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vibrantbirdy · 1 year

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No Survivors: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Fic

Title: No Survivors Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi; Action/Adventure; Enemies to (almost) Allies; Hurt/Comfort; Romance if you squint Setting: Pre The Force Awakens Characters: Kylo Ren x Female Reader Chapters: 1/1 (Complete) Word Count: 3k Warnings: Detailed (probably inaccurate) descriptions of injury/aftermath of injury (non-fatal impalement); descriptions of (probably inaccurate) emergency/makeshift medical treatment; mild descriptions of death from a crashed ship; mild sexuality; mild/canon typical swearing

Summary: You are Resistance fighter who has been captured. You are in transit aboard a First Order transport destined for an Imperial prison on the swamp moon of Delka 6. When a violent electromagnetic storm brings down the ship, you appear to be the only survivor. That is until you come across Supreme Leader Snoke's primary warlord, Kylo Ren, amid the wreckage. The volatile Ren is injured and you have to decide whether you can put your reservations aside to help him in the aftermath of the crash.

You open your eyes and your vison is blurry. Your head pounds. As the world languishes into focus, you realise that you are staring up at the clear night's sky.

But something is wrong. The constellations look strange tonight. Where is Sheyn's bow? And why does Terrin's saber have several stars missing from its hilt?

Slowly, you realise you are not lying on the soft grass in the meadow by your family's farm. Your sister is not here beside you. You are not laughing as you star gaze together and make up silly names for your own constellations.

Pekka's left knee. Channa's wonky nose.

You are not at home on Bakura at all.

Instead, you are wet through and frozen to your bones. You are lying in a marshy puddle, and sharp, thick reeds are stabbing uncomfortably into your flesh. Your saturated clothes are plastered unpleasantly to your cold skin. With each inhale, the damp smell of rot and sodden earth fills your nostrils. A cloud of tiny insects swarm around your face and bite at your skin, feasting on your blood. Then, you notice that your ankle is throbbing dully. You sit up to examine it, cringing and shivering as filthy bog water drips from the tangled mess of your soaking wet hair and down your back.

Not broken. Good.

The fuzzy outline of your memories start to take shape. This must be Delka 6, your destination. You remember the storm already raging as the prison transport juddered through orbit and into the moon's atmosphere. The sky alight with white fire flashing violently through the slit of a window in your cell. You hear the shouts and cries of others, the unholy metal screeching cacophony of the ship as rips itself apart around you spiral down helplessly into the black abyss.

You must have been thrown clear of the wreckage.

The transport had been moderately sized, equipped for long journeys with living quarters and communal areas for the Troopers and cells for twenty prisoners. Only six of these were filled by the time you reached Delka 6.

You didn't know any of them, at least not to begin with. But stuck with nothing else to do in a miserable cell for days on end, you'd joined in sharing tales through the bars with the rest of them. Stories of your family and friends and life before the First Order when you thought you might one day complete your medical training and become a doctor.

Your heart breaks for the lives lost. God speed rebels. Brave men and women of the Resistance, fighting the good fight, just like you.

That is until a botched recon job on a backwater world in the Outer Rim lead the First Order right to you...

You spot a flash of brilliant white a few meters in front of you, shocking against the grim landscape. You realise it's the helmet of a Stormtrooper, broken and smashed and sullied by the thick mud. You're surprised to feel a twang of of unexpected sympathy for the Trooper and his fallen comrades.

As you stagger to your feet, you wander aimlessly for a time, feet sinking and sticking in the marsh. Amongst the debris you come across the bodies of more Stormtroopers and fellow prisoners alike.

Here and there, fuel fires still burn ferociously, eerie little funeral pyres in the dark water.

Suddenly, a drawn out howl of pain and rage echoes across the marsh. You spin around, trying to pinpoint the location of the cry and spot a torn-off section of the transport.

You wade through the bog. It's unpleasant, especially with your aching ankle which complains as you have to rip it free of cloying, stinking mud with every step.

As you reach the remnant of the the vessel, you have to duck and weave under sparking wires and clamber over and under pieces of jagged metal. When you finally make it inside, the interior is surprisingly intact - an officer's personal quarters - and it's an odd and surreal juxtaposition to the hellish wasteland outside.

A tall young man, about your own age is half sitting, half lying on his bed. He is barefoot, clothed in simple sleeping attire of three-quarter length black pants and a loose long sleeved shirt.

He has a full head of thick, shaggy raven hair which falls in waves around his long, interesting face. His prominent, aquiline nose sits well with his other features - deep set eyes, full lips and a sharp well-defined jawline.

Under normal circumstances you would have considered him to be handsome, but you recognise him immediately even without his fearsome mask.

Kylo Ren.

You've heard the stories. Ren is Supreme Leader Snoke's formidable dark apprentice. Powerful with the Force, an elemental warrior driven by a mixture of blistering internal rage and radical First Order doctrine.

It all makes sense now. The strange, tense atmosphere between the Stormtroopers on the ship. They'd been so uptight, hardly deigning even to making a passing jest at the expense of their prisoners. All because Ren had been on the transport. Kriff knows why he needed to visit a backwater swamp like Delka 6.

Ren is propped up at an uncomfortable angle as if he has been interrupted while rising from the bed. Oddly, he is framed by a variety of metal spikes, as if the bed has been designed to resemble some dark, otherworldly throne.

After a moment, you realise that these spikes are actually durasteel rods from the ship's internal frame work. They must have slammed through the wall of Ren's sleeping quarters on crash impact.

With a jolt of horror, you suddenly understand that one rod is jutting upwards through his back and out through his left shoulder.

Ren is panting with exertion, breathing hard through his teeth. His brow is ridged in a deep furrow of pain. Sweat is dripping from tendrils of black hair into wild, anguished eyes and down his neck.

Sensing your presence, he looks up at you. His face is unguarded and softened by distress. In this moment, he appears disarmingly like any other young man.

"Please," he says quietly.

His tone is low and firm, but it is filled with a humility you don't expect. Still, you hesitate in the doorway, saying nothing. Your resolve solidifies and you stare coldly at him, wondering at the Universe's poetic sense of justice.

Ren's face hardens. Any hint of vulnerability present in his expression vanishes in an instant. His eyes darken like storm clouds as he comprehends that you are not going to help him out of his well deserved predicament.

He turns his attention back to the rod embedded in his shoulder . He puffs out his cheeks and gives a long, juddering exhale through his lips before wrapping two large, shaking hands around the pole and wrenching upwards.

It budges, but marginally, the slight movement serving only to send a new wave of agony tearing through his body. Ren snarls in pain and slams his head back against the wall in frustration, eyes squeezed shut.

After a moment, he plants both palms flat against the mattress and draws his knees up towards his body, positioning his feet flat on the bed below his bottom.

Your stomach lurches as you realise that in his desperation, he is going to try and push his body up and off the rod.

Kriff knows what he'll do to himself if he tries that and gets it wrong.

"Don't!" You shout out before you can help yourself, moving towards him instinctively, palms outstretched.

Ren looks up, narrowing his eyes and squinting at you, clearly startled to realise that you're still there.

You curse your medical training for kicking in automatically, but you know you can't leave him like this. As much as you'd like to. As much as it would be a fitting punishment for Snoke's war dog.

But you've made your decision. You stride over to him and put a hand on his heaving chest.

"Stop moving."

You are surprised as he immediately does as he is told. You look down into his pain clouded eyes and are surprised to find that they are not the black, emotionless pits you'd expected. There is a golden, amber light behind them and you realise that he really is just a man.

Climbing up on to the bed, you straddle Ren as if you are lovers. You rest a knee either side of his hips, sinking into the soft mattress and bringing yourself to rest gently on his lower abdomen. You are careful, but you feel his whole body vibrating with pain beneath you.

He looks surprised, but you ignore it. With how Ren is positioned and the need to avoid the other sharp pieces of metal jutting out dangerously from the wall, this really is the best and easiest way to assess the damage. You have a direct view of the exit wound in front of you, and you can appraise the entry wound in his back by leaning over his shoulder, all with a low chance of impaling yourself in the process.

Still, you can't help but feel a flash of satisfaction as his uncertain face flushes when you move around on top of him.

The placement of the wound is not the problem. There will be no permanent damage and Ren is extremely lucky that the metal didn't pierce a lung, or his heart.

If he has a heart, you think sourly.

The real issue, you realise, is that the pole is stuck fast through the back of the durasteel wall, gripped tightly in molten, twisted metal. No wonder he couldn't move it. You'll have to cut it and he'll have to pull it out in quick succession.

Now you know what you're working with, you grab the front of Ren's shirt and tear it open, revealing a chiselled torso. You can't stop the heat that creeps up into your cheeks and despite the pain he must be in, the most irritating ghost of a smirk flickers across Ren's face.

Now it's your turn to feel uncomfortable.

You strip him to the waist, carefully working the fabric away from the areas where the foreign element is impaled in his body.

"Where's your laser sword?" you ask.

"What?"

Ren speaks the word so quietly, but there is a sinister, cold edge to it. Suddenly the energy in the room feels heavy and oppressive.

"We need to cut this or you're not getting out," your words tumble from your mouth and you are furious that you've allowed this sudden change in his demeanour to ruffle you.

You clear your throat and the next time you speak, you've regained some composure.

"I haven't come across any actual medical equipment in this hell hole, so your lightsaber will have to do."

His expression is full of suspicion, but you hold his gaze defiantly. After a moment, he appears to acquiesce that he has no real choice.

"By the door."

He lifts his chin in the direction of the twisted sheet of metal that had once been the door to his quarters, and you see the weapon hanging from a belt on a hook on the wall.

Carefully, you extract yourself from Ren, trying not to hurt him further. It's difficult as the soft mattress bends and shifts under you. He places a big hand on the curve of your waist to help guide you and you try to ignore the glance that passes between you.

You walk across the room and unclasp the weapon from it's belt. You examine it, fascinated. The black hilt is an odd shape, roughly made, with its wiring exposed. It is far from the elegant thing you've heard described in the old tales of the Jedi Order.

But then, Kylo Ren is no Jedi.

You take up some of Ren's torn shirt, rip a length off and coil it into a something for him to bite down on. He looks at you, weary and resigned, before he takes it and positions it into his mouth, pliantly.

You make sure he understands that when he comes to pull the metal out, he must do it all in one go and make sure he follows the exact angle of the rod's path through his body.

You get him to sit up slightly. A growl, low and long resonates in his throat as he gingerly props himself up. The gap he has manged to make between his upper back and the wall is small, but you should be able to cut through the pole quickly without catching him with the blade.

Ren grips the base of the rod as close to the exit wound as he can. He takes a couple of deep, heaving breaths, clenches his jaw, then nods.

You flick the activation switch on the lightsaber's emitter and the laser roars into life, crackling and sputtering. You are suddenly overcome with an ugly feeling of power as you wield this deadly weapon. And you suddenly understand how vulnerable Ren is right now. Paralysed and defenceless before you. You could end his life in a second right here and no one would be any the wiser.

You'd be a hero of the Resistance... And a murderer and a coward for striking down an unarmed, wounded man.

So you don't.

Instead, you use the spluttering, fiery blade to quickly cut through the durasteel pole which impales Ren to the wall. The metal gives way like butter under a knife.

Ren doesn't hesitate. In one swift movement, he rips the pole from his shoulder as soon as you sever it. He gives a roar of anguish which hitches in his throat somewhere, and throws it across the room where it lands in a corner with a metallic clang.

Finally free, he leaps up from the bed as if distance from the place of his injury might help quiet the white hot pain flaring through his body. He staggers wildly and you step back out of the way, realising for the first time the enormity of his height. He collapses in a heap on the ground with a thud then rolls onto all fours, spitting the cloth out of his mouth.

Ren lets his forehead come to rest against the cool metal of the durasteel floor. He is gasping in deep, shuddering lungfuls of air, nostrils flaring with each ragged breath. You get the distinct impression he's trying not to throw up. His dark hair cascades about his face. One hand is pressed flush against the wound in his shoulder, the other, supporting his body weight, is clenching open and shut against the floor, fingers clawing at the metal tiles.

"Thank you," he utters, finally.

He doesn't move, he doesn't even look at you, but you are taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. He means it.

"Don't thank me yet," you snip coolly, "that's bound to get infected. Bacta spray?"

Ren shakes his head, although in his exhaustion, he doesn't bother to lift it from its resting place against the floor. The tip of his long nose graces the metal tiles with the movement. Ren is bleeding freely down his back and rivulets of crimson are seeping through his fingers where he is pressing against his shoulder. Bright red drops spatter on the metal floor.

You need to do something soon.

The hilt of Ren's lightsaber is still in your hand and you reignite it. Ren's head snaps up and you realise you've made a dangerous mistake by arming the blade without consulting him first.

You've heard stories about how he can hurt people, throw them about like ragdolls with just with his mind.

"We need to cauterize the wound," you explain quickly, "I can't see another option right now."

You think you see a shadow of panic cross his face, but he quickly composes himself and he nods once in reluctant ascent. With great effort, he pushes himself up to his knees and sits back on his heels. With resigned, laboured movements, he reaches out and picks up the throng of twisted fabric, placing it back between his teeth.

You move behind him. His shoulders rise and fall rapidly as his heart rate quickens and adrenaline surges through his body. Just a touch should do it, you don't want to cause more damage.

Grimacing with concentration, lightsaber feeling clumsy and unwieldy in your hand, you press the searing blade lightly against the entry wound in his back.

Ren throws his head backwards, muscles tensing down his long neck. A muffled scream escapes through the material in his mouth, but he doesn't move. He is gripping his knees tightly and you notice his knuckles are white.

You crouch down in front of him and prepare to cauterize the exit wound. He locks his gaze on you, the unstable red beam of his weapon dancing like fire in his golden eyes. He reaches out grasps the emitter, large hands coming to rest upon yours, enveloping them. His touch is almost gentle.

It's a silent plea for a moment to brace himself. It's back again, you realise, that sliver of humanity in his expression.

He inhales deeply, readying himself, then lets go of you. Without wasting time, you press the blistering blade against his shoulder once more.

This time he makes little sound, save for a low keening in his throat as he grits his teeth against the twisted length of fabric in his mouth. He keeps his penetrating gaze fixed on your eyes. You don't look away.

After it's done, you give him a small nod of approval and allow the trace of a smile to form on your lips. He did well.

You both sit down on the bed again and you set to work, using the rest of his tattered shirt to fashion a sub-par bandage which wraps around his wounded shoulder and across his muscled back.

"You're a medic."

It's not really a question, but a statement.

"I was," you say sharply, "before the First Order turned the hospital I was training at into ashes."

Silence.

You finish your work on his injury.

"There, try not to move it too much."

Once you've finished, he rises and you notice in alarm the way he towers above you. He looks down with an odd, appraising look on his face, as if he is trying to make a decision.

"Come with me."

You don't see how you can argue. You both clamber outside and you recoil as the stench of rotting vegetation from the swamp hits your nostrils. Still, you welcome the cool air on your face after the heat of your exertions and the metallic smell of Ren's blood.

"A rescue vessel will arrive soon," Ren states.

You say nothing. Some rescue.

"There is a settlement ten klicks west of here," he muses, almost casually.

"I came to look in to reports of a Resistance faction operating on this moon," he continues, "But having had the opportunity to thoroughly investigate, I will be able to report back to the Supreme Leader that this is no more than mere rumour. For now."

Ren turns to you. There is a smirk on his face and a spark of humour in his eyes. It makes his expression boyish and almost charming.

There it is again, you think. That light in the darkness.

You can't bring yourself to thank him. The words refuse to leave your mouth. But you do allow yourself to give him a reluctant half-smile of your own in return and an inclination of gratitude with a bob of your head.

With that, you set off across the bog and into the unknowns of Delka 6.

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Kylo Ren watches as you limp westwards across the marsh. You disappeared into a cover of stunted trees and out of his sight.

Behind him, a Lambda shuttle descends. He holds the emitter of his lightsaber in one hand and his mask in the other, both salvaged from the wreckage.

Boarding the ship, Ren ignores the almost imperceptible turn of heads from the Stormtroopers who line the durasteel ramp as he traipses slowly up it bloody, filthy, shirtless and barefoot.

As he passes the Captain at the top of the ramp he utters two words in a flat, level monotone.

"No survivors."

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januaryembrs · 1 year

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APPRENTICE | Kylo Ren x force user!reader

Request: Hi! Can you do a Kylo Ren x Reader, where the reader is a wielder of the Force who begs Kylo to be her teacher and to learn more about it. Imagining she’s heard about him and The First Order, & knows that he’s a powerful force user.

@obsessionprofessional says - Congrats on almost 1000 followers! I hope it IS 1000 by the time you read this! May I please request a Kylo Ren x female reader piece in which he finally admits his feelings? And maybe they snuggle :3 Again, congratulations on this milestone!

description: You realise your slight quirk is actually much more than you ever imagined when you meet an Empire commander who asks you to become his apprentice.

word count: 2.5k

trigger warnings: swearing? slight angst? feeling of being unworthy?

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Some people said you had a kind of magic touch when it came to fixing machines. Call it a dull way of living, but being plunged into a world where it was thrive or die, being a useful hand at repairing droids proved incredibly beneficial.

When the order ransacked your village, in need of a crew to fix up a ship that had crash landed nearby. It wasn’t until they started pulling out blasters and yelling threats that someone threw you into the line of fire by claiming you were the best in town at engineering. It was true of course, but the candour had meant you were dragged at gunpoint to the ship and forced to work.

You quickly realised this was not just any ship, but an officer's vehicle. Important, sleek, complex machinery. Not only that, its pilot looked royally pissed as he caressed a bleeding forehead and black eye.

His cold near-black eyes flicked to you as the troopers thrust you forward. “The villagers said this one could fix it,” They said, nodding a head in your direction. He looked you hard in the face, and you jutted your chin up to give some impression that you weren’t afraid.

Truthfully, you were shitting your cargos the moment you saw the saber on his hip.

“You know how to build ships?” He barked, almost as if he was tired of you already, despite the fact you hadn’t dared breathe yet. You swallowed heavily, the stone in your throat not quite dislodging itself.

“Some, yes,” He seemed displeased, as told by the slight tilt of his head, “Most actually,” you corrected yourself, warily. “I’d have to give it a look but with the right tools proba- yes,” You stumbled.

You had no clue what he was thinking as his eyes narrowed into slits. He nodded his head for you to approach the ship, which you did so promptly.

One small mistake and you just knew your heart would be ripped from your chest cavity in seconds.

Breathing in deeply through your nose, you lifted a gentle hand to the body of the ship. It hummed under your touch, as if groaning in pain from the damage to its body, and you let out a deep exhale, removing the control panel to at least pretend to be looking at the damage in the conventional way. You knew you didn’t even need to move an inch to discover the problem thanks to your superpower.

The parts of the ship flickered through your mind, each ticking over in their correct tune until your mind found the source of the problem. You had no clue how you’d always managed to feel the machines, feel every part of them with a single touch, as if they had a life or soul of their own; it was what made you so practical at your job.

You quickly assessed the engine was shot, along with part of the wing’s wiring needed rebuilding. You turned back to the unkind commander with the answer ready in your mouth, only to see him staring at you with something in between fascination and confusion.

“The wings-” You started only for him to cut you off.

“How did you do that?” His sneer shut you up. Normally people just took it that you were talented at your job, no one had ever caught onto what you were actually doing.

“Do- Do what exactly?” You stammered, chest puffing out in faux confidence.

He looked over you a moment longer, before igniting his saber and drawing it to your neck. You could feel the heat washing over your windpipe, the crackling of the weapon echoing in your ears.

You gulped, the bravery slipping with no heistance. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I felt the disturbance in the force. Are you really so stupid you thought I wouldn’t notice?”

Your face screwed up. “The force? What’s a force?” You asked, eyes flicking to the saber as he brought it closer to your jugular. It was then you crumbled, “Please! I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s just something I’ve always been able to do, it’s how I fix machines so quickly back home-”

“So you have no idea what you are?” He mutters, his eyes dark as they took you in whole. He saw the sincerity in your puzzled expression, saw how your eyes showed nothing but fear and helplessness, like a wounded animal in need of a mercy kill.

He grunted, thrusting out a hand to his ship. You thought he was getting ready to strike you with his bare hand, drawing in on yourself. It was then that you heard a loud groan of metal work, and your head snapped to the ship behind you. You watched as something strong began crushing the vessel, as if the air around it was betraying itself and began squeezing. The metal dented, falling under the weight of the traitorous force.

Force. He had said it himself.

Your head whipped back to meet his eyes, dark and ravenous for the truth. “Do you see? We’re the same, you and I.” Your mouth dropped open, settling for a nod.

He took a step closer to you, a gloved hand coming up to hold your temple, fingers gentle caressing your head. “You think I could do that?” You whispered, feeling something heavy settle over your brain, as if a bug had crawled into your ear as he touched you. You daren’t move away, something about his sharp eyes stunning you into place.

You wished to know what it was he thought you were capable of, the blind faith he was putting in you and whatever this force was you had.

Of course you’d always wondered what it was that made you special, and here he was offering you an explanation.

“You don’t know just how special you are,” He said clearly, dropping his hand. His black eyes flicked over your face that drew back in shock. It was as if he’d heard every thought you’d had, surely he couldn’t have. “I could show you just how remarkable you could be, just say the word.”

You gaped at him, stuck for words. The Empire were evil, they tore everything good up from the root and left the rest of the world to rot. You could never be one of them, never succumb to their ways. But you yearned to know what it was that gave you this power, yearned to wield it, perhaps even then use it for good; wanted to learn how to become as powerful and strong as he was. You saw how the troopers cowered around him, perhaps you could even hold that fear over them.

You looked up at him, his eyes calculating as they took you in. He could give you all that.

“Teach me,” You murmured back.

“Again!” He commanded, your chest constricting in an ache now familiar to you. It had been six months since he had found you and while you had come on leaps and bounds than simply testing machinery, you were even able to move objects with your powers now.

The Force as you had come to understand it was peculiar in how it presented itself in each user. Kylo, who you spent most days with as his new apprentice, had told you some were better at healing while others specialised in combat, though you were pretty sure he was trying to comfort you in his own way at the fact you struggled some days to so much as lift blocks than move people like he could.

Today being one of those days, where no matter how hard you pushed yourself, how hard you willed your hand to grasp the metal block and bring it to yourself, the damn thing would not budge.

“Kylo, I’m trying,” You grunted between attempts. You wouldn’t be surprised if you burst a vessel at this point with the exertion on your brain, “I can’t-”

“You are much more capable than you know,” The man retorted, and you felt his snake-like eyes watching as your face crumpled in effort. It was supposed to be supportive, but the way he said it was cold and plunging to your chest, as if he was tired of your dramatics.

It only served to dishearten you further.

“You expect too much of me, I’m no better than any child trying to learn this stuff,” You snapped, lowering your hand with a slap to your leg. You were tired, tired of all of this. “Maybe-” You willed yourself not to cry, “Do you ever think maybe I’m just not good enough?”

The past six months had truly taken your spirit out of you. Kylo woke you up early most days for the two of you to eat together before you had training. From there it was four hours in the morning, a break for lunch, then studying the texts he gave you on force users that came before you. Then more training like today's session, usually about object manipulation but he had been trying to get you to learn how to read his mind for the past few weeks. That alone was proving difficult since you were constantly on edge wondering if he was doing the same to you, the way his eyes darkened and jaw clenched making you believe he knew exactly what you were thinking.

It wasn’t so difficult to see with one look into your head that your every thought revolved around him these days. How handsome he was, how he occasionally would caress your arm when helping you to focus, which only worked to send you spiralling. How pretty he was when he laughed if you said something particularly witty over first meal.

You stopped trying, looking up at him tiredly. “What if I’m not as special as you want me to be?” You asked emptily. Seeing how talented he was only rubbed salt in the wound of your failures and had you wondering if you were cut out to be here for weeks now.

He stopped, looking across the room at where you stood looking hopeless. “You’re being stupid,” He said, but the way his eyebrows quirked upwards slightly told you he wasn’t as annoyed as he sounded.

“No!” You protested, shrugging your shoulders and rubbing your neck, “You keep saying I can be great, I can be so much more- but you don’t get it. I’m trying, I’m bleeding myself dry to please you and I just know I’m never going to be as powerful as you want me to be,”

He was losing you, he could feel you slipping between his fingers as you stepped away from him. He knew he was pushing you but it was only because he saw the fire burning inside of you, the energy growing day by day, because he wanted you to be able to defend yourself if the worst should happen, if he couldn’t be there to take care of you.

Kylo had not known any feeling like this before, as if the day he saw you fix his machine he had met himself in the form of another. Someone who could understand, who he could shape into an equal. His fondness only grew once he realised how funny you were, how your mind ticked in an entirely different way to his own, how you were not another version of him but your own in an entirely unique way.

He loved how kind you were, and gentle. Something he never was in this life. He saw how you looked at him, and he simply longed for you to realise just how much he cared.

“You are,” Kylo whispered, finding his voice before you could turn away from him for good. You looked up at him, hearing him mumble under his breath. “You can be so powerful if you keep trying,”

You shook your head, feeling as if this were the same thing you had heard time and time again, “Maybe it’s best if I just go home,”

That had his heart plummeting, “No, don’t-”

“I think that would be best for both of us. I’m sorry I’ve wasted your time,” You turned to exit the training room, wondering how you would get back to your home planet.

“Wait!” He tried calling, and with three simple strides he had caught up to you and grabbed a tight hold of your arm, willing you not to go, “Please,”

That was a shock. He had never used such a word in the time you’d known him. You eyes snapped to his to see him staring down at you like a vulnerable creature.

“Kylo-”

“You can’t leave me, please,” He begged, pulling you closer, “I know I don’t tell you, I haven’t told you but you are already spectacular. You never needed me to be special,”

You frowned at him up at him, head drawing back in frustration. “Don’t take pity on me, Kylo. I don’t need it,”

“No, it’s true! It was never me that made you amazing,” Kylo said, drawing you into his embrace further, as if scared you would flee like a scared sand rat, “You were all that on your own,” He went quiet, as if debating whether to talk more before his eyes flicked to your sneering lips, “It’s one of the things I like most about you, actually,”

Your chest stopped, mouth struggling to choose between hanging open and remaining clamped shut as you tried to formulate words.

He liked you. He liked you, and he no doubt knew just from one touch alone you liked him. Of course he must know. Should you tell him how you feel despite that? He must know, you must make sure he knows its mutual-

“Just,” Kylo’s begging cut through the tangent your brain sent you into as it always did when you thought of him, “Please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone again. You mean more to me than I know what to do with,” His voice was quiet now, each word breathing over your lips.

Anything. You would do anything for him if it meant he would keep looking at you like that, begging you like that.

You didn’t need to read his mind to know he was being honest, to know you needed each other more than either of your had ever realised.

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gloomwitchwrites · 3 months

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Morning Peace

Ben Solo x Reader

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

Word Count: 730

You give Ben comfort after a night terror.

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A shake.

A stretch of breath.

A sudden, sharp jolt.

“Ben?”

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

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

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

Space. This requires space.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You did,” you reply.

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

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

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

“How so?”

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

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

“No,” he says. “Not like you do.”

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

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

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

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Kylo Ren x Y/N chapter 8

Warnings- pet names (good girl, little girl.) piv sex, fingering, overall sexual themes, very soft fluffy loving sex.

Ben woke up the next morning to an empty bed, there was an indent in the pillow beside him which let him know that Y/n definitely did sleep with him that night. He rubbed his eyes and stretched out his arms in front of him then stared widely at the ceiling as he recalled the events of the night before.

He could hardly believe what happened between him and Y/n, he felt a tinge of guilt course through him that he didn’t reciprocate a climax to her but he knew she was tired and she didn’t ask either.. she wasn’t mad was she? His brain filled with anxious thoughts as he wondered why she had left him in bed alone, was she actually upset that they fell asleep without him… Then suddenly Ben slapped his hands back to cover his face, his cheeks were burning hot as he thought of all of the things that he could do to Y/n to make her feel good..

Ben’s fantasies were interrupted by a clatter from outside of his room, then he heard voices. The girls were all up and in the kitchen making breakfast before the two had to leave that morning.

After Ben pried himself from the bed he cleaned up and got dressed, as he left the bedroom he was welcomed with 3 “good mornings” from the trio of girls.

Dahla was pouring a selection of mugs full of a steaming hot liquid he assumed was coffee, Rey was eating from a bowl of fruit and Y/n was slicing said fruit.

“Morning” Dahla gestured a friendly smile to Ben as she handed him one of the mugs. “Sorry to crash in on you two, me and Rey are making it upto you guys with breakfast though!” Dahla was a kind girl, Ben was glad that Y/n had some good friends who seemed sincere. He took the mug gladly with a soft smile and nodded a silent thank you.

“Okay but whose the one who has made most of the breakfast…” Y/n smirked while pointing to the arraignment of fruit, scrambled eggs, and toast that was served nicely on the kitchen counter. Y/n couldn’t help taking over the breakfast ordeal since cooking was one of her few talents.

“Hey you need a sampler okay?” Rey laughed as she sat and continued to watched the girls.

The girls all chuckled in unison, it was so nice to have a peaceful time together Y/n thought, it had been so long since things just felt…. Normal.

Ben caught eyes with Y/n and they shared a quiet acknowledgment, he noticed she was wearing a turtleneck jacket that was zipped all the way up even though the weather outside was warm enough for light clothing, he felt a sheen of embarrassment flash over his face as he realized why she had it on, memories from the night before danced through his mind, he didn’t mean to mark her neck but now that he thought about it he Had been a bit rough…

The group breakfast was short and sweet as Rey and Dahla both realized they were behind schedule, after they quickly packed up their things they were heading out the door.

“Thank you again for letting us stay you guys.” Rey had a wide grin on her face, her uplifted mood was always a breath of fresh air to be around.

“No problem, I hope you two have a safe trip, make sure to check in here and there okay?” Y/n looked at Dahla with a serious expression as they exchanged a quick hug.

“I will, and next time we see eachother we Need to talk.” Dahla whispered in Y/n’s ear as they embraced.

“Damnit.” Y/n thought, Dahla was way too good at reading her and she knew that she had picked up that something between her and Ben was going on.

“We will.” Y/n nodded to Dahla as they all 4 waved goodbye.

The apartment door slowly shut, Y/n and Ben both let out a quiet sigh of relief and roamed back to the living room to sit on the couch.

“Well that went better than expected..” Y/n huffed as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“Will you let me see?” Ben asked quickly.

Her eyes darted over to his and she raised an eyebrow at his question. “See what..?” Her voice was low and she felt herself start to become fidgety.

Ben reached over and grabbed the zipper on her jacket, she gulped hard as she tried to swallow her embarrassment.

Slowly Ben pulled the zipper down then grabbed her collar and folded it over itself to reveal her naked neck. It was sprinkled with dark purple and pink bruises he had left the night before.

“Oh Y/n…” he breathed out. Although he didn’t want to admit it he was slightly admiring his work on her.

“It’s okay it doesn’t hurt.” Y/n quickly defended the marks as she shook her head, “it’s not a big deal..” she was looking down at her lap, she knew if she were to look up to Ben her face would surely turn bright red.

“I’m sorry..” he began with a soft tone. “I didn’t realize it was going to do that so bad.” He brushed his thumb over the colorful bruises on the side of her neck which trailed down the front of her throat and chest.

“You don’t have to apologize,” she built up the courage to face him then she gently planted her right hand on his knee. “I-… I enjoyed it..” her lips trembled as she thought back to their night together. She had been so brave in the beginning but after Ben put her in her place and showed her that He was in fact in charge her entire demeanor towards him in this way changed.

“I did too.” He nodded as he leaned in closer to her, he brushed his cheek against hers then curved his head lower and began to press tender little kisses against her marks, he lifted his arms to entangled themselves around her waist and squeezed her closer to him.

Y/n whimpered as his lips softly kissed her sore neck, she didn’t want to say that it hurt but in reality it did a little.

He wanted to finish what was started last night, the guilt from that morning was still lingering and he couldn’t wait any longer to deliver her the same pleasure that she had gifted him just hours ago.

He started to lick and suck at her throat as he leaned her back to lay down, he moved his mouth down to her chest while he unzipped her jacket the rest of the way, he felt so lucky that she didn’t bother wearing a shirt underneath and he could leave a path of kisses all over her stomach and waist.

“B-Ben..” she softly cried out his name as he laid over her on the couch, he was moving lower and lower down her body and he had started to play with the hem of her shorts. She felt a heat rise inbetween her legs as his hands lingered right above it.

He crawled himself back up to face her and pressed his mouth to hers, he couldn’t resist her calling to him with such a sweet voice.

He made love to her lips with his own before pulling away to bring himself to her ear where he began to nibble and suck on it.

“H-hey-!” She scrunched up her shoulders as she giggled at the sensation, he smirked as he continued to play with her. Before long she had grown accustomed to the new feeling and it had become pure pleasure, she let out pretty little moans as he kept his mouth on her while he began to tug down her shorts bit by bit.

In just a few seconds her shorts were pulled down around her thighs and he started to hesitantly rub his fingers up and down overtop of her clothed slit.

She jumped as he did this causing him to pull away and open his eyes to look at her, she had opened hers as well and they stared at eachother.

“Do you want this?” His voice was deep and breathy, she couldn’t think of anything else in this world that she wanted but still her nerves were getting the best of her, she worried that he would somehow not find her ‘privates’ as she was raised to call it, attractive.

“Y-y-yes… I’m just nervous..” she whispered.

Ben’s face become caring and he looked at her with the kindest eyes she had seen from him. “What’re you nervous about?” He felt like he should be the one who was nervous, he had never touched a woman like this before and although his exterior might not show it he was worried that he wouldn’t be able to make her feel even half as good as she had last night.

“I just…” Y/n looked to the side to hide her face as much as she could. “I just don’t know if you’ll like it..” she admitted.

Ben’s eyebrows pushed together in confusion. “What do you mean..?” He asked as his hand rubbed her inner thigh.

The touch caught Y/n’s breath in her lungs and she tightly shut her eyes trying to compose herself, Ben smirked at this reaction and returned his hand to her heat where he started to massage his fingers back and forth.

“I-.. mmphh..” she bit her bottom lip roughly to hold in a moan. “I just don’t know if you’ll find it p-pretty.” She choked out the words as she looked back at his face. His expression was determination mixed with lust, hearing how she was insecure over this made him want to pleasure her even more.

“I see..” he slowly exclaimed as he looked down to her underwear he had been rubbing circles against, a small wet spot had grown under his fingers and he felt himself getting hard as well. “I guess I’ll just have to decide for myself.” He moved himself back to sit on his knees, he laid her legs over his sides and pulled her entire body back close to him where he then grabbed each of his hands to each side of her dark underwear.

Y/n was shaking underneath of his touch and as he towered over her she watched him slowly strip off her underwear to reveal everything she was worrying about.

Ben sat staring in complete silence for a moment before he let out a long and satisfied sounding sigh. “Y/n…” he shook his head as in disbelief as he reached forward to her inner thighs, he swept his large thumb along her slit then rubbed it slowly up and down.

Y/n brought her arms up to cover her face in embarrassment, she twitched and jerked under his touch and bit the side of her hand to keep herself from completely humiliating herself in dramatic moans from such a light touch.

He smirked as he reached up with his free hand to pull her arms away from her face, her cheeks were hot pink and she was heavily breathing in and out to keep herself from unraveling. He looked her in the eyes and tilted his head to the side, “Y/n, I couldn’t have imagined anything more perfect..” he said as he slowly started to part her folds and rub this thumb through her wetness.

“H-ha.. nmpphh..” she bit her lip as she looked down to watch him continue to play with her.

After a few more seconds of this he carefully pushed his middle finger to her entrance, her back arched lightly and he felt his cock jump in satisfaction to her reaction.

“Ben p-please.. be gentle…” she begged inbetween precious whimpers.

“Of course..” he reassured her as he began to inch his middle finger through her entrance, it slipped in easily with how wet she was. “I don’t want to hurt my little girl..”

Y/n didn’t know if she was moaning from him entering her or him calling her that, she quickly concluded that it was both as another wave of moans escaped her lips as he began to softly pumped his middle finger in and out of her tight hole.

Ben realized the effect this pet name had on her and made a quick note of it, after all she was His girl and much much littler than him.

After a minute of warming her up he added his ring finger into her, she let out a sigh of pleasure and bucked her hips against him, he couldn’t help but think about how good she would feel wrapped against his hard cock which was buried underneath layers of clothing.

“Ughh Ben it feels… so good..” she brought her eyes upto his, they were glazed over and half lidded, her head felt heavy with bliss and her whole body was steaming hot.

He felt so invigorated when she told him how good he was doing, he moved forward to lean over her and started to lay kisses against her neck again, “Y/n..” he sighed. “I want to make you feel So good.. Just say the word..” he groaned as he pressed his bulge against her hips.

Y/n knew what he was asking and with how amazing he was already doing she couldn’t imagine what he would feel like actually Inside of her. “Y-yes… yes..” she huffed as she nodded her head up and down, “please Ben, I want you.” She whined against his shoulder.

“Such a good girl..” he whispered as he caressed her cheek then kissed his moist lips to her forehead.

He slowly pulled his fingers from her and began to quickly fumble with his pants, Y/n let out a sigh of disappointment as his fingers left her. After a moment he had kicked off his pants and started to remove his boxers.

“You’ll go slow.. right?” Y/n asked him with worry in her voice as she watched him take off the final layer separating them, she had never had sex before and she was wondering how something so big was going it fit inside of her..

He leaned back in to kiss her, his mouth was hungry for hers and his tip brushed lightly against her inner thighs.

“Hnngh..” Ben groaned into her mouth as he felt himself becoming needy to be inside her. He pulled away from her mouth with a heavy exhale and stared into her eyes.

“Ri-right..?” Y/n repeated her question out of breath.

He grabbed onto her cheek and leaned closely to press his lips against her ear. “I promise I’ll go slow, I would never hurt you..” he then pulled back to bring her legs upto his sides, she willingly spread her legs open for him and watched as he lined up his head with her glistening entrance.

She held her breath as he slowly pressed himself forward, as his tip made contact with her wetness he released a sharp exhale from his mouth, then he continued forward and in a few seconds he had fully buried himself inside of her.

Y/n breathed out harshly and was gripping his hand painfully tight, the feeling of him pressing inside of her was like nothing she had ever felt, it was warm.. comforting.. she felt ridiculously full as he stretched her walls in every direction from his size.

Ben couldn’t believe the euphoric sensation of being inside her, she was perfectly wet which made the process so much easier and her heat radiated around him. He then began to pull back and then push forward again.

“Fa-faster Ben..” she pleaded as she looked upto him with submissive eyes.

Both of their moans echoed off of eachothers as he picked up his pace and started a steady rhythm in and out. He leaned down to be close to her, he brought his left arm underneath of her and pulled her forward against his chest, she gladly wrapped her arms around him.

“Ahhh-ah!” Y/n let out a loud whimper as he roughly thrusted into her, he pulled back out so painstakingly slow then in one full thrust slammed himself back against her walls. “Ben!” She cried out as she bit down onto his shoulder.

Ben huffed out as he tried to catch his breath, “You’re doing.. s-so! good..” he said inbetween his hard thrusts into her.

He again picked up his speed and was now quickly moving in and out, her inner thighs were covered in wetness as her sex leaked out everywhere it could.

A few minutes passed as they moaned and whined out pretty little exclamations of pleasure to each other.

“I-“ Ben squeezed her body close to his leaving no space between them as he felt himself start to come close to climax. “I’m getting c-close” he groaned as he brought his right hand down and started to rub tiny circles around her clit.

Y/n inhaled sharply as this new addition of pleasure was sending her to her end as well.

“Ahhh” Ben moaned as his hips began to stutter and he felt his orgasm begin.

Y/n was also reaching her climax, the sensations were almost too much and she dug her nails into his back as she squeezed herself against his body. “Ben I-I’m..” her head was dizzying and her eyes fluttered shut as she felt herself come undone, “h-haa” she squealed as her entire body shook and flinched as her orgasm reached its peak.

Ben was overwhelmed by her perfectly beautiful reaction to him pleasing her, he wanted nothing more than to make her feel good and he had accomplished just that. He too felt himself climax, he held her body flush to his as his hips struggled to continue to press into her as his hot cum shot inside her walls.

They both fell back onto the couch with heavy sighs escaping each of their mouths, Ben nuzzled himself into her neck and weakly kissed at it as she wrapped her entire body around his. It was quiet for awhile as each of them came down from their highs, Y/n was rubbing her hands up and down his back as she kept reminding herself that this was in fact reality and did just happen.

Ben finally propped himself up on his elbows and greeted her face with his, he leaned forward and pressed the most delicate kiss on her lips that she had bitten red.

They looked lovingly into eachothers eyes as they savored the moment together.

“That was..” Y/n began, “so amazing…” she brought her hand up and started to run her hands through his thick dark hair. “I keep reminding myself that I’m not dreaming..” she smirked.

He returned the smile and looked at her with the softest expression, “You’re telling me…” He sighed as he tilted his head towards her to better position himself for her to play with his hair.

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Kylo Ren Masterlist

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Slow Like Honey Masterlist

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Pairing: Ben Solo/Kylo Ren x Reader (No Y/N).

Story Summary: Ben Solo falls into a deep obsession with the local new baker. She fuels something within him; lust, obsession and delusion. Ben will stop at nothing to get her for himself, even if it means he’ll have to kill for her. Ben will always get what he wants.

Inspired by the TV show and book YOU (this is not a retelling), and the song Slow Like Honey by Fiona Apple.

Tags: DEAD DOVE. Stalking, Obsession, Creepy Ben Solo, Non-Con, Bittersweet Fluff, Misogyny, Character Death, Dark Themes, Violence and Eventual Smut. AFAB. Slow burn.

This is a Modern AU, with Star Wars characters.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

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A Royal Affair - Chapter 3 (Kylo RenXOC)

The First Order is looking to expand its allies and Corellia is known for its great Starships and the royal family. Princess Cora Ardmore is less than thrilled about her future marriage to General Hux, and even less thrilled to have Kylo Ren as her temporary bodyguard.

AN: I just want to warn people that this is definitely a darker fic from me. Plus I do not hate General Hux at all regardless of how I’m portraying him in this fic, I love him but have some dark headcanons about him. I also want to thank @neeharlow and @kittyofalltrades for helping bringing this fic to life with our roleplay thread :D

Warnings: Mentions of death, Mentions of implied violence, A funeral, Hux being an asshole

Chapter 3

Kylo Ren

Now that Cora had no personal guard, I had been forced by Snoke and Hux to take up that mantle. Even when I had protested the idea, Snoke made it clear there was no wiggle room, that it would only be ‘temporary’. An appropriate replacement would be found for me by the time the wedding was over. Snoke had tried to appeal to my ego, saying I was the most suitable fit because of my training, but it didn’t make me feel better about the situation. Frankly, I didn’t want to be anywhere near the woman, let alone the planet. There was little to no reason for me to still be on Corellia when I could be busy doing other things for Snoke.

I had to keep telling myself it was only for a month, and all I had to do was ensure she didn’t escape or kill herself. It seemed a simple enough task, provided she kept her mouth shut. Hux had made sure Stormtroopers were stationed outside her quarters at all times, nobody was allowed in or out unless to deliver her food. He hadn’t even allowed her handmaidens inside. He’d used her quarters as a temporary lavish cell. The troopers didn’t question my presence, allowing me to let myself inside.

Cora was on her bed, wallowing in self-pity. She wasn’t even dressed properly, probably incapable without her handmaidens. Her cheeks turned red, and she threw a robe over her nightdress to protect her modesty. “I would have appreciated you knocking before entering, I’m not dressed appropriately,” Cora said matter-of-factly. Already her tone was annoying me. She acted as if she was better than me and had some moral high ground over me. She didn’t, and I’d soon make her learn that.

“What do you want?” Cora asked impatiently. “Your fiancée has requested that I babysit you until the wedding or until we find a suitable replacement,” I replied. Cora scoffed, thinking it was a bad joke for a few seconds. When she deemed I was serious, her emerald eyes narrowed. “I don’t need you to babysit me, you already ruined my chances of escaping. There won’t be anymore,” Cora said venomously.

“Your right, there won’t. But that’s not the only thing Hux is worried about. He doesn’t want you harming yourself before the wedding. So, for the time being, you’re stuck with me. And I can assure you, I’m just as unhappy about this arrangement as you are.” “Then why are you doing it? I didn’t think the Jedi Killer of all people would take orders from a General.” I glared at her from behind my helmet, “I’m not taking orders from him. The only person I take orders from is the Supreme Leader.”

“And did your Supreme leader order you to kill Varidun? You could have spared him, arrested him if you felt the need to punish him.” “The supreme leader didn’t. But your previous guard made his choice when he led you through those tunnels. Be grateful I chose to spare you unless you’d like to meet his fate as well?” Cora didn’t shrink back as I had expected at the threat, instead, she stood her ground. This would not work in her favour, especially if she continued to show this level of defiance to Hux. “Nothing will happen to me, or you will lose this planet. You and Hux need me alive to strengthen this so-called alliance and so my people don’t see through you and revolt. Because whilst I have no doubt The First Order would cull the planet, I also know it would be a waste of resources you can’t afford to lose,” she said matter-of-factly.

Perhaps she was smarter than I had previously given her credit for. Not that I would ever admit that to her, the last thing a royal needed was a bigger ego. “I would suggest watching your tongue around Hux if you want to keep it. Whilst I cannot harm you, he can. And whilst he won’t kill you, I’m sure that won’t stop him from hurting you. So, my advice is if you want to survive your marriage. Behave,” I replied coldly. Cora rolled her eyes at me before going to her wardrobe and picking out a dress. “Now that you’re here, does that mean I’m allowed out of my room? I’d like to have breakfast if you partake in that sort of thing,” Cora asked. “I partake in private. But I see no harm in leaving your quarters for now, so long as you don’t make me regret it.”

She shot me a glare before stepping behind the privacy screen. Before Cora could begin to dress herself, arguing could be heard from outside her quarters. I figured it was best to investigate and send whomever it was on their way. Opening the door, I saw Cora’s handmaidens, the chief one arguing with the stormtroopers as they denied the handmaidens access. “If he’s allowed in her quarters, then so are we. Her royal highness needs our assistance with her royal duties. Now kindly step aside,” she argued. “Nobody but the commander is permitted access inside. Not even you, now move along,” the stormtrooper replied.

“Let them through, the princess can’t even dress herself without their help,” I spoke up. The chief handmaiden turned her glare to me, not seemingly afraid of my presence like the rest of the Palace staff had been. It was almost amusing how much fire was in the woman’s hazel eyes. The stormtroopers let them pass without a word. The women entered Cora’s quarters and went behind the screen to help her dress. All except the chief one who stood before the privacy screen and kept a close eye on me.

“Why have you been allowed entry after three days but not us?” She asked. “He’s going to be my new personal guard, Flora,” Cora answered her before I could. Flora turned her nose up at the fact. Perhaps I had been wrong earlier, perhaps Cora’s handmaidens were worse than her. “There must be someone else,” Flora argued. Never had I met or seen a handmaiden that was so...mouthy. Most handmaidens would be scolded for talking this boldly by now. But Flora and Cora spoke as if they were old friends.

Finally, Cora was ready for the day, her dress whilst a simple green silk gown had a sense of elegance to it. Or maybe that was just her. Cora’s hair had been pinned back and her handmaidens had added some light makeup. “So, breakfast?” Cora asked. “Would you like it here or in the dining hall?” Flora asked. “The dining hall, please. Preferably the private one. If there are no other available personal guards, then Ren and I are going to have to be civil and get to know each other better. Whether either of us like it or not.”

Now that was much more mature compared to what I walked in on this morning. The handmaidens followed behind Cora and I as we made our way to the dining hall. This dining hall was smaller than the other I had seen, obviously, the Ardmore family reserved this room for more intimate dinners between them or close friends. A place was set for me, and food was also brought, not that I would eat it. Flora lingered nearby, clearly not trusting me around her precious princess. It was irritating, perhaps if she wanted my job so badly I could convince Hux to let her have it. “Are all your handmaidens this mouthy?” I asked.

Cora glanced at Flora and then back at me. Flora didn’t seem impressed with the comment, not that I cared for her feelings or opinion. A hint of a smile played at Cora’s lips. “Not all of them. Just Flora. She’s been like this since we met. Flora is allowed to speak freely, as I cannot all the time. She’s able to vocalise my thoughts when it wouldn’t be appropriate for me too,” she explained. “You’ll want to watch that mouth around Hux considering what happened to your decoy. I’m sure you don’t want to lose anyone else,” I warned both of them.

She nodded once to show she understood and would heed the warning before eating a bite of fruit. “And what can you tell me about my supposed future husband? Whilst he’s so insistent on this marriage, he also hasn’t exactly made the time for us to get to know each other,” Cora asked. “General Armitage Hux is thirty-five years old and enjoys tarine tea. He’s very nit-picky and will complain about everything and anything. He is the bastard of Brendol Hux, and the two hated each other. Understandable when Armitage was an embarrassment to his reputation and Brendol was abusive. Hux senior met a rather disturbing end when he was found liquefied in a bacta tank. Everyone knows either Hux orchestrated it, or he carried it out, but no one would dare say it out loud. Armitage is a known sadist and enjoys inflicting pain on any of his female companions. They don’t usually last long in his care.”

The more I told Cora, the more she seemed to lose her previous confidence, her shoulders slumping as she shrunk in her seat. Her calm demeanour had dropped, worry evident in her emerald green eyes. “You’re supposed to be babysitting me, not making me want to attempt another escape,” Cora replied. “Oops,” I said, completely deadpan. “And he’s always been this…detestable?” I nodded once. For as long as I had known him, Armitage Hux had always been a pain in the ass. Good at his job, yes, but also completely insufferable. Truthfully, I couldn’t blame Cora for wanting to run but I also couldn’t allow it, considering the alliance between The First Order and Corellia.

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The day of Gela Ardmore’s funeral arrived. Cora was dressed in a black modest gown, her handmaidens helping her with her hair and makeup. They didn’t make her look too grand, nor did they go too heavy with the makeup considering she’d be crying once the ceremony began. Cora was trying to put on a brave face, likely because I was present. I wanted to tell her she didn’t need to, considering she was burying her mother today, but I figured it was best I stay quiet.

Once Cora was ready, we headed downstairs to the throne room, where eventually her father joined her, also dressed in black. Salth hugged her tightly, whispering comforting words to her before the moment was ruined by Hux. Cora glared at him, separating from her father. “You are not welcome here, not today,” she hissed. “As your fiancé, I wanted to be here to support you emotionally and pay my respects. Besides, we must keep up appearances in front of your people.”

Cora was rigid with rage, bordering on shaking, “is that really all you care about? Your reputation? If you had any respect, you’d leave us alone to mourn for the day.” “Be grateful I’m choosing to respect your planet’s funeral traditions. I could easily have the funeral called off and have your mother tossed in an incinerator like your previous guard.” Cora’s eyes glassed over with tears, and she took a step forward, ready to play right into Hux’s hands. It was obvious he wanted a rise out of her; he did to me enough times. Now was the time to intervene before Cora said something Hux would later make her regret.

“Princess, that’s enough. Your mother will have the funeral she deserves and the general will be present,” I interrupted firmly. Both of them looked at me, Cora still glaring although it had softened slightly. Hux smirked before offering Cora his arm. He wanted to clearly play the role of a supportive fiancé in front of her people, even though that was the furthest thing from the truth. Cora refused his arm, instead taking her father’s before the two of them exited the throne room. Waiting at the entrance of the palace was the open casket of Gela, a handful of guards present around the casket.

Cora caved at the sight of her mother, sobbing quietly. Her father remained strong, knowing if he buckled in front of everyone, it would be seen as a weakness. The casket was led outside by the guards, down the steps to the crowd waiting to mourn their queen. Cora’s handmaidens followed behind her and Hux and I followed behind them. Although it was clear Hux was looking for his opening to take Cora’s arm. The crowd parted, and the procession ended at the funeral temple.

Once inside, that’s when Hux barged past the handmaidens and linked his arm with Cora’s, pulling her from her father. She made a small sound of protest as he wrapped his arm around her waist, trying to console her in front of everyone. Even I was irritated by his pathetic performance. Cora wriggled free from Hux before returning to her father. Her handmaidens moved closer, standing around Cora, and acting as a barrier between her and Hux. His false smile fell, turning into a glare before he gave up his attempts and let them comfort Cora.

Once the service was over and the body was buried, we returned to the palace. Flora was leading Cora this time, letting her cry on her shoulder. It was clear that Flora was more than just a handmaiden to Cora, the two of them had a very close bond similar to lifelong friends. And that’s probably what Cora needed most right now, was a friend. As we reached Cora’s quarters, I allowed them inside but didn’t venture further. Instead, I closed the door and waited outside, allowing Cora to have a moment of privacy and peace. It was the least I could do.

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hopeamarsu · 2 years

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Hi! I was thinking 🤔 can you do a prompt with Kylo Ren/Ben Solo with prompt #5 “Being separated from each other for sometime and realising how much you miss the other’s presence.” Him and the reader are both separate from their own duties/mission or they both got into an argument with one another.

Hi!

Thank you for requesting this and my apologies it's taken me some time to get to it.

I decided to go with Resistance!Ben on this one, there was something in the prompt that spoke about him to me. I hope you enjoy!

Missing you

Resistance!Ben Solo x gn!reader

Rating Teen

Word count 762

Warnings: Ben is Resistance AU, touch of angst, missing someone, mention of war

Summary: The feeling of missing someone is new to him.

He will never admit it out loud, but sleeping is something Ben hates. Which is probably why he doesn’t sleep a lot in general, but even less when a mission is being carried out.

He knows a team is on this mission and he knows all of them are good at what they do, battle strategies all thought out and flying skills top notch, but he always hates watching a group of fighters take off on another adventure or battle because he doesn’t know if they’ll return or not.

All those anxieties though are amplified because it’s now you on this mission and he’s not there to protect you. That knowledge makes sleeping impossible for him.

It wasn’t like this in the beginning, when you first approached him with a shy smile and shining eyes and when he returned your affections just a shyly, but now, with time having passed and feelings having evolved, Ben now feels the loss of your brightness in his dark life more acutely. It’s a hole in his heart that keeps growing as the days grow long and lonelier in the small base where you both live. It’s taken some time for him to realize what the hole actually was, but when it struck him like a blastershot, it left Ben reeling.

The feeling of missing someone is new to him.

He misses your smile, your laughter, your presence in his life that makes the ongoing war a bit more easier to bear. He misses the way you talk with your hands and eyes and animated words and how you still find the time to really listen to him and his ideas in the midst of all the chaos. He misses how you ground him and his racing mind, how you push the nightmares away.

He misses the time alone with you, when he can be his true self and tell you everything. As much as he misses your words, he misses your silence too, when you are so comfortable with him that words are not needed. He wants to have more of those moments with you, being silent and talking and everything in between.

In short, Ben Solo misses you. All of you.

He hopes desperately you return to him soon and once you do, you are unharmed. He couldn’t handle it if you didn’t or if you were hurt.

His datapad on the desk tells him the mission details but it doesn’t outline any timeframe for it, so like everyone Ben is left in the darkness on your team’s supposed return date. You’ve already been gone for days and the longer time runs, the less likely it is that all in your team will return in one piece.

It’s the price of war that is payed with every attack and every defence. All Resistance fighters know this and accept this, but the ice that surrounds his heart refuses to accept it. Knowing the details of the mission and it’s low success rate actually makes it harder to accept the stakes. He can only hope - a foreign concept for him - but it’s all he has.

Ben takes a final look at the numbers, at the details of the plan before placing the datapad upside down. He can already feel the walls closing in on him in this space and the need to walk it off wins. He ventures outside of the small room he calls his and out in to the open. The lush greenery greets him with the sound of the chirping small insects but otherwise it’s quiet.

There is a small team in the ops room monitoring the missions, but Ben doesn’t go there. Instead he walks briskly into the woods surrounding their base and when he truly knows he’s alone, he lets out a shaky breath. Closing his eyes, he tips his chin up and let’s the air around him fill his lungs and the chirping make a concert inside his large ears.

It grounds him, the sounds of the planet. He feels closer to the Force in here, surrounded by nothing but the sounds and he feels something akin to peace settle into his joints.

The outside and closeness to the Force gives him a reason to fight, to keep fighting this war, so Ben ventures out deeper into the greenery in search of that, pushing all the responsibilities away for just a moment.

Unbeknownst to Ben, that decision makes him miss his datapad beep with an incoming message on his desk.

On my way home, soldier. I’ve missed you so much.

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thelovelylolly · 6 months

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Hi!! How are you??

Can I request a Ben Solo x reader.

Where Ben x reader are soulmates and also Rey’s older sister (telekinesis) (very powerful). They arrive at the resistance base and in the crowd Poe and Finn notices Ben they walk over and they make up and they all get ready to fit Palpatine. The reader is much more powerful and uses this to her advantage and releases a massive energy blast but Rey and Ben are protected with a shield around them and they notice the reader sway on the spot and Ben rushes over to her to try and steady her but she passes out into his arms and he carries her bridal style to the ship and gently places her down onto the bed and covers her up with a blanket.

(You can add the rest)

Thank u 😊

(Han/Leia and Luke are alive)

Wake Up

Summary: You use the extent of your powers in the fight of your life, only for you to pass out afterwards. Warnings: none but let me know if i missed anything! Notes: thank u for ur request! i did change some things around and mainly focused on the end bit, but i hope you still enjoy!

When you little, you figured out on your own that you had the force. Naturally, you were curious and wanted to see what you could do. You pushed yourself to your limits many times, but you could sense when things were getting too much and you would stop yourself. You never let yourself go too far, you didn't know what would happen if you did.

You found out later in your life when you fought Palpatine alongside Rey and Ben. You saw Palpatine prepare his force lightning to shoot at the three of you after you three tried to get hits on him. You knew you had only seconds to react and you knew that you could redirect that energy for your advantage, so you did just that. Palpatine sent his lightning at the three of you and you used the force to redirect it back to him.

What you didn't account for was how much strength it would take for you to do so, but you held your ground until Palpatine stopped his attacks. You hoped he was being electrocuted by his own abilities, and you could sense his dark presence slipping away. You kept going and going until the lightning stopped and nothing was left of Palpatine.

A wave a tiredness hit you, then another. You felt yourself sway, but you could steady yourself. Ben and Rey were walking up behind you, and you turned to face them only for your vision to blur as you fell to the ground.

Ben was able to catch you before you hit the ground, cradling you in his arms and checking to make sure you were just passed out. He hooked an arm behind your back and under your knees, lifting you up and turning to Rey.

"We need to get to the Falcon," he said simply, earning a nod from Rey.

The two rushed you back to the Falcon. Rey went to the cockpit, getting the ship started and up in the air to return to the base. Ben brought you into the bunk area, gently laying you down. He pulled one of the worn blankets over you. He brushed any hair out of your face before taking your hand in his.

Your chest rose and fell steadily, but that didn't ease his worries. He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

"Please...wake up," he whispered as the ship shot into hyperspace.

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When you, Ben and Rey arrived on the base, Ben immediately took you to the med bay. They checked you out and determined that you just needed rest. Ben never left your side, not even while the rest of the Resistance celebrated their victory. He wanted you to wake up, he needed you to wake up.

He held your hand again as he sat at your bedside, waiting for your eyes to flutter open. Rey, Finn and Poe came by to check on you two, but their visit wasn't long. As the day dragged on with no sign of you waking up or Ben moving, Han and Leia stopped by to drop of some food and offer their son some company.

They stayed for a while and only left when it got dark. Ben dozed off every now and then throughout the night, not wanting to be asleep when you wake up. But night came and went, and there was no sign of you waking up.

It was a few hours after sunrise when Ben felt your hand squeeze his. You eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light around you before looking over at Ben. You gave him a sleepy smile.

"Hi," you said softly, your voice a little rough from not being used.

"Hi," he replied, smiling back at you and laughing at your morning voice.

"What did I miss?" You asked, sitting up without letting his hand go.

"We won."

"Good, I didn't want this all to be for nothing," you joke, gesturing to yourself.

"Why did you pass out? The medics said you weren't hurt, but you were out for a while."

You sighed. "It takes a lot out of me to use the force, especially at that scale. I thought I had it but, uh, guess not."

"Well, I'm happy you're awake."

"I am, too. We have some celebrating to catch up on."

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t-horn-n · 2 years

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— allusions and anecdotes

PAIRING: kylo ren x reader (female)

GENRE: mild-angst-ish

WARNINGS: none

possible—yet unlikely—star wars ‘third trilogy’ spoilers

SUMMARY: part ii to the statue and the artist

Here, before you, was a statue that defied the laws of rationality.

It breathed, its shoulders rose and fell with the ceaselessness of the tide. Its—his—heart beat, you could hear its continuous thrumming by some higher power you could not fathom. And by the same inexplicable force, you knew—though you knew very little of the universe and the galaxies it held—that he was dangerous.

Pure, potent power condensed on his clothes and was entangled in every strand of dark hair that fell across his face. Every nerve that rose on your skin, every minuscule whisper in your mind urged that you must stay far away from the figure carved in the space before you. They were not the same voices that came to you when you were alone, these were much more urgent and they told you you must run.

But you both could not and would not run. Instead, you rose, crept closer in the moments that stretched into eternities. By your own command, unadulterated by the unnatural will both of you shared—and could impose—you reached him. Curiosity mingled with fascination. After all, he was the sole person you saw in tangibility in eighteen years. In 6,570 days.

Your proximity to him was so close that, if you desired to, you could study each of the pores on his face. And though he always seemed unreachable, perpetually towering over others, to you he was not so frightening. You were his equal.

Your fingers wandered before your mind could process their actions. Featherlight, they brushed the side of his face, the shallow cove where his cheekbone caved into the flesh of his cheek. They still had paint on them, the black that his hair boasted, the colour that he always wore. Neither of you seemed to notice.

He stiffened like you had shocked him. And you had, but not in the traditional sense. A current raced through both of your veins, beginning where you shared contact and it felt like your heart suddenly started. It was as though before that moment neither of you were truly alive, like in that instant you had been born.

It was a strange, yet exhilarating feeling. It was frighteningly addicting.

“Who are you?” Kylo Ren asked. His voice was free from the filtering it was usually subject to.

“I don’t know.”

He blinked. Twice. Thrice.

Who was someone, if not for the relationships they shared? And if you shared none, then were you anyone at all? To him, your personality, you in your fundamental state seemed so tremendous already.

“Who are you?” You countered.

Kylo Ren. Ben Solo. He had been involved in countless relationships. Some failed, most insignificant.

“I don’t know,” he replied. And then he tried again when your eyebrows rose. “I have tried being so much that I think I have lost myself along the way.” What implored him to speak so freely? What force allowed his soul to bare so completely before you? How was it that he knew, beyond a shred of a doubt, that Snoke was not listening to this conversation, and that he would not find evidence of it should he probe his mind?

“Well,” you breathed. “Do I have the pleasure of finding you?”

“It will be arduous. It will not be easy,” he assured.

“I have all of the time in the universe.”

He did not laugh. The sound that escaped his mouth was more like a sigh, yet inspired an easy, relaxed connotation. Nonetheless, it seemed like a tremendous weight on his chest, the shackles of the past and of the future, released for just a moment.

You smiled, slightly, quietly. Then you switched topics entirely. You attempted to hold eye contact while you spoke, but each time a quake of awkwardness overtook you and you returned your gaze to the floor. It was so peculiar and unfamiliar to converse with a voice that was associated with a face.

“Am I free?” The door to your cell was open and you were already two steps into the hall, but still, your question was hindered by caution. Quickly, you smothered the root of hope that insisted on planting itself. Why set yourself up for unnecessary disappointment?

Your statue did not answer, not immediately. Silence settled over you, but you were not impatient. It was long ago when you learned fortitude in waiting.

“There is no one on this ship that is free,” he admitted. He, too, had trouble looking you in the eye while he spoke. Perhaps it would be something you learned together. “But now you will have more freedom.”

“Follow me,” he continued without giving you the chance to reply. Though you would never know, he was also attempting to save himself from disappointment. “You will have other accommodations.” He stepped backwards and though there was more space separating you, the crackle was still there. “Please,” he added quietly.

Then, he strode away. And though his innate words were not a lie, his actions were. It was true that Snoke had commanded Kylo Ren to greet you that day, and that you were to live in quarters closer to Snoke’s knight and the training rooms; but he had told Kylo Ren only to find someone to escort you there. That someone did not have to be him.

The air swelled heavily with people's thoughts, most revolving around your statue and you yourself. It was not heads that turned to stare as you walked through the galvanised halls of the Finalizer, but minds. You set your hands over your ears as you passed a large room that held dozens of talking and eating soldiers.

“You will get used to it. And soon you will learn to command their thoughts to your whim.”

Kylo Ren’s personality had hardened since your conversation in the prison hallway, quickly becoming one with the authority his position held. With practised ease, he once again took upon the veneer he so often cloaked around him.

On your walk he had explained the basic workings of the Finalizer and the community you were now a part of. Though colder, he was still uncharacteristically patient with your lack of what was supposed to be common knowledge.

“I suppose that you will be training in the Force with me.”

“What’s the Force?” You had asked.

That surprised him more than you would ever know, but he explained the concept anyway. Although, you probably knew the Force more intimately than you had realised.

When you arrived at your new quarters, you were perplexed by the novelties it held. It was darker than the room you were used to, certainly darker than the hallway in which you stood. And it was simple, yet infinitely complex in its unfamiliarity.

What most surprised you was your own reflection. Your own, inverted twin stared back through a mirror hung on the wall. It should not have been bizarre to see that you had changed drastically from the hazy image of your ten-year-old self you remembered.

At least, for the sake of preserving your dignity, your statue did not have to explain the functions of the bathroom to you.

“What do I call you? You never told me your name,” you asked as he began to leave.

Ben Solo.

“Kylo Ren.”

The next moment he was gone.

That night, your dreams were plagued by the history of the other. Even in subconsciousness, you were learning of one another, exchanging your strengths and weaknesses in a spectral plane. It was undeniable that you shared an unlikely connection with Kylo Ren, and it was one Snoke intended to exploit.

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— part i

— m. list

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maybe-your-left · 2 years

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BITCH PICTURE THIS.

Young Jedi Benji baby and you, always sneaking off and hiding your relationship. There’s sexual tension every time you sneak away to smooch. Any hidden place, sneaking into each other’s rooms after dark. Just think - HEAVY PETTING.

Do with this information what you will👀

did i write this to set up for a commander-ren canonverse fic?

yes.

do i have time to add another fic to my agenda?

no.

am i going to do it anyway?

yes.

enjoy :)

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High Chosen

jedi Ben Solo x jedi Female Reader

kylo ren x female reader

some music for the mood: https://youtu.be/pbyC8wYyoBs

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There are moments.

Moments, where everything is at peace. When you can sit down and breathe for the very first time, and clear every thought inside your brain. As it bounced around your skull, not punishing it for being there.

Just acknowledging and moving along.

Master Luke loves these moments.

Sends you to different areas of the island, to soak up the sun, breathe in the sea air. Listen to a porg chirp at its family, where you can feel the universe become whole.

There is no darkness, no voices, no threats or danger, there is only you.

He tells you about it every morning when you rise with the sun and join on the morning hike. Bracing yourself against the harsh elements of the world around you, unable to ask for help. Jedis are not supposed to need it-no attachments-be free from the bonds of humanity.

But when you sit, on your slab of rock, smoothed from months of perching upon it. You don’t feel the connection with nature or hear the songs of birds or the cries of people who need your help.

You see a single image, a bright light. The sun, eclipsed by a shadow, standing tall, carved out by ages before it. Knowing of the heritage on its broad shoulders, every day it gets closer and closer until you can see its fingertips almost touch…

“That’ll be all for today, young padawans,” Master luke’s voice breaks the connection, sending a sharp pain to throb at the base of your skull. Only soothed by the touch of another-forbidden.

You slowly stand, brushing off the dust that accumulated while you were meditating. Seeing the others groaning, a few laughing how their backs hurt from sitting so straight.

Years ago, you would’ve agreed, the rigidness of the body has to be as dedicated as the mind. When you aren’t committed, nothing will change.

But that was before.

Before him.

“Join me.”

“Please.”

—— 3 years ago ——-

“Ben!”

You squealed from the shores, ripping off your outer layers so you could run into the ocean. Giggling as the winds whipped your hair away from your face, freezing from head to toe as you stepped into the sharp sea.

There was nothing like it, every Sunday you would run down the edge of the island. Almost falling on your face down the cliff, plummet to your doom. But you’d catch yourself, on something each time. Brought to you by your noble friend, caretaker, Ben.

He had explained to you a thousand times before how you should be careful. Not run away from the group, even if it was the jedis rest day, you had to wake up!

You squealed from the waves, arms flailing in the salty air at the beach where Ben stood. Arms crossed and a scowl on his face, there were days where it would fade.

Maybe even a dimple of a smile would appear, watching the waves crash over you before rushing to the shoreline. Desperate to catch your breath before staring at the sun rising, “Brisk today, isn’t it?”

And Ben would always nod, and say, “Just like before.”

But this morning he changed the routine, stripping on the beach, down to his tunic, you stared with wide eyes as the wraps on his forearms were bared to you and all the gods above.

You’d never seen him without layers of beige you all were forced to wear, unable to see the pale flesh that lived beneath. Littered with constellations of freckles and moles, you stood solid against the current whipping around your shoulders.

Feeling the force thrum through the air as he approached. Ben's jaw was clenched tight, glaring at the sky as you would usually.

“Why do you do this!?”

You stared at his throat bob as he hissed out pained breath after breath, no longer feeling the chill nip of the wintery waves but a warmth in your cheeks.

Spreading down your chest, and deep into your soul.

Your voice was small, barely a whisper over the ocean who demanded to be heard.

“It reminds me that I’m alive.“

———

Every week, Ben joins you in the waves.

Shows you new tricks, recently he’s been throwing balls of water at the back of your head. When you whine about not wanting to get your face wet, the showers were sparse and the ocean wasn’t as cleansing as one would imagine.

You were hiding behind a large boulder, waiting in the waves for Ben to rush out and find you. Mind focused on creating a wave to finally knock him over so you could win your little game, be on top for once!

Ben was silent, slowly moving. You could practically see it, the water lapping across his abdomen. Turning red from the piercing cold of the waves-but he never shivered. Or complained after the first time, so neither did you, instead engulfed by his presence.

You scrunched into yourself more, seeing his hand reach out past the boulder.

Reaching towards the dark gray abyss of clouds that Master Luke had warned was coming. To hide in your huts until it was safe, there was no changing mother nature's course.

You watch carefully, feeling the force flow through his legs. Grounded at the bottom and up towards his finger tips. Crackling with life, how you wished you were as strong as him.

But no one would surpass Ben-he was born to be great.

You wanted to reach out, maybe feel some of the power he exuded when suddenly the sky cracked. Ben's hand shot towards you in a rush of rain and waves over taking your feeble form.

You were sure you blacked out, only seeing the same image over and over again.

A cold layer of snow, blanketing something dark and red, gasping in sharp breaths while the liquid stained whoever’s soul was laid to waste there…

“We have to hurry,” Ben's voice cut through your fogged psyche. He fumbled with your clothes, trying and failing to wrap you in your lavender robes before giving up and hauling you in his arms.

You stared out at the sea, watching the swirling vortex of rain contort into a face. Riddled with scars and screaming for whoever could hear.

And the sharp pain was back, as Ben kicked through the small door of your hut.

Laying you down on your cot, you finally focused on him. His face scrunched in fear, scared, blinking wildly while he tried to brush the bits of sand and sea that stuck.

You tried to speak, overcome with the emotion of seeing him. Needing him-after so long of being friends you felt something different. That you couldn’t ever be without, and you lunged.

Wet hands clasping onto his shivering jaw, succumbing to the most human of urges as your lips met.

Ben froze.

You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see him reject you, claiming that the jedi are not allowed this mortal feeling. They are above it-you couldn’t let it sway you to the darkness inside.

But instead of the lecture you were sure to hear, he melted.

A soft moan slipping through his lips as they pressed hungrily to your own. You pushed your fingers through his sandy hair, creating two knots to grab onto while your tongues licked for entrance.

He tasted divine, like pure sin and absolution mixed into one. You felt truly at peace, scratching your nails against his scalp until he collapsed on top of you.

Two bodies shivering from the cold, Ben leaned on his forearm, looking into your eyes for a brief moment before kissing you once again.

You pressed your chest into his, nipples tightening through the damp fabric that separates you. His muscles tightening under the light scrape, you gasped into his mouth, “Oh, please.”

The words barely tumbled out before you realized, a whine falling as he pulled away. Hands clasped to his own face as he stared into the lamp by your bedside.

“No-no-no-no!”

You watched him pace the room, talking to himself in low tones. Almost wrestling with a demon, you could feel the air charge around you, as deadly as the storm outside as it raged on inside you both. You rushed to him, without thinking you grabbed his arms.

“It’s okay! Ben,” you gasped before you were zapped with a sharp pain. Cowering against the sidewall of your hut, cradling your hands to your chest.

Ben blinked for a moment, both of you registering what he had done.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, shaking his hands to rid them of the poison that flowed, you watched him re approach your bedside. Leaned on his palms, “I didn’t-I didn’t mean to. It's just-we aren’t supposed to.”

“I know,” you squeaked, trembling as you watched his pointer finger move to touch the tips of your shaking feet. The sharp pain lighter now, like a soft ember glowing in a fire.

You looked down together, seeing his large palm engulf your ankle. Tugging you from the dark corner and flat on your back, Ben swallowed, “I should go, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Leaving you, with only a chaste kiss on the lips that tingle throughout the storm.

——-

You thought about that moment over and over, turning it in your mind while you tried to sleep.

Days went by, and no change in your routine, it was like it never happened to him. Still brooding and silent during your hikes across the mountains, through the dark waves of the island. In meditation sessions, you watched him floating above everyone else, unable to take your eyes off his scrunched face.

But something was different, you could feel it.

A string tied the two of you together, from the place where your chests had lightly touched, you caressed your sternum at night. Under the dim glow of the fire, you pressed into the contusion of skin and bone and took a deep breath.

Seeing it again, that scene in the forest.

Snowflakes cascading down, hitting your frostbitten face. You hummed as you felt it melt on your skin, blinking awake to the sight of a body laying on the ground. Shivering, hulking, a mass of muscle shrouded by darkness.

A trail led your footsteps towards the beast, breathing rasping against the fallen snow.

You reached out, feeling the force flow through the bond. Eternally tethered now to this thing.

Kylo?

Your voice whispered the word, rolled it along your tongue. Oh-yes, it tasted decadent, just like Ben's fleeting kisses. You licked your lips, moaning a little as you approached the being once more, the pain in your chest rising and rising until you were in front of it.

You could almost see its face…

“What are you doing?”

Ben's words ripped you from your vision, shooting off your cot gasping for air. Like you were pulled from the dark waters at the shores of your hut. You clutched your chest, trying to keep your modesty, you’d been laying in the nude.

Caressing your chest by yourself wasn’t something he needed to witness, draping your tunic from your waist over your heaving breasts.

“What?”

He moved into the dim light, the door to your hut closed behind him. Shrugging as he sat down on your cot, creaking under his weight, “What were you doing? I could hear you mumbling something?”

Confusion painted your brow, how could he have heard you? His hut was the farthest away from yours, unless he was… “Were you spying on me, Ben?”

His cheeks flushed, jackpot.

“You were!”

You squealed, leaning into his side playfully to jostle him from another mood.

“I wasn’t-I just heard you and it seemed like you were in pain.”

“I’m okay,” you whispered, rubbing the spot on your chest that soothed with his touch. You nuzzled your cheek into his rough shoulder. Fabric scraping only a little, it felt good to touch him again.

Ben's cheek fell to the top of your head, a heavy sigh followed before he placed a tentative hand on your back. Bareskin under his thumb, slipping it a few times under the top hem, so soft and smooth.

“I’m worried about us.”

You stiffened, mind beginning to race, “Did you-you didn’t tell Luke about our…kiss?”

His exhale took much too long, you shifted. Ready to hear his lecture, or for your mentor to burst through the door and rip you away from Ben. To never see the man next to you again, you weren’t worthy… not of a jedi or even be a jedi yourself.

What if you were taken away? Would the pain worsen? Would the bond sever? Would you never feel this way again, only to be in deep pain through the end of days?

“I feel it too,” Ben whispered, slipping his hand to one of your own. Unclutching it from your dressing, he brought it to his chest, “Right here.” Tapping against the sternum with your fingers folded together between his own.

“What does it mean?”

He kept your fingers between his own, letting the hands sag like his shoulders. You studied his profile, blinking slowly while he stared off at the powdery ground of your hut. Your swallow loud enough for your collective ears to pop, you were about to speak when his voice caught you off guard.

“It can’t be good.”

It was like he was speaking to himself, shaking his head before looking back at your face. You blinked with him, eyes snapping towards his rosy lips, and suddenly he was on top of you. Pressing your mouths together in a desperate passion that caught you off guard, arms slung around his neck while his tongue quested inside you.

Tangling in a duel, you moaned into him. Relaxing under the pressure as more of him joined your limbs on the cot, pressing your bodies together. Ben's hands came to rest on your cheeks, moving down to wrap dangerously around your throat.

Snapping tight around the column, you felt the shaking and sweating from his palms mixing with your slickening skin. Tight-you gasped for breath, kiss bitten lips stringing together with some saliva that snapped onto your chins. You glanced down, your tunic pulled enough to expose your naked skin.

Stiff peaks rubbing against the stringy fabric of his own, Ben looked down. Keeping his hands around your throat, he cleared his, “Oh.”

“Ben,” you whispered, hands coming up to paw at his shoulders.

Unknown if they were to help him get off you, fix the mistake of your nudity, or to disrobe him.

Ben quickly sat up on his knees, thighs between your spread ones. Hands like lightning towards the sash across his chest, it shrugged forward as he divested himself. Throwing it off to the dusty floor in a poof of air. Naked skin, you'd seen it before at the shoreline, but it was so different…

Bruised.

Your brow furrowed, reaching out to touch the largest, “Ben, where-how did you get these?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

His hands landed on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing the skin once, twice, three times before moving to join at your sternum.

Pressing at the center, “I feel you, right here.”

You nodded, sliding your palms up the length of his arms until you mirrored his movements. Tapping the bone under your fingertips, “It usually aches.”

“But does it now?”

“No.”

A deep breath.

“Never when I’m with you.”

Ben smirked a little, barely a movement of his lips before he moved his palms to touch the bounty of your body. Holding your breasts delicately, rolling them under his hand. You sighed in pleasure, you’d touched yourself like this in the past, just to know what it would feel like if the moment ever came. To feel the flesh bounce under another's touch-electric.

His thumbs came down over the stiff budding of your nipples, pinching softly.

“Oh.”

Ben nodded, “Do you like that?”

You mirrored his nod, letting your hands fall away from his shoulders and bounce on the bedding around your head. Lifting your chest into his touch while he pet and pinched every inch of your flesh exposed to him until he made his way to where your sheet was wrapped around your hips.

Wiggling his fingertips between the fabric and your bareskin, you glanced towards one another. The question floating around between the both, you felt a strong pull emanate from the center of your chest. Beating harder and harder as he tugged on the fabric until it came loose from your cocoon. “Ben,” you were breathless, watching him as the ache increased. “Ben, we shouldn’t-”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” he asked without looking at you, just pulling the fabric from your center that was opening for his hungry eyes, “We could make each other feel better, like this.”

Your head pounded with the millions of reasons as to why it was a bad idea, forbidden for you to have such a relationship. But your heart, it was beating for every touch he was giving you. Ache soothed by the balmy touch of his palms against your sensitive inner thighs.

Angled for him to touch and play with, you gasped as his fingers found your center. Playing with the skin of your outer lips, his own opened in awe of your form. Your eyes rolled back as he touched more, rubbing his thumbs up and down on the skin as it grew slick and dewy from your core, hot to the touch.

You gasped as his hot breath hit you, snapping down to see his face inches away. Eyes wide and bouncing around his skull while he leaned in, moaning as his hot tongue flicked out for the first taste.

The noise that fell out of your was foreign, not a cry or a sob. But a squeak as he repeated it again and again, Ben buried his nose against your mound, blissfully taking in your essence as more dripped out from your candy center.

Soon you were riding his face, chasing your release as he ground down. Hands roaming your body before him, squeezing and smacking at your breasts in his hold. Grasping at his silky hair between your legs while your thighs shook from the pure pleasure he was rocking you towards.

“Be quiet,” he mumbled into your skin, kissing your innermost thigh with slippery lips, “We can’t be found.”

“No,” you agreed, eyes squeezed shut as you urged him with your hips to continue. You were so close to something big, cresting over the edge of the hill you tried to climb every day with no one by your side. But Ben was taking you there, hand in hand, with his flickering tongue dancing between your folds and smacking inside your entrance.

Fluttering inside you, scooping out the wetness that smeared across his chin. Oh, you cooed just as the snap in your chest seemed to break. The damp between your legs grew as your legs shook again and Ben's hand smacked around your mouth right as you were to let out a blood curdling scream into the dim light of your hut.

Panting against his skin, you watched as he released your core, wiping his mouth against your sheet before pulling away from you. Standing in the center of your room, hands on his hips and chest breathing in deeply.

You laid against your pillow, studying his face flash through a range of emotions before closing his eyes and exhaling through his nose.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Ben,” you reached out towards him, hand trembling as your chest began to ache more and more the further away he stepped. “Its fine-”

“You’re making me feel things that I know I’m not supposed to.”

You stopped, leaning back with your hands in your lap while his eyes met yours. Different, they were different now. Rimmed with tints of gold rather than the usual blackness you could drown in, bright.

“I have to go.”

—------

The sky is on fire.

Everything around you billows with smoke and ash, falling on your untainted shoulders as you run from the temple.

Screams ringing in your ears, loud enough for you to know you’ll never live another day without remembering the pained cries. You stood in the center of the temple square, or what was left of it as the alarms rang around you.

Staring at the flames that licked every corner of it, your friends were all trapped inside. You couldn’t get to them, forced to watch everything you’d help build burn to the ground before your very eyes.

Your chest ached, oh, it ached as you stumbled over pieces of rubble towards the hills in the distance. You needed to get out of there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Not until you knew, knew that he was safe.

Ben had to be safe-he had to be.

Tears streamed your cheeks as you thought of the immense pain never going away, tethering you and him together. Only to be soothed by the other touch-you had to find him.

Your bare feet stung as you climbed over a fallen pillar, charred from whatever caused the mayhem to ensue. The staircase towards the heart of the temple littered with bodies that you didn’t know were dead or alive, you didn’t stop to check as the smoke became thicker and thicker.

Coating your throat like his hands had before.

“Ben!” you screamed out, met with nothing but the sound of the wind whipping through the skies, the sea raging on behind you.

“Ben! Ben-please!”

You scrambled up the stairs, running now, determined to find him. Throwing rocks and other debris out of the way with the force and your bare hands, every blank stare met with the cold realization that it wasn’t him.

Where?

Where could he be?

You looked around as you made it to the center, flames all around the hall while you coughed and choked on your very last breaths.

This was it, you’d never see him again.

Your eyes grew tired, blinking slowly as the poison made its way into your lungs. A sound echoing around your skull as you took in the last image of your temple, footsteps approached you.

A figure, shrouded in black, darkness coming to meet you firsthand. Devoid of all light as you scanned up the body, until it stopped at their face.

Half covered by an unknown shadow, a gloved hand reached out for you to take.

“Join me, please.”

And as the words rolled off their tongue, you recognized the face of your dear friend.

“Ben?”

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Pursuit: A Ben Solo Star Wars Story - Chapter 8

Title: Pursuit Fandom: Star Wars: Skywalker Saga Genres: Sci-Fi, Action/Adventure, Romance Setting: Post The Rise of Skywalker (Ben Solo lives!) Chapter: 8/? Main Character: Ben Solo (Kylo Ren) Warnings: Moderate combat violence; adventure peril; minor angst; antagonist has a line which could be understood as a very brief, veiled reference to potential sexual threat (there is never any sexual violence in my writing) Main Pairings: Ben Solo x OC Pinned Post: Please find all completed chapters of Pursuit here. Author's Note: Lots of lightsaber content and special guests in this chapter! :) Extra Notes: Requests for Character x Reader fics are currently open in my Asks. Please read the guidelines first.

Summary: Three years after surviving events on the planet Exegol, Ben Solo is carving out a solitary life for himself in the New Republic against the backdrop of reconstruction. His pursuance of quiet redemption is interrupted when a new threat to the Galaxy emerges from an old and terrifying enemy. With the help of new friends and unlikely allies, Ben must set out into Wild Space to defeat the darkness rising and put his own demons to rest once and for all.

Read: Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6 (18+); Chapter 7

Chapter Eight (Word Count: 3775)

Ada had expected the Star Destroyer to be swarming with Stormtroopers. And it was. But not in the way she'd thought. She and Ben had stepped cautiously out of their dilapidated, stolen TIE fighter with little other option, her with blaster in hand, he with the emitter of his lightsaber in his. But instead of a flurry of hostile activity, they had been met by a wall of still, silent Troopers stretching as far back into the Destroyer's cavernous hanger as they could see. There were hundreds of them.

At the very front of the endless rows of immobile figures in white armour stood a line of ten or so Troopers, clad in uniforms Ada had never seen before. They were bedecked in menacing black armour with red visors and shoulder guards, and bore an insignia unfamiliar to Ada. It was a black circle with a vertical line through it and two horizontal red stripes superimposed on top.

The silence in the hanger was eerie, but it was soon broken by the sound of strident footsteps growing ever closer. Three figures stalked through the motionless sea of Troopers and leading at the front, was the man from all Tallah's nightmares. And Ada's own.

Endo Seris, the Grand Inquisitor. He was even taller than she remembered, black cloak billowing out behind him as he took long, assured strides, covering the significant distance down the huge hanger towards them as if it were a trifling stroll. Walking two paces behind either side of him and swathed in similarly dark robes, were a man and a woman.

The woman was tall with an angular face, her short black hair shaven at the sides of her head, feline features twisted into an apparently permanent expression of barely constrained rage. The other man was short, much shorter than both Seris and the woman, but he was heavy-set, muscular, and broad, almost impossibly so.

All three Inquisitors carried in their gloved hands, a lightsaber emitter with the same strange, circular grip Ada had seen Seris wielding that night back home on Bakura. As they emerged from the mass of sentinel Stormtroopers, each ignited their double-bladed weapon, creating a surreal red glow of advancing, thrumming energy.

Ada, chilled to the bone by the sight, suddenly felt the reassuring warmth that she'd grown to associate with Ben being near. He was standing very close to her, his large, comforting presence towering over her, and he placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him and he met her gaze, a tinge of remorse in his open, beautiful face.

She knew he felt guilty for the situation they found themselves in and she wished she had the time to explain to him that she wouldn't have done anything differently. There were so many things she wanted to say to him.

“Ben,” as all she found she could say, and it came out so quiet it was barely a whisper.

“I know.”

He gave her that crooked smirk she'd grown to love and a wink so subtle that only she was able to see it. As he stepped out towards the waiting Inquisitors, his lightsaber burst into life. He twirled the weapon once, twice in his hand before raising it and widening his stance ready for battle.

The was a tense moment when each warrior remained perfectly immobile, four coiled springs of adrenaline waiting to explode into deadly action.

Seris moved first and Ben to meet him without hesitation. The two tall men collided in a dazzling flash of blue and red, just as Tallah had described to Ada from her dream. The stocky male Inquisitor followed soon after, forcing Ben to break away and give ground to Seris so that he could block the powerful incoming strike.

The woman Inquisitor who had been circling the fight like a predator waiting to pounce finally moved in and when she did so, it was she who worried Ada the most. She was a quick and acrobatic fighter who struck with seemingly unnatural precision. Ben moved up a gear and had to adapt when she entered the fray, at times needing to substitute the powerful, long saber swings natural to his own fighting style for quick, sharp fencing jabs and parries in their place.

Ada had seen Ben in battle before on Jaturra, but this was something entirely different. Facing three opponents with skill that rivalled his own, he fought with an almost unhinged ferocity. The nature of the Inquisitors' double bladed sabers, meant Ben had to parry and block furiously and with astonishing quickness. More than once, Ada saw him forced to leap over a scorching blade. His face was set in a fierce grimace and his wild eyes blazed with an intensity that was frightening.

As she watched, Ada suddenly understood, really understood, that the skirmish on Jaturra had been sport for Ben. This was survival.

Ada had raised her weapon when the Seris had first charged at Ben. Now it seemed impotent and useless in her hand. She had no idea what she planned to do with it. The combatants were moving so fast that, despite her skill, there was nothing she could conceivably do without risk of hitting Ben in the process. Besides, if she started firing off shots, who knew what the battalion of Stormtroopers would do. The cold realisation that she couldn't interfere settled like a stone in the pit of her stomach. She lowered her blaster.

As her mind passed over the multitude of Troopers, Ada realised something else. This was all for show. At any moment, Seris could simply order his Inquisitors to disengage and for the masses to take aim and win the fight that way. And even if Ben did manage to defeat three Inquisitors, what then? Could they take on hundreds of Stormtroopers with a lightsaber and a single blaster with no way off the damn ship? This was a rigged game.

In the midst of parrying an overhead strike from Seris, Ben found himself facing a head-on assault from the heavy-set Inquisitor. Out of options, he stuck out his free hand and Ada staggered slightly as the energy of his Force blast reverberated through the floor. Seris disengaged, losing his footing slightly, and Ada saw the woman Inquisitor stumble out of the corner of her eye, interrupted in her advance.

But it was the assailing stocky Inquisitor who bore the brunt of Ben's power, and he went flying backwards into the air, crashing violently through the stationary Stormtroopers like game pieces on a Dejarik board.

Blinded by rage, the Inquisitor staggered to his feet pushing hapless Troopers off him and out of his way as he barrelled back towards Ben with surprising speed, dual bladed saber lightsaber held aloft.

It was a mistake. His comrades knew it and they intuitively stepped out of the fray to avoid the hulking man's wild charge. As he reached Ben, the taller man sidestepped the uncoordinated assault easily, swooping impossibly low under the Inquisitor's raised arm. In one swift movement Ben reversed the grip on his saber with a swing of the hilt in his hand and plunged it, almost casually, straight through the man's back as he blundered past his target.

Ada watched as the life left the man's eyes, his face, at first etched with an expression of pure shock, slowly relaxing. It was a brutal thing to witness, and even though she knew Ben had no choice, the ease with which he had dispatched the man sent a chill up her spine.

Ben did not do the Inquisitor the discourtesy of dragging the blade back through his lifeless body. Instead he disengaged the blade, then reignited it when it was free of its quarry. The huge man's body dropped heavily to the floor and a blanket of heavy silence descended upon the hanger.

Then, to Ada's amazement, Seris laughed. He actually laughed. An exuberant bark which echoed through the hanger like a crack of thunder. His eyes were alight with what Ada could only recognise as exhilaration. But there was no mirth in the female Inquisitor's face. It was contorted in a mask of raw hatred, eyes flicking wildly between Ben and her fallen comrade.

The two remaining Inquisitors circled Ben. He twirled the hilt of his saber in challenge, and Ada thought she actually saw him snarl like and animal. It was not long before the woman Inquisitor launched herself wildly at him. Fuelled by rage, she unleashed a flurry of swift, unpredictable blows.

Unlike her dead counterpart, the woman's anger made her stronger and quicker and she advanced like a force of nature. Ben moved backwards at speed, fending off her furious attacks while also having to deflect and avoid powerful strikes from Seris. His window of opportunity to land offensive blows seemed to be narrowing. This was unsustainable, even for him.

Suddenly, the woman landed a strike, red blade skimming Ben's flank and leaving a searing slash in his side just above his right hip bone. A cry stuck in his throat as, unbalanced, he grabbed at his wound and lost his footing momentarily. He regained his stance in seconds but it was already too late. The woman's red blade was glowing hot underneath his chin, a satisfied sneer sitting triumphant on her beautiful, terrifying face.

“Yield,” she hissed.

Ben hesitated. Ada studied his face as he assessed the situation. She recognised that look. He was weighing up his options, desperate to avoid the disaster of surrender. But with the heat of the saber at his throat and Seris advancing with his own weapon outstretched, Ben finally relented and deactivated his own lightsaber. The blue blade disappeared with a hiss and the emitter dropped from his hand and onto the polished floor with a clatter that rang through the hanger like a death knell.

The woman kept her saber trained on him as Seris snapped his fingers. A pair of Troopers in the black uniforms, approached either side of Ben, taking an arm each and restraining him roughly. Ada saw him wince and his torso fold slightly as the Trooper on his right jostled his new wound.

Once Ben was secured, the Grand Inquisitor lowered his own weapon and spoke.

“Kylo Ren.” ***************************************************

Ben felt Ada's shock tear through the Force like a bolt of lightning. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her gaze flick uncertainly towards him, her eyes shimmering with hurt and betrayal. His heart plummeted.

“I was there on Exegol, you know,” Seris said, his tone level but with a shard of ice through it, “amid the glory of the Sith Eternal. I saw it happen. I saw you help that girl murder our true Emperor.”

Seris chuckled humourlessly.

“Snoke and Palpatine. It's not often a man gets away with regicide twice in his life, let alone twice in as many years.”

“Traitor,” the female Inquisitor hissed, and she spat towards Ben's feet.

Ben sensed some of Ada's resolve return at Seris' words, but the undercurrent of her confusion and anger simmered a constant oscillation in the Force. It tore at his conscience. Guilt and shame ripped through him, an anguish worse than the pain in his wounded side.

“So this is Vader's heir,” Seris scoffed, eyes scanning Ben up and down as if searching for a glimpse of the mighty Sith warrior.

“The apple appears to have fallen so very far from the tree. Look at you. The very image of defeat.”

“We'll see,” Ben seethed and he heard the ghost of Kylo Ren as he spoke.

The Purge Troopers - for although Ben had only heard of them in stories of the old Inquisitorious Order, he was convinced this was what they were - tightened their grip on him.

Seris only rolled his eyes and the Grand Inquisitor turned his attention to Ada.

“And who is this?”

He opened his hand and Ada's blaster was torn from her. He threw it aside carelessly and then used the Force to drag her towards him across the floor. She stumbled as she fought against the motion, attempting bravely but fruitlessly to resist.

“If you touch her, I'll kill you,” Ben spat, struggling vehemently against the Purge Troopers.

It was Ren's voice, he realised, so strained it was almost a whisper and laced with deadly venom.

Ben didn't care. He meant it. Seris ignored the threat completely.

“Ah!” Seris exclaimed with an odd joviality when Ada was mere inches from his face, hovering and paralysed, held in an invisible energy field.

Recognition dawned in his expression and he chuckled as if at a joke during a dinner party. He turned to the woman Inquisitor almost conversationally.

“This is the woman who shot me in the back on Bakura, Second Sister.”

“Brave little thing, Grand Inquisitor,” Second Sister crooned in a strange, high pitched drawl.

“Indeed,” Seris agreed and trained his dead eyed gaze back to Ada, “Your girl would make a very a good student. Where is she now?”

Ada held her silence and Seris appraised her in a way Ben hated. He could feel the disgust and fear coursing within her, but that ever constant spark of fiery determination he'd come to love about her held steady. She didn't flinch. She kept her chin tilted upwards in defiance, holding Seris's gaze, her green eyes flaring like kyber as if she intended to burn her way through the Inquisitor's dead, grey orbs.

“No matter,” Seris reached out and ran a gloved finger slowly down Ada's cheek, allowing his fingers to tangle in a strand of her red hair, “Maybe later we can get better acquainted and we'll discuss it then, hmm?”

Rage and fear ascending, Ben reached deep into the Force, delving into all the dark places he'd avoided for so long. But Seris must have felt the rising threat because before Ben could act, the Grand Inquisitor nodded curtly towards the Purge Troopers restraining him.

One Trooper unleashed a brutal punch to Ben's wounded side and he dropped to one knee with a grunt, his connection to the Force severing in an instant as agony tore through his body, blossoming outwards from the tender point of impact.

Then, the butt of a blaster whipped across his face. He felt his lip split, his mouth suddenly filled with the warm taste of metal. Before the pain could register, a heavy blow landed to the back of his neck and the world blinked out into darkness.

***********************************************

Two men sat cross-legged on the floor of a bright, liminal space that was seemingly endless. Their forms shimmered with a strange blue light. One was a young man in his early twenties, the other a little older, perhaps nearing forty.

They were examining another man with raven hair who lay in an unconscious heap on the ground before them.

“I think he's taller than you,” quipped the older man conversationally, head cocked to one side.

His voice was refined and confident, full of good humour, and his pronunciation clipped and proper.

“Oh really?” Came the reply, full of convivial mock offence.

“Yes. And the beard is rather fetching too,” the older man twirled his own sandy blonde moustache as he said this, and turned to his young companion with a twinkle in his blue eyes.

“You never could grow a proper one and not for lack of trying as I seem to recall.”

The younger man let out a loud and raucous burst of deep laughter which resonated throughout the barrier-less space.

Then, he was suddenly serious and he looked down at his hands as if searching for the right words to say next. Uncertainty lined his handsome young face, piercing blue eyes betraying a multitude of worries.

“Obi-wan, I don't know what to say to him. I'm not sure I'm the best one to give him this speech. His obsession with Vader...it ruined him. I ruined him.”

“He has come so far on his journey since then, old friend. I can't foresee his turning back now. He's teetering on the edge of losing his way but he just needs a little push back onto the right track. That's all.”

Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi turned to face the young man and continued.

“Anakin. He needs hope my old friend. You are the only one who could possibly understand what he has been through.”

Kenobi laid a comforting hand on his old apprentice's shoulder.

“Your grandson needs you.”

**************************************************** “Wake up, Ben,” a deep, youthful voice said, interrupting perhaps the soundest sleep Ben had experienced in years.

“I am up,” he mumbled into the ground, feeling like a teenager again.

When he finally did lift his head and open his eyes, he saw that he was in a boundless white space. It was almost blindingly bright. He realised the pain in his side was gone. Was he dead?

Ben pushed himself up to a sitting position and noticed a tall man pacing casually in front of him, hands clasped behind his back. He was younger than Ben, perhaps in his early twenties. An unruly mop of golden hair framed his handsome face and a faint scar, uncannily familiar to the one Rey had given Ben on Starkiller Base tracked vertically downward over his right eye from his brow to his cheek. The man wore the robes of a Jedi and a lightsaber was clipped to his belt.

“Who are you?”

“You know me,” the man said with a cocky albeit warm smile, coming to a stop directly in front of Ben.

“No,” Ben argued, but he was intrigued.

There was something familiar about him, somewhere in the fringes of Ben's mind.

Ben started to rise but realised he was exhausted. Determining that this man didn't appear to pose any threat, he dropped back down to the ground where he sat, long legs crossed like a child.

The young man observed him sadly and sighed.

“Maybe you just don't recognise me.”

Without warning, a dark shroud descended upon them and the stranger disappeared into the blackness. In his place, another figure emerged, at first almost indistinguishable from the shadows. Then, the huge, hulking spectre was suddenly illuminated in the crimson red glow of a lightsaber.

Its body was entombed in heavy black armour, machinery blinking red and green on its chest, sustaining an artificial life force. The head was encased in a soulless obsidian helm, the mockery of a face. The sound of steady, mechanical breathing that was both relentless and eerie filled the otherwise silent space.

Darth Vader.

Ben's hands scrabbled around his waist in a futile attempt to discover his lightsaber at his belt. It wasn't there. Instead, he scrambled backwards in the dark. It was one of the few times in his life he'd ever felt true, unfettered fear. The physical reaction was overwhelming. Every hair on his body was standing on end as his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Faced with the reality of Vader, Ben suddenly realised how insignificant Kylo Ren's mere dalliance with the Dark Side seemed in comparison to the power, the rage, the torment of this creature. This was a vision of Vader in his prime and he exuded the very essence of Darkness.

“Grandfather.”

As soon Ben spoke the word, the darkness surrounding them dissipated, and the young man whom he now knew must be his mother's father, Anakin Skywalker, returned in a flash of white light.

Skywalker looked weary, as if the the effort of sustaining such a terrible visage had sapped him of his youthful vitality. He sat down opposite Ben and fixed him with a piercing stare.

“Ben,” Skywalker said, his voice thick with emotion, “You managed what I never could. You saved yourself before it was too late.”

“You're wrong,” Ben snapped angrily, “It was already too late. And I didn't save me. Rey did. If she hadn't stopped me, I would've burned my way through this whole Galaxy.”

The words poured from him as if he was expelling his very soul like water from dam.

“You don't know...the things I did to be...” he continued, his hands widened in a searching gesture “...to live up to your legacy, to prove I could be a new Vader.”

“But you've proven something else," Skywalker retorted, "That there is a path back to the Light for those who have fallen into the Darkness. That there is hope, Ben. Real hope. You have a second chance at life. You don't know how close you are to realising it.”

“What do I need to do?” Ben asked, the reluctant vestiges of hope suddenly stirring somewhere deep within him.

“Trust in the Force. Trust in your friends. You do have them.”

Anakin Skywalker stood up and extended a gloved hand. Ben took it and the two men stood facing each other as equals for the first time.

“Huh,” Skywalker mused as he studied his grandson intently, “That's annoying. Obi-Wan was right.”

Ben frowned in confusion and then realised Skywalker was talking about his namesake. Ben Kenobi, the man his parents had named him in honour of.

“What about?”

“You are taller than me.”

Anakin Skywalker grinned widely and, taking his grandson's face in his hands, rested his forehead against Ben's own.

“Now. Wake. The. Kriff. Up.”

************************************************* Ben came to with a sharp gasp and immediately wished that he'd stayed out cold.

The pain in his wounded side was excruciating, exacerbated by the fact that his arms were stretched above his head, a hand bound to either corner of a metal pole that was suspended from the ceiling. His feet just barely grazed the black polished floor.

Ben risked a glance down at his injury. He'd been stripped to the waist and could see that the lightsaber, as expected, had cauterized the wound on impact. It looked like someone had clumsily sealed it with bacta spray anyway.

He was standing on a raised, stepped platform in the middle of a dark, circular room. A handful of silent Stormtroopers stood sentinel around him. There was no sign of the Purge Troopers, nor Seris or the Second Sister.

Ada. He closed his eyes and tried to reach through the Force to find her. She seemed close. A cellblock nearby maybe? Wherever she was, he'd failed her miserably. He allowed the outline of her emotions wash over him. She was frightened, angry, confused, but most of all, she was determined to get out of this place. Ben allowed himself to breath a small sigh of relief - she was unharmed.

Then, he did the only thing he could do. He waited.

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Stolen Son

Ben Solo x reader

Kylo Ren x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: y/n and kylo have a son, abduction, greif

a/n: happy may 4th babes! to celebrate, here is a short kylo fic. more writing coming soon! i’m so excited for Kenobi on the 24th.

summary: y/n goes to pick up her son from daycare, only to find out kylo picked him up and took him

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"Hello Susan! I'm here for Henry." you say to the kind woman at your son's daycare. She looks at you with a frown. "Henry was picked up about 30 minutes ago-" she said. Han or Leia didn't tell me they were getting him today you thought as you whipped out your phone to call your sons grandparents. They were the only other people permitted to pick him up.

"Mhm," you said, hanging up the phone. Panic arose in you when Leia told you they didn't have Henry. "Who picked him up?" you asked the woman again. "Let me see- it says here that his father picked him up around 4:32 today."

Your eyes widened. "His father? No, you have to had made a mistake. His father- his father is dead." you panicked. "We can look at the security tapes if you'd like." she said. You nodded your head and followed her back into a disclosed room. She re round the tape, and there he was. Exactly at 4:32, Ben walked into the daycare. You watched him mind trick the woman, and scoop up your son as he cried for you. You screamed in horror as the woman tried to console you.

You immediately got in your car and drove to Han and Leia's house sobbing. You showed them the footage of Ben taking Henry, and they jumped into action.

At the resistance base

The plan of rescue was to take place the next day. Everyone was devastated by the news and wanted to help rescue Henry. Finn had inside knowledge of the Finalizer and knew most likely where he would be. In Kylo's quarters, where he mostly spent his days working. It was to take place at around 6pm, most of the employees would be in for the night and they would just have to avoid the normal Storm Trooper routes.

Poe would fly you in, and it would become a solo mission. Finn would talk to you through an earpiece and direct you through the halls. You didn't want your son to be more afraid than he probably already was, so you insisted on going so he could see his mother instead of a random Resistance member.

The Rescue

Poe handed you a helmet as you moved to the back part of his X-Wing. "You got this Y/N." he reassured you through the headset. You took a deep breathe as he flew the machine through dark space undetected.

After what seemed like hours, the Finalizer came into your eyesight. Panic rose in you as Poe slid the X-Wing into a tiny opening in the ship. "We have an hour before anyone is going to check this port on their route. Good luck," he says, as you left your helmet on your seat. You gave him a reassuring smile as you started to walk through the cold corridors of the Finalizer.

"Left Y/N, left!" Finn yelled in your ears. You dipped into the left corridor with just enough time for a group of Storm Troopers to pass you. Your breathe was heavy as you thanked Finn. He directed you to a dark part of the ship, and you got an eerie feeling. "It should be the eighth door to your left, please be carful Y/N. We all love you here." he sighed. "Finn, please stop talking to me like I'm going to die." you whispered back to him. "Right," he said.

You approached the door and typed in the code Finn gave you. The door hissed open as you entered to what seemed like a penthouse. It was dark and quiet. Your breath trembled as you heard what sounded like your son from the other room. He was crying out, and your heart sank. You ran to the door you heard him in, and threw it open.

There sat Ben in a chair facing away from you. You were blinded by how white this room was compared to the other parts of his quarters. Your sons cries turned out to be laughter- Ben was throwing him up in the air as he giggled. Henry noticed you, and a big smile came to his face. "Mommy?" he yelled, as he escaped Ben's grasp and ran to your side.

Ben froze for a second, feeling your presence. Henry hugged your legs as you patted his hair. Tears rolled down your face as Ben stood up and met your eyes. The two of you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. You- in a swift movement picked up your son and booked it out of his quarters. You heard him grunt and grab what you assumed was his lightsaber.

"Finn- I got him! I got him!" you cried as you ran through the hallways of the Finalizer. "Mommy slow down!" Henry protested, but you held his tiny body against yours as you could hear Ben running behind you. Luckily Henry was only three, he didn't weigh that much yet and was easy to cradle in your arms as you ran. As you approached your ship, Poe immediately started the engine. "Stop her!" Ben yelled to a group of passing Storm Troopers as you climbed the steps to the X-Wing. "Hold on little guy," Poe said, as you strapped him against you in the ship. You held him close to you as you saw red blaster beams hit the X-Wing. Poe, being the great pilot he is, escaped before any real damage could occur.

The Aftermath

Leia came running out to the landing pad when you returned home with Poe. "Gramma!" Henry yelled, running from the ships stairs straight into her arms. "Oh Henry," she said, bending down and kissing the top of his head. "I saw Daddy!" he yelled in excitement, babbling to her about his time with Ben. "Oh really?" she said, wiping a tear away from her eye. "Grampa!" Henry yelled, and ran to Han who was now just joining Leia. You hopped out of the ship as Poe helped you down. "I saw him Leia," you cried. She held you close as you heard your son telling Han about his time on the Finalizer.

Han scooped up Henry as he came over to comfort you. "Mommy, why you crying?" Henry asked you, placing one of his tiny hands on your cheek. "Because I love you baby." you said, kissing his cheek. He laughed and it warmed your heart. "When can I see Daddy again?" he asked, pulling into you. You grabbed him from Han. "Baby I-" "We'll see him later Henry. Now come on, it's getting late. Would you like Grandpa to read you a bedtime story?" Leia asked as Henry cheered.

He walked off with Han to sleep in your quarters at the resistance base. "Let him have some good memories of his Father before he finds out," Leia sighs, putting a hand on your arm. She was right. Memories are all you had left of Ben. It's all of what everyone had left of Ben.

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