#i think about ben solo every day

[itsladyliv]

my fellow reylos, it's been a rough couple of years-- but we are alive and it's may 4th so let's celebrate with our most pathetic meow meow 😔✨❤️

[itsladyliv]

What’s going on?!

[enviedear]

i've been going solo now ⟶ ben solo

description ⌙ when you get a distress signal from your dad and his life-long goon you're quick to try and come to their rescue. only problem? so is ben solo.

pairing ⌙ smuggler!ben solo x f!reader

warnings ⌙ childhood crush/frenemies turned adults with horrible communication skills, reader is the daughter of lando (biologically or not you decide), ben is a jerk, reader is a brat, petty arguments, forced proximity trope, inner conflict all the time, han and lando are just two pals getting into serious issues that their kids have to fix don't mind them (they're just mentioned), most likely incorrect knowledge of the falcon & starship parts, smuggler!ben solo au because that's canon to me, ben calls reader kid (affectionate, kinda), typos probabaly

word count ⌙ 4.1k

— request | masterlist

i just think ben solo is very much solo by future coded and i wanted to write about smuggler!ben and his smug attitude. special thanks to @crucifiedfaerie for letting me gush over this idea constantly in our dms <3

you never had the stomach for killing— the thought of it or the act itself. the notion of ending someone's life has always been abhorrent to you, leaving a sour sensation in your mouth that lingers long after the deed is done. but right now, you sit, filled with a growing and seemingly unstoppable rage that practically demands blood.

"don't even think about jumping into hyperspace, solo!" your voice is loud but erratic.

the black-haired man piloting the ship gives you a side eye, "and waste hours getting there? sure thing, kid."

you grip the co-pilot seat as hard as possible as he sends the absolutely geriatric ship into lightspeed. the force of it sends your head back onto the headrest, and you screw your eyes shut until the motion of the ship stills.

you've been flying with ben solo on the millennium falcon for a day and a half now, and this isn't even the first time you've wanted to kill him.

no, you'd harbored a hatred for ben solo for as long as you could remember. when you were little your father frequently left you in the care of the organa-solo's. any trip too risky for you to follow him on had you spending time on chandrila han and leia— and ben.

he was a few years older than you and so insufferable - spoiled rotten and full of mischief. the two of you would inevitably end up in scuffles over something, whether it be who got to shower first or which holovid show to watch. you often wondered how your father, han, or leia had managed to handle both of you. a hardheaded pair of troublemakers that needed little excuse to start bickering with one another.

but beneath it all, there had been another layer to your complex relationship with ben solo. even though you feigned anger whenever near him, deep down there had been an admiration growing since those early days spent together. your naive heart fluttered when he would absentmindedly flash his ever-present smirk in your direction. but you'd never admit or act upon any such feelings.

naviagting your crush had been difficult at first. especially having lando calrissian as a parent. you were forced to spend weeks around the source of your teen angst because of your father.

what use is a dad that can sweet-talk a jablogian if he can't fix your unwanted crush on his best friend's son.

you've cursed at his image in your mind every time you look at your ridiculous companion. if not for him, you wouldn't be with ben right now— you'd have never had the displeasure of his company.

you got away from the young solo, and most everyone else, for a good five years, hopping from planet to planet, picking up any honest work. which usually meant boring work— factory jobs, service stuff, a few instances of babysitting.

your life without ben solo is predictable and a little boring.

but you'd rather be bored than deal with the recklessness that becomes your life every time you see the smuggler.

but here you sit beside him, forced to spend an unknown amount of days with him until the both of you find your idiotic fathers.

you had gotten a rouge comm-link message from your dad just days ago. he sounded fine, voice still leisurely and warm, but it was his words that were worrisome, "han's got us in a bit of trouble, little star. would you mind coming to help your old man out? we're somewhere in the trilon sector— i'd try batuu first!"

when you got the message, your mind had gone into autopilot. you had rushed to comm leia, which had been a fatal mistake, as she had ordered her son to pick you up and accompany you. so now you're here, stuck with ben solo and his frightening flying.

"you know, dad should have warned me i'd be flying with a coward." ben's lips are curved into a grin, as usual with his teasing.

you whip your head in his direction, eyes ablaze, "well my father should have warned me that you've gotten even more annoying, somehow."

ben narrows his eyes, a stupid smirk still plastered to his face, "whatever you say, kid."

you feel your blood go hot, why he decided to start calling you kid, you didn't know, but you do know you hate it.

ben's barely your senior, only twenty-three years of age in comparison to your twenty. besides he behaves like an out-of-hand teen away.

"stop calling me that." you groan.

ben chuckles, "aw, what's the matter, kid? tired of following orders already?"

you grit your teeth, the way he talks down to you will forever get under your skin, "i don't take orders from you, solo."

"sure you do. you're on my ship, remember?" ben retorts, his eyes focused on the coordinates displayed to his left.

you cross your arms over your chest, "we're supposed to be working together to find han and my father and get them out of trouble, not bickering like children."

ben rolls his eyes, "it's not my fault you're so uptight."

you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. you can't afford to lose your temper and start a fight, not when you're relying on him to get you to your destination safely. so, you force a smile, "look, can we just be civil? we're both here because we care about our dads and want to help them."

ben's expression softens a little, "fine. but if you start nagging at me again, i can't promise i won't call you kid."

you roll your eyes, "deal. now, can you tell me more about what's going on? my dad was pretty vague in his message."

ben hums, "same with mine. all i know is that lando got mixed up in some kind of shady deal, and now he's in trouble with a gang of criminals called the ninth sun. my mom's been trying to negotiate with them, but they're not ones to bend the knee."

you groan, "of course not. what's the plan?"

he shakes a stray black strand of hair from his eye, "no plan, just find them and go from there."

"lovely, that's totally going to work," you bite your lip, "oh and, it was han who made the sketch deal, not my dad."

ben shrugs, "and who told you that?" he rests his elbow on the armrest and brings his hand to his chin, "lando?"

you clench your fists, "let's just focus on finding them. no need to dwell on the semantics."

ben glances at you and for a moment, you swear there's a flicker of something in his eyes. something other than his usual teasing, mischievous demeanor, but it's gone as quickly as it came and he turns back to the console.

the ship hums steadily beneath you, and the silence between you two stretches on, broken only by the occasional beep from the controls. you fidget in your seat, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar hush. you've never been around ben so long without saying anything, and you're about to speak up before he interrupts you.

"we'll have to make a pit stop, i need to refuel." his voice sounds tired.

you nod, "alright. any nearby planets we can stop at?"

ben checks the navicomputer, "yeah, there's one a couple of light years away. i've been there before, it's not too bad."

"okay solo, lead the way." you say, leaning back in your seat.

as he pilots the ship toward the destination, you can't help but study him from the corner of your eye. he's changed since the last time you saw him. the boy who used to pull your hair and steal your toys has grown into a man. he's lean and toned with longer hair, still as sable black as ever. it falls into his eyes, despite how much he wills it not to, giving him a slightly disheveled look that you can't help but find attractive.

you rue the thoughts plaguing your own mind.

the embarrassment you used to feel over your crush has come back ten-fold. the feeling shocks you. he's trying to act all suave and mature, but you know deep down that he's still the same old ben who annoyed the life out of you. you can feel the familiar tug in your heart every time he speaks, and you know he can't have changed much over the years. not when he's making you feel just like you're fourteen again.

but there is something different about him now. maybe it's the way he pilots the ship with ease– no longer the boy who'd cover his ears ar take off, or maybe it's just the way his muscles flex under his tight-fitting shirt. he's almost mesmerizing.

it's clear that he's been doing this for a long time, navigating the stars all alone with nothing but his shitty attitude and perfect hair. you find yourself marveling over him, sure and smooth, his hands deftly moving over the controls.

ever the realist, you try to shake off the feeling, but it's proving difficult. you feel a strange urge to preserve your current addiction.

as you watch him fly, you feel a fixation building within you. it's a sentiment you haven't felt in years, not felt since the last time you saw him.

you try to push the feeling down, knowing that it's not the time to have those kinds of thoughts. you're supposed to be focused on finding your fathers and not getting killed by some lethal syndicate, not lusting after your childhood nemesis.

you feel wrong stealing glances at him, trying to understand what's changed and why you're feeling this way. you're towing a dangerous, line. especially if those feelings are inspired by ben organa-solo.

finally, after what feels like hours, you arrive at the refueling station. as soon as ben lands the ship, you stretch your legs inside the falcon, looking out at the new scenery. the planet is bathed in the evening light, and the scene around you is wide awake. the station itself is a bustling hub of activity, with all kinds of alien species milling about.

ben leads the way to the fueling station, where he begins filling up the ship's tanks. you stand by the ship's entrance, people-watching. your eyes find ben's figure again, and you let them stall. when he looks your way, you advert your gaze and step out of the falcon, swiftly approaching him.

the evening air is cool as it hits your skin. this planet is a strange one, with vibrant purple plants and thick, white fog swirling around. but you don't pay too much attention to it, your eyes are locked on ben.

he's leaning against the ship, checking over the fuel meter with a frown on his face. you walk over to him and clear your throat, expecting to get his attention.

he looks up at you, eyes meeting your own. you feel your heart skip a beat, and you curse yourself for being soft for him.

"you know, you didn't have to follow me out here." he mumbles, hand coming to brush the hair from his eyes.

you hum, "i didn't have anything better to do."

he ignores you and looks back at the fuel gauge, his eyebrows furrow, "i found something for you to do." his voice is monotone, but you're all too familiar with the subtle cut of annoyance within.

"what does that mean?" you own voice comes out a bit too anxious.

ben groans before looking at you, "one of the damn tanks has a leak— i told chewie to fix that weeks ago." he follows up his words with a few curses before kicking the faulty gas tank.

you roll your eyes, "can't we just get another one? i'm sure if we go inside someone would know where we could get another one."

"the problem isn't finding one," he tsks at you, "the problem is that this tank has been leaking fuel into the beacon finder. without that, we're never finding our dear old dads."

your heart sinks. you had been so sure that you would find your dad quickly, but now it looks like that might not be the case. "so, what do you suggest we do?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

"i'll have to fix the beacon," he sighs, "luckily i have the tools for it, but i need to find one more part, and with the sun setting soon…" he trails off, letting his silence complete the sentence for him.

you take in a deep breath at his implication. you can tell what he is suggesting without explicitly stating it.

you will be stuck on this planet with him tonight and forced to share the same cramped room. you thank god for separate cots, at least.

you try to ignore the warmth creeping up your ears, but you know that it's a losing battle. you haven't shared a room with ben solo since you were kids, endless unwilling sleepovers at each other's houses. but those instances were filled with innocent pranks and arguments, not the tension and longing glances you've found yourself giving him.

"alright," you say, trying to keep your voice even, "we'll just get the part and fix the beacon. the faster we fix this, the faster we can find our fathers and get back to our lives." you move towards the entrance of the fueling station, wanting to put space between you and ben.

"you mean so you can get back to your life." he calls out to you, and you look back at him only to be met with contempt in his brown eyes, "the one where you avoid me."

you give him a sharp eye roll before making your way toward a small gaggle of vendors, much more interested in finding this part. ben follows closely behind you, and you can feel the weight of his stare on the back of your head.

you're at a loss as to why ben solo would ever care that you've been avoiding him for the last five years. the ben you remember would've never batted an eye. when did that change?

you find a vendor selling the part that ben needs, and you both split the payment before heading back to the falcon. ben sets to work on the beacon, and you sit nearby, supposedly looking over the coordinates but mostly watching him work.

there's an abnormal sense of calm that fills you as you watch him. concentration is etched on his face, lips bitten bright red. you can't help but admire him, not for the sake of not trying.

you're brought back to reality when he starts cursing under his breath, "what's wrong?" you ask, moving closer to him.

"this damn thing won't budge," he grunts, trying to pry apart two pieces of the beacon.

you move to his side, peering down at the device. his breath is hot on your cheek, and you feel an urge to shiver. trying to focus on the task at hand you take a few breaths.

your eyes keep drifting to his lips, the way they move when he curses. you shake your head, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts from your mind. "let me help," you offer, reaching for one of the tools he's using.

he hands it to you, and you lean in closer, your sides pressed together as you work the tool. you can feel his heat exuding into you, a warmth that isn't just from the planet's humid air. you try to focus, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. every time he moves, you catch a whiff of his scent, musky and rich, and your mind starts to wander to places it shouldn't.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, the piece pops free, and ben lets out a sigh of relief. he turns to you, a small smile on his face, and you can't help but smile back. his eyes lock onto yours, and suddenly, the air between you is charged with something foreign.

you let your tone come out sardonic, "looks like i saved the day. you're welcome, solo."

ben tilts his head, eyes narrowing, "you're a brat, kid."

"i thought i told you to stop calling me that." you want to hit him.

"i said i had a condition," he pauses, arms coming to either side of you, palms pressing into the falcon's floor, effectively trapping you against him, "a condition you just broke. so you're back to kid, kid."

you feel your resolve slipping, "you're the worst. you always have been, and i can see now that will never change."

he has the audacity to let out an amused breath, "if you're going to say shit like that, at least mean it."

your brows furrow, "pardon me? as if i don't mean that."

his hands creep from the ground and to your hips, you gasp as he pulls you in closer. if he were anyone else, you'd expect him to kiss you next, but he's not anyone else. so instead, he cranes down and whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "i know you want me," he growls, his fingers digging into your clothed flesh. "don't act like you don't,"

you're completely caught off guard, and before you can respond, he's pulling away from you and grabbing the beacon. you watch in silent horror as he makes for the falcon's exit, leaving you confused on the floor.

you sit there, rooted to the spot, your mind and body in turmoil. you know if you follow him you'd just be throwing yourself into a petty or embarrassing altercation.

what did he mean by that anyway? how could he possibly know?

taking a steadying breath, you turn away from your seat and make for the other side of the ship. you need to keep yourself busy until nighttime, and you know that there's some maintenance to do on one of the storage bays. when you get there, however, it's already been taken care of. your fists clench in frustration as you realize ben must have done it earlier.

you start searching around the ship for any other tasks that might help keep your mind off things and pass the time more quickly- checking cords, tidying up shelves or going through supplies lists so nothing gets low.

the hours seem to stretch on endlessly despite how much work you manage to do, and all too soon darkness begins to fill the sky outside of the cockpit windows. with a heavy sigh, you head back towards where you and ben had been working earlier. he's back now, tinkering away with the beacon as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you earlier— as if his words hadn't sent a tremble down your spine and confused the emotions tumbling through your mind.

you catch an expectant glance from him when he finally notices your presence. you're sure he's expecting you to say something to him. maybe he wants you to yell.

you don't say anything though, instead offering only a terse nod before checking the endless cords around you.

your fingers move quickly and expertly over the tangled cords, your mind too preoccupied to focus on anything else. but you can feel his gaze on you, burning through the back of your skull like a branding iron. his presence is suffocating and you know that if you don't get a handle on your emotions soon, you'll combust.

eventually, you're so lost in thought that you almost miss the soft footfalls approaching you. you turn to see ben standing beside you, his eyes locked onto yours. the air between you is thick with strain, unspoken words, and feelings. there are so many things you want to say to him, but you don't know where to begin.

"so," his voice breaks through the silence like a blaster shot. "when are we going to talk about it?"

you hear the depth in his baritone voice and it's all you can do to keep your face neutral, your thoughts collected, "talk about what?" you ask, even though you know perfectly well what he's referring to.

"about me and you," he says, voice low but insistent, "or we can just keep ignoring it. the tension seems to be getting us pretty far."

your expression shifts as you take in his words, the longing that had been coiled in so tightly before now coming to the surface. you can feel yourself flustering under the intensity of his watch but you refuse to look away, instead lifting your chin higher and narrowing your eyes.

"there is no us, solo," you say firmly, though your voice is riddled with a hint of something else entirely, "there never has been, and never will be."

ben seems unfazed by your words, his eyes steady and intense. "you say that," he says, his voice softening. "but i know you better than anyone else. and i know there's some part of you that actually likes me. i bet it pisses you off, doesn't it?"

he's right— it does piss you off that your heart can't seem to let him go. no matter how annoying you find him, he's beautiful and confident. and he does know you better than anyone. he knows what buttons to press and how hard. with ben, there's always the thrill of how perceptive he is— that he can see through the walls of anger and indifference you try so hard to build up around yourself.

you can feel your will crumbling under his words, your heart throbbing in your chest, but still, you push back, "even if there is something there, solo," you say, your voice shaking slightly, "it doesn't change anything. we're two different people living two very different lives."

ben smirks, "you don't know anything about my life."

you let your eyes roll, "as if the life you lead is some kind of mystery," you take a deep breath, "i mean, what's to know? you fly alone, smuggle, and rack up credits. that's your life, solo."

he hums, right hand finding a home beside your head on the wall, "you know me so well, kid. you should write a book."

you feel inexplicably hot, "maybe i will. a long book of all the reasons you piss me off."

he doesn't respond, just looks down at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. he pushes himself from the wall and you, twisting and letting his back hit the durasteel wall. his face is turned to you, eyes downcast.

"you know," he says finally, breaking the silence, "i remember when we were kids, it was always you who used to be the one to instigate. you probably don't remember it that way, but i do, and i loved it. you never hesitated. you were fearless."

you look at him incredulously, wondering what this has to do with anything. but he continues, "you were the only girl that would play with me, and not just that, the only one that could beat me. but then one day you just stopped. you ignored me completely."

you stiffen, unwilling to admit even through body language that he might be right. a pre-teen you found avoiding your ben sized crush the most viable option. you just never thought he'd care.

he continues, eyes unwavering from yours, "you used to look at me like i was the only person that mattered. and then, you just stopped. it's was like… like you had something to hide."

it's like he can read your mind because he reaches out and grasps your wrist in his hand. his touch is nice against your skin, sending a comfortable feel through your veins.

"i miss you, the girl who wasn't afraid of liking me," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "and i want you to admit that you miss me too."

you struggle to find words, to make sense of everything inside of you, but before you can speak, his lips are on yours. his kiss is hot and demanding, and instinctively lean into him, body melting against his in perfect harmony. his hands slide around your waist and hold you close as the kiss deepens, and you can feel all of the frustrations of the past slipping away. when he finally pulls back, his eyes are bright with emotion and a hint of a smile graces his lips.

he looks down at you for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "you want me to do that again?" he steps closer to you and cups your face in his hands, his eyes twinkling with amusement. you can feel the warmth radiating from his body and if it weren't for his strong arms around you, you would have melted into a puddle.

you nod slowly in agreement, too lost in the moment to say anything else. he leans down and brushes his lips against your cheek before pulling away completely, "then be honest. right here, right now. you like me."

you screw your eyes shut, basking in the shame of being found out, "i like you, solo. i like you a lot, but if you don't get off your pedestal and kiss me again i'll withdraw the opportunity."

he gazes down at you with an expression that's tender yet mischievous all at once. "i like you too," he whispers before chuckling lightly, you open your eyes to see.

his dimples are on full display, and for a second, he's the spirit of the little brat you fell in love with all those years ago. "c'mere, kid." his voice is soft as he pulls you back into him, lips meeting yours.

[brawlite]

some horror fic recs for october 👻

i wanted to put together a rec list of my favorite horror fics for the spookiest month. there are a bunch of different flavors of horror in here as well as a number of different fandoms, so hopefully you can find something that tickles your fancy (though ngl i would still rec reading these bad boys even if you don't know the fandoms at all).

i tried to tag tumblrs when/where i could find them, but if i couldn't, the author name links to ao3.

a reminder as always: this is horror—please read all the tags.

thanks for reading and i hope you find something to enjoy!

also, pretty please feel free to reblog and add your favorite horror fic recs.

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the ghost apple tree by @thefearofcod

10k words, rated m song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Fixing up a decaying house in the woods is the same as addressing your problems. (sxx is haunted)

brawls' notes: i think about this fic a lot; i'm haunted by it. this is by far one of my favorite horror stories i've ever read—the vibes are off-the-charts and horrific in a very visceral, tense way. made me feel weird (positive). i hope it makes you feel weird too (this is a threat).

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convergence by @astrophyllitely

33k words, rated e lan zhan/lan xichen, lan zhan/jiang cheng (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Lan Wangji regains consciousness in a crashed spaceship on an unfamiliar planet. He is not alone; Lan Xichen is there. He is not alone; Jiang Wanyin is there. But never both at once.

brawls' notes: space horror? check. psychological horror? check. uneasy and tense alien vibes? also check. beautiful push and pull of the narrative, paired with an an intense feeling of claustrophobia. there's a particular moment that had my heart right in my throat. stunning.

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mockingbird by MarInk

82k words, rated e stiles stillinski/peter hale (teen wolf) summary:

Stiles works tirelessly to keep the roof over his heads and longs for a proper challenge for his brains. Peter chafes under his sister's authority and nurses big, bloody dreams. One day, the two are connected by a mistaken text message. One never knows who is on the other end of a wrong number. Sometimes it's somebody one will come to cherish and adore. Sometimes it's a ruthless, unapologetic monster. Sometimes it's both.

brawls' notes: sometimes you read something and are just blown away by it, forever altered. that's what this was for me. want a type of monster-au you've never seen before? this is it. also: ostensibly a wrong-number au, but don't be fooled. (i was.)

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never meant by nonhicsumus

3k words, rated m alex krycek & dana scully (the x-files) summary:

Sometimes the past isn't worth digging into.

brawls' notes: whump and psychological horror? plus alex krycek?? my favorite. every word of this is perfection—i instantly wanted to read it again for the first time. you can.

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fais do-do by @moku-youbi

18k words, rated e will graham/hannibal lecter (hannibal)

summary:

“Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (this fic does not have a summary, but begins with this quote)

brawls' notes: a different-meeting au packed with everything you need for the perfect horror story: violence, blood, a chase scene, and an unreliable narrator. delightful.

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blackbird, fly by @acroamatica

19k words, rated m kylo ren/armitage hux (star wars: tfa)

summary:

One sunny afternoon in the mountains of Washington state, Ben Organa-Solo walked out into the woods. He never came home. Six years later, a journalist specialising in missing-persons cold cases decides to follow his footsteps and see where they might lead.

brawls' notes: a masterpiece of vibes. this reads so much like a spooky mystery novel, but with a creeping, anxious dread. perfect for the season if you want that true autumnal sort of chill. i've carried this fic in my heart for nearly a decade now—it has inspired me in my own writing so much over the years.

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grey stars on the rise by @iodhadh

4k words, rated e song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

Xiao Xingchen comes back. Xiao Xingchen comes back wrong. It takes too long, maybe, for Xue Yang to realize something is wrong with Song Lan too.

brawls' notes: the exact embodiment of: be careful what you wish for. brutal and crushing and so deeply, utterly satisfying. absolute yi-city perfection: the vibes are wretched but strangely romantic (chefs kiss).

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half your life you've been hooked on death by @whatever-you-can-give-me

4k words, rated m vash the stampede/nicholas d. wolfwood (trigun) summary:

Wolfwood is cornered in an alleyway. Things get worse before they get better.

brawls' notes: and what's a horror rec list without a little bit of gore? whump and blood and near-death-experiences—oh my. this is brutal and feverish and exactly the right flavor.

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black rock mountain by @bokuno-jinsei

24k words, rated e will graham/hannibal lecter (hannibal) summary:

Will is a hitchhiker with questionable hobbies. Hannibal is a man who has questionable motives. When Hannibal drives by Will who just so happens to need a ride, things quickly take a turn from the questionable to the downright depraved.

brawls' notes: you know That Fic that is really the epitome of that pairing for you? yeah, this is it for me. perfect alternate first-meeting fic. lives rent-free in my head.

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and hey, why not be a little self-indulgent: i can't help but rec a few of my own horror fics here, too:

old growth

21k, rated m song lan/xue yang/xiao xingchen (the untamed/mdzs) summary:

There’s something in the woods outside of their hometown. Xue Yang and Song Lan are going to find it.

brawls' notes: i tried something new with the formatting on this one and i think it panned out solidly and was a desperately fun way to tell the story. this is full of spooky, sleepless forest vibes.

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what's real or isn't

57k, rated e kylo ren/armitage hux (star wars: tfa) summary:

Hux's new house is not haunted. It isn't.

brawls' notes: i honestly love playing favorites and this is one of mine. this was a load of fun to write—it's chock-full of vibes, personal experiences, local history, and love notes to my favorite horror stories.

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acquiesce

16k, rated e original luo binghe/original shen qingqiu (svsss) summary:

After seeing the gentle and loving Shen Qingqiu of the other world, Luo Binghe returns to his own with a hunger that can only be satisfied by one thing—a Shizun of his very own.

brawls' notes: this isn't spooky or haunted, but it is psychological horror—packed with nightmares, flashbacks, dread, and manipulation. enjoy!

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and that's it! hope you find something fun to read for this october 🖤

and again—please reblog and add your own horror recs if you are feeling so inclined!

[justherefortua]

finished the young blood book! Though it’s definitely YA rather than as mature, it gave me a lot of nostalgia for the post-S1 fics where people thought they were goin gto be ported to childhood, and I thought the little details and the way the characters were characterized was actually really good! I loved how many parallels there were to canon and the further elaboration on the day to day life of the Umbrella Academy (and Viktor)

I wouldn’t take the book as a 100% canon source, but here are some disconnected small details that I enjoyed: SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

- Twice trying to wrangle the hargreeves is referred to as “herding cats”, which is very accurate

- Grace custom sews their outfits and adjusts them for each member 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Luther gets a new one every time he grows, Diego has secret compartments for his knives, Ben has tentacle openings, Viktor’s looks a little too big on him

- I could definitely see how this Luther turns into S1 Luther but also he’s such a good guy. He just wants to help people and receive hugs

- Diego;;; my goodness. He loves his mom and also very much has a black and white view of justice. This is when he figures out he likes all black utility gear rather than the uniform

- Allison )::: allison )::: It’s so weird to see her feel out of place among other girls considering she grows up to be a famous actress but I think it was a good moment, as well as foreshadowing for her whole issues with the rumors

- Klaus is so vibrant here. He learned how to hotwire a car (They call Hargreeves’ car Hermes) at 12 from a ghost, regularly sneaks out of the house through the sewage system (the siblings refuse to do this) and is the life of the party

- Five was mentioned and acknowledged a couple times and every time it made me go ): The revelation that Ben had a daily check-in with Klaus asking about whether he could see Five or not and always believed Five was out there somewhere destroyed me. My crumbs ): oh ):

- Ben is my favorite character so I’m so glad he gets a POV here and an actual voice! He definitely has a good heart but also definitely doesn’t fall into the solely “shy and totally passive” stereotype <3 also im just happy for content of umbrella ben i miss him

- Viktor!!! He isn’t sure if Mom claps for his violin because of if he’s actually good or. He’s very lonely but the kids do include him a little bit which is lovely. Definitely some parallels to S1 canon. Also! Some Viktor trans moments where he ruminates on that for a little bit without knowing the actual cause, the mirror line has relevance here. I thought it was handled nicely but obviously I can’t speak on experiences that aren’t my own.

Other misc details:

- Ben gets calmer under high pressure situations and therefore becomes pretty good at pool despite never having played

- Klaus likes to jump from roofs for the fun of it and just thinks his body is extremely resilient to head trauma. Klaus. Klaus no. 😭

- Diego uses “Boy Scout” as a insult for Luther, who doesn’t mind because Boy Scouts are supposed to be dependable

- Diego has always been pretty good at dancing

- The Umbrella Academy never stick around to clean up after themselves on missions

- Ben and Viktor can fit together in the passenger seat

- Favorite meals: Ben likes PB+J and potato chips, Klaus likes bubblegum ice cream, Diego likes roast beef, Luther hamburger and fries, and a hot dog for Allison (though according to her it hasn’t been her fav food in years, and also she forgot Five’s favorite and Viktor’s favorite)

- Klaus listens to heavy metal (to drown out the ghosts), Allison likes pop music

- Viktor learned how to drive one year before this book, taught by Pogo. He has his license! Klaus knows how to drive too but he drives much more recklessly lol

- Allison once had a solo magazine cover and she can’t remember whether she rumored for it or not (foreshadowing)

- Ben has never told anyone that the tentacles hurt when they come out ())):) [BODY HORROR TW] They are also literally slithering under his ski, he can feel em with his organs, and the skin is tender where they come out

- Allison knows CPR. and uses it after one of the siblings has a near death experience 👍

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

Senario: walking in after a mission/spree and finding their partner dancing and singing to music while cleaning. (Bro made peace with being kidnapped LMAO)

Maybe BEN, Jeff, Toby and Eyeless Jack?

I absolutely love this!! Send in more scenarios!! I hope you enjoy 🖤

CREEPS COMING HOME TO YOU DANCING/SINGING

JEFF THE KILLER:

He felt the atmosphere was different as he was walking towards the front door, it was odd, a feeling he wasn’t used to when coming home

It was happy, the air was lighter, it made his skin crawl

When he pushed open the door, there you were. Happily rocking out to the cd in the radio

He didn’t expect you to like the music he did, especially something as heavy as this

He didn’t realize you’d like the cd’s that we’re thrown about the house, but hell did he like it

He watched from the door as you jammed out, playing air guitar over the solo

A smile spread over his face, his scabbed cuts breaking and beginning to bleed

He could get used to this.

BEN DROWNED:

He was happy you were finally getting used to being around here

He knew it was hard to adjust but he tried to make the transition as easy as possible

When he realized music was your thing he supplied you with any sort of access to it

So when he came home to you dancing he was more than happy to see that you were adjusting alright

He watched silently with a stupid grin on his face

As he watched all he could think of was how much he loved you. How glad he was to have you here.

Eventually he let you know he was home, assuring you not to stop just because he was there

When you wouldn’t start back up he joined in, starting the dancing session once more

EYELESS JACK:

Music had always been an escape for Jack when he was human. When he was in college he was always swamped with hard homework and studies, so taking time to relax with music was a big thing for him

But ever since his sacrifice he’s dreaded music. It reminds him of the life he never got to have. What was ripped from him.

When he heard music from inside he felt anger bubble up in his chest. How did you get your hands on anything of the sort? He swore he burned all of his cd’s.

He walked in rather angrily, his steps heavy and his brows furrowed. When he heard your sweet voice singing along all of that anger subsided instantly

He felt guilty…

How could he take something that was so dear to him while he was human away from an actual human…

He felt his heart ache, he was confused, conflicted… He couldn’t be mad at the one he loved. Especially for trying to make yourself feel more at home…

He let his hand slip from the handle, turning around and walking away to ponder his thoughts alone

TIM/MASKY:

It had been a rough day… The mission was long, and awfully bloody. He just wanted to have dinner on the table and lay in bed with you after. No matter what protest you put up

He was about to call the same thing he did every time he walked in the door “honey! I’m home!” but the faint music stopped him

He followed the soft sound through the house, quieting his heavy boots until he made it to the kitchen.

The heavenly smell of roast hit his nose as he peaked around the corner. There you were, dancing and singing quietly as you plated dinner

He felt his heart melt as he watched you. He’d wanted a domestic life just like this…

He knew it had been difficult for you to adjust to his wants and needs… And seeing you so happy made him happy. That’s all he wanted was a happy domestic family…

Seeing you adjusting happily was like his wildest dreams come true

He snuck up behind you, placing his large hands on your waist as you set the plate down on the table. “Smells great honey.”

BRIAN/HOODIE:

Brian had always been quiet when coming in the door. All he ever did was take off his boots, pull up his mask, and give you a kiss before continuing with whatever he had to do for the night

Honestly he thought of letting you go, he felt pretty damn bad that you were so unhappy

He didn’t like how you two fought, the yelling, the screaming. And he just couldn’t bring himself to kill you…

As he was coming home from a mission he almost dreaded walking in the door…

He tried to take anything dangerous from you, but he didn’t know what you’d get your hands on and what you’d do with it…

So when he walked in the door to you singing to the radio he couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t express how happy he was that you were finally beginning to get adjusted

He wasn’t exactly a fan of your music taste but he was happy that you were happy

He made his way over to you, pulling up his mask just halfway for you to see his gapped smile before he gave you a tender kiss

“TICCI” TOBY:

Toby had always been a music guy

Just like Jeff he had an abundance of cd’s scattered around the house and he knew it was only a matter of time before you found something you liked

Which honestly he hoped for. He wanted to be able to spend time talking about music and enjoying it together

Coming home to his love singing along to the music in the cd player was just what he had been waiting for

“Found something y-you like?” He’d ask, taking the cd case from you and looking it over. “G-good choice. One of my f-favorites.”

At first you’d be embarrassed that he caught you, trying to put on that same persona that you hated it here and you wanted to go home

But as the music continued playing and Toby began singing along as well, you couldn’t help but get comfortable

“F-find more you like! It’s date night!”

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 || 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ in the middle of a ripple in the force, the girl Ben Solo accidentally cursed turns out to be the princess that Kylo Ren desperately hunts.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ age gap (I’m 20, so reader too) Kylo was 29 in TFA as far as I know, fem reader, angst and I think that’s it.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞_ my Adam Driver era is beyond over, it happened in 2020 and were done. But I somehow ended up coming back to Kylo. I wrote this with bad blood remix (TV’s), so yeah… silly little me.

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All of Ben Solo’s past was long forgotten. Until he saw two girls in his dreams. A very young dirty girl in the desert. And a lookalike princess.

The dessert girl made him feel a pull to the light. The princess made him want to be a better general for the First Order, to give in everything to the dark side.

And so the time passed. Kylo Ren became stronger, and he was able to see the princess’ shadow. He had never seen her face, or so he thought. This young woman was delicate as a feather, she was gentle, all felt through a blurred vision.

He wished he could talk to her. She made him close his eyes and peacefully rest for the night. So he started trying to find her. Kylo Ren visited every galaxy to see if any of the princesses remaining alive was the girl of his dreams. But he failed continuously, and also his knights.

He just wanted to know her. He wanted to see why she made him feel safe.

…

You let the older’s woman fingers braid your hair. She finishes by scattering some little flowers across your braided hair and smiles at your reflection in the mirror.

“And done.” She says smiling.

“I highly appreciate it, Leia” You reciprocate the smile and stand up.

“I’ll let you finish getting ready, but don’t take too long. You know I hate having late people for briefings” you nod.

“I’m always on time, just let me…” you start wandering around your room, until Leia calls you, and you see her placing your mother’s crown in your head.

“Now you’re ready.”

I’m not a princess anymore.

“Wear it for her. For your loved ones… as a sign of respect” Leia says, maybe you were thinking too loud. You didn’t like being called princess, but most of the resistance did. General Organa could see herself reflected in you. A young princess that lost too.

“I miss them a great deal” you admit. It had been four years. The First Order destroyed your home planet. And you were the only survivor as General Leia Organa saved you.

“I miss her too. But that’s why you have to keep wearing the crown. As long as you remember them, they live” Your eyes water, Leia squeezed your hand in assurance.

“The force will always allow you to keep them close”

“Thank you. For everything…” she nods, smiling again, before leaving you alone.

You touch the crown. Looking at the tiny details. It was simple, undercover and very elegant after all. It was subtle, yet… it made you feel… weird.

The air changes. What felt like a warm sunny day, starts feeling like a cold cloudy dusk. You frown, looking away from the mirror. When you turn, you see a man in black robes, already looking at you, through a mask. The man of your dreams and visions. You stopped breathing, literally.

He was Kylo Ren. The Commander of the First Order. Master of the Knights of Ren. A Jedi killer…

“Who are you?” He asks, modulated and heavy voice that makes you freeze. Allowing yourself to feel scared.

Leia was right. He didn’t know about you. He didn’t remember you.

“Nobody” you answer.

“You’re a princess certainly.”

“I was one…”

“There’s still a crown on your head, Are you force sensitive?” You remain quiet, swearing to be hearing your heartbeats through your head and ears. He sounded calm, but very intimidating. Which made you feel goosebumps.

“No.”

“The force connected us then… Why?” there’s an idea of what was happening in your head. But he wasn’t able to understand it. He just knew you had to be important, if you weren’t doing it by yourself, the force picked you for something big.

“You know who I am.” He speaks again, giving a step closer, making you go backward. He noticed it.

“Everyone knows who you are.” The air feels suffocating. Your room seems to feel smaller, as the man projected inside of it was very big.

“Then you know I will find you.”

“I know.” You try to sound calm, which seems to unsettle him. You pretended very well.

“And you won’t do anything?”

“I’ll wait till that day to think about doing something” he wants to chuckle. But he can’t because he’s anxiously trying to pry more about you. He doesn’t know where you are, how old are you, who you are.

At the same time, both of you were shocked to finally face each other. After months of hearing and watching faded silhouettes of each other. It was rare…

“You should be afraid of me.” He added, walking even closer, being able to smell your perfume. He was now infatuated, totally obsessed with the idea of finding you. You felt it, which angered you. So you took your fear away and stepped further, facing his creepy mask closer.

“I won’t be scared the day you find me, Ren”

And the connection broke.

The sun was back again. The birds could be heard again. You touched your chest, as you felt in panic. You almost ran to the briefing room, praying that time would pass faster so you could have a word with Leia.

About why the force had connected you with his son.

…

Poe scratched the back of his head with his free hand. He was caressing his food tray as he approached the dining room and saw you gossiping with Connix, your best friend.

“I’m telling I don’t know. He just-“

Poe touched you and it made you jump scared. Connix let out a little startled yelp and the pilot started laughing.

“What are you talking about that has you all concentrated?” he took a seat in front of you and the girl beside you. Noticing neither of you had finished the food.

“Can you two finish your food? I don’t want any sick friend again” You started eating in silence, under the desperate look of Connix, who was practically begging you to tell Poe.

“This morning the force connected y/n with Kylo Ren” You rolled your eyes at Connix. Poe dropped his fork and looked at you in horror.

“WHAT?”

“Uh… yes, she’s right” you confirm to Poe, who looks beyond shocked.

“But.. Why?”

“I have my theories, but it doesn’t make sense” Your friends nod. And you just want to forget about the whole issue.

“He’s your space soulmate and the force wants to get you two together” You start laughing at Connix’s terrible joke and gently push her. Poe didn’t laugh.

“Connix, don’t joke about it. What if he wants to hurt her? What if he indeed wants to get together with y/n and worsens the war?” He’s right though. You sigh, focusing on your food instead.

“I need to be prepared. We’ll see each other eventually. I just feel it. But today… is all about you, my dear Poe. You and BB-8 must go and get that map. We need it…” everyone nods.

“Promise me you’ll be careful. The First Order has spies everywhere. One bad move, and they’ll be with you” Poe nods, knowing his colonel best friend was very meticulous about missions, especially when her friends were involved.

“I’ll be careful, princess y/n” You frown, and both Connix and Poe start laughing.

“I extremely hope so, Dameron”

The rest of the dinner flows fine. But you fear, about Kylo Ren discovering who you were before time.

…

Missing. That’s the only word in your head, knowing that BB-8 and Poe were missing was getting on your nerves. But Leia assured you to sleep and let her handle it. Uncomfortable, you went to bed against your own will, staring at the ceiling, questioning why it had to be such a long and weird day.

By the time you fell asleep, Poe woke up. Realizing he was at some First Order cruiser, Kylo Ren was looking at him. Poe sighed, knowing that he would likely end up hurt again.

Ren acknowledged him as the best pilot of the Resistance. Great to start.

“You have seen the map”

“And you have seen the girl,” Ren assured.

“What girl?” As soon as the pilot asked, he unveiled everything. Your connection with Ren, what you told him before talking about the mission. He accidentally gave Ren all the answers.

The map was with the droid and the girl was with the Resistance.

“Princess y/n of the fallen kingdom of Karyn and Colonel of the Resistance” Kylo Ren proudly said your name and titles. He smiled under the mask.

How he could have forgotten about Karyn and how they refused to be involved in the war. He never realized the daughters of the kings survived.

“NO!… DON’T YOU DARE TO HURT HER!” Poe yelled, trying to break the cuffs hurting him.

“I won’t, pilot. You can rest knowing that I won't hurt her” and with that, he left the cell. Only causing great pain for Poe, feeling guilty.

When Ren walked away, and when he turned to some hallway, he spotted you. He froze, there you were looking at the giant window, looking at the stars. You must be at the secret base of the resistance, but to him, you were with him. You turned, encountering him as if Kylo Ren was at the entrance of your balcony. He saw your dark blue dress and silver crown, you saw his hideous mask again.

“What have you done with my friend?” You ask.

“That rebel scum? To your luck, he is in a cell, alive.” You know he’s telling the truth.

“You must have what you need, let him go” For the first time, you noticed your height barely brushed his shoulders, he was massive, making you incapable of feeling some fear.

“I can’t, he’s a prisoner of the First Order.” You roll your eyes.

“LET HIM GO!” You yell, trying to keep calm, or else he will discover one of your little secrets.

“Don’t worry, soon or later you’ll join him. And it will be an honor to have you in my ship, Princess y/n of Karyn” you mentally cursed. He had one clue, he had opened the door to know everything to you. And he knew that you stuttered, being unable to talk. By the look on your face, he knew you were scared. And he liked it.

“Get out of my head.” And somehow, you broke the connection.

But under all the fear, you had one doubt. You wanted to know how he looked under that mask after all those years.

…

You needed to hear Poe, so as you fly with the Resistance to Takodana, you call him. You hadn’t seen him since he returned. BB-8 would be happy to see his friend there. It had been rough days. Your connection with Ren hadn’t happened again. But you constantly saw him trying to kill you along his knights in the desert. You brush away the frightening memory, hearing your dear friend calling you.

“Colonel Princess y/n, here is Poe Dameron. Permission to lead the division?” You smile widely.

“Permission granted, Dameron. Now don’t get into more trouble, I need you by my side after this?” He chuckles after some exchange of words, and he starts doing his job. You love how Poe loved to fly. He had to teach you how to fly a ship yet, but for now, you loved when he offered rides.

Your good thoughts soon are over. You turn to Leia, who’s already thinking the same as him.

“He’s here,” you say and she nods.

“Hide yourself as long as you can. But do not hide your ability to fight.” You nod, hiding your weapon in your belt, under your cape.

You join the fight and you can get rid of many stormtroopers. You see BB-8, Chewie, surprisingly Han Solo, and another boy fighting together and you want to run towards them. But a stormtrooper shoots at you. And while you were able to avoid him, others came out of nowhere. He hit your head and you almost fainted. You touched your head, hand covered in blood. Your vision was blurred and you felt how the troopers kicked you and picked you up, towards their ship.

You were too disoriented to do something, to fight. And yet, you felt him. You saw Kylo Ren carrying another woman. And when he looked at you, he left the girl and kneeled in front of you. Inspecting your wounds. You could hear his heavy breathing. But you refused to look at him.

“I said to bring me the princess, not to injure her” You keep looking at the floor, watching as some blood drops fall against the cold floor. His gloved hand caressed your temple and sent you to complete darkness, losing consciousness.

…

When you open your eyes, you are shocked to see Kylo Ren without his mask. You wanted to tear up, but you harshly refused.

“I cleaned your wounds”

“How gentle of you.” You speak, feeling your throat extremely dry.

“You must be something else. I can see anything, you are hiding your memories from me”

“Maybe you’re just not as good as you thought you were.” He makes an expression that you take as an extremely brief smile.

“Maybe you’re lying to me. Who are you, princess y/n?” He asks stepping closer. You can see his clean face with moles like you. His brown eyes and dark hair. You turn your head away from him. But he places his gloved hand on your chin, stopping you from squirming away.

“All I know is that Karyn fell years ago. Because it was one of my first missions as commander, I gave permission to attack. I remember seeing how the planet came to ashes” You turn to face him in shock, anger in your face.

“MONSTER!” You cry out in anger at his face. He killed your home, your people, your family, and your legacy.

“Let go of that, it would happen anyway. Karyn was a strong kingdom that wanted to remain isolated from the war” You let yourself cry a little.

“I assume it was Organa who saved you” You look at him with resentment, hate, and horror.

“But why you? You must be able to wield the force. You just don’t know yet. You’re being slower than the scavenger”

“So now I’m a prisoner?” Ren frowns before gently shaking his head.

“No, of course not. You’re my special guest. I'm taking you to Supreme Leader Snoke.” He said, inches away from your face. His proximity was making you even more angered rather than uncomfortable, so you looked at him deeply in his eyes. And you felt something as well as him. But both of you ignored it.

“Sir, your presence is urgently required at the command center” Two stormtroopers appeared at the door of the cell. You remained silent and the man rolled his eyes. He gave you one last look and left with the soldiers.

Maybe the mighty Kylo Ren had underestimated you because you could feel your weapon in your belt. And in less than a minute, you were out of the cell. You start moving away, and suddenly you collide in the chest of someone. Another girl, the scavenger.

“You are princess y/n,” she says excitedly. You knew she was force-sensitive, so she must’ve escaped from her cell too.

“And you must be the scavenger”

“I’m Rey. And need to get going. Han, Chewie and Finn are here. Let’s go!” She takes your hand and starts guiding you.

“Who’s Finn?” You didn't know him.

“Oh, you’ll like him. He has helped a lot” You only nodded.

“Did Ren went to see you?” Rey asks you.

“He did.”

“I can feel your connection with him. It’s weird, like you had met him before” You stop abruptly.

“I met him. He ruined my childhood” Rey is about to ask more, but she is interrupted by Finn and his friends.

“Han Solo, Chewie!” You greeted the man that you constantly saw as a kid, the Wookiee that played with you. For some minutes, you felt secure, even happy.

…

The first thing Kylo Ren saw after killing his father, was your face. You looked shocked, saddened, and enraged. You were with the scavenger and the traitor looking at what he did.

He felt your pain and in his rage, he felt even worse, he was desperate to know why the pain you felt as Han Solo died felt too personal. Like you had met him before.

Finn, Rey and you started running towards the snowy forest. You took advantage to start the Falcon and get out of there, Chewie let you know it was ready, but you heard their screams. Your friends must’ve been intercepted. So you knew it was over, Kylo Ren would know your secret, but you had to save your friends. You never asked to be a hero, but you had to act like one to succeed. You remember Karyn thought light and darkness were both the same. They were perfectly balanced and there was no beliefs on the Jedi or Sith.

You fight for them. Because they weren’t able to do so. You fight to keep being free.

Giving firm steps into the snow, they turn to look at you. Rey smiles briefly and Ren seems confused. But you take your weapon out, and you let your green lightsaber join the red of Ren and the blue of Rey.

Both seem shocked. But it takes a twist when you walk forward, giving the first attack. Kylo was taken aback by the sudden violence, but he concentred about giving a clean fight. He starts attacking back, but it seems to be more difficult for him, as it is two against one. Your ways of executing the lightsaber mixed a lot of techniques, which made it harder for Kylo to predict your next move.

Finn was heavily injured, so you tried to get close to him to help him. But it wasn’t easy.

“You and I. We’re connected, you know it.” Kylo says out of breath. Your saber collides with his, and you put all of strength to push him away.

“I can help you become more powerful” you frown. You don’t need that.

“I don’t care about power. I want to keep my freedom” you let your intrusive thoughts win. You remember what he did to you.

“You almost killed me once. Don’t you remember, Ben Solo?” In his sudden weakness at the mention of that name, Rey comes in and attacks too, you feel him get inside your head and the scavenger slides the saber against his face. You gasp in shock, almost dropping your saber.

“NO!” You scream, thinking he died. But you see him moving. And Rey is shocked to see how you rushed to his side.

You kneel beside him, only to see an awfull wound across his face, he seems to be lost, probably half unconscious. His face is sweaty and you sigh relieved to see he was alive. The moment feels soft, and he sees some memory that strongly appeared in your head. He closes his eyes and feels you.

The connection. You hated him, but you didn’t want him to die.

Kylo Ren sees himself as a seventeen-year-old student in Luke’s temple. When he was still Ben Solo. He was training with his friend Weenie, they didn’t agree sometimes, which led to heavy training sessions. The blonde padawan fought so hard, and Ben reciprocated. Without even noticing it, they moved around the area where the youngest kids were training. He was furious, Weenie said having bad dreams constantly leads to darkness. He was about to hit Weenie with his blue lightsaber when the blonde moved. Ben Solo heard a little girl cry, and when he saw, there was a girl at his feet, her padawan robes covered in blood and sliced open. His saber had burned her back and cut the top of her long hair and she was unconscious.

The little kids ran towards her. All of them yelled, “Y/N WAS HURT!” “BEN SOLO HURT Y/N! “TELL MASTER SKYWALKER!”

She was eight years old. He never knew who she was.

But when Kylo Ren opened his eyes, he saw the young girl. He couldn’t believe you were that girl. He had so many questions.

You caressed his swollen cheek and leaned to whisper in his ear.

“You took everything away from me. My Jedi training, my home, my family, my future.” He gulped, his hand landed on your hip, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. You stopped him.

“Being with the Resistance feels correct. But I don’t believe in the light or darkness anymore”

“I will see you lose this war, Kylo Ren. And you’ll feel what I did over the years” The hand on his cheeks pushed him further into the snow. And when he tried to stand up, you pulled his hair and crushed his skull again.

Rey took you away, running to take Finn and get out as the First Order base was about to disappear in lava.

But you couldn’t ignore the strange feeling in your stomach. You despise him. You were over the scars he left in your back. You try to forget about Karyn, your family. But you were extremely far away from forgiving Kylo Ren for destroying it.

Nonetheless, Kylo Ren didn't want to let you go and you didn't want to leave him alone.

And you knew it wasn't over. It had only started.

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The story of us chapter 5

Triple frontier boys x f!reader

Summary- Set before you and the boys are officially together and how you came to be.

Chapter summary- Frankie takes you flying and your relationship to new heights.

CW- 18+,MDNI, to avoid spoilers I will be posting a link for warnings. Link

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Notes- See story Masterlist for full chapter notes. This chapter was so fun to write, my first time writing a solo Frankie. He starts off shy but quickly gains his confidence.

Not beta read

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Chapter V Flying without Falling

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11:54 pm

  Frankie can’t sleep as he lies awake staring at the ceiling fan. Every creak and noise the house makes has him on edge. He shouldn’t care this much but it’s starting to get under his skin and root itself deep somewhere he dare not explore. Before he can fully run away with his intrusive thoughts he hears the front door open and close. He breathes a sigh of relief knowing Benny actually came home after your date. 

  Maybe Santi was right,he shouldn’t be this jealous of his best friends going on a date. But jealousy doesn’t seem like the right word either, he wants to be included, he couldn’t possibly go on as a spectator if you decided to have a relationship. It’s entirely too late for all these thoughts and he’s getting way ahead of himself.

  He would call you normally when his thoughts ran wild. Why would now be any different? The only difference now is that he knows you’ll pick up. Over the last several months that certainly wasn’t the case. Before he can second guess himself he picks up his phone and calls you. 

  ****

You’re seated on your couch staring at the blank screen of the tv replaying the night in your head. You really should go wash your face and get some sleep but you can’t stop thinking about that kiss. You can’t stop thinking about everything he did for you. The feeling was so alien being treated as if you were a Disney princess. Ben was always sweet but this was a side of him you’ve never seen. You could definitely get used to it. 

  Incoming call Francisco

  “Hey Frankie, is everything okay?” Your voice is laced with concern at this late hour he’s calling.

  “Ugh…ya I’m sorry I called so late.” I just wanted to hear your voice. “I just needed to talk to you about something.”

  “Okay.” At midnight? You wait patiently for his response. 

  “So how was your date?” Jesus Francisco you just couldn’t help yourself. He thinks you're silent for a little too long, maybe he can just hang up and pretend this never happened.

  “It was really nice actually, but is that why you called?” You don’t want to give too many details, it just seems odd to talk about with him right now. 

  “No…I guess I should just spit it out. I got my license back and I start in a few days but I’m nervous.” He has to hold the phone away from his ear before he goes deaf at your excited squeal. 

  “Frankie, that's amazing, how come you didn’t tell us yesterday?” You can hear indistinct rustling on the other end. 

  “I didn’t think it was appropriate with everything going on…last night didn’t exactly scream tell everyone your good news.”

  “That’s sweet of you but I would’ve genuinely been excited with all the drama that went on. Life doesn’t revolve around me and my shitty dating life.” It kind of pains you that he put off such a happy announcement to not take attention off you. You know how hard he’s been working to get his license back and this means everything to him. Losing his license was like stripping his identity from him.

  “Listen hermosa, I know it’s last minute but I remember you saying you have tomorrow off…would you be willing to be my first passenger. I don’t want to be rusty in front of the clients on my first day.” He knows you know he’s full of shit. He is the most competent pilot and there’s no way he’s rusty. You’ve seen him in the deadliest situations somehow be cool, calm and collected. 

  “Of course Frankie, I would love to.” You’re certain he doesn’t need any practice but you decide to play along, it’s adorable when he’s nervous. 

  “Meet me at our house around noon and I’ll drive us to the site.” 

  “That sounds like a plan…you should get some sleep if you’re gonna be flying us safely tomorrow.” A little teasing goes a long way with him and you just can’t help yourself. 

  “Very funny, I’ll see you tomorrow Honey good night.” 

  “Goodnight Francisco.” 

  Sleep would not come easily for either of you that night. 

  ****

  Frankie’s not sure how much sleep he got last night, tossing and turning thinking about you. Trying not to think about how his life ended up the way it did. It was hard not to be in his head about his setbacks and inadequacies. He’s a grown man living with his two best friends. He should be able to afford a place on his own and be more independent, but he managed to fuck that up with this coke charge and losing his license.

  He really needed to relax and not let his thoughts run away with him. It wouldn’t be any help today. 

  He rolls out of bed suddenly more aware of every ache and pain in his body, it’s hard to say when he noticed himself getting older. He’s been ready for some time to settle down but had all but given up on finding something worthwhile.

  He pads down the hallway already hearing  the clanking of dishes and the strong smell of coffee.

He enters the kitchen to see the two fit shirtless blondes, one more thing to be insecure about. 

  ��“Mornin’ Fish.” Will looks up at him from his seat at the table. Frankie gives him a half smile as he slides into the seat across from him. 

  “Rough night?” You could say that 

  “Ya, didn’t sleep much. I was up worried about today.” 

  “What’s happening today?” Benny joins at the table sliding a cup of coffee to him. He scrubs a hand behind his neck deciding what approach to take with the news. 

  “Well I’m flying today. I got my license back.” Will looks up from his phone wide eyed as Benny jumps up nearly knocking the table over.

  “Holy shit man that’s amazing, why didn’t you say anything?” 

  “I was afraid it might not happen so I wanted to wait…I found out Friday and ugh Saturday didn’t seem like the right time to mention it.” Ben and Will exchange glances, neither of them needing to say why.

  “So you start today,what’s your schedule like?” Will stands from the table to refill his coffee.

  “No…I start tomorrow. I’m taking Honey up today to practice.” Lies 

  “Bullshit.” Ben leans back in his chair crossing his arms as Will tries to contain his laughter. Frankie mimics Ben's posture as he stares him down. 

  “You and I both know you don’t need practice.I do have to admit though, a helicopter is a nice move.”

  Frankie relaxes a little at the teasing Ben gives him. The younger man is obviously not bothered by it, he almost seems happy for him. 

  “We’ll Benjamin we can’t all have rock hard abs, some of us have to pull out other means of flattery.” 

  “Well Fish I’m happy for you and I hope you enjoy your date.” There’s no tone of sarcasm or anything to suggest that he’s lying.

  Will stands there in awe and shock at the absurdity of it all. How could they possibly be this chill about dating the same woman let alone you?

  “Speaking of dates, how was yours?” He raises an eyebrow at him playfully. 

  “I know you’ve been dying to ask. It was great, we saw a movie and went to the diner for burgers and shakes and then I dropped her off at home.” He’s not sure if he should include the last part. The conversations have been going well so far. 

  “What a modern day romance and you even had her home by curfew.” Ben flips him off as he stands from the table. 

  “I was gonna let you off easy but since you want to tease, I did get a good night kiss.” Will grabs his chest in fake shock. 

  “Good for you bud.” Frankie pays him on the shoulder as he stands. He can’t help but grin thinking about what he heard when you were in the shower. A sudden burst of confidence flows through his veins. 

  “As much as I’d love to watch this sad pissing contest, we need to get to the gym Ben.” 

  “Alright coach.” He pulls Frankie into a hug before heading down the hallway. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He calls out from over his shoulder. 

  Will just rolls his eyes as Frankie retreats back to his room on the opposite end of the house. 

  Maybe this could work out after all. 

  ****

  Here you are again, tossing clothes about your room undecided on what to wear. This is supposed to be a casual day with Frankie and you can’t seem to get your head on straight. Let’s not add to the fact that you can’t be late. 

  It’s a beautiful sunny day in Florida so you decide to throw on some jean shorts, your army tank top and some black slip on vans. There’s no time to overthink this as you run out to the door to head to their house. You left yourself enough time to stop and grab something for Frankie, you were technically celebrating getting his license back and you wanted to surprise him.

  You pull up to the pristine suburban home they all share, you know Will had every attention to detail to keep the Miller family home in great condition. You have a slight panic when you see that Ben's truck is still in the driveway, you weren’t quite ready to confront what it is you were doing. To be honest you weren’t entirely sure if you knew yourself. 

  Frankie sees you pull up, he’s been pacing around the living room unable to relax. The excited nervous energy coursing through his veins at the thought of flying again and seeing you. 

  You can see Frankie leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, he has a well fitted black shirt and blue jeans with his signature cap on. He’s just smiling at you as you make your way up the path to their house. 

  “I’m not that late am I?” You’re swinging the small gift bag back and forth on your finger as you hold it out to him. 

  “No but I saw you pull up and got excited.” He’s practically beaming at you. The happiest you’ve seen him in a long time. “I hope whatever’s in that bag is not for me.”

  “You’ll just have to open it and find out.” He grabs the bag from you slowly peeking inside, a medium size black box reveals some brand new aviator sunglasses. 

  “You didn’t have to do this.” You can hear the slight quiver in his voice and you’re so happy with your choice. 

  “I’m getting a free tour in the sky, it’s the least I could do.” He pulls you into a tight hug and you inhale his fresh woodsy scent, you recognize it as the body wash you bought him because you insisted he stop using the 3in1 crap that Ben used. 

  You’re standing in the doorway, neither of you wanting to break the hug, you lightly scratch your nails as you rub his back and a low growl emits from his chest on your cheek. 

  “We need to go before I change my mind.” He grabs your hand and places a kiss on your fingers before turning around to lock up. 

  Ben must not be home, thankfully you can deal with that later and just enjoy your afternoon with the old Frankie who seems to be making an appearance. 

  Frankie jogs ahead of you when you head towards his truck to open the door, he already has his sunglasses on and you curse under your breath a little at the sight. You’ve inadvertently made this day even harder for yourself now that you have to try not to ogle him, but the way his muscles flex in his shirt and the way his jeans are fitting you find your resolve breaking little by little. 

  You hop in the front seat and just before he closes the door he stops and stares at you. “I forgot to tell you how good you look today.” Fuck you’re not gonna make it. 

  The ride to the airfield is mostly spent in comfortable silence as you both trade glances at each other, it was so easy with him to just be. No expectations or insecurities. You often wondered how women didn’t realize what a catch he was, you’re glad in this moment no one has stuck around long enough to see what a massive failure it was to let this man go. 

  ****

  You were making it so hard for him to focus as you made your way to the chopper he was using for the day. The army tank top and short shorts doing nothing to hide your curves. 

  He could tell you were carrying yourself differently than the other day. A part of him was grateful for your date with Benny that seemed to bring some peace to your otherwise chaotic weekend. 

  A helicopter used to bring the sight of hell for the both of you, going on missions unsure if you would make it out alive, but now the way you turn and smile at him, practically bouncing with excited energy he thinks it may be heaven. 

  “We’ll see if I remember how to fly one of these.” You can almost see the faint wink behind his aviators as he holds the door open for you and you climb into the comfy leather seat. He buckles you in tugging on the straps to make sure they’re secure. He’s desperately trying to keep this as professional as possible but he sees the way you’re looking at him and he just wants to lean in and kiss you. He tears himself away closing the door behind him before he loses all form of concentration. 

  You wanted him too, and he almost did but you know he needs to focus. Even though he’s flown much larger aircrafts than this countless times, he still doesn’t want to jeopardize his second chance at life. And if you’re correct about your assumption there would be plenty of time for that. 

  “You know I have strapped myself in a few times.” He’s focused on the task at hand but you can see him smirking as he flips to switches and waits for the all clear to take off. 

  “I know you have hermosa but I’m supposed to be practicing so just pretend you’re a passenger. 

  What is it with these boys and pretending? You’ll play along since it worked out in your benefit the last time.

  He hands you a headset before doing a final once over and you can feel that familiar drop in your stomach as you lift up. The thrum of the blades all you can hear at the moment. He always made it look so easy and he’s all but confirmed how little practice he actually needed. 

  Something about finally being in the sky again has his confidence soaring. He can feel it in his bones, the man he used to be trying to make an appearance. He’s trying to focus but he can’t stop looking at the way you smile when you see something you like. He misses seeing you like this, happy to be in the air. Although he doesn’t miss the reasons why you used to be in a helicopter.

  You’re trying to take in the sights, but you can’t help but stare at Frankie. The way he’s controlling this massive machine with ease. You can see it in the way he relaxes. His shoulders seem less tense. That smile you loved so much has returned without the slight underlying sadness. It’s intoxicating seeing him like this.

  “I missed seeing you in that seat next to me.” He glances over in enough time to notice you smile to yourself.

  You fly for a while just taking in the sight below, this was a version of your city you’ve never seen before and it’s truly mesmerizing. It breaks your heart knowing what he had to go through to get back to this place. Everyone has dealt with their demons in their own way. His demons almost took the most important things in his life away from him. 

  He doesn’t think he’s been this happy flying, seeing your face light up when you spot something you recognize or the fact that you so willingly agreed to come with him and make this day as special as possible. 

  “You’re pretty good with your hands Mr. Morales.” He raises an eyebrow at you wondering if the altitude has gone to your head. He needs to be safely on the ground if you’re going to call him that again.

  “I’m a pretend passenger, remember.”

  “My real passenger is an 80 year old man, I hope he doesn’t comment on how good I am with my hands.” You snort into the headset before erupting into full blown laughter and there it is again, that laugh that would bring any man to his knees.

  “You mean to tell me you’ve never flirted with a passenger?” He glances at you nervously playing with your straps over your chest as you look out below.

  “There was one time.” 

  “Well I hope it ended well for you.” You can see you’re almost back to the airfield and your heart drops a little at the day coming to an end.

  Let’s hope it does end well for me. 

  ****

  “So,what are your plans for the rest of the day?” He didn’t want to assume as he awaits your answer, suddenly so focused on the road as you make your way back to their house. 

  “I don’t have anything planned, I wasn’t sure if you had things you needed to take care of for tomorrow?” He looks a little confused and you can’t help but laugh at the deep crease in his brow. 

  “You know your first day back at work.” 

  “Oh, everything is all squared away. Although I was hoping you might want to stay a little while, I can make us lunch.” He sounds a little timid again but when you grab his hand not placed on the steering wheel and kiss his palm all his worries are washed away. 

  “I would say these hands have done enough today but I would be stupid if I said no to anything you cook.” He has other plans for you and his hands but he needs to focus on one thing at a time first lunch. 

  He already had a full plan for lunch that would’ve turned into Will and Bennys dinner if you decided not to stay. The conversation flowed easy as you both enjoyed grilled shrimp tacos and homemade ceviche. You hadn’t spent this much time together in months, it seemed you had a lot to catch up on. 

  You both confided in each other, it was so easy to talk about life and issues without being judged. The more Mike pulled you away left a gaping hole in both of your lives. You couldn’t possibly go back to that again. 

  Frankie’s washing the dishes, your plates having been completely cleared and has to stop what he’s doing at the sound of your obscenely loud yawn. He can’t help but laugh at your wide eyed expression, you obviously just as surprised by it as he was. 

  “I’m sorry, I’m just so content after that meal and honestly I got no sleep last night.” He dries his hands and makes his way over to you seated at the kitchen island. A mischievous glint in his eye. 

  “I have a bizarre request and you can say no if you want to. Seeing as though we both got zero sleep last night, do you want to take a nap?”

  “Yes!” You groan internally at your enthusiastic response. 

  He had a surge of confidence at your response as he got impossibly closer, stepping between your legs as he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion. He leans in and you close your eyes bracing yourself for a kiss when you suddenly feel his lips brush your ear. 

  “Bed or couch?” You’re not certain you can breathe with the way his voice drops to a low register. His hands are like fire on your exposed thighs so close to where you want him to touch you. 

  “Couch?” It comes out in a breathy whisper as you attempt to clear your throat. “I think the couch is safer.” 

  He hasn’t so much as moved an inch and with his close proximity you’re afraid he can hear your heart beating out of your chest. 

  “Couch it is, but I’m not sure if it’s safer.” He takes your hand and guides you off the stool and it feels like you’re floating as you make your way to the living room. He sits in the corner, defaulting to his favorite spot despite having a choice of anywhere. He practically pulls you down with him as you settle in facing him with your head resting on his extended arm. Many a movie night you’ve fallen asleep in this exact position, but this feels different. 

  He pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover you as sleep already threatens to claim you. The sound of his steady heartbeat and the smell that you could only describe as him lulling you to sleep. 

  He doesn’t even think you realize you’re rubbing his back as you muzzle deeper into his chest, the feeling so domestic it makes his chest hurt a little. It’s like a knot that’s formed over time trying to loosen itself the further into sleep he goes. He only remembers the smell of your shampoo and your slow breaths before exhaustion takes him under. 

  ****

  The house is quiet…so quiet that he knows Ben and Will definitely aren’t home yet. The sun is still up but casting the orange hue that tells him it’s late in the afternoon. He doesn’t want to move too much because you’re still sleeping so peacefully. He is aware however that you have moved in your sleep, draping your leg over him like he’s a human body pillow. 

  Perhaps it’s a wicked Pavlovian response that his body betrays him in the moment as you're pinned against him. He’s growing harder in his jeans and every attempt to move you only causes you to stir further, involuntarily grinding your hips into him in a steady slow motion. 

  You’re having that dream again but this time it feels so real, too real as you feel the hard press of Frankie’s cock against your core. This time when you wake it’s not like a bucket of cold water being thrown on you. It’s softer, more intentional. 

  “Honey….honey?” It’s a little disorienting, but you can still smell him and see the light coming through the windows. You must not have slept for very long. You can feel his thumb tracing lines across your cheek and slowly register him saying your name. The sensation you were feeling in your dream hasn’t dissipated and you don’t dare look down as your haze begins to lift. 

  “I think you were having a dream.” His sleepy voice barely above a whisper. “You kept saying my name.” It seems you’re both in a predicament, him more so than you since he’s not actually in your head and you can feel evidently what’s pressed against you. 

  You hope maybe a change in subject will make him drop it or at the very least get the hint. It didn’t seem like the appropriate time to tell him that you can’t stop having sex dreams about your best friends. 

  “You know…you didn’t seem like you needed any practice today.” You shift on the couch to look up at him.

  “Maybe I told a little white lie.” He’s staring at you, a question hanging in the air of do you want this? He hasn’t moved his hand from your face as he slowly tilts it up further and leans in for a tender kiss. He’s been waiting all day, resisting the urge to kiss you the moment he opened his gift. 

  He’s waiting for you to pull away or say you don’t want this but that moment never comes as the soft kiss turns into a fight to get impossibly closer. His patience wore thin at the way you were saying his name in your sleep. Your hands are in his hair as he deepens this kiss, both of you trading moans in between breathing. He grips the thigh that’s slung over his hip as he pins you beneath him, the heavy comfortable weight of him grinding you into the couch. 

  You hate your brain for making you aware of your dry humping session being in the shared residence of the man you were also dating?

  “Wait…wait, I have a confession.” He stops suddenly hoping he hadn’t totally fucked this up by going to far. The moment feels like an eternity as he lets you catch your breath. 

  “I kissed Benny.” You’re bracing yourself for the moment he rolls off you and asks you to leave but he drops his head to your shoulder as he chuckles in your ear. 

  “Well just consider it even, since I’ve kissed Benny too.” Oh now he wants to make jokes. 

  “Yes I’m aware but it wasn’t less than 24 hours ago.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you silently curse yourself for assuming. “Unless it was…”

  “I’m just kidding, I had to mess with you a little.” You swat his chest playfully and breathe a sigh of relief. “Let’s just say Benny and I have come to a friendly agreement. 

  You’re not entirely sure what that means but you couldn’t care less as long as they know what’s going on even if you didn’t. 

  You try to pull him towards you again but he braces his right arm beside your head to stay upright, his left hand not having left your thigh throughout the interaction. 

  “I suppose if we’re being honest…I have a confession.” His tongue peeks out on his bottom lip as he mulls over how to approach, he has no idea how tempting it looks. 

  “I was going to wake you up yesterday but you were already in the shower.” Your throat is suddenly dry and your shoulders tense. “ I thought you were crying so I hesitated and then…I heard you say my name.” 

  There was no playing this off, not like your dream where he knew you were sleeping. This was perhaps the most mortified you’ve ever been. You wish you were anywhere but pinned under his literal and figurative gaze. 

  “I can explain.” No you can’t 

  “Tell me.” You try to move out from underneath him but he doesn’t budge. 

  “Frankie this isn’t fair.” 

  “No hermosa, you know what’s not fair.” His hand is slowly making its way up your thigh and your breathing is ragged. 

  “You had to take care of yourself when the hands you wanted to touch you were just on the other side of the door.” You don’t know when you lost control of the situation but here you are, stuck under him. He’s waiting for you to tell him to stop but your body has other plans and your lips won’t move.

  “Now tell me.” It’s not a question and this side of him has you faltering. 

  “Tell you what?” He leans down to kiss your lips but pulls away just as fast. 

  “What you were doing when you said my name.” He can’t be serious

  He’s searching your eyes for any sign you want this to stop but all he finds are your lust blown pupils. He decides upon seeing your excitement to try a different approach. 

  “Show me.” He waits to see if he made the right choice and you slowly move your hand from around his neck. No one has ever made you this nervous and excited at the same time. His confidence awakened something in you that you didn’t know existed. You slowly start to unbutton your shorts, never breaking eye contact. You can see his chest rising and falling, his resolve breaking a little spurring you on. 

  You dip your hand under the waistband of your lace panties, thanking yourself for being a little too optimistic about where the afternoon might lead. His eyes trail down your front as he battles with watching your face and watching where your hand has disappeared. He shifts to the side to give you room as you  slowly circle your clit with your middle finger. A small whimper escapes your lips and any embarrassment has been replaced with chasing this high. 

  You drag your finger through your slit as you dip a finger in trying to reach that spot at this awkward angle, you whine in frustration because your fingers aren’t enough with the way he’s been subtly working you up all afternoon. 

  He grabs your wrist and gently pulls your hand out of your shorts, you're wrapped in his every movement as he brings your fingers to his mouth to lick and suck every last drop from them. 

  “Let me show you.” His hands seem so much larger than yours as they make their way down your breast and across your abdomen, his trail painstakingly slow but you wouldn’t dare rush this moment. 

  He dips his hand into your shorts, dragging his fingers across your soft lace panties. “Frankie please…” You're hanging on by a thread and you need him to stop teasing you. 

  “You’re so sensitive, I’ve barely touched you.” You’re having deja because he’s said that before…or was that your dream. He dips one finger into your entrance as you arch your back. It’s too much and not enough as if he senses your frustration he plunges a second finger in slowly pumping in and out. 

  You drop your head onto the pillow as you softly moan his name. You can feel his cock grinding into your hip as he picks up the pace. He swallows your moans with his lips on yours. His name has never sounded sweeter than it does now as you chant his name. You’re ratcheted too tight as you feel the coil build, his fingers press down on the soft bundle of nerves and your toes curl in a blinding orgasm. You’re not sure when you gripped his hair like a lifeline as you slowly untangle your fingers while you come down from your high. 

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way you said my name.” He’s placing soft kisses on your neck as he removes his hand, you’re suddenly feeling a little bold as you can feel how patient he was being. You palm his bulge through his jeans and he bucks his hip, groaning your name. 

  The sound of car doors slamming have you both looking at each other wide eyed. He grabs your hand and places it around his waist. “I need you to pretend to be asleep.” You open your mouth to speak but he shushes you with a kiss as he flings the blanket back over you both. Your pants are still unbuckled and he’s still very hard but right now as the keys jingle in the door you figure you can deal with it later. 

  The front door opens and you bury your face into his chest to hide your laughter at having to pretend once again. Ben’s yelling about something per usual as you hear Will shush him. 

  “Awww they look so peaceful.” You can feel Frankie squeeze your hip and it’s taking everything to calm your breathing. His chest is rising and falling steadily as he squeaks out a fake snore. He may seem peaceful but you can feel his rapid heartbeat against your cheek. 

  You hear footsteps getting further away and voices trailing as they make their way to the kitchen. Frankie can hear the fridge open and close and the sound of the water in the sink running. 

  “Can you button your shorts without moving too much?” He whispers into your temple. You nod your head as you slowly move your hand down to button them again, you try your best to avoid his problem that seems to be less obvious. When you’re finally decent you sit up peeking over the back of the couch. You signal for him to sit up and he hears footsteps approaching. He raises his arms above his head dramatically, stretching as you do your best-I just woke up eyes. It’s all ridiculously hilarious 

  “Good evening sleepyheads.” Ben plops down next to you on the couch and you sit up fully now in the middle of both men. 

  “Do you ugh…want some water?” Frankie’s standing to stretch now, his little belly exposed as his shirt lifts and you notice he’s still got a slight bulge but nothing that couldn’t be explained by how close you were sleeping. 

  “Yes please.” Your voice is a little hoarse from your nap or moaning Frankie’s name for too long. 

  He leaves you two on the couch and heads to the kitchen as Benny pulls you into his side and places a kiss on your temple. This has to be a record for times getting deja vu in one day. 

  “How was your date?” So they must’ve come to an agreement like Frankie said because he just called it a date without any malice in his tone. Just genuine curiosity and care. 

  “It was great actually.” Frankie returns with your water and sits back down next to you on the opposite side. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by you cuddling up with Ben and it’s bizarre territory you’re wading into. 

  “Well I hope you showed our girl a good time.” You’re sputtering your water as Frankie hides his amused face behind his hand. Ben is patting your back as Will enters the living room with beers in hand. 

  “Are you okay?” He hands the beers around as he tries to offer you one but you wave him off. 

  “I’m fine…but I really should be going. I have work early tomorrow and I really should get some sleep.” You all stand from the couch unsure of how to say goodbye. 

  Frankie pulls you into a hug and places a kiss on your forehead. “At least you got a nap today.” He winks at you and you pinch his side knowing he can’t make a sound. 

  “Don’t hog her, she was with you all day.” Ben picks you up as you yelp, he couldn’t resist that sound. He carefully sets you down and leans in to kiss your cheek. 

  You turn to see Will in the loveseat sipping his beer with an amused smirk on his face. “I swear to god Will.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender as both men are snickering beside you. 

  “I didn’t say anything sweetheart.” You make your way towards the door to grab your bag off the hook and you can feel all eyes on you. “ I’ll see you Friday to fix that hole in your wall.” 

  “Will…”

  “Don’t argue with him, it'll only make your life harder.” Ben knows his brother all too well so you decide to take his advice and drop it. 

  “Fine, I’ll call you later.”

  “Okay.” They all say in unison and erupt in laughter. 

  As you close the door behind you still hearing the faint sounds of your boys you realize how completely and utterly fucked you truly are.

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[rey-jake-therapist]

Oh. My. God. This last episode was SO GOOD! If Disney doesn't renew I give up on this franchise, I swear. At last some really fresh ideas about the Jedi! (Sorry but The Last Jedi was never as new and controversial as its fanbase claims it was: the consensus at the end was the same as usual: Jedi good, Dark siders bad, no complexity whatsoever!)

Most of what I expected happened 🤩 spoilers episode 8 below.

I wanted Koril (Osha and Mae's other mother) to be the Stranger's former master, but it seemed more likely that it would be Jedi Master Vernestra. And he's TERRIFIED of her?! My man had no problems facing a crowd of armed Jedi alone in episode 5, but as soon as she arrived he put on his helmet back and went hiding like a little child afraid of being punished hard 😳 I can't forget that the scar he had was in his BACK.... Meaning she thought she killed him by attacking him from behind. Not very Jedi, not at all....

Of course we could think he betrayed her, but considering his stance on loyalty, I find it hard to believe. Loyalty is very important to him, we saw it at the way he reacted to Mae's betrayal. And now we know that whatever happened, Vernestra probably lied about it.

Because yes she's a freaking liar! Instead of admitting that her former padawan is still alive and taking pupils, she puts all the blame on this poor Sol. I guess it's karma because that's exactly what he did with Mae. How not agreeing with this senator, who pointed that leaving too much liberty to the Jedi could be dangerous? How do you trust people who lie every time they need to cover their track? Nice foreshadowing of Anakin's betrayal, too... Yes sir, one day a Jedi will go rogue and destroy everything.

Osha thought she saw Mae kill Sol, but she saw herself in fact... she just probably didn't believe it could be her! Neither did Qimir. If he wasn't in love before, he's already naming the babies as we think lmao Poor Sol though, I'll miss him. I suspected it would happen, but still... It was painful to watch, almost as much as seeing Ben Solo kill Han in The Force Awakens. Except here at last, Osha had a good reason to kill him, while in TFA it was only done for shock value :/ I know Sol expressed remorse but it was definitely not enough to get forgiveness. He should have told the truth the Osha, to the Council. He had it coming....

Mae losing her memories of Osha was such a heart wrenching moment. Especially when Mae couldn't finish the song... 😭 in my predictions I saw Mae turn, but I didn't see *that* coming.... Reminds me of Revan! The Stranger agrees to let her go while he was obsessed with killing her, just because Osha asked him to.... That's love 😍

And they really had Osha and Qimir riding together in the sunset. They really did it!! After all this time spent trying to ship Reylo but never really getting it because these idiots just kept fighting with no conversation, my soul is healed at last... You know, the scene where they take the ship and argue like an old couple? I wanted a scene like that for episode IX. Or anything that would have been a scene together with no fighting 😔

[brawltogethernow]

QUICK i just gave you a quadrillain dollars and made you head of marvel what spider man comic run plot would you make?

While I have definitely considered what I would do if I were put in charge of Spider-Man tomorrow, it's next to impossible to imagine this scenario as well-funded and free of editorial strings. So much of the main considerations are things like "how would I clean up after/respectfully send off the previous run" and "which changes to the status quo would Disney let me get away with". The endeavor is slightly overburdened with these but would be unrecognizable without them entirely. I like to think they would make it a fun challenge I'm tolerably suited for honestly? The constraints are part of the flavor!

Every run I have some kind of concept of where I'd go from there that then falls out of relevance--if things had been handed to me back when Spencer was teasing rolling back "One More Day", the Black Cat solo was running and crossing her over with Doctor Strange, and Mephisto was deposed, I'd have had Felicia heist the contract representing petermj's deal with the devil from Hell while it reshuffled its infernal paperwork and then lose it on the magical underworld's black market to set off a surreal fetch quest. If you handed the reins to me now I'd have to deal with Norman, I'd want to pull Flash and Harry from dangling story threads and Sha Shan from her recent cameos to reinvolve them in a thematic way, and I'd want to put a lot of focus on unpacking how MJ actually feels about all the storylines that have been happening to her that should given her backstory really be pushing her buttons, and to showcase her and Peter's dynamic in the current status quo--at this point rushing them back together would feel cheap, so the starting goal would be playing them off each other and making the reader desperate for me to hook them back up without delivering.

There are open threads with Betty and Ben too... This kind of thing is what makes superhero comics the unique medium that's captured so much of my attention! I don't have a single perfect storyline I'd like to write, because the story is always in violent flux.

[pseudowho]

Hellooooooo!

I hope you had a delightful weekend, and ample time to relax

I had an awful week and a horrible day (just moments ago, I had a door slam close on my finger, it hurts like hell and is swollen now✨)

1) I was wondering what would be your answer to that isekai question I asked Mr.Haitch…which book/ character would you like to be reincarnated in/as?

2) Can you write poetry? May I request a short poem on Nanami🥺? (No pressure)

3) Have you ever dyed your hair? Or see yourself dyeing your hair (for aesthetic purposes)

(To answer my own question, I would want to be Estella Havisham, from Great expectations. I simply love that novel, and I feel like Estella was somehow at the heart of it all. She had the power to make things right. I would want her to be a friend to Pip, and for her to help Mrs Havisham move on)

Thank you! 💜

Hellooooo, finally got round to this one, thank you for your patience 🙏💕

*kisses, kisses* for your finger, I know your agony-- I actually have a bit of a phobia of trapping my fingers in doors, I have nightmares about it. So this gives me the terrible ick for you. I hope it's starting to feel better.

Okay, so...

If we're talking books, I think I'd make a solid replacement for either Claire Beauchamp/Fraser from Outlander, or Elizabeth Bennett from Pride and Prejudice. If we're talking movies, I'd take Rey's position and sort out Ben Solo/Kylo Ren approximately a movie and a half sooner.

I really can't. Or, I probably can, but I don't particularly like to. I love to read poetry, but okay...here goes:

There once was a 'dull' man named Kento,

And all the hoes cried, 'He's a 10, though!'

So we wrote and we wrote,

In our fics he must go!

Back to life; what a guy! Our dear Kento.

Side note: I did actually repeatedly win a Valentines' 'two line poetry' competition that my high school's English Department hosted every year. I sent them in anonymously, and revealed myself when I'd won them. I can't recall them all, but one that won me the prize was: "Star-crossed lovers, Jack and Jill/ Gettin' jiggy on the hill", so we can see that I actually showed early promise for being an insatiable hoebag.

3. Yes, I used to dye it black in high school because

✨🖤GOTH🖤✨

And then like a purpley-red before I cut it all off to a pixie cut at the start of University. Now, I'm my usual chestnut brown, but I'm going grey rapidly and considering dying it all a steely grey.

I love the Great Expectations aspirations! So many books would be over faster with a MC with some oomph behind them, right? But, then...we wouldn't have the book, so...yeah.

Great questions, I enjoyed these.

☝️ The 1995 TV Adaptation of P&P with Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehles is my favourite.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[rainintheevening]

Okay, as per this poll I will now explain...

Yes, I ship Reylo (Rey/Ben Solo[Kylo Ren]), but...

In an AU.

To be clear up front, this is not a hard and fast ship, even in the circumstances of my AU. Sometimes I like them as a ship, sometimes I like them better as platonic soulmates. It all depends on what mood I'm in, and if I made the sequel trilogy my way, I would make it ambiguous. Maybe. Unless the actors felt it should be otherwise.

ANYWAY, after seeing a bunch of sweet Reylo fanart, I wished for a way I could ship them, and also a better explanation for Rey's unexplained ability to use the Force. So I thought, what if Rey was one of Luke's students, and she and Ben were super close, but somehow her memories got messed with, and what if that happened with Ben too, and that's why he turned to the Dark Side?

So I rewrote the entire sequel trilogy in my head, and have only written one part of it down, (go read it here), but basically the gist is: Rey's memories only got pasted over, while Ben's got rewritten (think Peeta and the highjacking). That's why Ben thinks Luke tried to kill him, and that he tried to kill the other padawans, and that Rey is dangerous.

Rey was an orphan, found and brought in by Luke, who became as a father to her. She and Ben were inseparable from the get-go, and he taught her how to fly the Falcon, how to do all her katas. He was like a big brother to her, her hero, and he promised to be her master when he got knighted.

Everyone thinks Ben Solo is dead, but after they discover he's not ("You killed my son!" "No. I was your son."), that he and Kylo Ren are actually the same person, Rey is dead set on saving him. So is Luke, as he feels certain it's his fault for leaving Ben to fight off so many, even though it was Ben who told him to take Rey and run.

Luke hopes to restore Ben's memories the way he did Rey's, but in his face-off with Kylo Ren, he takes a mortal strike to get close enough to reach his nephew. Rey witnesses this. The shock cracks through Kylo/Ben's memories, and he realizes what he has done, killing Luke. He flees, while Rey stays with Luke, who gives her his lightsaber, tells her to save Ben, tells her he was proud to have a padawan like her, maybe even says the 'you were as a daughter to me' bit out loud?

Anyway, after Ben flees, he has a total breakdown, off on some planet somewhere. But his grandfather shows up to give him some advice, yes! Anakin would be there!

Rey and Ben find each other, go off to kill Snoke and end the war (but it's Leia who gets to shoot Snoke: "That's for my son!")

Yes, Rey and Ben would have a particularly strong connection in the Force, but that wouldn't be the main point. That wouldn't be her 'superpower'. No, that would be her love for her family, which even when her memories were hidden, she missed, and it's her mission to piece her family back together again—helping Luke and Han reconcile, fighting to save Ben and the other Knights of Ren, who all turn out to be Luke's former students, making new family out of Finn and Poe. It's her love and determination that save the day, not her 'bringing balance to the Force'.

Yes, Ben will have to face consequences for his actions, even with the caveat of having his memory twisted. But Rey, and his parents, and Chewey are all with him.

Just... Rey remembering everything kind about him when they were kids, every time he apologized for the dark moods that sometime took him, how loving and careful he always was with her, and believing to the depths of her heart that that man was still in there somewhere, and that man could be restored... and Ben choosing to accept her forgiveness, to trust her when she says she'll go with him to find the truth, finding the strength to fight down the warped memories and the idea that he should kill her, and letting her lead him back into the light! Arghhh, yes.

Yeah, there is an age gap, but as they would be both adults by this time, I could 100% ship it, and am doing so right now. (Aka imagining them kissing in the last scene of the last movie...)

[lxstfathier]

Midnight Sky

Master! Luke Skywalker x Padawan! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone is just like that. Except you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[askbensolo]

From: Leia Organa-Solo <leiaorganasolo.personalacct> Date: Thu, Jul 11, 29 ABY at 3:41 PM Subject: Happy Thursday! To: Ben Solo <benquadinaros99>

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Hi sweetie,

Thank you so much for visiting last weekend! It was really so wonderful to have you home. I'm sorry Rey wasn't nicer to you—I've spoken with her, but she's going through a phase, so please try to be patient with her. Maybe you can remember what it was like to be her age. With all due respect, my beloved firstborn, you were much worse. 😉

I'm also grateful for the conversations you and I had on the Falcon, both on the way home and on the way back to Naboo. Thank you for understanding why it's important to me to know that you're safe. But you're right, that I can trust you to let me know if anything is ever wrong, without me asking all the time. You'll have to forgive an old woman's pestering, as I am irrevocably your mother, but I'll do my best to ask about the other things in your life, and not just about your wellbeing.

Ben, I wanted to share something with you. Feel free to completely ignore it. But for some reason, I was lying awake last night next to Dad, and I felt like this was something that might be useful for you to hear:

I didn't want to admit I'd fallen in love with your father, at first. Those were the Rebellion days. I'd just lost my planet. The galaxy was at stake, and every day I woke up and fought for a dying chance at hope. Han seemed to be everything I disdained: cocky, individualistic, hardhearted, motivated by money. (I know—it doesn't sound like Dad now, does it?) I liked nice men. Respectable. Noble. Responsible. But your father was a rogue, and I hated that.

What I hated most of all was that I loved him. Your father was smitten with me, and made so many advances, he probably would have seemed like a bit of a creep by today's standards. 😛 Even though I liked him in spite of myself, I rejected him every time. I had a job to do and a vision for my life, and Han was not part of it.

Then, one day, we were captured on Bespin, and I watched as Darth Vader lowered your father into a carbon-freezing chamber. Vader intended to freeze Luke in carbonite and bring him to the Emperor, and was testing the technology on Han to see whether a sentient could survive the carbon-freezing process. We didn't know whether Han would live, or be killed instantly. And I decided in that moment there was no more time left to waste.

"I love you," I told him as they lowered him in, worried that if I didn't tell him then, he would never know.

"I know," Dad said, showing me he already did.

And that's the origin of our little family phrase. 😊

These are different times. There's no more war, on a galactic scale at least, and I hope there never is again in your lifetime. Life is peaceful, relatively speaking, and I still spend every day working to keep it that way (despite the endless useless politics over nothing). But even so, we will never know how much more time we have. I'm glad I let go of my pride, and said yes to your father.

In many ways, he did turn out to be the kind of man I wanted: principled, loyal, affectionate. In other ways, he's still a bit of a scoundrel, and absolutely still a half-witted, scruffy-looking nerfherder. I had a lot of doubts going into our marriage, and I'd be lying if I said I never doubted things now (no marriage is perfect). But when I look at all of us, at my beautiful family: my handsome grown-up son, my spunky Rey of sunshine, and yes, the snoring nerfherder at my side, I know I've made the right decision.

I don't know what decisions you're facing in your life right now. But I know you, Ben, and I know that you're smart and thoughtful. I'm confident that one day, you will look back on your life and be thankful for the choices you've made. Like how I feel when I think of Dad...and whenever I think of you. 🤍

I love you Ben-Ben!

Love, Mom

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

I thought it was interesting what you mentioned about Dean's daughter going from 0 to 100 with her dad and I think that would have a lot to do with Sam.

At first, Dean convinces Ben to go to the bunker with him, Ben wants to do it, so his sister ends up agreeing to go with him so as not to be separated from Ben, Ben and Dean's father and son relationship becomes stronger as more passes time in the bunker.

Dean's daughter at first completely ignores Dean and Dean can't find anything to approach his daughter with so every time they talk it's like walking on egg whites and it's very uncomfortable.

I also feel the personality of Dean's daughter for having been alone for part of her life (before meeting Ben) she is a little more serious and reserved, of course she has Dean's loyalty but in terms of sarcastic and fun personality that is all of Ben

One day Dean's daughter looks for Ben to go hunting together but finds Dean and Ben spending quality father and son time, she understands but is still not sure she wants to have a relationship with Dean, but she doesn't want to ruin Ben's happiness either, so she ends up going hunting alone, which begins to become a habit, until one day Sam accompanies her on one of those solo hunts, at first she feels uncomfortable with Sam accompanying her (She doesn't know Sam or Dean, unlike Ben, she never had any relationship with Dean or Sam and that's why she doesn't know how to approach them) on that hunt she went on with her uncle, Sam starts to treat her like a normal person and not gently like Dean does.

Back at the bunker after finishing the hunt, now in confidence Sam gives his niece one of those therapeutic talks and when they both return to the bunker they find Ben and Dean playing a board game, Dean and Ben invite her to play , Sam looks at his niece and she says yes to the game (for the first time making an effort to try to get to know her dad) and from there Dean and his daughter begin to get to know each other more until Dean's daughter begins to LOVE to Dean and ends up being a real daddy's girl

I love the idea of Sam helping Dean’s daughter out with getting close to Dean.

Even after she gets really close to Dean, she still likes to go on hunts with Uncle Sam sometimes. Dean loves to do random son-father things or daddy-daughter dates (he spends time with both of them a lot, but sometimes he likes to make it special and single them out), so whenever Dean leaves with Ben, Dean’s daughter likes to spend time with her Uncle.

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Hux' last wish

I posted Chapter 12 of Mutiny on the Steadfast.

One month after the battle of Exegol the First Order is leaderless. Several founding worlds reconsider their investment/involvement with the organization. In this situation a New Republic envoy meets with the Resistance leaders to coordinate their next steps. A problem arises when the allies realize in how many points they actually differ. Meanwhile Ben Solo visits General Hux in his cell. Is there common ground to be found for the former dark side disciple and the stubborn General?

Read the middle part (the one with Hux & Kylo) here:

In the hospital dorm Rey slowly drifted out of sleep to the fish tank’s bubbling.

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“Rey! Rey! You won’t believe what happened!”

Well, getting enthusiastically yelled at by Rose Tico wasn’t the worst way to wake up. Rey stirred in her bed.

“As long as it’s something good! Your aura tells me that this is the case, by the way.”

“Well, open your eyes and see me grin!”

Rey sat up. She opened her eyes and smiled at the friend, the bubbling sound in her back forgotten for the moment.

Rose sat down on Rey’s bed, her legs dangling over the edge. She took a small voice recording device from a pocket in her technician’s overall, that she held under Rey’s nose.

“A new song?”

Oh, let it be a newly released song that Rose had recorded from the holonet to share with her friends in a quiet minute! Something so mundane and so taken for granted by the core worlds’ residents, yet so outlandish for a scavenger girl turned Resistance fighter.

“Sort of?” Rose teased. “Someone has sung, indeed!”

“Oh”, Rey muttered. Nothing like waking up to an interrogation protocol…

Rose handed Rey the recorder. She turned the ring until the last recorded (and only) track started playing. Someone stated the current date, their name and rank. It was General Hux, for better or worse.

“The following information is given freely without coercion whatsoever. It is provided for the express purpose to weaken the Republic Remnant, respectively to strengthen the Resistance against aforementioned remnant. Every piece of intel was carefully curated to cause the least damage to the First Order, with some damage unfortunately being unavoidable. One: …”

Rey stopped the replay. She looked at Rose, baffled, meanwhile the technician kept grinning, happy as a dog with two tails.

“What the heck happened while I slept? No, scratch that! Is the information worth anything?”

“It’s a mix of redundant things that Poe knows, too, inconsequential fluff and incredibly detailed information along with some on the fly risk-reward analyses. But the best of all isn’t even on this. Hux is so pissed at the Republic “pretending to be a functional political body” as he called it, that he gave me the download code for his patent application for the trackerless hyperspace tracking.”

Rose produced a data disc.

“I have it here. It’s all very theoretical, will take a couple of days to sort through.”

“Hux gave you the documentation of his pet project to spite the Republic? That man can carry a grudge like no other… But he seems to think we have issues with the New Republic. What’s the story?”

Rose grabbed the edge of the bed. Looking down, no longer smirking, she told the floor:

“The story is that the New Republic has… that there are signs pointing at them possibly having an issue… with us.”

“Come again?!”

Rose looked up again, her eyes simultaneously pleading for reassurance and trying to reassure to Rey. It was a cursed sight and Rey could only guess what the emotions behind those eyes had to be in this moment. She wouldn’t pry.

“A consular ship is just now approaching Moonwood III”, Rose said. “We’ll know soon enough what this is all about. How about me and you will go through the patent writeup now?”

Rey nodded. She pulled the blanket back and slid out of the bed. Having slept in her clothes, all she had to do was pull the boots over her feet and splash some water from a wall-mounted sink into her face to be good to go.

“Where’s Hux now?”

“Down with a migraine. We let him weather it out in a dark room. Cruel as it sounds to withhold medication, it’s for the best if he’s sweating into a pillow while we have the envoy here.”

*

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*

Meanwhile in the cell block General Hux had just finished straightening the bedsheets after a night of squirming. Nobody had instructed the prisoner to do so, he had simply felt like creating a little bit of order to his space, now that his head was feeling better.

Hux stiffened when he heard a beeping sound from the floor and the outer cell door began to slide to the side, leaving only the see-through inner wall of transparisteel between the prisoner and whoever had come to check on him.

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“Here you are”, Ren opened the conversation with a piece of incredibly difficult to obtain information that Hux would never have guessed without the other’s hint. He was “here”! Who’d have thought?

“A coward faking a migraine to hide under the bedsheets.”

From the prisoner came no response.

“What game are you playing?”

Slowly, with a pause between every sentence, Hux answered:

“Mine. For a change. You should try it yourself, it’s very satisfying.”

Ren – or whatever he was calling himself as a valiant rebel now – leaned against the transparisteel pane with his elbow, an infuriating posture that made Hux want to strangle the man, even if it meant having to touch him. It was a moot point anyway, with the barrier between them. Hux leaned with his back against the window pane and crossed his arms, what caused a warning in form of a constant bip-bip-bip, that would grow louder until it would culminate in an electroshock to the prisoner after about thirty seconds, administered by fine, almost invisible, wires woven into the transparisteel.

“If you want to talk to me, you better turn this off.”

“Pfft.”

Ben snapped his fingers and Hux felt himself pushed away from the pane by an invisible force. The warning noise subsided and the prisoner clenched his teeth.

Contrary to how he presented himself, Ben’s voice was surprisingly soft, when he took up the conversation where he had left it:

“I thought I did that. Be myself, I mean. When I cast aside my heritage. But in truth it always drove me, whether I accepted it or rebelled against it. If there’s a core to me, I haven’t found it yet.” A smile crossed Ren’s face. “Sounds familiar, does it?”

Hux turned around, his chin raised high, aiming that old-familiar stone-cold stare at Ben.

“Well, you all will see ME. You never did, but you will, oh, you will.”

“Looking forward to it!”

The confident posture, the boyish smirk and the teasing – who could resist all of this, Ben Solo wondered? Apparently Armitage Hux, because instead of doing literally anything Ben had expected, the General sat down on the prison bed, sulking.

“Why have you come… for a final laugh? To make absolutely certain who has won?”

Ben lowered his arm and stuffed both thumbs into his belt. Disappointed like a youngling whose clever prank (that had never been clever at all) hadn’t gotten appreciated, he murmured:

“Not how I remember you…”

“So do you want to remember two of me? Shall I take another name, too?” Hux hissed. “Lo and behold, I hereby proclaim myself Isbrand…” The prisoner considered briefly, then added in a bout of self-depreciation: “Cycen.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Cycen. I’m Ben Solo and I lowkey hate my surname, too.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, no argument from me.”

Ben reached into his pocket, from which he produced a slate wrapped in a silver foil. There were letters and symbols printed all over it, a strong indicator that whatever this was – some kind of protein bar, from the look of it – had gotten manufactured in the New Republic, where everyone involved in its making pasted their logo onto the finished product along with encouraging slogans like “nom nom, buy me before your next door neighbor does”.

“I had planned to save this for when we had reached a somewhat less shaky truce, but now I think before I can even think of that, I’ll need to drug your brain into a sugar rush.”

“You came to feed the rabid dog? I don’t know what to say, Solo, either you are under endangered species protection for lacking half your brain or you’re asking to get put out of your misery right here!!!”

Ben shrugged. “I told Commander Tico it was a bad idea, but she was insistent.”

“Rose Tico gave you this?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then you have no right to keep it from me! You’re not the owner, just the messenger!”

Again Ben shrugged.

“It’s chocolate. I know that sweets don’t rank high on your wishlist, but Commander Tico seems to be a bit on the optimistic side. She’ll stun a person faster than a snake can strike, but will still believe the best of them when they twitch to her feet.”

Like my uncle used to. Before he saw Palpatine inside me and thought that was me. Come to think of it, Tico would make a great Jedi. Maybe a midichlorian count high enough to being able to actually use the Force isn’t required at all. Tico is a Jedi in spirit.

“Give this to me and stop talking of Rose!”

Ben shrugged a third time, then inserted the slate into a hatch in the wall, from where it got transported to the recipient.

What a petty man Hux is, he thought, as he watched the other unwrap a corner of the chocolate. Eating something he doesn’t like in front of me, just to prove a point. Never mind that I have no idea what that point might be. Probably that I wasn’t gifted something. As if the Resistance hadn’t already given me EVERYTHING! But to understand this, you’d have to realize that not all presents are material.

In the cell Hux carefully sealed the chocolate again after having chipped off a piece. The republic chocolate looked nothing like the one he knew. For one, it had a pattern carved into every piece to make it look more premium. And for two the treat’s color was not the familiar near-black, but a light brown. In fact, it looked like the exact opposite of food. Republic candy was not exactly forbidden in the First Order, but difficult to obtain and therefore expensive in an economy where most people didn’t bother with credits.

Hux could have procured some, but he had always scoffed at the political enemy’s stuff as well as at those who craved it. Everything Poe had found in Hux’ mini bar the first day after having gotten turned had been produced on a First Order capital ship or in a factory on a subjugated world (that were often getting forced to switch to First Order regulation recipes), with the rare exception of the frog jelly beans from Hutt space, that neither of the men had been brave enough to try.

After mentally re-defining the chocolate to a spoil of war, Hux put it into his mouth and started sucking on it. It was incredibly sweet – was there anything other than sugar in this at all? Maybe the stalks this “chocolate” was made from had grown on the same continent as a cocoa plant, but Hux was afraid he was giving the planters too much credit in assuming this. Still, even though he’d never called this cocoa flavored sugar lump “chocolate”, he’d call it “more of this” any day.

“I don’t remember how long after Exegol I started eating again. Or what”, Ben said in a low voice. “I stayed up until I could no longer go on, because I thought I hadn’t earned the right to sleep before I wasn’t completely exhausted.”

“And let’s not forget how you only drank water intravenous after Starkiller fired, so shaken were you by the deed”, Hux added while eying the rest of the chocolate slate. That self-discipline could be a bad thing one day… “Oh, wait, there was another reason for it! Didn’t one of my troopers and a nineteen year old beat you senseless?”

“You… You bastard!”

“Am I? Well, someone I could name wasn’t paraded around handcuffed or fitted with a microphone that transmitted his every breath to Resistance Command. All YOU had to do to become everyone’s darling was to proclaim that you were dead. I mean, I can empathize. Dead Kylo Ren is a nice thought.”

“Why, even? Why’d you antagonize me from the day we met? What have I ever done to you?”

“Oh, I don’t know? Let’s think! If Poe Dameron had witnessed Snoke take his frustration out on me, standing aside all detached would not have been what he’d done. Maybe you never were any worse than the rest of imperials, but you fit right in with them.”

“Hm. Fair point.”

Hux placed the chocolate in the niche above his cot that served as the only available surface on the cell. His jacket lay in there, too, dried and neatly folded. A droid had delivered it after the interrogation. A snack and an outdoor garment he wouldn’t need anymore were all that was left of his empire. Of his plans. Of him. That, and about an hour of information that would hopefully inconvenience the New Republic to a significant degree. Moonwood III was the endgame for the General – but merely the pause between two acts for Kylo Ren/Ben Solo.

“The dark side really is easier”, Hux mused.

“Huh? What makes you say so?”

“It consumes you, you take a new, menacing, name, don a mask, and when you tire of the darkness, you shed that name and return to your previous identity. Spat out by the monster, nothing that has happened between getting swallowed and now counts anymore, because technically all the atrocities were committed by a different person.”

Hux stepped to the barrier again and placed his hand on it.

Bip…bip…bip…

“That’s not how it works in the real world, Solo! When we turned Poe into an ally, he wasn’t forgiven immediately. I still struggled with what he had done to me at D’Qar. As he is struggling right now with the idea of temporarily having been one of us.”

The beeps came faster now, and louder. Hux listened to the sequence, trying to memorize it.

Bipbipbip!

The prisoner removed his hand from the pane, still none the wiser how long he really had before the jolt would render him unconscious and what additional response measures might be built into the system.

Ben raised his own hand on his, safe, side of the transparisteel barrier, but stopped mid-movement.

“Speaking of things to struggle with – do you ever think of Starkiller?”he asked.

“That wasn’t Poe’s fault alone!” Hux flared up. “So what if he maybe fired the decisive shot, the Resistance ground strike team enabled that in the first place! Any pilot could have performed the coup de grace. I don’t hold Ilum against Poe.”

“The things you can say with a straight face… That wasn’t at all what I had meant!”

Hux blinked, then his brows went up, when he made the connection.

“Hosnia, huh? That’s what it always comes back to. You must have been aware that between the New Republic and the Resistance, the latter was the bigger threat. But they were also decentralized, difficult to squish, so going after the place they got their provisions from was the sensible course of action. No more Republic, no more provider. No more Republic to protect, no more reason to fight at all. Hosnia, therefore, was a strategic decision. As the airstrike on Niima was tactically sound. Can you say the same about Tuanul?”

“Can you about the norwoods guy, what even was his name?”

Hux hammered against the transparisteel pane. So rarely did the other allow himself to lose control like this, that Ben took a step back from the surprise.

“That’s not the point!” Hux shouted. “It doesn’t matter who wins this “Who is the more evil” dick length comparison, because one of us can wave it off as an alternate self’s funny mistake, while the other is being held accountable for every little sneeze!”

Two, three, breaths forcefully pushed out of the lungs later, the General had regained his composure. Once again he place his palm on the barrier, accusing the man behind it:

“You’re a cheater! You smile at Rey while you torture her and she falls for you. Me, I got ahead by skill and cunning!”

“Oh, is that so? Well, I’m not dining with the upper echelons of Resistance Command.”

Ben placed his hand on the barrier, too, now.  Hux’ nose twitched as if he’d actually touched the other’s skin, but he said nothing, didn’t even let out a growl.

They stood and stared… One had a stronger will, the other was more patient. In fact, if Hux wouldn’t back down in the first five seconds, there was a good chance that he’d walk away as the winner of this contest.

Dining with Resistance Command, how stupid! We had noodles and medium sparkly mineral water. In a hospital cafeteria, no less.

Ten.

It was just food! To stop being hungry. There was no ulterior motive to this “conference”.

Fifteen.

Not from my side, anyway. As for the rebels, who knows. I certainly cannot guess what’s going on in their heads.

Twenty.

It was nice.

Twenty-two.

“If I had one wish, I’d run away and take them with me”, Hux heard himself say.

Ben smiled.

“Not world domination anymore?”

“I don’t need to make a wish for that, I can do it on my own. Especially if I had the rebel trio by my side.”

“Magically compelled to follow you.”

So what? I never before wanted anything for myself. If I could rein in the galaxy, bring it in line, that would have been enough.

Everything Armitage owned was serving a purpose. The high quality drawing tools were not important in themselves, but as a means to create the best possible result using them. The same went for his personal blaster. The gaberwool coat… okay, he had wanted that one so badly, but it was also for representing, a need that came with his rank. Even IT-08 he’d only adopted after the need to have a messenger had arisen. Armitage had no fish or collections or whatever else the other officers allowed to weaken them by getting attached to. That only left the sweets as an irrational passion. And the rebels. Ren/Solo had no right to begrudge him this one little concession!

Neither man let go, they kept pressing their hands against the pane, but only one was in danger here.

When the discharge hit him, Hux realized in sheer panic that he had not paid attention to the time. He had wasted this one opportunity by being angry at Ren. So much for anger leading to the dark side, that in turn granted power! To the contrary, anger was self-defeating and hindering!

Hux screamed as the jolt went through his body, screamed all his frustration out. Loss of composure, literal loss of control over his twitching limbs, but not loss of consciousness. Not for one who had found himself at the receiving end of Snoke’s displeasure often enough in the past. Hux slumped down onto the floor, still shivering and gasping, but still thinking as clearly as the pain allowed him to.

On the other side of the barrier Ben was pacing back and forth. He reached for the panel that would unlock the door, then reconsidered. Ben didn’t have the security clearance to know the door code anyway. Maybe if he used the Force? But then he’d betray the trust the Resistance put in him now…

In the end Ben returned to the point he had stood when the system had shocked Hux. He lifted his hand and spread his fingers wide.

An invisible cushion formed right under the prisoner’s head. It wasn’t soft like fabric, but sleek like glass. Ben knew how to push things with his talent, that was it already.

“I’m not afraid of a little pain!” Hux croaked.

Ben dismissed the sheet of pure force he had created.

“Then face what you’ve done!”

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