Welcome to the Ben and Rey chronicles! This is all basically fluff, so don't expect that I actually did a good job writing this. And don't worry, I a, definitely anti-Reylo, so they are cousins in these stories. And so that you don't get confused, these are just a bunch of short stories.
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JEALOUSY:
Ben came home with Uncle Luke and Rey after a full day of training. He was up late the night before, and now he was exhausted and irritated with everything. His 2 year old cousin Rey's babbling didn't help. She was so annoying.
Uncle Luke landed the speeder on the landing pad outside of the Solo's home. Leia came out to greet them, giving her brother and Rey each a hug. Then, without hugging, saying anything or even just smiling to Ben, she lead the trio inside. Although he knew he shouldn't be, Ben felt a little jealous. His uncle and annoying little cousin were greeted first, with his mother not even acknowledging him. He quickly pushed those feelings of jealousy away. "Of course Uncle Luke and Rey should be hugged by Mom," he thought. "They are the guests." But even though he convinced most of himself that it was fine his mother didn't seem to notice him, a tiny bit of envy was still there.
Immediately, Leia and Luke got to talking. Ben just sat, kind of bored with the conversation, when suddenly Rey started to cry. "I want my Be-Be!" Luke smacked his forehead. "I forgot her little stuffed toy at home," he said. "It's fine," said Leia. "Ben can share some of his old toys." Ben jumped at hearing this. He tried to think of an excuse at quick as he could. "I, uh, I don't know where any of my old toys are, Mom," he said, proud that he made up a reasonable excuse in a short amount of time. But his mother was faster. "Oh, I know! I keep some old stuffed things up here," she said. Ben winced when she pulled down an old box and pulled out some of the contents. His stuffed Millennium Falcon his mother made for him when he was REALLY little. She handed it to Rey. "Here you go, Sweetie. Be careful with that." But Rey was off before she could hear her aunt's warning
Ben was watching Rey run around with HIS toy. Playing with HIS toy. She was probably going to end up ripping and breaking HIS toy! He suddenly had an idea. He would take it from her, then run away into his room before he could get caught. "Rey will just sit here crying, getting what she deserves!" he thought, with a wicked grin. Then he realized what was wrong with his thinking. Although not that big of an action, he would would tapping into the dark side of the force is he did theater. Plus, his mom would probably give him the "you are 12 stopping acting like you are two" speech. Deep down inside, there was that jealousy again, and this time it was trying to convince him to take action. He then cleared his mind of the jealously. He would not let it take over him.
"Ben! Come help set the table!" his mother shouted from the kitchen. "Coming!" he called back. Looking back at Rey definitely NOT being careful for one last time, he walked into the kitchen.
Ben thought of a trick he knew. "Uncle Luke, watch this!" Ben said. Using the force, Ben was able set each table setting (five people, not counting Rey). Levitating the objects was easy, but setting them down gently was not. Still, Ben did succeed (unlike last time. Leia made him pick up all the broken pieces from the plates he put down too a little too hard). Luke was half-paying attention, deep in his conversation with Leia. "Good job Ben," Luke said, or more like mumbling. Ben was kind of taken back.
"Good job Ben"?! That's all? Usually, Luke would be all like, "That was great Ben! But here are a few things to work on..." or "Good, but you could have..." Ben didn't know is his feelings should be hurt that Uncle Luke didn't seem to be paying attention, or relieved that Luke didn't give him a 27 things to work on. "Oh well," he thought. "When Dad gets home, I can tell him about it" Ben decided that now that the table was set, he might as well listen to the conversation his mother and uncle were having. Listening closely, he discovered it was about Rey, and how she was so strong in the force, and how when she fully trained, she might be one of the most powerful Jedi ever since, well, Anakin.
Ben was interested in Anakin. He didn't know much about his grandfather, other than he was a powerful Jedi who became a Sith known as Darth Vader, and then redeemed himself right before he died. Nobody ever really talked about his grandfather, so he didn't know much. Listening more to Luke and Leia's talking (they didn't seem to notice he was listening), he decided that no more of this conversation would inform him on Anakin Skywalker, only "how great his little cousin is!"
Suddenly, there was a crash in the living room. A few seconds later, it was followed by some crying. Ben, following his mom and uncle, ran into the living room. Sure enough, there was Rey, sitting on the floor crying, with BEN'S toy ripped. The old, ripped Millennium Falcon had its stuffing spilled out on the floor. Leia and Luke didn't seem to notice that Rey ripped Ben's toy. They just were trying to comfort Rey. After Rey finally calmed down, Luke and Leia walked back into the kitchen.
Ben was angry. That was for sure. His annoying, bratty cousin was getting all the attention, even though she just ripped his oldest, favorite toy. The reason he kept it in a box and put away there was to protect it. But Rey comes along and rips it in a few measly minutes. "It's all Mom's fault! She didn't HAVE to give Rey my favorite toy!" thought Ben. However, noticing his anger was growing, he attempted to calm himself down. "Rey is only two," he reassured himself. "She didn't mean to break it." But just as much as he was calm, the rest of him was still angry.
"Ben! Come here!" his mom called. "You set the table crooked!" "Coming Mom!" he replied. He picked his shredded old toy, set down on the highest shelf in the living room (where it would be out of Rey's reach), and hurried into the dining room. He saw what his mom meant by setting the table weirdly. He was so excited that he didn't drop the plates that he didn't notice how the plates were set so far up on the table, and how he set the forks and knives were side ways and backwards. He was a little startled, but he also found it kind of funny, of how he had not noticed that he set the table like that.
Ben heard the front door open. Then he heard his dad and Uncle Chewbacca walk in. Uncle Luke and his mother were in the living room to greet Han and Chewy. He could here the hugging going on in there. He finished up the table quickly, making it almost perfect to impress his dad. He could just picture Han being impressed when Ben said, "I used the force to set the table. I only had to fix it a little. But I didn't break any plates." One again, the attention would be turned to him, like things were before Rey was born. Beaming, he walked into the front room to see...
Everybody was watching Rey. Ben saw his little cousin levitate blocks in the air. One, two, three, four. One at a time, she lifted up the blocks with the force and kept them in the air. Ben stared. He has to admit, this was pretty cool. He turned to look at his dad's face, then dreaded the look he saw.
Here was his dad. HIS dad. Ben Solo's own father. His father, who was amazed, then said, "That's my little Jedi niece!" Ben had enough. I took the glass of water he had brought for his dad and threw it down. Everybody jumped. Han looked at Ben's scowling face and the broken glass on the floor. Rolling his eyes, he said, "Well, thank you for making me feel welcome." Ben was angry. Rage fought its way through him, and before he could think, he shouted at his father, "I HATE YOU!" This time, Leia had had enough. "Benjamin Chewbacca Solo! That is no way to talk to your father! Go to your room! I will tell you when you can come out!" Ben, his face flushed red with anger and embarrassment, stomped off to his room.