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Heart Condition - Kylo Ren

Kylo Ren x Fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of heart issues maybe feeling vulnerable?

Word count: 1,044

Requested: If I can, can I request for Kylo Ren? (If you write for him) the reader is born with a heart condition and after finding that out, he asks to listen to her heartbeat after learning it has a murmur beating with it, after listening to it, she gets his reaction? - @sweetworld-ev

Authors Note: Lame title I know but it’s my first with a medical condition and it sum’s it up. Thank you for requesting! I loved writing this. This one is also my very first Kylo Ren imagine.

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“Where’s Y/n?” Kylo questioned walking onto the bridge heading towards Hux.

Kylo Ren and Y/n were parameters, both apprentices of Supreme Leader Snoke. Y/n just followed Kylo, having been training with Luke before. Y/n had been an orphan and Luke took her to the temple since even at a young age she has been very strong with the force. As much as it hurt to leave Luke she didn’t have anything or anyone. With the jedi order gone where would she have gone? What would she have done? Leaving with her best friend she had always had a crush on seemed like her only option to not be alone. Y/n doesn’t want to use the force for evil, Kylo knows how much she hurt’s on the inside when they do have to use the force for some awful things. So he normally took the lead when it came to those things. Not long after going under Snoke, the two had gotten together. After all, that is allowed on the Dark Side. So when she didn’t show up to training he went asking Hux. For a reason he’ll never understand Y/n is friends with Hux.

“Infirmary last I checked.” Hux huffed out very annoyed that he was being interrupted.

“Why?” Kylo asked through his ever-growing damaged mask. Kylo knew he was annoying Hux but that was just a plus to him. But he also figured if he knew where she was then he might know why.

“Why don’t you ask her? She’s your partner and your bedfellow, isn’t she? You should know things about her but it seems you’re the last to know anything about her. Maybe even one of the biggest things.” Hux told him off, leaving Kylo to stand on the control bridge alone.

With his newfound information, Kylo headed to the infirmary. But once he got there they had informed him that she had been discharged and left about 30 minutes before he had got there. So he headed back to where he knew she probably would’ve gone. Their shared room.

When he entered their room there she was sitting criss-cross on the bed in one of his undershirts.

“Hey.” She greeted him but the expression on his face made her ask. “What’s wrong?”

“Why were you in the infirmary?” Was the first thing he asked after some silence. He decided to just get right to the point. Taking off his helmet and lightsaber.

“Always the straight shooter.” Y/n shook her head letting out a light laugh. Hoping to distract him with a  change of subject.

“Why were you there? What happened?” Kylo pushed, not wanting to drop the subject like Y/n hoped.

“I’m fine.” She shrugged smiling at him showing it wasn’t a big deal. But Kylo could see her smile wasn’t reaching her eyes.

“That’s not what I asked.” he said as he stepped forward, closer to the bed. Kylo moved to sit down across from her but not to far since he was concerned about her. He tilted his head before asking. “Why don’t you want to tell me?”

Y/n sighed slumping her shoulders defeated looking down to her lap. There was no keeping it from him now. “I don’t want to be defined by it.”

“Have I ever defined you by anything about you or something you’ve done?” Kylo said it almost as if it was a challenge. Y/n knew he was right.

Y/n let out a sigh and started to nervously ring her fingers together. She took a deep breath before looking up to look him in the eyes. “I have a heart condition. My heart doesn’t beat like yours.”

Kylo just sat there thinking for a moment before asking. “How long?”

Y/n shrugged shaking her head. “Since forever really. ALl y life. It’s a heart murmur.”

“Why haven’t you told me before?” Kylo asked having a lot of questions running through his head. Y/n could see the concern growing in his eyes.

“I didn’t want to be viewed as weak or vulnerable.” She spoke softly not wanting to be having this conversation and worried to know his thoughts on the matter.

“Your to strong and determined to be considered either of those.” Kylo stated scooting closer to her on the bed, grabbing her hands in his.

Y/n blushed at his stare and words, they made her feel better. Which was his goal. Kylo never liked to see her down or nervous. Then after getting her to laugh and relax, he had just thought of something he wanted to ask her.

“Can I listen?” he asked her trying not to show just how curious he truly is.

“Huh?” Y/n tilted her head at his question not understanding what he meant.

“To your heart. Can I listen?” Kylo smiled at her dumbfounded look that crossed her face. So he elaborated with a smile.

“Uh-yeah. If you want to.” Y/n stuttered out, she didn’t mind him listening to it. Not at all. He was starting to understand and that meant the world to her.

With her permission to listen Kylo went ahead and leaned his head against her chest to listen to her heart murmur. It didn’t take long for him to hear it. Once he did she was right it was slightly different than a normal heartbeat sound. But he found it oddly soothing and he liked that he would be the only one to ever hear it.

“You know what I enjoy?” he asked her with a slight smirk on his lips as he moved back to look her in the eyes.

“Well, you only enjoy a few things so please enlighten me?” She was very curious about his answer.

“I enjoy how unique the sound of your heart is. It’s different and soothing.” Kylo stated starring her right in the eyes as he told her.

Which made her heart melt. If she knew this would’ve been his reaction she would’ve told him a long time ago. But he’s just so unpredictable. Grateful for his words and actions she pulled him into a kiss that turned slowly into more. It was a moment that words could not describe between the two.

Half in Half (2/?)

Prompt: One half light, the other dark. Divided by your differences, your brother went from your other half to the man who killed your father. You once refused to lose hope, refused to let Ben go. With walls built around yourself, can Poe break them down?

Based off of: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader Other parts: Force Awakens: one - two - three - four - five Last Jedi: one - two

Notes: Happy New Year Everyone!! Here’s part two to Half in Half to kick off your new year!

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Turns out it wasn’t a Rathtar – it was the Guavian Death Gang.

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Half in Half (3/?)

Prompt: One half light, the other dark. Divided by your differences, your brother went from your other half to the man who killed your father. You once refused to lose hope, refused to let Ben go. With walls built around yourself, can Poe break them down?

Based off of: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader Other parts: Force Awakens: one - two - three - four - five Last Jedi: one - two

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

“I’m fine.”

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Blissful morning - Ben Solo x Reader

His beauty never failed to astound you.

The morning light crept through your window and you slowly opened your eyes, sighing contently. For the first time in weeks you felt well rested, all thanks to him.

He was here. He was home. He was safe.

He had been gone for a month this time, one of his longest trips yet. A resistance mission to the outer rim to rescue young slave children, some possibly even force sensitive. It was an overwhelming success for the dwindling Jedi population.

You understood why he often had to leave. Gifts like his could not possibly be wasted, especially when focused on helping others.

Though he would never admit it, you knew in your heart he felt as if he could never right all the wrongs he had committed in the past. He knew that no matter what goodness he fought for, who he rescued, or what sacrifices he made, it would never be enough to redeem him. Yet, he persisted. He would never, ever fall back into his old ways. His darkest days were behind him, and he worked with every piece of his soul for the triumph of goodness in the dark world surrounding you.

He never imagined that dedicating his life to the resistance and fighting for the good of others would lead him straight to you, and you certainly never imagined falling for someone with a past like his. But his still-healing heart was one of gold, and you knew it.

Ever so slowly, as not to disturb his fragile sleep, you rolled onto your side to face him.

Your teammate. Your best friend. Your person.

You had been together for a short while now, yet you still couldn’t help but admire him as he slept. His dark hair partially covered his eyes as his chest slowly rose and fell. Minor cuts and bruises now joined the familiar scars littering his hands and arms. In this state he looked so relaxed, vulnerable, fragile even. Every fiber of his being seemed to be completely at peace. He never let anyone see this side of him when he was awake. Not even you. Not even for a single second.

That peace had been especially sparse lately. Though he felt further and further from the sith with every passing day, there were still periods when his demons took hold of him for days at a time. He would lay in bed blankly staring at the wall, sometimes attempting to meditate to keep the nightmares at bay, too afraid to move for fear he would hurt someone. He wouldn’t let you hold him or talk to him. No solution, no help, no amount of trying to get through to him, nothing could break him out.

You knew it had nothing to do with you and everything to do with his own growing and healing, but not being able to hold him through his hardest times took a toll on you. You could sense the loneliness and desperation in his bouts of darkness, but knew he didn’t trust himself to stay in control in those moments. If he ever hurt you in any way, he would never forgive himself. He would let you in on his own time, and you would be there waiting until he was ready.

He was still learning to truly trust again.

So, you settled for admiring from afar, for now. At least until you could fully convince him you were a source of healing, a safe place, that you were in this for the long haul.

And oh, you were. Lord knows, you were.

Today the demons, nightmares, and demands of the world seemed to be far away. He was all yours again, sleeping peacefully. His breathing was deep and even, face relaxed, vulnerable as ever, and in that moment you truly believed there was no way you could love him more.

You took hold of his hand and brought it up to your lips to kiss the new scratches on his knuckles. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing the gorgeous brown you had achingly missed for a month, and you could feel your heart jump just as it did the very first moment you locked eyes.

Your heart sank ever so slightly. Now that he was awake he would surely retreat back into his head, losing the state of peace you so loved to see him in. You figured he would give you a small smile and quickly turn his back to you not out of malice, but out of self-protection.

But, for once, you were wrong.

He did smile, that much you predicted, and oh how you had missed that smile. The way his face scrunched as his lips curved up. However, instead of turning his back to you, he took his hand from yours and ran it along your face, slowly caressing your cheek, seemingly trying to memorize the moment and the many freckles on your skin.

You could still feel the peace and tranquility radiating from him, and you were elated. He was choosing to trust you in this moment, to let you in and allow himself to simply breathe and feel.

His big, beautiful eyes shone in the morning sun, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

He placed a strong hand on your back and pulled you close. He pressed a light but lingering kiss on your forehead as you nuzzled into his thin shirt. You closed your eyes again, holding him tight and savoring the moment, knowing it was fleeting and the demons were bound to eventually return.

“I missed you.” He whispered into your hair.

You smiled into his strong chest. Demons be damned. In this moment, this man was yours, and you were undoubtedly his.

“Welcome home, Ben.”

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