Kylo Ren | Reader Inserts

Homecoming

Request:

YO BEAN, I GOT ONE FOR YA. One Ben Solo x Reader where the reader grew up with Ben since they were kids and are the best of friends until Luke's Academy kinda separates them. They go on their first important mission together and it takes like a billion wrong turns with reader getting hurt/sick and Ben protects her and they basically "re-bond" with each other while finishing the mission/getting home. Anything is up to you!!

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The hum of your lightsaber echoed across the training room walls. Twirling your weapon, sweeping across the floor and practicing self defense movements, you fell to your knees and took in deep breaths. Feeling the sweat drip form your forehead as strands of your hair from your braid stuck to your cheeks, you deactivated your lightsaber and swiped at your face. You were completely wiped out, body exhausted and begging for rest, but you wouldn't give it just yet.

Standing to your feet, forcing yourself up, you tried steadying your breathing so you could continue on. Twirling the hilt of your lightsaber as you activated it once again, you went to slash it in the air, but your lightsaber fell in your grip as you fell back. Not even bothering to stop yourself from falling, you were ready for the impact, but only felt an arm wrap around your waist as your lightsaber floated in the air.

"You masochist." Hearing that familiar voice, you smiled.

"I've gotta train..." You spoke in a scratchy tone, clearly overexerting yourself and on the verge of collapsing. "I have to train..."

"I'm sure you do." Ben snickered carefully settling you down before him, reaching out his palm so your lightsaber would fly into it. "But even you need to take a break." Holding the lightsaber, Ben waved it as you tried reaching for it, but he pulled away.

"I won't train anymore." You shook your head, but Ben arched an eyebrow. "I won't!"

"I don't believe you..." He hummed, but you tilted your head and gave him a look.

"Come on, Ben. You know you're just as bad as me." Crossing your arms, Ben only sighed, knowing you were right. "Uh-huh. That's what I thought." Smiling at him as you sat there, rubbing your wrist as your hooded eyes begged for sleep, you let out a small breath. "Why are you here?" You couldn't help but ask, the question lingering as you eyed your lightsaber in his hand.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Ben didn't expect that sort of reaction out of you. It had been so long since the two of you had one on one them. As best friends, it was abnormal not to hang around often, but after joining Luke's academy, a wedge placed itself between the two of you. Either of you grew distant—unintentionally. Ben was on another level, one of the most skilled... if not, the most skilled of the padawans. Then, there was you. You struggled here and there. You weren't terrible, but you weren't all that amazing. That's why you trained so hard when everyone else was asleep. When no one else was supposed to be around.

Of course... Ben had to be the one awake.

"What do you mean?" He asked, narrowing his eyebrows further. "To see you, of course!"

Shaking your head, you stood to your feet. "Ben, we haven't seen one another like this in months. Maybe even a year. I don't know anymore." You began as Ben looked up at you. "We... We're too busy. Too busy with training to even care."

Frowning, Ben blinked. "What are you trying to say? That we can't be friends just because we're at different levels of training?" He raised his voice.

Lifting a finger, you sucked in a breath and shook your head again. "No. I didn't say that. I never said that."

"You're suggesting it!" He exclaimed. "Ever since we first started training we've been separated and you've distanced yourself from me!" Ben pointed accusingly.