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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years ago

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A Boy - Kylo Ren Fic

Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, interrogation, language

Summary: You’re in the Resistance and The First Order raids your base, killing almost everyone there, leaving you. As the witness who knows where Luke Skywalker was. And the Knight of Ren was bound to have it at once.

A/N: Whaattt? Something that is not Chris Evans? SHOCKING!! This is so new to me, never in my life I was going to write someone different. This might be a one time thing, I need to relax on the requests from a lot of people so I’ll decide if I will do other characters like Bucky Barnes, Loki, Peter Parker or others.

Everything in here is a little bit different from the movies.

This is requested by my lovely friend, @just-one-ordinary-fangirl

You ran through the halls of the Resistance base to find the comms. The sirens blaring throughout the structure, pilots and the Resistance people ran through in panic and rush. Many people were pulled in with wounds and you heard someone scream.

“The First Order is here!”

You saw a woman fall to the ground and you knelt down to hold her up, “I got you. You okay?” You ask her. She nods and you helped her into another room. “Stay here, I’ll have someone grab you, okay?” She nods and you hear blasters down the hall. People on your side fell to the ground and Stormtroopers began to push through. You lock the room where the woman was and you run the other way.

You took another route to communications and saw people dead on the floor. “Oh God...” You ran to the screen and flicked a few switches. “Millennium Falcon, this is Y/N from the Resistance Base.”

“What’s going on?” You hear Rey ask. You hear explosions behind you, “The First Order is here. They’ve killed everyone, but whatever you do. Keep going. This is about Skywalker, you find him before they do.”

“What about you and survivors?”

You hear a loud humming sound of what sounded like the leader. Ren. “I don’t think there will be, Rey.” The next thing you hear is the static of her voice and when you hear the humming become louder, you run out of the room. There was no chance you could just leave on a X-wing. You weren’t specialized for that. So you ran out into the forest. You could hear stormtroopers talk back and forth. “Find survivors. The leader said no survivors.” You kept running and slid down the hill.

Coming up to a rock, you look over to see if anyone followed. And when you heard a twig snap, you whipped around and dodged a bright red light as it crackled in your ears. You fall onto the ground and look up to see the leader. Kylo Ren.

His lightsaber glowing red with the crackling sounds of it. You kicked yourself up and ran down the forest. When you make a turn, you hear a blaster fire and you fall to the ground with a shout. You look down to see your leg bleeding from the burn of the blaster, you stand back up and run up the hill, limping. On the urge of crying, you turn to see Kylo walking up to you like a predator.

You raised your small blaster up and fired. He swings his saber and blocks your firing and his other hand reaches out towards you and you froze. You budged yourself to move and your hand releases the blaster in your hand. He walks up to you, towering over you.

“Who are you?”

You flinched and gritted your teeth, “I’m no one.” The grip in your body tightens and you sucked in the air as he leans in. “I doubt that.” His hand reaches out to your head and sweat begins to form on your forehead as he forcefully reaches into your mind. “You’ve seen the map. You know where the Jedi is.”

“No...” You stuttered.

“Supreme Leader. This place is rigged to blow in five minutes,” One of the troops behind him says. You shake and whimper softly as the Supreme leader stares at you darkly behind the mask. “Fall back the troops. We have what we need.” his hand waves over your face and your eyes close. You fall limp into his arms and he takes you back onto the ship, heading back to the larger ship in space.

When you woke up, you had your arms held and your feet dragged against the floor as two troopers began to drag you. In an instant, you kicked one of the troopers legs and used his blaster to knock him out. Before you could shoot the other, he smacks your blaster out of your hands and points his at you. “Go on, kid,” He says, “You’re surrounded by a thousand more here. You won’t make it out.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

Before you went to take a step, something stops you and the stormtrooper turns down the hall and straightens his posture. “Supreme Leader.” You look at the corner of your eye to see the dark figure approach. “We need her alive.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Restrain her.” The stormtrooper follows his order and takes you down the hall into a room. He gets you to the large restraint and binds your wrists as your sides and your ankles as well. “I don’t want any games from you.” You glared towards him and heard someone walk in. “Leave us.”

The trooper nods and turns to leave the room. And the Supreme Leader stands in front of you with his hood off, showing his mask. It was quiet as he looked at you, you weren’t sure where his eyes were at the moment, but your fists stayed clenched. “Do you know who I am?” He asked.

You straighten your back and sighed softly, “I know who you are. You’re just a boy.”

“A boy?” He walks up to you slowly, you swallowed hard as his mask inches closer to your face. “That boy... is dead.” He leans back and you swipe your tongue over your chapped lips. “Dead?” You stuttered out, Kylo watched you coldly, almost fearing to upset him. But if he killed you, he would have nothing. “I still see him. Whether you choose to look at yourself, you’re a boy hiding behind a mask.” He raises his gloved hand up to your face and you felt a headache form slightly.

“Whether you choose to give me the location of Skywalker or not. I will always get what I want. But don’t worry...” He says, “... your strength is weak. It’ll be easy.” You felt the headache begin to grow and your eyes clench tight as he pushed into your head. You closed your thoughts and tried to push him out with unnecessary thoughts. His hand twists as it hovers in front of your face, “Your parents died on Alderaan. They left you...” He reads in his own mind as you clenched your jaw, “You dream of a place... It’s peaceful... No life... Trees and a waterfall.” His head turns to finally look at you.

“How nice. But... I want the map to Luke Skywalker,” He pushes his hand towards you and the force slams your head into the metal as you screamed out. You kept pushing your thoughts and the map of Skywalker like a needle in a haystack. After another minute, his hand drops and you gasp for air, letting your head fall forward. Sweat building on your forehead as you choked a sob and raised your head up to him.

He noticed your eyes had tears and without another word, he walked out of the room. You finally relaxed your head back and suffered the hours of the headache. Eventually you fell asleep uncomfortably and you probably only got a few hours in till you hear the door open. And Kylo returned, this time without his cloak. Just him in his helmet. You knew he would try again to get into your head, he would’ve had the chance if he did it in your sleep. But you are pretty much a light-sleeper.

He sits down in front of you and his elbows lean on his thighs, watching you. “Comfortable?” He asked. You would’ve shouted at him but there was something in you that you can’t. “I rather be sitting on that chair than be restrained to this.”

He nodded once but it was a half-nod. “We can figure something out.”

“Figure something out, you mean, after you get what you want you’ll kill me.”

“I don’t plan on that last one,” He says. You tilt your head back and he watched you swallow weakly. He noticed your leg was bleeding overtime. The blood began to pool around. “You’re hurt.”

You don’t reply as you silently glared at him. He lifts himself up onto his feet and he walks up to you and reaches around. You felt the restraints unlatch and you limp down into his arm. He held you up, “If you pull anything, I will leave you here to bleed.”

“You wouldn’t do that. You need me,” You breathed out, he didn't reply but he grabbed your arm and began to guide you to the Med Bay. One of the medical droids began to operate on your leg as Kylo stood off to the side watching. You couldn’t tell if he was watching the droid or you. But you could feel his gaze behind the mask.

When the droid finished its stitching, your skin had a scar and you didn’t budge out of the chair until Kylo had said to. But the droid leaves your side as Kylo stands in front of you. You lifted your gaze up to him and you lightly shook, “Thank you.”

He turns his head away to look out the large window that faced the hangar. When you watched him, you could almost see... Ben Solo. Leia had told you a lot about him. You only knew his family name. He turns to look at you again and he faces you. The silent started to get a large tension and so you spoke.

“I see you...” You say, “Who you are. I know what you’re capable of.”

“What do you know what I’m capable of?” He says. You swallowed hard and inhaled sharply. “Take your mask off. I can tell a lot more with features of someone.” He takes a step up and silently, he stares at you. “Tell me. You won’t know what I’m capable of,” He said. You froze slightly when he reached up with both hands for his helmet.

Pushing it up, the helmet unlocks with a hiss and he lifts it up. Your breath gets caught to see... a boy. His dark hair, dark eyes and scar that dragged down from his brow to his neck. You took a shaky breath as he tilts his head down. “See? Nothing,” His voice was deep, not dark with his helmet on. You lifted yourself from the chair and slowly walked up to him. He doesn’t move when you make your way over slowly.

“Nothing is not what I see...” You said, “... even if I told you, you would refuse to accept it. Because you’re afraid to come back.” His bottom lip quivers as you look into his eyes. “People betrayed you. People who didn’t see what you were capable of.” Your hand reached up to touch his skin. Some way of showing him something.

When your hand was inches from his face, his hand grabs your wrist to stop you. But reassuring, your eyes didn’t change. When he didn’t sense your fear for him, something inside him made him let go of your wrist, allowing you. Your fingers touch his cheek bones first before your palm touches his jaw. The slight push of his head into your palm made you look up to him. “Ben.” His own name falling from your lips, he sucked in a breath and shook like a feather.

Just like you said. He was scared. A scared boy. “I know what I have to do... but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it.” You shook your head at him, “Not what you have to. Do what you want.” His eyes looked for some kind of sign in yours. He wasn’t sure what sign.

What sign?

Sign of hope? A new hope? You felt the leather of his glove touch your cheek and you sucked in a breath. His eyes switched between yours and nodding once, he spoke. “I see you...” You felt the corner of your lip tug into a small grin, one that didn’t show much of your full smile. And your other hand laps over his on your cheek. “You can still join the light, Ben. End this war now.” His expressions were softened as you spoke in a low whisper.

“Snoke, Darth Vader, Palpatine, they can’t control you no more. Come home.” You noticed he seemed hesitant, it made him pull away from you and you flinched back. He shivered as he looked at you, terrified. His breathing picked up and he takes his helmet and slips it on, walking out of the room without another word. “Ben, wait!” You called out. He doesn’t come back and you went to chase him but once you turned that corner, he was gone.

There was something still pulling him back. Everyone he looked up to, Snoke, Palpatine and Darth Vader. They were dead. No one can keep him for themselves. It was Kylo Ren. Keeping a scared boy in a helmet and using the force for the Dark side. For the rest of that moment, you didn’t see Ben.

Walking down the halls with two pairs of others behind you, you started to feel angered. Annoyed. You stopped and whipped yourself around to face the two stormtroopers that had followed you throughout the ship. “Can you leave me be?”

“Wherever you go. We go. General Hux’s orders.”

“Who ordered him?” You asked, the stormtroopers go silent and they look at each other to see who had the answer. Your shoulders lift up into a better posture. “Where’s Kylo?” You asked. One of the stormtroopers looks over to the other and nods down the right hall. “We’ll take you.” You followed the troopers down the hall to meet with Ben. On your way over, a man in a vest steps in your way.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” He asks. One of the troopers nods at him, “She asked where the Supreme Leader is, General.” The man turns and he glares. “I’m sorry, he’s not seeing anyone at the moment.”

“He’ll see me,” You said coldly, “I suggest you move or I’ll move you myself.” Hux chuckles at that, “You watch yourself, girl. He will kill you once we get the map of Skywalker. You’re nothing but flesh on bones.” You kept your mouth shut as General Hux walked by and left you to continue your walk. When you reached his private chamber. Walking in, he was standing with his back facing you and you stopped just at the entrance.

“I’ve been looking for you,” You said.

Kylo doesn’t budge to your voice as he stared out to the hangar. “Well, you found me.” You turned your head to look at the two troopers behind you. “Did you order them to follow me around?” You asked, “I don’t like being stalked, they’re lucky to be alive still.” His head turns an inch towards his shoulder, “No. I never ordered them to. General Hux doesn’t trust you.”

“I can tell,” You reply. His hand flicks out and his two fingers make a shoo motion and the stormtroopers turn their heels and leave the room. Letting you engulf into the quiet and open room. “What is it that made you look for me?” You took a step up to him, “I can’t give you the map to Luke Skywalker,” You said. His head turns. “But I can give you a chance.” His shoulder turns so his body faces you. “I felt you, Ben. There’s still so much light in you, I can see it-”

Your hands reached up slowly hesitantly but his other hand takes your other cheek. Eyes closing, you placed your hands over his and down his forearms. His lips pull away from yours but his forehead stayed against yours. His breathing was slow huffs, you could feel his chest lift up and down. Looking up to his face, you held his hands on your cheeks. He opens his eyes and you tilt your head. Reaching up to his cheek and whispering his name softly, you spot the realization in his face.

“You don’t see anything. You believe there’s a place for you to live in peace, a place where no life is at. This is it, your way of escaping war. Every thing you dream of is no longer a place. It’s war.”

“You can stop it...” You say. Your body tightens and you felt yourself get pushed forward and you’re face to face with him. You felt yourself shiver out of fear as his stare grown dark. You shakily breathed in, “Please, Ben...” He huffs out a breath almost like a gasp and he noticed how you looked at him. You felt your body loosen and you let out a sigh before his hand takes your cheek and when you lifted up your head, his lips touch yours.

With a nod from him. You realized this isn’t Kylo Ren. This is Ben Solo.

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freshbloodandgothicism · 5 years ago

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‘Paradise by the Dashboard Light’ - Ben Solo x Reader

Title: Paradise by the Dashboard Light Ship: Ben Solo x Reader Word Count: 9.4k words Rating: SFW leads into NSFW (there is a marked stopping point for SFW) AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23185204 Summary: There is a small celebration on base and Reader tries to get Ben to attend the party for fun and dancing but he doesn't feel welcome. When he does get convinced to go, things start to get a little intimate when dancing with one another at the bonfire before it starts to get heated aboard the Falcon. First Kiss. First Time.

‘Ben! Ben, come on! It’ll be fun, I promise.’ you called, walking around the corridors of the Millennium Falcon. He was clearly hiding from you. It’s not that you weren’t good friends, if anything you were incredibly fond of him, but he was without a doubt avoiding you this time. There was supposed to be a small party at the Resistance base that night, a celebration of sorts since the last recon mission had been beyond a success and the generals thought it would be a good way for everyone to blow off some steam. It felt as though everyone had made a conscious effort to make more happy memories with each other after Leia’s passing. You were excited, it wasn’t often that you got to just relax and have a good time with the people you cared about, especially nowadays since there was almost always more work to be done. However, there was still one person who was adamant about not wanting to enjoy himself and you’d be damned if he was going to sit in the cockpit and sulk for another evening like he did during the last party. Your footsteps echoed slightly as you went, tracing your fingers along the ageing grey walls. Ben lived in the Falcon on the base, since it was unanimously, but somewhat begrudgingly, decided that it should belong to him after he joined the Resistance just over a year ago. Of course, his joining caused absolute chaos. The majority of the fighters didn’t want him there, which he knew was more than understandable considering, well, Everything. Some of them spat in his direction because they knew he wouldn’t retaliate, or moved away from him so quickly he expected them to stumble over their own legs, or what was even worse was when they spoke about the things he had done loud enough for him to hear. He knew he couldn’t escape that. But that was what made him feel the worst. Still, there were a few people that fought for him to stay; those who believed in him and those who didn’t want to lose the last thing Leia had left in this world. This wasn’t enough to stop Ben from feeling unwanted in the cause, so even though he stayed in the Resistance, he mostly kept himself to himself and rarely left the Falcon unless he had to for missions and briefings. He either spent most of his time alone, talking to the small handful of people that wanted to associate with him or practising in the woods. You pitied him, even though everyone said you weren’t supposed to. You just couldn’t help it. You wanted to make him smile, he always made your heart flutter and you longed to see him happy. A small shuffle could be heard in the distance, followed by a metallic clang and an ‘ow.’ Found him, you thought. ‘Ben?’ you asked again, moving closer to where the sound came from. The fact he was hiding from you told you that he already knew why you were there. You heard a sigh and Ben stepped out from behind one of the doors. You smiled at him and he returned what looked like the ghost of what could have been a smile back in response. It would have been a lie to say you didn’t find him handsome, but there was something about the black t-shirt, dark cargo pants and high boots that would have almost made you stutter if you didn’t compose yourself at the last minute. ‘So that’s where you were. I knew you were hiding from me!’ You joked, gesturing vaguely to behind the door. He nodded but furrowed his brows slightly before beginning to speak himself. ‘I just don’t think I should go. No one is going to want me there.’ Ben turned to lock the door he had come through and cocked his head, inviting you to walk with him. You had no idea where you were going but you’d quite happily go anywhere he invited you to. ‘That’s not true. I want you there.’ You pleaded. ‘No one else does. I think I’ll just be in the way of other people trying to forget about people like me.’ He sounded a bit defeated, the tone of his voice tugging at your chest. ‘Once again, not true. You have to give them a chance to warm to you first-’ You started but had to pause for a break in the middle of your sentence to catch your breath. Ben walked very fast since his legs were so long and he could sometimes be rather difficult to keep up with. ‘This could be a good opportunity to socialise!’ ‘They’ll feel on edge. It doesn’t matter anyway, I have reading to do. I’ve also been sent out to a planet in the Viodet system, I won’t be back until late even if I’m in Hyperspeed. It’s too far.’ The tall man led you both to the main living space of the Falcon where he started to set up his work things on the table alongside the frozen game of Dejarik. One side was very clearly on its way to losing. ‘Were you playing with Chewie?’ You asked, investigating the gently glitching figures. ‘Ah, yeah. He cheats.’ Ben replied, glancing up slightly to look between you and the board. ‘Oh definitely. Big time.’ The words chimed out of your mouth, trying to not make it sound like a big deal that he had begun to reconnect properly with Chewbacca. You knew it meant a lot to Ben and didn’t want to embarrass him by bringing it up. It made you feel warm that the two were able to enjoy each other’s company again, even if neither one can truly ever move on from what happened in the past. You stayed and talked with Ben for the next hour or so, lightly sprinkling in the suggestion that he should make an appearance at the party every now and then, until he finished his paperwork and needed to get ready to leave for the Viodet system. You said goodbye and waved Ben off from outside the Millennium Falcon, smiling as you watched him return it with a small, slightly awkward looking wave. You imagined he looked far more comfortable in the cockpit of the Falcon then he ever did in his Tie Silencer. - In order to have the celebrations later, all of the day’s work had to be completed early. This meant that the entire base was running on twice the normal speed and it was flooded with a half stressful half excitable atmosphere as everyone was frantic to get their work finished. Your role was with telecommunications so even though it wasn’t typically the most interesting of roles, it suited you well. On occasion, your subconscious wandered to Ben and what he must be doing, how he was feeling, or if he was thinking about you too. In a friend way, of course. You did like him, you had already had to, at the very least, reason that fact with yourself. But, you didn’t think he was ready to move into that kind of relationship with someone yet. He had too much to forgive himself for first. Ben needed time and patience more than anything. You had always told yourself that whatever happened between the two of you, you would let Ben make the first move if he wanted to so that it would be on his terms. It meant that you had been suppressing your feelings for him for a while but you told yourself it was better to just be his friend and someone that he could trust, that was enough for you right now. Since you didn’t have as much work to do today as other people you started prepping different decorations and food for the evening. The Resistance did not exactly have the budget to spare for such frivolities, so it was rather a homemade and make-do party with members providing what they can and everyone being grateful for it. Several people pooled their saved credits to buy alcohols and liquors to be shared, which itself was a rarity at that point. For your own share, you went to the base kitchens with an armful of ingredients you had gotten in advance to make a dish named Oantcrab soup that you had enjoyed on your own planet in your youth. It wasn’t exactly a complicated dish but it was hearty and could feed a lot of people, so it seemed ideal since you weren’t a brilliant cook by any means. You took your time cutting the seafoods you had gathered and listening to the snaps and various crunches of the vegetables, it probably seemed a bit weird to an outsider, but it wasn’t often that you got to have such fresh food on the base so it was a small joy to have. By the time the food was ready and stored away for the cooks to look after, it was time to get ready. Of course, this wasn’t going to be an extravagant affair by anyone’s standard but it still felt special enough that you wanted to look nice for it. Appearances don’t exactly hold out for much in the Resistance, so the ‘nice’ was essentially a warm shower, brushed hair and a couple of little luxuries you had gathered such a small bottle of perfume, your mother’s old hair grip and a small handful of flowers that you had planned to tuck behind your ear. Whilst getting ready, you thought of Ben. It not only made you sad that he wasn’t going to the party, but mainly that he felt he really wasn’t wanted there in the first place despite all the efforts he had made to be a part of the Resistance. He couldn’t change his past but the weight of it was drowning the chance of a present and, most importantly, a future. I’ll definitely get him to go to the next one, you thought to yourself as you yanked through the tangles in your hair. The bustle of the barracks got even more excitable as people started to hear music playing outside as Generals Poe and Finn were yelling for people to start enjoying themselves and to ‘take a load off’ for a bit. As if at once, everyone swarmed out into the open spaces to celebrate under the illuminating stars, billions upon billions of them. It was beautiful. There were warm orange lanterns hanging off various parts of X-wings and the cooks had brought out long tables and lined them up with all the food that had been prepared. Many people made a beeline for the tables which had several interesting looking alcohols sat upon them. When your curiosity got the better of you, you went to investigate them yourself and was handed a bright blue drink with tiny orange fireworks coming out of it. It wasn’t your first time having alcohol, but definitely your first time having one so pretty. They were being handed out in very small glasses that looked undersized even in your hand and you couldn’t help but think of how ridiculously tiny it would look in Ben’s huge hands, especially in comparison to his generally large stature. It was a sweet thought. If only he was here. As the evening progressed, you watched as people happily ate, talked and danced some of their many, many worries away. It felt so good to see people enjoying themselves when they rarely had good things to celebrate in their day to day lives. It was hopeful. You met up with your friends and shared the food, joked and drank a few more of the odd looking drinks; not enough to be drunk, just enough to feel a little more relaxed than what Resistance base life would typically allow. Eventually, you decided you had to run back to your barracks to change your shoes into more comfortable boots. Initially, you had tried to wear a newer, cleaner pair but they were rubbing on your ankles and would have made it too uncomfortable to dance in. You practically ran through the thin trees because you couldn’t bare to be away from the life of the party for too long and if you hadn’t happened to glance at the exact right moment you would have missed it. The Millennium Falcon. But Ben said he wouldn’t be back, so what was the Falcon doing at the base? And hidden, for that matter. The party would have to wait as you changed direction, inching towards the ship. After squinting through the trees, you realised you could see Ben sitting in the cockpit watching the party, looking mournful. You had to stop, it hurt your heart to see him with such an expression. It took him until you were practically underneath the window to notice you were there, at which point you watched him stand up and leave. For a second, you were afraid he was just going to go back to his room and not let you talk to him but instead he opened the lower hatch of the Falcon and came out. ‘What are you doing here, Ben?’ You blurted out, half in surprise. ‘I, uhm, came back early.’ He replied, trailing his eyes over you; the same ghost of a smile that you saw earlier returning. ‘You look…nice.’ He reached a hand up to the flowers behind your ear. ‘Oh, thank you-’ you stumbled, he had caught you completely off guard and caused the blood to rush unceremoniously to your cheeks. ‘So do you.’ Ben had changed his clothes. They were still of a similar fashion to what he wore that same morning but they were definitely cleaner. He had showered too; you could tell since his hair looked particularly soft and a little bit bouncy. It was most definitely a good look for him. Was he….? You looked him up and down. ‘Ben. Were you planning to come to the party?’ You asked. It wasn’t as though you were planning to put him on the spot like that but you spoke before you had considered a more delicate phrasing. He looked down at the floor with his hands behind his back, swaying slightly. ‘I was giving it some thought, since you insisted, but people seemed to be having a good time. I didn’t want to interrupt.' ‘You wouldn’t be interrupting anything! You’re more than invited, come back with me. There are so many different foods and drinks to try, everyone’s dancing and having fun!’ You pleaded again, holding out an arm to gesture for him to walk alongside you. He hesitated. ‘Please, Ben. It’ll be good for you…’ you eventually trailed off, dropping your arm. Your gaze dropped too, it was a little bit disappointing being rejected again but you understood why he didn’t want to go and you couldn’t force him anyway. Still, you weren’t able to stop the sadness washing over your face. It hurt. Suddenly, you felt a warm, coarse hand envelop your own as you were tugged back in the direction from which you had came. Your eyes traced along his shoulder, down his arm and settled on your hands clasped in one another. ‘I’ll go. If it will keep you as happy as you were when you were dancing by the fire, I’ll go.’ Ben looked straight ahead but even in the darkness you could see a slight tinge of red dusting his cheeks. As your yourself, you were almost scared that he was going to feel the speed of your pulse through your wrist. It was racing. The thumping echoed around in your head, ricocheting off your skull as you couldn’t believe what was happening. He was holding your hand. Ben was holding your hand. Did it mean anything? Or was he just trying to make an effort to be social? You hadn’t even considered what he had said alongside it. Dancing by the fire, you thought, was he…was he watching me? A small part of you wanted to ask him exactly that but you stopped yourself out of embarrassment for both you and him, you didn’t want to spoil this moment. It felt…special. He stopped walking just a few metres behind the line of trees, which caused you to almost trip into him from the sudden halt. The celebrations illuminated his profile and you couldn’t help but think how beautiful he was in that second. He always looked nice but there was something particularly princely about him then. You could tell he was nervous about actually entering the party, so you took the initiative and helped him cross the final hurdle by in turn pulling him forward instead. -

The first ten or so minutes of Ben being at the party went over rather quietly. There were a couple of people who snuck unkind glances at him or moved away from the two of you but you tried to reassure him that he was still welcome and wanted there. You took him over to the food first, jokingly hinting that he should try to Oantcrab soup you had made, which he did, and then you took him over to the drinks table. There were definitely fewer drinks than there had been previously but Ben didn’t seem to mind too much as he drank two practically straight away to ‘settle his nerves’ a little, since he had never been good around people. You understood what he meant as you had been very much the same. Much to your relief, Ben did seem a bit more relaxed after his drinks and you each helped yourselves to another before leaving the table and making your way over to a bench to listen to the music. ‘It’s nice.’ he began. ‘I’ve never really been to anything like this.’ The usually solemn man continued, looking between you and the bonfire. ‘Are you enjoying it, though?’ You asked, the night was already better than you could have hoped for but seeing Ben enjoy himself too would have made it almost unreal. ‘I am.’ Ben placed his hand down on the bench between you, maybe even slightly over halfway. He was leaning back on the bench with his drink in the other hand resting on top of his leg. Now you had come to think of it, this was probably the most relaxed you’d ever seen him and you couldn’t tell if your heart was calming down or speeding up, but there was most definitely a fluttering beat thumping against your chest. He looked so beautiful in the firelight, it warmed his dark eyes and hair, making them appear almost chocolate in the glowing heat. It felt as though your body moved on its own; tempting fate. You put your hand down next to where Ben’s was, only a few millimetres away and turned your gaze towards the fire. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the man’s head turn ever so slightly to look at the hands between the two of you before he turned back towards the fire. The sickening feeling of anxiety started to creep in around the edges that perhaps you had misread the situation, or that you were making Ben uncomfortable or that you had ruined the friendsh- Oh. His hand moved, taking yours in his own once again. After the few seconds it took to process what had happened, you turned your hand to hold the larger one properly. Neither of you said anything, but you heard Ben sigh when he realised you had returned his touch and he dropped the tension in his shoulders. After another moment, Ben drank the rest of his drink and you did the same. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence and you were happy enough to watch your many friends dancing. Besides, it gave Ben a little bit of time to process things because if this was a lot for you, it must have been so much more for him. No one seemed to be paying any attention to either of you, too wrapped up in their own fun and drunkenness to care. Ben gave your hand a little squeeze. ‘Are you okay?’ He seemed tentative to speak so you reassured him that you were perfectly fine and that you hoped he was too. For as long as you had known Ben so far, he had never had a way with words but you understood that he was feeling a lot more than he expressed when he said he was also ‘good’. ‘Do you want to come and dance?’ you asked him and he paused, ‘I don’t want to dance on my own and it’s not often we all get together in the open air for fun.’ ‘I don’t really think I’m one for dancing.’ Ben answered, looking very firmly rooted to the spot. ‘It’ll be fine if we dance together, no one is watching and I’m sure that you’re not any worse than me!’ you joked, pulling Ben to his feet in the process. He definitely seemed hesitant, but he gripped your hand in a way that felt as though he was terrified of letting go now that he finally had it so close. You pulled him through the crowd interweaving throughout the different people dancing, trying to find a space comfortable enough for the both of you to fit since he wasn’t exactly a man of small build. After a short while you found an opening pretty close to the fire, not enough to be uncomfortably warm, just enough to keep off the night’s chilly air. Ben looked incredibly awkward, most likely wishing he could either escape back to the Falcon or had had the chance to have a few more drinks before he had been dragged out to the makeshift dance floor. However, now that you had him, you weren’t going to let him run away so easily. Telling him to relax would be pointless so you figured it would be best to just help him by making him feel less embarrassed. The band were playing a pretty up beat song so you started swaying and moving your connected arms to the tune of the music. You looked up and grinned at him, and was so pleasantly surprised to find that he was already smiling down at you. A soft, warm smile. Your heart skipped a sudden beat and you wondered if this is how he looked when he had been watching you dance from the Falcon’s cockpit. You grabbed his other hand and started moving that in beat with the other, effectively making him sway too. Of course, Ben still looked massively awkward and a little out of place but you could tell he was trying so what did it matter if you embarrassed yourself a little if it meant he could relax. ‘No one is looking at us, don’t worry.’ You said as you started to move a little faster, kicking up your legs a little in the dusty soil and moving your body more freely. Ever so slowly, Ben started to move his body a little more too. It may have been just because you were physically so close to him but you couldn’t help to trace your eyes over his body: its size, the way it moved, how good he looked in that black t-shirt. You had to stop yourself from staring and to just live in the moment, reminding yourself that if anything was going to happen; it was going to happen at Ben’s discretion. Oh, but his hands feel so safe, you thought to yourself before remembering, again, to behave. Ben was still smiling at you dancing, he definitely wasn’t dancing with the same level of enthusiasm as you were attempting to, but he was trying in his own way and he did seem to be loosening up a little as the song progressed into another. You two of you were that way for a while, just getting comfortable with one another’s bodies and with being in the same space like that. You both danced that way for such a time that you could feel the sweat between your palms start to grow warm but you were too absorbed in Ben’s gaze to care, his dark eyes trailed your every move. Over the course of next twenty minutes or so, other people started to drift back to the food, drinks and benches. You were starting to get a little tired of dancing and was about to suggest to Ben that you each go and get something else to drink but he let go of your hands before you had the chance. They moved to your waist. ‘Ben?’ You must have looked confused because a glint of panic flickered across Ben’s face. ‘Oh, I’m sorry- do you not-’ He started sheepishly but you cut him off. ‘I do! I do, I just don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, that’s all.’ You stumbled out, afraid he was going to take his hands away. ‘Ah. Okay. I’m not uncomfortable around you.’ Ben replied, moving his gaze away for a second, most likely out of nervousness for admitting something that was, to him, so intimate. ‘That’s good to hear.’ You laughed trying to return to the fun atmosphere, and after a moment you pushed your hands up against his chest and onto his shoulders as you both continued to dance under a much closer proximity. You were relieved that you never got the chance to suggest moving. Although, this meant that you found yourself at a bit of a loss on how to physically act. You had wanted to be closer to Ben, and now you were; but you had always built walls to stop yourself from getting too close to him but Ben, himself, had broken them down within the course of just a night and you just couldn’t stop the racing of your heartbeat. Maybe his was racing too. The music was still upbeat but your bodies were a little more in-tune with each other from to the closeness of your chests. He still didn’t entirely dance, but he moved in a similar way to you and kept his hands tightly on your waist, not wanting to let you go. You moved one way and Ben moved the other, both of your legs kicking up the dry soil beneath you. You didn’t want to allow yourself to read into the moment too much, but you wanted to remember this exact second for as long as you lived. Dancing with Ben below the starry sky next to a warm, glowing fire. It was a dream. Maybe you could let yourself openly fall in love with him, because in this moment you most definitely were. Yes, you definitely loved Ben Solo. You looked up into his eyes, slowing your movements. He did the same. You knew what you wanted to do, and Ben seemed to know it as well. As you moved onto your tip toes, Ben pulled you up to him by the waist and kissed you gently. It was soft, warm, and safe. The two of you remained like that for a few more seconds before you dropped yourself back down to normal height. You were smiling. When Ben opened his eyes again, he seemed to want to read your face before he let himself react to it, to make sure that you were happy with what had happened before he let himself be happy about it too. He smiled, properly smiled. You absolutely and entirely melted. You couldn’t believe that this night had happened. Ben had such a kind smile; you hadn’t realised he had sweet little dimples before now. You reached a hand up from his shoulder and cupped his face, stroking his cheek softly with your thumb. You could lightly feel the tips of his dark curls, they were so much softer than you were expecting. ‘I’ve been hoping that would happen for a while.’ You had the sudden confidence to admit. ‘If I knew that, I would have done it earlier.’ He breathed out, chuckling towards the end of what he had said. After the kiss, the two of you went back to dancing for a few more songs since the music was slower now as the party was winding down for the evening. The dancing was a lot closer, softer than it had been beforehand; mainly consisting of swaying and hand holding but Ben just seemed so much more happier, you could almost feeling it radiating off him. He deserved this happiness, he had been through so much. Every time you remembered the kiss, happy tears threatened to spill over your cheeks. Ben had been feeling the same way as you and had been to scared to lose you if he had acted wrongly about it. Eventually you both got too tired of the party to continue and began to feel a bit drained, Ben especially. It was a huge thing for him to come and be so social and you were sure he had used up all the emotions he could manage to process for the evening. He gingerly took your hand, offering to walk you back to the barracks for the night before he returned to the Falcon. ‘Are you glad you came, Ben?’ You asked as you walked together. You couldn’t stop smiling, there was practically a spring in your step as you went along. Ben felt the same, his grin had settled into a smile at that point. ‘Of course, I had a good time. It was very-’ he tried to find the right word, ‘eye-opening.’ He almost let out a small laugh, giving your hand a squeeze. The walk to the barracks seemed much shorter than you had thought, and you found yourself not wanting to leave Ben’s company so soon. Even with this newfound intimacy, however innocent, Ben was still a friend you loved spending time. He sensed you were hesitant to say goodnight and offered an alternative. ‘You can come back and sit up with me for a bit, if you’d like. I don’t think I’m going to sleep just yet.’ He smiled, raising his eyebrows in a cocky manner. You loved this happier, slightly more confident, Ben and wished he could be this way forever. ‘Are you sure I wouldn’t be intruding? I thought you wanted to do some reading tonight.’ You jokingly retorted, emphasising that he was going back on himself by inviting you over. ‘I’m sure the book can wait.’

- NSFW WARNING Soon after, you found yourself in the Millennium Falcon’s cockpit. Obviously, there were many other places to sit inside of the Falcon, but you figured that Ben enjoyed being able to look out the window and sit in the pilot’s seat. He had told you on one occasion that he had always wanted to pilot the ship but had to wait many, many years before he was able to actually do so. He kept it relatively clean aside from the occasional mud he tracked through or coffee he spilled, so you could tell he cared greatly for the Falcon. You’d already been here many times so you were comfortable enough to just sit around and wait for Ben to do what he needed to do before he came to sit down. He had brought you a drink from the kitchen and then excused himself for a couple of minutes and had not returned yet. If anything, it gave you a quick breather to think about everything that happened. The night had gone better than you could have ever possibly imagined it could have. In the brief chance you had gotten to know Han, his father, before he died; you could see Ben had most definitely inherited the Solo genetics in being a bit of a flirt when the mood struck him. With Ben, it appeared much more subtle and a little anxious, but he was still undeniably his father’s son. You had recognised it in Ben’s cocky eyebrow raise and found yourself touching your lips at the memory. ‘What are you thinking about there?’ The deep voice interrupted; he had clearly seen what you had been doing. ‘Nothing! Nothing for you to concern yourself with, Ben!’ To say you were blushing would have been a slight understatement. ‘Is that right? Well, anyway. I just came to ask if you wanted to spend the night here because I imagine the barracks are going to pretty erh- noisy, tonight.’ He laughed softly before rushing to add ‘I can set up a bed in one of the spare rooms. I wasn’t suggesting any-’ ‘It’s okay, I get it! Don’t worry, but yeah, I’d appreciate that actually. I know you don’t stay in the barracks but trust me, I’ve seen some horror stories. The chance to sleep somewhere quite sounds great.’ You quickly added to try and save him the embarrassment. You noticed Ben turned very, very red and left not long after, leaving you to put your head in your hands at the very thought of what he had accidentally implied. You weren’t entirely sure how much Ben could do with the Force, since you didn’t understand too much about it, but God, you hoped he couldn’t read your mind in that moment. You started fanning at your face in a feeble attempt to cool yourself before he came back. It’s not that you hadn’t thought about stuff like that before but you had spent so long pushing off those thoughts in regards to Ben specifically; so when he was the one who mentioned it, the thoughts caught you off guard. They were not, by any means, unpleasant but you were a touch worried about getting ahead of yourself. He returned a couple of minutes later, saying that he’d set up a room and you were welcome to use it if you wanted, to which you were very grateful. The tall man seemed to hover for a few seconds before sitting down on the seat next to you, he looked a little tense so you tried to talk the awkwardness out of the situation. You asked him about his trip to the Viodet system and what he had gotten up to, about his training and anything else you could think of off the top of your head. He took your hand mid-sentence and held it clasped within is own on top of his thigh. This movement almost caused you to stutter your words but you managed to remain composed for a moment whilst the two of you continued talking. You weren’t sure at what point he started rubbing your hand with his thumb but you couldn’t help but melt when you realised it was happening. The two of you sat that way for some time, lost in conversation for another hour or so until you couldn’t help but stifle a yawn. ‘Oh, I didn’t mean to keep you up. I can show you to the room I set up if you want. There’s already toiletries in there, it’s only a ration one but it’s better than nothing.’ He said as he stood up, you couldn’t help but admire the height difference at this angle. ‘Thank you for putting me up for the night, I don’t imagine I would have gotten any sleep in the barracks since other people won’t be doing much sleeping either.’ You laughed, rising to your feet with your hand still enveloped in Ben’s. You walked back through the corridors of the Falcon, trailing slightly behind Ben. He knew these corridors like the back of his own hand, it was obvious how he cared for them. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence as he led you towards your room. He stopped outside and turned, leaning up the wall opposite the door. ‘Everything should be in there…’ He seemed as though he had more to say but was struggling to find the words, ‘Can I…’ ‘Of course.’ You whispered back, so he pulled you closer. Ben looked a little nervous and you swore you could see his hand shaking slightly as he tilted your head upwards. As soon as he placed his lips on yours, you realised how deprived you felt of that soft warmness since your last kiss just hours earlier. Without realising you were doing so, you slid your arms around his neck and buried your fingertips in his dark curls as your lips moved against his. Tentatively, he slid his tongue against your parted lips, asking for permission which you immediately granted. You lost yourself in the kiss, in Ben. He was so gentle, understanding as you moved with each other. He pulled you closer with his free hand so that your body was pressed up against his as he lent back on the wall. A small moan escaped your lips when you felt Ben’s breath hitch in his throat. Clearly, he was having as good a time as you were. It was all new territory, but it was evident that he was getting a little more confident as he began to deepen the kiss. He spun the both of you around so instead you were the one with your back pressed upon the corridor wall, his one arm grabbing you at the waist and the other with his forearm on the wall above you. The flowers that had been tucked behind your ear now lay forgotten on the floor, not that you minded at that point. You couldn’t lie, Ben having you pinned against a wall was really turning you on. The kiss became more desperate as you tightened your grip on his hair and one of his legs went between yours. You pulled away for a second to gasp for air before going almost straight back into it. Now you had felt Ben this way, you didn’t want to stop; and neither did he. Lightly, you bit at his lower lip and in return he touched the bare strip of skin that had become exposed at your waist, sending shivers up your spine. Ben seemed to enjoy this reaction and moved away from your lips for a second to kiss feverishly down the side of your next neck, wanting to see what other reactions he could invoke. He got cocky, choosing a point between your neck and shoulder and putting his mouth, and eventually teeth, on it: producing a dark purple mark by the time he was through. You couldn’t help but moan audibly into his ear. After a few more minutes of the beautiful torture, you felt something hard against the side of your leg. You broke off the kiss for a few seconds, leaving you both panting. Ben leaned to rest his forehead on your shoulder, not wanting to make eye contact. ‘Ben… you’re...’ You whispered breathlessly. ‘I know, don’t worry about it… I’m not expecting you to do anything .’ He breathed back, sounding a little embarrassed. You swallowed, deciding what to do. You were so turned on that your thighs had started to ache and you weren’t sure you would be able to sleep now even if you had wanted to, you wanted to keep touching Ben; ‘I know it’s a bit fast, but I’m okay with it if you are.’ ‘I don’t… want to take advantage of you.’ Ben sighed, preparing to move himself away. ‘You’re not, I want to do it.’ You said, with enough conviction that he couldn’t doubt your commitment despite your own embarrassment of never being in this situation before. Ben sighed into your neck, ‘I do too.' ‘Shall we move somewhere else then?’ You asked and as soon as the last word left your mouth, Ben already had his strong arms underneath your legs to pick you up bridal style. He went right back into passionately kissing you as he carried you through the corridor, missing the door to the room you were supposed to be spending the night in. In between the kisses you asked, ‘Where are we going?’. Ben barely stopped kissing you long enough to mumble back a response of ‘my room’ and it made your heart skip another beat and your thighs tense, you couldn’t believe what was happening but you absolutely did not, under any circumstances, want it to stop. - Ben’s room was too dark to really see anything as he carried you in, not that it mattered at that point anyway. He placed you down into the middle of the large bed, pulled off his t-shirt and climbed on top of you. While you were also thankful for the darkness since you were a bit self-conscious of your own body, you wished you had the chance to admire Ben’s. He must have sensed you were tentative to touch his bare skin because he whispered ‘it’s okay’ before starting to undo your shirt slightly to kiss around your collarbones, slowly leading onto your chest. As he did this, you took his lead and lightly traced the slopes and dips of his shoulders, arms and back while sighing under the touch of his lips. After a few more moments Ben had your shirt undone but struggled to do the same with your bra, meaning that you got to laugh at him for a second before undoing it in his stead. He muttered a comment about it being too dark to see anything anyway and continued moving upwards to kiss you, using one hand to support himself and the other to caress your chest. It was noticeable, to you at least, that Ben was more confident in the dark and you figured it mostly down to the fact that he couldn’t be seen, so didn’t have to hide his emotions so much. You shuddered as his warm hand touched your skin so freely, you could have never even imagined that even that would feel as good as Ben was making it. Perhaps the darkness wasn’t so bad, you could always just feel your way around. Both of your hands returned back into gripping the man’s hair as he moved to kiss at your chest, abdomen and waist. One of his hands dropped to where your trousers began and he looked up, making sure you were happy for him to do this. You were. You were so, so happy for him to do this. It took another helping hand to get your trousers off since you also had to take your boots off too but soon everything was discarded on the floor, leaving you in just your underwear. Ben took everything except for his boxers off and even in the dark, the outline of his body was impeccable. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ He asked again in a hushed tone. ‘Definitely.’ You replied, pulling him down on top of you as if you prove your point. As the kissing resumed, you moved your free hand up his tensed thigh and across the material of his boxers, lightly touching the side of his erection. He was showing you so much attention and you were desperate to give some back. This was a first for you, since there wasn’t exactly time for romance in the Resistance. You had always assumed instinct would take over but you had never seen, let alone touched, a dick. It appeared that this was going to be something you just had to learn as you went along as you curled your fingers around the shaft through the fabric, moving slowly up and down; earning a heated grunt from Ben in response. You couldn’t judge by comparison, but you could tell that Ben was pretty big and somehow getting bigger. Is that going to…fit? You wondered briefly but had your thoughts interrupted by Ben moaning into your neck before he went back into biting and leaving lovebites where he had done so earlier. You figured that if he enjoyed what you were doing, he might enjoy it even more if you were to do it underneath the fabric. Slipping your fingers beneath his waistline, you grabbed his bare dick in your hand and began moving in a similar fashion. You hadn’t expected Ben to enjoy it that much as he bit down on your shoulder, causing you both to moan. It felt so good to hold him like this that you were sad to see him move away after a few minutes like that, but he moved to pull your own underwear down so you knew there was much more to come. He moved to lay down on his stomach, grabbing and kissing at your thighs with hunger. Ben rested his head just on top of your navel, looking up at you. It felt a little weird being so naked with another person, but you trusted Ben, wholeheartedly. You trusted him when he was just a friend, and you trusted him even more now that you felt so vulnerable. ‘You’ll have to show me how you like it, I haven’t done this before.’ He admitted, looking a little embarrassed. ‘That’s okay, it’s my first time too.’ You cupped under his face, whispering back. The innocence of it all melted your heart, you felt like a pair of sweethearts. He smiled into your hand, kissing your palm before returning to kiss your thighs. You couldn’t stop your legs shaking in anticipation even though he had barely touched you. He moved your legs a little further apart and began kissing up and down your entrance, the sensation caused you to screw your hands into balls on top of his bedsheets. He started to use his tongue more, alternating between different movements while still squeezing your thighs at times and you couldn’t help but throw your hands into his hair. You had never felt anything like it, it was so new and wonderful and you were so thankful to be experiencing it with Ben. It was such a relief to finally be able to express your feelings for him. He listened to your moans and adapted what he was doing in accordance to it, he truly wanted to make you feel good and was more than willing to give you the attention to make it happen. You were thankful that there was no one else aboard the Falcon because you weren’t sure you were able to muffle your whimpers brilliantly, his tongue just felt too good. Not long after, you felt something begin to tighten in your abdomen. The constant movement of his tongue against you made the pressure build and build until you were practically crying for release. As you felt your finish nearing, you couldn’t help but squeeze his head between your thighs and grab at his dark curls. Ben was gentlemanly in giving you what you wanted and yet still so ruthless at the same time with how he pushed you closer and closer to the edge until he eventually hit the exact right spot and the tension realised, bursting you into an orgasm. ‘A-ah! Ben…’ you moaned his name, you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking and Ben had to help you steady them for a moment. He was hopeful that he had done a good job, but seeing you look so content and blissful cemented that fact for him. He crawled up towards you and laid on your chest to give you a chance to recover. You sat letting out soft sighs as you curled your fingertips around his hair until you told him you were ready to continue, at which point he took his boxers off. Being polite and a bit worried, he asked you once again if you were sure you wanted to continue. Of course, you were. Tentatively, he slid a singular finger partway inside of you. You were right, Ben was rather well-endowed and it was apparent that he wasn’t going to be able to ‘slide right in’ like you had heard was capable from gossip in the barracks. You were already sensitive, but even his finger felt good as he curled it before continuing to add a second. The addition of the second finger caused you to begin moaning again, which Ben took as a sign to pick up speed. Several kisses were shared and you whimpered when he moved away from kissing to get himself into position above. ‘Are you certain you want this?’ Ben asked once again. He was still a little nervous that perhaps you had changed your mind, that you didn’t want this or even want him. How could you let Ben know how worthy of love and reciprocation he was? You knew he was scared that the two of you had moved too fast, and honestly you were a little scared of it too, but you trusted Ben and had already fought off the urges to love him for too long. You were entirely ready to fall. ‘I do.’ You whispered, leaning up to kiss his form as he hovered above you. He nodded slightly, using one of his hands to try and guide his member into place. Since it was both of your first times, you had to help him a little before Ben pushed slowly into you. He had only put the tip in but the pain was still sharp and you took a quick intake of breath. Ben had done a good job in loosening you up beforehand and he couldn’t exactly help that he was blessed with a lot to work with down there but panic set in his features when he realised he was hurting you. Ben tried to pull away so you had to tell him to stay and just hold it there for a second so you could adjust. He was still worried and planted small, butterfly kisses along the exposed skin he could reach until you told him it was okay to keep moving. At first, it was a bit of a slow process because there was a lot to adjust to, but Ben was patient and as gentle as he could be with you until the whole of his length was in. When he was completely inside of you from tip to base, the man couldn’t help but groan quietly in your ear. ‘Let me know when you’re ready for me to move.’ His deep voice was huskier than usual, the sensation of his hot breath on your neck giving you goosebumps. The size of him was a little bit uncomfortable at first but after about a minute or so, you were ready and gave him the go ahead. He started slowly pulling back out before going almost entirely back in, it was still a little sore but you were sure it would get easier. After a few of these slow thrusts, it started to feel good and some small moans escaped your lips. It appeared that Ben was waiting to make sure you were enjoying it before he allowed himself to experience his own pleasure. You couldn’t help but cry out his name as he began to thrust deeper into you, getting slightly more confident with his hip movement. The soreness had practically subsided and you were able to lose yourself in the feeling of Ben hitting you again and again. When you arched your back, he kissed your chest. When you moaned his name, he groaned in response. When you squeezed your thighs around his waist, he shuddered and thrusted harder. It was so passionate, needy even. He was giving you his upmost attention. Sweat began to form and drip down from both of your bodies from the heat between you. You reached a shaking hand up to Ben’s face to push his damp hair aside before pulling him into a somewhat sloppy kiss. It was still difficult to believe that Ben was touching you this way, you never would have believed it if someone had told the you-of-just-two-hours-ago that this would be happening. He set himself in the rhythm which he found made you moan the loudest, gripping your thighs to steady them once they begun to shake. You wished you could see the image of Ben on top of you more clearly but the darkness allowed you to feel every touch, every graze and every thrust with unmatched intensity. He hit one spot inside of you that caused you to almost choke into the kiss, it was so unbelievably sensitive that you couldn’t process anything for a few seconds. When he continued to keep aiming for that spot, the pressure started to form in your abdomen once again; this time much more strongly than it had done previously. The build up was almost too much as you dragged you nails down Ben’s scarred back, not being able to help yourself. He didn’t seem to mind it, if anything, he was just pleased he was able to make you feel that good. The speed of his thrusts began to pick up and get a little more erratic as you guessed he was starting to get close too. ‘God…Ben!’ you groaned, your mouth started to dry from the panting. The pounding was driving you insane as you called his name on loop until suddenly the pressure was too much and you let out a broken scream as you came again, shaking somewhat violently underneath him. Ben’s thrusting slowed for a few seconds as he muttered a ‘fuck’ under his breath, trying not to finish just yet. However, the sensation of your orgasm was making that incredibly difficult for him. Since he was still moving, it prolonged your orgasm until you all but collapsed beneath him with each thrust sending a new wave through your body. When Ben picked up his speed again, it was a rougher, desperate even. You could barely manage more than a small whimper at each new thrust since your mind had gone completely blank from the orgasm. After about another minute or so, Ben let out his loudest groan yet and quickly pulled out of you; finishing down your thigh instead. His breath hitched a couple of times in his throat as he came and you watched as the outline of his shoulders tensed and relaxed. Soon, he rolled off and collapsed in the bed beside you; each of you needing the chance to catch your breath. Ben turned his head to kiss your bare shoulder and in response you moved onto your side to wrap yourself around his one arm. ‘Ben…’ You whispered. ‘Yeah?’ He panted. The words were on the very tip of your tongue but you were scared of saying them. They were heavy; you didn’t want to say anything that could ruin the moment and taint the evening that the two of you had shared. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself: ‘I think I’ve loved you for a while.’ He paused for a moment, ‘I think I already knew. I didn’t want to drag anyone into getting involved with me, but I couldn’t stop you from making your way into my head. Everywhere I turned, you were there with open arms. Even when I couldn’t accept myself, you accepted me.’ The two of you laid there for a while longer exchanging small kisses and pillow talk before you went to get cleaned up, giving Ben a chance to change his sheets since they had gotten too messy to sleep in. It was only when you had gotten to the bathroom that you remembered the dark purple marks Ben had left on your neck. You lightly traced them with your finger, thinking that they were pretty. Whilst you were certain to get some odd looks over them the next day, you were happy to have gotten them. When you returned, he handed you one of his t-shirts to sleep in since you didn’t bring any clothes with you after the party and you quickly slipped it on. Before he put one of his own t-shirts on again, you kissed the scratches you had left down his back, muttering a small apology for them but he kissed your forehead and said not to worry about it because he had gotten ‘much worse’ injuries before. He even let out a little chuckle before suggesting the two of you finally got some sleep. You ended up not spending the night in the spare room Ben had prepared for you at all, but instead in his bed, held safely against him.

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The events following Kylo Ren being stabbed, rebirthing as his former self (Ben Solo) in the waters of Kef Bir and seeking redemption aboard the ship of his father, Han Solo: A Star Wars Fanfic

The cockpit was cold.

That at least, thought Ben Solo, is the same.

He cleared his throat, nervous.

“What was that?” Poe Dameron called from the front of the cockpit – barely looking over his shoulder as lightspeed blurred by in the windows of the Millennium Flacon.

“Nothing,” Ben said, still dripping wet and salt smattered from the oceans of Kef Bir. “Just clearing my throat.”

In the co-pilot’s seat next to Poe, FN-2187 shifted, uncomfortable.

Ben remembered a time where he had sat in that chair as his father took the Flacon to lightspeed. Chewbacca had sat where he was sitting now, but Ben now felt a lot less jovial than Chewy had during those flights.

He gritted his teeth and gripped the wound at his side where Rey had stabbed him. It had been largely cartelized by the lightsaber and the scar itself healed by Rey, but it still hurt.

“Do you have any bacta onboard?”

“What was that?” Poe called again, not even turning his head a little.

Ben opened his mouth to respond but thought better of it. “Never mind.”

FN-2187 was still silent, staring at the dash of the Falcon.

“By the way,” Ben said, this time speaking against his better judgement. “Thanks for the ride. You can drop me off wherever. Coruscant, Kessel, you’re secret resistance base.”

He counted fifteen seconds of silence before adding: “Honestly, whatever works best for you.”

More time passed in silence – only the familiar modulating hum of the Falcon and the blues and greys of hyperspace showed time was passing. As he was sitting there – barely feeling any dryer than before – Ben began observing the interior of the cockpit.

Some nerf herder bypassed the compressor, he thought, noticing a missing modulator.

“Flip that switch for me.”

Ben turned, thinking that someone was speaking to him, but it was just Dameron, telling FN-2187 to push the ship a little harder via one of the levers on the co-pilot’s side of the ship.

“Interesting,” Ben said, without thinking.

Poe fully turned around at that. “What?”

Ben shook his head and looked at the floor.

Don’t force choke them and fly the ship yourself. Don’t force choke them and fly the ship yourself.

When he looked back up, Poe had turned his attention back to hyperspace. FN-2187 seemed to have sunk further down in his chair.

I should tell them, Ben thought. It would be rude not to tell them.

“It’s just not the decision I would have made,” Ben said. “And not the decision I’d have expected from the best pilot in the resistance… might overclock the ship. She’s an antique.”

Poe cleared his throat and cocked his head a little. “Well, I think she’s had some repairs since the last time you were aboard.”

“Uncle Klaud’s efforts?” Ben said, thinking of the slug-like Trodatome who’d been spotted on multiple occasions on board the Falcon over the past few months. “I wouldn’t trust his work…”

“Sorry,” Poe said. “I should trust who?”

“Listen, I understand that was a jab at me,” Ben said, “but Klaud doesn’t have any hands so even his best work tends to be mostly just passable.”

Poe took a long breath, then pointed to the same lever FN-2187 had pressed up earlier.

“Take that up a few notches would you, Finn?”

Finn?

The former stormtrooper complied.

Ben nodded in understanding. “So you’re going by Finn now?”

FN-2187, remained silent.

“Good name,” said Ben. “Strong name. I’m going by Ben now. So… you know, if you pass me in the hallway at the resistance base—”

“We’re not taking you to the resistance base,” Poe said.

“—you can call me Ben… Or Solo… or Mr. Solo even, though Mr. Solo was my father.”

“Yeah,” Poe said, looking back at him again. “How is your relationship with your dad?”

The wound in Ben’s side hurt a little more.

“Okay, I get it,” he said. “You’re mad at me and yeah I did some bad stuff—“

Poe laughed dryly.

“—but in my defense, I had a rough childhood.”

Now FN-2187 spun around in his chair, staring vibroblades at Ben.

“Sorry!?” he spat. “You had a rough childhood?”

Ben had one of a hundred prepared personal anecdotes he was ready to hurl back at the traitorous stormtrooper. But as he opened his mouth to launch into the particular tragedy of his forgotten 12th birthday, he remembered the conditioning chambers aboard the Finalizer.

Now Ben stared at the dash of the Falcon until he felt Finn’s eyes slowly slide off him.

“I mean,” Ben said, at barely a whisper. “It could have been better.”

The ship shuddered as it was taken out of hyperspace. (The kind of shutter Ben associated with an overclocked motivator.) He glanced out the windows.

“You’re dropping me on Corellia?”

“Yep,” Poe said. “It’s where you’re dad’s from right? Thought you might have some family there and I figure they’re probably worried sick about you.”

“Actually,” Ben said – even though he was 90% sure Poe was being facetious—“My closest living family member is on… whatever planet your secret resistance base is located on.”

“Really?!” The mock surprise in Poe’s voice couldn’t be missed as he entered the planet’s atmosphere. “Anyone we know? Anyone you didn’t blow into space?”

“Yes, because, technically, that wasn’t me.”

As Poe landed the ship, he smashed his hand against a button and the sound of the Falcon’s ramp lowering could be heard in back.

For a few more seconds, they all sat in silence.

Poe looked back at Ben again – his shoulder muscles clearly tense. “Well, are you going?”

“Oh… uhm… I guess… I just thought…”

“What?”

“Well, this is my father’s ship... so…”

Silence.

Ben continued. “I know I killed him, but I had a conversation with his memory earlier and we’re totally cool now.”

Poe closed his eyes. “Do you want to keep talking or do you want to get off my ship?”

“Right,” Ben stood up, trying his best to remind himself that he was not Supreme Leader Kylo Ren – feared and dreaded across the galaxy – but cool, smooth talking, regular guy Ben Solo who would never force choke a high ranking resistance officer and a turncoat of the highest order before throwing them through the glass of Han Solo’s ship… no matter how much part of him wanted to.

“When you get back to your secret resistance base,” Ben said before leaving the cockpit, “could you tell my mom where I am so she can pick me up?”

“We’ll think about it,” Poe said. “Now get moving.”

“That was horrible,” Finn said as Kylo left the ship. “He was just looming back there the entire ride.”

“I know, buddy,” Poe said, piloting the Falcon back into the air. “We’ll get out of here and you won’t have to think about it anymore.”

“Say which of us you think he wanted to kill more on three,” Finn said.

In perfect unison the two counted: “One. Two. Three – Me.”

They looked at one another.

“Really?” Poe said.

“I mean,” Finn shrugged, “why would it be you?”

“His mom loves me. Loves me.”

“I used to work for him.”

“He tortured me.”

“He sliced my spine like a stuck gooberfish! The entire trip my spine was tingling, not because I was scared, but because I kept on worrying he’d slice it in half the entire trip!”

Poe nodded in concession. “Okay, yeah that’s fair. Though we did see him throw his lightsaber into the ocean.”

“I don’t care, I’m still not gonna mess with that… We are going to tell the general we left him on Corellia though, right?”

“Course,” Poe said. “She’d want to know.” He flipped a switch and launched them into the cold blue swirl of hyperspace.

#Fanfic #star wars #rise of skywalker #ben solo #sequel trilogy #kylor ren #Poe Dameron #fn-2187 #finn #My Roommate made me write fanfic #I haven't done this in almost a decade #Look what you have wrought

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certifiedskywalker · 5 years ago

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Don’t Imagine Ben Solo - Revisited

In honor of TROS and Ben Solo, I decided to visit the first piece of writing that went big on my blog. You can click HERE to read the original piece I did.

This piece follows from the start of The Last Jedi to the end of The Rise of Skywalker ((TROS spoilers are under the cut))

Don’t imagine the hope in Ben Solo’s heart when he sees Rey through the Force.

Don’t imagine how to him, Rey reminds him of the family he left behind; the family that Kylo Ren kept him from.

Don’t imagine how, every night, Ben Solo is plagued by the ghosts of those he hurt.

Don’t imagine the screams, the cries, the faces of those he couldn’t save; those that Kylo Ren killed in his search for some inner peace in the darkness.

Don’t imagine the conflict that bubbles up in Ben’s chest some nights when he fights sleep. Conflict is all he knows, aside from the voices in his head.

Don’t imagine how he hears a voice that sounds familiar.

Don’t imagine how Ben struggles to place it. It’s not his father, not his mother, or his uncle; although it almost sounds like Luke’s.

Don’t imagine how Ben Solo sees Anakin Skywalker but does not know who the man is. He does not recognize the true face of his grandfather.

Don’t imagine Anakin reaching out to Ben, telling him to take his hand and come back to the Light with him.

Don’t imagine that Ben’s heart, still in the hands of the Darkness, is Kylo Ren’s heart too.

Don’t imagine how Kylo, how Ben, sees Anakin and thinks about Rey. Maybe, if he gives her his hand, he won’t be alone in the Darkness.

Don’t imagine, don’t you dare think about how lonely Ben Solo is trapped in Kylo Ren’s mask.

Don’t imagine the hope that grips Ben like a vice as he slays Supreme Leader Snoke. Maybe, just maybe, it’s not too late for him after all.

Don’t imagine the twinge of guilt Ben feels as Kylo Ren’s thirst for power overwhelms the goodness in his soul.

Don’t imagine, try not to see the similarities extended hand as Kylo Ren reaches out to Rey; little does Kylo Ren know, but he is sealing Ben’s fate.

Don’t imagine that the “please” that escapes his lips comes from some lost part of Ben Solo yearning to no longer be alone.

Don’t imagine the fear, the anger that devours him when Rey refuses.

Don’t imagine how that anger melds Kylo Ren and Ben Solo together to the point where the Fallen Jedi doesn’t know where his good heart begins and the Darkness ends.

Don’t imagine how lost Ben Solo feels, how, for a moment, when he sees his Uncle’s face, he succumbs to the Darkness.

Don’t imagine how Ben Solo goes quiet during the duel with his former Master.

Don’t imagine how everything he told himself, the hope of seeing his family again, how it died as his body fought against his Uncle.

Don’t imagine the strange sort of relief that floods through him when Luke’s Force projection fades away.

Don’t imagine the moments later when he feels his Uncle’s life Force dwindle.

Don’t imagine the panic in his chest at the thought of seeing his mother.

Don’t imagine the regret, pain, and anger twisting in his gut as the Millennium Falcon flies off to safety. He doesn’t know if he wants to go with them or shot out of the sky; he does know, but he won’t ever admit it.

Don’t imagine how he waits, after the battle of Crait, for any sign of the Resistance; Ben Solo couldn’t live without them. He thinks it’s the fight against them that keeps him alive.

Don’t imagine the day Ben hears that Palpatine’s voice in his head, ringing loud and true; the day he hears that the Sith is still alive.

Don’t imagine how Ben Solo screams to stop himself, to stop Kylo Ren from trying to find him. Ben Solo remembers what his mother had told him about the leader of the Empire; he remembers what his Uncle had told him about Darth Vader’s Master.

Don’t imagine how desperate Ben Solo is to not feel alone.

Don’t imagine how he fights and kills just to find a way to the Dark Lord of the Sith. He had a plan to get Rey on his side, to never feel alone again, but he needs to dive headfirst into the Dark to do it.

Don’t imagine the resounding loneliness that he created for himself, how it starts to eat him alive the more he pushes away.

Don’t imagine how quickly he takes the deal Palpatine offers him. He only takes it in the hopes of showing the galaxy that he is not as evil as he seems; or as evil as he believes himself to be.

Don’t imagine how the truth of Rey’s lineage gives him hope. Because how can something so good come out of something so bad?

Don’t imagine how, each time he sees Rey through the Force, a piece of Kylo Ren is chipped away because the girl he has spent his time chasing knows just how to wear him down. He knows that it is because his mother is training her.

Don’t imagine how Ben can almost feel the Light on his skin again.

Don’t imagine how his heart aches when Rey denies his hand once more.

Don’t imagine how he feels more and more alone with each passing hour.

Don’t imagine how hard Ben Solo tries to break free only to be pushed back by the threat of something darker, more sinister than anything before.

Don’t imagine all of the old ghosts he feels reaching out for Ben as he walks along the ruins of the Death Star.

Don’t imagine how he recalls his dream and that man, with the familiar voice, reaching out to him. Maybe Ben knew him somehow from his Uncle’s stories.

Don’t imagine how, with each strike of her saber, Rey chipped away at Kylo Ren’s armor, at his mask, leaving Ben’s soul exposed.

Don’t imagine how in the moment when Kylo was about to end it all, killing Rey and the last bit of hope, Ben opened himself up to the Force long enough for an attack.

Don’t imagine how the blow that came was not the attack he was expecting.

Don’t imagine how Ben felt Leia’s hand against his cheek as she gave herself to the Force; she simply wanted to see him again.

Don’t imagine how Ben barely felt Kylo Ren’s lightsaber plunge into his gut because the pain in his heart was so, far greater than anything else.

Don’t imagine the feeling of safety he felt as Rey gave him a part of her life Force; the first act of kindness he had felt in years.

Don’t imagine how when Rey told him that she wanted to take Ben’s hand, how he realized that pushing away his family and falling into fear rather than destiny was his biggest mistake.

Don’t imagine that, as Ben watches Rey fly off, he feels more lost than ever. The only thing he knows in that moment is that he wants to see his mother but he can’t.

Don’t imagine that Ben wishes so hard to see her that he ends up conjuring up another past ghost: his father.

Don’t imagine how the conflict within his chest boils over the moment he looks into the eyes of his father; it is like he is suddenly back on the bridge inside Starkiller.

Don’t imagine how Ben wants to tell Han that he loves him; but the only thing that comes out of his mouth is “Dad”.

Don’t imagine how Han understands and how, after years, he finally can see his son, his Ben Solo standing strong before him.

Don’t imagine how, as he throws his red saber into the sea, Ben Solo washes his mind free from the clutches of Kylo Ren and the Darkness that followed him.

Don’t imagine how easily Ben climbs the ruins of the Death Star with a renewed sense of strength. The piece of life Force Rey had given him and reinforced the Light’s claim to his body and soul; rebuilt himself for good.

Don’t imagine how as he flies off to Exogol, he feels a sense of warmth wrap around him and two blue, celestial hands moving to guide his way to the Sith homeworld.

Don’t imagine the whisper Ben Solo heard as he flew towards his destiny, towards his fate: “You will bring a balance to the Force. You will finish what I started.”

Don’t imagine Ben listening to the voice of Anakin Skywalker and knowing that he was hearing his grandfather.

Don’t imagine how quickly Ben ran to Rey with the Force and his ancestors at his back. There was something more to fight for now.

Don’t imagine how, with every blaster bolt fired and slashing strike, Ben Solo became more and more attuned with the Force and Jedi of the past.

Don’t imagine how Ben fights Palpatine’s draining of his life Force; he fights it for Rey, for those fighting in the skies above.

Don’t imagine how when Palpatine calls him the last Skywalker, Ben feels a twinge of pride before being hurled down under the planet’s surface. He was as his Uncle and mother were before him; a Skywalker and strong.

Don’t imagine how the voices of Jedi past call out to him as he falls, how they tell him to reach out and climb. The last Skywalker must rise.

Don’t imagine the harrowing climb up.

Don’t imagine the ache in Ben’s chest when he sees the Sith throne destroyed and Rey’s limb body before it.

Don’t imagine how Anakin’s words echoed in Ben’s head: “You will finish what I started.”

Don’t imagine how Ben knows what that means now, what the truly means. Ben knows that his family story must end, but it can not end with him; it needed to be better this time.

Don’t imagine how Ben takes Rey into his arms like a gentle thing.

Don’t imagine how tight he hugs her; the first hug he had given in years.

Don’t imagine that the last time Ben hugged someone, it was his mother the day he left with his Uncle.

Don’t imagine how that memory brings tears to his eyes.

Don’t imagine how, without needing to hear the ghosts of Jedi past, Ben knows what he must do.

Don’t imagine Ben Solo giving back that life Force Rey gave him.

Don’t imagine the relief Ben felt when Rey opened her eyes and gasped.

Don’t imagine the guilt on Ben’s shoulders as he looked into Rey’s eyes. He had killed ruthlessly for so long, ignored the life he could have had.

Don’t imagine how Rey kissed him.

Don’t imagine how that kiss reminded him of all his missed chances and worst mistakes.

Don’t imagine the bittersweet smile that spread along his lips.

Don’t imagine the sense of peace that fell over Ben Solo in his last moments.

Don’t imagine that the voices in his head finally quieted and that the last bits of Darkness fled from his soul.

Don’t imagine Ben falling back into the light to rise with the Force for the last time.

Don’t imagine how things could have turned out differently.

Don’t imagine, don’t think about the life Ben Solo could have lived if things had unfolded in any other way.

Don’t imagine it, for Ben Solo is at peace. And that is enough.

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jolinar · 4 years ago

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A Very Star Wars Fictober (Days 14&15!)

Prompt number: #14 “you better leave now” and #15 “not interested, thank you”

Fandom: Star Wars

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings/Tags: Reylo referenced, Rose and Rey are best friends, physical violence

Word Count: 1045

Summary: Rey asks for help from Rose to keep Ben safe while she is away (or, I wanted an excuse to have Rose punch Kylo Ren). This is sort of a follow-up and takes place in the same headcanon as Day 8’s prompt.

Read it on Ao3:

“No. No way. My workshop is not gonna be a place for you to stash Kylo Ren! Not interested, thank you!”

“Roooose!”

Rey followed Rose down the hallway against the flow of traffic, dodging other workers and staff. The sun had just risen and everyone was hurrying to their morning assignments. Several people in the crowd perked up and swiveled their heads at the name Kylo Ren. They stared in open fascination at the Jedi and their Chief Engineer.

Rose glared testily at the rubberneckers. “Haven’t you got somewhere to be?” They scatted quickly. Grabbing a protesting Rose by the wrist, Rey pulled them into a side corridor.

“Rose, I told you, he’s changed. He’s not Kylo Ren anymore. Now he’s just Ben."

Rose watched her friend pacing the corridor with pity in her eyes. “I told you yesterday: I want to believe you. But –”

“How is this different from when we brought those ex-Imperials into the Resistance back on Ryloth.” Rey had started pacing back and forth along the width of the corridor, a mess of frenetic motion.

“You mean that time a shooting war almost broke out in the hanger?”

“Almost broke out, okay. But then Poe gave a speech about unity and forgiveness and atoning for the past by making better choices for the future, and everyone fell together, all forgiveness. But when I ask…” she rounded on Rose, eyes over-bright. "When I ask for something similar for Ben, you don’t believe me, Poe won’t stop shouting, and Finn…”

Rey sat down heavily on a crate. Rose could tell that she was trying to calm herself, to force herself to stillness. Rose could also see that it wasn’t working.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you. If you thought that you were just going to bring him in and then everything would be okay…” Rose let out a sigh and dropped down next to her on the crate. She scooped up Rey’s hands into her own, patting them gently. “It’s not that simple. I don’t think you understand how difficult this is for people. How difficult it is for me. You see Ben Solo, okay. But we see Kylo Ren, the man responsible for so much suffering.”

“I’ve seen his soul and he’s good, I know it,” Rey protested. “And now, after what I – well, of the two of us, he’s the cleaner, now.”

Rose’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? Rey. Look at me. You’ve never done anything like him.”

“He died to save me, Rose. He gave me his life. We were finally together and everything felt right. And then the bubble popped. To lose that oneness, to feel him falling out of my arms as he faded away– he gave me his life,” she repeated. “I should have been grateful just for that. But when he was gone, it was like a part of me died again, too. I had to bring him back, it didn’t matter what it took. I still had all the power of all the Jedi, fading, but there. There were…sacrifices. You can’t just create like. I had to make choices. But it was worth it, I told myself it was worth it. I thought that bringing him back was the hardest part. I thought that was the worst it could ever be. I got through it, and I thought, now we can live. This isn’t the way it was supposed to be,” she paused, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “You know Finn won’t even talk to me.”

“He still won’t budge, huh?”

Rey shook her head. “No. That’s why I have to go on this mission today. Finn will be there, and we’ll have to talk. I can make this right, he just has to understand that I…” she trailed off.

“that you love Ben Solo,” Rose finished for her, eyes wide, the pieces falling into place. Rey looked into Rose’s face and then, finally, nodded. Rose let out a long, long breath. She couldn’t comprehend what her friend had gone through, the powers of a Jedi were beyond her. But Rey had risked everything to save what she loved. That, Rose could understand.

“Okay, he can join my crew while you’re gone – but he’ll work directly with me. I don’t want him in with the rest of my crew, not yet. If anyone asks, I’ll…I’ll say he’s the General’s long lost son Ben.”

“Which is who he is anyway,” Rey said excitedly, throwing her arms around Rose, who hugged her back. “That’s exactly who he is. Thank you, Rose. Thank you.”

—

Half an hour later there was a slight knock at the door. Rose looked up to see Rey and Kylo Ren – Ben standing in the doorway of her workshop. Rey looked hopeful, he looked neutral. Rose wondered, not for the last time, if she was making a mistake in letting him work here. Finn would certainly think so. But she’d come too far now.

Rey was saying something, but Rose wasn’t listening. Before this went any further, there was one thing she had to do first. She put her tools down neatly on a nearby towel on the bench in front of her. She stood up and strode over to Ben, face set. She took a deep breath and smiled up at him.

Then she punched him square in the jaw.

The surprise of the blow sent his head backward, but he stayed firmly rooted to the spot. Rose studied his face. She could see a flash of surprise and then rage pass over his features. But then he glanced sideways at Rey and the fire was quenched. He rubbed the spot she had hit, an angry red mark bloomed, looking quizzically down at Rose.

“I suppose I deserved that,” he said quietly.

“Hmm.” Rose shook out her hand and nodded. "You know anything about fixing hyperdrives?"

Ben smiled, shrugged. "I grew up on the Millennium Falcon.”

“And anyone who can keep that boat going is always welcome on my team. But you take orders from me, understood?”

“Understood,” he said.

His earnestness surprised Rose. She had expected…she didn’t know what she had expected. “Okay, come over here and make yourself useful. Rey, you better leave now before I change my mind.”

#fictober 20 #mae writes #a very star wars fictober #reylo #reylo fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #fictober20

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cevanstorytime · 5 years ago

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America’s Sass

Brie just moved outside of Boston and a handsome stranger helps her catch her dog when he gets loose.

Chapter 1

I had just accepted a promotion for work and moved to a small town outside of Boston. I was getting settled into my new apartment, unpacking boxes while my distraught dog Harry stared at me with giant sad eyes. He followed me from room to room, eyeing me suspiciously, unsure of what was happening. Occasionally, letting out the most pitiful cry, he would look straight into my soul and make me question whether moving us here was the right idea.

I pushed away the box I was unpacking and picked up my phone. I googled “dog parks near me” and a few popped up. One in particular caught my eye. It was a dog beach at a lake that was about 15 minutes away, and from the pictures posted, looked mostly deserted. I hoped this was still the case as Harry was not fond of strangers or other dogs. My new neighbors probably already thought he was possessed. We couldn’t take a walk through the neighborhood without terrorizing joggers, children, and retirees doing yard work. I put the address in waze, put Harry’s harness on, and headed out the door.

Arriving at the lake we found no other cars in the parking lot. Perfect. Except now my murderino self was thinking of all the ways we were going to get killed. At least with Harry’s antisocial behavior nobody could sneak up on us. He was always on high alert and he hated people, so I had my own personal alarm system.

There was no fence, so I kept him on his retractable leash, which I used for long walks so he could wander around without me having to go everywhere he went. I admit I’m lazy. Harry had never seen a beach before, or a large body of water, so his anxiety was in high gear. Every twig that snapped, or tree blowing in the wind caused him to jump and survey the surrounding area. We had wandered a little down the beach when a boat came barreling through the water, the engine startling Harry. Before I knew it, he bolted, his leash snapping out of my hand. “FUCK!” I yelled out loud. Neither he nor I knew the area. I had no idea where he would run too and thoughts of never finding him flooded through my mind. I fought back tears as I took off in the direction he ran, yelling his name and some choice words the whole time. I saw a flash of his tail on the trail ahead of me and picked up speed. I followed him around a corner and about ran over a man crouched down in the middle of the path His back was to me and I could hear him talking. I saw the back half of a dog, who was not Harry, sticking out from in front of him, tail wagging.

“Shit. Fuck. I’m sorry!” I said as I tried to go around him. He turned towards me while still crouched down, Harry sitting shaking in front of him. “OH MY GOD HARRY! Jesus Christ” I ran towards them and picked up his leash, then doubled over winded, attempting to catch my breath. “Thank you so much for stopping him.” I attempted to get out while I wheezed, still trying to catch my breath. “He got spooked by the boat,” I stood and pointed to the lake. “I thought I was never going to see him again. We just moved here, he doesn’t know where the hell we are…” My eyes started to water and I felt like an idiot, but I had never been so relieved.

“Aww, it’s no big deal. He’s sweet.” I looked at the man for the first time as he stood up. Harry stuck to his feet. The man in front of me was none other than Chris Evans, and I suddenly couldn’t remember how to speak English. “His name’s Harry?”

Is it? I don’t remember. Oh yes! “Yes!” I said a little too loudly. He chuckled as I shook my head, my face starting to feel like it was on fire. “Yes, I’m sorry. That’s Harry, I’m Brie.” I stuck my hand out to shake his.

“I’m Chris, this is Dodger.” He smiled and gave me the most perfect hand shake I have every received. We stared at each other for a moment before he broke the very awkward silence. “So, you’re new here?”

Dodger had come over to greet me, so I bent down and let him smell my hand. “Yeah. Yeah, I just moved here for work. That guy’s not too happy about it so I thought I’d find a park to make him feel better. I found this one, and it looked pretty empty.” I was rambling but I couldn’t stop myself. “He’s normally not good with strangers and other dogs… Seems to like you though.” Harry had stood on his back paws and was begging Chris to pick him up. “Thank god you guys were here. I was having these visions of never finding him…I.. he’s so fast.” I said shaking my head, pictures of lost posters floating through my mind.

“He was fast! He tore around that corner like his ass was on fire!” we chuckled as I wiped a rouge tear from my eye. Chris had picked him up and was now scratching behind his ear and Harry licked all over his face. I was making friends with Dodger and rubbing his belly when Chris began to speak again. “Looks like you’ve made a friend.” he nodded towards Dodger who was now licking my hand.

“Yeah! My first one here!” Dodger looked up and me and licked my chin as I spoke.

“What do you do for work?” Chris asked as he placed Harry gently back on the ground.

“Uh, I’m a regional manager for a therapy company. Just got promoted… I moved here from Florida.”

“Florida?” he asked sounding interested. I smiled and nodded. “That’s a big change. No Disney up here for one.”

“I know. I’m going into withdrawal already.” He smiled. “I lived like 30 minutes from Disney so my friends and I all had annual passes. Spent a lot of time there. I worked there for a long time actually.”

“Oh yeah?! That must have been fun. My family and I are huge Disney people. We try to go a lot, but my work schedule can be…difficult.” I nodded. “Did you get to see Galaxy’s Edge yet?”

“Oh yes. And its…it’s awesome. Like, way better than anything I imagined.” I smiled at the memories of my friends and I having drinks in the cantina and piloting the Millennium Falcon.

“Oh Man! I’m not surprised.” He stared at me with his crystal blue eyes, and I seemed to get lost for a moment. We started speaking at the same time, Chris saying “do you guys want to walk with us?” and I started to say Harry and I should be leaving. I smiled and tried to figure out if he had really just asked if we wanted to join them for a walk. “I’m sorry, you probably have a lot to do…I just thought, since they were getting along so well…Maybe they could be buddies.”

“Yeah! No, I mean we’re not busy, just unpacking shit, but that can wait. We’d love to walk with you guys! Yeah! I hope he doesn’t flip out soon when he realizes he doesn’t know you.” Chris let out a loud Ha! “Although, maybe you’re his thunder buddy now…he’s bonded with you through his fear.” I giggled uneasily.

“How could I not be his buddy? Look at that face.” He bent down to pet Harry again, who was actually walking well next to Dodger. Almost like they’d been buddies forever. “Their socks match too.” Harry and Dodger both had white front feet, looking like they were wearing little socks. It was adorable.

“They do! Very fashionable fellows.” I side eyed Chris, making sure he was really here, and not some fear induced hallucination. “Sooo, do you come here often?” The corner of Chris’s mouth shot up in a lopsided smile.

“Sometimes.” He turned and faced me. “Once or twice a week. We come here because there’s never anyone here…usually.” My face, which had just gone back to it’s normal color, flushed red again. “This is nice though. I don’t usually meet new people.” His eyes shot down to the ground. “It can be difficult”.

“I’m sure.” I said quietly. His head whipped towards me and he looked me over. I felt naked. “I… I may have seen a few of your movies.” I made an apologetic face and made myself small. “I don’t know anyone here, but your secret is safe with me. I’m not…I won’t tell anyone that you come here. It must be hard to find some solitude.”

“Thanks.” He said as he let out a breath. “It comes with the job I guess.”

“That sucks though.” I added solemnly.

He shrugged and stood up taller. “So you don’t know anyone here?” Now he looked at me sadly. I shook my head and shrugged.

“Not yet. I’ve only been here a few days. This is setting the bar pretty high though. I feel like everyone I meet from here on out is at a severe disadvantage.”

Chris let out a loud laugh as his hand shot to his chest. I’d seen him do this a lot in interviews, but I’m not going to tell him that. “That’s very kind of you.”

“Yes, well, Dodger is amazing. Nobody could possibly live up to that.” I chuckled as Chris let out another laugh.

“He is!” He smiled widely at me and appeared to be considering something. “I’m meeting up with some friends tonight at a bar, it’s trivia night. My teams a little short…How good are you at trivia?”

“Uh, not to brag, but I’m good. Especially with music.” I squinted my eyes and cocked my head. “Is it themed or general?”

“General. Would you care to join?”

I thought for a moment, Is Chris fucking Evans inviting me to trivia night? Uh, yes, he is. And there’s no way I’m not going to go. “I’m in. I suck at sports though so you’re on your own for that one.”

He waved his hand and made a pssh noise. “I’ve got that one no problem.” I nodded slowly. We had made our way back to the parking lot and Chris had bent down to give Harry one last goodbye. I patted Dodger and got a goodbye lick and told him I hoped we would see each other again soon. Chris stood and watched me say goodbye to his boy. “Alright. Tonight then, trivia starts at 9. We get there around 8 usually to have a few pregame drinks. I can text you the address if you want.”

“That would be great!” He pulled his phone out and asked for my number and last name. My phone started playing Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen as my face flushed red again. “Is that you?” I turned the screen towards him.

He nodded smiling. “That’s a great ring tone.”

“Thanks!” I grinned back.

“You’re welcome. I’m sending the address right now.” My text alert sounded as he put his phone away. “So I’ll see you tonight?”

“8 o’clock. I’ll be there.”

“Good.”

I watched him for a minute before realizing the silence was weird. “Ok. Bye.” I waved and patted Dodger one more time. “See you tonight.”

“See you tonight.” He waved goodbye and watched as Harry and I got in the car and pulled away, waving again as we pulled out of sight. I looked at Harry in the rearview mirror, who was laying down in the back seat. He looked at me and appeared to smile. “I know! What the fuck?! Was that real?!” He sighed and laid his head down. If I hadn’t known better I would have sworn he rolled his eyes at me as well.

#chris evans #chris evans fic #chris evans fanfiction #America's Sass #Captain America #Avengers #americassass

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theleafpile · 6 years ago

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@dressedforthebills asked, in reference to the post I made stating that Solo: A Star Wars Story, is a bad movie:

What makes the writing bad? Plot? Structure? What stereotypes would that be?

So I’m just going to go over what’s fresh in my head, so there might be some pieces missing that I’m not particularly interested in. I enjoy the Star Wars movies and read a lot of fic about it, but I’m not a die-hard fan and haven’t read anything in the extended universe.

SPOILERS abound.

Rule #1 of Storytelling: Don’t tell the audience something they already know.

Solo already sort of breaks this rule simply by existing, but we could forgive that fact based on the idea that it was meant to show Han’s early years. However, this rule sticks out to me throughout.

We know Han won the Millennium Falcon from Lando in a card game - we see two (three?) card games played. It’s difficult to be invested in a card game when you don’t understand the rules. When they lay down their cards, we have no basis of understanding if they are good or not before being shown an in-world audience reaction, which throws off the beat. (At least in most card movies there is a shot of the cards and a voice over of the dealer saying what the hand is for those who don’t know, so the audience can see the cards and hear the hand and make the connection as though they made it themselves. So that could be a simple editing issue.)

We know Han and Qi’ra don’t end up together. We have no reason to be invested in their romantic arc. I could forgive this if they did something at the end like they did at the end of Casino Royale, where the pacing was thrown off because we thought Bond was really going to leave with Vesper, only to find out that she betrayed him at the end and he vowed to go back to work (and never fall in love again). But instead, at the end of Solo, we have Solo left on a beach wondering why the fuck the ship Qi’ra is on is suddenly leaving - was she trapped? Did someone else take over? Is she a hostage again? (all perfectly acceptable canon questions that Han would ask). There’s no clear cut image or moment to show that that was a betrayal, leaving us (and Han) confused.

Rule #1 of Romance: If you have to show two characters kissing to show they’re together, it’s bad writing.

The first scene with Qi’ra and Han breaks this rule. He’s running, in a panic - there’s no reason at all why he would suddenly stop what he was doing, switch gears immediately from panic to lust, and kiss her as he did. It’s a simple and fast way to show two characters are allied, but its boring. If he saw her hiding and waiting for him, and while running took her hand and dashed them to a safer place it would have 1) established that he is confident in his surroundings enough to hide (we love experts) and 2) shown them allied anyway.

They were able to show Qi’ra and Dryden Vos allied even though they never macked on one another, which I guess was to show that Qi’ra still had feelings for Han and that she wasn’t really on Vos’ side.

Qi’ra would have been a more interesting character if she were Han’s sister, not his love interest.

The guilt he feels for not be able to return to Corellia sooner and the worry he feels over her would have been more palpable if she were his blood relation, the only person in the world he had left and/or could trust, and the only person in the galaxy who could have actually relied on him - making seeing her on the yacht that much more of a surprise, showing that this girl who once relied on him has grown up.

Also, it would have made a neat parallel for Leia/Luke if there was any strange sexual chemistry between Han and Qi’ra’s actors.

No idea what planet Han was on as a soldier, their objectives, or the purpose.

Which, I guess, was the same as Han felt. If confusion was the goal, they got it. In the book, I guess, they give a reason why Chewbacca was caged there, but for the movie they didn’t tell us so it just felt very, you know. Contrived.

The heist scene doesn’t make any sense.

The goal was to attach the ship to one shipping container, detach the container, and lift it away. Which means that there was no reason to blow up the bridge ahead. Which means...

Val didn’t need to die during the heist.

There was no reason to kill her character. If they were doing this job, as Beckett said, to steal a bunch of coaxium for a gangster, then being a thief she would know the risk involved (i.e., Dryden Vos would kill them if they did not return with what was asked) and not be willing to sacrifice herself in the chance that 1) their failing plan would work, 2) Beckett would survive, 3) the coaxium would survive and 4) her life was worth saving Beckett.

Which, love, I guess. But seriously she had no reason to die. And, being the only black character of the group, it was pretty shitty that killed off her and the alien pilot and not one of the two white guys. Because plot. Of course.

Coaxium is apparently super unstable when unprocessed - but it’s okay to be tossed around.

Take any high school chemistry class and the teacher’s going to tell you that unstable materials are called that for a reason. All the moving around they do getting the raw coaxium out of the mine, loading it and transporting it on the ship, and the temperature heating up to the breaking point (yet still safe enough to get onto the other world, unloaded, and stuck in a container and plugged into something that I guess immediately neutralizes it) but it’s still able to be handled, without any safety gear, by Beckett when he takes “a drop” (not a unit of measurement) and shoves it into the fuel line of the Falcon.

I mean, hell. When it is processed look at Han so carefully gives the containers over to Dryden Vos. The audience is meant to think he’s being too extra careful because we think it’s fake and he’s overdoing it, but - no. That’s how you handle very explosive processed material. I guess the “super unstable” unprocessed material is okay, though.

Stereotypes.

Seems like Hollywood can’t make a movie lately without poking fun at “SJWs.” Enter L3. Who walked, talked, and sassed like a prototypical black woman. No thanks. She did have some funny lines, but I hate how her character’s actual correct ideas were treated as the punch line. (The same problem Hermione had with the SPEW stuff in the HP books.)

Lando is vain. He has a whole closet for capes. Unfortunately we don’t get to see him be or say anything vain at all whatsoever elsewhere.

The alien pilot at the beginning is like “I am here to state the theme and die.”

Major characterization problems - aka I don’t care about these people.

Qi’ra’s woe-is-me / you won’t look at me the same way if I’ve told you what I’ve done / you don’t know what I’ve done lines. The audience has no idea either, so I feel absolutely nothing when she says these lines. Was she a prostitute? Did she steal, lie, cheat? Did she make other people work for her? How did she get to be in Dos’ inner circle? No clue. It doesn’t make her mysterious. It makes her boring.

Enfrys Nest’s rebellion has nothing to do with rebellion against the Empire.

Meaning I don’t care about it. That twelve year old mercenary is rebelling against the crime syndicate, which is not affiliated with the rebellion. But wait -

There was zero indication that was Darth Maul speaking to Qi’ra.

Maul came from a planet where people just... looked like that. The actor was the same but much older, and it showed enough that I had zero inkling to think “oh, hey, that’s Darth Maul” who is a character I really liked. You know why else? Because Qi-gon Jin murdered his ass twenty years ago. I don’t think the Force can keep you alive after being sliced in half and sent down a bottomless well. That’s not how the Force works. They tried to make me think it by needlessly igniting his double bladed red lightsaber, but I was still like.. okay. Another Sith. Whatever.

Also. There’s no indication in the prequels that Darth Maul was the leader of a crime syndicate.

Things I liked:

- Making the Kessel run. The visuals were pretty cool with the tunnel vision, the Imperial ship, and darting off into the wild unknown with the eldritch monster. Here’s a good example at telling something the audience doesn’t know: Han cheated to do the run in 12 parsecs using the coaxium, which is why no one believes that he actually did that fast. So that’s funny. (”Not if you round down” was a cute line, too.)

- The riot scene with the droids at the mine. They were having a good time.

- Chewie helping his fellow Wookies to get free, and that moment where they touched foreheads. Small character movements like those make a big difference.

- Vos’ blades. That looked like kyber power, which means that those were probably super expensive, and that’s cool characterization.

So, no. I didn’t like Solo: A Star Wars Story. It added nothing to the characterization of Han or the Skywalker space opera universe we’ve all come to know and love. I know the prequels aren’t as beloved because of the political content, but I think a young Leia movie would’ve been a more worthwhile investment. We could have seen her on Alderran, a planet which we know nothing about, struggling with the life of being both royalty and a senator. We could’ve seen a young woman struggle to be taken seriously at her job that would have had actual in-universe repercussions for the storylines and characters we are familiar with. Yes, it could have had all the problems Solo did, but we would have known that Alderran would be blown up by the Empire, making us root for any chance we saw for characters to leave the planet (and be heartbroken when something required them to stay).

Young Leia was feisty, not afraid to stand up to Vader (of all people), and I want an origin story for her, dammit! I’m tired of men’s stories! Honor Carrie Fisher you cowards!

#star wars #asks #solo a star wars story #han solo

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kirynt · 7 years ago

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26 for Reylo?

Hello, my lovely! Thanks for submitting another prompt after my mishap with your first! I don’t know what to say - I sat down to write a little fluffy fic which then turned into kind of a long fluffy fic. I hope that you like it, and thanks for helping me get back into the groove with my writing XOXO Written after work so apologies for typos etc.

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This is a dream, thought Rey. Or a nightmare. After Han had called her into his office just afterher lunch break, she’d slipped in some oil and cracked her head on the garagefloor. This was all some strange, concussion-fuelled dream. It was too strangeto be real. Why else would her boss’s wife be here, begging her for thisfavour?

“Please,Rey? Kaydel has come down with stomach flu this morning, and it’s too late toreprint the programs.” Rey stared in disbelief at Leia Organa as she wheedledand pleaded with her, trying desperately to clean the grime from her fingers onan old oilcloth. She flicked her eyes to Han who was sitting at his desk,studiously and rather suspiciously avoiding her glance. Han was never thisinterested in paperwork. Maybe she waslying in a pool of her own blood on the concrete ….

“I’ll coveryour expenses, of course, this won’t cost you anything. It’s a bitold-fashioned for my tastes, auctioning off a date, but I let the charitycommittee convince me and I assure you that it will all be perfectly safe andabove-board.” Leia was practically giving her puppy-dog eyes now.

“Leave thegirl alone, princess,” Han muttered, rifling through last month’s invoices.

“Oh, and it’sfor such a good cause, too,” Leia continued, completely ignoring Han, whileeyeing Rey speculatively. “It’s for the Jakku District Children’s Home andHospice, just think of all the good the money you raise will do ….”

That was alow blow as far as Rey was concerned – Leia knew she was a product of thefoster system herself – but low though it was, it was pretty effective. Plusshe was a sucker for the Organa-Solo puppy-dog eyes.

“Iunderstand it’s for the kids’ home, but Leia … I’m a grease monkey from nowhere.Who would possibly want to buy a date with me? I mean, look at me,” shereplied, gesturing grubby hands in front of grubbier coveralls. “I’m just Rey.”

“Settingaside the fact that Han and I both love you and think the world of you –“ Reyflushed at the praise while Han chuntered something which Rey could have swornsounded like daughter under hisbreath “– Anyone would be lucky to date you! I would never put you in anembarrassing position, either. Please trust me and do me this one littlefavour.” She reached up and patted Rey’s cheek, and Rey couldn’t help but smileback. Han and Leia were always so kind to her, what was this one night ofpotential awkwardness to her?

“OK, I’m in,”she replied, shoulders slumping a little in the face of Leia’s smile.

“Thank youso much, my darling. We’ll have a lovely time together getting ready for thegala and who knows? Maybe you’ll get to go on a date with someone interesting!”If Han’s sudden paperwork obsession was suspicious before, the gleam in Leia’seyes now was downright alarming now. Rey hitched a smile on her face, and letherself be led away by Leia, who was calling over her shoulder to Han that Reywas taking the rest of the afternoon off to prepare for the charity gala withher.

Rey sighed.She already had met someoneinteresting. Interesting, handsome, tall, smart, and about a million miles outof her league. But she couldn’t tell Leia that – the interesting someone washer son, Ben Solo.

She’d metBen at the garage more than a year ago, shortly after she’d started working forHan. A gorgeous black ’75 Ford Silencer had growled into the shop one day, andout from behind the wheel unfolded all 6-foot-something of Ben. Rey wasinstantly smitten by his broad shoulders, crooked smile, thick hair and tastein cars. Han later explained that Ben had bought the Silencer as a wreck andthey’d fixed it up together a few years prior, something about making up forlost time. Imagining Ben under the hood of a car seemed strange to Rey, though –he was always immaculately dressed like his mother (tastefully but expensively)for his job at Leia’s foundation. Not long after she’d first seen him, hereturned in a different car – this time a ’77 Millennium Falcon in need of someserious work. Rey couldn’t believe it. It was wild enough that Han owned one ofthese rare models when it had always been Rey’s favourite, so seeing a secondone almost blew her mind. Ben quietly explained to Han and Rey that he’d foundthe old car while away for work in the next state over, and that he’d thoughtthat Han and Rey might like to work on it as a side project. Rey was so excitedthat all she could do was squeal and gibber until Han sent her away to calmdown and help Chewie (his business partner) with a tyre change.

Things hadnot improved after that between Rey and Ben. His polite enquiries made her sonervous that she could barely speak around him; whenever he brought lunch infor the crew, Rey would take her portion and scuttle away so he couldn’t seeher eating like a ravenous toddler (a hangover from the foster home years). Yeah,some catch she was. Crushing hopelessly on her boss’s son, covered in greaseand brake fluid and goodness knows what else every time they met. Still, Benpersisted, making a point of talking to her whenever he dropped by the garage,alone or with his mother. His kindness and patience made her like him all themore.

Rey’smusings were cut short when Leia bundled her into the back of her town car,while giving clipped orders on her phone. She gathered that they would beheading straight to the Diplomat Hotel in downtown Coruscant, where the galawas being held, so that Rey could be gotten into some sort of presentable shapefor the evening’s auction. Rey gulped and wondered what she was possibly thinkingwhen she agreed to this for about the hundredth time, stumbling from the car tothe hotel lobby, then up in a glass elevator, finally being ushered into whatseemed to be one of the penthouse suites in the hotel.

As Reysoaked in the enormous claw foot tub, her mind drifted back to Ben. Surely, hewould be here tonight – he worked with his mother, after all. Perhaps thiscould be a blessing in disguise. Rey would finally be on a more even footingwith him, clean and dressed in something nice by Leia. The afternoon darkenedto evening as she was pampered, polished and pressed into the most beautifuldress she’d ever seen. Leia herself had reappeared, dressed regally in darkblue with a high collar, tasteful gold jewellery at her ears, fingers andwrists, directing the finishing touches on Rey’s ensemble.

Rey’s dresswas a confection. She had never seen (let alone worn) anything like it. It wasa silvery-white chiffon with black lined patterning giving the illusion offolds and ruffles in an almost Grecian style. Gems were embroidered at hershoulders on either side of a high boat-neck that allowed her collarbones topeep out. The billowing sleeves were slit to the elbow, the golden skin of herupper arms on display; the waist was cinched with an embroidered sash to matchthe shoulders; the skirt flowed gently to the floor and seemed to float aroundher as she turned in front of the suite’s full-length mirror. Her hair wascurled and bouncing around her face, her makeup had been kept simple. She feltgrown-up and beautiful.

She turnedat the sound of a slight sniffle behind her. Leia’s eyes were glittering, herarms crossed as she smiled kindly at Rey.

“You looklovely,” she murmured, reaching out to take Rey’s arm. Her heart startedpounding and she struggled to listen to Leia’s instructions as she steered herdownstairs. Leia left her with a reassuring hug in a little dressing roombehind the stage of the grand ballroom, where she could hear the noise of acrowd and the clinking of glasses, followed by the unmistakable voice of Leiaover the microphone.

Rey triedto remember her role for tonight again as she tuned out Leia’s auctioneering,and the laughter and applause of the audience as the evening got underway. Come up to stand beside Leia when I’mbrought to the stage, she repeated to herself. Smile, don’t be nervous, and look at Leia who will be right there withme the whole time. She shifted anxiously on her feet, thanking any deitylistening that Leia knew her well enough to put her in very low heels so she wouldn’thave to add tripping to her list of worries.

Then, justas the afternoon had sped past so quickly, an assistant was coming to guide herto the stage. She waited in the wings, her hands clasped tightly together asshe watched Leia charm $30,000 from a bidder in the audience for the honour ofa day running the Skywalker-Organa Foundation with her. Through her nerves, Reycouldn’t help but smile. As if sensing her smile while the applause and cheersfrom the audience died down, Leia turned to her and gestured for her to joinher. Rey took as deep a breath as she could over the hammering of her heart,and stepped out into the spotlight.

“Ladies andgentlemen, this is the wonderful Rey. A warm welcome for Rey, please!” Leia wasintroducing her to polite applause from the audience as she strode to whereLeia stood behind a lectern with a gavel. She could feel her face flushingunder her makeup as she managed a shy smile in the direction of the audience;she couldn’t see any faces with the lights in her eyes, only indistinct shadowsand sounds. As she reached Leia, she felt her soft hand slip into hers, givingher a squeeze as she beamed proudly up at Rey.

“Rey hasbeen kind enough to offer date with her lovely self to the lucky highestbidder. By day, Rey is an extremely talented mechanic; she specialises invintage automobiles and works for none other than Mr Leia Organa, but we won’thold that against her.” The audience laughed appreciatively and warmly, and Reysqueezed Leia’s hand again as she continued, “Rey likes Italian food, Frenchwine, and American cars.” Rey couldn’t help but give a little giggle at that –she always tried to snake Han’s lunch whenever he brought leftover pasta towork, and Leia would often give Rey little presents of bottles of nice wine orchocolates that she thought she might enjoy. Rey had never been spoiled in herlife, and would still stutter and blush any time Leia would produce gifts. Leiawould be kind and understanding, diverting their conversation to make Reycomfortable again.

“Let’sstart the bidding at five thousand dollars!”

Rey took anervous breath – this was the part she’d been dreading. What if no one bid? Fivegrand seemed an awful lot of money to her, even with her dressed to the ninesand talked up by Leia. To her surprise though, Leia found a bidder straightaway – and then another right after that. The bidding continued to rise asanother few seemed to get involved. The house lights had risen a little now sothat Leia could look out and see the bidders, and Rey took the opportunity toscan the crowd. With a pang, she realised she didn’t recognise anyone otherthan Han and Chewie, who were propping up the bar but who gave her very encouragingthumbs-ups as she glanced their way.

“That’stwenty thousand to the gentleman at table thirty, thank you! Do I hear twenty-two?Thank you, to the madam on the phone! Twenty-four?”

The amountcrept higher and higher, slipping past thirty and then forty thousand. Reycould scarcely believe it, and clung tighter to Leia’s hand. The biddersdropped away until there was only a dashing older gent toward the back of theroom, and the woman whose bidder was on the phone. They made it to fiftythousand.

“Well, wehave some serious competition for my Rey’s company, as well we should. I’mupping this to increments of ten thousand now.”

Thegentleman raised his auction paddle and called out, “Sixty!”

Leiagestured to the woman on the phone, who appeared to listen to instruction for amoment then raised her paddle also. The gentleman raised his again as Rey tooka moment to look him over – he seemed a dashing man with slightly silver hair,and a warm smile. A date with him would probably be quite nice. But the womanon the phone was not out of it yet, her platinum hair and tall statue easy topick even with the glow of lights still in Rey’s eyes.

The biddingwent past one hundred thousand dollars. Rey was shivering. Leia was lookinglike the cat who’d gotten the cream.

Then came apause. The older man had taken a moment or two to raise his paddle for onehundred and twenty thousand. Leia looked expectantly back to the blonde woman,who was now muttering rapidly into her cell phone. There was a tense moment ofsilence, then the blonde ended the phone call. She raised her paddle slowly,and clearly announced to the room, “Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”

The roomerupted into excited murmuring as Leia motioned back at the older gentleman. Hesmiled politely and shook his head.

“Well, that’sone quarter of a million dollars for a date with my Rey, once, twice and soldto our phone bidder! Congratulations, madam.” The blonde gave a gracious nodthen slipped away to meet with the auction officials at the side of theballroom.

“We’ll takea short break after that excitement and will return with more fun andentertainment shortly. Enjoy the open bar!”

The stagelights dropped and a curtain swung across in front of them, muffling thechatter and applause from the audience. Rey blinked, trying to adjust to therelative darkness. She still held Leia’s hand.

“You did sowell, my darling,” Leia said, patting her face and bringing Rey back toherself. “Are you alright?”

“Did thatreally just happen? Who was the lady who was bidding?” Rey whispered as stagecrew surrounded them, Leia weaving through them to lead her back to her littledressing room.

“I’ll leaveyou here for the evening. I believe your date is waiting!” Leia was squeezingher hand once more, but then let it go as she glided back toward the stage.

“My date? Now?” Rey squeaked, jumping as the doorin front of her swung open.

There, astall and broad and handsome as ever, stood Ben Solo. He reached out a hand toRey, his tuxedo snug across his shoulders as she ran her eyes over his face. Shecouldn’t help but reach out to him too, allowing herself to be pulled into thedressing room, hearing the door swing softly shut behind her.

“Ben? I don’tunderstand,” she gasped, heart thrumming wildly in her chest again. “It was youthe whole time, on the phone?”

Ben gaveher one of his crooked smiles that she loved so much (that reminded her of Han,and Leia, and felt like home) and nodded.

“You spentall that money on me? It’s too much, why …?” she trailed off, realising againjust how much money he’d spent. “Did Leia put you up to this? Did she tell youhow worried I was? Oh God, we don’t have to go on a date if Leia paid for youto –“

Her nervousbabbling was silenced when he pulled her close, his large palm pressing intothe small of her back, sending tingles up her spine through the light fabric ofher dress.

“Sweetheart,you’re worth every penny,” Ben breathed, eyes flickering back and forth betweenhers as he kissed her cheek softly. Rey sighed and felt her face blushingfuriously.

“Rey, willyou go out with me?”

“Ben, I can honestly say I never thought you’d ask.”

Rey’s gown is of course this beauty

#rey #ben solo #reylo #reylo fic #kirynt writes #my asks #reylo modern au #wow it has been a long while since i managed to write anything even nearly as coherent as this

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bluejaytaco · 6 years ago

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Superhero AU

You can read it as The Failings of Project Millennium here! Hope ya enjoy!

“You could have killed him!”

He was sick of having this argument. “So what? Maybe someone should actually do it and put the kid out of his misery!”

“Are you even listening to yourself?! He's a child!”

“Barely. You know he barely qualifies as even a 'he' anymore. That's not your son; that's an experiment gone haywire!”

“He's still family, Malik.”

“Then I'm doing him a favor.”

The thought back to the argument filled Malik with regret. He could still see the look on his sister's face when she heard him talk so bluntly about Horus. He knew none of this was easy for Isis. The day she presented the infant to Kaiba was the lowest he'd ever seen her. But he helped convince her it was all for the best. The Kaiba Corp scientists would treat him well. He would be able to help people. He would be a hero.

Malik wasn't completely wrong. Horus was alive and well. He was running around the city as a masked vigilante. Although the fact that he was seeking out his mother was concerning, in a way.

It was also concerning that one of his eyes looked as though it had lenses. He decided it was probably for the best that he didn't tell that part to his sister. Just like he didn't tell her about all the other children who were brought in to partake in the abilities they themselves had trouble controlling.

His powers pulled as he felt someone step up from behind him. He sighed and closed his eyes. “I told you this wouldn't-” He immediately snapped his mouth shut when he saw his visitor wasn't Horus. It was a different mask; the mask of a falcon with an orange sun on the forehead.

Malik turned to him completely. “You witnessed the fight today. I'm guessing your name is Ra?”

He nodded. “One of my names, yes.”

“You hid your abilities well. Why didn't you attack me with Horus?”

Ra looked down for a moment and thought deeply about his answer. “Horus... doesn't know I'm around. I'd like to keep it that way for now.”

Malik tilted his head and crossed his arms. “Is there a reason or do you just like to be all secretive for no reason?”

“Horus and I aren't the only two. There's still two more out in the world. I know where one of them is located. The other, however...”

“I know about Anubis. I saw the files.” It didn't take much to gain the information he needed. Just a quick manipulation of one of the Kaiba Corp employee's mind.

“Then you know what I'm going to ask.”

Malik nodded and sighed through his nose. “I do. And I won't get involved. I just want to move on with my life and leave this mess behind.”

Ra shrugged. “That's enough for me. Just stay out of the way and you'll get exactly that.” He moved to the edge of the building.

“It might be a good idea to keep close to Horus. Anubis might be following him.”

He only paused to hear what Malik had to say. Then, he stepped off into a dark void he created himself.

Malik watched and let out a breath. These children were going to be more of a problem than Ra claimed; he could feel it.

“It burns!”

“Stop whining. If you didn't try to get into a fight with your uncle, you wouldn't be in this position.”

Atem pouted at Kaiba and fought to get away from his hands. But then the cloth was pressed against his temple again and he hissed.

Kaiba held it there for a moment. The blood had been cleared away but there was still the possibility of infection if the wounds weren't properly cleaned and bandaged. Wounds like this always took much longer to heal than the simple knife or bullet wound. “Hold it there.”

Atem placed his hand over the cloth as Kaiba let go. He watched him turn away and prepare something to cover the cut.

“You're lucky he didn't cut any deeper or else we'd be looking at your skull.” Kaiba picked up the mask and observed it. Aside from a few dents in the gold, it was still intact. “We might want to consider modifying this to protect you better.”

“I like it the way it is.”

“It's not doing its job.”

Atem raised an eyebrow. “Its job is to protect my identity. I think it's doing it very well.”

Seto looked as though he wanted to say something but quickly thought better of it. He clenched his jaw and put the mask down. “There's no malfunction in your eye, right?”

Atem shook his head.

Kaiba pushed Atem's hand away and put a bandage over the wound. “Try to keep yourself from getting killed before that heals. I have to get back to work cleaning up your other mess.”

Atem felt something tense in him as Kaiba turned away. He hopped off the table and headed for the door.

“One more thing.”

He turned back and looked at his 'cousin.' Kaiba picked up the blood covered cloth but didn't look at him. “Don't let yourself get too attached to Yugi. That's how you'll end up getting hurt.”

Atem snorted and looked away. “You would think that.” He walked out the door and left Kaiba to his thoughts.

“You've never been to Burger World?”

“Is it really that strange?” Atem smiled in amusement but felt a small bit of concern. What was the possibility of this blowing his cover?

Yugi shrugged. “Maybe not. I just never met anyone who didn't go there at least once. We used to go all the time in high school.” He adjusted the bag on his arm and smiled. “Anyway, Some friends and I are meeting up there. We might hit up the arcade or something too. Do you wanna come?”

Atem blinked and stopped walking. He'd never been invited anywhere. In his defense, it was largely due to never really stepping foot outside the Kaiba mansion up until a week ago but... would Kaiba be mad?

Did he actually care? Yugi was asking him to meet up with friends! People! People who weren't servants who feared him or the Kaiba brothers who still treated him like some kind of child. An overpowered child, yes, but a child.

Atem smiled. “I'd love to.”

Yugi smiled back. He liked that smile. “Great! Let's go!”

The walk there was quick. It was almost too quick for Atem's taste. It didn't give him a lot of time to learn about Yugi. To learn what made him smile. To learn what brought him absolute joy. But these were things he expected to learn in time. All he had to do was stay close.

A group of people waved from a couple of tables away from the door. Yugi beamed and nearly ran to the table. Atem followed suit.

“Yo, Yugi! You're just in time!” A taller boy with shaggy blond hair grinned with a wave. His smile fell ever so slightly at the sight of the stranger. Still friendly just more guarded.

Yugi continued to smile as he gestured to his new friend. “Oh. Atem this is Jounouchi,” he gestured to the blond, “Honda,” the brunet boy next to Jounouchi, “And Anzu,” the brunette girl on the opposite side of the table. Yugi then turned and looked at them as he gestured to Atem. “Guys, this is Atem. He's Kaiba's cousin.”

Jounouchi snorted as Yugi guided Atem to sit in the booth. “Kaiba's cousin, eh? Sorry to hear that.”

Honda rolled his eyes and looked at Atem. “Jou's got a bit of a sour history with Kaiba.”

Atem's lip twitched into a soft smirk. “Doesn't everyone?”

The blond barked out a laugh but didn't go any further as Yugi pulled up a chair for himself.

Anzu turned and looked at Atem. “So, how'd you meet Yugi?”

Atem sat up a little straighter. “We have a few classes together.”

“Atem's been helping me a lot. He's kind of brilliant.” Yugi grinned at the other fondly. He watched with satisfaction as a light blush came over the other boy.

“I wouldn't go that far.”

Anzu leaned on the table and eyed the newcomer with a soft smile. “What're you studying at DIT?”

He shrugged. “It was just a good opportunity to learn something new.” And that turned into a very good decision. He glanced over at Yugi and saw the eyes still on him. They were smiling just like he did at the mention of friends.

Atem couldn't help but smile back. The look was interrupted by a waiter taking their orders. He listened closely as everyone listed what they wanted and figured out the pattern for it before ordering his own items.

He had no idea what he was getting but it was enough to know he would be blending in easily with the other people. Throughout the meal, he mostly just listened to them talk about games and such. Occasionally he would throw in his thoughts. Living in the Kaiba mansion surrounded by the very games that replaced weapons made him pretty knowledgeable in games of all types.

But it would seem there was a reason Kaiba got so frustrated with Yugi. Yugi made Kaiba look like an amateur by comparison and he did it in a way that was far from intimidating. Questions were answered without a scoff or even a hint of annoyance. Rather, the questions were met with enthusiasm for the opportunity to teach someone about his passion. It was refreshing.

The arcade wasn't too far from the burger place. It was only a block down, right past the spot where the Pharaoh was thrown into a window and defeated. The window still sported the spider-web crack from his body and the sidewalk looked as though it had some kind of crack of its own.

Atem tried not to look at that spot.

Everyone scattered when they entered the arcade. The place was already pretty crowded but that was fine. No one cared they had to wait a moment for a game.

Atem found his way over to a shooting game about shooting people who came back from the dead. He'd seen Honda challenge Yugi to a fighting game and a small crowd had gathered around Anzu as she worked on getting a perfect score on the dance game near the front.

“Mind if I join ya?” Jounouchi picked up the second player gun and put in a few tokens.

Atem smiled to him as the two began annihilating anything that stood in their way. They did it in silence for half of a level before Jounouchi spoke up.

“So, uh... Kaiba, eh?”

Atem nodded.

“How long you been there?”

“I guess it's been about three months.”

The blond was silent for a moment. He shot a few of the enemies getting a little too close to Atem. “So... don't look too deep into this but... How's he been?”

Atem glanced up at Jou. He stared into his eyes, hoping for some clue as to why that question was asked. Especially after what was said in the burger place. “He's been... Kaiba. No better or worse, I guess.”

Jounouchi nodded and tried his best to cover his smile. “Right. Of course, he is. Rich bastard's never gonna change.”

Atem snorted and emptied his clip into one of the bigger enemies. It would seem this sour relationship had a mixture of sweetness to it. But he didn't feel as though he was in a position to call Jou out on it.

“He must be pissed about your crush on Yugi.”

Damn. He should've asked. Instead, he stumbled with his gun. He just held it for a moment while Jou covered him. “Is it that obvious?”

“To me it is. Don't know if Yugi noticed cuz he's always in his own head.” Jou smirked without looking away from the screen. “Don't worry, bud. I got your back.” He stopped shooting as a cutscene loaded on screen. “Just let me know when you decide to make a move cuz I've got some advice.”

“...Did you and him...?”

“Hah, no not really. I've just been around long enough to watch a couple of people try and fail because they weren't speaking his language. But I got a good feeling from you.”

Atem blinked and tilted his head. He wasn't completely sure, but he thought this was probably a good thing. He wanted to be liked by Jounouchi. Despite his odd connection to Kaiba, which may or may not have been severed. He smiled softly and nodded. “Thank you, Jounouchi.”

“Eh, it's no big deal.”

“Grab the Rocket Launchers! They're our only chance to take him down!”

They turned back to see the giant monster on screen. Both brought up their guns and they switched over to the more powerful weapon.

A small message appeared in Atem's eye to indicate Kaiba was trying to contact him. It glowed red, softly and right near the edge of his peripheral. Atem ignored it.

“I'm gonna need a rematch soon.”

“Should we be takin' bets this time? I'm pretty sure you're not going to beat him.”

Yugi smiled. “He got close this time.”

Anzu shook her head and sighed at the shorter boy. “You know you're just encouraging this to go on longer.”

“Not on purpose.”

Atem just smiled to himself as he listened to the group. It was nice to be around people who could be so carefree. For a while, he wasn't sure people like this really existed outside of the fictional worlds he'd seen before. But here they were, as real as him.

He paused and lost his smile at the sound of a helicopter overhead. He didn't have to look around to know he wasn't the only one to hear it. They all knew what it meant.

Seto Kaiba walked up to the group casually.

Atem watched as everyone's stances changed from relaxed to tense. All four of his new friends looked at Kaiba as if they were preparing for a fight. But not a word was spoken. The CEO walked passed them all as his eyes landed on Atem. He said nothing as his gaze stayed locked.

Atem stood his ground as Kaiba stopped by his side. “Last warning.” He said it so softly Atem was sure none of the other people in his group could hear it.

Atem didn't open his mouth. He clenched his jaw and sent a message in his silence. Kaiba would not continue to run his life. He could bitch and moan all he wanted but at the end of the day, Atem would decide for himself what he wanted to do.

The message landed. He could tell by the way his faux cousin walked away. He could also tell the argument was far from over. The experiences of arguments in their past led him to that conclusion.

But, for now, it was done. For now, Atem had won.

But somehow the victory felt concerning as it sat in the back of his mind. There was something he wasn't considering. A longer game.

That was the one Atem would have to win. Both of them knew that more than anything.

Yugi was a little disappointed when Atem decided it was time for him to leave. It was possible whatever Kaiba had mumbled to him was enough to get him to return home but that didn't stop the dejected feeling that flowed through him. He wanted to spend more time with Atem; he wanted to get to know him better.

He wanted a lot of things from Atem.

It was kind of like his old crush on Anzu except with a different level of intensity. When he liked Anzu in a way a little more than platonic, it could be considered nothing more than innocent puppy love. He had thought about dating and possibly an overindulgence in fantasies of marriage and a family. Sure, sexual thoughts came to mind but...

But the fantasies weren't the same. Anzu was sweet and loving; Atem was hot and heavy. Fewer candles and roses, more ropes and bite marks. And something in his eyes made Yugi think he caught onto the thoughts.

Or maybe he was just hoping Atem was a mind reader so he didn't have to eventually admit to it.

Yugi walked into the game shop to find all the lights were off. He could only assume his grandfather wasn't feeling well and decided to close up early for the night. Although, if that were the case, he would usually call and see if Yugi would have the time to stand in for him.

But then he heard the sound of something beeping from the back room. He followed the sound. “Grandpa?”

The soft beeping stopped.

Yugi walked into the room and glanced around at all the boxes that were open. The contents inside had been shifted around as if his grandfather were looking for something important. He spotted him as the old man slowly climbed to his feet.

Yugi moved in closer. “Are you having trouble finding something?”

Sugoroku chuckled. “Oh no, I'm just working on doing some restocking. The shelves were looking a bit sparse after today's rush.”

Yugi glanced back out into the store. He hadn't remembered seeing much out of place. The store had been a little slow lately so pretty much all the same products were on the shelves for the last few months. Still, he didn't call his grandfather out on it. “Sorry, I should've been here to help.”

The older Mutou waved it off. “Eh, you have your own life and your friends. I wasn't gonna spoil your good time so you could come here and just watch me work.”

Yugi smiled softly for a second before it fell into a curious look. “What's that?” He pointed to the tablet in his grandfather's hand.

Sugoroku immediately turned off the screen. “Nothing really. Just a new thing for cataloging the store. A gift from a friend.” Before Yugi could ask another question, he changed the subject. “I'm sure you have a lot of school work. Why don't you go get started on that? I'll have dinner ready soon.”

Yugi eyed his grandfather for a moment before the smile was forced to return. He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I'll do that.” He turned back to the door. “Just let me know if you need help, okay?”

“Don't worry about me, kiddo.” He waved at Yugi's retreating form happily before his face fell again and he returned to the tablet. He turned it back on and continued to look over the updated condition of Subject Horus and the pictures sent to him. He needed to work to see if he could figure out who sent this to him.

But he had a feeling he knew exactly who. He wondered what caused the man to rise again; last they spoke he only wanted to live his life without another thought to any of this. No more experiments; no more enhanced children.

But it looked as though Subject Horus was still alive and well. That could be dangerous if he ran into any of the other three.

He didn't know what Gorzuburo did to his poor sons but now knowing Horus was still around, he could only assume the worst. Sugoroku tapped on the screen and found his contact has kindly given him a short list of people to contact with more information.

It would seem Seto Kaiba knew something considering his name was there. But Sugoroku clicked on a different name. One that seemed much more dire.

It was simply labeled Valentine.

#Superhero AU #atem #malik ishtar #isis ishtar #yugi mutou #jounouchi katsuya #honda hiroto #anzu mazaki #seto kaiba #sugoroku mutou #puzzleshipping #puppyshipping #violetshipping #ygo fanfiction #writings

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unexpectedreylo · 7 years ago

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Spoilerific Thoughts On “Solo”

Rosé All Day In The GFFA!

As of writing, I’ve seen the movie twice and I really enjoyed it both times. Forget those tales of a troubled production; Ron Howard made a solidly entertaining, fun film with lots of goodies and surprises for fans of most stripes.

“Solo” is basically a heist movie and a Marvel-esque origin story at the same time. When we meet Everyone’s Favorite Smuggler, he’s a runaway living in Corellia’s dark and filthy underworld hoping for the big score to get him and his girlfriend Qi’ra away from their Fagin-like “master.” We march through Han’s escape from Corellia, how he ended up with his last name, his abrupt and necessary decision to go to the Imperial Academy, his time as an Imperial officer, his first meeting with Chewbacca, and his re-entry into the galaxy’s underworld with his mentor, Tobias Beckett. We witness his first meeting with Lando Calrissian and finding the love of his life, at least the one that isn’t a breathing person, the Millennium Falcon. The famous sabacc game? It’s there. So’s the legendary Kessel Run. All of the while, Han’s penchant for trouble and not listening to anyone but himself puts him in danger over and over. It’s all great character development and enjoyable to watch. But there’s more! In “Solo,” we see the gray and topsy-turvy world of the galaxy’s criminal class. Sometimes it appears glamorous and beautiful, sometimes it looks just like what it is: dirty and awful. The good turns out to be bad and the bad turns out to be good. All of the while, Beckett reminds Han never to trust anyone.

So, you might ask, what did you think of Alden Ehrenreich? Alden was in the same crappy position that Chris Pine was in while playing Captain Kirk in the more recent Star Trek films; it’s very difficult to step into a very famous role played by a very famous actor. Ewan McGregor had a similar problem but because he played Obi-Wan decades younger, it gave him a lot more wiggle room to define the character himself while making it credible he and Alec Guinness were playing the same guy. Ehrenreich and Pine were playing their respective roles less than 20 years younger than their more legendary incarnations. That’s tough. I’m certain some people are blowing off this film simply because they can’t accept someone else playing Han Solo. The other side of that coin is it’s precarious in HOW you play the character. Take on too much of Ford’s affectations, it looks like an impersonation, one that could descend into parody fast. Completely ignore them and people won’t connect that it’s Han Solo at all. Now, Ehrenreich doesn’t really look much like Ford. He’s shorter, his nose is smaller, the whole shape of his face is different. There’s only a bit of resemblance around the eyes and the makeup people thoughtfully added Ford’s chin scar. It’s a little jarring when you realize that eventual son Kylo Ren (Adam Driver) really does look related to Ford while Ehrenreich looks like neither one of them. My mom the movie critic, who saw the movie with me and my brother the first time, thought Ehrenreich is actually better-looking than Ford. But (and there’s always a but) attitude can make up for a lack of resemblance. More on that in a second. For what it’s worth, Ehrenreich does have the right attitude. It’s like seeing a more boyish Han, one who gets by on b.s. and bluster, who’s a tiny bit full of himself, and who hasn’t experienced a decade’s worth of betrayals yet to come and other things that made him far more world-weary in ANH. This Han is charming and self-assured, a cinnamon roll whose circumstances define him but won’t defeat him and turn him into well, Qi’ra. From this movie, it’s easy to see why he was drawn to Rey in TFA. He saw a lot of himself in her.

Everyone does a pretty bang up job in the film performance-wise. I have to say Donald Glover absolutely kills it as Lando. Glover doesn’t really look like Billy Dee Williams but he’s got the Lando-ness down perfectly: the smoothness, the vague sleaziness, the flair for fashion, and all around cool. He even nailed Williams’s way of speaking without making it an impersonation. Glover has so much charisma in the part, I really wouldn’t mind seeing him again in his own adventure. Woody Harrelson was an excellent fit as Beckett. Harrelson brings his own charisma and worldliness as the father figure who initiates Han into the life that as prophesized, he never got out of. Casting him was a great idea. Also worthy of mention is Phoebe Waller-Bridge as L3-37, or simply “L3.” Funny and sassy, you’ll be touched by her short time onscreen. And the mysterious Enfys Nest (Erin Kellyman) who turns out to be not quite what we thought.

The surprise in this turned out to be Emilia Clarke as Qi’ra. Of all the new characters, she’s easily the most fascinating. She’s beautiful, smart, resourceful, and tough but also a bit of a femme fatale. She has a heart but she’s also hungry and hell bent on not ending up a Corellian street rat again. She is what Han could have been with a few degrees of difference in his personality or more time spent a virtual slave on Corellia, what Rey could have been had she decided to trade on her looks and feminine wiles for material security from crime bosses. The interesting thing about her is she clearly cares about Han. I don’t know if she loves him per se but she does care about him enough to know she has to protect him from her. She’s sort of like that old Amy Winehouse song, “You Know I’m No Good.” Paul Bettany’s character and Beckett both warn Han that he doesn’t know her as well as he thinks he does and that she’s done some pretty bad things. We know for sure she allied herself with a crime syndicate that has committed atrocities and well, we find out toward the end how far her darkness extends. She accepts Han’s affections but to a point. Why? She knows they can’t get attached. At the end, when she splits in the mobile Crimson Dawn HQ, it seems to parallel the last Force bond seen in TLJ. In TLJ, Rey has to do it for her own sake as well as Kylo’s. In this movie, Qi’ra does it for Han’s own good. The more he’s kept away from this stuff the better, not so much IMO she fears that lifestyle would destroy him as she realizes at some point her knife has to go between Han’s shoulder blades if he keeps hanging around.

Poor Han. Not only can the guy never escape trouble, he’s constantly faced with betrayal throughout his life, which it is easy to see why he leans so much on Chewie. Say what you will about Chewbacca, but he’s the one of the very few beings who never lets Han down. Sadder yet are the implications of Han’s upbringing and his relationships with authority/father figures. In one conversation with Lando, Han mentions his blue collar dad that he wasn’t close to. Who knows what THAT relationship was like? Han tells his Imperial recruitment officer that he “has no people,” so the officer christens him Solo. (For all we know, Han’s real last name is Wallbanger or Horowitz or Seymour-Butts.) Why Han was on the streets is still a mystery. Did Han simply run away from home? Was it disagreement and butting heads or was there severe dysfunction, i.e. addiction, abuse, neglect? Did Han do something to the old man? We don’t know and it’s not like Han to tell. Han takes to Beckett as a surrogate father figure who of course betrays him. Another fascinating and tragic parallel takes place near the end of the movie. Most people pay attention more to the “Han shot first” aspect of it rather than how this scene predicts Han’s eventual fate in TFA. Han kills his father figure just as his own son will eventually kill him. Han of course was acting in self-defense but it’s tragic all the same. Han’s family situation also predicts the struggles he has in his relationship with Ben Solo. In this context it makes sense that a man who had no idea what a dad is like would struggle to be one himself, especially since he’s almost or at middle age when it finally happens.

Another thing to love about “Solo” is its careful attention to the mythos. The film has the style and feel of Brian Daley’s novels from back in the day, while much of Han’s backstory, known to Star Wars lore fans for decades, is in here. Moreover, elements from the expanded universe, video games, The Clone Wars, and the prequels are brought in to great effect. Teras Kasi? Glee Anselm? The Maw? Carrida? Aurra Sing’s fate? Colo claw fish roe as an appetizer? It’s all in here!

I will say this: DARTH MAUL’S SHOCK CAMEO GIVES ME LIFE!!!

I blurted out, “What the hell?!” when he turned up at the end of the film. (I also had to explain to my brother, who had never seen The Clone Wars or Rebels, why Maul was still alive.) A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. That Qi’ra is working for him has a whole host of implications for her and possibilities for Maul to return in other Star Wars canon. And yes, that’s Ray Park reprising his role and Sam Witwer voicing him.

“Solo”’s score is pretty good, a mix of original and unique music and John Williams’s classic scores. Listen for some fun callbacks like “Asteroid Chase” from TESB.

Like “Rogue One,” “Solo” is a smaller movie than the bigger, sweeping main saga flicks. It doesn’t have TLJ’s artistic ambitions or haunting quality. But there’s room for a movie that’s pure fun with a few more layers than expected.

#solo han solo ben solo star wars solo: a star wars story

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lj-writes · 6 years ago

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First chapter in my ESB rewrite

(The repetitive, lazy writing is intentional. I’m also really playing up the more ridiculous aspects of the movie. Warning: compared to The Last Jedi, at least, this fic might actually make sense.)

Star Wars: Episode II: The Last Jedi Strikes Back

The EMPIRE reigns. Having discovered the location of the Rebellion, Emperor Palpatine now deploys merciless legions to restore military control of the galaxy.

Luke Skywalker has gone in search of Jedi Master Yoda, certain that he can restore a spark of hope to the fight.

But the Rebellion is in grave danger. As the Empire speeds toward the rebel base, the brave heroes mount a desperate escape….

Chapter I: The Evacuation

The Avenger loomed over the jungle moon, its shadow casting doom on the rebel base. Below, General Rieekan shouted orders, loading transports with evacuees. Above the planet, the Home One waited for the evacuation to complete so the fleet could escape into hyperspace.

Suddenly Rieekan looked up as something massive emerged from hyperspace. It was a Star Destroyer, black and bigger than any Star Destroyer the general had ever seen. It was the dreadnought Eclipse, and it had come to wipe the rebel base from off the face of Yavin IV.

From the Avenger’s bridge, Captain Needa turned and smirked to his commanding officer. “Our first catch of the day.”

“I have my orders from the Emperor himself,” said Admiral Piett with sober triumph. “Wipe them out. All of them.”

As the hearts of the rebels filled with dread, a ship approached the Star Destroyer Avenger.

From the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon, C-3PO murmured, “I have a bad feeling about this.”

Chewbacca growled at him, an admonition to be upbeat and think happy thoughts.

“With all due respect, Chewbacca,” came the voice of Ackbar, the fleet admiral, “I’m with the droid on this one.”

“Well, thanks for the support, admiral,” Han snarked from the gunner’s position. “Chewie, open communications.”

Chewie flicked a switch and a signal was transmitted to the Star Destroyer Avenger.

“This is Han Solo of the Millennium Falcon,” said Han loud and clear over the channel. “I have an urgent communique for Admiral Pete.”

“Patch him through,” Piett ordered, walking the length of the bridge. “This is Piett. Your rebellion is at an end. You are all scum and war criminals. There will be no terms, no surrender. We will eliminate your filth from the galaxy.”

Han drummed his fingers on the trigger. “Hello?”

“Yes?” asked Piett.

“I’m holding for Admiral Pete.”

“This is Piett,” the admiral snapped.

“Is Admiral Pete there?” Han demanded. “Can someone please get me an Admiral Pete?”

“I am Admiral Piett,” Piett snapped. “Can you hear me?”

“Piett? With a P?” asked Han. “Bony fella. Big Adam’s apple.”

“That is me,” Piett snapped. “I am Admiral Piett.”

“Look, is anyone even there? Why won’t you answer me?” Han snapped.

“This is Piett of the Imperial Navy,” Piett snapped. “I can hear you. Can you hear me?”

“Do I have the right number?” asked Han.

“We read you,” said Piett. “This is Piett.”

“Look, if I can’t get an Admiral Pete, can I talk to Ensign Ferder?” asked Han. “First name Nerv, is he on?”

“Is there a Nerv Ferder on this ship?” asked Piett loudly to the bridge.

“No, sir,” replied the crew with a straight face.

“There are no Nerv Ferders on this ship,” said Piett to Han.

“Well, that’s obviously wrong,” Han smirked.

Needa furrowed his brow. “I believe he’s tooling with you, sir.”

“Look, I can’t hold forever,” Han snapped. “If you see Piett, tell him I’ve got an urgent message from Admiral Ackbar. About his mother.”

Piett blinked. “What is it?”

“Oh brother. Boring conversation anyway,” Han muttered as he hung up. “Punch it, Chewie!”

Chewie roared and put the Falcon’s new booster to the test, sending Threepio flying into the wall with a wail and a clatter.

The Avenger opened fire, but the Falcon zoomed straight past it, heading straight toward the dreadnought.

“He’s insane,” Piett muttered. He dialed up General Veers on hologram. “Why aren’t you blasting that puny freighter?”

“That freighter is at too close range for our weapons,” Veers replied. “We’ll have to fight them ship to ship.”

“Then unleash our fighters at once,” said Piett, hanging up.

“Ten minutes too late,” Veers muttered. “Launch fighters!”

“That single freighter can’t penetrate our armor,” Ozzell scoffed.

“They’re not penetrating our armor,” Veers snapped. “They’re taking out our surface cannons.”

“Sir,” said Ensign Canady, “ventral cannons are fully primed.”

“Excellent,” said Veers. “Blast the rebel base to rubble.”

The cannons charged and reduced the base to a crater.

Meanwhile, the Falcon dodged and weaved as Han took out cannons effortlessly. Chewie roared triumphantly.

“I know, one left,” said Han. “Looks like we’ve got company.”

A swarm of TIEs zoomed after the Falcon. A blast hit the Falcon, causing a panel to blow.

“Threepio, get down there and patch that up!” Han bellowed.

“I’m going, I’m going!” Threepio called, barely able to stand with all the Falcon’s spinning maneuvers. Sparks were flying from a console in the wall.

Threepio stuck his finger in it and yelped as he was zapped. The sparks stopped, only to explode in two other places. Threepio stuck his fingers in the breaches, yelping each time he was zapped. Soon eight of Threepio’s fingers were in awkward and physically impossible positions.

Chewie roared from the cockpit, asking if the droid had gotten the problem under control.

“I’m running out of fingers!” Threepio cried. He stuck his last two fingers into the sparking mess. Then he shut his eyes and rammed headfirst into the console with a wail. The sparks stopped flying.

Threepio opened his eyes. “I can’t believe that worked,” he said amazedly.

Han blasted the last cannon and whooped.

“Yeehaw!” cried Chewbacca.

“Excellent work, Captain Solo,” said Ackbar. “The fleet is ready to make the jump to lightspeed. Return to the main cruiser at once.”

“With pleasure, your Admiralbleness,” said Han.

Chewie roared and turned the ship back toward the Eclipse.

“What are you, suicidal?” Han demanded. “He said return to the cruiser!”

Chewie roared in retort.

“What do you mean we won’t get far?” Han demanded. “I’ll tell you what, we won’t get very far if we don’t jump to lightspeed right now instead of playing hero!”

“Oh, Chewbacca, please do listen to Captain Solo!” Threepio cried. “This is madness!”

“Chewbacca!” Ackbar thundered. “Return at once!”

Chewie shut off Ackbar’s channel and ordered Gold Squadron to strafe the dreadnought.

“I’m the captain!” shouted Han. “I give the orders around here! You turn this ship around right now, you big hairy idiot, or you’re grounded for a month!”

Chewie roared and pelted the surface of the Eclipse with blaster fire.

The Y-wings began their bombing runs, dropping proton bombs on the dreadnought’s surface. They weren’t making much of a dent, and the TIEs were picking them off fast. The rebel ships began to be caught in one another’s explosions.

From the cockpit of her fighter, Holdo growled in frustration. Her release mechanism was jammed. She reached for the manual remote in the ceiling compartment, but it fell between her feet. Frantically, she attempted to scoop it up with one of her booted feet.

Seeing the other bombers weren’t doing any damage, Holdo realized what she had to do. She shot straight toward the bridge.

“Blast that fighter!” Veers ordered, but it was too late. The Y-Wing was careening straight toward the bridge.

Holdo closed her eyes and stomped on the detonation button.

“Well, f–” said Veers as a sudden explosion engulfed the bridge. A chain of explosions blossomed along the dreadnought, destroying it completely.

Chewie roared in triumph and made the jump to lightspeed.

Piett stood at the bridge of the Avenger, letting none of his fear show on his face.

Needa approached him. “Emperor Palpatine is requesting contact.”

“Excellent,” said Piett. “I’ll take the call in my chambers.”

The Emperor’s hooded head suddenly filled the bridge in blue hologram. “Admiral Piett,” growled the raspy old man.

“My lord, I report that–” Piett’s face smacked into the floor with a crunch as the Emperor used the Force to drag him across the bridge.

“My disappointment in your performance cannot be understated,” snarled Palpatine.

“My lord, they cannot get away,” said Piett, standing up only to slip on the puddle of blood from his nose. “We have them tied to the end of a string.”

The Emperor mused on this. “See me in my chambers at once.”

Chewie and Han stood before Admiral Ackbar.

Ackbar slapped his great fishy flipper across Han’s face. “You’re demoted,” he barked.

“Hey, now hold on just a second!” Han replied indignantly. “Chewie was the one going kamikaze, not me!”

Chewie roared. Ackbar slapped him. “You’re demoted!” he barked.

Chewie roared.

“For disobeying direct orders!” Ackbar barked.

“That’s not fair!” C-3PO protested.

“You wasted valuable lives on a suicide run–” Ackbar growled.

“We took down a dreadnought!” cried Han.

“Enough!” Ackbar shouted. “Lieutenant Solo, your Wookiee is on probation until further notice!” He stormed from the room.

“That’s it, I’m getting out of here,” Han muttered. “Come on, Chewie. We’re leaving this dump before we get into even more trouble.”

Chewie growled and shook his head.

“Come on!” Han snapped.

Chewie shook his head again and roared angrily.

“Fine!” Han snapped. “See you around, pal. I’m going to find Luke.”

Han stormed off to the hangar, muttering all the way.

#lmao #fanfic #the empire strikes back #tlj critical #the last jedi critical #long post #submission #queue are you

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Just Breathe - Chapter 3

RATING: Mature

This chapter could be a one shot by itself in all honesty.

He clearly had just been woken up by the force bond. His hair was tousled, eyes bleary and face had the light impression of sheets. But his own white tunic was virtually useless at protecting his modesty. He wore grey ribbed leggings and wool socks.

“Shoot, Ben this is not – ugh, I didn’t mean to! Please, can you just-” My face burned. I looked around frantically for a blanket or some sort of material to cover myself with.

It took him a moment, the cogs in his brain clearly struggling to process my panic. He cleared his throat and pointedly tried to look away when he registered why I was so flustered. “I see, uh, this is a bad time?”

Chapter 3 –

The scene after the madness was eerie. Several cloaked figures had descended from the woods of the unknown planet we were seeking shelter on and launched an attack on the Millennium Falcon. Thinking quickly, I had activated the blasters of the ship and they retreated almost immediately. A stillness fell over our camp, with the few remaining members of the resistance holding formation still. Two people doubled over with blaster wounds.

“Who the hell was that?”

Poe, naturally was the first to break the ice.

Leia, still wounded and recovering slowly emerged from the med bay towards the ramp of the ship.

“Natives I’m assuming. We should seek shelter elsewhere. Everyone, prepare to disembark.” She spoke with exhaustion lingering in her every breath.

Adrenaline still coursed through my veins, but Ben slipped back in to the forefront of my mind. Oh hell. How am I going to let him know everything’s ok? This force bond thing was turning out to be quite the burden. He seemed irrational when we had spoken. Who knows what he would do if he was being unreasonable.

I returned to the small lounge of the Millennium Falcon. I had yet to be assigned a task or post in the Resistance, so it was the understanding that I should just get out of the way. It felt wrong not helping, but even with decimated numbers the Resistance was a well-oiled machine. Anyone could see that.

Sitting cross legged, I decided to try to see if I could get a read on Ben through the force bond. I had never tried to bridge the gap, or even contact him before. The force seemed to pick its own time to bond us. It was easy to be suspicious that Ben had been trying to work explore the bond, several times I had felt little feathers on my mind of emotions that were not my own. Often worry and interest, but occasionally annoyance would make an appearance. Most of the time, I just wanted to ignore him.

I was still hurting.

Clearing my mind was difficult, but eventually I seemed to find a string of emotions that were not my own.

Sheer panic.

“Bloody impulsive desert rat scavenger - “

Ben?

I slammed my rapid pacing to a halt.

“Rey?!” Spinning in a circle, trying desperately to find her. She wasn’t here. But then how could I hear her?

It felt like a whisper in my ear.

“I’m fine, ok?”

“How are you doing this?” A feeling of adrenaline washed over that was not my own.

She whispered again, “I’m not sure how. But don’t worry, everything is ok. I don’t think I can keep this up though-“

Just like that, I was alone in my own mind. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The room was destroyed, but Rey was ok. Foolish desert rat, running off to fight without a weapon. Unarming my light saber, I stalked out from the room.

General Hux spotted me first, “Supreme Leader – “

I cut him off, “Have this room repaired. I’m retiring for the evening.”

“Sir, it’s only – “

“I will not have my orders questioned.” I snarled.

Not a word was spoken again as I left the hall immediately and returned to my private chambers. My legs gave out as soon as I neared my bed. Exhaustion challenged my frustration over Rey for dominance. If Rey was fine, I could afford to try to rest.

I had a feeling I was going to be perpetually tired trying to keep up with her.

I woke with a startle as the Millennium Falcon jumped to light speed.

All of a sudden my little corner was a lot more crowded. Finn and Rose had squeezed in to my right and were keeping up an easy conversation, while Poe lounged in one of the only chairs available looking thoroughly underwhelmed and slightly annoyed. General Leia was in deep discussion with several of the Lieutenants. I seemed to have woken up in a full blown meeting.

“What’s going on?” I elbowed Finn.

“Oh hey, your awake!” Giving me an easy smile. Everything was easy with Finn. “General Leia has a plan to go back to Canto Bight and try to reconnect with old Allies.”

Rose promptly added, “She wants to send you in undercover as a princess to recruit to the high rolling tables. Personally, I hate that place. I’m also fairly certain it’s pretty trashed right now”

“Wait, what?”

Confused was an understatement. “I’m going to look like a princess?”

Apparently I said this louder than expected, because the room fell quiet for a moment.

“Yes, you will look like a princess.” General Leia answered me with a cool and confident tone. I was floored.

Poe huffed audibly, which drew General Leia’s attention. “Yes, Poe?”

“This seems risky. This plan only works if you are a convincing princess, and I just don’t know if you can do it in all honesty Rey.” Poe explained in the most causal tone, looking like he might actually die from boredom in the middle of Millennium Falcon.

I took offense to that.

“Hey, I take offense to that!”

“I don’t mean it like you aren’t pretty, you are just a little rough around – “

Before any of the other Resistance members could speak, Finn decided to take the bullet on this one. “Ok, everyone let’s just calm down. Let’s just take a minute. Having a princess is not the only way to get in to the high rolling room on Canto Bight, right? Rose and I managed to get in there without looking like we owned a planet. We can do without one, I’m sure?”

“How well did that work out for you?” Leia interjected abruptly. The room fell silent as she struggled to her feet, still weak from the battle that was just two days prior.

Rose was the only one with the spine to respond, “In all fairness, not the best. We would’ve lasted longer if we looked like we belonged.”

“Exactly Ms. Tico,” Leia nodding, “and royalty will not be denied entry from any floor in Canto Bight. If we are to get to my contact, we are going to need to blend in to say the least.”

A young female spoke, Lieutenant Connix, “Couldn’t you just take the lead on this one then, since you are Princess Leia?”

A small smile graced Leia’s exhausted expression, “Thank you, but no. I have far too big a bounty over my head at the moment. These people may be rich, but even they won’t pass up that sum of free money.”

She turned to face me, that small smile almost reaching her eyes as she spoke. “Rey is the best choice to send in as a Princess. She’ll be able to defend herself even without a weapon, and with a little work I’m sure she can look the part.”

Ok, I was mildly offended by this but General Leia wasn’t one you can just openly yell at. Glancing at my hands, dirt and sores covered every square inch from my constant practicing and the recent battle with Ben So—Forget it.

Leia seemed resolved after a careful eyeing me over. I couldn’t help but fidget, and feel like everyone in the room was looking at me. I would kill to be back on Jakku in this moment.

“I will decide escorts later on, but for now I need Rey, Ms. Tico and Lieutenant Connix to follow me. Meeting dismissed, back to your post everyone.” Her tone was clear and concise, not even Poe decided to linger.

We filed out of the room on the heels of the real princess, who happened not to be going far before stopping next to a storage area. “Rey, you are a powerful young woman. You can do this, but it’s going to require some work. Rose will help you. I’ve briefed her on the usual dressing procedures, do you have any questions Ms. Tico?” Whom immediately shook her head. Leia nodded once and turned to Lieutenant Connix, “I have some personal items we are going to be needing. They should be in this storage unit, but they are going to need some attending to and possible adjusting. Please handle that, and bring them to these two when you are done.”

I yelped and swore loudly at Rose who immediately apologized but didn’t stop. “I’m sorry, but when was the last time you actually brushed your hair?”

“It wasn’t a priority on Jakku, ok?” I grumbled back and bit my lip to brace for the next blow. Give me running in the dessert and fighting a Praetorian guard any day over this. I had been forced to shower twice and physically had every inch of scrubbed, plucked and polished. Rose’s eye roll was practically audible.

“I’m going to go see if Lieutenant Connix is ready, I think I’ve done all we can without her. Don’t worry, the brush won’t be back… For a moment.” Giving me a small smile in the tiny mirror that we found before leaving the lounge area.

That’s when I felt the tug, and spun in my chair.

“Rey?”

My heart thumped for a moment, I was in nothing but a semi-long tunic and while I normally didn’t care how I looked… This was different. I met his gaze and involuntarily shudder.

“Shoot, Ben this is not – ugh, I didn’t mean to! Please, can you just-” My face burned. I looked around frantically for a blanket or some sort of material to cover myself with.

“Yes!”

What was happening to me? I never used to get so damn flustered all the time. My cheeks felt as hot as a light saber blade.

He must be peeking because all of a sudden, with a voice hitch he spoke, “Your hair is down, what is going on? I’ve never seen it down before…”

I made a non-committal noise and prayed for an early death.

Rose stumbled in to the room loudly, carrying several massive dresses that seemed too large for her tiny frame to carry.

“Oh Force, what are those?”

The horror must’ve been completely unmistakable on my face because all of a sudden Kylo was on his feet, light saber in hand but not armed.

Rose grinned, a constant energy of cheeriness. “General Leia has decided to dress you in some of her family gowns. I’ll add makeup and rearrange your hair as needed. If you are going to look the part, you might as well have the real thing.”

Take me back to the Sinking Sands.

“You… you want me to wear one of Princess Leia’s dresses?” The words felt odd in my own mouth.

Ben was confused to say the least.

“What is going on Rey?”

“I believe she actually gave you some of her mothers, Padme. She seemed to think their color palette would complement your skin tone. May I suggest the one I wish you would try first?” The obvious excitement from Rose had me hold my tongue. I wanted to say, Can I just have my split tunic and high boots back?

But never less, “Ok, so they are Padme’s. You can have me wear which ever one you want, but could I have a moment with them first? Alone? I’ll call you in.”

If this request was odd to her, she didn’t show it. Just nodded and popped up from her chair, “I’ll go get the shoes!”

I forced a polite smile until she left the room, before finally looking back to Ben.

“You don’t get to know what is going on, and you most certainly can’t stay to see me change so…” I snapped, the stress of being turned in to some child’s personal doll was getting to me. I never would have fathomed being in this moment right now.

“Are you going to wear one of Padme’s dresses? My grandmother’s?” The curiosity burned in his voice.

I sighed, nodded and rolled my eyes in one motion.

For a split second, I could argue that I think I saw him smile.

“Ben! Seriously, this is embarrassing!” I huffed before remembering I should probably be quiet. “Listen, you got to get out of here. I’m not going to change in front of you, and I need to start trying stuff on.”

He pondered that for a moment, screwing his lips up for a moment before sitting cross legged on the floor. “If I don’t watch you change, may I stay?”

The gall this moronic Sith idiot has. “Why would you even want to stay?!” I tried to catch my volume, but failed to do so.

He looked down for a moment, “I’ve never seen them before. I’ve seen some of Leia’s but not my grandmother’s, she would’ve worn them when he was still Anakin.”

The brutal honesty and openness was so surprising my jaw dropped. I snapped it closed and looked away. How could he be so damn annoying and pushy, but somehow sentimental?

“Ok, fine. But if you peak once before I say you can look, I will personally stab you with this bloody hair brush. Deal?”

He nodded, taking one last glance at me before pressing his face in to his hands.

Not attempting to peek at the easily most stunning female creature in the entire galaxy as she undressed took large sums of my personal will power.

But I would sit here forever if I meant I got to listen to her bicker with someone else other than me.

“Ow! Rose, that was me you just stabbed!”

Whoever Rose was, I felt a brief moment of comradery. Rey yelling at you is a force to be reckoned with.

I had discovered that the calmer I remained, the steadier and strong the force bond became. It was a careful line of meditation and being present. Sitting here was not technically difficult, but the anticipation of seeing Rey in something other than her usual attire was tempting. I was curious that it was my grandmother’s gown, I genuinely had never seen any of them before as my mother –

I stopped myself as rage flared inside of me.

Focus on something else. Focus on Rey.

“Is that it? Am I done?”

“No, I don’t want to see – Ok! Ok! Fine, I’ll look in the mirror.”

It was entirely quiet for a moment. My curiosity almost overwhelmed me, Rey hardly ever shut up and all of a sudden she was dead silent.

She spoke at almost a whisper, “Thank you, Rose. Could you please get me something to drink? I feel a little dizzy. Yes, I’m ok. Some water should help.”

She felt ill? A moment passed before she spoke. “You can look now, Ben.”

I couldn’t breathe when I opened my eyes. She was easily most beautiful being to ever live. A silver plated necklace held up layers and layers of the most tender fabric. Each inch of the dress hugged and floated at each of her incredible curves, teasing her womanly figure with such taste that it was undeniably sexy and enchanting in the same moment. Its golden top blended in to shades of blush and lavender before trailing behind her in a pool of colors. The thinnest gold ribbons laced around her foot and ankle, giving her several inches in height. Nervously chewing her lips, they were a shade of the loveliest rose that I could only imagine the silkiness of there texture. Her complexion glowed against the pastels and her hazel eyes glittered in anticipation. Her hair had been carefully pulled back from her face in a series of twists and knots to expose her stunning neck and bare toned back. She was the epitome of royalty.

I couldn’t find the words to speak.

She chewed her lip further, “I look ridiculous, I should change- “

“No.” It was a command.

“What?” Her voice wavered.

“Don’t change. You look… You look incredible.”

Silence.

I tried again, she was frozen in place. I couldn’t have looked away from her if I wanted to. My heart hammered in my chest, and in that moment I would’ve done anything she asked of me. You couldn’t say no to a goddess.

“Rey, you… No one could look more beautiful.”

These words hit home, and her cheeks flushed furiously.

“I-I don’t feel like myself. I don’t even think I can walk in these shoes.” She whispered, and I detected the first note of fear I’ve ever heard in her voice. It was involuntary but I crossed the room and offered her my hand.

“I’ll help you, Princess.”

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rye-views · 5 years ago

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Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980) dir. Irvin Kershner. 7.6/10

Chewie’s arms seem rather thin.

I think Yoda is what made this film for me.

Memorable Quotes: “You will know when you are calm, at peace, passive.” “No, no. There is no why.” “Always in motion is the future.”

Spoiler: [About the rebel base being situated on the icy planet of Hoth as Vader has remote probes going everywhere to look for them. One of the probes arrive on Hoth and Luke goes to investigate it believing its a meteor. He and his Tauntaun are attacked by a wampa immediately after he tells Han he’ll be investigating. After learning that Luke never returned, Solo goes out looking for him on his Tauntaun even though the doors must now be closed and he’s been warned that his Tauntaun won’t survive after the first marker due to the snow storm. Luke is melted on to the ceiling upside down and unconscious. When he comes to, he uses the force to grab his light saber and unattach himself and fight off the wampa. He runs out, but falls down and gets consumed by the cold as an image of Ben tells him to go to the Dagobah system and learn the Jedi Way from the Jedi master, Yoda. Solo finds Luke and warms him up by putting him inside the dead carcass of the Tauntaun while he sets up camp. They are saved the following morning. Luke is put into a water chamber to defrost. The probe has been destroyed, but their camp has been alerted of. They move to get the camp out of the planet as Darth Vader approaches. They arrive and use AT-AT walkers to attack the main power generators and bring down the energy shield. Luke’s gunner dies and he works with the other fighters to harpoon the AT-AT walkers and tangle its legs so that it trips and falls. Luke eventually crashes, but gets his way up to the AT-AT walker and blows it up from the inside. He then heads to the Dagobah system as Han and Leia leave together. Han was trying to leave the Alliance at this point to get the bounty off his head with Jabba the Hutt, but this incident stopped him again. His hyper drive isn’t working so fails to get to light speed. He enters an asteroid field to stop from being chased, because the others will eventually be destroyed. He lands on one asteroid and stays to fix his ship. He does try to get it out Leia that she likes him so that he has a reason to stay. She stubbornly says he’s too much of a scoundrel to like, but they do kiss. They also discover on the outside of the ship and they shoot them down. They also see that the ground isn’t rocky and the air is very moist. Han concludes that they aren’t in a cave, but rather the mouth of an exogorth. They get out of there. Luke crashes into Dagobah and meets a creature that rummages through his food and belongings. He claims he can take Luke to Yoda so he waits. The creature later starts talking to Ben and saying he can’t teach Luke, because of his lack of patience. It is learned that this creature is Yoda. Luke argues that he is ready, but Yoda disagrees. Ben convinces him saying that Ben wasn’t all that different. He begins his training. Yoda teaches him about having control and focus with the force by being at peace. In the dark part of the forest that they are in, Luke battles an image of Vader and makes it headless only to see himself within the face. Yoda keeps training him, but he keeps failing. Luke believes everything is impossible, including getting his X-Wing out from the swamp as it sank. Yoda wants him to believe and do whatever he wants through the force, but he doesn’t believe. Yoda inspires him by getting it out himself. Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine talk about a new power in the force appearing. They conclude that it is the son of Anakin Skywalker. Palpatine says he mustn’t become a Jedi and Darth Vader says he can turn them into one of him. Bounty hunters are used to find the Millennium Falcon and bring them back alive until the Imperial Stardestroyer finds them and attacks them. They can’t get to light speed, so they end up landing on the stardestroyer so it can’t be found. When the trash of the destroyer goes out, they float with it to escape, but are pursued by the bounty hunter, Boba Fett. They head to Han’s old friend, Lando, who is heading a mining colony while Luke learns to see the future and the past. He foresees Han and Leia in trouble and pain. He decides to go save them even

though Yoda says he isn’t ready and is risking everything they all fought for. He even goes against Ben talking with him and Yoda to prevent him from messing with this time in his training where he knows all he knows, but isn’t in full control. It’s the easiest time to give in to hate and be taken over by the Dark side. As he leaves. Ben tells Yoda that Luke is their last hope, but Yoda says there is another. Han and his crew is welcomed by Lando greatly. When they get inside, C-3PO gets shot down by an unseen being and Chewie finds him in the junk pile. After putting him back together, he reveals being shot by a Stormtrooper. At the same time, Lando surrendered them to Darth Vader, who had arrived before they did through Boba Fett. Darth Vader has Han frozen in carbonite to test the machine to freeze Luke to deliver him to the Emperor. Leia says she loves Han before he gets frozen and he says he knows. The frozen Han is give to Boba Fett to give to Jabba the Hutt. Vader then takes Leia and the droids even though the original agreement with Lando was to let them stay with him. Lando has his men stop the stormtroopers as they are headed to Vader’s ship. He then takes them to the east platform to save Han, but they are too late. Vader and Luke fight as Vader tries to convince to come to the dark side. He ends up cutting of Luke’s hand and then revealing that he is Luke’s father. Luke gets upset and doesn’t believe it until Vader tells him that Luke can feel that it is true. Luke drops from the platform he is on and goes through an air shaft, causing him to hold onto an antenna on the outside of the city. He is saved by Leia, who can hear him in her head as her crew was leaving on the ship. The hyper drive was fixed by Lando’s people, but deactivated by Vader’s men. It was reactivated by R2-D2 and they manage to escape. Luke gets a new prosthetic hand.]

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As Hard As I Try, Part 4

A/N: Part 1, Here

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Thanks for reading!

Rey awoke to pain.

She gasped, sitting up and clutching her side, looking around the room frantically. She saw nothing out of place as she slid off her cot. The sound of something hitting the floor caused her to spin and suddenly Ben was there, crashing down onto one knee, his fiery red lightsaber ignited and lighting the darkness.

Rey stepped forward, shocked, but he was back on his feet a moment later, the lightsaber swinging in an arch to catch on something in the air that Rey couldn’t see. She felt panic grip her, the urge to help raging through her, but unable to do anything except watch through the bond. Ben moved again, raining vicious blows down on his phantom opponent. He made one final, brutal slash and then sent still, his breathing ragged, before he fell heavily to his knees. “Ben!” she skidded to his side, dropping to her own knees before him. “What happened?”

He looked up at her, his sweat damp hair hanging in his eyes. When his gaze met hers she saw relief sweep his face, a brief reprieve from his expression of pure rage. “I thought they already found you.” She frowned and looked him over, noticing his hand pressed to his side. He saw her look and pulled it away, his glove wet with his own blood. Rey grabbed his hand, pressed it back against the wound. “Who did this, Ben?” she asked with more venom in her voice that she would have liked. She felt an anger deep in her belly at the thought of someone hurting him, just like she had in the throne room watching the last Praetorian guard try to strangle him.

“Hux turned the Knights against me. He claims he has proof that I killed Snoke. Half of them are coming for you.”

“If Hux turned the Knights of Ren against you, what about the rest of the First Order? Ben, you have to get out of there!”

“I’m going to destroy all of them,” he growled.

Rey shook her head, reaching out and brushing his hair back as she took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. “Don’t do this. You can’t fight the entire First Order alone. You told me to let the past die. Maybe it’s time you did the same.”

“If you came to me, no one would be able to stop us.”

Rey closed her eyes. “That’s not my path.”

“Then at least tell me where you are so I can help you!” he snarled, and her eyes flared open at the pain and anger in his voice. She’d seen him feed off his own pain before, feeding it into the dark side to keep himself fighting long after he should have fallen. Hearing the raw emotion in his voice made her strongly suspect he was doing it again and the thought sent fear coursing through her.

Her hands dropped from his face and she sat back on her heels, wary. “If I tell you where I am, you’ll know where the Resistance is as well. I won’t risk their safety for mine.”

“I don’t give a damn about the Resistance. This is about you. Tell me where you are!”

She gritted her teeth, and waited for the fallout. “No.”

He growled and she felt him probe at her mind, something she hadn’t experienced since her capture on Takodana. Then it had felt alien, but now she recognized the feel of Ben—no, Kylo Ren—in the Force. The touch on her mind turned rough, a stabbing pain shooting between her eyes as she ground her teeth and fought him back. They held in balance for a brief moment before she gave one last push and suddenly found herself swarmed by his thoughts.

Everything hurt, not just the bright, burning pain in his side, but everywhere. The fight had gone on for some time before she’d been drawn into it. They’d betrayed him. And he was so afraid. He’d lose Rey and then what would he have? The idea of nothing made him sick… Pain exploded in her head and she suddenly found herself back in her own body, gasping. She looked up to see him doubled over, sucking in deep breaths as well, and anger flooded her. “How dare you try to do that to me again,” she yelled, stumbling to her feet. “You don’t understand…”

“I do, Kylo Ren. I asked you to trust me, and you couldn’t do that.” He visibly flinched, not looking at her for a long moment.

“You’re on Crait,” he finally said with no preamble or apology, looking up at her with burning eyes.

She felt the blood drain from her face and she stumbled back a step. “Don’t you dare come here.”

He forced himself to his feet, bent over his wounded side. “I’ll see you soon.”

Rey was racing back towards the Resistance base in the Millennium Falcon. She had to warn them so they could start evacuating. A day ago, she might have trusted Ben to come himself for the sole purpose of seeing her safe, but in his current state, fueled by pain and rage that made it so easy for him to access the dark side, she didn’t know what he would do. She didn’t even know if he still had the ability to bring the First Order down on them. She did know, though, that she had to get her friends to safety.

She landed at the small back entrance, tucking the ship into the rock formations like she had before. She was barely off the ship before Poe was there, blocking her entrance.

“He knows where we are,” she said bluntly, not wanting to waste time with pleasantries.

Poe closed his eyes for a brief minute then nodded. “Follow me. We need to start the evacuation now.”

The hanger erupted into controlled chaos as soon as word was passed that they were leaving. Rey helped load boxes and equipment where she could until she saw Leia appear, a single point of calm in the madness. She sat down her current load and walked over to the older women, her throat tight.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she stopped in front of the general. “I didn’t want this to happen.”

“We were going to have to move eventually anyway. At least you gave us a head start.”

“I don’t know how close he is. I don’t even know if the fleet will come with him. Hux and the Knights of Ren turned on him. He might not even be in control of the First Order anymore.”

Something flitted across Leia’s face. “Is he alright?” she asked softly, as if she didn’t want to ask the question, but didn’t have a choice.

“He was hurt, but I don’t think that will stop him from coming here.” “Then we all best be gone when he does.”

“Not me,” Rey said, realizing abruptly that she’d made her decision long before that moment. “I’m staying.”

Leia frowned. “You shouldn’t—”

“I can’t come with you. Like you and Poe said, I’m a liability. He found you because of me. And I have other reasons. I just need to see him in person.”

Leia reached up, taking Rey’s face in her hands and holding her for a brief moment. “I know the Force will be with you.” She let her go, a sadness coming over her as she turned to walk away. “I don’t know if my son can be saved. Don’t lose yourself trying to accomplish the impossible.”

Rey nodded firmly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. “A ship just landed out on the flats,” Poe said, running up to them breathlessly.

Rey’s heart jumped into her throat. “Is it him?”

“No, I don’t know what it is. Four people just got off and they’re headed this way.”

She swallowed hard. “Get everyone out of here. I think it’s the Knights of Ren.”

She watched the last of the Resistance disappear through the back of the cave, taking with them what supplies and equipment that they could, then turned back to the task at hand. Rey knew she couldn’t meet them on the flats. She’d barely held her own against Kylo in the forest. She knew she didn’t stand a chance against four Knights of Ren on her own, not on open ground. Her only hope lay in using the debris scattered hanger to her advantage and try to pick them off one by one.

She looked down at the new lightsaber in her hand. She’d finally completed it the day before, but had yet to ignite it. She had no idea if it would work, if every wire was properly connected and the emitter matrix installed correctly, or if it would explode in her hand, the strain on the shattered kyber crystal just too much to handle. The vents she’d welded into the hilt pointed up and outward, almost framing where the blade would be, and she hoped they did their job. If the lightsaber was flawed, there wouldn’t be much for the Knights to find anyway.

She watched as they approached, black mars on the white surface of the planet. They reminded her of the first time she’d seen Kylo Ren, dark and imposing and utterly terrifying. Their masks blocked all features and she had no idea what lay underneath. Rey stepped to the middle of the hanger, and waited.

They stopped just inside the raised shield doors, their attention fixed on her. One ignited a red saber pike, lifting it to rest on his shoulder. “You are the scavenger. The one that killed the Supreme Leader,” another stated, stepping in front of the others.

Rey held her breath and punched the ignition switch on her blade. A crackling hum ignited from her hand and the air rushed out of her. She shot a quick glance at the unstable blade, surprised to see the color had bleached to an almost white color, still blue but not nearly as clear as she remembered.

Answering hums met hers and she looked up to see the remaining three Knights ignite the blades of their various weapons. She swallowed hard. “I killed your master, just as I’ll kill you,” she growled, swinging her blade up before her.

The Knights charged, spanning out before her. She pulled her blaster off her hip and aimed two shots at the pike wielder, watching him deflect them with a vicious swing of his staff. She cursed, and spinning on her heel, ran. She shut off her lightsaber as she went and headed for the darkness deeper inside the hanger. She ducked around the edge of a ship and scrambled up onto its wing, waiting for one of them to follow her.

It was several moments before one of the Knights with what appeared to be a whip rounded the corner slowly. She waited until he was right underneath her before she jumped, her blade hissing to life as she came down on top of him. He dived away at the last minute, her blade searing down his arm, leaving a vicious, smoking gash. She landed on her feet, bringing the saber around just in time to catch the tail of the light whip as it snaked towards her. She deflected it, stumbling back as it flashed out again, coming in from unpredictable directions, driving her farther back towards the main part of the hanger.

The tail flicked across the outside of her leg and she jerked away with a shout, losing her balance. As she fell, she reached out instinctively with the Force, grabbing one of the huge engines sitting to the side of them and pulling with a scream.

The Knight turned in shock, but wasn’t fast enough to stop what was coming. The massive engine rolled over him, crushing him under its weight as his whip fizzled off.

Rey’s victory was short lived as she ignored the burning in her leg and pushed herself to her feet. Her heart sank as she turned to see the other three Knights surrounding her. She tightened her grip on her hilt and charged.

The pike Knight moved to meet her, matching her flurry of strikes with sweeps of his own. She saw out of the corner of her eye another Knight moving into her side and barely spun in time to stop his attacks. She desperately wished she had a staff, or at least another blade to help her defend against so many opponents, but the thought was gone a moment later as all her concentration went to staying alive.

One of her vents locked against the blade of the pike, holding it in place as she tried to push her attacker back. She barely saw the other blade descending until almost too late. She ripped her blade free, diving away but not before it bit into her shoulder, burning into her flesh. She gritted her teeth against the pain, not having time to dwell on it before she was back into it, blocking thrusts and parrying blows.

A particularly vicious one knocked her back off balance and before she could right herself, she felt an arm slip around her throat, cutting off her air and a hand grip her wrist, holding her lightsaber at bay. She struggled wildly, unable to draw breath as she saw the pike level in front of her face. It lifted, her eyes unable to look away, for the final blow.

And then it flew across the room, ripped from her would be executioner’s hands.

Ben dropped it on the floor where he stood just inside the entrance to the back tunnel, and Rey felt hope ignite in her chest for the first time since the fighting started.

“Your brothers are dead,” he said with a sneer, walking slowly closer. “Did you really thing the scavenger was going to be more of a threat than me?” The Knight that had spoken early turned to him. “Hux assured us he could handle you.” “And you believed that sniveling dog?” “It doesn’t matter now, Kylo. We have the girl and we’ll soon have you.” Ben’s gaze flicked to hers. “You always were a fool, Temi.”

Rey dropped her blade, force pulling it into her opposite hand and driving it back into her captor’s side, punching it clear through his body. The grip on her vanished and she gasped for air, stumbling back away from the two remaining Knights of Ren.

Ben moved at the same time, his saber swinging in a brutal arc. The unarmed Knight ducked, grabbing the downed Knight’s sword and moving toward Rey as the one named Temi rushed at Ben.

Rey could feel the energy between them as they fought. She could feel the Force humming with balance, the rightness of her and Ben striving for the same goal. It seeped into her very being, singing in her veins, and making her feel alive in a way she’d never felt before. She was almost surprised when her opponent fell, collapsing into a broken pile before her. She looked up and saw that Ben had just done the same. His chest rising and falling with his deep breaths as he stared down at the dead Knight at his feet.

He looked up at her, a look of passion and joy breaking over his face a moment before he fell.

Rey screamed, dropping her weapon and running to his side, catching him just before his head hit the ground. She gripped his face, her eyes flying over his body and catching on the myriad of wounds. It seemed that most were from his earlier fight and had been somewhat tended to but had broken back open in the fight. She didn’t see anything life threatening, but he was losing a lot of blood. “Ben,” she breathed, “don’t you dare die on me.”

He made a noise and she could have sworn it was a laugh. “Nothing a good med droid and some bacta won’t fix.”

“I don’t have a med droid.”

“You’ll have to do then.”

She let out semi relieved breath. “I’m still mad at you about how you found out, but I’m glad you came.”

He reached up and pulled her down to him, capturing her lips with his. Her eyes went wide with surprise for a split second before she sank into the kiss, her lids drifting shut at the feel of his lips against hers. He hesitated when she didn’t move, and started to let her go, but she moved into him and then she was kissing him back, her fingers sinking into his hair. She ignored the part of her that was thinking she didn’t know what she was doing, and just savored the taste of him, loving the way his lips tugged at hers, the smooth glide of his tongue that sent heat straight to her core. He groaned, whether from pain or pleasure she didn’t know, so she pulled back reluctantly with a gasp, staring down at him in awe.

He lifted a hand, ran his bruised knuckles over her cheek. “Never leave me again.”

She caught his hand, wrapping her fingers around his. “I think I know what my vision meant.” He frowned and started to say something but she silenced him with her thumb on his lips. “I saw you stepping from darkness, into light. I thought that meant that you would turn, but I don’t think that’s right.”

“Why?” he asked softly.

“When we were fighting, didn’t you feel it?” She brought his hand to her chest, pressing it to her heart as she pressed hers to his. His eyes drifted closed and he pulled in a shuddering breath. She could feel him reach out with the Force, just as she did, the two of them meeting in the middle. “Balance,” he breathed, looking up at her again with wide eyes.

“Balance. We don’t have to turn. We don’t have to be something we’re not. We just have to be.”

He nodded, and she noticed the wince that flashed across his face. “Let’s get you back to the Falcon before you pass out.”

“Might be too late for that,” he said grimly.

She smiled. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Between the med unit she found on his ship and her poor sewing skills, Rey managed to get the worst of their wounds patched up fairly well. They left Crait soon after, bouncing between back water planets while they slowly healed from their wounds.

Rey discovered that upon learning of Hux’s and the First Order’s betrayal, Ben had dismantled their High Command, laying waste to their leadership before he’d left and killing the last two remaining Knights. Despite his previous devotion to their cause, they’re betrayal of him had left Ben with no qualms about destroying them. When it did come up, he spoke of the Order with disdain, a darkness in his voice.

She quickly realized that all he had ever wanted was something or someone to be as devoted to him as he was of them. And Ben was fiercely devoted to her.

She could still sense the darkness in him, his anger and rage making appearances numerous times, but she found that it no longer frightened her the way that it used to. The outbursts were farther apart and tempered by her calm, just as her sometimes passive nature was stoked to violent action by his passion.

She eventually convinced him that she had to contact the Resistance to let them know she was all right and what had happened. They both knew she couldn’t return with him by her side, and even if her friends would have been accepting of it, she knew that he wasn’t ready to face his mother. The very mention of Leia would send him into silence for hours. Healing would take time, she knew, but it would come eventually.

With the First Order in shambles though, Rey didn’t feel pressed to hurry back. The Resistance could see hope on the horizon and didn’t need her to light the way. So she and Ben decided to disappear into the galaxy, discover exactly how to live with the newfound balance they had discovered in one another before having to face their pasts. They made love for the first time on a planet covered in green, plants and life every direction they looked. It was awkward and thrilling and painful and wonderful all at the same time. Neither one was very experienced in any of it, but they were quick learners and they were anything if not dedicated to improving.

The first time she said she loved him was on the Falcon, the blue lights of hyperspace illuminating his face. He’d stared at her like she had said the most insane thing in the galaxy before pulling her into his lap and kissing her till she was gasping for air and ripping at his clothes. Afterward, as they lay in a pile of discarded cloth and languid, naked limbs, he’d pulled her closer and whispered the words back.

Rey had smiled and tucked herself in closer. They still had a long way to go, but she knew everything would work out. They had all the time in the galaxy and everything they needed.

The End.

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