#kylo x reader
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Adam Driver’s characters x Black!Reader/Black Female Original Character - the collection
- Flip Zimmerman
Against my Better Judgment by Isostatic
Secrets Safe With Me by Isostatic
It’s not personalby@modestefemme
Scene of Destructionby@princessflip
- Clyde Logan
Clyde and Sherri seriesby@desiraypark
- Paterson
This is something new by@clydesprettybrowngirl
- Adam Sackler
Untitled Adam Sackler x Black! Readerby@princessflip
- Kylo Ren
Much Needed Assistanceby@desiraypark
When the Sun Sleeps in Canto Bight by@desiraypark
- Phillip Altman
Make it more awkwardby@desiraypark
Let’s praise our black authors and spread their word.
If you know a black reader fic that it’s not listed here, let me know and I’ll include it.
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A Poem Exposé? about Kylo Ren and a Reader or “insert” lover who is not Rey.
Original Poem by Dylan Thomas in Bold. Italics are mine, where the “story” meets the poem.
This is a stand alone piece, not connected in storyline to my other works.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
And he did not. No, rather it was a painfully slow end. His life force for another.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
You had planned to grow old together, something you had done since you were children, one half of a whole soul.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Yours was dimming, he traded his so she could live, but your light was his light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
He must have known what this would cause, what that trade would do, something to set the universe right, but your world collapsed the moment he did.
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
But his actions stopped them, his sacrifice helped save everyone, helped save her, but possibly unbeknownst to him, it sacrificed you too.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
He was lost, for so long, unable to find the truth. He did what he thought was right, even when that deed was against all else, the only truth he knew was you.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
She didn’t get to watch you fall, no, you were supposed to be safe. He kept you safe, but nay that did no good, for you still fell.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
One of the things you loved most about him, was that childish seeking of adventure, the one he hid from all else, part of the true form he only revealed to you.
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
But he found out too late that the fight he was fighting, was not the good fight, for all the players had not revealed their hand. No, he was playing blind in a master’s game.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
But in the end, when it really mattered he was there, not taking a particular side, he was there. Fighting the one who would destroy the galaxy.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
You felt the shift just prior to his perilous end, his mother, gave herself to him and gave you the sight to see his end.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Oh, how you wish your message traveled faster, how it would get to him sooner. But in the end, it did not matter. For in either outcome your light would diminish.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
He was the end of the line now, not only his father’s by his own hand but his mother’s too. You were not fruitful, but you believed there was more time, but how wrong you were.
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
But you were the one to bear the pain of feeling the other leave. You were given moments to grieve as you watched, anguish and anger, and loss, and heartbreak was what you felt.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
And you did not, for if there were others around to witness your fall, they would have heard the screams of wretched tormented pain you felt, and the violent tears pouring down your face. As scream was the last sound, not heard.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
As you took your last breath, the flame of it went out.
A new galactic war was forming, and your star system needed to create an alliance. Your father, the king, made a deal with the First Order in a promise of protection for guaranteed trade. You are arranged to marry the Commander Kylo Ren, apprentice of the Supreme Leader. A man who is hidden behind his mask. Will your husband show you his heart? Or will it be forever hidden behind a mask?
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*Note: The author of this work does not condone arranged marriage practices, domestic abuse, or non-con sexual encounters, this work is for fictional uses only.*
You dressed in your nightclothes and slipped underneath the freshly changed covers. You regretted asking the droid to change them as these smelled new and sterile and nothing like him. Eventually you drifted in and out of consciousness. Late into the night or early morning, you swore you could hear the sounds of the outer door opening and shutting. And then the door next to your room opening and closing. He must be back. And choosing his own room rather than yours to clean up and rest in.
Your suspicions were confirmed when you heard the sound of water running through the pipes. He had his own refresher, which made sense as you knew he didn’t use yours to shower in. You briefly wondered if he washed his hair, if he even had any. Your mind drifted to what hair you had seen on his body. If he had hair on his head, it would be as dark as the hair that led to his cock. At the rush of that thought, you involuntarily squeezed your thighs together, feeling heat pool there briefly. You weren’t asleep again for more than 30 minutes before you heard your door open; you had hoped it was him joining you to sleep. But he had other plans.
You felt the bed dip behind you slightly as you felt a hand trace up your outer thigh before moving to grip the inner tender flesh. You felt his other hand lightly shove your shoulder into the bed; face down into your pillow. No words were exchanged. Your nightgown was shoved up to your waist revealing that your bareness, unlike previous encounters where you didn’t wear any for his savagery of ripping it off, you had worn none this time in hopes of a more consensual encounter, but it would not happen.
But what you felt shocked you, your hips were brought up higher, more convenient angle, his fingers traced down your folds as if he was touching a delicate piece of ancient knowledge. His calloused thumb massaged your delicate clit. You bit into the pillow to muffle your moans of pleasure. You didn’t want to scare him off. But he continued to slowly massage you for a few minutes as his fingers danced over your folds. You felt his bare thigh brush up against yours. You did not remember hearing him take off any clothes, he must have come in naked.
You felt him ready you as both hands gripped into the meat of your ass, his thumbs dipping into you, spreading your cunt wide for him. His thrusts were different this time, desperate in a different way as if touching you was almost enough to get him there, that he was desperate for any form of friction or tightness from you. His hands had moved to the top of your hips to steady his unsteady self. You could hear the urgency in his breaths through his mask. You neared your edge as his hand came to steady his cock inside you. His fingers fumbling against your folds as you wrapped around him.
You moaned as brightness hit the back of your eyelids, your convulsions were just enough to send him into his own orgasm. One that almost made him collapse on top of you, but he steadied himself before that could happen. You felt his helmet rest against your back as his hands landed on either side of the bed. As he lifted himself up from you, you felt the bed dip even more with his weight. His hands steadied themselves once more on the top of your hips as he reluctantly pulled out of you as if he was relishing in your warmth. He used your hips to help him stand, something he has never done. Almost as if he had just given you everything. As he stood, you heard him slightly stumble back and brace himself against the wall. His arm making a dull thud sound against the metal wall.
He stood there for a moment as you let your hips return down to the bed. Once they made contact, you stretched your legs and spread them out even wider, hoping that he was looking and that he enjoyed the slight show. While your face was still buried in the pillow, you reached down under you to your own folds, feeling the wetness you both had left behind. Your fingers mixing the two milky substances, relishing in the tenderness you felt there. You heard him take a step forward, but as you took your hand away hoping it would be replaced by something, anything of his; you heard the door open. As you turned to look at it, you saw the glimpse of his bare shoulder as he left.
You were alone.
It took a while for you to fight back into sleep as your emotions seemed to run through the entire course of the Kessel Run. You squeezed your thighs together, relishing in the tenderness you felt between them, and hugged your pillow as sleep finally overcame you.
You were reluctant to wake to your alarm, feeling groggy and sore. But you ushered on into the refresher taking a shower, you cringed as you washed away the dried cum between your legs and in your folds. Pondering over the bruises he left on your hips. You didn’t remember him gripping you that hard during the whole thing, so you assumed they were from his attempts at balancing himself. Squeezing your thighs together, hoping to feel a ghost of his cock. Your body almost seemed to ache for his ability to fill you and stretch you. And anything else was just you missing a piece of yourself.
You finished your shower and finished getting ready. As you stepped out into the living room, you heard the main door shut, which means that your husband had just left. It stung just a bit knowing that if you had left your room just two seconds earlier, you would have been able to see him if only for a moment. You set aside that thought and made yourself breakfast, you ate, and as you put your bowl away you thought for a moment, and sent a photo to your husband even though he was apparently on board ship.
Commander Ren,
As per the attached photo, I have eaten. Good morning, there is dessert in the fridge from last night if you have a moment to enjoy it.
Princess Ren
Wife to the Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
A rather quick response came to you, as if it only took just moments for him to respond.
Dear Princess Ren,
I fail to believe that you have put your cunt in the fridge.
Commander Kylo Ren
Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
You dropped your datapad in shock at the message. Frozen for several minutes as your brain tried to process his message. You eventually picked it back up off the floor, the feeling of blood rushing to your face and vulnerability as you bent down. Slowly staggering to the kitchen and snapped a photo to send back to him.
Commander Ren,
No! I made dessert last night, thinking you were going to be back earlier than you were, I miscalculated how late you were actually going to be.
Princess Ren
Wife to the Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
Moments later, his response came.
Dear Princess Ren,
That is… unsatisfying.
Commander Kylo Ren
Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
It shocked you. Did he really want a nude photo of you? Sent to him now? When he could just come to you from where ever he was on the ship and fuck you again? If he was away on a mission, you could understand. You could even hope that it would be his eyes only on the photo, but on this ship wherever he was you couldn’t guarantee that.
Commander Ren,
Did you expect me to undress and take a photo of myself in the fridge?!
Princess Ren
Wife to the Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
You wandered over to the couch to sit down, to be able to steady yourself for this conversation. He seemed to be like you right on the datapad, as another message seemed to instantly reply to you.
Dear Princess Ren,
The fridge detail is rather unneeded, but the photo would be rather satisfactory.
Commander Kylo Ren
Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
You could feel warmth pool between your legs as you excitedly responded.
Commander Ren,
I was informed that you have surveillance access to our quarters. What need does a photo satisfy compared to that?
Princess Ren
Wife to the Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
This was it, you were flirting with your husband. It seemed like the datapad was just the buffer and shield you needed in order to be able to do so, both of you.
Dear Princess Ren,
I do. Your point?
Commander Kylo Ren
Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
So he really needed you to spell it all out for him. You took a breath of bravery and stood and shot off a reply.
Commander Ren,
Where are the cameras placed? You better be alone.
Princess Ren
Wife to the Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
You waited with baited breaths for his response.
Dear Princess Ren,
Near the window facing towards the front door. Another in the kitchen facing towards your bedroom door and lastly in the corner of your bedroom facing your door out into the living room.
Commander Kylo Ren
Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
Bravely you headed towards the window and hit the button to shut the shutters, closing off the outside world to what was about to happen. Finding the small round device that appeared to be the camera. You sent off one quick message before setting the datapad on a side table.
Commander Ren,
As I said, you better be alone. Get ready for a show.
Princess Ren
Wife to the Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
Once you sent off the message, you took a few paces back from the camera. You turned slowly in a circle, stretching your neck as you did so, showing him the skin that was already exposed there. You paused as you faced the camera, fingertips slowly drifting up to the sides of your face and then down along your neck and collarbone. Slowly teasing him with the skin that was already bare. Fingertips brushing up and down against the top of your breasts, against the small amount of cleavage you allowed the world to already see.
You slowly turned, keeping your back to the camera now, letting your fingertips caress your skin as you stretched your neck, and caressed yourself as if you were your own lover. Hands skimming over your sides and waist, rolling your neck sensually. You paused for a moment, before hooking a finger under the shoulder of your dress and letting it fall down your arm, and then to the other side. You were unsure how far the other camera could see, so you covered your breasts, not wanting to show too much too soon. Being a tease.
You stepped out of your dress entirely. Slowly turning towards the camera, keeping yourself ‘modest’ with your own hands. You played shy while batting your eyelashes towards it, and then you rolled your neck, exposing more of yourself to him, but not everything. This was so liberating for you, as your arm and hand kept you covered. You crossed your legs and brought the hand that was covering your crotch up to caress the bare skin of your stomach. You also squeezed your own breast, relishing in the sensation of letting out a small moan.
You did not know if that surveillance included sound, but at this point, you didn’t care. You gained the courage to drop your arm, but then quickly took your breasts in your hands, squeezing and leaning forward, eventually splaying your fingers. Swirling your nipples, giving him a show and yourself pleasure. Your hands had minds of their own, one still playing with your breast, the other trailing its way down your stomach and to your crotch. Just as your fingers were gracing your folds, your datapad pinged with a message.
You sauntered over to it, pushing your ass out as you leaned over to read it. Spreading your legs a bit, hopefully giving him a full view.
Dear Princess Ren,
Your bed would give us both a better vantage point for that.
Commander Kylo Ren
Apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke and Master of the Knights of Ren
You read it out loud, giggled, and turned. Looking at the camera over your shoulder playfully. You picked up the datapad and sauntered your way to your bedroom. When the door to your bedroom opened, you looked at it squarely before tossing the datapad onto the bed. You promenaded for a moment giving a show before flopping down onto the bed. You ran your hands through your hair before grabbing your pillows and propping up your back.
Now fully facing the camera, baring it all to him. You trailed your hands over yourself. You spread your legs wide, allowing your hands to find different ways to pleasure yourself. Your hands taking turns with your breasts, your lips, and your folds, even thrusting fingers in and out of yourself. Filling your room full of your own moans. You did not know how long you were lost within yourself, but you panicked as you heard the outer door of your quarters open and shut, but then your brain registered the familiar fall of a particular person’s boot steps.
Your bedroom door opened, relieving your husband in his black-clad glory. You spoke first as he almost hesitated in the doorway. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” it came out as much more of a whine than should have been appropriate between you two given your history.
But oddly enough, he complied as he started taking off his belt, toeing off his boots, and removing his shirt. You shimmied up the bed, throwing the pillows back into place and flopping down into your usual spot. By the time your eyes had focused on him again, he was nude in front of you, well except for his helmet. He climbed up between your legs; you were both eager and ready. An arm behind your back and the other hooked over your shoulder as he thrust in. The quick and tempered pace was what he set out for you both.
This angle allowed you to kiss and run your tongue over the mouthpiece. Your brain was already so fried that you could not fathom why that wouldn’t be a good idea. But oddly enough your husband didn’t seem to mind, or maybe he was more focused on what his genitals were doing that you kissing him didn’t matter. After all, you could only speculate how flustered your show left him. It was a possibility that his brain was just as flustered. But he turned his head to yours as if HE was kissing you.
You rang in your orgasm loudly, probably the loudest you had ever been. Kylo kept going as he had yet to reach his own climax, but you could feel he was just on the cusp. But he briefly switched angles, hitting your sweet spot again and again and again, almost as if he was determined to get you off again before he came. And it worked, or rather you literally came together as a final crescendo to the complete show. As you came down, you gripped his helmet in your hands and kissed him as if your life depended on it. Forcing yourself on top of him. Taking control of the finale.
And for once he didn’t cut it short as his hands wrapped loosely around your back. He let you kiss him. Your kisses trailed all over his face. As you kissed his crown, you could feel your nipples graze against the textured metal. By the end, you were sitting on his stomach as you sat up. Essentially ‘trapping’ him beneath you.
You felt a giggle bubble up, “Was that a good dessert?” A mischievous smile gracing your lips. A sparkle within your eye.
You could hear him sigh deeply before responding, “It was… acceptable.”
You cocked your brow and tilted your head, “Just acceptable, I thought that it all was rather impressive myself. Much better than the photo you requested.”
You heard a sharp sound, which could have translated into a snort, “Much better than a photo, I agree.”
You moved to hover over his face, “So more than acceptable?”
His hands gripped your hips as he pulled you off of him. “More than acceptable,” he reluctantly agreed.
You had a pout on your face as you realized he was leaving. “So what were you doing, might I ask?”
As he pulled up his pants, “Test piloting my TIE Fighter, I had some adjustments made, and they needed testing.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling on his boots. You joined him in your naked glory.
“Did I distract you? I have been called a distraction for you.” You didn’t really want to bring up Hux in your afterglow, but you wanted to tease your husband.
He turned and looked at you, his covered eyes seeming to bore into you. “It would take much more than that to be a distraction.” He then stood up and donned his shirt.
You crossed your arms over your chest, knowingly pushing up your breasts. “That sounds like a challenge.” Your mind started twisting and turning, thinking about how you would be able to get under his skin in that way.
He bent down to look at you again while putting on his gloves. “I would like to see you try.” You could tell that this would be fun for both of you. He then turned and headed out of your bedroom.
You followed unabashed in your nudeness in your own home. You grabbed his arm, and he froze; he was headed out the door to return to whatever else he had yet to do today. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, “Good morning.” And then let go to walk over to your dress, which was still in the corner of the living room. As you pulled it on, you could see him paused in front of the door to the ship’s hallway. His head turned slightly as if to keep you in the corner of his eye, checking to see if you were clothed. Once your dress was properly situated on your body, he left.
You were very proud of yourself at that moment; you had managed to get him to drop whatever he was doing to come running to you, for you. It felt empowering knowing you could do that to him. Even if he would never admit it. You half wondered if he would travel across the galaxy for you if you had put on that much of a show while he was away.
You hoped that the bubble wouldn’t burst anytime soon, that he would continue with this round of good moods. But you knew it wouldn’t last forever, as much as you wanted it to, reality would come crashing down around you.
Briefly, you wondered if you would eventually fall in love with this man; it felt as if you were reaching the summit and that you would be there soon. You just hoped that he wasn’t below sea level. He might never say the words, but you hoped he would at least harbor the feelings.
A/N: There will be approximately once a month updates or more, February was just short. But I kept my promise.
Snoke: Kill the scavenger…
Ben Solo:
Snoke: ffs….
Mom: How was your exam?
Me: It was amazing!I think will get good marks in maths for the first time.
Teacher:
Rey: When we touched hands i saw your future…
Ben: oh really!
Rey:Yeah
Ben: How many children did we have?
Rey:facepalms
Rey: So what do you like to do in your free time?
Ben:
Snoke: Take off your mask
Ben: Starts crying
Snoke: What now?
Ben: You told me take off my mask
Snoke: I know
Ben: I did. I am a sad lonely boy under my big ass ego and evilness..
Hux: Puberty gets the best of us.
(Whispers) For example your skin.
Ben:giggles
Ben: I don’t know who your father is but i know who your daddy is gonna be.(winks)
Rey: Jesus Christ…
Han: Son you really need to up your flirting game.
Ben Solo writes….
Sometimes…
Sometimes i feel sad for what i have done,
Sometimes i question myself and ask what have i become.
Sometimes i wonder how my mom is feeling,
Sometimes i hope my scars start healing.
Sometimes i want to go back to my mom and dad,
Tell them i love them and ask them if they accept me for what i now am.
Sometimes i think how chewie is doing,
How much he misses the times we spent together,
And how much pain he is going through after losing he co-pilot forever…
I realize how sad everyone is because of me,
I hope everyone can forgive me for my deeds…
Ben Solo’s diary on the day he killed Han
I saw my mom and dad after so long on Takodana. They were in alot of pain. I could feel it.
I wish i could shout out “MOM DAD I LOVE YOU I AM SORRY HELP ME PLEASE..”.
Chewie was also there he is getting old. I remember how much he helped me maintain my hairstyle and the stories he told me when i wasn’t able to sleep.
I met a girl. Her name was Rey. I saw a little bit of myself in her. Lost, looking for love and happiness. She defeated me the scar she gave me isn’t half as painful as killing dad.
I feel like i am suffering. I told my dad his son was dead. But actually he is miserable. I feel so guilty. I wanted to prove my dad i was good enough but instead i proved otherwise.
Save me please…
(tear drops on the page)
Reblog if you want Ben to smile in the next sw….
Also tell me how bad this is
Reylo announcing their marriage
Rey: BEN AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED!!!!
Finn: I don’t ship you guys tbh…
Hux(whispers): Just agree with him..
(In sync)
Poe: CONGRATULATIONS!!!
Rose: CONGRATULATIONS!!
Phasma: CONGRATULATIONS!!Although I could have killed Finn for you…
Reblog if you want Ben Solo to survive!!!
Ben Solo in therapy…
Ben: Sometimes i let my emotions get the better of me…
(In sync↓↓↓)
Han: “sometimes”
Hux: “sometimes”
Snoke: “sometimes”
Ben: assholes
Reblog if you want Ben Solo to do a hair flip
The most underrated Star Wars relationship…
(watching the sunset)
R2-D2: You are nothing without me..
C-3PO: What nonsense I am one of the best protocol droids and i am fluent in over six million forms of communication….
R2-D2: Remember cloud city
(C-3PO stares at R2-D2)
BB-8: I SHIP YOU GUYS!!!
Reblog if you ship these two beautiful droids
End of Last Jedi
It would have been beautiful if Blue by Troye Sivan started playing….
I realized that “rewrite the stars” in the Greatest Showman suits Ben and Rey’s relationship alot…
Joker meets Ben Solo
Joker: Do you want to know how i got these scars?
Ben: Did your crush hit you with a lightsaber as well
Joker: No. What is going on with you…
This is based of “The Rise of Skywalker”, but does not exactly follow the plot, so if that is going to offend you, stay away. In other news, this may be the best thing I have written… so here we go.
This was it, the final battle. You would either defeat general Palpatine once and for all or die trying. You had given the directions so that the resistance could follow you and start taking out the Star-Destroyers. They had called in every ally that they had and were prepared to fight.
But the real fight, the one that would ultimately determine the fate of the entire universe, that was on you.
-no pressure-
You weaved in and out of the deserted hallways, put off by the eerie stillness. It was dark and had the force not been guiding you, you never would have found it. You came into a clearing, it appeared to be an empty stadium. And then you saw it, the throne that had plagued your nightmares.
Chanting filled the room as the once empty stadium was now filled with Siths.
“Long have I awaited your arrival. I never wanted you dead, I wanted you here. Empress. You will take the throne as destiny demands.” Palpatine spoke ominously.
“I have not come to lead the Sith, I have come to destroy them,” you informed standing your ground.
“As a Jedi?” he all but laughed.
“Yes,”
“No, your hatred, your anger, you want to kill me. That is what I want. If you kill me my spirit will pass into you, as all the sith live in me. You will become the empress and we will rule together. The time has come,” he announced and all the Sith bowed down.
You stood momentarily at a loss for what to do.
“With your hatred you will strike me down and ascend,” Palpatine instructed.
“All you want me to do is to hate, but I won’t, not even you,”
“You are weak, like your master, look where that got him,”
“He sacrificed himself to save the resistance, to save hope, and as long as hope remains you can never truly win,” you replied with strength.
Palpatine opened the ceiling to reveal the war that was going on in the sky.
“Here is your great resistance. They don’t have long, no one is coming to help them, and you are the one who led them here. So much for your so-called hope,” he sneered.
“Strike me down. Take the throne. Reign over the new empire and the fleet will be yours. Only then will you have the power to save them. Refuse and they will die,”
You felt conflicted, knowing that no matter the cost, you couldn’t give in to the darkness. You were questioning your next move, but then you felt his presence. Ben was here.
You nodded towards Palpatine, trying to buy time.
“Very good. The ritual begins!” he declared to his followers who cheered. “Now, you will strike me down and pledge yourself to the Sith. You will draw your saber,”
You did as he commanded.
“You will strike me, taking your revenge. The Jedi are dead, the Sith with be reborn,” he exclaimed, “Do it! Make the Sacrifice!”
You were scared, afraid that Ben was going to be too late. That is when he spoke to you through your connection.
“It’s okay your not alone, just hand me the saber,”
You were filled with relief as you acting as if you were preparing to strike down Palpatine, then revealing your hand and the missing saber.
Seeing this Palpatine backed away and his guards rushed at you. You took out your second saber and began to fight them. Relief filled you as Ben joined by your side taking out the last guard. You both stared at each other for a moment so many things you both wanted to say, but this was neither the time nor place.
“Stand together, die together,” Palpatine snarled as he used his power to force you to kneel, pushing the lightsabers far away, as he tried to drain the two of you, immediately receiving a shock.
“The life source of your bond, a dyad in the force, a power like life itself, unseen for generations. And now the power of two will restore the power of the one true emperor,”
And with that, Palpatine started stealing your and Ben’s force with the two of you completely helpless to do anything about it. When he was done, both of you fell backward unconscious.
“Look what you have made,” he bellowed.
Ben woke up first, he struggled through the weakness to open his eyes. He glanced over to your unmoving form and knew what he had to do. He stood to face Palpatine, but the Emperor quickly lifted him off of the ground.
“As I once fell, so falls the last Skywalker,” he yelled as he launched Ben off of the cliff, presumably to his death.
Palpatine then took his throne and sent electricity through the air to disable all of the resistance ships.
In hearing the commotion you started to wake up. Your entire body ached, and while you could feel Ben’s presence, it wasn’t as strong as it should have been. You laid on your back seeing the resistance ships beginning to fail. Now, more than ever you needed hope.
“Be with me,” you called out to the force, “be with me,” you pleaded.
And then you heard them, the voices of the Jedi who had come before you, giving you the encouragement and strength that you needed to rise. You summoned your lightsaber and stood your ground.
“Let your death be the last word in the story of the resistance,” snarled Palpatine.
He refocused his power on you, which unbeknownst to you at the time had saved the resistance fighters.
“You are nothing. You are no match for the power in me,” he insisted.
You pushed forward with all of your strength, closing the gap between the two of you.
“I am all of the Sith,” he roared.
“And I am all of the Jedi,” you declared taking another step forward, summoning the other lightsaber. You then continued to push forward until the Emporer’s own power was too much and began destroying him. With one final push from you, his power imploded disintegrating him and taking out all of the Sith with as well as the majority of the structure.
You managed to take another step, dropping the lightsabers before collapsing on the ground, welcoming death.
Ben, who was climbing back to the throneroom, ignoring his pain, had felt it. It was the same wave of emptiness that had hit him when each of his parents died, only now it was much stronger.
‘No, no, you can’t be dead,’ he thought as he struggled to pull himself over the side of the cliff. He looked around, the room had been completely demolished. There were no signs of life anywhere. Between the dust and the smoke it was hard for him to see anything. Despite that, his eyes found you, lying completely still eyes open. He limped over to you, tears streaming down his face.
“You did it, Y/n you did it,” he cried as he pulled your limp form into his arms. He stared at you regretting everything he had done and all of the things he hadn’t done. He was too worried about turning you, trying to get you to join him. In all of the time you were together, he never told you that he loved you. He loved you. He hugged your lifeless, willing with everything that he had for you to be okay. And then he remembered.
When he had been struck down, right after his mom died, you had healed him. It was something that he had never seen done before, only having heard of it in legends. But if you could do it, maybe he could too.
He put his hand on your chest, closed his eyes, and focused. He was pushing out with the force, with his love, and transferring his life force to you. With everything he had and everything he was, he willed for you to come back.
That is when he felt it, your hand on top of his. He opened his eyes to meet your own.
“Y/n?” he asked softly as if you might fade away again. He was on the verge of crying again.
You looked at him momentarily confused before smiling, “Ben,”
Before he could say anything else, you kissed him. The kiss was everything that you never knew you needed, it spoke every word that you hadn’t said. When it was over Ben smiled genuinely, before his face began to fall.
He fell backward as you tried to reach out for him. You stared in disbelief as he was gone. Before you could even think about reviving him, he disappeared before your eyes. Leaving you alone once again.
You felt an overwhelming pain in your chest as you stared at his clothes. You forced yourself up, knowing that the entire empire was collapsing around you. Taking one more look at where he once laid, you turned away and headed towards your ship. You flew out and met the rest of the resistance as the flew back to the base. You hung back for a moment trying to compose yourself before landing.
You put on a fake smile as you passed through the cheering crowd. You watch as people reunite with their loved ones. Everyone was so happy. You saw Finn and Rose kissing, Maz giving Chewie a medal, R2 and C-3PO being reunited. Everyone had someone, except you. Your entire family was dead, and now even your chosen family was dead, Ben was dead. You continued through the crowd numbly, just trying your best to get back inside the base. That was at least til BB-8 rammed into you affectionately. You looked up and met eyes with Poe. He was the first one who seemed to really see you. He wasn’t fooled by the fake smile, he had no idea what you had to do to defeat Palpatine, but he could tell that it had shattered you. He pulled you into his arms and told you that everything would be alright. And that was the last thing you remembered.
Because it was seconds after he hugged you, that you collapsed into his arms. He hoisted you up bridal style and rushed you into the med-bay where the droids quickly started working to figure out what had happened. He waited outside your room, waiting to find out whether or not you were okay. He assumed that it was maybe over-exertion or pure exhaustion. It was also possible that you were more injured from your fight than it had originally appeared, he racked his brain to remember if there was anything off about your appearance when he’d seen you earlier. But nothing stood out.
He was pulled from his thoughts as one of the droids emerged from your room.
“There is nothing physically wrong with her. But for reasons we can’t explain, we are losing her,” the droid informed.
“She’s dying?” Poe asked in disbelief.
“We don’t know why, but her life force is failing,” the droid answered.
Poe didn’t know what to say as he entered the room. You had saved everyone, defeated the Emperor, destroyed the dark side. You deserved to be honored and thanked, but no one really knew what you did, how much you sacrificed. He decided two things as he sat beside you. One, you would not die alone. And two, he would make sure that your sacrifice was not forgotten.
And true to his word, he was there when you took your last breath and faded from existence to become part of the force. To this day, people still theorize about what had caused your death. Some believe that it was because of your dyad connection with Ben, when he died, you died. Others believe that since all of the Sith and dark side leaders were destroyed, that the Jedi were no longer able to exist, and thus the force claimed you. Others claim that you suffered a fate similar to Ben’s grandmother Padame who died of a broken heart. No one will ever know for sure.
Regardless of how you died, you will always be remembered as a hero. The Last Jedi. The one who killed the Emperor.
But none of that mattered to you, you were happy now. For as you were welcomed into the force, you were reunited with old friends. First with Luke, then Leia and Han, each of whom congratulated you on your victory. Han was the first to notice that you were looking around expectantly for something, rather someone with a hint of sadness in your expression.
“You can come out now,” he yelled smiling.
And then you saw him, joy washing over you completely. You ran to him jumping in his arms, all but tackling him. He smiled wrapping his arms tightly around you. “I love you,” you marveled.
“I love you too,” he beamed before taking your face in his hand and continuing what you had started earlier crashing his lips on your own.
“You know, they used to tell Jedi’s that they weren’t allowed to be in love,” Anakin joked as he watched the scene unfold, “I will say this though, my grandson definitely takes after me”.
And with that, the Skywalker Saga that had started a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, had finally, once and for all, came to an end.
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This is just a cute Kylo x Reader idea that I came up with. Enjoy!
“I know you’re there,” you whispered.
“I am,” Kylo confirmed.
“I don’t want to talk right now,” you sighed resting your head against your knees.
“Y/n, I-”
“Please, don’t” you cut him off. You didn’t have the mental capacity to do this, not now. You didn’t want to do any of this anyone. No more light side, no more dark side, no more force. You were tired of fighting this unbeatable battle. You were tired of fighting him.
“You’re not alone,” he replied, sitting across from you. He had never seen you look so hopeless or defeated before and it made his chest ache.
But weren’t you though? You have been for as long as you could remember. And now the resistance only cared about you because of what you could offer them. They didn’t know you, no one did.
“I do,” Kylo said.
You didn’t realize that he could read your mind through the force connection. You looked up at him, he was staring at you with such sincerity and softness. Something you liked to believe he reserved only for you.
“Why are you here Kylo?” you asked tiredly.
“You needed me,” he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
After a moment of not receiving a response, he asked, “Where are you? I can’t see your surroundings, just you,”
“We can’t do this,” you whispered softly.
And it was true, whatever ‘this’ thing was that connected you, you could never act on it. You couldn’t go to the dark side and he wouldn’t come back to the light. That is one reason that your feelings for him scared you so much. You had watched him do horrible things, but when you looked at him there was no room for hatred or fear. You simply wanted to be with him and to save him from the cruel world that you were both forced to be a part of.
“Don’t be afraid, I feel it too,” he said reaching out his hand towards you.
You felt so safe in his presence and part of you wished that you could stay like that. You wished that the two of you could stay there in that room together and forget about the First Order and the Resistance.
You stared at him for a moment before returning the gesture. Your fingers touched and that is when you saw it. The outline of the future, the two of you fighting together, and you felt a consuming loss. You wondered if he felt it too, but when your eyes met his he merely smiled at you for the briefest of seconds.
Then Luke barged in and yelled for you to stop throwing you backwards with the force, not realizing how much his fear had magnified his power. Your head hit the stone and everything around you faded.
Kylo watched in horror as he heard his old master and saw the fear in your eyes. He watched you being thrown backward and then the connection was broken.
“Y/n?” he reached out with his mind, but it was no use.
He needed to know that you were alright. He wanted to yell, not out of anger but out of fear. He felt so helpless. What was the point of the force connecting the two of you if he couldn’t protect you?
Then the conflict within him started again. Why did he care? He wasn’t supposed to. He was supposed to be a part of the dark side. No emotions, no mercy. Only power. And he did want to be powerful like his grandfather, at least he thought he did.
But then there was you. He couldn’t explain or understand the way he felt around you. It was like he was more. More than Ben Solo or Kylo Ren, more than the dark side or the light side. Just more. His feelings for you were the source of the growing conflict in him and it was tearing him apart. The only time that he didn’t feel it was when he was with you.
He waited, still sitting criss-cross on the floor of his room. He was struggling against everything, his humanity getting the best of him. That is when he felt it. You were back, he immediately took in your appearance. Aside from some blood on the side of your head and your eyes being red, you seemed to be fine.
“Neither are you,” you said sitting across from him again.
“What?”
“Earlier you said that I was not alone, neither are you,” you explained.
“Are you okay?” you both said in unison.
“Me? I’m not the one who was just attacked by Luke Skywalker,” he said confused.
“I’m fine, he didn’t mean it, he was just scared,”
“Why do you do that?” Kylo asked staring at you again.
“Do what?”
“Why do you refuse to see the bad in people?”
“The world isn’t just light or dark. People aren’t all bad or all good. They are a chaotic mix of the two. As long as they are alive there is always hope,” you explained.
There was a pause as he looked at you again as if really seeing you for the first time. You really were unlike any other person he’d ever met.
“Are you okay?” you asked breaking the silence.
“There is something that I have to do, but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it,” he revealed looking down at his hands.
“Whatever it is, you don’t have to do it alone,” you promised.
“I know,”
“Y/n I lo-” he started
“I know,” you smiled.
“I have to go, I’ll see you soon,” he said before the connection ended.
You didn’t have to ask, somehow you knew that he was going to Snoke, prepared to end him. You wouldn’t let him go alone and quickly prepared to leave. You thanked Luke for everything and boarded your ship directed towards the Supremacy.
So I watch all of the Star Wars movies for the first time and I figured that there was no better way to jump start my return to tumblr than with a Star Wars imagine. So, here we go!
Here you were face to face with Supreme Leader Snoke. This is where you were going to die, Kylo had seen it happen in his dreams. This is where it was always meant to end.
Regardless of how bleak the entirety of the situation had seemed, you refused to lose hope. You fought back with everything you had in you and resisted giving in to the torture. You would rather die than to join the dark side.
Kylo struggled to watch as your face contorted in pain. He didn’t know why he cared. He wished that he could understand it because maybe if he could understand it he could put an end to it once and for all. He was Kylo Ren, grandson of Darth Vader. So why was he struggling with your inevitable demise?
His inner conflict was supposed to die when he killed his father. That was supposed to sever all ties he had to the light side and cement his commitment to the dark side. He should be well on his way to conquering the universe and dismantle the resistance. You were a Jedi, he was a Knight of Ren, opposition was your destiny. He most certainly should not be having any sort of hesitation in watching you die. But as he watched the scene unfold in front of him he realized that he didn’t want to kill you, he wanted to know you.
The two of you had only met a couple of times, but there was an undeniable connection between you. Your fire enchanted him. You were so passionate, brave, strong, and resilient. When you were with him he didn’t feel fear or hate radiating off you. It was something else entirely. It made him feel a draw, not necessarily to the light, but to you. It brought him a connection to his past that wasn’t accompanied by guilt or hatred. This feeling he got gave him hope for a future where he could be something more.
So when the Supreme Leader had placed you in front of him and ordered him to complete his training by ending you and the Jedis once and for all, he knew what he had to do. He looked you in the eyes as he drew his light-saber. Even facing death, you were not afraid of him, you didn’t hate him, if anything, you felt bad for him. You simply closed your eyes waiting for the blow that would end it all.
The expected blow never came. Instead, you were shocked to see that he used the force to activate your light-saber and kill the Supreme Leader. He gestured for it to come to you and together the two of you fought the Praetorian guardsmen. Your mind was racing about what this meant, however, you found it hard to think too much about it as you were both fighting for your lives.
The fight was intense, but together you persisted. You were in a one on one with one of the guards when you noticed Kylo was being overtaken completely unarmed. You didn’t hesitate to throw him your light-saber while using the force to summon his. In the mere seconds, it took to appear, your attacker managed to slice at your stomach. You immediately retaliated ending the fight in one strike. You made your way over to Kylo who was just ending his own battle.
You stared at him, briefly at a total loss for words. Your brain couldn’t comprehend everything that had just happened. He met your glaze and there was so much tension between the two of you.
“Thank you,” you spoke mentally cursing yourself for not coming up with something better.
“What?” he asked as your voice drew him out of his own thoughts.
“I said ‘thank you’, you know for saving my life and all” you repeated.
“Of course,”
“So, what happens now?”
“Join me,” he says softly.
“What? What about the Resistance and the First Order?”
“Forget them. We can leave all of it behind, just you and me against the galaxy,” he answered looking at you hopefully.
“I can never go back to the Resistance not with everything I’ve done. I’d never be able to look my mom in the eyes again. And I don’t belong here on the dark side. I can see it now, it’s a losing battle, just the past repeating itself. But it doesn’t have to be with us. We can leave here today and create our own future. When this ship crashes, everyone will think we were on it. We won’t have to be pawns in their game anymore.”
“I-I don’t know,” you answered mind racing at the possibility.
“Come on Y/n, you can’t tell me you don’t feel this connection between us. Come with me, please,” he begged as he reached out his hand.
The two of you were running out of time. It wouldn’t be long until someone discovered you or until the ship crashed. It was now or never. You had to make a decision.
You were torn between going with your heart and your sense of duty. You owed your life to the resistance and believed in their cause, but Kylo was right about the undeniable connection between the two of you. Deep down you knew that if you didn’t leave with him that your paths would continue to cross until one of you wound up having to kill the other. And he was right, he could never join the resistance, they wouldn’t trust him and if the dark side found out he spared you they would kill him. He had risked everything to save your life, maybe this was how you would save his.
“Okay,” you decide, taking his hand.
His entire face lit up, he was so relieved that you weren’t abandoning him. There was so much that he wanted to say to you, but there wasn’t enough time. Instead, he simply nodded and led you away. The two of you boarded a ship and made it out into free space far away from all of the action. Kylo was familiarizing himself with the controls and set-up of the ship, taking a moment to breathe still slightly in denial after what had just happened.
You were scoping out the resources on the plain and your adrenaline was beginning to wear off. For the first time, you were beginning to feel the extent of your injury. You glanced up to make sure you were still alone and proceeded to lift up the top of your outfit to access the damage. There was a lot of blood and the wound seemed deep. You reminded yourself that it most likely wasn’t as bad as it looked. The previously dull ache was quickly escalating into fiery agony and your breathing was becoming shaky. How had you not noticed this earlier?
You quickly re-positioned yourself and tore off some fabric to wrap tightly and apply pressure to the wound. Everything was going to be fine, you just needed it to stop bleeding. It’s fine, you reassured yourself.
Meanwhile, Kylo had asked you where it was that you wanted to go. When he didn’t get a response he realized that you hadn’t returned from exploring the ship’s resources. He still couldn’t believe that you had agreed to join him and that the two of you were actually going to do this. You were going to get out of this messed up fight once and for all. He was busy thinking about the life that the two of you could create when he felt it. Something was wrong, something was wrong with you. He immediately went in search of you.
When he saw you, he cursed himself for not noticing your injury sooner. You were semi-reclined struggling to apply pressure as the exertion of the day and the consequences of your injury were combined and working against you. Your face was covered in sweat and the palest he’d ever seen it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as he sat across from you.
“It’s not that bad,” you answered.
“Of course you don’t think it’s that bad,” he chuckled, “let me have a look,”
He lifted your hands and removed the already red fabric. In his presence allowed yourself to relax. You wanted to let go and give in to the exhaustion, knowing you were in good hands.
“Hey now, I’m going to take care of you, just stay awake,”
He then put his hand on your wound which caused you to groan in pain jerking away from his touch. He apologized and then closed his eyes to focus. He used the force to slowly heal your injury. You watched in utter awe. When he finished his eyes met yours and you both smiled.
“That’s the second time you saved my life today,” you spoke.
“Just evening up the score,” he replied moving to sit next to you. You rest your head against him and just took in his presence.
Kylo was slightly caught off guard by this action as it was completely foreign to him. He quickly decided that he liked it.
“So, what happens now?” you asked.
“Now, we make our own destiny,” he answered taking your hand in his.
