#senator ben

[first-order-general]

thinkin about senator ben and bodyguard hux . . . 

[solohux]

Emperor Hux of TFO and diplomat Ben Organa Solo having a secret affair. one day Ben discovers he's pregnant and he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know if Hux want the baby, doesn't know if the NR allows him to be a diplomat anymore when they know the baby is Hux's. Hux somehow finds out, he asks TNR for a marriage in order the strengthen the bond between the governments. Ben is sad bc he thinks Hux's done with him until Ben knows he is chosen to be Hux's consort.

“Master Organa-Solo! It is past noon! Your meeting!”

Ben groans at his droid’s shrill announcement of the obvious. He doesn’t move from his position on his chaise lounge, draped dramatically across the maroon-coloured velvet in his silken bed robes.

“I know, Gee-Gee,” Ben says, closing his eyes against the brightness of the Chandrilan sunshine as the clouds part and reveal it, making it shine through the windows of his apartment window. “I cancelled all my meetings for today. I’m not feeling well.”

“Ah.” The droid tries to sigh. “I must have neglected to update my scheduling program. Apologies, Master Ben. Is it the baby causing you problems?”

The baby. Automatically, Ben’s hand goes to his stomach to find the adorable little curve of his tummy, 10 weeks pregnant with Emperor Hux’s child. It won’t be long until he can no longer hide the bump beneath his robes and tunics, looking now as though he’s merely neglected his workout regime but soon enough, it will be obvious to everyone that the Chandrilan diplomat is pregnant with the Emperor’s child.

If only their affair weren’t a secret. If only they didn’t have to hide their relationship from the galaxy in fear of the New Republic’s reaction. If only Hux hadn’t fled Ben’s side almost as soon as they found out the reason for his sickness and fainting. Now, Ben is alone.

“You can leave now, Gee-Gee. Send my apologies to my mother about missing her senatorial update this morning.”

“Of course, sir. Anything else?”

‘Bring him back to me.’ Ben’s heart sings.

“No. That’s all. Close the door on your way out,” his mouth says instead.

The droid does as ordered and leaves, and Ben waits for the sound of the closing door to stand up from his lounger and mope around the sitting area barefoot, with his aqua-coloured silk pyjamas almost covering his feet and his robe dragging behind him like a regal cape.

He’s never felt less regal in his life.

“If they won’t let me keep my post,” Ben says to his belly, rubbing it with one hand. “Then I’ll find another way to take care of you. You won’t be hungry or homeless for as long as I take breath. I love you so much already, little one. I won’t let you down.”

Ben doesn’t realise that he’s begun to cry until his tears drop down onto his cheeks and roll onto his caressing hand, hoping that his sadness isn’t making his baby feel sad too. The last thing he ever wants to do now is to hurt the only part of Hux he has left in his life.

A knock on the door disrupts him.

“Go away,” he shouts, more aggressively than he meant to. “I’m sick. I’m not seeing anyone today.”

“Not even me?”

Ben gasps. That clipped and cold has struck fear into the hearts of millions across the galaxy but it starts a fire in Ben’s heart as he rushes to the door and opens it, finding the red-haired Emperor standing on his doorstep in his finest regalia, dressed head-to-toe in white and gold with his golden circlet on his brow.

“Armitage,” Ben smiles but then clears his throat and remembers who he’s in the presence of; the galaxy’s emperor and the man who abandoned him. “I mean. Emperor Hux. Your majesty.”

He moves to bow before him but Hux grabs his hands and stops him, “No. Do not bow to me, my love. Never.”

Hux almost sweeps Ben off his feet as he keeps tight hold of his hands and spins him around, allowing Hux entry to his apartment.

“You left me,” Ben snatches his hands free and scowls. “I woke one morning and you were gone from my side! It’s been a week, Hux. No word, no transmissions, no holocalls.”

“I can only apologise from my heart,” Hux says, his long cape trailing behind him as he walks into the middle of the living room, glancing around at the empty plates and mugs that surround Ben’s favourite lounger. “My negotiations took longer than expected.”

“Negotiations,” Ben rolls his eyes. “The moment that we found out that I was pregnant, you ran away for some political shit. Typical. Did you ever care for me? Or did you just want to get between my legs, Emperor?”

To his dismay, Hux smiles and glances down admiringly, and Ben sees the man he fell in love with at first sight at a gala eight months ago. Not an emperor or an aristocrat, just Hux.

“Your fire is one of my favourite things about you, Ben,” Hux looks up, pulling something from his pocket. “You’re so beautiful. So unique. I want us to be together forever.”

Ben’s mouth falls open at the same time that Hux opens a little white box and reveals a shining ring inside, one that holds a fragment of red kyber in the centre.

“Will you marry me, Ben Organa-Solo? Will you be my consort?”

Hux has tears in his eyes and so does Ben, both trembling with the overwhelming emotion of the moment.

“Hux...I...”

“I had to speak with the heads of the New Republic. The chancellor herself has given me her blessing to ask for your hand in marriage under the guise that it is for the good of the galaxy, the joining of the First Order and the republic,” Hux says. He gets down on one knee, bowing before Ben with his heart on his sleeve. “But we’ll be marrying for love. For our child. I love you, Ben. I love you.”

Ben wants to shriek in joy and relief but the emotion is clogging up his throat so he bursts into tears and leaps at Hux, throwing his arms around his neck and smashing their lips together in a heated and excited kiss. They land in a tangle on the floor with their lips locked, their hands meeting atop the curve of Ben’s pregnant belly.

The ring fits perfectly.

[tuuliivanovas]

Here is Your Destiny Chapter 3 is live!

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Excerpt:

Sunlight filters in through his thick curtains, the dust can be seen floating through each ray of light. A man unkept and a dark robe draped over his shoulder sits at a desk with a chair that is a fraction too small for his large frame. Stacks of data pads began to create a wall around his desk. Who knew attempted assassination caused so much paperwork? His mother left only half an hour after ensuring he was unharmed. Probably to get a jump on the optics. He tells himself he would do the same. 

[reylofsymbolism]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/9 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Rough Sex, Enemies to Lovers, Jedi Rey, Senator Ben, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Mating Bites, Power Dynamics, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

In which an attempt is made on the life of galactic senator Ben Organa-Solo, and Rey is assigned to be his personal bodyguard. Their biology makes them fast enemies, and Rey struggles to balance her duty as a Jedi with the rivalry forming between them.

Perhaps they even hate one another. Until suddenly they don't.

[southsidestory]

The girl was powerful in the Force; this was what Senator Ben Solo realized first. What he noticed second was her lilac lipstick, marking her as a courtesan. His third realization was the most important: he wanted her like he’d never wanted anything in his life.

Rey from Jakku quickly learned things about the Senator as well. He was on nearly every holoscreen in Hosnian Prime, he was foolish with money, and he wanted to buy her. It took her longer to figure out that he was a liar, as powerful as he was breakable, and the home she’d always wanted.

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[greyofjakku]

do you have any Senator!Ben and Jedi!Rey headcanons? where Ben never went dark and Rey was somehow found as a child and raised to be a Jedi by Luke

Hi nonnie! So glad you requested this! It was fun to write - so sorry it took so long. I’m sick with the flu and have an exam for Friday, but wanted to get this out! I’ll do the non-sexual part first, and then put the sexual under a cut :) Also, I wrote these headcanons as more ‘storyline-based’ than just a list. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself ahaha. I should really actually write this as a story *sighs*

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Rey and Ben met when they were younger, thanks to Uncle Luke bringing a few of his students with him to Naboo for the Festival of Glad Arrival. Rey was weaving in and out of one of the many dancing circles, stumbling over her feet but entrancing all the same. Ben, standing next to his mother in a place of honor, tried to ignore how beautiful the girl looked, not dressed in padawan robes but in a traditional white and gold embroidered dress. Braided ribbons adorned her arms and were tied about her three buns, aquamarine, peach, lilac, and daisy-yellow all fluttering in the wind. Across her face, gold paint was sprinkled like constellations, and an intricate design resembling a diadem was painted across her brow. He can feel her through the Force, a life-force that is warm and entrancing, like the sun. That was the first time Ben found himself enraptured by Rey, but also what he expected to be the last….

Ben didn’t see her again until she was a grown woman, 19 years and as beautifully fierce as a storm. She stood up in the middle of a galactic senatorial session to call out a particularly nasty Senator on his obvious speciesism and his disparagement of the Outer Rim sector. The entirety of the Senate had its eyes trained on her, breath held, before the clapping and cheering started. Rey, more embarrassed now at being praised for her outburst, flushed pink and resumed her post behind her assigned protectee, who wore the faintest of smiles on his lined face. Ben, having immediately recognized her, wore a look between shock and pleasant surprise, but he joined in on the clapping nonetheless. His eyes never again wavered from her for the rest of the day-long session.

He first speaks to her after the session releases. He catches her forearm - bedecked in arm wraps - in his warm hand, halting her forward movement. A current of pure energy flows between them, makes her hair stand on end. She freezes, stuttering in a breath before she grabs his hand and wrenches it away from her, turning with blazing eyes to see who would dare to touch her. A flicker of recognition crosses her hazel eyes, and she feels the Force echo between them like waves beating against a seashore, but her face twists into a scowl nonetheless. “Don’t touch me.” Ben holds up his hands, in an almost mocking manner, before leaning against the wall next to her. “You did what most were scared to do in there: use your voice, speak your mind.” She scoffs, tossing her head. “You’re senators; you only know how to talk people’s ears off.” Ben smirks at her words, but subtly shakes his head. “Not when it matters.”

He sees her regularly after that, in the hallways, in the senatorial chambers, at gala events. Every time she looks up, his warm brown gaze is trained on her, lips twitching in amusement. She tells herself she hates him, can’t stand the way he smirks and laughs and stares at her. Yes…that’s what it is.

She slams into his office, not even knocking. She was a force of nature, something to be reckoned with - hazel eyes glinting with barely concealed rage. “I’ve been assigned to be your bodyguard,” she growled out, “-despite the fact that I’d rather be the one to take you out than protect you.” Ben chuckles, leaning back in his chair languidly, knowing his easygoing attitude needled at her and her delicate temper. “What a serendipitous coincidence.” Rey sneers at his response, crossing her arms, the slate grey of her robes moving like water with her. “I was told that you had ‘requested’ me - as if I’m some sort of ‘girl-for-hire’!” Ben was already shaking his head. “I would never think of you like that.” Her shoulders subtly relax, and her erratic breathing seems to calm. “After all, you’re a woman, not a girl.” He ducks the bookend she throws at his head with the Force.

“You’re very thorough in your job as my bodyguard, aren’t you?” Ben comments as she trails her hands down his front, over each ripple and curve of his bare, muscled chest. “Oh, you have to be, in my profession,” she purrs against him, nipping at his pectoral with glinting teeth. “I wouldn’t want there to be something I missed.” Her hand strokes him through his pants, feeling him harden further against her eager palm. She smirks. ( @ifoundkylo hehehe)

Sometimes, when debates are particularly boring and long, Rey uses the Force in a way that would make old Master Skywalker cringe. She keeps her face stoic as Ben shifts restlessly in his Senate chair, the Force caressing him, stroking him. He keeps his mouth sealed shut, determined not to release a sound, but it’s when he has to count off or comment that Rey has the most fun. The slight stutters and broken sentences coming from his normally silver-tongued self is endlessly amusing. It’s safe to say that Ben ends up with a bit of a wet, sticky stain underneath his senatorial robes thanks to her fun…and he punishes her for it later.

“What a naughty little Jedi you’ve been,” he murmurs into the curve of her throat, licking there, sucking. “What would Luke say if he saw you now, getting fingerfucked by his nephew in a private opera box?” Rey shakes her head against him, gasping in a breath as his fingers undulate in and out of her at a leisurely pace. “Please,” she pants, writhing against him. “So polite now,” Ben murmurs, tutting. “Where’s your manners whenever your cursing me out, hmm? Or throwing bookends at my head? Or forcing me to cum during my sessions?” Rey clutches at his shoulders as her hips ride his hand; she lets out a moan, long and loud. “Be quiet, kitten. That is, unless you want the entire audience to see another show….” He chuckles at the thought, feeling her lithe form shake against him. She murmurs curses against his skin, biting at his shoulder as he thrusts into her particularly hard. “Do you want to come, little Jedi?” he asks, knowing her answer as he speeds up his hand and his thumb nudges against her clit. She bucks, mewling - tame for once under the ministrations of his fingers. “Should I let you?” She releases a muffled sob at the thought of not coming, desperate now. She begs for him, sweet little pleas falling from her delectable mouth, one after the other. He smiles in triumph, his other hand coming up to palm at her breasts through the silver spidersilk of her gown. “Come then,” he orders her, his voice as powerful and heady as when he is commanding the Senate floor. She does, just as the opera crescendoes to its grand finish. Yet, somehow, she still doubts that the opera was loud enough to drown her out.

She likes watching him work, likes the way he commands the room with a rich voice stoked in reason and power. He is dark, charismatic, convincing. She wonders, not for the first time, if the Force flows through him a bit more when he is working the floor - if his allure is purely him or not. Either way, the way he meets her eyes, even for the briefest of moments, has her wet for him. He knows it too, can read it in the set of her lips, the glint of her eye, how she holds herself. His lip twitches, imperceptible to anyone but her, and his eyes speak of promises to come, of late nights and fucking her into the desk in his office, spread out for him like a feast. She holds him to that promise when, two agonizing hours later, she slips away. As he enters his office, he’s greeted to an uninhibited view of her spread legs on his desk, her dripping pink cunt on full display. He shuts the door behind him, locking it, before prowling towards her. She offers him a smirk from where she sits, her fingers sliding in and out of herself. He quickly wipes it from her lips as he pulls her in for a long, searing kiss. “Anyone could have walked in and seen you,” he growls to her, hand locking around her wrist, halting her movements. “It’s a good thing it was you then,” she purrs, dark eyes flicking up to him with undeniable smugness. He proceeds to show her just how good it is that it happened to be him.

[greenaasimar]

Here's some of my terrible art. It's a Senator Ben Organa-Solo AU. The top two being his more fancy outfits and the bottom ones being less so. :)))) I'm doing my best.

[solohux]

Just General Hux washing the makeup off Senator Ben Amidala's face while the Senator stares at him and lets him do it. General Hux has orders to seduce the Senator. Senator Ben Amidala is well aware of those orders. But this mission is going southway and they both know it.

Ahhhhh, yes pleaseee! Ben sits down in front of his vanity and begins to take off his makeup but Genera Hux asks him if he’ll allow him to do the honours. So Ben turns around and gives his wipes to Hux, looking up at him with big, beautiful brown eyes as Hux gently washes off his foundation and golden lipstick and glittering gold eyeshadow.

Hux has never seen the young Senator without make up before and he watches as moles and freckles appear on his pale from beneath the foundation like stars coming out at night to grace the sky.

Ben thought he could have some fun with Hux in light of his mission to seduce him. Hux thought he would have the handsome senator in the palm of his hand within days. Both were wrong. They’re falling in love and they’re falling hard.