bens tie

Ben surprises Poe by showing up to the valentine’s dance…

Ben’s hands were big and warm through every dance, both of them sweating into their dress silks as they got closer through the night. Ben was happy uncle Luke gave him a break from training so he could go to the dance. He loved to visit his best friend Poe and couldn’t wait for the dance to be over so they could make up for lost time somewhere more intimate

drawn for @tenukii <3 happy valentines to all of the darkpilot shippers. i love you all as much as kylo loves papa vader!!!!

Rey sees the Tie Silencer for the 1st Time
  • KYLO: This is my ship. She's equipped with excellent laser cannons and missile launchers-
  • REY: Whoa...
  • KYLO: -and I made her myself.
  • REY: *swivels head to look at him* What?! *starts giggling uncontrollably*
  • KYLO: What's so funny Rey?
  • KYLO: *getting more aggressive* WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!
  • REY: *breathlessly* It's just..on Jakku, I made this hover-speeder myself too, out of old podracer parts. It's nothing compared to this of course.
  • KYLO: *considering* You could help me make improvements to my ship. Perhaps we could even make something together, in the future.
  • REY: Or someone.
  • KYLO: ...
there is no passion; there is serenity

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Reylo

Prompt: two miserable people meeting at a wedding AU

Notes: Thank you so much @lariren-shadow for sending me this prompt. I spent too much of last night writing this, but it was totally worth it!

Reyโ€™s assignment for the night is simple enough: guard Senator Organa on her wedding day.

The senator makes a beautiful bride, if an unconventional one. She has eschewed anything ornate for a plain white dress, long-sleeved and high-necked. It isnโ€™t as though she canโ€™t afford something fancier; Leia Organa was a princess, then a rebellion commander, before becoming one of the foremost Senators in the galaxy. Sheโ€™s famous for her fine clothes and elaborate hairstyles, but today sheโ€™s dressed simply, her grey-streaked hair falling loose to the small of her back.

She smiles when she catches Rey looking at her, and thereโ€™s the gentlest tug in the Forceโ€”Senator Organa reaching out to her, Rey realizes. She remembers with a sudden lurch of embarrassment that this woman is also Master Lukeโ€™s sister.

โ€œI wore a dress almost identical to this one the day that I met Han,โ€ she says, smiling. โ€œI thought a bit of nostalgia would be appropriateโ€”and the look on his face will be priceless.โ€

Rey smiles. She hopes it doesnโ€™t look as strained as it feels. The Senator seems kind, and she doesnโ€™t deserve a dour Jedi dogging her footsteps on a day that should be joyful.

When itโ€™s time for the ceremony to start, the senator pats Rey on the shoulder and says, โ€œIt was thoughtful of Luke to send some extra protection to my wedding, and I appreciate your effort, but I can take care of myself. Youโ€™re dismissed for the evening.โ€


The senatorโ€™s smile sharpens. โ€œBut nothing. Enjoy my wedding, and if I catch you shadowing me, Iโ€™ll only give Luke grief about it.โ€

She walks out of her dressing room before Rey can think of anything useful to say.

The ceremony is short and informal, but the reception is a party unlike any Rey has ever seen. There must be two hundred people in this ballroom, and by the looks of them, they range from the galaxyโ€™s highest legislators and diplomats to its bottom-feeders. A representative sample of the bride and groomโ€™s respective social circles, Rey imagines.

The senator and her husband are as different as night and day, but thereโ€™s no denying their love. They look at one another like theyโ€™re alone in this crowded room. Itโ€™s charming, beautiful even, but Rey can barely summon any feeling for the sight of them besides bitterness.

โ€œSo what did you do to get stuck with this assignment? Draw the short stick?โ€

Rey glances to her left, then up, because the man speaking to her is uncommonly tall. Thereโ€™s something familiar about the curve of his lips, the shape of his brown eyes, but Rey canโ€™t quite place it.

โ€œDo I know you?โ€ she asks.

He looks her up and down. โ€œDoubtful. Iโ€™ve never set foot in my uncleโ€™s charade of a Jedi school.โ€

โ€œUncle,โ€ she says dumbly, a moment before her brain catches up to her mouth. โ€œYou must be Ben. Master Luke speaks of you.โ€

Rarely, and sometimes with frustration, but it would be rude to tell him as much.

โ€œItโ€™s Senator Organa these days,โ€ Ben says dryly. Then he points to his mother. โ€œNot to be confused with the Senator Organa in the white dress.โ€

Rey bites her lip, but she can feel her smile peeking out anyway. โ€œIt would be an easy mistake to make. You favor your father more, but you look like her too.โ€

โ€œAnd yet uglier than both,โ€ Ben says. He smirks, as if this is a joke, although Rey thinks it might not be, at least not entirely.

โ€œYou must not own a very accurate mirror.โ€

She didnโ€™t mean to say that, but itโ€™s hard to regret it when Benโ€™s pretense of a smile softens into something real.

โ€œArenโ€™t Jedi forbidden to flirt?โ€ he asks.

Rey shrugs. โ€œHow would you know? You said youโ€™ve never been to the Academy.โ€

He could have, if heโ€™d wanted to. Rey would know that even if Master Luke hadnโ€™t told her about his nephew rejecting the Jedi path. She can feel the vibrancy of the Force all around him, potent and overwhelming.

Ben leans down, until the warmth of his breath fans across her temple. โ€œI understand the rules,โ€ he says. โ€œEven if I chose not to follow them.โ€

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GSD Employee 1: Oh no!  Should we go talk to him?

GSD Employee 2: No, Alice.  Leave him.  This is how his genius works.  His greatest art is born…from suffering.

*several days later*

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GSD employees: *gather around him*

Kenny Ortega: His name…is Harry Hook.  He will have…a bad accent.  He will wear…eyeliner.  

GSD employees: *nod eagerly, younger ones furiously take notes*

Kenny Ortega: And he will kidnap Ben…tie him to a pole…and stroke Ben’s cheek…with his hook

GSD employees: *stand up and applaud, tears streaming down their faces*