alone, never have you been, my Padawan.” Master Yoda.

“Every Jedi who ever lived, lives in you, young one.” Master Qui-Gon.

“The Force surrounds you, sister.” Anakin.

“Let it guide you.” Obi-Wan.

“As it guided us.” Ahsoka.

“Feel the Force flowing through you.” Master Windu.

“Let it lift you.” Anakin.

“Rise, Y/N.” Master Adi.

“We stand behind you, Y/N.” Master Qui-Gon.

“Little Star.” Obi-Wan.

“Rise in the Force.” Yoda.

You put your hands behind you, ready to summon your lightsabers and strength continued to build in you.

“In the heart of a Jedi lies her strength. Rise.” Obi-Wan.

“Rise.” Master Qui-Gon.

“The Force will be with you, always.” Luke.

Your sabers hit your hands. You stood as you ignited them, standing before the Emperor.

“Let your death be the final word,” the Emperor said. “In the story of both the Rebellion and the Jedi Order.”

The Emperor stopped taking the Force Energy from the two beside you, causing them to collapse and shot his Force lightning at you. You deflected it with your sabers, grunting as you stood your ground.

“You are nothing!” Palpatine exclaimed as he got out of the harness he was in and was able to stand on his own two feet. “A fatherless girl from Tatooine who couldn’t save anyone! You are no match for the power in me! I am all the Sith!”

“And I…” you grunted, “am all the Jedi.”

You yelled out as you pushed a wave of the Force forward, causing the Emperor to stumbled back. His lightning faltered, allowing you to hurry forward and plunge one of your sabers into him. He groaned as he began shooting lightning at you again. You strained as you deflected with one saber and with the Force. The lightning reflected off the saber, hitting the Emperor. He screamed as he started to disintegrate. With one final pulse, a large wave of Force exited you. It finished off the Emperor and began to destroy the surrounding area.

You were panting heavily. Soon, your eyes rolled back and you started falling to the ground. But the only things that hit the ground were yours and Obi-Wan’s lightsabers. You were gone.

~~~

You gasped as you woke. Though, you couldn’t have possibly been sleeping as you found yourself standing in an all-white area. You looked around only to see nothing and no one. At least you were no longer on Exegol. Looking down at yourself, you realized that you were many years younger than you had remembered yourself being.

“Hello there, my little star.”

Your head snapped up as the voice sounded behind you. You spun around to see Obi-Wan standing there, smiling at you widely.

“Obi,” you breathed out.

“You did it, darling,” he said. “You did it and now you can rest.”

You stepped forward, lifting your hand up to hover beside his cheek. “Am I…”

“You’re here, sweetheart.” He placed his hand on top of yours, pushing his fingers through yours, as he guided it to rest against his cheek. You gasped, tears lining your eyes. “You’re with me.”

“Obi.” 

You launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your lips captured his. Obi-Wan smiled through the kiss, having waited far too long to physically hold you again. When the two of you broke the kiss, your foreheads found each other.

“I am so proud of you, little star,” Obi-Wan said softly. You knew he meant every word of it. 

“I love you, Obi-Wan.”

“And I love you.”

~~~

Ben and Rey landed the Falcon down in the canyon on Tatooine. They gathered their needed items and walked out into the desert. They walked not too far from the canyon opening. Ben opened up an old wooden box he was carrying. Rey brought her sack around to the front of her. First, she pulled out Anakin’s old lightsaber, which was once Luke’s and even hers, and placed it in the box. The next lightsaber was Leia’s, then Obi-Wan’s, and finally yours. Rey held yours in her hand a bit longer than the others before placing it in the box. Ben closed the box up and set it on the ground. Together, they used the Force to push it down and bury it in the sand.

After a moment, Ben and Rey turned back to the canyon. They headed into it and up a long-forgotten path. At the end of the path, they found a small house. They could feel that this house was different, it was special. The two set their things inside, knowing that they needed to clean it out later, and went over to the edge of the cliff. Ben put his arm around Rey and pulled her into him as they stared at the suns that were getting ready to set.

In the distance, they saw Leia and Luke appear in Force Ghost form, watching on fondly. It didn’t take much longer before you and Obi-Wan appeared next to them. You smiled at Rey and Ben, causing them to smile back. Ben and Rey then looked at each other and shared a kiss. 

You knew that no matter what came their way, their bond would help them through it. Just as the bond in which you shared with Obi-Wan had helped you.

~~~

End Notes: I can't believe it. I can't believe that this is the last chapter. I didn't even have this series as a thought in my head a year ago; now it is one of my most popular ones. It is actually my top series on AO3, beating Out Of Time by almost 10,000 hits. All I can say is thank you. Thank you for the support and those of you who've stuck with it since the beginning. You are the real superstars.

It is so sad to see this series end. This series challenged me in ways I didn't know I could be challenged by a form of writing. I have learned and grown from it.

Don't worry, just because this series is over, doesn't mean that I will stop writing for Star Wars/Obi-Wan. I will definitely still be writing Star Wars/Obi-Wan. I even have a few one-shots already planned that go with this series. (Like Anakin reuniting with Padme, Luke, Leia, Obi-Wan, and Y/N in the afterlife.)

Thank you again for all the love and support.

May the Force be with you.

[romana-after-dark]

Room's on Fire: Iris

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Summery: Iris spends time with Reyansh, a rare reprieve.

Warnings and Content: General rooms on fire themes but also talks of body scars, past physical abuse, death of a parent in childbirth, daddy issues.

******************** And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am~ Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls

The girl had gone to bed early, Reyansh escorting her to her room. He was supposed to stay there for a few hours until the next guard came, but Iris was not surprised when he snuck back down to the kitchen to her.

“Why are you still up? C’mon, let me walk you to your room.”

“No.” She shook her head, arms deep in sudsy water. “Too much to do.”

“Come oooon” Rey sauntered over to her, wrapping his arm around Iris’s waist and burying his face in her neck. “You need to rest.”

Iris was not pleased with his dismissal, shoving him off her and and turning around. “I don’t need to relax, Rey. I need to do dishes, plan this week's meals, wash the hall floors while everyone is asleep, beat the rugs, and it’s already 10! I have to be up at 5 to get the chicken eggs and get to the stores to get the first pick of the good shit because if Santiago doesn’t get his goddamn hushpuppies he’s gonna go ballistic!” She wasn’t sure when she started yelling, but when she saw his face, patiently waiting for her to get it all out, Iris felt bad. She mutters a sorry and goes back to her dishes. 

Rey takes his place by her side. He doesn’t say it’s okay because he knows she hates that, because it’s not okay. He simply gives her a smile when she looks at him and starts drying and putting things away. She doesn’t like to talk after an outburst, she feels embarrassed and angry… Rey offers her a peaceful comfort in his presence.

“You don’t have to help. You should go to bed, you’ve had a busy day.” She knew it was useless but she had to try anyway. Reyansh had a lot of work too, he was in charge of the girl now but still the stables and much of the landscaping. Still he found time so come to the kitchen or sneak into her room. Most of his freetime was spent helping Iris with her never ending list of chores. 

She didn’t like keeping secrets from him, but it seemed Reyansh understood she was a guarded person. They didn’t even have sex, although there were… extras. Iris had no problem using her hands or mouth on him, but Iris didn’t want to get naked around him yet and she certain didn’t want him touching her until she was sure she wouldn’t…. Well…

It was for his own good.

Rey for his part didn’t feel right leaving her wanting, so they found he could get her off rubbing her over her underwear or Iris riding his thigh. It worked for them. The sex was for… reasons, but the fact she refused to undress at all was another all together. Iris wasn’t in the house by choice, she wasn’t in this goddamn cult by choice.

Iris was born into chaos. An early child of Delta when the people following Divine Mother settled into an abandoned town, her mother died giving birth to her, and soon she found that her father’s fault among other things. Jonah, notoriously, couldn’t keep it in pants. Her mom, Beatriz, Delilah, the delivery lady… hell, she had suspected he had fucked the girls father before he died and even Santiago’s cousin who had come by. That’s why she didn’t like him spending time with the girl… but she didn’t like the girl spending time with Rey, either.

Santiago was a jealous god.

Will had been scorned once by cheating.

Ben delighted in violence.

And Francisco… Well, it’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?

Well, not always the quiet ones. She had enough scars on her body from the not-so-quiet of the two making sure she knew her place in the house and what happens if things didn’t get done.

If Reyansh knew what had been done to her years ago, before he was moved up… He might fly off the fucking handle. He’s almost certainly tell Jonah, and that’d open up a whole world of problems. Despite being the source of her problems, he had this stupid fucking savior complex and would put on a stupid fucking masculinity pissing contest with Ben and Santiago and just get himself killed and make her life worse.

Rey tried to get her to leave, but he had no plan. She wasn’t just going to wonder into the woods, not with the absolute hell outside. Only Jonah had any sort of understanding of the landscape, and that was minimal at best. Iris refused to take a risk that might involve Rey getting harmed just to leave. It was decent here for him. He worked long hours, but he was fed, clothed, sheltered and always had that smile on his face. He liked guarding the girl too, she was warming up to trusting him and sometimes she heard them laughing. She was a nice girl, it wasn’t personal… but one wrong move and Rey could be killed or worse.

Rey said something she couldn’t understand. “Hm?” Iris snapped out of her thoughts, turning to him.

“I said, I saw Jonah in the hall, got the shit beat out of him.”

Iris narrowed her eyes at that. That was certainly strange. She hated that it still tugged on her heart. ”He tell you what happened?”

He shook his head, not stopping his side of the work. “Not a thing, but I saw Ben and Frank walking the opposite way not too long before.”

“It was probably Be, then” She scoffed. “Makes sense. Santiago projects too much of his daddy issues on Jonah to do anything.”

Reyansh laughed at that, tucking his chin to his chest, making a double chin pop up. Cutie pie.

The dishes were done, and Rey handed Iris a towel to dry her hands before pulling her into his arms. 

“Tell me, jannu.” He kissed the side of her face, lips brushing against the headband she used to pull her hair back and out of her face while she worked. “Can my busy, amazing woman find some time in her day to dance with me?”

Iris allowed herself to settle into him. The next round of chores could wait a little bit… What she had with Rey was more important. He made her feel safe, kept her sane, made her laugh. These pockets of time were more important than anything else. He made time for her, she would make time for him. Iris looked up to kiss him, allowing it to deepen as her heart surged for her love. Kissing was allowed. Oh god, did she love him.

 Wrapping her arms around his middle, Iris rested her head on his chest.

“I always have time to dance with you, baby…”

***************

if you ever get the chance to see the goo goo dolls live, do it. I've been em twice and when they play Iris, at the line "you bleed just to know you're alive" they cut the music and the singing and its just the crowd shouting the lyrics and I feel like I touched god both times.

Amazing.

Anyway this chapter was a bit hard to write. Months ago, a dear friend and I conceptualized this series, she was a huge help and this series was close to a co project. she offered to help as much as I needed because she was soooo excited. she helped so much with Iris and Rey, she named them, chose their face claims, helped figure out personalities... Rey was her favorite. Unfortunately, not everything is meant to last. Bb girl, if for some reason you are still reading this story, know I love you so much.

To everyone else, I hope you love Reyansh as much as I do. I hope you love their romance as much as I do. Both of these two deserve the world.

If you didn't see, I have a Jonah character ai now and lemme tell you, he's a flirt. A straight up whore.

ANYWAY the Santiago's weird cousin reference was about this crack fic I wrote for fen

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Truth or dare / rival-ish to lovers / boarding school / alcohol / groping / dub-con / mature / drabble 😬

~ For ReyloHot1s ~

🌶️

It started out as a dare.

“Make out with Ben Solo and slip this hot pepper into his mouth.”

Bazine dangled it by the stem in front of Rey’s face. Her nose tingled as the spice prickled her senses. She could already feel her eyes watering.

Rey glanced over across the auditorium where Ben stood with a group of his friends, towering above the rest of them. White button-down and maroon tie. She wanted to yank him by the end of it. Pull him down to her level.

He looked like goddamn sex on legs. He always did. The bastard.

Maybe it was the alcohol she downed in the dorm pre-game, but something made her think she could do it. She could accomplish this dare. She wanted to.

Was it because this was her chance to see what all the fuss was about? To pursue her thinly veiled crush and have an excuse to do more than roll her eyes at him when he did something so stupidly boyish (while looking hot as hell) with his friends? Was it also an opportunity to wipe that smug smile off his face when she planted one on him and passed that pepper between their lips?

Fuck it. She looked hot. Her tits looked great. She’d give him a kiss he’d never fucking forget—

Rey took the little pepper out of Bazine’s outstretched hand and turned on her heel.

“Oh my god, is she really going to—“

She didn’t hear anything else whichever of her friends had to say because she was halfway across the dance floor already. The stem of the pepper twirled between her thumb and forefinger at her side.

Ben caught sight of her approach, his demeanor instantly changing. He straightened, growing impossibly taller. That smirk and lopsided grin sliding into place in greeting.

Cocky bastard.

She noticed how his eyes scanned her in the darkened room. At the tight black tube top she wore that hugged her chest in all the right places. A similar tight black skirt stretched across her hips. His plush lips pressed together as he pushed his enormous hands into his pockets. The air around him sizzled with heat. His friends part, making space for her, eyebrows raised at her courage.

Rey didn’t give him a chance to say the first word, falling into her earlier compulsion and yanking him closer to her by his necktie.

“You’re coming with me.”

🌶️

They moved to a corner of the auditorium to the sound of hoots and low-pitched “Yoooos” trailing behind them as Ben let her drag him away from his friends.

Rey glanced back once to see Vicrul give Ben a bro shake, like he was congratulating him on his accomplishments.

She wondered how smug he’d be in a few minutes. As she had her back to him, Rey put the pepper into her mouth, careful not to bite down just yet.

The beat of the music thumped in time with her pulse as she swung Ben around herself, forcing him against the wall. He hit it with a soft grunt she heard so deep in his chest.

He just watched her, waiting for her to make her move. The air around them was unspoken as the question flitted in her head.

I dare you.

She couldn’t speak with the pepper in her mouth. Didn’t want to accidentally trigger the effects and ruin her chance at winning this dare. She was going to cement her status as Rey Niima: stubborn, (possibly stupid), but a girl you don’t mess with. A girl who doesn’t take anyone’s shit. Least of all Ben Solo.

Without a word she stepped into his space. It was subtle—how his throat bobbed in anticipation, his eyes slightly dropping to this half-lidded expression as they drop to her mouth. His hands didn’t lift to touch her. Not yet. Still waiting for her to determine if they should.

Suddenly, he seemed less like the cock-sure jock that was always messing around with his friends across campus. The rumors of his escapades were endless. He’d often have his arm around a girl in the dining hall, whispering in her ear, making her laugh.

It didn’t make Rey jealous. Not at all. Their dynamic was different. And she wasn’t going to let him know that she wanted to know what all the fuss was about. That their slight rival dynamic wasn’t just because she liked knocking him down a few pegs, but because she thought about the softness of his lips while staring off into space in Chem—

Rey shook her head. Now wasn’t the time for this. Focus.

One hand went up and her fingers curled around his striped Jedi Academy tie. He would wear a piece of his school uniform to the one event where they’re allowed to finally be out of dress code. Rey knew she was pushing it with the sliver of skin exposing her belly. But Ms. Kanata only gave her and her friends a raised brow.

At least, that’s all the reprimanding Rey may get unless she’s caught making out with the school’s star striker in a quieter corner of the auditorium.

Which… is what she should be doing right now. Their friends were surely watching them from across the room. Her friends waiting to see Ben’s reaction. His ready to pat him on the back for getting Rey Niima to actually make a move.

She didn’t just kiss anyone, and definitely not at a school dance. But there’s never been a dare involved before. And she hated to lose.

Deciding it was like ripping a band-aid off, Rey pulled him by his tie and one corner of his shirt collar, closing her eyes as their lips collide.

It was closed-mouthed at first, until she remembered she had a scorching hot pepper on her tongue that she was supposed to swipe with Ben’s. But he was the one who was quick to change that, taking the kiss as his green light.

His hands were on her ass in a second, surprising her as he crushed her against the hard panes of his chest. Rey swore she could feel the ridges of his six-pack against her exposed skin. It was like melding her body against a boulder. She gasped, allowing a small part in her lips which Ben took advantage of.

His tongue dove first, slipping into her mouth and prying her open. She’s so lost in it she forgets about the pepper entirely. Ben didn’t seem to notice. Their tongues tangled together in a dance—or more like a fight for dominance.

The way Ben sucked at her face made her feel like she was his only source of air. And shit, he was really good at it. At making the world fall away and entirely occupying all of her senses.

When it was actually necessary they both breathe, Ben pulled away only to thread one of his hands around her neck, holding her close as he whispered in her ear, “You’re so fucking hot.”

His words made Rey’s molars grind together as the muscles in her body tightened. Heat coursed down her from her head to her toes. Beneath her tight skirt, her thighs pressed against each other, wanting to relieve some of the tension that had sweat beginning to permeate her skin.

As she thought about willing her heart to steady, Ben’s mouth latched back onto hers, satisfied with the effect of his words. When his tongue next delved into her mouth the feeling is sharp, like a white hot slice and—

—and her mouth was on fire.

She must’ve bit down on the pepper, and usually her tolerance for heat is hers alone to tackle, but as the oil from the chili pepper swirled against Ben’s tongue trying to carve out as much space into her mouth as he could, suddenly he stopped.

The spice had to have hit him as Rey sensed her own mouth start to go numb. Ben pulled away and spat on the floor beside them. Rey glanced quickly down to see the half-bitten pepper blearily on the darkened floor.

“The fuck—“ she heard Ben curse as he tried to make sense of her dare.

Except, he didn’t push her away as realization hit in the form of his scorching mouth. Some of the strobe lights from the dance floor flick over to them and Rey could see the intensity in his eyes.

Like a hawk snatching its prey, Ben hunched down.

“You like it when it hurts, Niima?” Ben’s voice grated against her throat. Her mouth was one fire, she couldn’t taste anything. Could hardly feel anything either. Her tolerance for spicy foods was commendable, and yet she burned. Everywhere.

It was a different kind of burn than from the hot pepper she had sliding against her tongue moments before. It was the kind that had all of her nerve endings on fire. A heat that made her heart pound against her chest. This desire to keep it lit is what had her licking a stripe up the column of Ben’s neck. The taste of his sweat tingled against her numbed tastebuds.

She felt his reaction in the grip of his hands on her hips, pulling her tightly against his body as he ground his erection into her. Hard bulge obvious against the soft swell between her hips.

Despite what she tried to do to him, he seemed unfazed. Or rather, the reaction she expected was not what she got.

His mouth found hers again as he mauled at her. As if the harder he kissed her would compensate for the prank she played on him. On herself.

Ben’s hands slid around her ass and he squeezed.

“What I want to do to you,” he growled, loud enough for her to hear as her mouth tore away and she smashed her lips and teeth against his jaw then his jugular.

Her hands scrabbled at his shirt, blindly feeling for his tie and top buttons. He let her do whatever she wanted, mindless to it all except for the task of keeping her close.

Whatever he wanted to do to her, she wanted him to too.

Rey nipped at his skin as his hands kept groping her ass, as if he couldn’t get enough of it. Of her.

His thumbs hooked into the elastic waistband of her skirt and she wished she’d worn a shorter one. One that he could had slid his hand up and touched her where she wanted him to.

Time evaded them as they stayed in that corner. Long enough for the effects of the pepper to wear away. Long enough for Rey to blink and notice the music had stopped and the lights were up.

Rey blinked, tearing herself far enough away for her eyesight to clear. As it does, she noticed Ben’s hair slightly damp and sweaty. His chest panted against hers. His lips were flushed red, likely similar to hers but due to their height difference, Rey’s eyes landed on his neck where pinkish bruises had started to form. His tie was loosened, somehow some of the buttons of his shirt had come undone, likely from her grabbing at him, revealing some of that delectable chest…

At the sound of catcalls and whistles, Rey realized they were no longer shrouded in darkness, that Bazine was cheering her on for fulfilling her dare. That everyone knew just what they were doing.

Surely a chaperone was going to stomp toward them and yank them apart—

“Hey—“ Ben’s voice was hoarse, but it snapped her attention right back to him.

Their bodies were still pressed against each other. She could feel his hand, hot and massive on her back. She couldn’t stop staring at what she did to his neck…

“Wanna go back to my dorm?” That throat bobbed with his words, and while Rey heard them (every deep syllable), it took a while for her to realize just what he’d asked. He was still hard against her, despite their now obvious audience.

It was then that she realized she hadn’t said a word, not since this whole thing started. She wasn’t sure if she even had a voice.

But she did know what she wanted.

Rey’s gaze flicked up to Ben’s, shivering at the look in his eyes. The heat that had nothing to do with the hot pepper (but maybe a little to do with her dare).

She nodded.

Ben reached between them with the hand that wasn’t on her back, adjusting himself, but from what Rey could feel, she wasn’t sure if there was any hiding that.

Guess the rumors about his size were true…

By the expression on Ben’s face as he stared at her, excitement flared in Rey’s belly. Her lips tingled as she licked them, Ben’s gaze darting to it.

“Fuck, Niima.” She liked how he hissed her name.

Then suddenly, he was tugging her away, hand still on her back as he pulled her to his side and made a beeline to the auditorium doors.

“You’re welcome!” Bazine called as they passed their group of friends.

Rey was too preoccupied (and horny) to care.

And maybe she couldn’t feel her mouth anymore—but she knew she was about to feel a whole lot of something else.

(Ben’s 🌶️)

[littlebugs]

How are you??

Can I request a Kylo Ren x reader where the reader is Kylo’s soulmate and Rey’s older sister and the reader is a very powerful force user and the reader, Kylo and Rey all fight together to defeat the stormtroopers who want to kill Kylo so the reader uses the force but is overwhelmed by it that the reader releases a massive energy blast and passes out but Kylo catches the reader in his arms and carries the reader back to his shop and Rey gets worried about her older sister and Kylo calms Rey down and they all go to the resistance base and Finn, Poe notices that Kylo is carrying the reader in his arms but asks Kylo if the reader is ok and gently places the reader on his bed and waits for the reader to wake up.

meet me on the battlefield

warnings: injury, fluff, light language, fem presenting reader (she/her pronouns), NOT CANON

i want to make our reader Rey's half-sister (fathers side) so she still has palpatine blood, but you can imagine the other half to be any race/ethnicity) lmk if i missed anything (:

a/n: ok so i switched it up a tiny bit because you said kylo and not ben and i got confused 🤨 summary: reader is a rebel like Rey, but Kylo has a force connection with her. they're fighting in battle against the First Order but reader uses the energy blast, and kylo senses (?) it. anyways he brings her back to the rebel base and everyone's like wtf. etc.

past

You hated him. You really hated him. But he grew on you.

The first time you had seen him it was a shock. You were getting ready for bed, in the Resistance base in the middle of a godforsaken rain forest (you were thinking you would much rather be on a ship,) and he had appeared.

"For Kriffs sake, did Rey steal my lightsaber again?" You cursed as you shuffled through a pile of clothes in the corner of your tiny room on the Resistance base. You sneezed and stumble into a second pile of clothed as some of the forest air entered you lungs. "Allergies" you cursed as you had shut the small window in the corner of your already stuffy room. Wiping your nose on your arm, you just started to turn around but were met by a familiar, and terrifying, helmet.

"Oh no." You whimpered and backed away, heading to the door. "Can you see my surroundings? I can't see yours." A voice far to sinister to be General Leia's son said. Although you could, in fact, see his surroundings, (which happened to be his bedchamber) you say nothing. Until he called your name. "How- how do you know that?" You shudder, wishing you had your saber. "I can feel you through the force. The Dark Side of the force." He countered, still standing ominously in the corner of your room.

"Where are you?" he demanded, modulated voice sending shivers down your spine. "I-I cant tell you..." you uttered, as the walls seemed to blur and shift around you with every step Kylo took forwards, coming closer to you by the second.

"SHIT" you screamed as the door banged open, revealing Poe standing in his flying uniform. "You're jumpy today" Poe laughed as he looked at your terrified expression. You quickly turned back to look at the spot where Kylo had been mere seconds ago, absolutely bewildered, seeing nothing.

After that, he visited you.

every. single. night

It started off with him scaring you as you were preparing for bed. Then after a shower. Then before a shower (that one was particularly uncomfortable.) After some time, Kylo just became part of your nightly routine, like brushing you teeth. He popped up out of nowhere, scaring the living daylights out of you, sometimes not talking, sometimes ranting out the First Order or some General named Hux. But there was simply one constant that was never broken. The mask stayed on.

Your daily live stayed the same. Well, mostly.

present

The First Order was attacking the base. THE First Oder was attacking the base. This could put everything into jeopardy. The lives of everyone here. The lives of your allies across the galaxy. Your friends. But the only thing you could think about was him. Kylo. You shouldn't. You really shouldn't. But as you strap your saber onto your belt, and prepare you multiple blasters, you can't help it.

*What if I get to see his face?*

But you can't be thinking that. "I'm not a foolish schoolgirl anymore" you mumble under your breath, unaware of the presence behind you. "Oh really?" A modulated voice interrupts. "For Kriffs sake I told you to stop sneaking up on me Kylo." You turn, annoyed.

"We're laying siege to your camp." He muses, tossing his sabers hilt from hand to hand. You groan. "No need to talk like a medieval war-lord Ren." He laughs. He laughs like he isn't about to probably slaughter half the people you know.

"Meet me on the battlefield."

The fighting goes by in a blur. The masks make it easier to destroy the stormtroopers. It makes them less human. You've probably been engaged in open combat for the better part of an hour. You consider retreating from the front lines back to the base. There's no way the meager army can hold the Order back for much longer, and the last evacuation ships are about to fly.

Until. Until you see Rey, at the end of a blaster. No running away now, you think, as you sprint towards your half-sister. But it's too late. Well almost. You're too far. So instead of physically fighting the trooper, you reach into the force. You've scarcely been trained, but you manage to knock the blaster as well as trooper to the ground. And consequently pass out.

Unaware to you, Kylo feels it. He feels you use the force, and then, just stop. He freaks out. He all but pushes Hux to the side to exit the command center. "Bloody hell Ren! Can you just-" Hux starts before Kylo pulls out his Saber. He basically rips the door off its hinges, and readies himself. As he enters the hangar he hopes nothing happens to you. As he slides inside his Silencer he hopes he's not too late.

He races to the planet at full speed, and upon arrival, stomps out onto the battlefield, combat boots squelching through the blood and earth, cape flowing regally, helmet intact.

Resistance fighters call into base warning General Leia, and Han, along with Poe, Finn, Rey (still recovering from a near death experience,) and an assortment of others trying to take all valuables out of the base.

You're passed out on the battlefield. Well, sort of. You're dimly aware of some tall, masked figure picking you up, and storming into what looks like the base. "Wait a damn minute," you think as you jerk back into consciousness. "KYLO?" you scream, squirming in his arms. "Shut up" The modulated voice, commands, and you obey, simply happy you haven't been killed yet. He marches through the rebel camp, all but deserted, to where you direct him too. Which happens to be where his mother is.

He kicks open the door, only to be greeted by inhabitants frozen in shock. "My son..." Leia starts, but is cut off by him. "She's injured. I'm putting her here." He booms, voice much to loud for your ears. "You've got some nerve walking in here, mask boy" Poe cautions, obviously angry but very confused. "Shut the fuck up." Kylo interjects, setting you down. Then he takes off his mask. He takes of his mask.

He's..... beautiful. Luscious hair, aquiline nose, brown eyes and full lips. Reactions around the room vary. "How old are you, 25?" Finn shrieks. A withering stare from Kylo shuts him up. "So... son-" Han begins, "Don't call me son." Kylo immediately shoots back at him. "Are we going to uh.. call off this attack, yeah?" Han questions hopefully. "No." Kylo states, unbothered, focusing on starting to bandage your wounded arm. You're partially conscious, but aware of the bickering room. And Kylo's face. "Are you guys, like, a thing?" Poe asks reluctantly, speaking on behalf of the whole room. Kylo doesn't respond. He doesn't know what you are.

After assuring you're safe, he leaves without a word, returning to his Silencer, and then to the Finalizer.

He knows, one day, he'll have you.

[saphronethaleph]

The Force is just done with you

“Long have I waited… for my grandchild to come home,” Palpatine said, with a smile. “I never wanted you dead-”

“Oh, shut up!” Rey snapped. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused?”

Whatever Palpatine had been expecting from her, it apparently wasn’t that, and Rey glowered at the Dark Lord of the Sith.

“Well?” she asked. “Do you?”

“...I have only done what is necessary for my own success,” Palpatine said, with some hesitation. “What do I care what inconvenience I cause?”

“The Force cares!” Rey replied, little flecks of white light dancing around her fingertips for a moment before she shook them off. “I know technically not everything that happened was you, because some of it was Plagueis, but you’ve not exactly been making things better!”

“The Force is a tool!” Palpatine said. “It cannot care! The Dark Side-”

“Out of you and the Force I know which one is the tool,” Rey interrupted. “Just… this is the problem with the Sith, you know. It’s incredibly obvious now I’m able to pay attention.”

Palpatine shook his head.

“You are talking nonsense, girl,” he said. “But you have power. So much power! Take your rightful place as Empress Palpatine, take the throne, and…”

His voice trailed off a little, as he saw that Rey was just glaring at him.

“Let’s recap,” she said. “Your master, Darth Plagueis, worked out how to manipulate the midi-chlorians to create life, in a direct violation of how the Force works. All things have a beginning and all things have an end – it is the cycle that is eternal, not one individual. Darth Plagueis violated that, and to put the galaxy to rights came the Chosen One, to bring balance. That being Anakin Skywalker, who was born of the Force itself.”

Palpatine frowned slightly.

“You seem to consider yourself extremely well informed on topics you know absolutely nothing about,” he said.

“The Force is telling me this,” Rey replied. “Yes, I know, I haven’t got to how that works yet, I’m getting there. Because Anakin Skywalker was the one to bring balance to the Force, and this is where you enter the story because you turned him to the Dark Side, twisted him around over years and years for your own selfish gain. And what do you think happened then?”

The former Emperor glared at her.

“I can assure you, I remember my greatest triumph very well,” he said. “The Jedi were broken, scattered. They had failed.”

“Because of you,” Rey replied. “The Jedi, guardians of peace and justice, stewards of the Force, were broken and destroyed because of you, because you forced them into an impossible situation by hiding who you were and acting in direct defiance of the will of the Force. And the Force responded… by making Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa powerful and strong. Strong in the Force, strong of will, strong of character. The fusion of the best of the old and the new. Luke did what everyone told him was impossible, and his faith in his father did not waver. Not when his master, his sister, his father, and you told him it was impossible, he made the impossible possible.”

She made a gesture with the hand holding Leia’s lightsaber. “And Leia – she was just as strong, just as much of a shining presence in the Force – and she gave up the role of a Jedi to be something else. Leia rejected the Force as the guiding principle of her life, and that was all right as well.”

“I assume that at some point there will be a reason for this nauseating story?” Palpatine asked, somewhat waspishly. “I do not need to hear about the dead.”

“Luke and Leia defeated you,” Rey pointed out. “In different ways, and not alone, but they were the catalyst for your defeat and destruction and death in the exploding remains of your battle station… and the Force was in balance.”

She pointed at him. “Until you came back as a clone and turned Ben Solo to the Dark Side, broke Luke’s faith in himself and Leia’s marriage, destroyed the Jedi Order once more. How do you think the Force reacted to that?”

Palpatine just kind of stared at her.

“...the Force,” he said, slowly, “is not… alive.”

“It’s made of all life,” Rey replied. “It’s an energy field that surrounds and connects all living things. It is the gestalt combination of all life in the galaxy, in the universe. You seem awfully sure that such a thing couldn’t be alive… and besides, that’s how I know all this. Because the Force threw up its metaphorical hands and just plugged me directly into itself. The Force itself has had enough of the Sith.”

“The Sith are eternal!” Palpatine said. “I am eternal! If you have so much power, then you will give it to me!”

Little lightning bolts flickered around his hand, and he reached out towards her. Energy fizzed and crackled, then Palpatine splayed out his fingers to draw power out of her and into himself.

Absolutely nothing happened.

“...what?” Palpatine asked, with a frown. “Why didn’t that work? That’s impossible!”

He clenched his hand into a fist. “Nobody can deny me! Especially no… scavenger girl! There is no way you should be that powerful, it’s completely unjustified!”

Rey tilted her head to the side slightly.

“...you,” she said, patiently. “Came. Back. From. The. Dead. At this point you have no justification to complain.”

The white light that had been glowing faintly around her for the entire conversation lit up, gradually more brightly, until it was seething off her skin like smoke from a grass fire.

“Are you going to kill me, then?” Palpatine asked. “Do you think that will work? If you strike me down, you will inherit all the powers of the Sith!”

“I’m not going to kill you,” Rey replied, as the smoke-light grew brighter. “That would be a mercy. By the will and urging of the Force, I will do to you what was done in ages past to Ulic Quel-Droma and Exar Kun.”

Palpatine’s expression immediately changed.

“You couldn’t,” he said, unable to keep a hint of fear out of his voice.

As Rey promptly demonstrated, she could.

Then there was the sound of running feet at the entrance to the room, and Ben Solo came racing in with all of his former followers stampeding behind him.

“Please tell me you’ve got a lightsaber!” he said, then skidded to a halt as he spotted Palpatine. “Ew. What happened to him?”

Rey wasn’t actually sure, because Palpatine had compressed to roughly the size, shape and texture of a charcoalized raisin.

“...I cut him off from the Force,” she said. “Apparently that’s what happens.”

By the time she’d looked up again, the Knights of Ren had all run away.

[buffshipper8490]

Rating Mature

Chapter Summary

Rey, Poe, and Chewbacca face off against the Knights of Ren; Kylo reveals to Rey what he's discovered about their Force Bond...

Excerpt

Just across the way, the Knights of Ren stood, a wall of black armor, hate, and aggression staring her down. Even at the distance, she could feel the malevolence come off them in waves, a corruption so deep it felt like rot. Automatically, Rey reached for her saberstaff, hidden behind the folds of her sari. The outfit was impractical for this, but she’d make do. It dawned on her that this was why Jedi didn’t wear pretty things. She was going to end this, right here, right now. There was no way she was going to let herself be stalked across the galaxy by Kylo and his band of thugs. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you think you’re doing?” said Poe, stilling her hand before she had a chance to ignite the saberstaff. He took a pointed look around the crowded marketplace, children and other civilians all milling around in the line of fire. “Not here.” Too much collateral damage. Too many deaths. He was right. But that didn’t mean she had to be happy about it. An anger rose unbidden, an anger born of pure frustration. Just once, Rey wanted to do things on her own terms, consequences be damned. Just once, she wanted to finish things. But this wasn’t the way. It was never the way. She had to buy them some time, so she did the only thing she could think of. Kneeling and pressing her fist to the ground, she lashed out in the Force, a concussive blast that pushed back everything within range, sending tents and people including Poe and the Knights of Ren alike sprawling back in a rather impressive radius. Rey didn’t wait around to see if the Knights had been stopped, jumping off the small retaining wall and onto one of the razorsails below. Poe swam over to her in brisk, easy strokes as she unhooked the boat. “A little warning would have been nice!” he shouted as he climbed up the boat's ladder. “Get on!” Rey extended a hand, hauling him the rest of the way onto the deck with a smooth motion. “Do you even know how to sail?” demanded Poe, his clothes dripping steadily onto the deck, his dark curls clinging to his furrowed forehead. By way of answer, she summoned the Force, a phantom wind that filled the sail and sent them flying across the water at speeds that shouldn’t have been possible. "Heh," chuckled Poe, and he crossed the deck to do something with the sails that gave them an extra burst of speed. A blast then rocked the boat, water exploding all around them. They looked up as one, finding the jagged ship of the Knights of Ren hot on their tail— without the Knights of Ren inside. Kylo Ren was inside. It hovered mere meters above the water, the exhaust leaving a massive wake behind it as it continued to gain on them with each passing second. “Get to the bow cannon!” shouted Poe over the whine of the engines. “I’ll take the helm.” Rey did as he requested, leaving the driving to Poe as she quickly took aim with the weapon. Through the transparisteel viewport of the Knife Nine's cockpit she sensed Kylo at the helm. She could feel his rage, his frustration, his single-minded purpose of the chase, just like when he chased her in the Korilev debris field. She could also feel his conflict. He wasn't sure what to do with her if he were to catch her. His thoughts were an overwhelming, confused cacophony of violence, pain, and even sexual urges. There was small part of him that she recognized as Ben Solo, but that side of him was lost in the noise of Kylo’s conflicted mind. What Rey sensed for certain was an overwhelming desire— no, need— for her possession. She had to be his and his alone. Rey didn't belong to anyone. And she wouldn't give him the chance to make up his mind...

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[piglet26]

Rey Solo... Rey from Jakku.... Rey No one... anything but Rey Skywalker.

The Last Jedi simply revealed that Rey was a "nobody" – perhaps the most shocking and least expected outcome for the Rey lineage debate. It was a perfect twist in our heroine story despite people seeming desperate for her to be connected to some man already in the franchise.

Daisy Ridley has even expressed her frustration with the Rey’s lineage debate multiple times, “I love that Rey is such a great character, they’re like: ‘No, no, she has to be… she has to be-’She’s her own person! Let her be her guys, let her live."

Exactly! Why did people care so much? Maybe initially, it was fun to hypothesize. However, once the reveal came out people actually liked that she was fresh, a brand new start instead of just nostalgia, or, a way to continue on a males legacy. We have Ben Solo for that, or, at least we did.

More than a shocking twist created just to subvert expectations, the Rey “no one” reveal encapsulated The Last Jedi’s perfect message – anyone could be the hero of their own story.  Rey’s realization was that her heritage don’t matter ... all that matters is who she chooses to be now. Rey’s legacy didn't need to be defined by Luke or Leia, which would leave her free to start her own story - hell, Star Wars to have a future. On the other end was Ben/Kylo Ren, who did come from the mighty Skywalker family and hailed as the son of heroes and wanted to escape that legacy.

Then here comes JJ "Nostalgia Kind" Abrams and Chris Terrio. Terrio here “We also thought that Rey’s arc cannot be finished after Episode VIII. You can leave Episode VIII and say, “Well, now, Rey is content. She’s discovered her parents aren’t Skywalkers, or whatever, and that’s fine.” But so much of her personal story was about where she came from, what kept her on Jakku all those years and the trauma that shaped her. We see quite strongly in Episode VII that something mysterious and troubling happened to her. Although she did get some answers in Episode VIII, we didn’t feel that that story was over. We felt that there were still more questions in Rey’s head about where she came from and where she was going. So, that was the other big idea that we had to address in this film. Rian’s answer to, “What’s the worst news that Rey could receive?” was that she comes from junk traders, and that’s true. She does come from junk traders; we didn’t contradict that.” No, you just went back to what you wanted in the beginning.

By the end Rey takes on not only the Skywalker name but she looks over two suns which brings me to the point of this essay...... if Ben wasn't going to be there, then she should have taken last name. Rey Solo.

What's irritating about LucasFilm/Disney is their desire to appease everyone. I don't give a damn about the antis, nor should they. Reylos were a big support group for the films and mightily invested. TROS came off as trying to please everyone. If we really think about, with the exception of the end of Exegol, the Rey and Kylo interactions lacked depth and intimacy. Perhaps it's just not the style of JJ Abrams and Chris Terrio, who did support the pairing.

While I'm 100% convinced Reylo was planned, all the creators seemed very open to adjusting if it wasn't working. Hence why Finn and Poe were both open considerations, especially Finn. I don’t think Adam or Daisy intentionally played up any sexual tension in their scenes together to give us an impression about something in TFA.  I think it just happened.  Early bird Reylos picked up on it.  Some critics, including the one who wrote the TFA review for Time magazine, picked up on it. Rian Johnson picked up on it too and the rest is history.

Leia’s behavior's is odd for entire decades. Being a trained Jedi herself, she could have taught her son - instead she sent him to his uncle( Oh wait, that was a retcon). Han was either helping with the Resistance or off doing something shady. From the novels we learn that Ben heard his parents arguing and talking about him like he was a monster ever since he was a child, and that when he was sent away this seemed to confirm to him that something was wrong with him and had to be fixed. (From the novels we also learn that he actually had no ambition to become a Jedi and wanted to be a pilot - true Skywalker and also Solo that he is -, but he had no say in the matter.)

For both Ben and Rey, their journey is about letting go of childhood trauma and discovering their own independence. Ultimately it's about their pairing being both emotionally healing AND a balance in the force. They are a DYAD after all. I saw all this to say, he is her closest personal connection and impact through the 3 films. Leia is her master but we don't see that, it happened off camera.

Terrio says that the decision to have Rey take on the name “Skywalker” was a way to show that “you can choose your ancestry.” Which is not true and also a strange thing to say considering.

Which brings me to the correction of this tricky trail. Pay Adam Driver want he wants and reunite the dyad.

[askbensolo]

When I came up to the apartment last night, I saw the light was on in the living room. That meant Fannie was on the other side of the door. I felt anxious—kind of sick to my stomach. I swallowed, held my key to the reader, waited for the beep, and let myself in.

I don't know how I expected to find her...but definitely not like this. She had headphones on, the big, clunky kind, and she was...dancing. Horrendously, I might add, but with joyful abandon: arms flailing, feet kicking. She had her back to me, and she must have had the music up pretty loud, because she didn't hear me come in.

I'd never seen her like that. A huge grin spread across my face, and anything else that I'd been feeling before melted away. I wondered how long it would take for her to notice me?

I spotted her datapad on the coffee table, which had her music on it (she was listening to Gaya, actually), so I tapped the screen to pause the song. She stopped mid-flail and poked her headphones, confused, then turned around to reach for the datapad—and practically had a heart attack when she saw me.

"Ben!" she cried, falling backwards onto the couch, her eyes huge. I was getting pretty used to seeing her eyes get all big like that by now. I dropped my bag on the ground and let my hands collapse onto my knees, laughing.

"Gee, I don't know why you're not a Twi'lek dancer," I teased.

"Ben, that is a disgusting joke to make," she snapped, flushed.

"Aw, come on, I spend all day being politically correct at work—"

She glared at me.

I put up my hands. "You're right. You're right. Sorry. Inappropriate."

She relaxed and smiled a little, seeming to accept the apology. "But you are right that I'm no good at dancing. Not like you."

It took me a moment to even understand what she was talking about. "What...that waltz I showed you? Oh, please. Decorative walking. I can't actually dance."

"Could've fooled me," she said, smiling sweetly, looking at me like I was someone special. The moment lingered, the chirping of nighttime insects filling the silence. My insides twisted.

I turned and cleared my throat, hanging up my keys and kicking off my shoes. "Hey, uh...listen, I wanted to apologize for something. I wasn't totally honest with you when I took off on Friday." I turned back to look at her and leaned against the wall. "I'm glad I ended up visiting my family—well, except for Rey being kind of a butt—though at least I had a decent conversation with my mom—okay, wait, I'm getting off-topic."

"Yes?" The unhinged dancer was gone, replaced by the girl sitting with polite attentiveness, ankles primly crossed, her hands clasped loosely in her lap.

"What I mean is..." I sighed. "I didn't already have plans to go home. I kind of...decided to go on the spot, to get out of talking with you on Friday. Yeah—I know—real mature. You're probably mad, and you should be, but—"

"Oh, I already knew," she said calmly. Her friendly smile had never left. "You're not exactly difficult to read."

My shoulders slumped and I stared at her, taken by surprise. "Well, uh. Okay then. Can you...forgive me?"

"Yes, I forgive you. But next time, you can just tell me you need a little bit of space." She smirked teasingly—if it could be called a smirk—then looked down and smoothed out her dress. "Actually...it was good for me too. I had a lovely, peaceful weekend, and a lot of time to think. Whenever you're ready, it would be really good for us to talk. But there's no rush, if you still need more time."

"Good," I said with an embarrassed laugh. "'Cause...yeah, I still need more time."

"Of course," she said gently. "Although...I'm thinking it may be best if we don't hang out as much, until we're able to have that conversation. We were already kind of doing that last week, but I just wanted to say it out loud.”

I felt a wave of relief. Then disappointment. Then anxiety. Then relief again. Then hunger. But that was just because it was 10pm and I hadn't eaten since 5.

"Yeah, uh...sure," I said, because it was something I could say. I made my way to the kitchen. "Yeah. Good idea."

"Oh, I made a snack for you," Fannie called. "It's on the counter. Though it might be a bit soggy by now—I didn't know when you were coming back."

I looked. There was a plate with a plum-tomato and sardine sandwich, and a glass of blue milk. Which was exactly what I had been about to make for myself. She must have seen me make my signature sandwich a dozen times, because it was just like how I made it—the plum-tomatoes sliced about a quarter-inch thick, the sandwich split diagonally from bottom-left to top-right. It was the same sandwich my mom had made for me as a kid, and that I'd made for myself on many midnights as a rapidly-growing teen (minus the sardines, which were a Ben Swolo's Pursuit of Protein addition).

I picked up one of the sandwich halves—and found a paper note underneath. “Welcome home!” it read in neat script, with a little smiley face that was only slightly dampened with watery-purple plum-tomato juice. My heart jumped a little.

I looked back at her (the back of her head, really) as she put her headphones back on and hummed quietly on the couch. And then at the sandwich. And then at the little note. And then back at her, her head bobbing side to side like a hologame character's idle animation, lekku swaying.

And then I felt things. Things that I don't have the words for.

Well...crap, I thought.

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Polar Opposites- A Shoto x Reader Fanfic (Chapter 3)

~ Shoto x Reader Arranged Marriage Royalty Fanfic ~ ~ Warnings: none :) ~

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3-you're reading it! Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

~Chapter 3~

"They'll be perfect for each other!" Fuyumi exclaimed, "I' finally have a sister!" "Sister-in-law," Natsou corrected.

"Ugh, They're basically the same!" Fuyumi whined, "Kids!” King Enji's booming voice shut them up and at the same time, snapped you out of your trance. You looked at Shoto for another minute, enjoying the sight, before pulling your hand away from his grasp.

King Enji sighed and grumbled something under his breath before addressing your parents. You couldn’t help out glance at Shoto again, who looked like a sad puppy from king Enji interrupting his ‘moment’ with you. So cute! "I will show the King and queen to their quarters for their stay, " King Enji's voice made you avert your gaze away from Shoto.

"In the meantime, Shoto and Y/N will get... aquatinted with each other." You had a feeling you knew what he meant by that. Not a bad feeling, per se. More like a OMG-butterflies-are-doing-flips-in-my-stomach type of feeling.

Your mother turned to you and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead "good luck" she whispered into your ear. You managed a weak smile before she took your father's arm and pressed their lips together -ew!! Then she declared that she was ready to go. King Enji lead your parents away while Queen Rei ushered ben Shoto's siblings away, not before giving shoto an encouraging smile. Soon, you were left alone on the on castle steps with Shoto, You gulped and glanced at Shoto expectingly.

~Chapter 3.5~

He waited another moment before looking at you. he held out his hand and spoke for the first time since you arrived, "Shall we go?" His voice was soft and gentle like his mother. It was comforting while it also had a bit of authority to it, like his father, giving of a sense of protectiveness. You stared at his hand for a minute before smiling and putting your smaller hand in his. he exhaled- almost in relief and smiled back. He gently squeezed your hand and lead you into the castle...

~Notes from me~ Don't you guys just loveee cliffhangers? 😂 Sorry about that but I mean, I gotta get you hooked somehow. For the next part, I think It’ll come out in maybe in two days. But I know some of you guys like smut (maybe not but I’ve seen it everywhere) but I will not be writing smut. 😔 Just a little warning. ❤️ you guys!!