irresponsible storytelling and other things

chaptered fics:

“I feel it too,” he says quietly, and half turns his head to look at her over his shoulder.
“Feel what?” Her throat is dry again. Adrenaline? Hatred? She’d beaten him, after all, left him for dead…
“It,” he replies and looks back out over the park. “It.”
She doesn’t know what to say to that.
(Perhaps she is afraid to admit it to herself. This has always been her problem. But again, we must pretend not to know what we know already.)

Basically in which Ben and Rey find a force sensitive double-headed dildo.

From @otpprompts: Person A, a princess/prince who decided to have one last good night before their arranged betrothal, fell in love (and possibly had sex) with a stranger at the bar. They don’t remember much except a voice. The next day, the first thing Person B (their betrothed) says is “I do” and FUCK that’s the exact same voice as last night’s stranger.

When word gets out that Rey is pregnant, the Resistance is startled. Had she really slept with Luke Skywalker during her mission to bring him back from his seclusion? He’d been isolated for so long, but then again he had never seemed to have any interest in that particular pleasure of the flesh. But who else could have fathered her child?
(Spoiler alert: It wasn’t Luke Skywalker)
(Spoiler alert #2: It was Kylo Ren)

oneshots:

The Talmud states that on Purim one is to drink to the point of not knowing the difference between “cursed is Haman” and “blessed is Mordechai.” In other words, you’re supposed to get so blitzed you can’t tell your friends from your enemies. Rey and Ben might be taking this a little too literally at Leia’s annual Purim Party.

Ben stares at the text for a minute before opening up his computer and typing “+7793 area code” into his web search. Jakku. Of course he wouldn’t have recognized it. He confessed himself surprised to know that Jakku even had an area code. Did people still live in Jakku?

He contemplates a fall, yet here she climbs. What are they two?

“where are we?” she asks him at last. she’d been too delirious during their flight from wherever they’d held her. delirious, every organ in her body rioting from whatever it was that hux’s men had injected into her, and wholly unable to understand why it was that ben was flying her away from it all.
“varykino. on naboo,” he tells her. he doesn’t say more, but she hears the riot of thoughts in his mind, all disorganized as though he can’t decide what to tell her, or if to tell her, and in his own perplexity could hide none of it from her.
my grandmother spent time here family my grandparents married here love my grandparents fell in love home in another lifetime my grandparents here

It’s not the first time that Rey has seen Kylo pop up in her Fido stream, but it is the first time she’s clicked on him fast enough to be scheduled for a meet and greet with dog and owner on Saturday.

“It’s about balance, Ben,” his uncle had chided. “Knowing how to keep your needs matched with the galaxy’s. There is no emotion, there is peace.”

maybe it’s because it’s dusk–when it’s neither light nor dark–that they break.

Accidents with Ben happen.
That’s just how it goes.

she wakes up fucked up next to him.
rey thinks she might still be drunk. which might be a blessing because if she can get enough water into her it might mean she evades the worst hangover she’ll have had since college.

“Fake girlfriend. What does that even mean?” Ben asks her.
Rey rests a hand on his arm, feeling the muscles underneath his sleeve. “Babe,” she says, leaning close to him. “It means we pretend we’re madly in love. Think you can pull that off for your office pool?” Ben’s eyes flicker softly between each of hers and he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

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