#ben solo x male reader

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Kylo Ren x Teen! Male Reader

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REQUEST: I just wanted to know if you maybe could write Kylo ren x child/teen male reader. Where the reader is like his apprentice aaand he shows him the force and how to fight with a light saber. And while training he gets hurt or something and Kylo is all dad-like :3

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Fluff, slight angst, knights of ten, training, slight back story, Kylo showing his Ben side, father and son relationship, platonic, teenager reader, mentions of purrgli.

WC: 2.1K

TAGS: @justalonleyboy

NOTES: Finally! First request is up! I hope you enjoy this shot, I tried to make it as father and son relationship as possible, but other than that thank you for the request it’s been a long time since I’ve written for Kylo Ren so it feels nice writing about him again.

“Again.”

His masters voice echos in the training room. He’s standing opposite of his opponent, panting and sweating from the dueling session. He’s been training all morning nonstop and he still hasn’t managed to take down one of the knights of Ren, he can sense them smirking behind those mask as they all watched him train.

His eyes drift over to the others, inhaling some air into his lungs and shakes his head. He couldn’t go any further his body feels sore and his legs are screaming at him to sit and take a break.

“I can’t.”

He felt guilt and shame for disobeying his masters words, expecting a scolding from him as usual only this time he approached him and used the force to summon his saber into his hand. Y/n is surprised by his actions, breathing hitching as he looks up to his master who stared him down.

The masked man looks at him up and down and can clearly seen the kids fatigue. “Leave us.”

The knights respect his wishes and leave the training room, hearing them murmur amongst themselves and leaving the two alone. As the doors close behind them they are finally left alone.

“I told you not to push yourself.”

“I didn’t want to disappointment you.”

Kylo remains quiet when hearing his response, earning him a deep sigh as he reached up to remove his helmet, revealing his face and the scar that was left behind on his right cheek. It was a nasty wound that he received from the Jedi and remembers that day clearly even though he was his apprentice he stayed by his side in the medical wing while he was healing, being the one to check his face evert once an while until it healed, leaving a scar behind.

“You didn’t, but I also can’t have my apprentice draining himself when training. You could have gotten hurt.” Kylo knows how rough the Knights of Ren can be he’s trained with them before and faced the consequences of their training methods the amount of bruises and pain he went through. He wouldn’t want Y/n to go through the same and kept an eye on him during training and became strict whenever he didn’t listen to his orders.

“Go wash up and get something to eat.” Said Kylo. “Rest.” His last word was stern, ordering him.

Y/n sighs to himself. “Yes, master.”

Y/n leaves the training room, leaving Kylo on his own while he makes his way back to his own private room. Once he’s far away and alone he lets out a groan and rubs his sore hips. “Damn knights are gonna kill me.” They’ve been dropping him to the ground every time he trained with them, using the wooden sabers to smack him each time he failed.

He deeply disliked them and would prefer using the trainer droids.

When reaching his room he waves his hand, using the force to open the door and doing the same when closing it after he walks inside and gets himself undressed and towards his shower where he can finally get washed up and relax a bit before getting something in his stomach. As much as he hated the training he should be grateful if it wasn’t for Kylo he would have remained in the slums slaving away in order to survive.

Kylo had sensed him and came to him.

Before he could officially leave the slum, Kylo had given him a test in order to prove that he would be a worthy apprentice. Y/n was desperate to get off that damn planet and accepted his test, not realizing the dangerous potential he carried. Since his test he always stuck by Kylo’s side, following his orders and listening to what he had to say.

He was afraid of the man at first.

Witnessing his anger issues and the amount of troopers he had killed out of pure anger. The times when he’d grow desperate to show their power and hunting other force sensitives that they could find. Many of the generals and engineers murmured about him, saying that he wouldn’t last long and would possibly anger his master enough to get himself killed.

Only for Y/n to prove them wrong.

The first time that Y/n disobeyed orders he almost got himself killed trying to capture a rebel in order to get further information about their plans. Kylo was not happy, yelling at him for his actions. Everyone would have expected Y/n to cower away and take the scolding only to argue back with the Sith, spitting back words as the two scream at each other.

They’d think that Kylo would have killed him that day, but instead Kylo had let him win the argument and stomped away angrily.

Since then the two found a weird way of bonding with each other.

After Y/n finished washing up and getting some clothes on he made his way to the mess hall where he grabs himself something to eat and takes his tray with him. He doesn’t eat with the other troopers since no one really had the courage to speak with him, to afraid to approach him.

So instead he spent his time eating in Kylos room.

It became a regular routine between the two. When Y/n enters the room he doesn’t find Kylo anywhere which was expected and sits by one of the windows, watching them fly through hyper space as he eats his food in silence. After some time, Kylo finally returns back to his own room, door closing behind him as he removes his mask and sets it down on his bed.

“I’ve never seen a purrgil…have you?” Y/n looks away from the window and over to Kylo who removed his saber from his belt and sets it on his empty desk along with Y/n’s saber. Kylo still hasn’t given him the approval of wearing it yet and simply waited for that day.

“They are nothing but stories, no one has seen one.” Said Kylo.

Y/n hums in return and looks back out the window. The silence between them was comfortable as Kylo did his own thing by doing his daily check ups on Hux’s work and making sure that everything is going in order. After Y/n finishes his meal he leaves the tray aside and steals one of Kylos holo pads in order to read something.

“Don’t forget your training starts again in an hour.”

The teen mentally groans to himself, eyes on the holo when speaking up. “Who will I be training with this time? Cardo? Trudgen?” He’s basically trained with each Knight and already knows the routine he has with each one. He just hopes its not Vicrul he’s the most ruthless one out of all of them and never holds back.

Kylo stands from where he sits and approached Y/n, taking the pad from him. “You’ll be training with me.”

His eyes slightly widen by his words. It wasn't rare for him to train with Kylo he was the first one he trained with when he first got here. He taught him about the force and how to wield a saber before the knights of ren came in to further his training while he watched him. “I will be testing your skills today and see how well the knights have been training you.”

“Of course, Master.” He softly whispers out, growing anxious as he quickly gathers his empty tray and leaves his room, rushing out to get ready for his final training today. He’s been training for this day and shouldn’t feel nervous, but somehow he can’t help himself.

When getting ready for his training he makes sure to put on a proper training suit in case Kylo goes a little rough on him. He doesn’t need anymore bruises showing each time he looks in the mirror. He laced up his boots and makes his way to the training room once he’s done getting ready.

When entering the training room it was usual for him to find the Knights of Ren training before him. Only this time they are standing on the side, watching him carefully as he enters the room.

“Don’t kill yourself kids.” Said Cardo, obviously smirking under his helmet.

Y/n glared at him when approached the training weapons, only to be stopped when Vicrul approached him. “You will be needing this.” He holds out his saber only this one wasn’t his. It was different from the one Kylo let him use.

He takes the saber in his hand, getting adjusted to the feeling of it in his hand and walks towards the middle of the room. He doesn’t get much time to mentally prepare himself when Kylo walks into the room, wearing his own helmet and without the cape this time.

Kylo doesn’t really give him time to prepare and approached him quickly, holding out his own saber and igniting it and takes a swing at him. Y/n is surprised by the quick attack and side steps quickly, igniting his own saber in order to defend himself. He holds it with one hand, focusing on Kylo as he takes another swing at him.

He’s quick to block it with his own saber. This one felt lighter to use than the one that Kylo got for him like it belonged to him.

He moves fast with each strike, groaning by the pressure that Kylo puts on his saber with each swing he takes. He can’t back down now a Jedi could easily kill him if he doesn’t fight back properly. He doesn’t know how long he’s been fighting for, but Kylo wasn’t backing down until one of them yielded.

Y/n holds the saber in his tight hand as his eyes follow Kylos movements. Y/n makes the first attack, swinging it close to his head which Kylo quickly dodged no realizing his own misstep as his own master swings his own red saber down on him. His eyes widen and quickly thinks, thrusting his hand out and using the force to stop the saber from killing him.

He can feel the hot saber close to his face, groaning and tilting his head away as he uses his power to push back only to grow weaker and tired. His hand is shaking and the saber is getting closer the red saber burning on his shoulder as he cries at the pain.

He can feel hot tears running down his face his emotion is enough for Kylo to stop, turning off his saber as the teen falls to the ground. A hand on his shoulder as he bites his lip hard trying to contain his muffled groans.

Kylo doesn’t hesitate to drop his saber, getting down on his knees and grabbing onto the kid. “Let me see.”

Y/n sniffles and whimpers afraid to show his wounded shoulder and shakes his head.

“Y/n.” Kylos voice is stern, enough to make the kid move his hand from where it lies as he shows his wound to Kylo. It wasn’t deep but it was burnt that he’ll need a patch and some bacta spray to get it healed up. While Kylo focused on Y/n’s wellbeing the Knights stood on the side, noticing his actions.

“He is still to weak and needs further training.”

Y/n looks away as he grows ashamed by their words only for Kylo to frown under his helmet.

“He is still a kid.” Kylo speaks up while looking over his shoulder, glaring under his helmet as he comes to a stand. “Get me a medical droid.”

“Ren—“

“Now!” Kylo shouts at the knights, reminding them who they follow as they leave the training room and search for a medical droid.

Kylo puts his focus on Y/n again and touched his shoulder which makes him wince. “It hurts.” He groans out. “I know it hurts and its gonna hurt even more if you don’t let me see if properly.” Y/n whines and lets Kylo examine the wound. The two are quiet until Kylo finally speaks up in a soft tone. “I’m sorry, I overstepped and got you hurt. I was rough on you.”

Even though Kylo was the most intimidating man on the ship only Y/n had the privilege to see his soft side which was very rare. He never pointed it out and simply went along with it, accepting his apology with a small nod as he lets him tend to his wound. “Well, at least I know you can handle a rough battle.” Y/n choked out a chuckle, sniffling back his tears as he sticks close to Kylo as they wait for the medical droid.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Morning Peace

Ben Solo x Reader

Content & Trigger Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic, cuddles, kisses, vaguely referenced Kylo Ren past, force sensitive reader, big spoon/little spoon

Word Count: 730

You give Ben comfort after a night terror.

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A shake.

A stretch of breath.

A sudden, sharp jolt.

“Ben?”

Twisting in the bedsheets, you reach out to find him in the dark. His answer is a pained whimper, more wounded animal than human sob. It’s heartbreaking, a cold wrench beneath your ribs.

Ben hasn’t had an episode in some weeks. He seemed to be getting better. But you always know what to do. It is embedded within you, but it all depends on what Ben is experiencing.

His upper body jerks suddenly, more of a thrash than a sudden burst of movement.

Space. This requires space.

Your hand hovers nearby but does not make contact. The signs to engage with him are not there, and you know from past experiences how volatile these episodes can be. The dark side still clings to him when it can, festering when his walls are down and he is unable to completely defend himself.

Letting it run its course is all you can do until he starts to calm. Only then can you truly lend your support. There have been one too many times in the past when you tried to console him while in the midst of his thrashing, and Ben lashed out without knowing he’d done so. You never told him about those times, because you know how’d awful he’d feel upon learning that he might have hurt you.

As the gnarled whimpering eases, and Ben’s body begins to soften, you gently rest your hand on his upper arm. Squeezing lightly is your way of silently telling him that you’re here with him. That everything is all right.

Ben’s breathing evens out, and you quietly turn over in the bed, lifting the sheets enough to curl up behind him. You mold your body to his, resting your forehead against his back, your arm draping over his side to slide upward and press against his chest.

Through the Force, you sense an overwhelming sense of calm radiating from Ben, a gentle river in a green forest. You tap into it, and by connecting with it, you connect with him. You hear his heartbeat and how it adapts to your own. The two becoming one.

Sleep comes quickly, and it isn’t until the gentle light of morning that you’re shifted around, strong arms wrapping around you to pull you in.

“Ben,” you giggle, as his lips find the underside of your jaw and travel down your neck. You playfully push at him even as Ben pushes you deeper into the bed, tangling the both of you further around the sheets.

When you manage to snag yourself from his grasp for a moment, you find him smiling, the stretch of his lips tugging toward his ears. He is so bright and handsome in the morning light that shines in from a crack in the curtains. Waves crashing against rock reach your ears, and you sigh heavily, matching his smile.

Ben’s gaze roams over your face as the tips of his fingers brush across the curve of your jaw. As he watches, his smile softens.

“I had another last night, didn’t I?” he asks softly, already knowing the answer.

“You did,” you reply.

Ben visibly swallows, licks his lips, the scar across his face stretching slightly with the movement. “I felt…you. Afterward. I don’t remember anything. Just—just you. And the peace.”

You snuggle in closer until your chin almost rests against his chest. “How do you feel now?”

Ben tips his head forward and places a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “Grateful,” he finally says.

“How so?”

Ben shifts his body back a bit so he can gaze at you from behind his dark lashes. “Without you, I’d simply be existing in a galaxy that doesn’t want me. But with you, I have someone.”

You shake your head. “There are people out there that still care about you, Ben.”

“No,” he says. “Not like you do.”

Ben’s dark locks fall around his face as he closes the distance. This kiss is not chaste. It is sweet and passionate and warms you everywhere. When he breaks away, you don’t want him to leave.

“I love you,” he whispers, before settling in the bed, drawing you to him.

You allow him this, pulling you in for a just a bit longer before the two of you have to answer the day.

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lost in yesterday - kylo ren x male reader

yeehaw gays in space 🤠 happy pride month folks

warnings/things to note: suggestive but no smut, male reader, hints of reader's unstable mental health, uhh not really canon timeline but it's fineee

this is also part one of 2 ( call out my name )

reqs open (link goes to req boundaries)

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word count: 1,831

After bullshitting your way through life, you finally managed to get caught in the crossfire between the First Order and the Resistance, which was definitely not good as you've been in some pretty hot water with both sides.

Currently, you found yourself strapped to an interrogation bed in the Supreme Leader Kylo Ren's ship. He stood menacingly above you, wanting to instill fear into your defiant being.

"I won't ask again," his deep voice pulls you back to the present. "Are you a member of the Resistance?"

In actuality you weren't, you were just another smuggler following the footsteps of the great ones before you. But you knew you'd probably be sent to death row within the hour if you said that. So, you did what you did best.

"Does a Wookie shit in the woods?" You grunted in reply, earning an ice-cold glare from Kylo. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back as he pulled on it roughly.

"I suggest you cooperate, unless you want things to get more painful than necessary," he warned over your groan of pain. Your head was already throbbing from the stormtroopers' beatings and lack of hydration, and it only grew the tighter he held your hair. You licked your lips and panted heavily.

"Mmh, don't tug any harder or I might just come."

Kylo rolled his eyes at your cheeky response.

"Quite the smart mouth you have there," he replied, gripping your hair even tighter. He leaned down slightly, his face inches away from yours.

"Are you trying to provoke me?"

You whimpered, your mouth turning agape and almost twisting in a half-smirk. "A-Ahh, I wasn't kidding..."

Kylo's expression darkened almost instantly as he pulled your hair even tighter, your back arching as you let out a pained gasp. He leaned in closer, his mouth just millimeters away from your ear.

"Watch yourself," he whispered, his voice a low, intimidating growl. "I could easily break you if I wanted to."

"Kinky!~" You grunted, your shit-eating grin never leaving even though your heart was pounding.

Kylo's eyes narrowed as a flicker of irritation flashed across his face. He released your hair and stepped away from you, his arms crossing over his broad chest as your head slumped.

"You really don't know when to shut up, do you?" he asked, annoyance dripping from his voice. "I could have you tortured for days for your smart mouth."

You took this short moment of respite to catch your breath before giggling softly. Maybe you were losing your mind, but he just looked too funny in that last moment.

His eyebrow raised in curiosity as he heard your soft giggles. He stepped forward again, his hand reaching out to tuck your bangs behind your ear.

"What's so funny?" he asked, his tone still edged with irritation.

"You're- you're trying so hard to get me all scared for my life and whatnot," you paused to chuckle some more, your head lowering again to hide your manic smile. "When really, I don't give two shits about it! I have nothing to give you and nothing to lose!"

Kylo's eyes widened in surprise at your boldness. He wasn't used to someone being so unflinchingly fearless in his presence, especially someone who was strapped down like a prisoner.

"You think you're invincible, do you?" he questioned, his tone now holding a hint of fascination. "You don't care if I hurt you? You don't care if I break you?"

"Nah," you shook your head, lifting it to show him just how unafraid you were. His forehead wrinkled as he observed it. He just couldn't fathom how someone could be so carefree in such a dire situation. He walked around the bed, stopping next to you and looking down at your bound form.

"You're either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish," he stated, his eyes studying your face intently as you shrugged.

"I get that exact statement more than I do credits," you chuckled under your breath.

Kylo scoffed in disbelief. He ran a hand through his dark raven hair, shaking his head slightly. "You're unlike anyone I've ever interrogated before," he admitted.

"The others all break eventually, begging for mercy. But you…" he trailed off, his gaze roaming over your face again.

You shook your head, your smile never leaving your face as you held his gaze. "I exist out of spite. And let me tell you, it is glorious."

Kylo chuckled darkly at your snarky comment. He placed a hand on the bed next to your hip, leaning down to get closer to your face. "Spite, huh?" he repeated, his gaze locked with yours.

"You're a walking contradiction, you know that? Defiant and yet… somewhat amusing."

"That's what gives me so much power, darling," you winked.

"Oh, but... not physical, of course," you added, tugging at the restraints with a soft chuckle. "No, I'm talking mental power. You see, I just so happened to have found the cheat codes to the entire kriffing galaxy, and I am winning."

His eyes widened in amusement at your words. He chuckled again, shaking his head in disbelief. "So, you think you've found the secret to life, huh?" he said, his voice a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "You're tied down to my interrogation slab and have literally no power, but somehow, you're winning?"

Your eyebrow raised, "well, you haven't exactly broken me yet now, have you?"

Kylo's jaw clenched as your smirk hit a nerve. He couldn't deny that you were right, but he wasn't about to admit it out loud.

"I'll break you, eventually," he warned, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I've broken countless others before. You're no different."

"Mhm," you replied sarcastically. "Just don't go crying back to Daddy when we don't work out, okay?"

His eyes widened in shock, his irritation growing by the second as he clenched his fists to control it from flying right into your face. He stepped closer, towering over you as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Don't push your luck, smart mouth," he practically growled. "I have ways to make you regret ever being born."

"Oh, honey," you laughed, shaking your head. "You're going to have to try much harder, I already regret it every waking day!"

Kylo's patience reached its breaking point. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

"You really have no sense of self-preservation, do you?" he demanded, anger lacing his words. "You think this is all a game, don't you? You think you can just taunt and tease me, and I'll just let you go?"

"Oh, no- I don't plan on leaving. No, no, you're really a great host," you answered, your tone laced with sarcasm and a smirk.

His cold eyes darkened with anger, his grip on your jaw becoming tighter. He gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his temper in check.

"Oh, you think you're real cute, don't you?" he snarled. "You think your sarcastic comments and smirks are going to save you, but let me tell you something..."

He leaned in closer, his face inches away from yours.

"I can make your life a living hell if I want to. I can make you beg for death, and I won't hesitate to do it. So watch yourself, smartass."

You leaned your head closer as well, your lips barely hovering each other's. "I already beg the Maker for my death, and every day I wake is a living hell," you whispered into his mouth. "So you're going to have to try so much harder if you want to break me."

The Supreme Leader's breath caught in his throat as you leaned closer, your lips dangerously close to touching his. He could feel your hot breath on his face, sending a strange wave of feelings through him. He hadn't been this close to someone, let alone a prisoner, in a very long time.

He swallowed hard, his expression faltering for just a moment before he regained his composure. He released your jaw, backing away slightly as he composed himself.

"You're nothing but a walking contradiction," he grumbled, his voice now tinged with something other than irritation.

"Like I said," you shrugged while returning to your resting position. "I exist out of spite."

Kylo rubbed a hand over his face, his frustration slowly turning into fascination. You were unlike anyone he had ever met before. Most prisoners would be quivering in fear, doing everything they could to please him in hopes of being spared. But you were different. You were fearless, taunting and teasing him, seemingly unintimidated by his presence or power.

He couldn't understand it. Why weren't you afraid? Why weren't you begging for mercy? Instead, you were… smiling?

he scoffed and leaned against a nearby wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he observed you. His mind raced with questions and curiosity.

"Why aren't you afraid?" he finally spoke up, his voice calmer now but still laced with intrigue. "Most prisoners beg and plea for mercy, but you… you act like this is all some kind of game. Like you're enjoying this."

You leaned towards him as close as you could within your restraints, remaining firm eye contact.

"I'm proving that you're not as powerful as you promote yourself to be," you stated simply, your voice low and finally serious.

This earned another raised eyebrow at your response, leaving him somewhat impressed by your unwavering confidence.

"And you think this is the way to prove it?" he questioned, a hint of amusement in his voice. "By being snarky and defiant? Good luck with that. I've dealt with plenty like you before."

"But no one is just like me, now are they?" you smiled, leaning back again.

Kylo studied you closely, his gaze roaming over your calm, confident form. He couldn't deny that there was something different about you. You seemed untouchable, almost completely unbothered by the dangerous situation you were in.

He pushed himself off the wall, his footsteps echoing through the room as he walked over to the edge of the bed. He leaned down, his face now just inches away from yours.

"You're either recklessly brave, or incredibly stupid," he stated, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You already said that, but thank you, sweetheart," you teased, giggling again as you watched him suddenly turn to leave in fury. "Hey. Same time next week?"

This caused him to freeze in his tracks, his eyebrow twitching in irritation. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he shot you a glare.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" he snapped, his voice a mix of annoyance and something else. Without another word, he pushed past the doors and made his way down the corridor, his mind replaying the interaction again and again.

Your giggles died down, and you had to bite your lip to hide your pained sobs slipping through them. No, you had to be strong. You had to live, to spite the galaxy.

[awritessomething]

I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Franco Colapinto

Liam Lawson

Ollie Bearman

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Harry Osborn (James Franco)

Wolverine (X-Men movies)

Cyclops (X-Men movies)

Charles Xavier (James McAvoy)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks: (pls no spoilers s4 hasnt been watched yet)

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Ward Cameron

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Negan Smith

Sports:

Joao Felix

Jude Bellingham

Brock Purdy

Joe Burrow

Leon Draisaitl

Jack Hughes

Vince Dunn

Mitch Marner

Connor Bedard

Wayne Gretzky (young)

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler, Dr. Beckham, Julian Mercer, Ted Logan)

Jim Halpert

Farkas/Vilkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

James Franco (Laird Mayhew, Harry Osborn, all characters)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

[stayteezdreams]

Lost In You: Part One

Plot: When attending your friends costume party, you keep getting complimented on your couples costume. But you can't help but be confused, after all, you came to the party alone.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Gn!Reader* *A/n: Obviously had to go with Star Wars costumes lmao, and even though the costumes are of a male and female character, I believe it doesn't matter the gender of the character, you can still dress up as them anways. So besides the reader dressing "as" Rey, everything else is Gender Neutral, so please dont let that effect how you enjoy the story. The readers costume is not mentioned in detail, only vaguely to give a rough idea :)

-Meet-Cute Series-

Warnings/Notes: Brief mentions of alcohol, drinking, and drunk people. Reader is referenced to have drank, but is not drunk. Reader is a bit of geek (helps them bond with Seonghwa).

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Walking around the fairly crowded house, your eyes scanned over the mix of recognizable, impressive, unusual, and downright lazy costumes that people were wearing.

When you had been invited to your friend's birthday, being told it was a costume party, you were excited. You had been wanting an excuse to wear your costume for ages, having missed the opportunity the previous Halloween.

Waving to some people you knew, your eyes scanned the crowd for more of your friends.

Nearly bumping into someone, you said excuse me before you recognized them as an acquaintance.

"Oh hey!" you greeted cheerfully "Nice costume" you smiled down at their bright yellow kill-bill inspired jumpsuit.

"Thank you!" they grinned as they looked at yours "Oh! Love that you went with a couples costume!"

You furrowed your brow "Huh?"

Having not heard you they waved to someone nearby before smiling at you "Sorry, gotta go, I'll talk to you later yeah?"

"Oh yeah, bye" your voice was still laced with confusion as they walked away.

Couples costume? You hadn't matched with anyone, none of your friends were really into Star Wars, so they wouldn't have matched with you.

You shrugged it off, figuring they just mistook your costume for someone else as you walked through a small group of people, before spotting one of your best friends.

Grinning, you snuck up on her "Hey!"

Gasping, she turned around with a glare "Stop doing that"

You chuckled as you grabbed yourself a drink before looking around "A lot more people came than I thought would."

"Yeah, I guess adults really do love an excuse to dress up like kids again."

You smiled and nodded, agreeing with the thought. "I thought you were going to go with Harely Quinn?" You asked as you eyed her Batwoman costume.

"It was trash" she rolled her eyes "Tore as I was putting it on."

"That's what you get for ordering cheap"

She waved her hand dismissively "I know, I know"

"Where did you get this one?"

"Last minute favor from my cousin, luckily we're the same size, otherwise I would have shown up in that slinky red dress I have and called myself Marilyn Monroe"

"You have black hair, Betty Boop is more accurate"

Just as she opened her mouth to retaliate, a drunk girl stumbled up to the drinks table before the spotted your costume.

"Ooh, that's why he brushed me off" she pouted before her eyes rose to meet yours.

You rose your brow before you glanced at your friend who gave you a similar look of confusion.

The drunk girl took a step closer "You wore a couples costume, that's so cute, mm'jealous" she slurred with an even bigger pout before she spotted someone, squealed and ran towards them.

You let out an awkward chuckle as your friend looked at you "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know, but that's the second time someone said I was wearing a couples costume with someone."

She looked you up and down, "Well, since you're dressed as Ren-"

"Rey"

"...Rey, then someone is dressed as that tall evil black haired guy right?"

"Kylo Ren, or Ben Solo" you stopped yourself from explaining as you recalled your friends lack of interest in the franchise before you began looking around the crowd of people "I haven't seen anyone in an outfit like that so far."

She hummed before she glanced around as well "I wonder if they're cute."

You scoffed but couldn't help but wonder the same thing. Shrugging it off again, you turned around, just missing the cloaked figure walk past and into the next room.

After a while, you parted ways with your friend. You made your way through the crowd again, having begun to grow tired of being bumped into, and having to strain your ears to hear anything anyone tried to say to you.

Your friend had clearly over-invited guests or overestimated how many people would show up, as the room grew hot and almost claustrophobic.

Spotting the doors leading to the backyard, which seemed surprisingly empty, you slid through a group of dancing people, desperately wanting to escape.

Feeling your costume catch on something, you had to tug yourself away, before accidentally running into someone just as you reached the doors.

"Oh sorry!" your voice almost mimicked the strangers, as you both apologized as your eyes met.

You smiled, "Excuse me" you added on.

"It's okay" he smiled sweetly, his voice soft.

Your eyes drifted down to catch his costume, and you felt yourself freeze as you noted the lightsaber hooked on his belt. His eyes grazed over you as well as he had the same exact reaction.

Your eyes quickly met again as your voices called out at the same time "You!"

You rose you brow in surprise and he chuckled "I've been hearing all night about someone I wore matching costumes with."

You smiled and let out a soft laugh "So have I!"

His smile widened a bit, and you realized just how attractive he was. He was intimidatingly attractive, actually, you told yourself as you suddenly felt a bit shy.

You cleared your throat a bit "Nice costume, it looks like really good quality"

He grinned down at his costume before he looked at you "Thank you. Your's too!"

You smiled, starting to feel a bit self-concious as his eyes seemed to have looked you over slowly.

Suddenly, he spoke up, his voice full of excitement "You're lightsaber! I have the same one at home!"

"You do?" you asked intrigued as he nodded with excitement "I collect a lot of Star Wars stuff" he confessed, and you saw a tinge of embarrassment cross his features.

'Cute' you thought as you grinned, "I collect a lot of stuff too! From Star Wars and other movies"

His face seemed to brighten a bit, as he wondered what else you might have in common.

As a loud song came on, you winced a bit as you looked towards the now cheering group of drunk people.

Seonghwa cringed as well, before he looked over at you and leaned closer. You turned and met his gaze, alarmed by his sudden closeness.

"Were you heading outside?"

You nodded, unable to find your voice as your eyes remained locked with his.

"Me too." Hearing a drunken scream you saw him wince as he motioned his head towards the door "Shall we?"

You let out a soft chuckle and nodded. You watched him opened the doors, stepping aside so you could go out. You muttered a thanks as you made your exit, your heart hammering in your chest.

The cool night air washed over you and seemed to sober any ounce of drunkenness you might have held before.

There were only a few people scattered around the back yard. A few in the pool, and some playing a nearby fooseball game.

You looked back at the house and shook your head softly, "I'd hate to have to clean up after this."

The man laughed and agreed, as he stopped beside you. Looking back over at him, your heart jumped a bit as he was already looking at you.

He seemed to realize this too before he adjusted himself "I'm Seonghwa by the way."

You smiled at him "I'm Y/n."

His smile widened as you introduced yourself. Seonghwa's heart was beating fast, as his face felt hot, he hadn't drank much at all, so he knew it must just be you affecting him this way.

His eyes glanced over at a nearby couch surrounding a firepit. Feeling a bit brave, and far too intrigued by you to just walk away, he met your eyes again.

"Want to go sit?"

You looked back at where his eyes lingered and you smiled before nodding softly. Following him over to the couch you took in a deep breath, calming yourself.

It hadn't taken long for you and Seonghwa to fall into deep conversation. You had a lot in common and found subject after subject to rant about to each other. From movies, to music, to friends and dreams, you wouldn't be surprised if you lost your voice the next morning with how much you seemed to be talking

So lost in each other's conversation, you hadn't noticed when the music died down, or how the back yard had emptied, leaving you two alone. Inside the house, nearly 70% of the people had gone home.

Nor had you noticed how much closer to two of you had become, literally.

When you sat down, you had sat on the seperate chair beside the couch, feeling too shy to sit beside each other. But now, you were both leaning forward, sitting beside each other on the couch now, faces merely a foot apart as you raved about a recent move you had both seen.

Seonghwa's arm was draped across the back of the couch, behind your shoulder, something he hadn't even noticed because it felt so natural already. When his knees brushed yours as you sat facing each other, you barely noticed.

"Y/n!"

Your voice cut out mid-sentence as you heard a familiar voice call out. Looking over, you see her walking across the yard, red solo cup in hand.

Her eyes moved to Seonghwa and you saw the look on her face that screamed 'Holy shit, he's gorgeous.'

Seonghwa however, did not see this, as his eyes became glued to you again, after only having glanced towards your friend when she first came out.

"Oh, hey!" you greeted.

She leaned on the back of the couch before Seonghwa finally looked over at her. They introduced themselves to each other before your friend looked him up and down.

"Oooh, you're the one that people kept thinking matched with Y/n."

Seonghwa chuckled and nodded his head "Yes, that's me."

She met your eyes, and a knowing look passed over her face, that you promptly ignored.

"I was surprised to see you out here though, you never stay at parties this long."

"What do you mean, what time is it?"

She rose her brow "One in the morning"

Your eyes widened as you looked over at Seonghwa, who had a similar look on his face. He took out his phone and you saw the time flash across his screen. 1:14am.

"I got here at nine" you said out loud to no one in particular.

She nodded, "And you've been out here...chatting" she glanced at Seonghwa "for about three hours."

You and Seonghwa locked eyes and he smiled somewhat shyly as he looked down at his lap.

"Oops." You chuckled as you looked back at your friend who wiggled her eyebrows.

"You said you were only staying until eleven, since you have work tomorrow"

"Oh God, I have work tomorrow" you put your hand on your face as fatigue washed over you, surely only because you now knew what time it was.

Seonghwa smiled as he watched you, thinking of how cute you were. Though, he also had to work tomorrow, and showing up to early morning dance practice after a late night was not his ideal.

You met his eyes, "I should go."

Seonghwa nodded his head "I should too, I also have work tomorrow." he chuckled.

You smiled at him as mutual shyness seemed to wash over both of you. Your friend looked between the two of you and smiled before standing up straight.

She tapped your shoulder, "Come find me after you say goodbye we can get a ride together."

You nodded at her as you looked back at Seonghwa. Both of you began to rise as you let out a soft groan.

"How did I not realize it had gotten so late?" you chuckled softly.

Seonghwa smiled, "We were busy."

He hadn't felt as though time had passed at all when he was with you. He got so lost in talking with you, so lost in you, that he didn't realize there was anything going on around him at all.

The way he was staring fondly as you made your breath hitch. You smiled at him as you felt your ears burn a little hotter.

"Yeah. It's been a while since I've met someone I could talk to about all of that stuff."

He grinned, "Me too."

Seonghwa, realizing you were about to say goodbye, felt panic rise in his chest. He didn't want to say goodbye, at least not forever.

"Uh- can I- do you think I could get your number?"

Your heart leapt as he asked, and you resisted the urge to respond with as much excitement as you felt.

You nodded, "Yeah"

"Great. And maybe...we could go see that movie next week?" he asked, referencing the movie you shared excitement about earlier.

You nodded a bit more fervently this time, "That would be fun"

He nodded in agreement as he pulled out his phone. When you exchanged numbers you began heading inside, noticing immediately how the party had ceased since you were last inside.

Music was no longer playing. Empty cups and plates were scattered around, two people were passed out on the couch as the disco ball spun slowly on the ceiling.

You winced, "Yikes"

Seonghwa laughed before you looked back over at him "I should go find my friend"

He nodded, "I'll text you tomorrow?"

You nodded with a bright smile and Seonghwa almost felt like swooning at the sight. As he began to walk away, he gave you another glance as he waved.

You waved goodbye before you spotted you friend watching you with a grin from across the room.

When Seonghwa disappeared out the front door, you made your way to your friend who rose her hand.

"If you tell me you didn't get his number, I swear to God-"

"I got his number" you cut her off.

"Yes!" She cheered dramatically "I cannot believe how gorgeous he is."

"Right!?" You said with a restrained excitement.

"Are you going to see him again?"

You nodded, "He asked me to see a movie next week."

She clapped her hands as she led you to the door "You have to tell me all about him on the ride."

You nodded as you thought back on your night, and Seonghwa. You had never clicked with someone so fast before, it almost felt too good to be true. Almost.

xx End xx

-Part Two-

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《Oh, v-vieni, entra pure!》

Disse Peter scansandosi dall'ingresso per farti entrare. Dire che era nervoso era dire poco, lui aveva proprio scritto in faccia a caratteri cubitali: "Dio non farmi fare cazzate come al solito". E l'avrebbero capito tutti, non soltanto le persone a lui vicine come te. Non era mai stato capace di nascondere le sue emozioni, il suo sguardo e il suo sorriso parlavano per lui, nel bene e nel male. Non c'era bisogno che dicesse niente. Non ti sopportava? L'avresti ben intuito dallo sguardo truce con cui ti fulminava anche solo per un "ciao" o dalla sua mascella serrata. Gli stavi simpatico? Il suo sguardo si sarebbe illuminato ogni qual volta ti avrebbe incontrato e ti avrebbe sempre ascoltato e osservato con interesse. Gli piacevi? I suoi occhi dolci e il suo sorriso da ebete l'avrebbero reso subito palese. Pensavi che se le sue pupille avessero potuto diventare a forma di cuore come nei vecchi cartoni l'avrebbero sicuramente fatto. Ed infine le sue mani che, in qualsiasi caso, non riuscivano mai a stare ferme: quando si irrigidivano stringendosi in un pugno che sembrava pronto a colpire o quando si torturavano involontariamente i vestiti mentre stava parlando.

Con te però era sempre stato il Peter dolce e premuroso con un sorriso da ebete che sembrava sciogliersi ad ogni parola che dicevi. Fin dall'inizio. E l'avevi sempre trovato dannatamente adorabile, tant'è che adesso eri a casa sua, per la prima volta.

《Grazie~》

Gli sorridesti dolcemente cercando di rassicurarlo ed entrasti. Ad una prima occhiata l'appartamento sembrava in ordine... anche fin troppo. Sapevi che quando un posto era stranamente troppo ordinato probabilmente il proprietario aveva riordinato tutto in fretta e furia all'ultimo secondo. E questo era sicuramente il caso di Peter, che non era proprio una persona così maniaca dell'ordine. Tuttavia il pensiero che si fosse messo a pulire e riordinare per il tuo arrivo ti fece sorridere. Sarebbe stato davvero carino da parte sua e nessuno ti aveva mai dato tutte le attenzioni che ti aveva dato lui da sempre.

《E-ecco, lasciami pure il giacchetto...!》

《Oh, giusto》

Ti abbassasti la zip sotto il suo sguardo dopodiché ti aiutò subito a toglierlo, posandolo sull'attaccapanni vicino alla porta. Il suo tocco era un po' impacciato ma gentile come sempre. Anche se eravate da soli a casa sua non avevi esitato neanche un secondo ad accettare il suo invito, sapevi che lui non avrebbe mai potuto farti del male. Notasti accanto al tuo il suo giacchetto, blu scuro, lungo, e non potesti non trovare divertente l'evidente differenza di dimensioni e lunghezza rispetto al tuo. In effetti, in confronto a te, Peter era davvero alto e quello non faceva altro che ricordarti quanto eri bassa.

《È davvero carino il tuo appartamento, molto meglio del mio! Perché dicevi che era un disastro?》

《Beh, lo era, fidati... solo perché non l'hai visto prima, heh...》

Quello aveva confermato i tuoi pensieri di prima. Non riuscisti a trattenerti dal provocarlo.

《Davvero? Quindi hai pulito tutto per me~?》

Gli domandasti con un sorrisetto, aspettandoti già la sua reazione. Di risposta lui arrossì, non eccessivamente ma quanto bastava per farlo notare, dopodiché distolse lo sguardo portandosi una mano dietro la nuca, visibilmente in imbarazzo. Esattamente quello che ti aspettavi. Quando si trattava di te ci voleva davvero poco per farlo arrossire.

《N-non potevo certo accoglierti nel disordine...!》

Ridacchiasti divertita.

《Grazie Peter, è stato davvero carino da parte tua...》

Ed ecco che il suo imbarazzo lasciò spazio al suo solito sorriso perdutamente innamorato. Sembrava così genuino che questa volta fosti tu quella ad arrossire.

《C-comunque!》

Si schiarì la voce per spezzare quella strana atmosfera.

《Hai fame? Ho preparato qualcosa-》

Neanche lo facesti finire di parlare.

《Sto morendo di fame! Fammi vedere, sono curiosa~!》

《Non ti aspettare chissà che eh, sono andato sul classico!》

Ti fece strada nella sua piccola cucina, il tavolo era già perfettamente apparecchiato per due persone, uno di fronte all'altra. Semplice ma carino, niente di troppo vistoso o elegante, proprio come piaceva a te. Anche perché qualcosa di elegante o romantico sarebbe risultato decisamente fuori luogo in un appartamento del genere.

《Accomodati pure!》

Disse sorridendo mentre spostava di poco una delle due sedie per farti sedere. Dopodiché si avvicinò al forno e non appena lo aprì si levò nell'aria un profumo buonissimo ed inconfondibile: lasagne. Appena le vedesti uscire dal forno il tuo sguardo si illuminò, avevi già l'acquolina in bocca solo a guardarle.

《Hai fatto le lasagne! Come sapevi che era il mio piatto preferito?!》

Lui distolse lo sguardo, imbarazzato come sempre, emettendo una piccola risatina divertita.

《Solo fortuna...~》

Posò il vassoio sul tavolo e tagliò due porzioni di lasagne, servendo ovviamente prima te.

《Credi che ti basteranno? Ho preparato solo questo ma se avrai ancora fame dimmelo!》

Ridacchiasti fra te e te, con quei modi sembrava quasi tua nonna, tuttavia sapevi che lo diceva soltanto perché ci teneva davvero che tu stessi bene.

《Non preoccuparti, un piatto di lasagne come questo mi sazia sempre》

Ti sorrise e iniziaste a mangiare. Appena mettesti in bocca il primo pezzetto, morbido e caldo al punto giusto, riuscisti quasi a sentire le tue papille gustative fare i salti di gioia mentre la besciamella ti si scioglieva sulla lingua. Era davvero squisito.

《Mh-!》

Peter ti guardò perplesso e un po' preoccupato mentre ingoiavi quel boccone, sicuramente pensò di aver sbagliato qualcosa o che ti fossi scottata perché era troppo caldo.

《Ma sono buonissime! Le hai fatte davvero tu?》

A quelle parole la sua espressione si rasserenò, sorridendo.

《Certo, tutto quanto! Sono felice che ti piacciano...!》

《Cavolo, hai questo talento e non me l'hai mai detto... che spreco! Avrei potuto mangiare altre volte queste splendide lasagne!》

Esclamasti con un finto tono triste, quasi teatrale. Peter ridacchiò divertito.

《Beh, da adesso in poi posso fartele quante volte vuoi~!》

《Sei da sposare...》

Quelle parole ti uscirono spontaneamente, senza neanche che te ne accorgessi, come se fosse qualcosa di talmente naturale da risultare ovvio. Quando realizzasti cosa avevi appena detto però arrossisti di botto, come fece anche lui. Vi guardaste per qualche attimo, senza saper bene cosa dire, poi distoglieste lo sguardo.

《S-se lo dici tu...》

Mormorò appena, con un sorriso felice sul volto.

Dopo quel momento di imbarazzo la cena proseguì abbastanza bene, entrambi finiste il vostro piatto di lasagne - anzi, a dirla tutta tu rubasti anche un po' delle lasagne di Peter, non gli potevi resistere - e lo aiutasti a sparecchiare. Avevi notato che per tutta la cena lui aveva guardato più te che il piatto, probabilmente non aveva neanche fatto caso al gusto di quelle lasagne, e di tanto in tanto si era pure morso la lingua per sbaglio. Non avevi mai visto qualcuno mordersi accidentalmente la lingua così tante volte ma lo trovasti davvero carino.

《E adesso che si fa?》

Domandasti avviandoti di nuovo verso il salotto.

《Uh... se vuoi potremmo-》

《...E quello cos'è?》

Lo interrompesti. Eri passata davanti la porta aperta della sua camera e non avevi potuto non sbirciare velocemente al suo interno. L'ansia cominciò pian piano ad impadronirsi di Peter, non sapendo ancora a cosa ti riferissi essendo rimasto ad asciugare le ultime posate in cucina. Terminò quello che stava facendo in fretta e furia e ti raggiunse subito.

《C-cosa...?》

《Quello!》

Dicesti indicando la teca con un piccolo serpente dalle squame ambrate al suo interno, collocata su un mobile della camera.

《Oh, quella è Rat!》

Tirò un sospiro di sollievo, lieto di sapere che non avevi visto niente di strano o compromettente.

《Tranquilla, non morde, non è velenos...》

Ma con sua grande sorpresa tu eri già appiccicata alla teca che guardavi il serpentello con un sorriso affettuoso, senza neanche aver finito di ascoltare le raccomandazioni di Peter.

《...Non hai paura, eh?》

Chiese avvicinandosi a te.

《Scherzi? Come si fa ad aver paura di un esserino così adorabile?》

Posasti un dito sul vetro della teca, vicino alla piccola testa del serpente. Rat ti guardava e sembrava più incuriosita che spaventata.

《E poi si vede lontano un miglio che è innocua!》

《Sai, puoi prenderla se vuoi...!》

Ti voltasti verso di lui con un sorriso smagliante.

《Davvero?! Sarebbe fantastico, grazie!》

Peter ti sorrise e proseguì ad aprire la teca. Una volta libera Rat cominciò subito ad avvolgersi tra le sue dita, da come si muoveva sicura si capiva che lo conoscesse a memoria. Visto che non stava un attimo ferma doveva farla passare continuamente da una mano all'altra per evitare che gli risalisse lungo tutto il braccio.

《Ecco, tieni...》

Mormorò avvicinando le mani alle tue. Rat avvicinò cautamente il muso ad una tua mano, osservando bene il nuovo "territorio".

《Tranquilla Rat, puoi fidarti... è un'amica》

La sua voce quando parlava alla sua amichetta diventava sorprendentemente dolce, come se stesse parlando con una sua bambina. Quando si trattava del serpente, tutti i segnali di imbarazzo, vergogna o nervosismo venivano cancellati. Normalmente non sarebbe mai riuscito a starti così vicino, a far sfiorare le vostre mani in quel modo senza arrossire, ma in quel momento invece sì.

Dopo qualche attimo di esitazione finalmente Rat si decise a lasciare le mani di Peter avvolgendo le tue dita.

《A-ah, eccola...!》

Non avevi mai toccato un serpente prima di allora e sentire quella pelle fredda, sottile e squamosa scivolarti fra le dita fece percorrere lievi brividi lungo tutto il tuo corpo. Nelle tue mani Rat era cauta, molto più lenta e incerta, si muoveva con attenzione esplorando ogni angolo. La trovasti davvero adorabile.

《Ma quanto sei carina eh, piccolina~?》

Inutile dire che ti uscì la classica vocina buffa che esce ogni volta che si parla a qualche animale o ad un bambino molto piccolo ma non gli desti troppo peso. Sapevi che non dovevi vergognarti di queste piccole cose con Peter. Avvicinasti il musino di Rat al tuo viso per guardarla meglio: sembrava così fragile da quanto era leggera e sottile ma la sua voglia di esplorare ed i suoi occhietti rossi come il sangue sprizzavano forza e vitalità. Le accarezzasti la testa con un dito della mano libera e le desti un leggero colpetto con il naso sul suo muso, come a farti dare un piccolo bacio. In risposta l'animaletto mosse la testa come se fosse perplesso da quel tocco. Certe volte si dimostrava davvero buffa, complice anche lo sguardo apparentemente perso dato dai suoi occhi a palla. Apristi la bocca per dire nuovamente qualcosa a Rat ma un flebile singhiozzo strozzato alle tue spalle ti bloccò. Ti voltasti subito.

Peter era seduto sul letto che ti stava guardando e stava piangendo. Silenziose lacrime scendevano lungo le sue guance come piccoli serpenti trasparenti. La sua espressione non sembrava triste, anzi, sarebbe stata normale se non fosse stato per quelle dannate lacrime. Non aveva emesso alcun suono fino a quel momento, non sapevi da quanto tempo stesse piangendo, ma vederlo in quello stato ti spezzò il cuore e ti sentisti tremendamente in colpa senza sapere neanche per cosa.

《P-Peter...?》

La tua voce era un sussurro. Non pensavi neanche di meritare di parlare o di preoccuparti per lui dal momento che eri stata così presa da Rat da non esserti accorta di quello che gli stava succedendo, qualsiasi cosa fosse. Non avevi idea del perché stesse piangendo, sembrava che stesse bene fino a pochi minuti prima. E speravi con tutta te stessa che fosse stato così, prima.

Il pensiero di aver sbagliato qualcosa o averlo ferito in qualche modo cominciò ad insidiarsi prepotentemente nella tua testa, ma più provavi a pensare a cosa potessi aver fatto di sbagliato e più non trovavi risposte.

《S-Scusa...》

Non potevi sentire la sua voce tremare a quel modo.

《T-tutto bene? Che succede?》

《È solo che... mentre ti guardavo...》

Fece una piccola pausa, cercando le parole giuste.

《Ho pensato al fatto che non... n-non ho mai avuto nessuno prima in casa mia, in camera mia...》

Deglutì a vuoto, probabilmente provando a far scendere il nodo alla gola.

《S-sono stato solo per anni e-e vederti qui insieme a me, insieme a Rat...》

Si lasciò scappare un altro piccolo singhiozzo.

《...mi ha fatto pensare a quanto sia grato di averti qui. Di averti conosciuta...》

Concluse, mentre stringeva nervosamente i suoi pantaloni con una mano tremante. Nonostante le lacrime adesso si stagliava un dolcissimo sorriso sul suo volto.

A quel punto stavi piangendo anche tu. Non ti saresti mai aspettata che qualcuno potesse dirti qualcosa del genere, né che qualcuno riuscisse davvero a piangere per la gioia di averti nella sua vita.

Dopo quelle parole, quella confessione, non potevi stare a guardare ulteriormente. Le tue gambe si mossero praticamente da sole. Ti precipitasti da lui, lasciando Rat su un cuscino lì vicino, e lo baciasti stringendolo forte a te. Lo baciasti come se fosse la cosa più naturale del mondo, come se lo facessi da una vita. Ed in fondo era da una vita che volevi farlo, ma forse te ne rendesti conto solo in quel momento. Lui ricambiò il bacio quasi istantaneamente, dopo qualche secondo di stupore ed incredulità, stringendoti per i fianchi. Grazie a quella vicinanza riuscisti a percepire molto bene il suo profumo di colonia con un leggero retrogusto di fumo e sigarette. Era il suo profumo, soltanto suo, e lo amavi proprio come amavi lui. Avresti voluto imprimere quell'odore nei tuoi vestiti, sul tuo corpo, in modo da averlo sempre con te. Mentre vi baciavate gli accarezzavi le guance, preoccupandoti di asciugargli con cura e amore ogni traccia delle lacrime versate poco prima, come se fosse stato quel bacio a cancellarle. A cancellare tutto il dolore e la tristezza di quei suoi anni in solitudine.

《Non sei più solo, okay? E non lo sarai mai più...》

Gli mormorasti a fior di labbra, con ancora il fiato corto a causa del bacio. Fu quello il tuo modo di dirgli che lo amavi. Lui ti guardava con un sorriso commosso, completamente rosso in viso e perdutamente innamorato, come era sempre stato fin dal primo momento in cui ti aveva vista. Adesso però non c'erano più segni di pianto sul suo volto.

《Q-quindi non piangere più o bacerò tutte quelle lacrime, intesi?》

Dichiarasti con sguardo deciso.

《Tesoro, questo non è un buon incentivo per farmi smettere di piangere, anzi... mi fa venire ancora più voglia...》

Ammettesti a te stessa che non aveva tutti i torti. Non eri mai stata brava a trovare "punizioni" e in particolare in quel caso avevi soltanto detto la prima cosa che ti era passata per la testa. Probabilmente la cosa che avresti voluto fare tu, non quella che lo avrebbe fatto smettere. Rideste entrambi, insieme.

《Stupido...》

Lo baciasti ancora una volta, sedendoti a cavalcioni sulle sue gambe. Eri certa che non volevi lasciarlo, per nessun motivo al mondo.

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[bowieandqueen11]

Strength / Ben Solo Imagine

Request: Please,, feed my starving gay ass with a Ben solo x male reader fic,,, maybe where Ben meets the reader after joining the resistance & he’s just v touchstarved & loves how affectionate the reader is ? 

Whooowheee here we go <3

Warning: Some injury details!

Comments are always appreciated! 

Staring up at the swirling black ceiling, your heart being called to the stars that burn outside your window, your heavy eyes blink slowly open and close on board your room in the ship, unable to sleep until Poe comes in and tells you where your boyfriend, your Ben is. He’d ordered you to get some sleep, that there was nothing more to do after your own shot to the side, but the pain isn’t the worst thing at the moment.

The moment you hear a clamour, you’re straight up out of bed, leaving the rumpled blankets behind on Ben’s side, and straight out the door of the Falcon to rush past C-3PO and down the familiar halls into the med bay. You tug Han’s jacket tighter around yourself as you’re greeted by Chewie at the door.

‘What’s going on bud, where’s Finn, where’s Ben?’

‘Rwwwgg’

‘That bad, huh?’

You can hear BB-8 chirping in agreement, hurried little violent noises as he rolls around behind the sickbay curtain.

‘It’s not that bad, it’s just a small blaster shot. I’ve had worse’, Ben whispers to the droid, trying to mask the hiss in his voice as Poe pushes him back onto the bed with a huff, moving away towards the door and out towards the cockpit.

‘He’s all yours, Y/n.’

'You got hit?!’ You finally notice the part of his uniform that he was trying to hide behind his arm as you run over to him, singed slightly around the edges behind his bicep.

'I really have had worse, you’re making a big fuss over me for nothing.’ 

Usually, he’d use his lightsaber to deflect any oncoming attacks with ease, but all it took was a fraction of a second to get distracted. He’d never found himself daydreaming before, losing his concentration. Wishing that he was back in the Falcon with you. He’d never been so conflicted during a mission.

You walk over to him lying on the bed, his raven hair spread around head and over the side like a dark halo under the harsh swinging yellow light of the ship, when you see his eyes flutter awake. Sticking a thigh up against the bed, you gently rub your hand up and down the coarse coldness of his stomach, feeling the slight shiver he returns against your fingertips. You gently dare to wrap your arms around his middle, his hands grasping yours tightly in a deadly choke, turning your knuckles white, but you only squeeze back tighter.

‘You know I can make a bigger fuss. Now, will you stop pretending that you don’t deserve it, because we both know different.’

‘Y/n-’

‘I know different’, you say with a gulp, your voice becoming husky and low as you swallow a sob.

You don’t even realise that you’d begun to rub small circles into the the curves of his fingers, his tired and hardened hands finding relief in your nimble and homely ones.

Reaching over to the cold water cloth Poe had placed on the metal bedside table with a scowl, you begin to steadily wipe the blood away from his knuckles, gingerly reaching up to brush the hair away from his forehead, pretending you don’t see the way his eyes scrunch closed as your fingers dance over your skin, his face turning from the pained red to a deeper shade of beetroot.

Shoving him over, you place the cloth back into the bowl next to a mountain of bloody tissues, before hopping up onto the leather next to him.

‘There’s the smile I love to see.’

He chuckles slightly as you feel a slow and hesitant nod against your neck, a slow huff of his breath breaks your skin out in a set of shivering goosebumps. Kicking your legs over his own, you pull him tight against your thumping chest, his thick arms wrapping comfortably around your middle and grabbing your wrists tightly as if he was scared to let you go. 

‘Poe’s going to kill you if you rip my stitches.’

‘Don’t worry, he’s more afraid of me than I am of him.’

BB8 beeps in agreement.

He brushes his fingertips gently down the curve of your flushed cheek, silence enveloping the two of you in a comfortable affinity, allowing his eyes to slowly shut close as he blocks out all the events of the past twenty four hours, just blessing everything he can think of to be back in your touch.

[americancowgirl19]

When They Find You

Summary: You lose your family only to gain another one

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of death/murder

Reader: Gender Neutral Reader (Force Sensitive)

Pairings: Platonic Leia, Han, Chewie, Ben x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1,177

Important Message Below!!

A/n: So! This is the first one shot of many to come. It’s going to go through your life as the adoptive child of Han and Leia! It’s going to be a series which I’ll try to keep gender neutral but if I come across one that I intend to make specific I’ll do a female and a male version. This will eventually be a Poe Dameron love story! There will be plenty of one shots between the reader and Poe but also plenty more that will focus on just the reader and their story! Also, there will be some one shots that you should read to understand others and I’ll indicate which ones those are on the Masterlist with ***... to explain more you’ll have to read those to understand the ones that come AFTER them but NOT BEFORE it. I really hope it makes sense and it should once I get more posted and have the Masterlist going. Let me know if you wanna be tagged! Also feel free to request a specific scene you wanna see! Also, I really love this gif!

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You were petrified. The world moved on around you but you ignored it all and sat on the dirty ground leaning against random building in a semi-empty alleyway. There were a few homeless people accompanying you but they left you alone. You ignored them as well.

You hugged your knees to your chest and rested your chin on top of them. You stared at the wall across from you but you weren’t really seeing it. You were so lost in your mind that you weren’t in the alleyway but back in your home.

The home you grew up in. The home where you saw your parents and older sister get murdered in. The home you barely escaped with your life. You thought about how your parents would joke about you being the champion of hide-and-go-seek. You were so good you managed to hide the entire time the intruders were in your home. When they left, you weren’t far behind.

You were terrified they’d come back for you. So, you left your family and ran to the streets. You think you told someone what had happened as you cried but you don’t remember. You wonder if their bodies have been found yet or if anybody is looking for you. You doubt the latter though.

It’s been days, or maybe it was weeks, since the tragedy. You were only five years old but you managed to take care of yourself. You hid anywhere you could when you needed to sleep and stole what you needed to eat. You’ve been cursed at and chased away many times but you always got what you wanted and you always managed to get away.

You were covered in dirt, your feet have scratches and blisters, and you clothes are tattered and worn. You blend in perfectly with the other orphaned children and the homeless. Most people didn’t spare you a second glance.

Until one did.

It’s a boy who stops beside you. He’s a few years older but still far too young to be without an adult. He’s also too clean and too well cared for to be homeless or orphaned.

You don’t see him until you notice the red apple in his hand. He’s moved from beside you to in front of you. His grip around the apple is loose and you know you can take it. The rumble in your stomach encourages you.

There’s a reason you’re able to steal so well and get away with it so often. You have a gift. A gift that made you sister jealous of you but now she’s dead and you’re using it to survive. Your mother called it the Force.

You use it to take the apple from his hand. Once the fruit is in yours you jump up and dart away. You only get a few feet before the apple is snatched from your hand. You spin around, ready to fight for the fruit, when you realize the boy never moved. Then it clicks. He has the Force too.

You never met anybody else with your gift. You thought you had been the only one. It amazed you. For the first time since your world changed you snapped out of the funk you were trapped in. You finally focused on the present and what was in front of you instead of remembering the past and trying to survive.

The boy holds the apple out in his flat palm. Your eyes go from it to the boy. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just watches you.

“Take it,” He says, in a soft and calm voice. You’re nervous but you lift your hand and bring the apple back. Wanting to see him use your gift you mimic what he had done.

“Take it,” You repeat. The boy’s lip quirks just a smidge before he does as told. The two of you continue this for a few moments. 

This is how his parents find the two of you. They’re both relieved and focused on the boy. You deduct that he had run off without them and they had struggled to find him. It’s only when he points you out that their eyes land on you.

“Oh, hello,” The woman says gently. You look at her. You know instantly that she has the gift as well. It’s radiating off of her. You don’t get scared. The aurora around her is so welcoming and friendly. It reminds you of your mother.

Once the thought crosses your mind you burst into tears and run towards her. She quickly accepts you in her arms. It doesn’t take long for her to realize you’re all alone. She lifts you in her arms and turns to the man. 

“No,” He says instantly. The woman doesn’t say anything and you snuggle into the crook of her neck. She holds you tighter. A few seconds later and the man sighs defeatedly. “Fine,” He claps the boy on the back and before you know it the four of you are leaving the alley.

You look up and notice them taking you to the largest ship you’ve ever seen. Your eyes widen in wonder and your jaw drops at it.

Then a large beast comes out of nowhere and roars. You squeal and hide in the woman’s neck. You begin to cry again which leads to her comforting you.

“Chewie!” The woman scolds. “Was that necessary?” The hairy ‘Chewie’ scoffs. You hesitate to sneak a look. “Don’t be scared of this fuzzball, he won’t hurt you,” She promises softly. “This is Chewie,” She introduces. You look at him and he tilts his head at you. You give him a small wave and he roars again but it’s softer which makes you smile.

“And this is the Falcon,” The man says, motioning to his ship.

“And more importantly,” The woman says a little louder. The man shrugs not understand that their names should be introduced before the ships. “This is Han, I’m Leia and that’s our son Ben,” You look from him to her to the boy. 

Ben looks at you curiously but doesn’t smile when you send him one. The five of you walk onto the Falcon. Han and Chewie disappear. Leia sets you down on a cushioned seat.

“Can you tell me your name, sweetheart?” Leia asks, softly. You don’t respond. She offers you a motherly smile before tucking some hair behind your eat. “It’s going to be ok,” She promised. “You’re not alone anymore,” 

She grabs a nearby blanket and wraps it around your shoulders before walking away to find you and Ben some food. This leaves you and the boy alone. You glance at him to find him staring at you. You hold his gaze. 

He then pulls out the apple and holds it out to you. You smile using the force to take it. He smiles when you bite into it. You send the smile back to him. He stands and moves to sit beside you.

“Y/n,” You whisper. He looks at you before nodding.

“Ben,” He reintroduces himself.

[steves-on-a-plane]

Destiny Disputed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Everybody is somebody, Ben.” You disagreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that…” You started to ask Ben.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you think?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

[xmalereader]

Kylo Ren Incorrect Quotes

M! Reader: Don’t you miss the vivid imagination of childhood?

Kylo Ren: I never had one.

M! Reader: An imagination or a childhood?

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

If anyone's interested in my upcoming fic schedule...

I have a few planned and some are still only in my head. I continue writing them when I'm in the mood so it might take a little while for some of them. But these are in my drafts right now:

A Strange Jedi | Star Wars [Fem!Reader]

Part 3 of The Padawan Series with part 1, and part 2 here: Part I, Part II

Summary: Y/N meets Adam Driver, an actor. The man knows things about the Jedi and the padawan will find out what he’s hiding. Only problem: He’s not really keen on trying to help her. So she takes matters in her own hands. Meanwhile, Y/N’s Master and Obi-Wan and Anakin are worried about her disappearance...

The Master of Feelings | Star Wars [Fem!Reader]

Summary: Padawan Anakin is battling his feelings for Padmé Amidala. That's when he hears some rumors about a Jedi Master who can help with anything that involves feelings. He decides to pay Master L/N a visit to the dismay of Obi-Wan and the Jedi Council.

The Dragonborn | The Witcher & TES: Skyrim Crossover [M!Reader]

Summary: Geralt and Jaskier meet a stranger in the woods while on the hunt for a special monster. They decide to team up but neither does Geralt realize that his prey is close to him nor does the stranger notice he's the one being hunted...

The Bounty | The Mandalorian [Fem!Twi'lek!Reader]

Part 2 of The Smuggler

Summary: Din Djarin and Y/N, the smuggler meet again, but their circumstances do not benefit the relationship Din wishes they could have.

Must Have Been The Wind | Star Wars [Fem!Reader]

Summary: Ben Solo decides to complain about the noise upstairs but instead falls in love. But Y/N has a boyfriend and dark secrets.

Enemies | Star Wars [Fem!Reader]

Summary: Y/N mourns for something she can never have but Darth Maul won't let her.

Sacrifice | Star Wars [Fem!Reader]

???

I HOPE I CAN SATISFY SOME OF YOU THIRSTY BITCHES *points at Darth Maul fans*

[yandereclues]

Okay, so if I were to post some yandere Star Wars stuff, would anyone be interested? Specifically like Kylo Ren, the Mandolorian, and maybe Poe Dameron.

I mean, I’m gonna do it anyway, but the support is nice.

[bakerstreethound]

Ghosts of the Past

Requested by @porkcracker: So I am happy that you are willing to write my request. And since you asked for more details you shall receive them. Reader and Finn have know each other for a long time and when Finn fled he stayed behind. In or after the final battle Finn finds Reader again and is first sad because he is still part of the First Order.

Pairing: Finn x male!reader

Warnings: violence, swearing, mild spoilers for TROS

Summary: Finn and reader have know each other from their days as part of the First Order, but what happens when they find each other?

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound

Word Count: 1,900

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting. I hope this was along the lines of what you wanted! I had the reunion set kinda after the final battle. *gif not mine* shoutout to my bby @pandaqueen7799 for all her read throughs and edits (: xoxo

He couldn’t escape him, even in dreams. It was always the same, the same blasted nightmares, blood pooling from his side as he struggled under the grip of Kylo Ren. The rise of his chest getting slower by the minute. If he didn’t make it in time…

 You bolted out of bed, choking back the scream rising in your throat. It was always him. Where the hell did he go? You had heard the rumors of the “deserter” labeled FN-2187, and your head spun, trying in vain to deny the truth. He had left you and was never coming back. Your only friend, the one who trained alongside you since being brought to this damned place, was gone, leaving you under the scrutiny of Captain Phasma, and once she was gone, your squadron Captain also gave you hell.

You kept your eyes open, taking deep breaths to calm your thumping heart. You then focused on listening to the quiet snores of your fellow troopers. Soft groans came from the bed above, and you briefly let yourself wonder, but for a moment, if they were haunted by something. Pleasant dreams were now a far cry from luxury. The ones that came were full of torment and loss. Sometimes you wonder if the First Order had mandated a specific program for everyone and dreams were the side effects. Just another thing they take from us.

The calmness of the room encompassed you, and soon you let your mind wander, back to happier times when you were but a boy and trained with your only friend. Perhaps someday your paths would cross again, but you wouldn’t be prepared for when it came to pass.

******

“You’re the spy!?” Finn exclaimed, almost on the verge of doing a happy dance. His eyes twinkled in surprise and relief as Hux stood before him, unamused.

“Shoot me in the arm, or they’ll know I helped you and,” he gestured to Poe and Chewie, “they will kill me. They can’t know about the other one. They must not know about the other.” His voice was insistent, laced with urgency.

Poe shot Finn a look of unease, and Finn’s amusement turned to concern.

“You’re telling us there’s another spy on board this damn ship?”

Chewie roared.

Hux fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Yes, there is another onboard, and if Pryde determines who it is, the Resistance is doomed. I suggest you leave now before putting us all at risk.”

“But who the hell is it?”

Poe tugged Finn on the verge of dragging him to the Falcon. “Listen, we have to go. Now.”

The engines of the Falcon roared, and Chewie shouted in warning as a swarm of troopers approached from the interlocking doors. Poe let out a frustrated groan, and this time Finn obliged, the Falcon’s door closing. He didn’t even notice the faint glimmer of hope he had given to a certain trooper determined not to give up on him. Something within Finn had awoken the moment he stepped aboard that forsaken planet. But what? He thought as he headed far from the cockpit neither in the mood or mindset to deal with the aching he fought so hard to suppress within.

******

You felt something shift from within you. You knew the force existed, and you had overheard conversations amongst the Generals of its power, but nothing had prepared you for what had happened. You had seen him board that trash dump of a ship. Something stirred, a thread being pulled taut, a deep longing, an aching chasm in your chest left in its wake. Is this what it feels like to have no heart? You were suddenly grateful for your mask, which hid the tears dripping slowly down your face.

Your footsteps treaded steady and sure down the halls, that was until a blaster ricocheted, blowing a hole in the wall just meer centimeters from your helmet. You shuddered, not wanting to contemplate the alternative. 

“You’re telling me three fugitives overpowered you and along the way stole back the Falcon?” there was no mistaking how pissed Pryde was. You took a few steps forward, hiding behind the wreckage of the wall, grasping onto your blaster. You steadied your breathing and continued to listen as Pryde resumed to circle Hux.

“Yes, Allegiant General. While they were at it, they shot me.” Hux gestured to his bandaged leg.

Pryde’s jaw tightened, his eyes glimmering with malice, hands clenched into fists. Before you could blink, Pryde swung out at Hux, blasting him in the torso. You inhaled sharply, watching as he collapsed ungracefully onto the cool glass floor. Pryde showed no sympathy, turning towards the bridge. Leave it to the scum to carry them, now do you?

“LM-2614, you’re not authorized to enter this quadrant,” the monotone voice of your squadron Captain broke your thoughts. You hadn’t realized how hard you gripped your blaster until you looked up. “How about I pass on the orders for you to dispose of the traitor’s body? I’m sure that will teach you a lesson.”

You gulped, praying to the stars that your mouth stayed shut and that you wouldn’t collapse. You bowed your head, tears falling once again as you cradled the body of your beloved General turned spy in your arms.

“Any word about the spy?” was the last thing you heard, the airlock latching behind you, not a trooper watching you as you began your descent.

******

“Hey Finn, don’t you know him?” you heard a voice mumble. “Apparently, he’s the other spy Hux warned us about.”

Everything around you was shrouded in darkness, the weight of your General’s body nonexistent in your arms. Where the hell am I? What have I done to the body? Surely I’m not dead. Something lurched below you, and you felt yourself sliding. Where the hell am I?

“You make one more move, and you’re a dead man. I swear, don’t give me an excuse to use this.”

That voice.

Another voice sighed further up ahead in exasperation. You swore you heard the faint chirping of a droid as well, but you didn’t dare move. Damn, everything hurts.

“Poe, are you sure I can’t blow his brains out? He works for the First Order. We cannot, under any circumstances, trust him!”

Your insides felt as if they were ripping to shreds, but you held your tongue.

The man whose voice you identified as the pilot answered. “I wouldn’t be talking. You were part of that league too!”

“That was before you helped me escape, sir pilot.” You heard the clink of metal hit the floor. Suddenly for the first moment in your life, you were grateful for the Stormtrooper mask. Your vision was restricted enough, and you didn’t have to see what damage had been done. At least one good thing came out of this.

Your victory was short-lived as the distinct rumbling of landing gears came into place, shuddering your body as the ship settled down.

“And that’s smooth sailing right there!”

“You’re such a showoff,” this time a scoff of amusement.

The pilots’ footsteps sounded down the corridors stopping in front of me. “Now, Finn, I want you to unload the prisoner and leave him for me to deal with, alright?”

So now they leave me to deal with a pilot, not a General, how telling. You smirked despite yourself.

A strong hand grasped you, making you jump. “Come along then, you don’t want to keep Poe waiting.”

“Such idle threats wasted on youth.”

“If I were you, Order scum, I would be wise to keep my own mouth shut.” a blaster pressed into you back, heat rolling in waves as it ushered you forward.

“Fine, traitor.”

In only a few moments, you felt the life of a harbor breeze greet you in delicious coolness and warmth. Your side still ached, but you managed to walk. You could hear worried whispers all around you, some curious, some shuddering in fear. Why can’t they understand you were their only hope? And this is what I get for thanks, you mumbled incoherently, jolting to a stop.

“Wait here and don’t move.” Like hell, I’d move. Yeah just give me a second to see through this blindfold you put over my mask and then proceed to rip off these restraints. Totally could do that in the minutes before being tortured. Sarcasm always seemed like your best defense in most cases. Today held no exception. Without a second thought, those same sturdy hands that had pressed the blaster up to you grasped your helmet, not bothering to pull the blindfold off. The sun scorched your eyes. How long had it been since you’d seen pure, non-artificial light?

Your heart leapt within your chest, your throat choking back a sob as you looked at the man before you. It was him: FN-2187 was alive. He had come back for you. The surprise was evident on his face as he approached, gingerly unclasping the restraints around your wrists.

“You’re alive,” you mustered. He looked up at you, guilt and remorse etched upon his face, slowly turning to glee.

“You’re,” he gulped, “you’re the spy? How? It’s been well...never mind how it’s been. You’re here, you’re safe!” Finn’s laughter filled you to the core even as he brought your hands to your face cupping your cheeks. “Please forgive me. Will you? I meant none of those things I said. I just thought..”

“Finn, nevermind what I think. Of course I forgive you. How could I not?” You leaned into his palms, embracing their warmth.

His smile was toxic, burning you from the inside like a thousand fiery suns. “You haven’t changed a bit, haven’t you?”

“Hmm not really, I mean except for training and…” You shuddered, not wanting to speak of those dreadful images which passed through your nightmares every night.

Finn’s gaze softened even more, pulling back his hands and leading you to some rocks outside a small cavern. “You don’t have to say anything. Just stay here with me.”

“Why would I ever leave you?”

This time, you were the one to reach out and grasp his hand. He took a deep breath.

“I never wanted to leave you, but I couldn’t stand it there any longer. Call it selfishness, but if we had been on duty at that same time, maybe I could have…”

In an instant, your lips were upon his, crushing him beneath you as he reached out, carding his fingers through your cropped blonde hair. His tongue grazed your lips practically begging for entry and you obliged, pressing harder against him. You let out a moan, pulling away to catch your breath, but Finn’s hands remained tangled in your locks, his face light with glee.

“Finn, I-i love you. I always knew it then, but I’m certain than ever. I cannot ever lose you again.”

“You will never lose me, I assure you...LM-”

You shuddered against him. “Please don’t call me that. LM-2614 is dead.”

Finn’s gaze was full of warmth and understanding. You rested your head atop his thumping heart, watching the sunset on the horizon.

“Liam. That’s what I’ll call you.”

You swore your heart was on the verge of exploding. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you, Liam.”

Liam. A precious whisper among the stars.

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