#solo triplet fanfic

[recklesssturniolo]

Early Morning - C.S

Soft dom!Chris, “ma” & “mamas”, reader and Chris are dating

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Rolling over as Chris’ alarm goes off, him refusing to do it himself I turn it off and roll back over to face him.

“Chris come on, you know you have that meeting this morning. Nick will kill you if you make them late” I say playing with his hair.

He grumbles into his pillow before opening his eyes and mumbling out, “Five more minutes, keep playing with my hair it feels so nice”

I roll my eyes but let him fall back asleep for the five minutes he asked for before waking him up again.

“Alright pretty boy times up” I tell him.

In response he pulls me closer to him, my back now against his chest. Only wearing one of his shirts and a thong I immediately can tell he’s hard - as he is every morning. I feel him slowly grind his hips against my ass as he places gentle kisses on my neck.

“Chris we don’t have time for this” I reply, ignoring the wetness beginning to pool in my panties.

“Come on ma, you know it’ll feel good. Then I’ll get up I promise” He croaks into my ear, his voice still raspy from just waking up.

He continues grinding himself against my ass, but moves his hand to my pussy, a moan slipping from my mouth as I felt his touch.

“See baby you’re so wet for me already” He whispers into my ear. His hand slowly massaging my clit. My face flushing as the small gesture that came with so much please.

“I - fuck Chris” I whimper out, my hands gripping the sheets as I feel his fingers enter me.

The air now thick with desire as he pumps his fingers into me, noticing him slowing down his pace, I whine.

“No don’t slow down”

“I want you to ride me mamas, you look so good on top of me” He smirks.

The words flowing so effortlessly from his mouth only cause me to ache with the want of him more. Turning him onto his back, he removes his boxers before bringing his hand up and tugging on the hem of the shirt I had on, his head nodding upwards signalling for me to take it off. Him immediately reaching for my breasts as I weave our lips together, tugging on his hair as our tongues collided.

My breath hitches as he smacks my ass, “Come on pretty girl, you know we don’t have much time”

I position myself so his dick is in line with my entrance. I slowly sink down onto him, whining as I struggle to take in his size.

“You can take it ma, show me how much of a good girl you are for me” He murmurs out, his eyes clenching shut the further he was inside of me.

Moans flowing from both of our mouths as he’s fully inside me. I begin bouncing on him, almost dizzy from the sensation of him inside of me.

“F-feels so good Chris fuck” I whimper.

“Yeah? You like how I feel deep inside you baby?” He groans back, now thrusting his hips upwards, meeting mine each time I went back down.

“Keep doing that, please” I whine out, my eyes rolling back as I feel his strong gaze on me, watching my every move.

I feel one of his hands leave the side on my waist, crying out in pleasure, my head being thrown back as he begins using him thumb to move circles on my clit. Becoming intoxicated by the sensation.

“Mm look so pretty bouncing on my dick mamas” He grunts, both of us picking up our pace. His hips now hitting mine perfectly, his dick lined up directly with my g-spot only causing me to whimper out his name louder as the knot is my stomach got tighter.

“I love you saying my name like that baby but you gotta stay quiet for me okay?” He says, knowing his brothers could easily hear if I didn’t quiet down.

“I - yeah fuck I’ll be quiet” I whimper, “Please don’t stop Chris I’m so close” My jaw slightly dropping as I felt my climax become closer and closer, while being aware of his dick starting to twitch inside me.

Locking eyes with him, his glazed over with lust as he looked my body up and down.

“Fuck I’m coming, come with me ma, I know you can. Fuck you feel so good” He says, his breath slightly becoming faster as he hits his high.

“Oh my god Chris” I strain out, my pussy pulsating as I come. Feeling nothing but ecstasy flow throughout my body as both of our moans fill the air. Shockwaves of pleasure continuing to flow through us.

With a couple more thrusts of him inside me, I slowly remove myself off of him, his come dripping out of me as I did. A small groan leaving my mouth as I noticed. Looking over at him, sweat on his forehead, his breathing returning back to normal, he takes him thumb and slowly traces my bottom lip with it.

“Such a good girl for me” He mumbles, pulling me close and connecting our lips again, “One more round mama”

Pulling away from him, a groan leaving his mouth as I did, I smile slightly before replying, “I’d love to but I can already hear Nick bitching about how he ‘just knows’ you’re gonna make them late”

“Fuck sakes Nick” He sighs, but doing as he promised and getting out of bed, placing a quick kiss on my forehead before heading over to his closet.

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[ungravity12]

My Roman Empire 🥹

[ericshoney]

Always here ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You were always there for all four of your brothers no matter what, especially Chris, who one night, turned up at your doorstep.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of argument/fighting, nicknames, crying, slight angst, fluff

A/N: Please don't take this seriously, I know the triplets have their disagreements at times like many siblings, I don't see Matt or Nick acting/saying the stuff they do in this in real life, but remember it's a fanfic!

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You were sat curled up with a blanket on your sofa about to have a solo movie night. You had been at work all day and wanted just to relax for the night. As you were relaxing, you then heard the light pitter patter of rain. To you, it was relaxing and made you feel more calm and relaxed.

But then a knock was hard at your door. You felt confused as you weren't expecting any visitors. Yes, all your brothers were home in Boston, but you were planning on meeting up tomorrow for a sibling day. You checked your phone, not seeing a messages, so you thought whoever it was might go away.

But then they knocked again.

You sighed and got up, opening the door, only to see Chris standing there. His hood was up, his eyes were red, indicating he had been crying and slightly damp from the rain.

"Hey bud, get in!" You exclaimed, pulling him inside, not wanting him to get more wet and cold.

"Sorry to show up randomly, I know we're planning on hanging out tomorrow." He apologised.

"Don't say sorry, Chris. What's wrong?" You asked softly.

Chris then sniffed and started crying again. You frowned and pulled him over to the sofa, hugging him and whispering to him to help relax.

"They fucking went to far!" He shouted.

"Shh buddy, it's okay. Just relax." You cooed, rubbing his back.

Once Chris had calmed down to a few sniffles, you gave him a comforting smile.

"Wanna talk about what happened?" You offered.

"Nick and Matt." He mumbled.

"What happened? Weren't you filming tonight?" You asked.

"Yeah, but they just kept saying stuff." He responded.

"Tell me, bud." You said.

"It was going well, the beginning anyways. Matt was making a few jokes and so was Nick. I joined in and it was all good. But as we got closer to the end of filming, they both seemed to team up on me. Saying how I was helpless and needy. How I should really have some time away from both of them. Then when we stopped recording it just got worse." He told you.

"How so?" You asked.

"Saying shit. Baby jokes and calling me stupid and saying I was too loud, that I'm like a child who need attention all the time." He continued.

You frowned as you saw the sadness overtake his usually joyful face. You knew the boys teased each other a lot, you sometimes joined in on the teasing as their older sister, but this seemed to have gone too far.

"Don't worry buddy, I'm sure they will realise and apologise soon enough. You want to watch a movie with me?" You responded.

Chris nodded as you curled up on the sofa again, now joined by your youngest brother. You put on a Back to the future, knowing that was Chris' favourite and would ease his mind.

After the movie finished, you noticed Chris was fast asleep. You pulled the blanket over him and left the TV on low. You then grabbed your phone and went into the kitchen, calling Nick.

"Hey sis!" He cheered as he answered.

"Nicolas Antonio! What the fuck is wrong with you!" You shouted.

"Woah, what did I do?" He asked.

"You and Matt get your asses to my place, now!" You instructed.

"Y/n, it's one in the morning." He replied.

"Now, Nick." You said.

"Alright, on our way." He sighed.

You hung up the phone and went back to the living room, seeing Chris still asleep. You smiled slightly, remembering times from when you were younger.

Ten minutes later, your front door opened and Nick and Matt walked in. When they saw Chris, they both knew what it was about.

"I thought he might be here, seen as he wasn't in his room." Nick said quietly, not wanting to wake his brother.

You walked into the kitchen, followed by two of your brothers and sat at the island.

"He was really upset, guys." You said.

"We figured." Matt mumbled.

"I'm not going to sit here and treat you like little kids, your both twenty-one, but sometimes you all have to remember the teasing can go too far. I'm not defending Chris and saying he hasn't said shit to either of you before, but in this case, you both really hurt him." You continued.

"We fucked up, we know it. We'll apologise." Nick said as Matt nodded in agreement.

You nodded as you heard faint footsteps, indicating Chris was awake. He walked into the kitchen and saw Nick and Matt.

"Oh, hey." He called quietly.

"Hey Chris, sorry about earlier, that was shitty of us." Matt said.

"It's fine." Chris mumbled.

"No, no it's not. As your brothers we shouldn't be using your personality against you. We love how careful you are and were total bitches." Nick replied.

Chris gave both of them a smile, struggling to be mad. The three shared a group hug, making you smile.

"Thanks Y/n." Chris said.

"Your welcome. I'm your older sister, I can't have you three fighting and being mad with each other. I raised you better than this." You responded, making them laugh.

"Remember, I'm always here. Okay." You added, making the trio nod.

You smiled and knew it would turn into a sleepover at your place, but you could handle it, knowing your brothers were all happy again.

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[kat-elisee]

Introduction Post!!

hellooooo!! let’s be mutuals!! my name is Kat (she/they) i’m 18, i’m from sydney, australia. i’m queer, in a relationship with my wonderful girlfriend <3

i’m a massive fangirl, my whole life kinda revolves around the people i’m a fan of!! the main fandoms i’m in are:

- One direction (as a group and as solo musicians)

- Dan and Phil (i’m going to TiT december 9th 🤭)

- Sturniolo Triplets

- 9-1-1 (incl. lone star)

- Yungblud

- Pretty Little Liars

- Dylanisintrouble

- SIX the musical

Also i am a fanfic girlie until the day i d!e 😤

now to add an absurd amount of tags 💅

[ligawolfcosplayandarts]

Cheek kisses ,cheek kisses.

Aerin Fyorninn and Ser Gregor in armory about to have spicy session. They meet up for quickies often if separate for longer than day.

Also Sandor x Thruddinn meme one for THAT Anon who hate asked. My OCs n I won't go anywhere, fandom is for all.

Here's that OC Anon made funny attempt hate ask about. She's pretty, deal with it.

That's the affectionate ways Sandor and Thruddinn Fyorninn has. She is sister of Aerin Fyorninn (above)

Also here are both badass lassies. Thruddinn and Aerin are from triplet set with Thruddinn being the oldest. Yet she is shorter than her sisters. Also she prefers simpler armour over clad full plate gear.

Both basically are ladies of Clegane brothers. In my fanfic also explained why Gregor hasn't harmed Aerin, and just like Sandor with Thruddinn, clung to her. Big boys being babies.

3rd sister is Eerika, youngest yet tallest with full red hair and red eyes. Still no idea who to ship her with, as she's fruity af. Need find her canon gf.

I suck at drawing women , so I need to draw solo Fyorninn sisters or draw whole family to explain why hair and eye colour is so weird.

Aerin is good at medicines (reason behind taming Gregor by replacing his Milk of Poppy with medicine that ended his headaches and helped him to feel happy) , jousting, weaponry and hand to hand combat and is very goofy. Not in my fic yet, but also warging ability. She has 3 horses and ferret she takes for hunts. She's avid hunter and all over place. She's good wall and tree climber, and received jokes from Gregor's men about her climbing skills being so good because "She climbs The Mountain everyday ." 👀😏

Thruddinn is quieter one, actually most of time cranky. Aerin gets under her skin with annoying her because why not. We need that sibling relationship where other once constantly trolling. Thruddinn is excellent fighter and Hunter like her sister Aerin. She is more into arts and loves roses. She has love for drinking and camping, as well travelling.

Aerin calls Thruddinn "Thrudds" while Thruddinn calls Aerin "Pain in backside" or just "Aeris".

Aerin keeps making funny remarks of Thruddinn being shorter, but both have best bond.

Eerika is most distant and replaced Ser Gregor as Lannister Bannerwoman, becoming Red Lion of Lannisters due her mane like red hair, height and strength. She is 6"6 tall, where her sisters Aerin - 5"10 and Thruddinn- 5"8 . Eerika is attracted to women only and she always made weird faces when Aerin was being sweet on Gregor. Same reaction was regarding to sweetness between Sandor and Thruddinn.

[floral-and-fine]

When they're sick (Solo triplets)

A/n: my first time doing headcanons 😊 (just thought these were cute)

When Matt is sick:

Matt practically quarantines himself the moment he notices that it’s more than a cough or a sneeze.

Is super concerned about getting others sick.

Is incredibly adorable when he’s drowsy on cold meds.

Cutest bedhead.

Worries that he’ll get you sick, but loves getting extra attention from you.

Easiest patient ever, like he’s literally no trouble to take care of.

Keeps himself occupied with activities he can do in bed like drawing and crossword problems.

Somehow has a cute sneeze.

When you’re sick:

Takes the best care of you.

Brings your favorite soup to you on tray with all the necessary supplies, box of tissues, throat lozenges, your favorite book.

Makes sure you take the proper dosage of meds and at the right times.

Personally, enjoys feeling needed and responsible for you.

When Ben is sick:

Ben ignores all his symptoms.

Will argue with everyone about how he’s perfectly fine.

Overdoes it on non drowsy cold meds.

Continues with his normal routine until he passes out or someone forces him to go home.

Gets people around him sick.

Whines about how you won’t properly kiss him.

Like literally does not care about getting you sick, because then the two of you can be sick together.

Still tries to be sexy even though he’s a mess.

When you’re sick:

Tries to take your mind off of being sick.

Lays and snuggles in bed with you despite your protests.

Watches light hearted rom coms with you.

TV marathons.

Massages your feet.

Does not leave your side.  

There’s a good chance if you’re sick that he’ll get sick too (like on purpose).

When Kylo is sick:

Kylo turns into a total baby.

Falls asleep anywhere and in the most uncomfortable positions.

Gets incredibly clingy.

He follows you around the house with a blanket draped around his shoulders.

When he wakes up and notices your not in bed anymore will call your name (with his sore throat, and coughing) until you’re back in the room with him.

Gets bored and frustrated rather quickly of having to stay in bed.

Complains about everything except you.

When you’re sick:

Surrounds you with comfort, soft pillows and warm blankets.

Is constantly asking you if you need anything.

Strokes your hair until you fall asleep.

Frequently checks in on you while you’re sleeping.

Uses his hand to check if you have a fever.

Gets pissed off if anyone disturbs your rest.

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[fanficsandmoregalore]

Dog Days - Chapter 3

Summary: Strange phone calls in the middle of the night, talking dogs, can this situation get any worse?!

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Please don't speak, please don't speak, please don't speak."

You repeated, slowly opening the door. Waiting outside were the 3 dogs, patient and looking anxious. You looked around to verify that there were no other humans in your apartment. You gulped and looked at the dogs.

"Um....h-hi guys."

They looked amongst themselves and then back to you but no reply. You let out a sigh of relief and fully exited the room, walking by the dogs, and into the kitchen. Hopefully a cup of coffee would calm your nerves.

"Do you think she heard us earlier?"

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to the dogs, who all looked at you with an equally shocked expression.

"Shit." Kylo let out. You felt dizzy and rushed over to the couch, falling onto it. The dogs rushed over to you.

"Oh my god, this can't be happening! I'm going insane!"

You panicked and rolled yourself up into a blanket on the couch, hoping this was some weird dream.

"(Y/n), please calm down. We didn't mean to scare you." You heard one of them say. They all sounded similar so it was a little hard to distinguish which dog was talking.

You lifted the blanket off of you. You stared at the dogs and gulped again.

"Um.....i...i don't know....what's going on..."

You had trouble saying anything. You were very much speechless.

Matt jumped onto the couch beside you.

"Maybe i can explain."

You looked at each of the dogs, and then back to Matt.

"Uh...yeah...please."

Matt told you about how they had a huge argument one night and the next morning woke up having transformed into dogs and in a strange city they didn't recognize. You listened and paid close attention, this all sounded fake but if it wasn't for the talking dogs in front of you, you wouldn't believe it was a real story.

"We had been wandering the streets trying to come up with an answer and then we gave up. And that's when we met you."

Matt finished catching you up and you slapped your face.

'This has to be a dream or a practical joke. There is no way this is really happening!'.

You looked at the dogs as they waited for you to regain your composure. You stood, wrapped in the blanket. You didn't say a word, just walked over to the window of your apartment, opened it...and screamed until your lungs hurt. You let out a breath and turned to the dogs.

"Now that i got that out of my system... i have questions."

"Hopefully we have answers." Matt responded.

You slumped into the recliner.

"So....you guys have been able to understand me this WHOLE time?"

"Yes."

"Yep."

"Unfortunately." Kylo huffed out.

You were glad you hadn't said anything you would regret.

"And you have no idea how you could've been turned into dogs?"

"No idea. Not even a guess as to what happened."

You sat there and thought for a moment, just remembering the strange phone call you received lastnight. You sat up and snapped your fingers.

"You guys are the brothers!?!?"

The three looked at you, obviously confused.

"Lastnight, when i got that phone call. There was a lady who said that three brothers needed my help. They were beasts in mind and in appearance. But i dont know how im supposed to help you. Ugh this is so confusing!"

The phone rang. The sudden noise made you and the dogs jump. You hesitated but answered.

"(Y/n), you got your wish. I hope understanding the brothers will help you to UNDERSTAND the brothers."

Then the call ended. Another vague phone call. You had no idea what to do, how to ask for help. You were on your own.

"Well?" Asked Ben. You looked at him and shook your head.

"I....I dont know. She said that now that i can understand you....i need to understand you.."

"What the hell does that even mean?!"

You looked at Kylo blankly. He was right. What the hell does that mean? You're stuck with three dogs that used to be 3 human brothers, and you had no idea why or how they turned into dogs and you had now idea how to help them. You felt so lost.

"I need time to think. I just...i have so much to process." You got up and walked to your room, leaving the boys outside your door.

"I feel so bad. Like we're asking too much from a girl we just met."

Matt sank to the floor and started to whine. Ben put his paw on Matt's back.

"No, i think we met her for a reason. She said the lady on the phone told her that she needed to help up. I think is some kind of fate or destiny."

"Well, i think this is bullshit."

Matt and Ben looked at Kylo. He was glaring at the door to your bedroom.

"If she isn't going to help us, then we're wasting our time here." He turned and went to the window, which you had left open. He looked back to his brothers.

"Im going to go find out how to change back. You can either join me or wait here for panic attack Patty."

Matt and Ben didn't budge. Kylo scoffed and took the fire exit down.

You finally emerged from your room, eyes red and puffy and you had changed clothes. You hugged the 2 dogs who had waited patiently by your door.

"I promise i will do everything i can to help you. I have no idea where to start but i won't stop until you're human again."

"Thank you, (Y/n)."

Ben nuzzled you and licked your cheek a little to make you smile. You chuckled a bit and then looked around the room.

"Where's Kylo?"

"Ummmm, yeah. About that...." Matt weasled out.

You ran down the street as fast as you could, bumping into people and trying to hurdle any obstacles.

"KYLO! KYLO!"

You panted and slowly went from running to jogging until your legs completely gave out and you fell to your knees. You were completely out of breath and exhausted. You felt lightheaded and sore, like your body was on fire while you laid on a bed of rocks.

"The middle of the street is a terrible place to be sitting."

You looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. It was Kylo. You were so relieve he was safe, you hugged him tightly and kissed his snout.

"Come on, let's get back and try to figure this mess out."

Kylo grumbled an agreement and you walked home. You and the dogs sat in a circle on the floor with a notebook in hand. You had written some information on it to help you get ideas.

• Ben, Kylo, and Matt - people turned into dogs

• Had a huge argument at family event and woke up next day as dogs, no idea how

• Ben oldest, Kylo middle, Matt youngest, triplets

• Sons of Han and Leia

You tapped your pencil on you chin.

"Hmm...what was the argument about?"

You heard growling and looked to see Ben and Kylo glaring at each other. Matt shook his head.

"I was hoping they'd forgotten."

"How could i forget Ben purposely ruing my painting for mom!?"

"I was doing her a favor."

The 2 brothers began to brawl and Matt let out an irritated sigh.

"Here we go again..."

[recklesssturniolo]

Can you pretty please make a dom Matt fic where he gets really pissed in a car video or after an argument or something and pins reader against a wall and fucks them ROUGH. Like girl all out letting loose.

Argument - M.S

SORTA based this request I just changed it so they fck in the van instead (was a separate request for that), dom!Matt, toxic (kinda?)/jealous Matt

Idk how I feel about this one so I’m on my knees praying you guys like it😅😅😅

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Matt and I had been arguing in the van for about 15 minutes now. All over the fact that a guy hit on me and he didn’t like how I responded.

“Oh my god Matt! All I said was thank you and walked away. He literally just said I looked nice” I yelled.

“Yeah he said you look nice and clearly wanted to fuck you and you thanked him for it, did you not see him look you up and down multiple times?” He yelled back.

I couldn’t deny that seeing Matt this worked up wasn’t turning me on. He didn’t get jealous often so it wasn’t often I saw this side of him.

“Matthew for the love of god he didn’t make even a subtle move or comment that would’ve implied he was trying to fuck. It was a compliment and that’s all” I responded.

“Mine as well of sucked him off right there at that point” He argued back.

“Alright whatever I’m sorry I didn’t fucking walk away and ignore him. I was just trying to be nice and not cause any issues. Didn’t realize I was acting like a slut to you” I sighed.

“Oh ok you think you acted like a slut in my opinion? Guess I’ll fuck you like one” He asked.

Matt didn’t give me a chance to respond, instead grabbing the back of my neck and connecting our lips. The kiss was rougher than usual, but god having Matt jealous was hot as fuck, even if I didn’t mean to. Pulling away, he began making his way down my neck, sucking and biting the spots he knew were most sensitive.

“Fuck Matt” I moan out.

Grabbing my throat and squeezing slightly he responds, “Look how easily you’re turned on, I bet you’re fucking soaked”

“I - just fuck me already” I reply, beyond aware that my panties were soaked.

“Not yet, I think you need to prove how sorry you are” He smirked.

Knowing what he was hinting at, I begin leaning over and undoing his belt, then pulling his boxers and pants down just enough for his dick to come out. Licking around his tip, he immediately grabs me by the hair, pulling me away.

“Don’t even fucking think about teasing me” He says, his voice becoming raspy.

I nod before spitting on his dick, and taking as much as I could into my mouth, my hand jerking off what couldn’t fit.

“Such a slut, take all of it, I know you can” He groans.

I do as he says, now feeling his dick hitting the back of my throat. Gags leaving my mouth as I continued sucking him off. Hearing quiet moans as I did so. His hip’s thrusting upwards every so often.

“Fuck Matt you’re too big” I mumble. Pulling away for a moment to catch my breath.

Making eye contact with me, he pulls me towards him once again kissing me. Pulling my dress up and exposing my ass, smacking it, causing me to yelp out.

“Such a good girl for me” He mumbles out.

“Please” I whimper. Wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me.

“What do you want huh? For me to fuck you like the whore you are? He smiles.

“Fuck I - yes Matt I need you” I moan out.

“Get out of the van” He demands.

“What? Matt we’re in public” I respond. It was 2am and we were in an empty parking lot but still.

“I don’t care, if someone see’s they’ll just know who you belong to” He smiles back, pulling his pants up slightly, he gets out of the van. He comes over to the passenger side, opening the door and practically dragging me out of the van. Pinning me again the side of it.

My dress still pulled up, he slides his hand up my thigh, “Fucking slut, you’re practically dripping” he says, before pushing my panties down.

I moan in response, feeling his fingers swipe between my folds. Matt usually wasn’t this rough, but fuck it was so hot.

I feel him slide his dick near my entrance, pushing it in slightly before taking it out. Repeating that a few times.

“Matt please, I need you just fuck me” I whimper.

“So needy, how badly do you need me huh?” He responds.

“So badly fuck I can’t wait any longer please” I beg.

He smacks my ass again before pushing himself all the way into me. Both of us moaning out.

“So fucking tight” He groans. Reaching his arm around my shoulder and grabbing my throat.

“F-feels so good” I whine.

He picks up his pace, now having to hold my hips in place to avoid them hitting against the van due to how hard he was going.

“Yeah? Who is the only one who can make you feel this good?” He asks.

“You - fuck only you Matt” I whimper out.

“That’s right, who do you belong to? Huh? Whose slut are you?” He asks again.

“You Matt, fuck only a slut for you” I moan out.

“Good girl” He responds.

Continuing to fuck me, I feel my stomach tighten as he hits my g-spot continuously.

“I’m gonna come Matt” I whimper, my legs shaking slightly.

“Good. Come all over my dick pretty girl” He says, slamming into me harder than ever before.

I stutter curse words and whimper out his name as I hit my climax. The pleasure being so much my legs shaking and Matt having to now hold my body up.

“Matt oh my fuck I can’t take any more, I’m sensitive” I whisper.

“Yes you can, I know you can. You’re gonna take it while I fill you up” He responds. Not stopping his thrusting, well aware of how sensitive I was now.

His dick twitches inside of me, before he moans out, “Such a good little whore letting me fuck you senseless” and I feel him release himself inside of me.

Slowing his pace, he thrusts a couple more times before pulling out. His come starting to drip down my thighs. He turns me around, my back now against the van. Cupping my face with his hand.

Not giving him a chance to speak, I tell him “Jesus Christ why haven’t you fucked me like that before”

“Haven’t had to remind you that you’re mine before” He says.

“You’re insane if you think I’d even considering getting with someone else, especially now after how good you just fucked me” I tell him.

“Mmm I know, couldn’t help but be jealous after seeing you in that dress and how he was looking at you” He shrugs, “Had been waiting to fuck you all night”

“Could’ve taken me to the bathroom” I smirk.

“Yeah yeah come on, wait, hold on let me wipe your legs off before you get back in the van” He says, grabbing a hoodie of his from the back and wiping his come off of me.

“If I can’t walk properly I swear I’ll make you carry me everywhere” I tell him, almost positive come tomorrow morning I’d be limping.

“Fine by me, was worth it” He smirks as we both get back into the van.

TAGLIST: @sturnphilia @thatonekid536 @cupidsword @loveesiren @daddyslilchickenfingers @christinarowie332 @ilovemattsturn @mattenthusiast @its-jennarose @lxvlysworld @lovingsturniolo @iwantmattsobad @secret-sturniolo

[ungravity12]

My Roman Empire 🥹

[yn-x-them]

i’m a fucking slut for the solo!triplet au

i cannot put enough emphasis on s l u t

[satans-codpiece]

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,354 Summary: Kylo brings you a gift, then he brings his brothers a gift. Contains: RAPE/NONCON. Kidnapping, general Dead Dove: Do Not Eat stuff. Mild Gore. Smut. 

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For once, you focus on the lingering ache between your legs. On the deep, unsettling pain behind your pubic bone that wouldn’t go away.

“Two day delivery.” Kylo says, smiling down at the strip of leather in his hands. "It's even waterproofed." You don’t ask him where he ordered it, it has to be custom made. Perhaps on a professor’s salary he could afford it. The collar is black leather with your name stitched in red. Below it, a metal D-ring is attached firmly to the fabric. The inside is lined with some sort of soft padding. To prevent chafing, you suppose, for the long hours you'll be wearing it. You'll probably wear it for...

You sniffle and keep your eyes shut as he fastens the collar around your neck- the padding almost luxurious, at least compared to the roughness of the rope and chain they’d been using. The padlock of the chain clicks as Kylo unlocks it- and clicks again as he attaches the tiny lock to your collar.

Kylo steps away from you as you slowly open your eyes again, staring only at the plain cement floor. Perhaps you should be happy that he’d bought you a collar- it obviously meant he planned on keeping you. Not just…

You swallow thickly.

Would it be better to just die? You didn’t know- couldn’t think. You want to go home, to go back to what you had…

Kylo hums pleasantly- and your chain clicks again. You turn to follow the sound and watched as Kylo unclips your leash (another joyous new addition to your wardrobe) from the wall. He watches you for a moment, considering something- then nods up towards the basement door. “Come on.”

Your heart skips a beat. You’re so stunned you don’t even resist Kylo helping you to your feet- your gait awkward and stilted after being off your legs for… how long? How long had you been down here? At least two days, you knew... Surely not more than that.

Kylo is more patient than you would have guessed, urging you along with one hand at your back, but letting you hobble your way up the stairs, one at a time. With your hands still bound in front of you, you can’t even use the handrail to steady yourself. He opens the door- and the scent of something fresh and… citrusy washes over you. Your feet touch carpet- and squeeze your toes into the wry strings- tears springing to your eyes.

You weren’t sure you’d ever feel carpet again.

Kylo guides you down the hallway into what was clearly the master bedroom. Sparsely furnished with a nightstand, two dressers (one of which supported a large TV), and the bed. You began to sweat just looking at the bed- though it was surely a King and was topped with a large, soft-looking black duvet, it was the frame and headboard that made you anxious. The headboard appeared to be wrought iron, several strands twisted to make an ornate pattern with multiple good places to hook your leash onto.

Kylo doesn’t even pause to look, just ushers you into the attached bathroom. The size of it stuns you- a separate bath and shower across from a long mirror. Around the side of the shower is a small alcove created by the solid side of the shower- and you can see the toilet hiding in there.

A low sense of dread settles in your stomach, followed only by the sudden urgent need to pee. Your eyes flick between Kylo and relief, hoping he would understand (that was surely why he brought you here, wasn’t it?)- or at least wouldn’t punish you for wandering away.

Kylo only tilts his head and gives a single nod. You begin to turn away- and your leash jerks you back towards him, his fist twisted into the black leather. He stares at you, eyes burning with intent. He licks his lips, “Ask for permission.”

You can’t help the anger that washes over you first- the rage and horror that comes from being treated like this monster’s pet. But what choice do you have? Ben would certainly rejoice in punishing you for any bad behavior- and despite Kylo’s confessions of love and adoration, he was by no means merciful.

You hold your tongue, look to the tile. “May I use the bathroom…?”

Kylo hums- as though he had to consider your question. “Try again.” Indignation (and your increasing awareness of your bladder) makes your lips pucker and curl. Kylo’s voice is sugar sweet when he speaks again. “You’ve asked before. You know how.”

You want to tell him to shove off- perhaps to walk back into his bedroom and piss on his carpet like a bad dog. But he’s already holding your leash, keeping you here on the cool tile of his bathroom. You close your eyes, try to keep the anger stifled. “Please, Kylo,” you barely manage to bite it out, “May I use the bathroom?”

Kylo smiles, serene. “Yes.”

Kylo keeps hold of your leash, passing the length under the edge of the door. If he knew you planned to spend several minutes simply sitting in the small, enclosed space just to enjoy having something vaguely normal, he said nothing about it.

You did notice, however, that despite having a small basket that you would presume would normally hold magazines or books or something- the little wicker thing was completely empty. Isolation, you figured. No other reason to keep you from simple paper goods. You struggle a bit with your hands bound, but ultimately manage to take care of yourself.

You step out of the small room already feeling much better- some degree of autonomy restored to you. Kylo remained in a good mood. He gestured to the large tub. “Would you like to take a bath?”

Judging his intention is impossible. You stare at his face for a long time, trying to figure out what deception he was playing-- but perhaps it really was that simple. A bath. You probably did stink, after all- if nothing else the stress of…. of all of this would make you sweat.

Hesitantly you nod- just one single jerk of your head. Kylo smiles again, genuinely pleased- and he runs the water for your bath.

With his back turned, you look around the bathroom again. The boys personal effects are here, a toothbrush holder with three toothbrushes. Black towels on a rack on the far wall. Bottles of various brands and colors in the shower. But nothing you could use. No razors left out (which surely they must use- considering two of them were clean shaven and Ben had some stubble). Nothing remotely sharp, or- or hell, not even anything you could use as a blunt weapon.

The mirror you could shatter- but if the other boys were home they’d hear it. You couldn’t take all three of them with a shard of glass. Assuming, of course, you could get a decently shaped piece on the first hit to the mirror and could cut your arms free. If it only cracked…

You bit your lip and turned back to Kylo- the water was already filling the tub quickly, drifts of steam rising off the surface.

The water is too hot when you step in, but you don’t say anything. Because it feels amazing. You whine pathetically as you sink in completely to the hot water- already it soothes some of the aches in your spine, the residual ache between your legs.

Kylo pulls a plastic bag out from under the sink- never letting go of your leash, you note- and sets the items on the edge of the tub around the faucet. Soap, shampoo, a face wash, conditioner- “Here.” Kylo says, interrupting your peace- as he kneels beside the tub with a spotlessly new, pink loofah.

Your stomach churns at the sight of it. Something so familiar and domestic- and silent tears slide over your cheeks.

Kylo’s hand is larger than you expect, covering your cheek entirely as he rubs away a tear with his thumb. “I’ll take care of you…” You only sigh and close your eyes.

He’s methodical about his bathing. He pours the soap onto the loofah and lathers it across your chest first- the scent of green apples being rubbed into your skin. He doesn’t dally with your breasts as you thought he might; he’s shockingly chaste. He scrubs hard with the sponge, but if you flinch away he softens his grip. When he’s done with that area- the skin now fresh and tinged red with irritation- he lays his lips to it in an apology.

When he washes your back he sits up on the back edge of the tub. He scrubs as he does with the rest of your body- but eventually sets the loofah down into the water with you- and rubs his fingers along your spine. He’s shockingly good at it- and you hate that you relax into his touch, letting him work the knots out of your back with an artist’s precision.

He’s careful when he washes your hair. He lifts your chin to keep the shampoo from running into your eyes- and he massages your scalp as he did with your back, making little electric sparks tingle down your neck. He rinses the shampoo out and runs his fingers through your wet, flopping hair several times.

Then: nothing. He simply sits with you for several minutes as you water begins to cool to lukewarm. You watch his throat bob warily. He let out some length on your leash so he may move to the towel rack and retrieve a washcloth. He kneels beside the tub again- and he hesitates for only a second. “Turn towards me. Close your eyes.”

There’s little option to weigh- and you obey him. Kylo catches your chin in his hand- delicate, only holding you with his thumb and forefinger. The other hand- you yelp when something disturbs your water- but Kylo retracts the washcloth immediately and begins wetting your face.

He returns a moment later with the face wash. For as rough as he was with the loofah, he’s gentle with your face. Never straying towards your eyes or mouth, but working a thick lather over your forehead and cheeks. Your water ripples again as he rinses the cloth- and then rinses your face. He makes several passes, making sure all the soap is gone before speaking again. “Okay. You can open them now.”

Kylo rings out the washcloth and puts it next to the sink. He stands there watching you for a while- and you turn away from him, focus on the still vaguely warm water. You rub your hands over your skin- and feel the wrinkles of your pruning fingertips.

“Do you want to get out?” He asks.

You bite your lip and consider how to answer. He at least looks sincere- so you shake your head softly.

“Alright.”

You expect a reprimand or Kylo dragging you out anyway- but it doesn’t come.

You stay in the bath until you start to shiver. Kylo stays beside you for the entire length. Sometimes just staring at you, with this sicking look of awe and love- but mostly on his phone, idly checking apps and pages.

When you begin to shiver, he knows immediately. He stands and retrieves a large, fluffy towel. You don’t resist at all as he guides you to stand and step out onto the bath mat. He’s so gentle- wrapping you up carefully and drying you- even getting a second towel to begin drying your hair.

It’s nice, even. You let yourself close your eyes and relax into his touch. Rhythmic massaging across your scalp as he wrings the water from your hair. When he deems you dry enough, he leans forward and presses his lips to your forehead. You don’t fight him.

Was this your life now? Trading your cooperative captivity for small acts of kindness? You suppose it’s better than the alternative- fighting with no chance of success, only to be punished with more pain and humiliation. You look up to find Kylo watching you, deep brown eyes unreadable- but you dare hope it’s concern creasing his brow. He leads you back out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

You wish you had fought him.

On the bed, Ben and Matt wait for you. You tense up, drag your feet on the floor even as Kylo begins to push you across the plush carpeting.

“Really took your time, huh?” Ben asks, not bothering to be subtle with how his gaze rakes up and down your nearly nude body- only one towel protecting yourself from the three brothers.

Matt looks ashamed, biting his plush lip- eyes flicking between the ground and you, like he’s trying to resist and keeps faltering.

“No,” You whisper, trying to dig your heels in and stop- and Kylo’s body presses up against yours as he nearly carries you, the thickening curve of his cock against your lower back leaving you with no doubts as to what was about to happen. "You can't do this..."

“It’s okay,” Kylo coos, forces you up onto the bed. Ben and Matt move out of the way- Ben’s calloused hands catching your shoulders and drag you up towards that ornate cast iron. On instinct you begin to writhe against your captors- but the harsh vice grip across your arms stills you.

You whimper, fight the tears gathering in your eyes as Kylo loops your long leash through the ties around your hands- and attaches the whole assemblage to the headboard. You’re left on your knees, facing the wall- your hands only movable along the length of the black leather.

You figure out quickly that the boys had planned in advance how this would work. Kylo lays down on the bed beside you- his belt and pants already undone, cock jutting proudly from the denim. You turn away and close your eyes- don’t even look at him as he lifts one of your legs to force you to straddle his hips.

Kylo says your name. You sob quietly as his cock slips between your labia. But more concerningly, the brothers are moving- Ben crawling onto the bed behind you, Matt sitting next to Kylo’s head. You make the mistake of looking over your shoulder at Ben.

You watch for a moment as he pops a cap to a bottle- lube, you suspect. Closing your eyes, you hang your head, let your hands slide uselessly to your chest. One large hand cups your cheek. You can’t tell whose it is- Matt’s or Kylo’s. You’re not sure you care.

Cold lube pours against your ass, making you shiver, grit your teeth. Ben wastes no time in pressing his fingers into you, working with brisk, efficient movements. You already knew he didn’t care for you- he was just here for the good time Kylo had so graciously provided him.

Fingers swept through your hair, pushing it away from your face. “It’s okay…” Matt coos. “I told him to be gentle.”

You don’t thank him.

Ben’s fingers slip out of you as something thicker pushes against your flesh. And if they were truly identical triplets, then you knew how much you had to take. “Please, please don’t. Please, Ben...”

Only one sob escapes your lips, still nearly silent as Ben pushes into you. You try to relax, even as every part of you screams for him to stop- the head of Ben’s cock presses in. He groans, pressing his face against your back and he’s too big, his preparation too rushed, it hurts-

“Oh, God!, Kylo, it feels so good,” You feel every hot pant of his breath against your skin as he tried to reign himself in, to ease his length into you. The only thing holding him back is Kylo, you’re sure- and the sickening feeling of being grateful for Kylo’s presence rises in you. You clutch at the ties to the bedframe and wish so badly you didn’t want to be clutching at Kylo instead- at least Kylo wants to be gentle with you. And as Ben bottoms out, his hips fitting snugly against your ass, a hand brushes across your cheeks, pushes any stray hair from your face.

“It’s okay,” Matt cooes again. It’s not. It never will be. But what else can you do but take what they do to you?

Below you, Kylo begins to shift and it truly dawns on you what is about to happen. His cock- that had been grinding nicely against your clit, the only thing keeping you from focusing exclusively on the soreness in your ass, slides down and presses against you. You close your eyes and Matt cups your cheeks.

“It’s alright, love...” Kylo murmurs, but he’s not looking at you. He looks down between your bodies and lines himself up. “You were so good to me before, please do that again?”

You whimper, turn your face into Matt’s hands. And with your body already stuffed full of his brother’s cock, Kylo fights to force his own thick length inside you. Pain lights across your body- you tug at your restraints on instinct, but can hardly move without agitating the pain in your rear. "Stop! Stop! It's too much!"

You sob- and Kylo moans low, his head dropping back against the mattress. He groans, “You’re so tight, so good for me,” Matt’s fingers card through your hair as the tears finally resume. “Wonderful, so perfect for me.”

Ben groans and you feel sloppy wet kisses between your shoulder blades. “Oh, fuck, Kylo. It's so tight."

Ben thrusts involuntarily and you scream-

Matt’s hand clamps over your mouth. His big, round eyes implore you to keep it quiet, to control yourself, but now that Ben’s started he can’t stop. Worse still, through your thin walls, he’s made Kylo groan- his own self control snapping as he grabs your hips and moves in tandem. Everything between your legs burns and you stare blankly at Matt, the only remaining triplet.

He was so nice to you. He brought you food- took out Ben’s torturous toy. Was it so bad what he’d done to you, compared to them? Compared to their hot breath ghosting over your skin and the cruel moans and their utter lack of care for you. You look to Matt’s face- and see the same twisted affection that Kylo has but more controlled, reined in. He knows the reality of it- you hate them.

His hands leave your face- a cold block settles in your stomach. He pulls at his belt, unbuttons his khakis. “I’m sorry.” He whispers and you drop your head. “I’ll be gentle.”

His cock prods at your mouth, it takes a little for him to pull at your jaw and make you open up. He’s warm on your tongue and you pinch your eyes closed before you can see how his head tips back and he moans. His fingers slide through your hair in a mockery of the kindness he’d shown you before,

He’s true to his word, too- while Kylo grabs at you, pulls you down against them with bruising strength and Ben’s hands leave your shoulders to reach around in front of you and grope at your breasts, Matt remains slow, cautious. Ben moans loudly and Kylo has his deep, masculine grunts, but Matt stifles his noises down to choked gasps. Kylo batters against your cervix, yet Matt never chokes you with his dick... He even keeps your hair from your face, brushes it away with fingers too soft to come from a rapist.

You begin to cry again and grab at the leash keeping you in place. It's too thick for you to tear through, but it creaks as you yank on it. The pain is bad enough, but the twisted affection that Matt gives you is too much. Even with Kylo’s swears of love, Matt’s tender gaze is what unnerves you. How could he be kind while he and his brothers kidnapped you, violated you?

Ben’s grasp tightens, his fingers clamping down on your chest, pinching at your nipples, and you flinch back towards him, trying to escape his hands. Matt’s fingers twist into your hair to keep you from moving too far away- and you focus on the nicest brother. It’s too much, the other two- they’re cruel and ruthless and they don’t really care about you, but Matt-

Ben cums, moaning loudly in your ear. Heat fills your ass and nausea washes over you as he keeps fucking you, riding out his bliss at your expense. You whimper and his slowing thrusts only make you more aware of Kylo’s increasing force. With Matt’s cock in your mouth you can’t look to Kylo’s face; you’re not sure how to feel about that. Ben slips out and you feel his cum follow him, oozing warm and slick out of your battered and sore ass, down to your pussy. Down to where Kylo’s cock continues to fuck you.

Matt taps the back of your head- you look up to him. That’s all the warning you get, his fingers tighten in your hair but never like Ben’s bruising grapples- and he cums across your tongue. It’s bitter and disgusting, you want to spit, but Matt’s cock frustratingly stays in your mouth as he stutters through a few more thrusts. You twist against his hand, but Matt has his brothers’ strength and you can only cry as Matt’s head tips back. Cum touches the back of your throat and you wretch.

That gets Matt’s attention. He pulls himself free, swiping away the long strings of saliva that follow his cock. Under Kylo's groans, you can barely hear Matt's quiet little, "Sorry, sorry..." The cum gathers on your tongue and you start to turn towards the empty sheets-

A hand claps over your mouth; your face stings, burning under the hit. You flinch and try to scream against a huge, warm palm. “Don’t you fucking dare spit.” Ben growls.

"Ben..." Matt pleads. The rage sparks inside you- and is snuffed out just as quickly as Ben’s other hand closes over your nose.

You struggle, pull away from his hands- but Ben simply moves closer, bends you backwards to keep you from fighting. “Swallow.” Ben commands you, and through your blurry tears his eyes are cool, unmoved by your suffering. With your hands still tied, there’s little else you can do, and as much as the taste in your mouth is vile, evil, disgusting, the burning in your chest is worse. “Swallow and I won’t rape your ass again.”

With your mouth full you can’t even properly sob.

You gag halfway through, but you force Matt’s cum down your throat and nod weakly at Ben. The cold stone of his expression blossoms into the cruel smile you’d seen before. He lets go of your face and you gasp in deep lungfuls.

Another set of hands cup your jaw, delicate and careful as he rubs his thumb over your cheek. You don’t bother looking at him; you know he’ll have that same expression from before. Like he’s concerned about your well being, like he actually gives a damn what his brothers do to you.

You don’t have to ignore him for long; Kylo’s fingernails bite into your hips and he drives into you. The lightest push against Matt’s hands and you can look down at the eldest brother. Kylo’s dark hair is splayed out over the sheets, his cheeks flushed pink, eyes closed so tight his brow has begun to crease. He gasps, sucks in air through his teeth and though his cock works inside you, rubs against the deepest parts of you, the pain in your ass and the suffering deep in your soul keep you grounded.

His eyes open and once again that twisted, warped love in his eyes makes your stomach churn. You look away. Kylo sighs, apparently glad to finally have you to himself again, “You’re mine-” He chokes out, the last syllable rising off into a stifled moan. “All mine, forever, ah!”

His cock twitches, his fingers digging bruises into your skin again as he groans- and though you want nothing more than to curl up on your mattress in the basement, it’s the relief that it’s over that bothers you the most. Cum pours into your cunt and that’s all your life will be now. Used over and over, just waiting for it to be over. He won’t let you go, it’ll never be over-

You’ll never go home. Your family will never find you. Tightness builds in your chest, a buzzing loud in your ears over Kylo’s exhausted, blissful panting. It’ll never end.

You’ll die here. They’ve taken everything from you, and you’ll die in their fucking basement.

The misery in you twists, distorts. Your hands twist into the restraints and every part of you wants to dig your nails into Kylo’s neck, to rip open his throat and watch him bleed out. Or Ben- to smash Ben’s face against the cement walls you’ve been trapped in for so long until that cruel, horrible smirk is nothing but red paste-

And fingers touch your jaw. Matt’s eyebrows are pulled in high and tight, a little frown tugging at his lips.

And Matt with his soft caresses, the tenderness. It’s all fake, all show and ruin- he’d used you just the same as them and he doesn’t even have the decency to act like it is what it is. For him to pretend that he’s somehow better than them-

“What's…?” He starts, catches sight of the fire in your eyes.

"Fuck you." He starts to move back, towards the headboard. There’s no restraint to stop you from following, from lunging forward.

With your hands tied, all you have left is your teeth- teeth that sink into the first expanse of pale, mole-dotted skin that you can reach, teeth that sink in until the taste of his cum is washed away under blood-

And Matt screams.

[primasveraas-writing]

Star Wars- Skywalker Triplets AU

Request: “Okay so being in love is all well and good,but I am going to go in another direction,if Anakin and Padme had triplets,Luke,Leia and another daughter,who Kenobi gave to seemingly kindly couple only for them to be imperials and give the child to Vader,and Vader has the proof Palpatine lied to him,his daughter is alive after all and she grows up imperial princess,not afraid of Vader at all and hating Palpatine for all the grief he brought to both her parents 1/? Of course Vader would be different here too if he knew Palpatine betrayed him and so he is mostly a double agent,he teaches his daughter basically everything he knows about the force, mechanics and fighting and she finds Padme's old speeches and practices the confidence and the way of speaking as her mother had,she knows republic was flawed but so is empire and so were the Jedi,and this is all fine until they catch a Alderanni princess 2/? So yes maybe headcanons for this scenario?I kinda imagine her with Padme's face, Anakin's eyes and height and hair color with Padme's curls,I call her Layah in my head,this really just came out because just imagine the picture of terrifying Darth Vader being followed around by a toddler and imitating his voice and huffs,we totally call Palps Darth Hideous too,and then we meet the Alderanni princess who looks way too much like our mother,damn that Palps 3/3”

XXX

Padmé can’t help but to name her third child Shmi. It’s the last piece of Anakin she has, anyways, before her life force passes on

Obi-wan’s heart breaks when he tells her new parents on Tatooine a different name. Shmi is too direct, too much of a connection to the recently deceased Anakin Skywalker

His heart is further ripped apart when the child goes missing, given carelessly away by the couple he once trusted. They baby girl is  surrendered to the most dangerous men in the galaxy

Obi-wan Kenobi has failed Padmé for the last time. His watch over Luke is just as fierce and protective, but he prays Vader never realizes the truth about how many Skywalker siblings were actually born

Vader hardly recognizes his own child but for her power in the Force. And when she grows, carefully sheltered from his master’s view, he sees the beauty of her mother in her perfectly curled hair, accompanied by all the temperament of a young Anakin Skywalker

She is raised with all the anger of her father and all of the carefully leveraged ferocity of her mother. She is ruthless and stronger than any force previously known to the galaxy

Even Palpatine hardly dares to interfere. Of course, unpredictable Vader and his progeny will have to be taken care of one day, but he knows Darth Vader is a tool he cannot yet afford to lose

His apprentice is terrifying and unforgiving when he realizes who his child is. But Vader needs Palpatine, for he has nothing else in the galaxy, and Palpatine needs Vader to maintain his precious power

Vader, Palpatine, and Shmi all scheme, each with their own plots to take power for themselves. Shmi is relentless, keeping both the memory of her mother and who her father once was alive

Anakin Skywalker beings to fight Vader long before he ever meets his son or other daughter. Shmi is a light in his life, and he slowly realizes that he does not wish for his child to know the darkness as deeply and truly as he does

The first time he meets Leia, it is nearly enough to break him. But he complies with the orders of his master until Alderaan is nearly destroyed

Both Shmi and Vader resist. To Leia’s incredible surprise, the terrors of the galaxy are those who ensure the survival of her home planet and her eventual escape with Luke and Han

Palpatine is furious like never before. Vader knows its almost time to leave

When Bespin comes, Captain Solo sees mercy, but Boba Fett does not

Luke still comes running. Without much fanfare, Shmi and Vader reveal who Luke really is

The young Jedi is devastated. But he has surprising new allies in his sister and father

They promise to defeat Palpatine so long as the Rebellion helps overthrow the Empire

Luke tentatively agrees

For months, they meet and message in secret, until the time is right to attack. As the Empire attempts to gather their forces, Shmi and Vader indicate that now is the time

The Rebellion makes quick work of the Imperial forces, still weakened after the Death Star’s destruction years ago. They are led by their heroes: Luke, Han, Leia, Chewie, and Lando

Shmi and Vader defeat Palpatine, but at great cost

Ravaged by Sith lightning, and lightsaber wounds inflicted by a man seemingly powerless from age, Vader dies in his daughter’s arms

Shmi isn’t sure where to turn from there. Her father’s guidance was all she previously knew

Even though Leia is made reluctant by both the recent discovery of her true parentage and her sister’s villainous history, Luke welcomes Shmi with open arms

He understands the struggle between light and dark enough to hope for his sister’s full redemption

Life after the Empire isn’t perfect by any means. However, the Skywalker siblings now have each other, and that is enough for hope of better days.

[dontgoawayemily]

Ok, who’s gonna write the first Randy the Intern fanfic??

[floral-and-fine]

Exposing What’s Significant part 1

Solo!Triplets x Female!reader

Soulmate AU

Summary: An alternate universe where Matt and Kylo are Ben Solo’s clones. 

A/n: I am so siked about this idea! I wanted it to be only one part but figured it would be best to break it into parts, I have no idea how many parts yet. I’m hoping just one more. Also I hope I did it justice!

'Why do all the corridors have to look the same on this base?' Matt thought as he wandered around carrying his toolbox. Somewhere on this wing was a circuit board that needed replacing. It should be an easy fix if he could find the correct panel. The problem was that all the corridors in this place were identical.

His eyes scanned the area, he scrunched his face, that panel on the side could be the right one.

Matt crouched down and started to unscrew it lose. Taking a glance, all the wires and conductors looked fine, nothing needed fixing or replacing. Matt replaced the panel cover, this has to be the sixth one he's checked this morning.

Sighing, he picked up his toolbox, he has to be close to finding it, he had other repairs to make today.

Matt tripped, as a couple of stormtroopers pushed him aside, causing him to drop his wrench on the floor. He looked up from the floor and watched them walk past like he was nothing. Matt sat up picking up his wrench, as he stood back up. He readjusted his glasses, pushing them back up the bridge of his nose.

Just another morning on Starkiller base he thought to himself.

Matt refocused on his work, a part of him wished life was more exciting than this, that people respected him more than they did, but in the end, he figures he should just be grateful to be alive.

The boys were shivering exposed to the outside, dripping wet standing in the center of a large lab. They both had just been flushed out of their tanks. A little while ago the could barely stand.

The boys were scanned by different machines. The men in white coats flashed lights in their eyes, drew their blood with syringes, and conducted various tests.Then whispered among themselves.

"Inform the supreme leader," one of them announced.

Moments later an old man escorted by men in red armor entered the room. He raised his brow looking at the two adolescent boys.

"What would you have us do with the... mistake, sir?"

The blonde boy's eyes widened at the word 'mistake'.  

His eyes darted over to the boy next to him, they were identical in every way, with the exception of their hair. His own messy blonde tresses falling into his eyes, blurring his vision which was already unclear.

He watched the other boy who stood quietly, unflinchingly calm underneath the scrutinization of the scientist and of this 'supreme leader'.

There was nothing wrong with that one.

The blonde knew he was the mistake. There was something wrong with him. He began to cower behind one of the scientists, trying to remove himself from the direct gaze of the old man.

He feared the worst. He had only been awake for a few hours, his life couldn't possibly already be over?

"We'll find some type of use for him," the supreme leader decided.

"Of course, sir," The doctor agreed.

The supreme leader redirected his attention to the dark-haired boy, "And this one?"

"He's a perfect specimen, sir," the scientist replied, his tone full of pride. "An exact replica."

Perfect. That one was perfect. The blonde thought to himself.

"Come," barked the man to the dark-haired boy, who responded by raising his eyebrows.

"We start your training now, Kylo."

The dark-haired boy narrowed his eyes, "Ky-lo," he repeated in a dry scratchy voice, testing out his name.

The old man turned his heel followed by his red guards. Kylo glanced back at the other boy for a split second before following the man.

The blonde's shoulders slumped, at least he wasn't going to be disposed of, but everything about his existence still seemed so uncertain.

A silence fell upon the entire wing.

The two stormtroopers from earlier suddenly scurried back, then stood stock-still with their backs against the wall of the corridor.

Kylo Ren strode through the hall with an aura of purpose. He paid no mind to those he passed even though all eyes were on him.

With the utmost subtleness, Kylo turned his head looking down at Matt as he continued to make his way forward. Matt had heard that Kylo was sent to retrieve something important for the first order, he wondered if they had been successful.

An inaudible sigh of relief washed over the hall once Kylo was out of sight. Everyone on the base, with maybe the exception of General Hux, feared Kylo. It was crazy for Matt to imagine that he could’ve had the same respect.

Matt gathered his tools. There was still a circuit board that needed to be replaced. If he was lucky he could get it done before lunch.

"I win again, Dameron!" Ben boasted, jumping out of his X-wing. He took off his helmet, his thick black hair falling around his face.

Poe rolled his eyes and stretched his arms over his head. He loved Ben like a brother, but his competitiveness got real old after awhile.

"Don't get too cocky, Solo. I almost had you back there."

"Hey, nothing wrong with being the second best pilot in the resistance," Ben laughed heading towards the inside of the docking hangar.

'Woooo Beep Beep boop,' (Better than being the galaxy’s biggest jerk) screeched BB8 who rolled over to Poe’s side.

"I heard that BB!" Ben shouted back at the little droid.

'Beep' (ass.) BB added.

Poe nodded his head in agreement, "Couldn't have said it better myself little buddy."

He removed his flight gear and put on his jacket, before following Ben inside. Inside everyone was bustling around and working. Running down the hall, he caught up to Ben as they were approached by a messenger.

“The General has requested your presence in the comm room.”

“We shouldn’t keep her waiting,” Poe suggested.

Ben smirked, finally some action, it was getting way too boring around here lately.

"Mo- ugh General!" Ben corrected himself as he strutted over to the center of the room.

The comm room glowed lit with various holos and vids of base and data. The General was examining the latest reports from the Republic.

"General," Poe formally greeted.

Ben resisted the urge to laugh over Poe’s goody two shoes behavior. He was such a suck up, ever since they were children.  His mom always said that Poe was a good influence on him. Even though Ben had gotten Poe in plenty of trouble over the years.

"We're planning a small recon mission, I need my best to handle it," she explained, leaning forward against the table.  "Are you two up for it?"

Ben clapped a hand on Poe’s shoulder, “Of course we are!”

The mission was simple enough, go to Jakku retrieve the map and return home.

From inside the hut, Ben and Poe could hear the commotion outside from the villagers, something about an enemy ship entering the atmosphere.

“Sounds like we need to go,” Poe stated cautiously taking a peek from the window.

‘Woooop’ (oh no!) BB8 whirled around in a slight panic.

Suddenly the sound of blasters being fired filled the air.

“We need to get back to the ship.”

“What about all those people?” Ben asked.

The villagers were innocent. It felt wrong to abandon them, to leave them to their own devices, just for the First Order to kill them or take them, prisoner.

“I know you want to help them, but we can’t without jeopardizing our mission,” Poe advised.

Ben ran his fingers through his hair. He could hear them yelling and screaming. But Poe was right, they needed to get out of there.

“Fine,” he reluctantly agreed. “Let’s go.”

In the midst of all the chaos, a tall figure dressed all in black strutted towards them.

“Go!” Poe ordered Ben. “I’ll try to hold him off.”

Poe took a couple of shots with his blaster. The man easily dodged them. The last shot stopped, suspended in mid-air.

“Screw this,” Ben muttered to himself. “Get to the ship BB!”

“Hey!” Ben shouted, intervening despite Poe’s earlier objections, stepping in between Kylo and his friend.

He drew his lightsaber.

"Ben Solo," Kylo acknowledged. “We finally meet."

"So you're the infamous Kylo Ren," Ben evaluated his opponent looking him up and down. "I'm not impressed."

He had heard about how intimidating this guy was, but Ben wasn't seeing it. Kylo Ren was just another pawn of the supreme leader. Nothing to be afraid of.

"Is that so?" Kylo inched closer. Both of them had their hands firmly gripping the hilt of their lightsabers.

This had to have been the worst day of his life. So what if he got a little pissed off. But what his uncle said had gotten under his skin.

The words played over and over in his head, “Your weakness will be your undoing, you must fight against it.”

Aimlessly, Ben wandered around in the dark swamp. He just needed some space and time alone. His parents insisted that training with his uncle would be for the best. But Ben didn’t agree, he didn’t want to leave his home or his family. He didn’t care about being a Jedi.

In all honesty, he wanted to be a pilot, like his dad, but what he wanted didn’t matter.  

He found a spot to sit, on the log of a collapsed tree.

Ben sighed, he was trying his best. All he wanted was their approval, from his dad, his uncle, and his mother.

He hated it, anytime he felt anything or showed any kind of emotion his entire family reacted as if he was going to snap, and force choke all them.

But what made it even worse is that everyone assumed the worst of him.

He was approached by a stranger, an old man.

“I can sense your greatness, boy,” the stranger spoke.“The power that resides within you.”

Ben narrowed his eyes, standing and cautiously taking a step back. He didn’t know what it was about the stranger, but he made Ben feel uneasy.

“I can train you,” the man offered. “If you join me, you’ll never have to hold back.”

Ben looked at the ground, a part of him wanted to say yes. He was so tired of having to hold back, of having to worry about if something he did would remind them of Vader.

“I won’t join you,” Ben finally responded standing defiantly.

But this, this wasn’t the way to prove them wrong, it would only prove them right about him.

In a blink of an eye, their lightsabers collided. The red glow of Kylo’s lightsaber illuminated Ben’s face.

Ben spun around and swung his lightsaber again. Kylo easily dodged the strike, countering with a swing of his own.

"Fuck," Ben muttered falling back. He would never admit it, but this Kylo Ren was proving to be more of a challenge then he predicted.

Ben lunged forward, their lightsabers connecting again. No matter from which side or angle he came from his enemy was able to block or dodge it.

"Let's go, Ben!" Poe shouted trying to hold off the oncoming troops. "We're outnumbered!"

Ben looked at Poe, then back again at Kylo.

There wasn’t really any other option right now, the village was on fire and the stormtroopers were marching through and attacking. There’s no way Poe and he would be able to succeed.

“Fine,” Ben gave in.

Both of them made their way back to Poe’s ship. Kylo didn’t bother to chase after them, the stormtroopers pursued them instead. Out of breath, Ben climbed aboard the X-Wing. He turned, to offer Poe his hand to help him on the ship only to see that Poe wasn’t there behind.

“Dameron?!” Ben shouted. When did they get separated?

“Just go!” Ben heard Poe scream.

Out in the distance, Ben could see Poe being captured by a couple of stormtroopers.

‘Woo Wop’ (what about Poe?) BB8 asked.

“We can’t BB, we have to go now.”

Ben couldn't believe it! He had been bested by some First Order bitch in a black dress, and his best friend is now their prisoner. Not to mention he somehow lost the map during all the anarchy.

"Damn coward hiding behind that ugly ass mask," he sneered.  

Ben shook his head, he was letting his anger get the best of him. He flopped on his bed and crossed his legs. He focused on his breathing. 'in and out, in and out.' He needed to have more control than this, he was a Jedi and fighter for the resistance. He should be calm, cool, collected.

Next time he'll get that smug bastard and knock him down a peg! In fact, he'll be taking down the whole Order! Ben thought to himself clutching his fists tightly.

"Hey," a voice interrupted his thoughts.

Ben looked up to see his mom enter through the doorway.

"I figured you'd still be pissed about what happened earlier and blaming yourself for everything. So I brought you some dinner," Leia announced holding a tray in her hands.

Ben smiled, she could've just ordered someone to bring him food, but this was her excuse to come see him.

"Thanks," he said, giving her a small smile.

She placed the tray on his desk and sat next to him on the bed.

"Let's talk about it," she offered, looking back him concerned. He loved seeing this side of his mother, the part of her that wasn't a General or princess, but just a mom.

Ben sighed, he might as well get it all off his chest.

“It’s all my fault about Poe,” he muttered.

“He knew the risks,” she reminded him, trying to make him feel better.

“No, it is my fault,” Ben argued. “If I didn’t engage with the enemy… if I just listened, maybe it would’ve turned out differently.”

“It’s going to be alright,” Leia soothed, rubbing his shoulder.

"But that guy, Kylo Ren,” Ben uttered the name with disgust. “He got under my skin... I couldn't get the upper hand. It was like he knew my every move," Ben admitted, running his fingers through his hair.

"Well, he is a force user like yourself perhaps-" Leia started until Ben cut her off.

"No, it wasn't like that, it had nothing to do with the force," he explained. He replayed every move in his mind, every hit and every block, all of it. He looked up at his mom, shaking his head slightly.

"He fought just like me," Ben narrowed his eyes frowning as he thought about it. "Exactly like me... just more reckless, like he had nothing to lose."

He put his head in his hands, "I'm sorry, I fucked up. I’m sorry I failed."

"I'm just glad you're home safe," she held her son, wrapping her arms around his shoulder. She was aware of all the stress he put himself, she felt the same type of pressure on herself.

"I know, mom."

Still damp from his shower, Kylo’s entire body tensed, his entire body reacted to seeing his own reflection from the corner of his eye. His hands bunched into tight fists, while he stood aggressively across from the mirror.

Kylo rarely saw himself without the helmet, so it didn’t immediately register in his mind that he was looking at himself, instead, it was like looking at Ben Solo. For a moment he was back in that desert.

He studied his face closely. The resemblance between them was not a surprise. But after having fought Ben face to face, it had made Kylo weary of his own appearance.

There was something else that Kylo was preoccupied with, and that was the result of their recent battle. They were too evenly matched, which was more than Kylo cared for. He should’ve been able to tear through him easily.

He would not be bested by that arrogant fool. Kylo would double or triple his time training in order to surpass Ben.

“What is this?” Kylo asked examining the artifact that the supreme leader had presented him with. It didn’t make any sense that he would give this to him.The helmet in question was so badly damaged that Kylo couldn’t imagine what purpose it could serve.

“It is a remnant from the past,” Snoke explained. “That helmet belonged to Darth Vader, a powerful sith lord.”

“Darth Vader,” Kylo recognized the name, it came up in his lessons. He clutched the helmet tighter.

“You are his grandson, part of his bloodline.”

“You mean Ben Solo is his grandson, he’s the one you created me from,” Kylo replied, furrowing his brow.

Snoke squinted his eyes, that obviously wasn’t the response he was wanting. Kylo had become increasingly rebellious, questioning his purpose and place with the First Order. The boy was smart enough not the voice these thoughts of his, but the supreme leader could sense the doubts in Kylo’s mind.

“He would be proud of you Kylo. He would be proud of your work.”

Kylo didn’t understand why, but he liked the idea of someone feeling proud of him.

Kylo exited the refresher and looked over at the helmet, which was displayed in his room. It was one of his very few personal possessions.

“Grandfather,” he muttered to himself, sitting across from it. He would never dare speak of his doubts out loud. But he couldn’t help but wonder if this was the path he was meant to be on.

He stared at the helmet stoically in stony silence. Kylo wanted some sort of guidance, but there was no one he could turn to.

What would Darth Vader think of Ben Solo, his real grandson? Ben Solo the Jedi? What would he think of Kylo’s weakness?

Kylo grabbed his lightsaber.  He headed straight for the training room. He wouldn’t fail again.

You had been captured by the First Order in a small village in Jakku. Two stormtroopers had taken you as you tried to escape into the desert away from the fighting and the chaos. With all your might you struggled against them hoping to break free.

Once inside the ship, your hands were restrained. You were completely clueless as to why they had even attacked Jakku. The stormtroopers wouldn’t answer any of your questions.

You watched as they dragged several other prisoners into the ship. Quietly, you tried your best to free your hands without drawing too much attention to yourself.

The stormtroopers escorted you and the rest of the prisoners to various holding cells. There was one prisoner, in particular, that was taken to a different area. You overheard that that prisoner was going to be interrogated.  

Still wriggling your hands you were finally successful at getting one loose. This was your chance, you had to at least try to escape and get away from this place. You pushed one of the stormtroopers aside stealing his blaster as you did so. Quickly you fired at the others, then started running.

You ran through various corridors, trying to lose them.

With your back pressed against the wall, you hid behind the corner. Hopefully, you were able to get them off your trail. This whole base was like a maze, but you couldn’t stay in one spot for too long if you were trying to avoid getting caught. Holding your breath you peeked around, the hall was empty.

You hissed feeling your neck start to burn.

“What the hell?” you muttered to yourself, you did not need this right now. Why out of all places in the whole galaxy would your soulmate be here?

You turned to look behind you, to see a tall man in an orange vest looking very confused as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. You knew an instant that he was the one. Your soulmate.

You stepped away from the wall and stood directly in front of him. His entire body froze as his eyes went wide.

The way you looked at him made his heart race. Nobody in Matt's life had ever looked at him like this. You were staring at him and just him with tears brimming at the edge of your eyes.

You wrapped your arms around his middle. Hesitantly, the blonde held you. You could hear his heart speed up as you pressed your head against his chest.

"You're him," you whispered, this was unbelievable.  

"Him who?" he asked confused, not that he minded being hugged by a pretty girl.

You blinked your eyes, pulling back a little to look up at his face. Matt already missed your closeness, so he tightened his hold on you like you might slip away.

"My soulmate," you stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Soulmate?" Matt repeated, he didn't understand. How did he, a mistake, deserve a soulmate.

"You feel it right there don't you?" you motioned to the back of her neck.

He nodded his head.

“Well, that’s where your soulmark is,” you explained. “Just like mine.”

A sweet smile formed on his lips, “can I see it?”

You nodded, letting him take a look at your neck. His fingers traced the outline of the triangle that was identical to his own tattoo on his neck.

“I’m Matt,” he introduced himself.

“y/n.” 

“Y/n,” he repeated your name, sighing.

“Why haven’t I seen you around before?” Matt asked.

You let out a nervous laugh, surely he wouldn’t turn you in, would he? He seemed so kind and gentle.

“I just escaped,” you began to fill him in. “I was captured and brought here.”

You looked up at his face to gauge his reaction. He face was scrunched, and filled with concern.

“I’ll keep you safe,” Matt promised.

Footsteps echoed through the corridor, someone was headed your way. Without thinking, Matt took your hand and started running. He didn’t really have a plan or a place to take you, but neither of you could stay out in the open like this.

In his haste, Matt collided into a stormtrooper.They both fell backward. During the fall, Matt’s glasses slipped off his face.

You wanted to help him up, but you were frozen with fear. What if this stormtrooper would try to capture you. You prayed that you weren’t getting Matty in any trouble for this as well.  

“Matt are you okay?” the stormtrooper asked in a surprisingly kind voice.

“FN2187?” Matt reached over picking his glasses up off the floor. “What are you doing here?”

This was the cellblock where the First Order kept and interrogated prisoners, FN2187 didn’t have a reason to be there.

“Listen, I don’t really have much time to talk,” FN2187 explained.

You entwined your fingers with Matt. His eyes widened, he totally forgot that he needed to hide you someplace safe.

“Us too,” Matt mumbled rubbing the back of his head.

The stormtrooper nodded his head, “Goodbye Matt.”

Matt looked over at you, his soulmate, “let’s go.”

“Sir,” one of the officers spoke. “We’ve received an SOS from Dameron.”

Ben’s eyes lit up. Poe was ok and he managed to escape from the First Order. He stood up immediately and started putting his gear on. There wasn’t any time to spare.

“Where is he?” Ben asked, already heading straight towards the docking bay.

“Jakku, sir.”

“Inform the General,” he ordered. “I’m going back to Jakku.”

Ben needed this, a chance at redemption. He was going to rescue Poe and find the map.

In his X Wing, he plotted a course back to Jakku using Poe’s last known coordinates.

As he reached his destination, Ben laughed spotting Poe standing near the wreckage of a stolen tie fighter. He felt a wave of relief wash over him seeing his friend alive.

“Poe!” he shouted exiting the ship.

“Solo!”

“Who this?” Ben asked acknowledging the stranger with Poe.

“This is Finn,” Poe announced. “He helped me escape.”

Ben extended his hand shaking Finn’s.

“You look kind of familiar…” Finn muttered releasing Ben’s hand and squinting his eyes.

Ben shrugged, “I don’t think we’ve met before.”

Finn nodded dropping the subject. “Well now that we have a way off this planet, we should probably get going,”

“Not yet, I’ve got to find that map,” Ben explained. “I need to complete our mission.”

“The First Order will be here soon,” Finn replied. “We need to leave.”

Poe nodded his head, it was dangerous but they couldn’t let the First Order have the map.

“We need to return to where the village was and then start our search from there,” Poe suggested.

“You guys are crazy! Did either of you hear me?!” Finn groaned, throwing his hands in the air.

“Your new friend seems kinda anxious,” Ben muttered.

“Well he did just betray the First Order,” Poe stated. . . . It was like deja vu.

Finn had warned them that the First Order would find them if they stayed on Jakku and he was right.

“You guys head back to the ship,” Ben ordered, “I’m going to find that map.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Poe retorted, “Haven’t you learned anything from last time?”

“Yeah, I learned that we don’t really have time to argue,” Ben replied smirking.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Finn added.

“Damn it,” Poe resigned, “When we have some time, like when we’re not being chased by stormtroopers with blasters, we really need to sort out your priorities.”

Ben laughed, “Just get going!”

Finn and Poe fled back in the direction of the ship. Ben started running again, hopefully, he would find the map before the First Order caught up with him.

On the horizon, Ben could see the remains of the village. As he approached closer he could make out a figure waiting for him amongst all the rubble.

“Fancy seeing you here again,” Ben greeted Kylo Ren.

He could sense that the map was near, he must have dropped it somewhere close by. Ben took out his lightsaber.

Kylo removed his mask, carelessly dropping it on the ground, before preparing to attack.

Ben froze, he couldn't believe his eyes.

“Wha- How?”

This was the most surreal experience of Ben’s life. Standing across from him was another version of himself, like facing his evil twin.

Without hesitation, Kylo attacked swinging his lightsaber straight down onto Ben, who was barely able to block in the last second.

Using as much strength as he could muster, Ben pushed against Kylo’s saber and rolled out from underneath him. But within that split second Kylo struck again.

Ben screamed in agony feel the searing burn as the lightsaber cut through his flesh. Everything sort of went dark after that. . . . “Solo!?”

He wanted to open his eyes, but he felt too weak.

“Ben, shit, we need to get you home,” Poe muttered.

“Mom?” Ben croaked, waking up in the infirmary.

“Ben, it’s alright,” she reassured.

Something felt off, Ben shifted on the bed but his arm, he couldn’t feel.

He sat straight up, pushing the sheets down. His pulse raced, how did this happen?

His left arm was gone. Ben stared at the stub. The last thing he remembered was the searing pain he felt as Kylo overpowered him. Ben regulated his breathing as it all started to sink in. He just lost his arm to Kylo Ren, who was a clone of himself. It all sounded so crazy.

“It’s going to be ok,” his mother gently took ahold of his right hand. “There is some good news, Poe found the map after he found you.”

“What happened to Ren?” Ben asked.

“Poe said he was already gone when they found you,” she explained.

Ben sighed, why didn’t Ren just kill him?

He looked around the room and noticed a mechanical hand laying on a table, must be his new hand.

“At least I’m keeping the family tradition alive,” he muttered to himself.

Back on Starkiller base, an unfortunate officer informed Kylo Ren that another prisoner had escaped.

No other ships had been taken, so it meant that the prisoner was hiding still somewhere on base. Kylo examined the corridors nearby where the prisoner had last been seen.

“Matt,” he whispered to himself, as he sighted the lone toolbox on the floor. Kylo didn’t waste any time and headed directly towards Matt’s living quarters.

"Where is she?" Kylo hissed.

"W-who?" Matt stuttered, trying to keep his cool.

"Don't play these games with me," Kylo said raising his voice. "I know about the girl."

"She's..." Matt's eyes darted to the door.

"Is she in there!?"

Kylo slammed Matt against the wall. Matt winced in pain, squirming as Kylo held him there by his shirt.

Hearing the commotion outside of Matt’s room you panicked, worried that he’d get injured over you.

"Please don't hurt him," you begged bursting out of the room.

The masked man's grip on Matt loosened the moment he noticed you.

“The prisoner-” He stopped speaking. His entire body tensed.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling your soulmate tattoo starting to burn again.

This didn't make any sense, you found your soulmate. So how was this happening all over again?

His hands fell to his sides.

"What is this?" he growled stepping closer to you.

“She’s our soulmate,” Matt answered him quietly.

Kylo grabbed your upper arm dragging back into Matt’s room. Matt followed.

Now that all of you were somewhere private, the man removed his helmet revealing his face which was identical to Matt’s.

He looked just like Matt, but with more intensity. The dark-haired man stared at you. His irises traced every curve of your face. With a gloved hand, he caressed your cheek.

Slowly, your fingertips met his skin tracing his jaw. He took hold your hand and nuzzled his cheek against it. Closing his eyes he savored the feeling of your touch.

“Come with me,” Kylo offered.

"Where are you taking her?" Matt asked in a worried voice.  

"To my quarters," Kylo stated, picking his helmet up, holding it in his hands.

"Why?"

"You can't honestly believe that I would let her stay here?"

"What's wrong with my room?" Matt questioned.

"It's so small... Where does she even sleep?"

"In my bed..."

Kylo narrowed his eyes, "So where do you sleep?"

Matt's face went red at the question, it's not like he's done anything inappropriate, he didn't feel ready to be intimate with you yet. But there really wasn't much space in here for him to sleep anywhere else.

"I want to stay,” you spoke up.

For a brief moment, Kylo looked hurt.

"Do you... not like me?"  He frowned, looking disgusted with himself for even asking such a question.

"No, I do! I just don't want Matty to be alone."

"But you're not concerned about me in the same way?" he countered, raising an eyebrow at you.

Kylo touched your face again, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.

"Perhaps... we can work something out," he mused. “My quarters are more comfortable, and there’s enough room for all of us.”

Matt’s head perked up, if he heard Kylo correctly then he was suggesting that the three of them should live together.

It was like some horrible nightmare, witnessing Starkiller base destroy the entire Republic. It was obvious that they would be targeting the resistance next.

In the comm room, people kept shouting and talking over one another.Everyone was in a panic over it, they needed a plan, a way to either hide or destroy the First Order’s new weapon.

Suddenly, Finn spoke up. Apparently, he knew a way to that they could destroy the entire base. Finn had Poe’s and Ben’s support which quickly earned him the support of the rest of the resistance members who were present for the meeting.

Finally, Leia gave the orders and everyone on base prepared for what very well could be their last mission.

You were laying in bed, Matt’s head resting on your tummy as you absentmindedly played with his hair. He had fallen asleep a little while ago, his breathing was low and steady.

Kylo was right, living in his quarters had been much more comfortable. The bedroom alone was three times bigger than Matt’s entire living space. In fact, the three of you sharing the space had been working out quite nicely.

The more time you spent with them, the more you realized how starved for affection both of them were. Not that you minded their constant pets and caresses and responding to them in kind.

Just as you thought you might fall asleep as well, alarms started blaring, startling you.

Matt practically jumped, waking from his nap.Sleepily, he fumbled around getting his glasses off the nightstand.

“What’s going on?” he muttered.

The doors opened and Kylo marched in, directly towards you.

“We need to leave!” he shouted the urgency evident in his voice.

“Oh alright,” Matt said, gathering a few of his things, “just let me-”

“NOW!” Kylo barked. He took your hand. You could barely keep up as Kylo led you and Matt to the docking bay.

“What’s happening?”

“The resistance is attacking the base, I need to get you to safety,” Kylo stated.

Ben watched as a Tie fighter fled the hangar. He could feel it in his very gut that Kylo was piloting that ship.

He felt his blood boil, that damn clone was running away like a coward!

There was no way Ben was going to let Kylo get away that easily. Despite the direct orders from his mother, Ben chased after the ship in his X wing.

It was time to settle this once and for all.

It didn’t take Ben long to catch up with Kylo. In a few moments, he was riding on Kylo’s tail.

Kylo maneuvered quickly taking risky turns to lose Ben. Matt had his arms wrapped around you protectively holding you against his chest.

Ben smirked to himself, Kylo was a decent pilot but was nowhere near his own skill. Now all he had to do was take a shot, it had to be just right. Ben didn’t want to kill him, well not like that.

Ben fired damaging the side of the ship. Kylo would have to act quickly in order to make a safe landing.

The ship shook violently as it was hit. Matt’s arms held you still, as Kylo made an emergency landing.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded, you were just scared.

“Stay here.” Kylo gently stroked your cheek.

He got out of the ship.

“Solo,” Kylo growled through gritted teeth.

“You honestly thought I’d let you get away?” Ben shouted. “I was surprised that you, of all people, would abandon your mission… you’re so obsessive I was sure you’d burn with the base.”

“Really? Because isn’t that what you just did?” Kylo retorted. “Rather than concern yourself with your real objective, you pursued catching me instead.”

Ben snarled.

He hurled himself at Kylo. Soon their lightsabers clashed against each other. It was just like their previous fights. They were so evenly matched that it was hard to tell who had the upper hand.

Ben’s lightsaber grazed Kylo’s face.

“Kylo!” you screamed scrambling out of the ship and running towards him.

Ben dropped his lightsaber wincing as he felt his neck began to burn. His hand rubbed the back of his neck.

“What the hell?” he whispered to himself. Rapidly he blinked his eyes, why was his soulmate mark burning?

His mouth hung open when he saw you standing protectively by Kylo. You were beautiful.

Matt followed you out of the wreckage, he took your hand in his.

Ben stared at the three of you slack-jawed. Another clone and his soulmate?

Kylo stepped in front of you, shielding you with his body. Blood was dripping down from his face and off his chin.

"This has to be some kind of joke?" Ben mumbled. How did they find her before he did? He lowered his lightsaber.

"Come with me!" Ben demanded, offering his hand to you.

You shook your head, this didn't feel right, you shouldn't have to choose like this.

"They aren't me!" he argued. "You're supposed to be with me!"

"I don't think it's that simple..." you mumbled.

"It is.”

"I-I-”

Ben cut you off before you could even finish your thought.

"You can't possibly love them?” he questioned with disgust.

You glanced at Matt then at Kylo, before looking Ben in the eye. You did. You loved Matt it was impossible not to love him. And you knew you were falling in love with Kylo.

It was Ben who you knew nothing about. There were still the same attraction, the same invisible force that pulled you towards him, that same feeling. But Matt, Kylo, and you had already started to bond.

Another X-wing landed in the same vicinity. Matt held you close to him, while Kylo took a defensive stance.

“Ben?! What the hell were you thinking?!” Poe yelled, frustrated that he had to track Ben down.

Poe stopped talking, shutting his mouth, how in the world were there three Bens?

Finn joined Poe’s side, climbing out of the ship.

“Matt?” he questioned surprised, not expecting to see the blonde here of all places.

“FN2187?”

“It’s just Finn now,” he explained. “What is going on here?”

The group didn’t respond right away. Matt shuffled his feet looking down at the ground. Kylo lowered his lightsaber and leaned on you a bit. His injury causing him to feel unsteady.

Ben too, lowered his lightsaber. He ran his hand over his face, before turning to face his friend.

“Meet my clones and my soulmate,” he announced in an annoyed tone.

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[xsister-serpent]

I Dig You Part 3

Summary: Goth!Reader x Kylo meet on tumblr and their friendship evolves to something more. But what happens when the reader wants to finally meet Kylo face to face?

Warnings: Brutal Fluff. 

A/N:  Here’s the final product of this series! I really enjoyed writing this final chapter and giving the reader and Kylo a well deserved reconciliation. Matt’s messages are orange, reader’s messages are purple and Kylo’s messages are red. 

Tagging: @move-im-indigenous@angstybadboytrash @brookewiththeface @that-girl-named-alex  @empressthallia I hope you guys enjoy part 2 as much as part 1

The next morning you woke up to Kylos’ on pouring messages. His excuses only made you more frustrated seeing how generic they were. You were happy you didn’t give him your phone number. You could only imagine the voicemails he would leave. You blocked him from majority of your social media, however you still kept his Tumblr blog.

How could I be so dumb, you cursed, There’s a show for this type of crap and you fell for!!

As you scrolled through your Netflix a chime went off on your phone. You glanced at it and suddenly another chime sounded. With a sigh you grabbed your phone to read it. To your surprise it wasn’t Kylo, in fact in was another mutual blog you both followed. Its Spiderman icon lit up with one message. You clicked it open hoping it would distract you from your current heartbreak.

Hey Y/N it’s Matt, I know we’ve been mutuals for a while, and I want to tell you that Kylo told me what happened last night. And he’s really really sorry.

You re-read his message in disbelief.

How do you know about what happened? Did he message you on this??

This was becoming a shit show for you now. Not only did your private life spill on the internet but Kylo was a talker too. You impatiently waited for a reply.

I’m his brother. We’re Triplets. He admitted.

You placed your fingers on your temples, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Prove it.

The message was read and soon Matt sent over a link to his instagram. You clicked it and there you saw Kylo’s username tagged with young baby photos of triplets, middle school photos and birthday videos of the three them. You read his comments of them and even the arguments they had. You chewed the inside of your cheek as you heard his voice in Matt’s videos.

Believe me now? He messaged.

You sighed heavily and began typing.

Okay, you got five minutes.

With the minutes Matt sent a three part message of why Kylo was late. You read the message aloud to better your understanding.

He’s a really good guy. He just has a couple of superficial issues.

You paused as you read the message. With a puff of courage you went to Kylo’s Tumblr and clicked on the message icon. It had a green spot to it meaning he was online and waiting for your reply.

I’m willing to give you a second chance since your brother vouched for you.

Within seconds Kylo replied.

What did he say?

He told me why you didn’t show up. But I want to hear it from you. Meet me at Coffee Hutt off of Tatooine Street around 7.

Okay I’ll be there.

Before you exited the chat another message popped up.

Thank you Y/N, you won’t regret this.

You exited the chat and sighed as you laid back on your bed. Your dogs looked up at you from their pillows. You slipped on a pair of comfortable black jeans and grabbed a Slayer hoodie from your closet. Your dogs looked up at you curiously.

“Alright girls, what do you say we got for a walk?”

You walked your two dogs down to the coffee shop. You sat down outside and waited for a barista to come and take your order. You suddenly heard your dogs whine excitedly as footsteps came. You looked up and saw Finn one of baristas you’ve known since high school.

“Hey Little Sweethearts!!,” Finn smiled greeting them, “Good to see you too Y/N but even better to see these beauties!!”

Your dogs were all over Finn hopping on his lap and playfully nibbling at his shoes.

“What can I get you for today?” He asked.

“Oh the usual please. And a pup cup for these dummies.”

“Sounds good,” he smiled as he petting the dogs.

Finn walked inside and you anxiously looked at your watch. It was only five minutes till 7 and the fear of being stood up again came. Nyx must’ve sense your unease as she placed her head on your lap. While Xena’s body leaned up against your leg in her own special way of reassurance.

“Lets hope he shows,” you sighed as you scratched Nyx’s ears and rubbed Xena’s side.

Your dogs curled up beside your feet as pulled out your phone and began to text your new buddy Chris. You were so wrapped in your guys meme conversation you didn’t hear footsteps coming towards you. Xena let out a quiet mix of a bark and woof, while Nyx stood upright her ears attentively pointing forward.

“You’ll get your pup cups soon enough fatsos,” you chuckled.

“Y/N?” Said a familiar deep voice.

 You glanced up and saw a tall man dressed in all black. His hair was black and reached to his shoulders. His ember eyes had a hint of a glow to them as you took in his features. His face was narrow and his lips a soft pink hue. Your eyes drifted to his scar on the right side of his face. You understood why Matt said ‘superficial’, but you didn’t care. All that matter was that he was here. In the flesh. You both seem to gaze at one another in silence finally taking in each others presence.

“Kylo?” You asked.

“Yea,” he answered breathlessly, “Do you mind if I sit down?”

You motioned the chair across from you and your dogs watched him intently. Kylo held out his hand letting the girls sniff it.

“Xena and Nyx right?” He asked as they gave him a small lick and went back to you.

“Yea,” you spoke patting the both of them.

Kylo looked back at you his honey brown eyes searching yours. He took a breath, “I really want to apologize about yesterday. I didn’t mean to stand you up, truly. You didn’t deserve that and you have every right to be angry at me. I won’t blame you if you don’t want to be my friend anymore. All I’m asking of you, right now, is a few minutes to explain myself.”

You nodded silently as you sat back in your chair. Kylo began to share in details about his reasons why he was late. From the traffic, to the phone, and his credit card dilemma. He even shared the situation with a kid that taunted him in the freeway. You had sat quietly, attentively listening to his explanation. For the most part his facts were straight and match Matts story word for word. There were other things you noticed too. The way his hands would fidget when he was talking and his intense eyes holding yours. Most of all the hurt in his eyes as he explained these things to you. His voice suddenly became quiet, “There’s also something else too. I went into the restaurant and saw you.”

“Why didn’t you walk up to me??” You questioned, “I was there waiting for you..”

He paused and bit his lip, “I saw you talking with that blonde guy and I was…well…mad. Jealous.”

You furrowed your brow, “What? Because I'm talking to a guy???”

“No, no! Not at all,” he quickly replied, “I..”

His voice trailed off as he looked the other way clenching his jaw.

“You looked really happy and he was smiling at you. I mean he looked really…” His eyes suddenly began to glisten, “I..I know I’m not good looking.”

His hand instinctually went to his face. Your mind began to piece together of what he was saying. Suddenly your stomach dropped Oh. 

 “Kylo ..” you pleaded.

He shook his head pausing you. He brokenly smiled and blinked a few times, “I have big ears, a weird nose and a tall lanky body, and this ugly looking scar. It would only makes sense for someone like him, blonde blue eyed guy to fall for you too.”

You gazed at him seeing his openness and vulnerability. Kylo wiped his eyes quickly and cleared his throat. “That’s what majority of woman want and that isn’t me. I figured it was better for me not to ruin your expectations.”

You could tell he was not an open book for anyone just to read, you had learned that through your messages. Your hand reached over to his. It took him by surprise as he nearly jumped from your touch.

“I accept your apology,” you spoke, “For the record you did not ruin my expectations, you met them.”

Kylo wiped his tear away and held your hand a bit tighter. You felt something inside you ignited from his touch, a certain warmth.

“Just don’t run out on me anymore okay? My legs are too short to keep up with you,” you joked trying to lighten the mood.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he sniffled, “Yea you are pretty short.”

Finn came through the doors and walked towards your table.

“Here’s your order Y/N,” spoke Finn handing you your drink. “And here’s your drinks you cutie patooties,” Finn exclaimed in a squeaky voice to Xena and Nyx.

Kylo’s eyes suddenly traveled to Finn, “Finn?”

“Kylo?,” Finn questioned, “What are you doing here?”

“On a date,” Kylo’s face suddenly turned into horror as he stared at the shop.

“Is everything okay?” You asked Kylo who was still holding onto your hand.

“Oh God, Is he here?” Kylo asked Finn.

“Yea, your bro is in the back,” Finn answered hesitantly pointing his thumb behind him.

Suddenly man who looked like Kylo went to the stores window. It was another triplet, Ben from what you remembered. A toothy smile came across Ben’s face as he tapped the window.

“IS THAT HER?!!,” Ben shouted through the window.

“Okay we are leaving now,” Kylo quickly spoke leaving a 20 dollars on the table, “Thank you Finn have a goodnight.”

“You too man,” Finn said waving, “Bye Y/N, bye little sweethearts!”

As Kylo grabbed your drink as you grabbed your dogs leashes. You four briskly walked down the street and you couldn’t help but laugh as Kylo kept on looking over his shoulder.

“Avoiding your brother?” You chuckled as you both came to a cross walk.

“Always,” he replied pressing the walk button.

You wanted to pinch yourself to see if this was real that you had finally meet him. Your gazed up at him seeing the neon lights reflect his eyes and outlining his strong profile. 

“You’re beautiful,” you heard yourself say. 

Kylo’s eyes went to you as if you spoke gibberish. A bashful smile adorned his face as he looked down while you walked beside him. Oh my god his smile!! you screamed internally. Kylo began walking closer to you now. Your shoulders touched his and while his hand ghosted yours.  

“You’re beautiful too,” he spoke as he brought your hand to his lips placing a small kiss on your knuckles. A sudden shove scooted you apart as Xena looked at Kylo with a glare almost, while Nyx playfully looked at him.

“Yes you two are too,” Kylo sighed with a laugh.