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harry-puddle · 6 years

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Two Months IV

Pairing: Prince!Ben Solo x Reader Warnings: Angst and cursing Summary: Ben Solo has two months to marry before being put in an arranged marriage. In a fit of rage he runs away and stumbles into The Cantina Diner where he meets a beautiful waitress. A/N: oops

Prologue/Chapter I/Chapter II/Chapter III

You and Ben had been hanging out everyday for a week now. At the moment the two of you were sitting on your couch watching whatever came up on the tv and cuddling.

Eventually the news came on.

“We have an update on the whereabouts of Prince Benjamin Organa-Solo.”

Ben stiffened and hoped you didn’t notice, you didn’t.

“It seems as if the Prince is either in the town Varykino or in the area of Paonga. The palace is still looking for him so if anyone has any leads please make sure to call the police as this is a very important manhunt. Goodnight.”

“Can I ask you something Y/N?” said Ben, muting the tv.

“What’s up?”

“Why do you hate the Prince so much?”

“Everything we know about him says he isn’t prepared to rule. He’s self centered. The only things he knows how to focus on, besides himself, are women and training. He clearly comes from a loving family considering how the King and Queen rule and treat their subjects so I just don’t understand why he would act like that. I mean sure his dad was just a roughed up drag racer, but that doesn’t give him the excuse to act like that.”

“Maybe that’s not really who he is, there’s probably more to him that just that. And maybe him running away was justified. Not everyone is fit to rule. And also who knows if the King and Queen are truly good parents, just because they can rule doesn’t mean they can parent.”

You shook your head and smiled.

“If you care about the Prince so much maybe you should go on the manhunt to find him.” you said.

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“It’s kinda crazy to think that a royal could be in Varykino though. Maybe I’ve seen Prince Benjamin already and I don’t even know about it.”

“You have no idea.” thought Ben.

As Hux sat in his hotel room his stomach grumbled. The only thing he could think about was the waffles from The Cantina Diner. Sure he had been trying to be sneaky in order to not bump into his ex, but those waffles really were to die for.

Slowly he walked down Main Street and entered the diner.

Hearing the door ring Maz looked up from her paperwork. In strode someone she would never imagine seeing again.

“Hux? What’re are you doing here?” she asked eyes narrowed. She not only wanted to look out for you, but for Ben too.

“I’m in town on business and as much as I dislike the kitsch of your restaurant I do love your waffles. I found myself craving some earlier today.”

Maz prayed that Ben wouldn’t come to the Cantina today.

Stretching your neck you walked over to the nearest customer, but just as your eyes landed on him you silently gasped.

“Hux? What are you doing here?”

“Well I was trying to order waffles but it seems as if my waitress is a lot more interested in my personal life.”

“Oh shove it ginger.”

“Such language.”

“Poe! Will you take this table for me I need to use the bathroom!” you said, turning to leave Hux. You were stopped however by a cold hand encircling your wrist.

“On the contrary, I want you to be my waitress. Not some dandy who thinks he knows everything.”

Snatching your wrist back you gasped.

“Don’t you dare talk about Poe like that.”

“Yeah!” shouted Poe from a few feet away. “My boyfriend is the only one allowed to talk to me like that!”

Although Hux had spent the better half of his “mission” trying to avoid you, now he had almost forgotten why he left you. You were beautiful, you had a fire behind you, one that got stronger when you got mad. Dare he say it but, Hux missed you?

“I’m only gonna be your waitress so I can have the pleasure of spitting in your waffles.” you said walking away haughtily.

You were an asshole when needed, but you weren’t that much of an asshole. As much as you wanted to spit in Hux’s food, you buried the hatchet and decided to let him eat in peace.

As you walked over to Hux’s table and put the waffles down before you could leave there was Hux’s hand around your wrist again.

“Join me?”

“What the fuck is up with guys wanting me to join them for food?” you thought.

“If you haven’t noticed I’m currently working so as much as I would love to be graced with your presence I can’t.”

With that you curtsied and left.

Eventually you came back with the check for Hux but before you could leave once again he grabbed your wrist.

“I know I’m being forceful but I’d really like to sit down with you, catch up, fix things between us.”

“Okay. No funny stuff okay?”

“Promise.” said Hux giving you a smile that made your skin crawl a little.

Walking home your felt your phone start to buzz, the caller ID stating it was Ben.

“What’s up?”

“I just wanted to know if you wanted to see a movie or something tonight.”

“Um, I can’t. I’m busy tonight.”

“You’re not going out with another man.” said Ben, his tone joking.

“Not exactly…”

“What?”

“My ex came into the Cantina. He wants to meet up and fix things between us. Nothing more. I have zero feelings for him.”

“You better. Don’t want my girl being stolen from me.”

Your heart flipped at what he said. Were you really his girl? The two of you had been hanging out consistently for three weeks now but never spoke about what your relationship exactly was. Was it even a relationship?

“Be safe okay? We’ll talk later.”

“Okay! L–” you stopped yourself. Did you actually love Ben? No. It was too soon. “Let’s talk afterwards.”

When you got home you sat down on your bed and put your head in your hands. Your mind was racing. What did Hux want to talk about? Did that slime bag still care about you? What was your status with Ben?

Your thoughts were interrupted when a knock at the door came.

“Y/N open up! It’s your best friend in the world!” came Poe’s voice.

Rolling your eyes you opened the door. Before you stood Poe with BB.

“Come in. You can’t stay really long though cause I’m going out later.”

“Ben?”

“No.”

“You already cheating on him?”

“Oh shut up.” you said, bending down to pick up the spaniel. “You love me don’t you BB? You’d never judge me.”

BB responded by giving you a single bark.

“He’s my child, of course he’d judge you. Whatcha up to then if you’re not cheating on him?”

“Hux wanted to catch up.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m not going to get back together with him. He’s the worst. He just wants to catch up and bury the hatchet. Besides, I’m with Ben.”

“Are you really though?”

“I don’t know. I want to.”

“How long have you known him for?”

“Three weeks or so.”

“And how much do you know about him?”

“I know enough.”

“What’s his last name?”

You went silent. Did you really know Ben? You knew information about him, but everything you told him lacked details. He told you about his parents, but never gave their names. He told you about his childhood, but never told you where he grew up.

“Do you even know where he’s from?” asked Poe, stirring you from your thoughts. “Word has been getting around. Nobody really knows him. What does he even do for a living?”

“I… don’t know.” you said, hanging your head.

“I don’t know if this is the right thing for you Y/N. You barely know him. He could be dangerous! He could be on the run from the cops!” said Poe, rubbing your back.

You shoved him off of you.

“You do not get to make these decisions for me. I care about him and he cares about me, I think.”

“You don’t even know if he cares about you?!”

“We haven’t defined anything okay!?”

“Y/N me and the rest of the gang care about you. We just want to make sure you’re safe and doing the right thing. Okay? I spoke to Maz and–”

“Oh so now Maz gets a say on my personal life?”

“She’s not so sure you should be with Ben. She thinks it could hurt you.”

“Poe. Leave. Now.”

“Y/N we care about you.”

“Just go. You guys clearly don’t care about what I want.”

Poe sighed, grabbed BB and left. You groaned, still needing to take off your uniform. Hux would be at your apartment in ten minutes.

Releasing a big sigh you got up and got changed. A few minutes later a knock on your door came.

Opening it you were greeted by the sight of Hux. Casual was never his forte. He was wearing black slacks and a casual button down.

“Ready?”

The two of you had spent the night at Fett and Son’s just catching up on each other’s life.

“What went wrong Y/N? We were so good together.” asked Hux.

“You chose your job over me! You tossed me aside like I meant nothing to you. I loved you Armitage.”

Hux’s heart melted a little hearing you call him by his first name.

“I needed to avoid you. That job was important to me. You knew that I wanted to be consort more than anything.” At this point Hux reached across the table to grab your hands. “I needed to save up money. I was going to ask you to marry me.”

Walking into Fett and Son’s, Ben sat down at the bar and order himself a cocktail, something called Blue Milk. Whatever it was it was strong. Sure your relationship, could he call it a relationship?, with him was really new, but he really liked you. Hearing that you were seeing an ex tonight made him realize how much he love- no, too soon for love.

“Take me back Y/N.” said Hux. “I love you.”

Swiveling around in his seat a head of orange hair caught Ben’s eye. Looking further he realized that he was holding hands with a woman. Upon further inspection he saw those hands belonged to you.

Ben saw red.

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musicallisto · 6 years

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☀ Little Red Seal (pt. i)

In honor of the end of ES. These dorks have lighten up my Fridays for two years and I will miss them entirely. Hope this can make you crack a smile and remind you of better days.

word count: 3100+ words summary: In which Quinn leaves for six days because of a family affair and has no one to take care of her enthusiastic dog while she’s away - fortunately, her eleven loyal best friends are here to save the day. author notes: This will be mostly fluff and fun, but some bits are more stressful like this part! no romantic pairings, everyone is friends. AU: the gang finally reunited, alive and well being huge irresponsible dorks. the ending we deserved tbh. This will be in six parts, because otherwise it will get way too long. I randomized the pairs/teams for this series because I thought it would be more fun! Enjoy!

“THANK YOU SO much for coming on such short notice. You’re really taking a thorn out of my side,” Quinn repeated for the hundredth time at least, pacing furiously everywhere in her living room.

The nervous sound of her heels resonating against the wooden floor - click, click, click - had been the only audible sound for five minutes now as the redhead tried her best to keep her sophisticated bun neat and in place. Michelle had tried to count the amount of times she had paced like a caged lion apparently looking for her phone or her car keys, only to find out they were in her hands the whole time, thanked them for coming around and then went back to gallop around the sofas, but she had lost count after the seventh time.

“Really, it’s okay, Quinn. We’re happy to help,” she replied for the hundredth time as well, her hands furrowed in her pockets - she was this close to walking up to her best friend and having her sit down and keep calm for a second. She was going mad just by looking at her raging wandering.

“Yeah, we love doggos,” Craig added, gently petting the auburn fur of the English Cocker Spaniel, obediently sitting on his right. “They kinda remind me of me. Fun, sporty and a bit smelly.”

“I’m sure taking care of Rónán will be super fun,” Michelle enthusiastically continued, smiling widely. “And you know we can always call reinforcement if we need it. I promise you there’s nothing to worry about!”

Quinn sighed, leaning on the arm of her sofa. She looked down at her furry best friend with a kind smile - it was the first time she was leaving Rónán for more than a weekend, but an important family matter had come up and she was unable to decline the invitation. It would be six days, six days during which she would be away, not knowing if her energetic companion would be alright, and she probably would have freaked out completely if Michelle and Craig hadn’t sensed her despair and volunteered to take care of him for all the duration of her absence. Quinn was perfectly aware Rónán could be... a handful, and she didn’t want to burden her friends with such a charge at first, but when she realized she had no backup plan and after they actively convinced her it was really their idea and they were more than eager to spend a week with the happy young dog.

“Okay, so remember that Rónán has to be brushed - once a week should be enough -, and don’t forget the scissors for the underside of his paws, and to clean his ears, and give him a treat when you’re done with the upkeep, and grooming takes more or less three hours, but you won’t need to bathe him though, his dry food is under the sink, oh and never, ever give him chocolate and-”

“Quinn”, Michelle scowled, adopting her best surgeon voice, the authoritarian yet gentle one that tolerates no riposte, “we will be okay. Do you think I’m the type to be careless? Rónán is in good hands with us. If you should be worrying about someone, it’s Craig.”

“Hey!” the big man barked, outraged. “I don’t see why. I’m perfectly fine and - whoa, careful, pup! That was my foot!”

Quinn laughed, her habitual smile finally adorning her features. Craig and Michelle were going to be amazing keepers for her precious companion, she could be sure of it. Glancing rapidly at her watch, she got up, grabbed her suitcase, hugged her two friends, reminded them she owed them big time - to which Michelle answered the only thing she asked as a repayment is that she stopped thanking her -, affectionately ruffled the top of Rónán’s head and disappeared through her front door, heading to the airport, leaving her best friends together to look after each other, for better or for worse.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, Craig heaved out a sigh, mixture of relief and pure terror.

“Man, no pressure, right?”

“Okay, Craig, I know about your tendency to... cut loose from what you’re told to do, but... please don’t screw up. Quinn trusts us and this means the world for her.”

“Uh, excuse me? I don’t ‘screw up’. I’m a pro.”

“I’d call throwing into a bonfire six months’ worth of Sean’s essays a pretty big screw-up.”

“Yeah, well I-”

He was abruptly interrupted by a high-pitched whine at his feet. Looking down, Craig was taken aback by the pleading eyes of the puppy and his sadly wagging tail, as if he were desperately trying to tell his new masters something with his canine sorrow.

“Aw, Meech, look, he’s giving me the puppy look! He must want us to stop bickering.”

“Craig, he’s literally a puppy, that’s why he’s giving you the puppy l-”

But Craig had stopped listening to the med, crouched by the dog’s side to reach his little height, his face leaning to meet Rónán’s, their noses almost touching, a huge smile spread on his lips. He could feel the dog’s highly discouraging hot breath blowing directly on his face, but at that precise moment, the adorableness of the small animal had simply erased every other sensation.

“Ain’t that right, huh, pup? You’re whining because you want us to stop fighting and you want us to stop fighting because you’re a goooood doggo,” he slurred with an abnormally deep voice, contently scratching the furry, auburn chin of the pet.

“Please, Craig, he’s literally whining because he’s hungry,” Michelle snapped at him, crouching down beside Craig and carefully taking Rónán in her arms. At the mention of the last word, the dog excitedly looked down at his new savior, his new goddess, the one who had understood the deepest of his desires: food.

“Oh, you’re probably right. I’ll get the food!” Craig exclaimed, energetically running to the kitchen, leaving Michelle with her newest patient.

“We’ll take good care of you, don’t worry,” the surgeon hummed under her breath, lovingly petting the top of Rónán’s head, right between his enormous, curly, and absolutely adorable ears. “And don’t be afraid of Craig...,” she laughed to herself, still caressing the puppy, her gestures kind and motherly, something she had never noticed in her. “He can be a handful at times, but he’s nice, you’ll see.”

“Meech! Where do I find the dish?” resonated from the kitchen door, left wide open.

Michelle, laughing heartily now, carefully set down the dog; he immediately started wagging his tail, more vigorously now, and raised his eyes, full of hope and belief, to the young woman.

“I should probably help him,” she murmured with a smile.

It was undeniably going to be a fascinating week, to say the least.

“Why do you hate me, Meech?”

“What do you mean? I don’t hate you, Craig.”

“I dunno. You’re always mean and sassy with me. It’s like you despise me.”

The two young adults were sprayed on the couch, a cold Heineken each open, their eyes glued on some reality TV program on television - something about ladies competing for a foreign King’s hand - without even taking in the information flickering in front of their faces. The night had fallen for some time now; Michelle hadn’t looked at her watch for a long time, but she estimated it must have been three hours since Quinn had left them with Rónán. So far so good, she had thought to herself after feeding the animal. Craig turned out to be more delicate than she could ever have imagined with the small beast, caressing his fur with gentleness and even giving him a few treats after his meal - he had insisted, arguing that he deserved a dessert since he, unfortunately, couldn’t have alcohol. Michelle had rolled her eyes, but let him proceed nevertheless. They had nearly collapsed on Quinn’s sofa after grabbing refreshments from her fridge - she wouldn’t mind, right? Although they had spent very little time with the dog, allowing him to play around the house without paying too much attention to him or being glued to the poor boy, they were exhausted, as though the mere concept of being in charge of someone was physically draining.

Michelle sighed heavily. It was true she was accustomed to having her snarky façade on whenever she talked to other people, but that was the way she was, the way she had been brought up and forged through adolescence - and Craig, although far from being stupid, had a harder time understanding that than the others.

Because she didn’t have any special resentment towards Craig, right?

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m that way with everyone. Jake acts like that too and you never whined because he ‘hated you’.”

“But it’s like it goes deeper than that with me. Is it because you hooked up with my best friend?”

“Jesus, Craig, I know subtlety is not your forte, but-”

“I know you think I’m stupid,” he continued, bringing the freezing bottle to his lips and swallowing a large mouthful of beer. “You’re not the only one. That’s my role. I know it. I’m the dumb jock. And Sean is the nice jock. I get it. But you know, it would be cool if you didn’t constantly treat me like a... nobody. A good-for-nothing, yanno. It’s... It gets tiring.”

Michelle remained silent, her beer hanging over a precipice of rugged carpets and white sofas. She had never thought about the effect her behavior - coupled with all the others’ - could have on Craig, since he had always looked like someone who wasn’t concerned one bit about the way people viewed him. All of sudden, she was at a loss for words, conflicted, her fingers shaking a little.

“Listen, Craig, I-”

Her sentence was cut sharp by a brusque sound coming from behind the sofa, far from their field of vision. Michelle, suddenly tensed, placed the bottle on the coffee table and straightened up, eyeing the back of the piece of furniture.

There wistfully sat Rónán, his long, fluffy ears apologetically sweeping the bright wooden floor of the living room, looking down with a grimace and a canine frown at a pool of brownish vomit at his paws.

“He threw up,” Michelle announced, a wave of sympathy and concern engulfing her, just like when one of her patients had a negative reaction to one of her treatments.

“Oh,” Craig sighed sadly. “I guess you don’t really like chocolate, huh, little guy?”

Michelle froze instantly. She turned her iron gaze towards an oblivious Craig with an agonizing slowness.

“You. Gave. Him. What?”

“Uh... chocolate? I read dogs like ch-”

“For fuck’s sake, Craig, chocolate is toxic for dogs!” Michelle yelled, standing up in a swift movement, half of her bones cracking at the unexpected gesture. She tried to hide the anxious trembling of her fingers by running a desperate hand through her mane. “In what timeline and in what dimension did you think it was a good idea to give him chocolate?!”

“I-I don’t know!” he screamed in return, eyes darting furiously between Michelle, his beer and the terrified-looking puppy, who apparently didn’t understand the sudden racket. “He was giving me the puppy look, I-”

“It’s a puppy! It’s the only look it has!” Michelle continued roaring, her hands flying around her body to give more credibility to her anger now. “Please- stop thinking!”

“I-I-I’m sorry! I screwed up! I didn’t know-”

“Of course you didn’t! You never know anything! This is serious, Craig! It can be lethal! Just... just... just clean up this mess and I’ll take care of Rónán!”

“Can you.. cure him?”

“I operate on kids with appendicitis, Craig! Not intoxicated Spaniels!”

“R-Right!” he exclaimed, running to the bathroom, frantically searching for a floorcloth to salvage Quinn’s floor.

Michelle ran to scoop the shaking puppy in her arms as delicately as she could. Truth to be told, she had acted all severe and confident when facing Craig, but she had been transported by exasperation and nerves and had, in fact, no idea what to do. She had been trained to give heart transplants, not save a dog from food poisoning! She didn’t even know if it was grave enough to go to the vet, and even if it was, she had no idea where she could find a clinic still open at that hour, or just any clinic, really - she didn’t know the neighborhood, and definitely didn’t have the time to check on the Internet, and even less stroll around the streets with the dog cradled in her arms hoping to stumble across a green cross...

What could she do? What did she know that could be useful? What had she learned about humans that could be applied to animals? What would Quinn say if she found out they had put Rónán in such danger? Would she hate them? Would she ever trust them with something important? Was she really that irresponsible? She never made those kinds of careless mistakes, she was trained, she had specially studied to face those critical situations, never to let any detail escape from her mind, and yet there she was; could she consider herself a good surgeon after all? What could she do, what could she do? Could she try to give him water, just like she would have done for a patient with food poisoning? But for a dog? Would it work? Could she try that artisanal remedy? What could she do, what c-

“What are you doing, Meech?” Craig called out from behind her back, a mop in one hand and a water bucket in the other, running to the lump-filled stain. “Either get him to the vet or make him throw up but don’t stand there like a lemon!”

His voice was full of a sense of urgency, so uncharacteristic: Michelle could witness he was deeply regretting his actions and wanted to make it up to her, to Rónán, to Quinn, and to himself. Abruptly sent back to reality, Michelle stammered inaudible words, almost dropping the pup. “Michelle, you got this. You’ve had worse crises.” Her inner voice rang strong and sharp inside her mind, and all the critical decisions she’d had to take in her life flashed before her eyes in an instant. Taking a deep, cold breath, she ran to the bathroom, holding securely the ginger puppy against her heart, whose eyelids were starting to flutter heavily. She knew how to make a dog vomit; she had been overwhelmed by nerves and the fear of Quinn’s hatred if something bad happened to Rónán while he was under her responsibility. She had completely lost her composure, something that never happened normally. Something she had been prepared, educated to avoid for years. Biting her lip, she scanned the drawers for a syringe, but her research remained fruitless; Rónán had now gone completely immobile in her arms. She was about to leave the room when her eyes caught the sight of a little note on the sink - picking it up, she recognized Quinn’s cursive handwriting... and the address of her habitual veterinarian. She breathed out the longest sigh of relief in her entire life.

“Craig!” she called. “Take the keys, we’re going to the vet!”

The drive home was lulled by the soft sound of an indie rock song playing on Michelle’s car radio. Craig, riding shotgun, glanced every now and then at the sound asleep, fluffy figure on the backseat with fondness. His armored, football heart had been pierced by the big, black eyes of the red puppy. Rónán was out of danger thanks to the treatment provided by the veterinarian, much more elaborate than anything Michelle could have ever done. Her fingers drummed mindlessly on the steering wheel, biting back yawns. In the end, she had panicked for something merely trivial that could’ve been resorted with a simple visit to a clinic, but she was terrified of letting Quinn down that she had let her nerves get the best of her. She was eager to finally let the Cocker rest in his bed, and sleep herself. It was close to midnight and she was starting to feel the rampage of a migraine closing in, like claws tightening around her temples.

“Hey, Craig?” she asked softly, partly because her headache was dangerously threatening and partly because she didn’t want to be rebuffed violently.

“Hm?” the man groaned, his eyes fixed on the escaping night road outside the window.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. You snapped me out of it and you... were actually the calm and reasonable one,” she laughed nervously. “And I’m sorry for the way I treat you. I didn’t think it affected you that much, I wouldn’t have if I had known about it. I’m sorry. Really.”

“Nah, it’s okay, Meech,” Craig shrugged. “You stressed out. It happens. And I’m kinda used to being seen like that by now.”

“But that’s the saddest part of it. You shouldn’t be used to being taken for granted. I want to make sure you get used to being treated like a damn hero. Because that’s what you are. You’re way too cool to be taken for granted.”

A small smile crept onto Craig’s lips, unstoppable.

“Yeah, guess I’m freaking cool after all. But thanks, Meech.”

“Now don’t tell anyone I went soft on you or I’ll choke you with my Gucci.”

He laughed, and she smiled to herself, a bit revived after the nerve-racking events of the evening. Looking up to the rear-view, her eyes met the peaceful puppy, wiggling instinctively in his sleep, his ears folded back on his eyes like an umbrella protecting him from the outside world... and her grin grew even wider. It seemed like a young, carefree, hairy companion was exactly what Michelle needed to unwind, and put things into perspective.

A dim, blue light suddenly filled the passenger compartment of the car.

“Taylor asks how the babysitting is going,” Craig distractedly announced, typing something on his phone.

A puckish glint lit up in Michelle’s eyes, still focused on the road.

“Tell her she can come meet the little guy if she’d like.”

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