#callfrcmthelight

[withintheforce]

“Ben? Ben?”

Bruised knees dug into cold, unforgiving stone. Callused hands scrambled against warm fabric. A small, lithe body curled around a larger, immobile one. 

Closing her eyes, Rey reached out through the Force. A soft, choked sob left her when she felt him. Their bond. Palpatine had not destroyed it, as she’d feared. Brows twitching together, she wrapped her consciousness around his, frantically assessing his current state. He was weak. So, so weak. Yet when she tried to push some of her life force into his, he resisted. Frustrated, she tried again, but was still met with a stubborn, unswaying wall. 

Eyes snapping open, she leveled a glare at him. “Let me help you,” she ordered him. From above, a resounding crack tore through the atmosphere. Chin tilting, she turned her gaze above. Black ships were falling, careening toward the ground. The Resistance, and all its heros, were making their escape into hyperspace. 

Exegol was dying around them. Good, she thought, bile rising in her throat as she looked toward the Sith throne. Let it all die. 

The ground started to tremor under them, and she looked back to Ben. There was no time. She had to get him off this planet and somewhere safe. If he was going to resist her attempts to heal him, then she would have to find someone else. Somewhere else.

“You better have brought a ship large enough for two,” she grumbled. Curling the Force around his prone body, lifting him from the ground, and sprinted them away from the decaying throne room and out to his ship.

Glancing toward Luke’s X-Wing, she offered it a small, thankful smile before boarding Ben’s ship and lifting off from the planet’s crumbling surface, jumping into hyperspace the second they could.

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                      Heat radiated from his skin, invaded his bloodstream, flowing from the tips of his fingertips to his cheeks. The blossoming of red was possibly the only noticeable feature that had shifted, as Bellamy stood eerily still in the middle of the hallway across from him, a man that had invaded his being with emotions carving themselves deep into the cavity of his once cold heart. Stock still he stayed, his fingers flexing themselves into fists, an anchor for his body when his mind remained spinning.

                 How long had it been? His eyes now feeling permission to roam across the expanse of the clothed man before him. A mask, absent, as he had grown accustomed to in their tender moments with one another. Swallowing thickly, his body caught up with his head, and before there was a chance to even think properly, words left his lips so quickly he stumbled over them

.                                               “R-Ren..”

His croaked name flew past his parted lips, and memories flooded into his head rapidly. The harsh beating that he had received, their flee from the First Order. The deal with his mother, the flashing of images connected deeply with the feelings hidden in his heartstring.

                      The emotions drove him, all logical thoughts left his head rather rapidly. The sound of footsteps was the only indication to him, that his body was moving forward, pushing him closer and closer to Ren, until they were hands width distance apart. Mind caught up to body, and there was itching inside of his skin that he should step away, yet he was so near to his soulmate it was intoxicating. Bellamy’s fingers twitched with the restrained need to reach out and touch the man in front of him, his man. Words failed him, his mouth opened and closed in an attempt to force them out yet his bones and muscles weighed him to the ground, forcing his lips shut. In a weak attempt to communicate the many things, he had been itching, dying, to say his hand came to rest on the others shoulder. Even through the fabric, the underlying physical connection they had as soulmates felt like electricity and water in the worst yet best way possible.

                         It was impossible for him to keep himself from the safety and comfort that Ren’s arms brought, Bellamy collided into the man inches away from him. Strong arms wrapped themselves tightly around the man that had given him such deep comfort in hours of need, the same man that had forced an electricity filled rod into his spine, the same man he would sacrifice himself for, the same man who was the most dangerous man in the entirety of the galaxy. Bellamy’s cheek was pressed against Ren’s chest, his eyes were screwed shut, a slight nervousness had crept into his lungs, and he feared the rejection that could occur after such time spent apart. At last, his lips parted and everything he wanted to say fell out, encompassed in three mere words.

                                                                                              “I’ve missed you..”

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Sometimes you just had to wonder how fast things could go to hell and today was one of those days for sure. Everything started with one hell of a bang too, when it turned out his co-pilot on the job would be kriffin Ben Solo, yes, the very same Ben Solo with whom Poe had spent the better part of his childhood, playing Rebels and Troopers, causing mayhem and stealing any ship they could get their hands on to get a taste of flying. Also the same Ben Solo who has been missing for the past several years, gone without a trace and leaving everyone sick with worry - Poe very much included.

They didn’t even get time to explain to one another exactly how they both ended up on this job, and why they were doing jobs of this kind in the first place, before they were already arguing over who was going to be at the stick and who would co-pilot, and even then that got, begrudgingly, sorted out in Ben’s favour, the moment they were up and running trouble started. They’ve barely left the pickup system before they had a tail, and then another ship trying to blow them to pieces. Kehlar said that there could be complications but two, clearly separate, ships trying to take them down? That was a little much for a pay as mediocre as they were getting.

Shields went down faster than expected, part of their cargo, which was supposed to be exotic pets and turned out to be some blood thirsty reptile creatures, had gotten out of the cages and before they knew it, they had a boarding party ramming in and three fires in three parts of the ship. Ejecting in the stealth pod seemed like the best idea but the only problem was it’s was rather made for one, not for two, and especially not Ben’s size. A spiralling flight with his face stuck in Ben’s armpit and a painful crash later, here they were: crawling out of the ruined pod, rubbing bruised ribs and elbows and cursing to hell and back as they look around the spot they crashed in, on a planet Poe didn’t even know the name of.

“You alright?” He asked Ben, looking him over in case he’s gotten banged up worse than him, or force forbid has broken something in their less than smooth landing.

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       “This is a terrible idea, you have to know that, right?” Indy wasn’t sure how he had gotten himself into this mess, but he did want to make sure that they both made it out of this alive. 

“Just in case I forget, you look great.” He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, especially not in the face of danger or being stuck on some planet he didn’t know.

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There was a time when Rey could never have imagined this. It’s pure, simple, and oh so delicate. This time they have together, so fleeting, before they know what happens next. Before it is Ben’s head on the line outside this chamber, answering for his war crimes. Rey wasn’t supposed to be here, not technically, but she had worked her way here, forced them to let her see him for just one more night. It was all she could ask, after pleading on his behalf. She had done all she could, and short of whisking him away, there was nothing else she could do for him. 

At least for now, she’s happy to sit here with him. They were not doing what lovers might do on their last night together, but there’s very little way for anything to be possible with Ben restrained the way that he is. His ropes bound him so tightly, he could barely even lift his fingers. They need not worry of him trying to escape as he had turned himself in, but old habits die hard and Ben had committed so many heinous crimes as Kylo Ren.  Despite the trial by the early morning sun, Rey was happy to get this time with him, even if it might be the last they ever get together. There is a sad calm about the man. He’s happy to be here with her, she knows that, but she knows that he also will likely not get to see the next sunset, and there will be no more nights where she can curl up against him and ask him about all the years of his life she’d missed. They had only just now gotten the opportunity to be together, to work as one instead of against each other, and it will only last for a few more hours. 

“I did everything I could.” She says again, looking down at her callused hands. She had already told him that when she’d arrived six hours ago, but now, as the light begins to trickle in through his cell window, she feels the words rouse themselves again. Desperation, helplessness. Things Rey had felt all her life, but never so keenly as she feels them now. Ben smiles at  her, lifting those restrained hands to her. He doesn’t answer; he wanted things to go this way. He wanted to atone for all he’d done. But Rey would rather him get to live out the remainder of his life as a good man than die here as a sinner, remembered in history only for all the bad he had done and not for the good she knew lived in him. 

“I know.” He says in response. That small smile doesn’t leave his lips as his eyes flick between her and the floor. He wants to stay with her. He always had. She knows that. “But I have to be here.” He nods, as if reassuring himself it’s the right thing. “For all I have done. I have hurt so many people, including you.” His fingers, now beginning to turn blue from the bonds  on him, brush against her bare shoulder. A small scar had begun to form there, rough hewn from the buzzing blade of a saber he had buried in the ocean. Ben Solo, a man who she had once considered a monster, whose touch now nearly brings her to tears. Remorse. That’s what it is. Deep, sorrowful regret. She doesn’t want Ben Solo to die, despite all his crimes. Rey’s throat turns stiff as she tries to swallow  that regret, and she forces a smile to her face. Despite it all, she is so happy to be here with him at all. It’s bittersweet. Her kindred spirit, so strong in the Force with her, his heart beating and his body so present. This is what spending the rest of their lives together would feel like. She would have gotten to live her days out with this utter sense of belonging. 

But she is happy to have been able to feel it at all in her lifetime. She wonders if this is how Leia and Han had felt. Rey takes a deep breath, but it shudders through her, causing her small shoulders to tremble. 

“I know.” She whispers. She wants nothing more than to do right by him, when life had done nothing but fail him so far. Rey doesn’t want to be added to the list of things that failed Ben Solo. She wants to let him do this no matter how much she’d like to take him and run. She feels that longing in him, that longing to go with her. She doesn’t need their bond to sense it, to feel it in his lingering, fluttering touch.  Rey takes his hands in her own, pressing them against that rough scar. His skin is so cold against her. She really wants to remove those shackles from him. “I already forgave you.” She murmurs, “for this. For all of it.” The girl cups those cold fingers, leaning forward to press their lips together for perhaps the last time. For a man so hard and cold for most of his life, she is still surprised how soft and gentle he could be, and how tender he always was with her, as if she would slip through his fingers at any moment. He tugs at her through their bond, as he cannot do it with his own hands, and her own soul rises to meet his, to envelop him in all the love she has to offer. It’s the only bliss she can offer him now, as the crowds will decide his fate so soon. Her lips tremble as she breaks the kiss, eyes stinging though she is trying hard not to cry. She doesn’t want his last memory of her to be in tears. She hears the footsteps of the morning patrol down the hall and knows they are out of time now. “I’m not going anywhere.” She whispers, squeezing his hands tightly. “I promise.”

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     It was touching to see that side of him, that for so long remained hidden behind layers of darkness and manipulation. The true him that would worry about her relationship with her friends even if they didn’t reciprocate the feeling. She couldn’t blame them, but she hoped she could change their minds eventually. “Ben...” She said reaching for his hands. “I can handle my friends.” They might not agree with her choices, but they wouldn’t go against her either. “You can talk to me if you want.”

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓. / @callfrcmthelight​

                            𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   Four  to  be  exact,  but  it  irritates  the  general  all  the  same  having  to  shift  his  eyes  upwards  just  long  enough  to  make  contact  with  the  other.   Ren  is  right  to  remain  skeptic  of  the  word  choice  as  it  does  not  do  his  ire  or  ardor  justice.

    His  body  instinctual  sways  back  starting  at  his  waist  in  self  preservation  while  the  rest  of  himself  remains  planted.  Finger  nails  dig  into  palms  of  tightly  closed  fists;  were  he  not  wearing  gloves  they  would  have  made  an  imprint. 

        ❝ For starters, I want to slap your face. ❞  he’s  slow  to  order.   to  say  what’s  really  on  his  mind.   If  Ren  was  intruding  on  his  privacy,  and  he  was  sure Ren  was,   then  the  man  would  know  exactly  what  Hux  desired  far  before  the  General  had  the nerve  or  guts  to  say  out  loud.

    He  wants  Ren  on  his  knees,  pleading  for  mercy,   for  forgiveness,  for  a  hard  fucking.  To  which  Hux  would  only  grant  one  of  the  requests.   He  wants  Ren  beneath  him  in  more  ways  than  one  and  for  those  full  lips  to  be  put  to  better  use.  He  wants  to  hear  Ren  call  him  praises  and  titles  not  yet  uttered  between  them.   Most  importantly,  he  wants  that  stupid  mask  destroyed.

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— ❝Ben….❞Rey began. Her voice, soft and full of concern. These past few night, he had been more open with her. And she, more open with him as well. He was no longer Kylo Ren to her, she no longer saw the monster she once wished to defeat. Instead, she saw a frightened young man. One that didn’t believe he could be save, one that thought it was to late to return to his family and the light. But, Rey had faith in him. Had faith, that Ben Solo would return to the light. ❝It’s alright, Ben. You’re no longer alone, I will help you fight those monsters.❞

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“Come on, they’re all drunk enough nobody will notice we’re gone.” Poe said grabbing Ben’s hand with a grin, clearly very pleased with himself, as if the whole party had been his idea and a meticulously crafted plan. These parties weren’t as common anymore, their parents too busy with their work, but it was Ben’s mother’s birthday, and a round number too, so everyone has gathered this year for a big celebration, their families and all the extended friends.

“I got us this, too.” He added, pulling back the lapel of his jacket to reveal a bottle he snatched from one of the tables. “Time you tried it. I wanna see your face when you take the first sip.” He teased but squeezed Ben’s hand too as he led him away from the lights and music.

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    “This is your home, Ben, I want you to stay.”  As strange as it was, to be as she was now, she’d fight for him.  Even if that meant she would have to take on the rest of the galaxy this time.  Leia wouldn’t make the same mistake the second time around.

[thewanderingsoul]

“ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ”

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Status:Accepting

Stalking the lonely deserts of Tattooine, Rey plants her quarterstaff down onto one of the shifting mountains, steeling herself for the life ahead. The life she has no idea what to do with now that she’s lost so much. She sighs, knowing now that she’s the last Skywalker and she’s never probably going to recover from all of the things she’s witnessed in the past 48 hours. She knows, she can feel all the presence in the force around her, and those watchful eyes of Leia and Luke seeing over her from afar and giving her their blessings to carry on their heavy name. The Skywalkers had such a reputation. Producing powerful people cast in both the Dark and the Light. They had done so much to this galaxy...and so much for it. Rey had always felt she didn’t belong anywhere, that she had no family. In light of everything that’s happened, she is happy to finally be a part of one that is willing to accept her for who she is, not from where she came from, even if they had all passed. Being a Skywalker is such a huge name to live up to. It’s comforting to know she has their blessing and that in part, she might have already earned her place among their legend. 

But it’s lonely in way, that all the people she was closest with are dead. Of course, she does still have Finn and Poe, she’s not totally alone. But they have never understood her in the way that Luke and Leia had. Hadn’t shared a bond as deeply with her as he had. He, who still hadn’t shown his face, even though she’d seen his mother and uncle already. She had always felt him so clearly...always understood him and felt accepted. Even when they were enemies. 

And yet, he was dead too, and had yet to show his face to her. Their connection hadn’t quite severed when  he’d died, but it felt...different. As if she couldn’t feel him anymore although she knows that there is no way he is gone. After all, the last bit of breath he had, he’d given to her. But where she had been able to reach out before and see his face, now there is only void. 

Lonely, indeed. 

There is something so odd about this planet. It reminds her so much of Jakku, and yet there is a heaviness here. A thick past swirling beneath the sand that makes her want to linger a while longer before she returns to her ship. The sun, rippling across the sand as it makes it’s decent, casts the vast desert in shimmering gold. Rey squints against that simple beauty, wondering if she will ever be able to look at a desert again and find any joy in it. Likely, not. She grunts as she slides down into the sand, waiting for the sun to go down before she departs. There’s not many souls here, at least if that old woman were to be believed, but Rey thinks there are plenty. They reside beneath the earth, stirring for any who would want to listen. 

Except for the one she wanted to see most, apparently. She’s always waiting for him, it seems. Waiting for him to make up his mind. 

She sits there for hours, watching the sun creep slowly deeper into he pit of the desert and drench that scorching heat in a calm cold. Her thin clothes provide no protection from that slithering chill, and once the sun finally makes its descent, she shudders a breath into her hands and swears she could see it. 

“You must like the desert,” his voice ripples through her like hot fire and she jumps. Turning to look over her shoulder, she sees the faint ripple of him. First, the gentle curl of his hair, and then  the sweep of his jaw giving way to that elastic smile she had only seen once before but could never forget. He reaches up to touch her cheek. It’s not physical but it’s there so faintly against her skin. The ghost of a touch, like that feeling you get once someone lets you go. Faint, but present. Her eyes sting, and she chokes on her laugh. 

“I assure you, Ben Solo, I do not.” He laughs and she can almost feel it in her bones. She presses a palm to her chest as if to capture that vibration. “I was...” She doesn’t have an answer. There’s no logic to why she wanted to stay here. She had only come to bury the past, not drown in it. 

“Waiting.” He supplies for her, knowingly. She doesn’t reply, glancing toward the that apparition of him. He stands before her now as Luke once had. 

“Right.” She whispers. There had been so much she wanted to say to him and now that she’s got him here, they come gushing out. “This isn’t how I wanted it to be.” She admits, clenching her fist in her shirt. “I wanted you here.” Rey can’t get it out louder than a whisper. That vulnerability feels so absolutely foreign, but it’s all she has left. No more hiding. She’d left that version of herself back on Jakku. 

“It wasn’t meant to be.” Is his uncharacteristically sagely reply. “If I were in your shoes, you would be in mine.” She knows that. But their time had been so fleeting. Literally moments. And he’d gone. 

“I know.” Those budding tears threaten to fall. She isn’t unhappy to be alive, but she is sad that they can’t be happy together. 

“Rey,” he sighs, and there’s a twinge of remorse in his voice. “I wanna tell you there’s still hope, but sometimes things just don’t go your way. We have come such a long way as it is.” Him, perhaps, most of all. Her eyes outright burn now, but she smiles despite them running down her cheeks. Ben had overcome so much in this past year. Changed everything. 

And broken her heart.  

“I know.” She says again, drawing in a shuddering breath. “I know.” She lets go of her shirt, and reaches out toward him, but her hand fazes right through the apparition of his body. She smiles, despite it, because it is bittersweet. “I will miss you, Ben Solo.” 

“I will always be with you, Rey.” His presence grows stronger around her, almost more  powerful than it had ever been through their bond. “You’re the girl who never gave up on me. I won’t leave you now.” She laughs, but it comes out somewhat choked as she wipes the tears from her eyes. It’s both wonderful and terrible. 

She really does love him. For now, she will just have to do it from afar, until they could truly be together again. She can tell he senses her thoughts as he smiles so warmly at her. The ghost of his hand brushes her shoulder. 

“Go home, now.” His voice begins to fade. “You family is waiting.” And with that, he’s gone. At least, visibly. Rey takes a deep breath, wiping at the tears that refuse to stop. But Ben is right. 

It’s time to finally go home. 

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Oh no:( I love writing with your rose.

And I love writing with you! maybe I'm just tired tonight and feeling down, I just feel like I'[m struggling finding partners here and it's a little disheartening but I probably just need to focus on the ones I DO have.

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@callfrcmthelight​ said: “ maybe held together with duct tape and string, but it works.”

he was a bit more confident about the state of his lightsaber than he probably should be. “it works ? it looks as if it’ll fall apart any second.” maybe he was right. maybe it would work --------- maybe he wouldn’t have any issue when it came to needing it in the heat of battle. though rey knew that it couldn’t last forever in the state it was in. ultimately, something would happen to finally cause it to break, for him to need something better. something new. “you know, you could have saved yourself the effort of trying to fix it and just went on a journey to find someone to fix it properly. why risk it failing you when you need it most ?”

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     “I know.”