#kylo is fucking amazing

[silverdoe]

watching a video essay on snapewives and it has just struck me right now how shocking it is that kylo ren fangirls haven't created a microcosm (to not say cult) a la snapewives of their own, like, you would think...

[crucifiedfaerie]

Nicotine Stains Pt. 1 ༉₊˚✧

Modern!Kylo x Fem!Reader AU

➴ Summary: Your older brother's best friend seems to have everyone fooled. Everyone but you, that is.

➴ Part Two

➴ Word Count: 5k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, slowburn, modern!delinquent!kylo au, virgin!reader, drug use, smoking, swearing, kylo breaking traffic laws for some pussy, kylo is a pretentious prick, why is kylo lowkey midwestern emo in this, mutual pining, finn my beloved is mentioned, some angst, fluff, SMUT (protected PiV sex, again reader is a virgin, fingering, a little scratching, slow n gentle sex, softdom!kylo, consent king !!, praise kink, pet names), typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: this may or may not be the most pretentious thing ive ever written but idc. also i want to give a special thank you and shout out to my beautiful mutual liv @enviedear for this idea! she totally helped me flesh out the modern!delinquent!kylo character and this fic would not exist without her. <;3 (also reader is NOT me bc if kylo ren played slipknot for me in his 1969 charger i'd fold immediately)

You sat at your desk, studying for your upcoming midterms and nervously chewing on the inside of your mouth. Mathematics had never been your strong suit and despite only being a month and a half into the semester, your calculus class was stressing you out to no end. The rhythmic ticking of your clock was not helping in the slightest, so you reached for your headphones.

This class is taking years off of my life for sure.

As you looked for a good playlist, you heard your bedroom window open behind you. You yelped, turning in your chair to face your window. Your panic died when you realized it was only Kylo, your older brother's friend.

Once he was finally inside, he shut your window before standing up straight. Kylo was probably the tallest person you knew, almost touching the low ceiling of your bedroom. You couldn't deny how your stomach did flips when you were stood next to him, not to mention he was absolutely fucking beautiful. Kylo's features looked like they were carved from marble and his long, dark hair always fell perfectly around his face. If he weren't so goddamn annoying, you'd like him a lot more.

You groaned. "When are you gonna stop coming in through my window you asshole?"

"It isn't my fault your window is the most accessible and the lock is broken." He smirked.

Your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. "The least you could do is knock, what if I like... had a guy over or something?"

Kylo laughed, walking over to you. He turned you in your desk chair to face your computer and pushed it in, before leaning down over your shoulder to look at your screen. "I think we both know that doesn't happen, kid." He jabbed before making his way to your door.

Your face felt hot, his audacity never failed to make you seethe. And his choice of nickname for you only made you madder. You turned to glare at him. "You fucker- I- you're only like 3 years older than me!??"

You heard him laugh as he walked out of your room and down the hallway.

What made it worse was that it seemed he had everyone in your family fooled. Kylo acted like an absolute angel in front of your mother, and it pissed you off to no end. When he would come over for dinner, he always insisted on helping her with the dishes. He would make conversation with her, crack jokes, go the whole nine yards as if he weren't a college dropout and also doing drugs with her son on the side.

Your mom, being the stereotypical Christian, midwestern mother that she is, would always say things along the lines of "Oh Kylo, you're such a sweet boy. It amazes me that someone like you listens to such angry music." He would just blush and laugh it off.

Kylo drove a black 1969 Dodge Charger R/T that he would pull up to your house in, blasting the loudest possible music. Your dad loved him, and they would always talk cars when they got the chance. The first time you came home and saw your dad helping Kylo change his oil, you thought you had died and gone to hell. You just stared as Kylo smirked at you. That stupid, evil smirk you were so used to seeing.

They can't possibly be serious?? How do they not see how much of a jerk he is?

You however, he was much different with. Any chance Kylo got to annoy you, he would do it. He frequently stood outside your door for god knows how long, just waiting for you to come out so he could scare you. You would jump and yell expletives at him before weakly punching him in the shoulder. He and your brother would just laugh, thinking it was funniest thing in the world.

You sighed, staring at your computer screen. You were over studying for the night. You shut your door, before turning off the light and getting into bed. You tried to sleep, but couldn't. The stress of college was slowly suffocating you but despite that, you couldn't seem to get Kylo out of your head.

Sure, you have had a slight crush on him since you were in middle school, I mean who wouldn't? Look at him. But it didn't mean anything, the feeling was almost certainly not mutual and he was still the biggest asshole you'd ever met.

God I fucking hate him... I mean I don't, but I do.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping at your door. Your brow furrowed. "Yeah?"

Kylo opened your door slowly, making sure it didn't creak as he closed it behind him. "What are you still doing awake, its 3am. Don't you have classes tomorrow?" He whispered, fumbling with your window.

You rolled your eyes, still staring at the ceiling. "Yeah. What do you care?"

He smirked slightly, swinging one leg out the window before looking at you. "Finn asked me to pick you up tomorrow. What time are you off?"

Fucking fantastic.

"Oh, great." You said sarcastically. "2:30pm. The math and science building."

He ducked through the open window, and stuck his head back inside your room to look at you. "See you at 2:30 then." He smirked, before exiting again and shutting your window, leaving you in the dark.

I am not looking forward to tomorrow.

The following afternoon, you sat in your calculus class zoning out and unable to keep your mind off Kylo. You would never admit it, not even to yourself, but you were definitely daydreaming. You were thinking about how soft his hair always looks and how it might feel to run your fingers through it.

You didn't realize your professor had called on you until he said your name for a second time, repeating his question. You sat up straight before looking down, your eyes scanning your paper. "Oh um- the answer is... x equals three fourths." Your face felt warm.

"That's correct. Lets try to be more focused, though." Your professor sighed, before continuing his lecture. You nodded quickly, looking down at your paper.

As you walked to the parking lot, your palms felt sweaty. You'd been in Kylo's car only a couple times before and it was a long time ago. The recent nagging thoughts you had been having about him didn't quell your nervousness either. You spotted his car quickly, and made your way to the passenger side.

When you opened the door, his music blared so loud, you thought his speakers might blow out. You sat your bag on the floor of his car before getting in and shutting the door.

Kylo was smirking when you turned to glare at him. You reached over and turned the dial down halfway and he laughed.

"Too loud for you princess?" He said sarcastically, leaning over to look behind him as he backed out of the parking lot.

You rolled your eyes and buckled your seatbelt, smoothing out your skirt with your hands. "Too loud for most people. Can I play something?"

Kylo scoffed, that stupid smirk still on his face. "Fuck no, you can't play your music in my car."

"Whatever." You crossed your arms, staring straight ahead.

After a few minutes of silence, Kylo finally spoke. "Have you heard of Slipknot?" He asked, nodding his head towards the radio and tapping his long fingers on the steering wheel to the music.

You scoffed, turning your head to face him. "Yes I've heard of Slipknot, you loser... It's just not really my thing. Kind of scary sounding... its just screaming mostly."

He laughed loudly at your last comment. "Scary? Aw, now that's cute. I bet you listen to Lana Del Rey or some shit like that." Kylo said sarcastically, putting a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took a drag from it before offering it to you.

You rolled your eyes at him before taking it. Your fingers brushed against his, sending a shiver down your spine. You took a drag off of it before speaking. "Lana Del Rey makes really good music." Despite facing the window, you felt his eyes on you the whole time.

"Oh so I was right?" He grinned, staring at the road now. "I just said the first girly thing that came to mind... And when did you start smoking? I'm gonna tell your mom." He laughed.

You attempted to hide the smile that played at the corners of your mouth. "I'll be sure to tell her you supplied me with them... and yeah I like Lana. She sings about real shit." You took another drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the window.

Kylo scoffed at you again, motioning to the radio. "And you don't think bands like this do?... This song is called Metabolic, its about the lead singer's absent father and how he fears he will become just like him. They sing about real shit too, it isn't just screaming."

You shrugged, taking another hit before handing the cigarette back to him as he pulled into your driveway. "I never said they didn't, I'm just not super into this type of music."

He glared at you as you grabbed your bag, cigarette dangling from his mouth. You got out of his car, and shut the door behind you. "Thanks for the ride, Kylo" You said through gritted teeth.

I can't believe I'm telling this man thank you.

"No problem." He looked like he wanted to say something else but he stopped himself.

You nodded, before heading to your door. You noticed that he had watched you and waited for you to get inside your house before pulling away.

"How nice of Kylo for driving you home. What a sweet boy." Your mom smiled as you came through the door. "I wish he wouldn't smoke though, you smell like cigarettes."

"Yeah, he's cool." You sigh as you walk up the stairs, making your way to your room before shutting your bedroom door behind you.

You sit at your desk and open your laptop to get started on some homework. Before you start, you grab your headphones and open your phone, deciding to give Kylo's music taste another try. As you do your calculus homework, you find yourself tapping your foot to the music.

The following day, you waited outside for Finn to pick you up from class. You had waited 30 minutes before deciding to call him and he didn't pick up a single one of your several calls.

That fucker. He just left me here.

You huffed before opening your phone again in defeat, pressing on Kylo's contact.

"Yeah?" He sounded like had been sleeping. Your face felt hot from just the sound of his voice.

"I um- Finn left me here and I uh... don't have anyone to pick me up... Can you please come get me?" It felt so foreign asking Kylo for literally anything.

"Yeah I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He said. You noticed that he sounded much more alert, and you heard him shuffling in the background.

"Okay thanks... Uh- bye." You hung up, sitting down on the curb.

It wasn't even seven minutes before Kylo turned into the parking lot and pulled up next to you.

You opened the door, throwing your bag on the floor and getting in. "Jesus Christ, man?? How many traffic laws did you break getting here?" You smirked as you buckled your seatbelt.

Kylo laughed. "If you drove, and owned a car like this, you'd speed too." You couldn't help but notice the light pink that spread across his cheeks at your comment.

He handed you your own cigarette this time, and you placed it in your mouth. You went to reach for the lighter but he beat you to it.

"Allow me." Kylo said before raising the flame up to the end of your cigarette. You inhale, watching it ignite. You caught his gaze for a moment and felt the butterflies return, quickly averting your eyes and taking the cigarette between your fingers to turn and exhale out of his window. Kylo cleared his throat and looked ahead before lighting his own and pulling away.

You both listened to his music in silence for a few minutes. As you fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, you recognized the song playing and began to mouth the lyrics.

I am my father's son 'cause he's a phantom, a mystery, and that leaves me nothing.

How many times have you wanted to die?

It's too late for me, all you have to do is get rid of me.

You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes.

Kylo's eyes darted over to you a few times, and he laughed. "There is no way- are you fucking singing along to Slipknot right now?! I thought this shit scared you, kid?" The look on his face was filled with shock and amusement.

"It's a catchy song. I don't know... Stop calling me that asshole!" You could feel the deep blush creeping across your face.

"No, No." He wasn't letting this go. "I didn't play this CD in the car yesterday, did you seriously go home and listen to it?" Between that and how embarrassed you looked from him pointing it out, Kylo could not contain the smile of pure amusement on his face.

"I don't know- Maybe." You looked out of the window, not facing him. You wanted nothing more than to die in that moment.

He was loving this too much. "Fucking obsessed with me, aren't ya? Listening to my songs and shit." Kylo teased.

You turned to glare at him. "I- No! Shut the fuck up." You gripped the fabric of your skirt and took a final drag of your cigarette before tossing it out of the window.

He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled into the driveway. "I'm only fucking with you."

"That's all you ever seem to do. Thanks for the ride I guess." You muttered as you got out of his car, slamming the door before walking to your house. As you walked away, you caught a glimpse of the look of disappointment and guilt on Kylo's face.

Fucking asshole. So unbelievable.

Kylo stayed in your driveway for a minute, debating on whether he should knock on your door to say something to you, but he ultimately decided against it and drove away.

That night, you laid in bed staring at your ceiling once again, head filled with thoughts of that stupid fucking beautiful asshole.

I don't understand him. He does nice shit for me sometimes, but then all he does is make fun of me?

And even after all of that, all you could think about was that stupid cigarette dangling from his lips and how hot he looked. Your mind wandered to how Kylo would lean closer to you, his hand resting on the back of your headrest while reversing. How he nodded his head and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the music. How close his face was to yours when he insisted on lighting your cigarette for you.

God! I'm such an idiot. I cant stand him or myself for that matter.

You heard a few taps on your window and your brow furrowed. You rolled out of bed, walking to your window before opening it. You were met with Kylo's dark eyes staring back at you.

Your eyes narrowed at him. "What a gentleman, thank you for knocking this time..." You said sardonically. "But Finn is asleep I think."

"Had to make sure you didn't have a guy over." He teased. "But I'm not here for him... you wanna smoke?" He grinned at you, holding up a neatly rolled joint.

You laughed nervously. "I've never smoked weed before Kylo, I don't know..."

"Of course you haven't... It'll be fine, I'm not asking you to smoke the whole goddamn thing." He smirked, offering his hand for you to take.

You sighed before taking Kylo's hand and ducking out of your window. The cold, October air sent goosebumps across your exposed arms and legs. He led you to a flat part of your roof and the both of you sat down together.

You watched as he placed the joint in his mouth and lit it, taking a couple hits before handing it to you.

You inhaled, noticing how it burned a little more than a cigarette does. You coughed slightly, which caused Kylo to chuckle, and you glared at him as you handed the joint back to him.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad earlier." He smirked, taking another hit.

You scoffed. "You just fuck with me too much. You always have."

Kylo sighed. "I only do it because your reactions are so fun... I didn't think about how it might make you feel." He paused. "And besides, I think its cute that you listened to my music all on your own, for the fun of it."

You blushed, hoping that the darkness would conceal the pink creeping across your face. "It's fine. I'm so used to your games by now." You laughed, shivering slightly.

Kylo placed the joint between his lips before slipping his dark jacket off and draping it around your shoulders. It felt so warm and was about three sizes too big for you. You laughed nervously, looking down. "Thank you."

He nodded, gazing down at you as he handed you the joint.

As the two of you sat in silence for a minute, the weed had already begun to take its toll on you. Everything seemed funny to you and as you looked up at the stars, you laughed softly at nothing.

Kylo smiled at you. "What's so funny, kid? Already high from two baby hits?" He teased. "This isn't even my strongest shit."

"You're such an idiot." You laughed at him, shaking your head.

The next hour was spent laughing about anything and everything. The two of you made fun of your brother, talked about college and how both of you agree calculus fucking sucks, and the two of you shared some other artists you liked with each other.

"I can't believe I clocked you so easily with Lana fucking Del Rey. I honest to god said that as a joke." Kylo laughed.

"Hey, she makes good music. Please let me make you listen to her the next time we're in the car, please." You playfully begged.

He sighed, feigning defeat. "Fine but only like two songs max... so you better make them good." Kylo smirked as he flicked the roach off the roof.

You weren't sure if it was the weed in your system, but something was giving you a slight newfound confidence to speak more freely. You sighed. "You're always spot on about me though... I am kind of lame. I always had this idea in my head that you and Finn were the ones who were losers... but in reality I am."

Kylo looked at you, puzzled. "I never thought you were a loser... I poke fun at you, sure, but I admire your intelligence... and how introverted you always are." He laughed, playfully pushing your shoulder.

You laughed nervously. "No, I mean... I don't go out and do anything fun the way you do. I don't loosen up, I don't hang out with people, I definitely never have guys over..." You laughed again, trailing off. "I mean my god I've never even kissed anyone."

He stared at you, his eyes scanning your face as if he were debating something. "You've got to be fucking with me right now. A pretty thing like you has surely got to have boys lined up and down the street."

You laughed at his comment, blushing. "If they are, I surely don't pay attention. No one talks to me at school." You stared at your lap, fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket.

You felt his cold fingertips touch your jaw, lifting your chin to look up at him. Before you could say anything, Kylo leaned in quickly and kissed you. You felt like a live wire, as if lightning bolts were shooting through your entire body. His kiss was urgent, yet gentle, and he held your face in his hands so tenderly.

When he pulled away, his eyes met yours and you both smiled nervously at each other. You noticed him shiver slightly. "Do you wanna... maybe go inside? It's warmer in there." You said shyly.

Kylo smirked at you. "Are you inviting a guy into your room right now?" He teased before standing up and taking your hand.

You giggled, following him. "Shut up."

He chuckled softly and when you got to the window, he went first. He ducked inside, pulling you with him which caused you both to practically fall through your window. You landed on top of him, your hushed giggles only silenced once he kissed you again.

"Shhh are you trying to wake your parents?" Kylo smirked up at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you on top of him on your bedroom floor, the moonlight from the window behind you illuminating you in a halo-like glow. He grabbed your waist and gently rolled you off of him, before you both stood up.

His large, strong hands pulled you by the waist closer to him, and he had to lean down to kiss you. His kiss was full of need this time, you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip, asking for entry and you obliged, parting your lips. You moaned against his mouth and you felt the smirk that played at his lips.

Kylo took a few steps forward, pushing you gently backwards until the backs of your knees hit your soft bed. He pulled away for a moment to take his jacket off of you and throw it to the floor, before pushing you flat onto your bed.

"I-I've never... um." You stumbled over your words, feeling your face get hot as your eyes darted up to your ceiling.

Kylo leaned over you, his palms flat on the mattress on either side of your head. "I just stole your first kiss a couple minutes ago, you don't think I know that?" He smirked down at you before tilting his head slightly, leaning closer to trail kisses down your neck. "Do you not want to? I can stop whenever you want, all you need to do is say so." He whispered between kisses, trailing his hand down your body and stopping just above your clothed cunt.

The sensation made the heat in your core grow. "N-no. Don't stop Kylo." You whined.

He smiled, before standing straight up again and looking down at you. He looped his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pulling them off slowly. "Look at you sweet thing, I've barely touched you and you're already a fucking mess." He teased, causing you to whimper.

Kylo chuckled softly, separating your knees and ghosting his hand down your thigh, stopping at your heat. He ran two long fingers through your slit, collecting your wetness on them before rubbing light circles over your clit. You gasped at the contact, bucking your hips instinctively against his hand. "Needy little thing, aren't you?" He smirked, using his other hand to hold your waist down before pushing his fingers inside slowly.

You whined at the feeling of his long fingers stretching you out, your much smaller hands were nothing compared to his. After giving you a moment to adjust, Kylo began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your cunt, curling them upwards to draw sweet, soft moans from you.

"K-Kylo..." You breathed.

He smirked, amused by how quickly you were coming undone at his hand. "What is it, pretty girl?"

You whined at the sweet name he gave you, stuttering over your words once again. "You're g-gonna make me c-cum."

Kylo laughed softly, he had already gathered that from the noises you were making. "Oh, yeah?" He smirked at you, not faltering once with the steady pace he had created with his fingers.

"P-please. Please I want you to..." You trailed off, lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

"Please what? I'm not gonna do anything else unless you ask for it. Go ahead... Say it, say it." He was having way too much fun with you.

"Please Kylo..." You begged him. "Please I- I want you t-to fuck me."

He grinned at you and stood up, removing his fingers from your cunt, before licking them clean. You tasted divine to him, and he made a mental note that he needed to taste the source at some point. Maybe another night.

You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness and watched as he pulled a condom from his wallet, putting it between his lips before working to undo his belt. He made quick work of his clothes, saving his boxers for last and sliding them off, his cock springing upwards.

You didn't realize your mouth was open until Kylo looked over at you and saw you staring at him. He laughed, tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth. "I'll go slow, don't worry." You watched as he slid the condom down to the base of his cock, before making his way over to you on the bed.

He made you sit up a bit so he could pull your shirt over your head, before kissing you, trailing down your neck and chest, leaving a few light red marks along the way. You whimpered at the sensation, not caring that you'd have to conceal them in the morning.

Kylo pulled away, admiring his work and settling himself between your legs, lining his cock up with your entrance. "Ready?" He moved a piece of hair from your eyes, smirking down at you.

You wrapped your arms around him, nodding your head. He groaned as he slowly pushed his cock inside you, taking extra care not to hurt you and watching as your face contorted from the feeling of his cock splitting you open. Your nails dug into his back as you whined.

After allowing you a moment to adjust to his size, Kylo began to move slowly, creating a gentle yet deep pace and hitting that bundle of nerves inside you with each thrust. It felt like heaven and you attempted to stifle your moans, failing miserably. "Shhh pretty girl, don't wake up the entire house now." He put his hand over your mouth lightly, smiling down at you.

You moaned against Kylo's hand as he began to pick up his pace slightly. He removed his hand to kiss you, his tongue winning dominance over the inside of your mouth.

Kylo pulled away to admire you, his thrusts were still gentle, but he was unrelenting on that sensitive spot, hitting it with each snap of his hips.

"Ky-kylo... m'gonna c-cum... feels so good." You whined, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Yeah?" He moaned slightly, out of breath and nearing his own climax. "Go ahead, cum on my cock."

Your vision went blurry as you came undone beneath him, the tight coil in your abdomen bursting into fireworks of endless pleasure.

"Just like that, pretty girl. You're doing so good, Fuck." Kylo whispered in your ear, easing you through your orgasm as his hand rested over your mouth to muffle your moans.

After a few more thrusts he came to a halt with a groan, burying himself deep inside of you as he came. "Fuck- shit! You feel so fucking good." He hissed.

As Kylo came down from his high, he breathed heavily, smiling down at you before kissing you again. He pulled away, pulling out of you. You whined, which caused him to chuckle slightly. You watched as he took the condom off, throwing it in the trash before slipping his boxers back on, and retrieving his band t-shirt and your underwear from the floor.

He sat back on the bed and gently dressed you, his shirt hanging off of your much smaller frame. "You look so pretty in my clothes." He smirked at you, pulling your covers over the two of you before taking you into his arms.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat flutter. "Thank you." You whispered softly.

Kylo chuckled. "For what, pretty girl?" He played with your hair.

"For making my first time memorable. It was really, really good..." You trailed off sleepily.

You heard his heartbeat falter at your comment and you smiled. He ran his fingers through your hair. "You don't have to thank me for that, I've wanted to do this for a while now." Kylo waited for an answer but it never came. He sighed, smiling as he realized you had fallen asleep on him. This was a feeling he could get used to.

The following morning, you two were awoken by the sound of your mother knocking on your bedroom door. Kylo was immediately alert, scrambling out of bed and grabbing his remaining clothes before ducking under your bed as you silently laughed at him.

"Yeah?" You called out to your mother.

She entered, looking around your room. "I'm going to the grocery store, do you want anything... where did you get that shirt." She stared at the Slipknot t-shirt you were wearing that was three sizes too big for you.

You looked down at yourself, before looking back at her. "I'm doing laundry right now and Kylo left it in Finn's room a long time ago." You lied through your teeth. "And no, I don't want anything."

"Hm, okay... And close that window, the heat is on and its freezing in here!" She motioned to your open window before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

You fell back onto your pillow, shutting your eyes and smiling at the sound of Kylo's laughter beneath you.

[classicanalyzer]

Star Wars Acolyte - Night Thoughts

"Freedom. The freedom to wield my power the way I like. Without having to answer to Jedi like you. I want a pupil, an Acolyte. But this one...went back on our deal. She exposed me. So, now I have to kill every single last one of you. I don't make the rules. The Jedi do. And the Jedi say I can't exist. They see my face, they all die. Aw, look at you two. Right back where you started." "Qimir"

HOLY SHIT, THIS EPISODE IS SO GOOD.

I love how badass Jecki was against both Mae and "Qimir"...sadly she didn't survive "Qimir" (I was not expecting how fucking brutal her death was and I was so sad). She managed to not only take down Mae who took down a Jedi Master in combat but hold out for a good while against a Rule of Two Sith (even breaking his Cortosis helmet!). She was simply too badass to live with her amazing dual blade stance. Jecki is truly Sol's Padawan.

I know I thought "Qimir" couldn't have been the Sith but I love this show's execution of him being the Sith. He's so jacked, I guess we know why he chose to be a seemingly carefree chemist. I love how he comes across as a psychopathic manchild with how he wants the freedom to do what he wants...which is killing Jedi. "Qimir" is definitely the Sith Apprentice (or rather Acolyte) and not the Sith Master. I think he wants an Acolyte to overthrow his master.

I'm also so happy that the show didn't try to make the Sith sympathetic. That was one of my biggest worries going into this show. We see the insanity of "Qimir's" "reasoning" for hating the Jedi and their attempts to stamp out the Sith for good.

I think what's going to happen is that the Jedi think "Qimir" is the Sith Master and not the Apprentice. Then after they kill him, they'll not tell the rest of the Order and Republic about this little incident. Since they're sure this time the Sith are truly extinct, and they don't want to cause any unnecessary panic.

I love how "Qimir's" armor and helmet are made out of Cortosis, a material that can temporarily shortcircuit Lightsabers.

Poor Jecki and Yord, the two Jedi were trying their goddamn best but it wasn't enough against the Sith. Jecki did an amazing job in this episode despite being a Padawan. Yord also grew on me as the show went on, and it was surprising how brutal he and Jecki's deaths were. Their deaths also show how unnecessarily cruel the Sith are. I'm also thankful that Bazil and Pip survived this episode given how murder happy this show is.

It's sad to see how far the twin's relationship fell apart. Mae truly wanted to be with her sibling again, even willing to abandon her Sith master...but Osha will always see her as irredeemable which one can't blame her for. I was screaming when Mae posed as her sister and even more so when Osha was left at the "mercy" of her former Master. I really hope Mae backs out of her presumed plan to kill Sol.

Everything about Sol in this episode, the panic and heartbreak in his voice and face when asking Yord to bring Osha to safety and Jecki's death shows how much of a father figure he is. Sol truly saw Osha, Jeckil, and even Mae as his children. It's truly a case of what if Obi-Wan died in TPM instead of Qui-Gon and we see that good is not nice at all. If it wasn't for Osha, Sol might've done something he would've regretted. I wonder if he figured out by the end that Mae is impersonating Osha.

ALSO THE USE OF KYLO REN'S THEME NEAR THE END. His Knights of Ren-looking helmet might actually hold more than we thought. Perhaps "Qimir" founded or inspired the Knights of Ren.

I hope Sol can help Mae and perhaps redeem Mae. On the other hand, I really think Osha might fall to the Dark Side. It would be a nice subversion of what we thought Osha being the Light Side Twin and Mae being the Dark Side Twin. Great darkness has the possibility of being just as bright while great light has the possibility of being just as dark. I wonder if "Qimir" will tell Osha of the Sith version of the events at Brendok that make the Jedi look worse than they are. However, perhaps Sol would tell Mae the actual version of events which shows that while the Jedi are flawed, they weren't responsible for the deaths of her Coven and even tried to save some, even if some (Master Torbin) believe it was their fault that it came to these series of events.

This is an amazing episode and my favorite episode of the show. Once again I felt this episode was 45+ minutes rather than under 30 minutes. Truly the definition of all killer and no filler. I love this show so so much.

[generalkenobee]

Oh hell yeah smutty as sh*t

What you do to me

Warnings: SHORT, smut, degrading, inappropriate use of the force, riding, soft dom! Kylo, FEM! Reader, I think this might actually be the worst thing I've ever written so, Kylo kinda gets overstimed at one point buttt yk, let me know if I missed anything:)

Summary: basically just smutty inappropriate use of the force💀

"you know what you want and so do I." Kylo's voice was low as he looked down at you. Your body was pressed between him and a wall, hidden away in his quarters.

You weren't able to say anything it was too embarrassing, no matter how many times you had done this with him you never got used to his size or how shy you got when he was this close.

"I can see what you want. Nonetheless, hearing your pretty voice say it- oh maker" his lips pressed against yours. Kylo tried to be big and bad but sometimes he had to let his defenses down. "I love you, so much" your boyfriend whispered into the kiss

You felt a sensation, it's sort of indescribable. Cold and warm, soft but rock hard. It was around your whole body kind of cupping you and keeping you away from everything else.

Kylo uses the force on you all the time, not just during sex either. He uses it to tease you, brush against your clothes like a wind or pulling your chair closer to his during dinner.

"I know. It's strong isn't it? Can you feel me? "

You were pushed on to the bed but not by Kylo, it was something so much bigger. Kylo's bed was bigger than yours by a lot and his sheets were always freshly cleaned and smelled amazing, you felt so small every time you were in his quarters.

Kylo got on the bed and pulled you on to him, pulling you down he whispered in your ear "I want you to ride me tonight, can you do that for me? Please?" You only nodded your head in response while your shirt was coming up over your head. You didn't wear a bra, you never did when you went to him...

You felt it surround your breasts and squeeze at your nipples and it was just like Kylo was doing it

"you know what to do baby"

And you did. You took him out of his pants letting your saliva drip down his length "that feels amazing (Y/N), just a little longer" and so you took your time pumping him, making sure he was perfectly erect and ready for you.

"please baby I can't take it any longer"

You slowly sunk down onto his cock throwing your head back and curling your toes.

"just- just wait-" You loved when he was like this, he was just as needy as you and a stuttering mess. Not in the way of him being submissive, but in the way that he was just in love with you and how your body made him feel

You started slowly moving your hips in circles causing you both to let out a long sigh. " S'big.. " Kylo loved that your body never got quite used to his size "I know baby, but you can take it"

"Kylo" your voice was quiet and almost scared "It's really good but can I touch my cl-"

"fuck no you can't. It's my job to make you feel good." He was so against when men let their girlfriend/wife's play with their clit when getting fucked. Kylo could make you feel good. You shouldn't have to do it yourself.

The pressure applied to your clit by the force made you fold. You couldn't take much more. "Kylo please.."

"me too"

You both let out a loud groan while you tugged on his hair speeding up your pace. "Baby- please s' too much. Yo-you gotta stop-" but you didn't so he stopped you himself. "Shit!"

The mixture of cum was leaking from your hole onto his pubic bone "there's s-so much..fuck"

[srorgana1]

Honoring the Past

Rock Star Kylo Ren/Reader

Warnings: physical and mental abuse of a child, alcoholism, mentions of homophobia, and lots of complex emotions

Huge thanks to my amazing friend and Beta @mrs-zimmerman ❤️

A cackle of laughter hits Kylo’s ears as he enters D’Kar Studios. He smirks, settling his helmet on his hip as he sees Taylor "Trax" Johnson, DeeDee and the front desk clerk Amelia laughing jovially at something on Trax’s phone. It still amazes him how different it is here compared to First Order Records. He remembers how stuffy and by the book it was. There was no joy, no smiles, just cut-throat business practices and the music that fueled in. He thanks the deities above for letting him finally see the light and detach himself from that toxic black hole of a company.

DeeDee turns to him, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Hey Kylo” she says through giggles “you all are set up in Room #3 today.” He nods at them, and heads down the hallway. He turns left at the intersection and takes in the various awards and accolades adorning the walls. He sees their platinum award proudly displayed under a shadow box along with a vinyl sized picture of the front of the Trials and Errors album. It broke records in sales and downloads and won them multiple awards. It showed the industry that success could be done differently.

He scans the walls at the other awards from other artists proudly displayed alongside. It didn’t matter here if you were fresh off YouTube or one of the biggest names in the scene, you were treated equally with respect and kindness. You were part of the D’Kar family. Kylo can attest it’s a great fucking place to be.

He sees the record light lit above Room #3. Looking through the window his brows crinkle slightly in confusion. He was used to seeing you at the soundboard with your custom sparkly blue Bose headphones on. But no, you are in the studio room alongside D’Kar’s videographer Vincent recording Vic on your phone. Why is the record light on then if you're both in there? His hand squeezes the doorknob and twists, entering silently.

A wave of nostalgia hits him as the haunting melody of Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) floats on the cool air-conditioned air. His head snaps to the large window as Vic hits the strings of his acoustic guitar, transitioning into the well-known chorus.

It’s something unpredictable

But in the end, it’s right

I hope you had the time of your life

Kylo sets down his motorcycle helmet on the soundboard and leans on his hands, losing himself in a memory…

He is twelve years old, walking down the sun baked sidewalk. His worn and dirty Converse slap the concrete below, a size too small for his rapidly growing feet. The strap from his heavy book bag digs into his shoulder. He looks at the watch on his wrist. The cracked electronic screen blinking up the time. He cannot go home yet. His dad is still there.

The healing burns on his shoulder flares upon thinking about it. He shifts his bookbag away from them, hiding a wince. He got off easy this time and he knows it. He was dumb and thought he wouldn’t notice. He was wrong.

The sad thing is that it’s something he learned a long time ago through multiple bouts of blood, tears and broken bones. You cannot rely on or put your trust in others. It’s the only way for you not to get hurt.

So he continues on with no real destination. He could’ve stayed at school but it would have just raised more questions. He hated when they tried to pry. Just as much as the looks he got from the other kids, whispering snide comments on his height or his hair or his ratty clothes. He knew they would never truly understand. So he held it all in and walked, hoping someone or something would give him a sign that things would get better.

He stops under a shop awning to get a reprieve from the hot Arizona sun. He leans on the bricks, wiping his sweaty black hair out of his eyes. He watches the busy street, the cars and people heading here and there. The various shops bouldering the open air flea market across the street are buzzing with people. Maybe he could sneak in and grab a sandwich again. The nice lady who runs the arepas stand may turn a blind eye like she has before. His mind made up, he takes a step towards the flea market to be stopped in his tracks by the unique sound of music hitting his ears.

For some unknown reason, he turns and heads towards the music. It invades his senses, calling his soul forward. His dad never played music at home, only hateful talk radio. Said it reminded him of his good for nothing bitch of a mother. To be honest, Kylo doesn’t really remember her. She left when he was little. He totally gets why she left though. He just wishes she brought him with her. Anywhere had to be better than here.

He comes to a dingy little shop squished between the payday loan place and the barber shop. How has he missed it before when he has walked most of the streets on this side of town? Regardless, the music rings out the open door like a siren call. Kylo’s feet lead him closer. A small sign hangs overhead matching the peeling paint on the bay window. Corellia Records. The song changes to a more soulful tune, but still with as much power as the one before.

He stands at the threshold looking in cautiously. The space is small and dimly lit. Rickety shelves line the walls full of albums and other what he assumes is musical equipment. The back wall behind the glass counter has multiple instruments hanging. A portly greasy looking man in a stained gray t-shirt and an ill fitting fedora is standing by one of the tables, shuffling through a box while grumbling to himself.

Kylo shuffles in slowly, taking in more of the shop. The song ends as the man looks up at him. “What you need kid?” he says gruffly. Kylo immediately freezes and looks at his shoes, already able to feel this man’s agitation. “Um” he starts, suddenly wishing he had not entered. “Hey kid, it’s okay. What do you need?” the voice comes again. He can smell the man’s musty body odor as he takes a step towards him. He reactively flinches, pulling his book bag closer to himself.

He continues to stare at his shoes as the man sighs and shifts away from him, groaning as he sits on the stool behind the counter. It squeaks loudly under his weight. “You like music kid?” he asks, switching out the record on the record player and pulling a bag of Cheetos Puffs from below. The man opens the bag and shakes it towards him. The classic smell hits Kylo’s nose, making his mouth water almost instantly. “I can tell your hungry kid. Come and have some” he gruffs.

He eyes the man as he slowly walks up, placing his book bag on the floor and hopping up on the adjunct stool. The music is louder over here and seems to flow through him. He shuts his eyes as his body reacts to the emotion of the music. “You like Soundgarden kid? I feel this album is one of their best” the man says, placing the ripped open bag on the counter. Kylo grabs a couple and stuffs them in his mouth, moaning at the delicious taste of orange artificial cheese.

He takes a couple more before answering. “No, I don’t know who that is. I just, i don’t know… i just like it” he says in a small voice. The man hums to himself, taking a Cheeto for himself. “I feel ya there. Music has always spoken to me as well. Led me to some awesome places. Made me believe in the better of people.” Kylo looks up at him, strangely feeling a connection to this man. “I can tell by your eyes kid, you’re the same. My name’s Raf, what’s yours?”

Kylo sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. He doesn’t notice you, Vic and Vincent watching him with concerned eyes. He’s too lost in his memories.

Raf became the pseudo-father figure Kylo needed. So much more than his drunk of a father could ever dream of being. He offered Kylo a job at the shop, saying he couldn’t pay him much but it was there if he wanted it. Kylo took him on his offer instantly. From only a couple of interactions, he found out that Raf had once been in a band, playing guitar and bass. Left the band years ago over creative differences and used the royalties to open the shop. He always said he felt he was meant to give back and help inspire the next generation.

He taught Kylo how to appreciate the classics. The Beatles, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Patsy Cline, Queen, Chuck Berry, The Stones, The Eagles, ACDC, Led Zeppelin, Kiss, Tom Petty, The Cure, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Leadbelly. Showed him how musical influences never really change, they just meld and flow into the next generation. Just like the notes on the wind.

They figured out a schedule, with Kylo working the four days his father worked the late shift. He would race there after school, working the counter and unpacking boxes as Raf quizzed him on music history. He then started teaching Kylo how to play keyboard and then eventually guitar, saying learning both would instill the notes in faster. He was gruff but fair in his style of teaching but never cruel, allowing Kylo to make the necessary mistakes without judgment.

As the years went on, his home life got worse. There were multiple times he would come in battered and bruised. Raf would fix him up and then would let him stay in the back, popping open a cold Jarritos for him. He would give him a pained look before leaving Kylo to the boxes.

At fourteen, Raf recommended Kylo to play at the local Cantina’s open mic night. Said it would be good for him to try it out and to test out his skills in front of others. Kylo will never forget that night for as long as he lived. He stood backstage at Los Nopales, his body wracked with nerves. He remembers shaking and his sweaty hand almost staining the wooden neck of his borrowed guitar.

His name was called followed by some random applause. He took a shuddering breath and walked out under the spotlight, sitting on the stool and attempting to fix the microphone to his height. It squeaked and slid all the way down, hitting the guitar with a thud. A couple people laughed and shook their heads. He fixed it quickly, his cheeks burning hot. He looked up and saw Raf by the bar, his rotund self settled on a bar stool. He nodded at him with kind eyes, silently saying you can do this.

He nodded back and focused on the feeling of the guitar in his hands. The sound of bottles clicking and the low murmur from the crowd. It’s oddly centering. He shuts his eyes and lets himself be enveloped by the energy. He strummed the opening chords, letting himself get lost in the notes. Letting the music carry him away. His rendition of Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi brought the crowd to their feet. He left the stage with a smile on his face and his heart full to see Raf’s face full of pride among the others.

He played there off and on, often on weekends. He would sneak out after his Dad passed out or left for the bar, hopping on the bicycle Raf gave him. Raf was almost always there when he performed, a glass of cold beer in front of him and a big grin on his face. It was something that struck Kylo to the core. How good it felt to have someone believe in him.

But life decided to remind Kylo of his reality. One weekend afternoon when Kylo thought his old man was out cold, he left and headed to the shop. The hot dry air hit his face as he petaled down the street, excited for his shift.

He recently had gotten into a couple newer bands: Foo Fighters, Green Day and Linkin Park. Raf had laughed and rolled his eyes when he caught Kylo rocking out in the back to them, saying how much he could hear Depeche Mode and Rage against the Machine in their sounds. Regardless, he let Kylo order some along with some other bands and they were due to be delivered today.

Kylo parked his bike and chained it up, concerned with the yelling from inside the shop. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at the sound of a familiar voice. Please no, he prayed as he slowly walked out of the alley and to the front door. His heart sank in his chest to see his wreck of father cornering Raf by the counter, a threatening finger in his face. Raf stared down the irate man, his large face stoic. His eyes catch Kylo behind him, worry flashing in his dark brown irises.

“I knew you were coming here boy” his father snarled, turning from Raf to him. His feral anger emanated from him as he cracked his neck. “When I heard from Pedro that he saw you playing at the Cantina, I knew this is where you were sneaking off to you little shit” Kylo gulped and watched him in fear as he began to pace. It was a sign of bad things to come.

“C’mon man, he’s just a kid” Raf said, pushing himself off the counter. “DON’T TELL ME HOW TO RAISE MY BOY!” his father roars, knocking a box of vinyls to the floor. Kylo winced at the sound of them smashing to pieces. “You come here now” he snarled. Kylo took a breath, knowing he cannot get out of this. If he fights it’ll be ten times worse. He walked up to his father slowly, yelping when his hair was grabbed roughly. “You will never come back here” he voice getting louder “you will never play at that Cantina again and you will never see this fat fucking faggot ever again. Do you understand me!?”

As much as Kylo was scared, he couldn’t take his eyes off Raf. The pain in his eyes mirrored his. He suddenly knew why Raf had been so nice to him at the beginning. He had experienced this. He had his own abuser and was reliving it with Kylo.

It gave Kylo the strength to do what he needed to do. He pulled away, hissing through the pain of his hair being ripped out at the root. He shut his eyes and swung, colliding with his father’s jaw. A shot of pain shoots through his hand and up his arm. He groaned through ragged breaths, holding his arm to his chest. “Ky” a gruff voice said. The voice of his anchor through all this fucking bullshit.

He opened his eyes to see Raf’s eyes wet with tears and his father out cold on the floor. His arm throbbed hotly. “I’m calling the cops Ky, this needs to end” Raf said as he rounded the counter, heading for the back. It was then that Kylo noticed a silvery scar under the tattoo on Raf’s neck, so similar in shape and size to ones he had on his shoulder. “How’d you get out Raf?” Kylo grits out through the stabbing pain. “Music my boy, and I suggest you do the same,'' he responded softly. Kylo nodded as he watched Raf’s wide body disappear behind the wall.

The cops came quickly, escorting both Kylo and his father to the hospital. They set Kylo’s broken hand and arm and questioned him about what happened. He told them everything. They wrote down everything, giving him that pitied look. He hated it. They escorted him home so he could get his meager belongings and was thankfully sent to stay with Raf until the trial.

During that time he recommended Kylo to file for emancipation. He was plenty old enough to and met the qualifications with a job to support himself and had a place to stay. Why not, Raf had said, you’re more of a man now then your father ever was. It was a better option than getting sent to some shitty foster care setup until he aged out.

The courts took their time, but ultimately granted Kylo his emancipation and his father a prison sentence. He continued to play at open mics and work odd jobs along with the shop. He was happy for once. He was doing what he loved and had someone who believed in him.

The day after his sixteenth birthday, Raf told him of an opportunity of a lifetime. It was a job at Raf’s cousin’s restaurant in Los Angeles which came with a small studio apartment and a promise he could perform at every open mic night there. Raf knew it was Kylo’s dream to have his name in lights, to play his guitar for the masses. LA is where music and dreams are made and Kylo deserved to get his shot. He graciously accepted, crying into Raf’s shoulder. He helped Kylo prepare, all the while giving random snippets of advice and pointers on the music industry there.

On a hot April morning, Raf drove Kylo to the bus depot. They sat side by side on the bench until his bus was called. He told Kylo to wait a moment as he huffed and puffed back to his car. Kylo stood there confused with his small tattered duffle bag and second-hand suitcase. As Raf turned back, he saw a familiar leather case. He knew inside was Raf’s vintage Fender, the same one he learned to play on.

Kylo tried to decline but Raf refused to take no for an answer, saying it was his now and to make him proud with it. He hugged him and thanked him, promising he would do his fucking best. He hopped on the bus with teary eyes, and watched his guardian angel fade as the bus pulled away.

He never saw Raf again. He passed away two years later from heart failure. By that time Kylo was in deep working for First Order, working himself to the bone to show he was worthy. He only found out when he and the guys went for drinks at the old cantina he used to work at to celebrate their work on the StarKiller album.

Sergio, Raf’s nephew who was now the manager, let Kylo drink on the house after telling him the news. As much as the other guys tried to lift his spirits, he wallowed miserably in tequila and whiskey. Truly in mourning of his first true friend and mentor. The only one who knew the whole story at the time was Vic so he lifted a glass, toasting the man. Speaking the words Kylo held in his heart but couldn't put into words.

The memories fade as the weight of arms wrapped around his shoulders along with a pair of soft lips kissed his cheek. "Ky, baby what's wrong?" your soft voice says, full of concern. He shakes his head, finally feeling the wetness on his cheeks. "Just memories baby girl, don't worry about it" he says, turning in your arms and tucking his head in your shoulder. He feels your nails scratch at his scalp in an attempt to calm him. He knows you know the story. He told you everything. He takes a shuddering breath, attempting to compose himself.

"Kylo, I am so sorry man. I know how much that song means to you. We thought we would’ve been done by the time you got here…" Vic says coming up to them, his blue eyes full of emotion. Kylo looks up at him, giving him a warm smile through teary eyes. He knows Vic is telling the truth. He should’ve been more prepared than he was. It was known he was playing that song today, with it being one of the most requested songs on their social media poll. But like always, it hit him right in the heart and sucked him in.

"I know Vic" he says releasing you, wiping one of his red rimmed eyes with his hand. "It's on me, not you. But I can definitely say your performance was moving." Vic gives him a sad smile, finally taking a seat on the couch as you stand by his side. "How about we break for lunch and then you can do yours Ky. I can have Rae move up our order" you say, clicking a couple keys on the sound board.

His mind still swims with visions of the past: of Raf's happy tear filled eyes when he performed for the first time, of his gruff laugh and affinity for odd but comforting snacks, the last hug they shared at the bus depot. He looks over at his guitar sitting in its case next to Vincent on the couch. Obviously more worn but still the same. His only memento of the man who changed his life for the better.

"No, no I have to do this" he says, kissing the top of your head and turning to grab the guitar case. He sees you nod as you take a seat at the soundboard, your hands fidgeting with your headphones. "You want me to record it for you?” Vic asks, shaking his phone in his hand. Kylo nods as he heads into the studio. He hears Vic and Vincent follow him in. He looks over to see you blow him a kiss through the glass. He catches it and puts it on his chest with a soft smile.

He scans the studio room, deciding to sit on a tall metal stool that was discarded in the corner. He grabs it and moves it to the front of Vincent, setting himself atop it. He feels he’s right back in that dim music shop, learning his chords alongside Raf. He tunes his guitar, almost able to feel his spirit with him.

His fingers stop, his mind offering a silent thank you. He looks up and nods to you. He sees Vic and Vincent start recording as the record light goes on. "Hey all this is Kylo from the Knights of Ren, thanks for joining us for our newest segment of Classic Covers. I would like to thank each and every single one of you for your continued support of the band and we hope you like and subscribe to the channels below." He has to tell himself not to roll his eyes when Vic cracks a wry smile at him for once following the approved script.

"This next one is really special to me for a lot of reasons and I would like to dedicate it to Rafael Hernandez Corellia and his family. He meant more to me than I could ever express in words. So in memory of him, this is Fell on Black Days by Soundgarden." His calloused fingers hit the strings, starting into a song that lives in a part of his heart. His version is gritty and passionate, so much like Raf. He feels tears prick his eyes as reaches the end, barely noticing the growing group of people in the ajoining room. All amazed at the outpouring of emotion from him.

He strums the final notes, giving the camera a tearful smile and wave. Vic stops recording and immediately rushs over to give him a hug. He grunts as Vic’s body hits him, pushing the guitar into his gut. He ignores the discomfort and wraps an arm around him, holding his friend close.

A series of applause and cheers come through the speakers when they release. He looks up to see over half the staff and a couple other artists all giving him a standing ovation. You are standing in the middle with tears streaming down your face.

His eyes hold yours and can feel your love emanating from them. He can barely hear you whisper I love you over the crowd but it’s there. He lets the tears finally flow. He has honored Raf in the best way he knew how. He has you and his band mates and his friends. He has D'Kar. He has honestly and truly made his dreams come true.

soooo...yeah that happened. How ya all doing?! Lemme know what you think here or on A03 ❤️

You can find the whole collection here including the original story:

[cosmic-ships]

Good news! :3

I had a vivid dream of Kylo last night like... I know this is going to sound utterly bat shit insane but I was laying here with my eyes close, I was completely relaxed (for fucking once lol) and istg I heard his voice it was just for a second and it was only one word but that was the last thing I remember before passing tf out. (Yes you may all not believe me but I really do not care if you do or don't I know what I heard-)

but then I had this amazing wonderful vivid dream about him! Which I'm not going to disclose because it felt extremely personal and extremely real (both in an emotional and physical sense) <3

I woke up this morning feeling so idk... calm and relaxed

Happy. 💜

Also hey, it's raining out! I love rain! (Just not when it does the other thing but that's not in the forecast!)

So I can finally respond to Lee's ask because I am 1000% going to answer them for my darling husband Ky <3

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Hux was staring blankly at his plate.

"Hey... Alright darling?" Kylo smiled placing hand on his waist.

"I... " Armitage nodded slowly "Yes.. " he smiled to Kylo's parents taking sip of wine. "Your home looks amazing. The tree, lights, food. It took a lot of work."

"I enjoy it." Leia smiled. "Decorating." she watched like Armitage is looking around "Ben... Why don't you show Armitage your room."

"Mum, i am not a child anymore..."

"I actually would like to see your room." Hux looked at him. Kylo shrugged and stood up, taking him upstairs. Armitage sat down on his bed and smiled amused. "Black walls?"

"I've .. Had a faze...." Armitage giggled smoothing out sheets.

"Would.. your family be mad if i... Stay here for a minute?"

"No that's fine. Everything alright? I know they can be a lot"

"No. No, you have wonderful family." Kylo sat down next to him. "I just never... Had Christmas like this... " Armitage pulled legs to his chest "I mean there were decorations and dinner but it was always.... Ah... "

"I know. Take all time you need" Kylo pressed a kiss to his temple " maybe i should stay?"

"No... They were missing you. Go. I will be back soon i promise." Ben nodded and left him, closing the door. He get back alone to the table. Leia smiled.

"A little overwhelmed hm? Your boyfriend?"

"I guess. He laid down for a few minutes."

"I like him you know. "She smiled. "He seems to have a calming effect on you."

"Yes well... I... Love him."

Leia smiled slightly and sat down next to him holding his hand.

"I can see that."

*****

Armitage joined them an hour later. He sat down under Christmas tree next to his boyfried.

"Kylo... " Kylo smiled and kissed him. Armitage hummed pleased. " Ky lo" he murmured. Kylo adored when Hux was using his chosen name. Not mocking him for it, not thinking it was ridiculous. He also was phenomenal in moaning it over and over...

"I love you so much" he blurted out. Hux laughed took small black box form under the tree and gave it to him.

"It's for you. Open." Kylo did that and took out small red stone on golden chain "It's... "

"I know. Kyber. But how did you... Armitage it's fucking raw kyber. How... " Hux smiled. "It's so expensive "

"Stop that now. Just... Wear it. It should be warm to touch." Kylo smiled putting it on.

"Did you wore it?" Hux blushed and cleared his throat.

"Yes... For a bit... I just heard that... it's appropriate to wear it before it will be gifted. Something about your spiritual nonsenses and bonds i guess ... " Kylo laughed.

"Thank you." He kissed his cheek. "I... Merry Christmas, Armitage. " He gave him and envelope. Hux blinked confused and took it. He unfolded the document inside and his heart skipped a beat.

"You ... It's... ."

"You are not going back to that awful people darling. I won't let you."

"You got us a house." Hux whispered.

"I did. I won't take no for an answer. Unless.. you really don't want to but.. " Armitage kissed him trying to blink off tears. Didn't help a lot. He burst into hysterical laugh when he moved away. "Armitage."

"I ... I am fine. I am. You got us a house."

"Yes. Yes. No more people who call themselves your family. No more of this Armitage. I won't let them hurt you anymore. " Hux covered his mouth trying to compose himself. He gave up after few seconds and fell into Kylo's arms, trying hard not to fall apart. Kylo hugged him. "It's alright. Shh.. " he tangled fingers into his hair. "Everything will be alright i promise. Cry all you want."

"Y..your family "

"Outside. They are playing with Rey in snow. We have plenty of time. Breathe.."Armitage hid face in his neck.

"I love you." He whispered "i don't deserve you. I love you."

"You deserve everything." Hux sobbed holding onto him tightly. After he calmed down a little he sat more comfortably and looked at Kylo.

"You bought a fucking house and have the audacity to complain about kyber being expensive ?" Kylo laughed. Hux sighed and held his hand. "Thank you." He whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Armitage."

Hux only smiled curling in his arms. But for Kylo it was the best gift he could get.

Oh And if you are interested in how they manged to pull out Millicent and Armitage's things from Hux's house.... Kylo simply asked KoR to accompany them. And when seven armed, well-trained men from special unit politely ask you to sit down and do not interfere you sit down. Even if you are Brendol Hux.

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My Chirstmas take on kylux i hope you liked it! Merry Christmas!

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

apparently we're all posting smut for thanksgiving, and I wanted to join!! this is an excerpt from my Pornstar AU, for context in thix au it's basically benarmie bc i couldn't find a way too add enough trauma to kylo's backstory to justify a change (because this is really a story abt hux) and Ben's ace in this story, so their sex life is basically just things I find interesting as someone who is also ace? im really playing with the definition of sex here in a way i find super fun.

anyway have 2k of porn, and then after you should all read jayne's fic private demonstration because it's amAZING

OKAY PORN UNDER THE CUT

As strange as it was adjusting to mornings with someone in his bed, Armitage is having more trouble right now reaching over and finding only rumpled blankets and a long cold pillow. The scent of Ben's shampoo still clings to the fabric when he pulls it into his arms, buries his face in it and takes a deep breath. The blinds are open, no doubt done by Ben long before the sun rose, before he climbed out of their bed, before he left Armitage to sleep away another day of retirement aimlessly.

While the garden has proved a useful distraction, some days are harder than others. Each first light brings with it the reminder that he doesn't have anything to do, besides keeping three plants alive and taking care of himself. Having never been skilled at the latter, Armitage can feel himself fraying at the edges. He twirls his wedding ring idly with his thumb, runs the pad over smooth metal, and watches how light reflects off the gold band. For a moment, Armitage remembers that day in the Trader Joe's, dreaming about taking a man home and doing something for himself, fucking someone without a camera involved.

Some might consider it a betrayal to explore this line of thought, Ben's made it clear that Armitage is allowed to imagine whatever he wants, and do with those thoughts whatever he pleases. Though his morning wood is fading, Armitage reaches a hand between his legs, buries his head deeper into Ben's pillow and cups himself, relishes in the pressure. He imagines an alternate world, one where Ben took him home, laid him out on the couch, slotted between his thighs until clothed erections pressed together, layers of fabric adding to the friction.

Ben would have gasped into his mouth, still shy, and Armitage would have whispered encouragement at the shell of his ear, nipped at the lobe before kissing his way down Ben's neck. His fingers would have popped the button of Ben's jeans, his hands pushed down his joggers, and following along with the daydream, Armitage pushes his briefs down, propping Ben's pillow against the headboard so he can sit up and lean into it. 

Eyes closed, Armitage circles his hole lazily. He's not willing to move and grab lube, so the most he can do is toy with himself, but imagining Ben's hands make even that exciting. Ben's voice, husky from lust, stuttering with nerves, asking if Armitage is going to be good for him, open for him, scream for him.

"Yes," Armitage whispers to the empty room, moving from his hole to wrap around himself, pressing under the head with a finger while his free hand toys with a nipple. "Always, Ben."

"Good morning."

His eyes snap open, his neck jerking as his gaze shoots to the door and his hands freeze. Ben's there, leaning against the frame, shoulders loose and a smile tugging at his lips. Does he move his hands away? And when had Ben gotten home? What time is it? Armitage hasn't checked the clock yet, hasn't even taken his phone off the charger.

"Short day," Ben says, coming further into the room. He takes Armitage's dressing chair and picks it up, moves it to face the bed and leans against the back. "Keep going."

A decade of fucking on camera, and this is what makes Armitage blush. With stilted motions, Armitage strokes his cock, torn between looking Ben in the eye and pretending he's not there. Ben moves as Armitage hand slides up and down, comes to his side of the bed and opens the drawer where his toys are.

"Ben-" he starts, but he's shushed, one hand raising a finger while the other rifles through the drawer.

"I've been thinking," Ben says. His hand withdraws from the drawer, a bottle of lube and a dildo both fitting in his grasp. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to try something." His mouth opens, word Armitage can't find the words, listens instead to the click of his throat as he swallows, the hitch of his breath as he reaches up to take the items from Ben. "I'll need you to use your words, sweetheart."

"Yes, god," Armitage gasps. Ben is well aware what the pet name does to him, has seen more than once how he flushes at the smallest bit of affection. One of his hands stills, just holding himself, and the other sets everything he’s been handed next to him on the sheets. "Yes."

"Good." There's a laughter to Ben's words, even as he sits in that chair at the foot of the bed, legs spread, facing  Armitage and watching him with warm eyes. Sat like that, Ben's slacks do little to hide him even soft, and Armitage has to stop himself from staring. "Are you going to do what I say?"

"Ben-"

Ben clicks his tongue.

"Call me 'love,' dear. We don't want you to wear my name out." Armitage’s flush moves down his neck, turns his chest red as his head tries to hide in the pillow. "None of that. I want to see how much you enjoy everything."

"Ben-" Armitage winces, looks forward and forces himself to hold Ben’s gaze. "Love, please."

"Hands off."

Armitage groans, but he listens, grips the sheets and looks at Ben, from his eyes, warm and calm as always, to the rise and fall of his chest, even and slow.  Ben chuckles, leans forward in his seat as his elbows rest on his thighs.

"What were you thinking about when I came in?" he asks. "When you said my name."

His head twitches, and Armitage wants desperately to hide, bury himself in the blankets away from intense brown eyes. He feels exposed, flayed open. Instead his own gaze traces Ben's jaw, wonders how his stubble would feel against Armitage's chest.

"The day we met," Armitage says, breathes almost. His hands clench in time with his jaw, and Ben's silence bids him to continue. "Imagined you spreading me out on the couch, didn't get much farther than that."

"Half-fucked out, and still all you could think about was more," Ben says with a laugh. "I want you to stretch yourself, sweetheart. Just one finger for now, I'll decide when you're ready for more. Do you understand?" Armitage nods. "Out loud, honey. I need to hear you."

Armitage's breath stutters as he uncaps the lube.

"Yes, Love," he says. His hand shakes as it moves down his body, as he shifts down just enough to bare himself to Ben. His legs spread on habit, knees drawing up towards his chest, the muscle memory of camera angles burned into the motions. He hasn't shaved in a few days, but Ben watches with rapt attention as Armitage circles his hole.

"Don't tease yourself," he says. "That's my job."

Armitage groans as he slips inside, takes a deep breath and relaxes as best he can. His cock is weeping against his stomach, head red and precome spilling from the slit, and Armitage wants to take it in hand, give himself relief. He keeps his hand in the sheets instead, flexes his fingers. "Can you keep a slow rhythm on your own, or do you need me to set it for you, dear?"

He can't think, let alone keep time, but his throat is dry and his head foggy, so Armitage shakes his head, watches as Ben's brows furrow.

"Armitage?"

"You, please," he manages.

"You're with me?"

"Yes." After another breath. "Wanna be good."

"You are," Ben says. "You're doing so well."

Standing from his seat again, Ben comes around the bed, sits next to Armitage and leans into him as the mattress dips. His dress shirt is rough against Armitage's heated skin. He's pulled into Ben's chest, and his head falls back to rest in the crook of Ben's neck, panting breaths against his collar.

"Is this better, sweetheart?" he asks, words vibrating through Armitage. One of his hands is on Armitage's waist, and the other runs slowly up and down his arm. "Can you keep that pace?"

It will be glacial, Armitage knows, work him closer to the edge inch by inch and still maybe never get him there. But it's what Ben wants him to do, and Armitage wants to be good.

"Yes," he mutters, nodding. He pulls out as Ben's hand drags down his arm, hissing as he thrusts in when the motion moves upward. Minutes pass with the slow push and pull, hours, maybe. Armitage's world has narrowed to the warmth of Ben at his back, the hand on his arm, and the catch of his rim each time he pulls out to the tip.

"Add another, honey," Ben says, words whispered into Armitage's hair. "You don't have to be quiet. The world would be lucky to hear you."

His stomach twists as Armitage lets out a noise, a gasp, a moan, a sob. Even with thin fingers, there's a stretch, a strain. When his fingers are fully seated, Ben has him scissor them, pressing soft kisses to the crown of his head, his temple, the skin behind his ear.

"Tell me how it feels," Ben says.

"Not enough," Armitage groans. "More, please, Love." The dildo rests on the sheets to their left, and Armitage looks to it. "Please."

"Another finger first, sweetheart." His eyes squeeze closed, and Armitage tries to focus, slides into himself even as he loses the rhythm for a second, his wrist stuttering. "Do you need to go faster? Tell me what you need."

"Ben- Love." He drawls the words, turning his face up blindly, mouth open. His unasked plea is answered as their lips meet, kiss chaste despite the depravity of the situation. When Ben pulls away, Armitage whines, an aching in his chest.

"I want you to fuck yourself now, honey. However you want, you've been so patient, exactly how I pictured." Both his arms are wrapped around Armitage now, pressing them close enough the buttons of Ben's shirt dig into his skin. Armitage doesn't grab the lube, can't think beyond lining the dildo up with his entrance and sliding it in slowly, inch by inch until the base is flush against his rim. He can't bear to pull it fully out, can't suffer through the feeling of emptiness, so Armitage fucks himself with shallow thrusts, his shoulder straining to angle just right.

His prostate is just out of reach, and Armitage sobs, hides in Ben's neck again as he sits just on the edge. It's so much, and still it's not enough.

"Love," he gasps, chest heaving and breath hitching. "Please."

"You need help, don't you, dear?" Ben asks, and one of his fingers pinches at Armitage's nipples. "Can't think enough to get yourself off, so you need my help." He does, god, Armitage doesn't even know what to do, can't collect his thoughts enough. "Sweetheart, you have two hands. Wrap the other one around yourself for me."

Armitage does, holds himself loosely. If he slows down the thrust of the dildo inside him, he can manage weak strokes, twist his wrist at the tip and runs his thumb over the slit. Armitage moans, settles for just squeezing his cock to thrust deeper as his stomach coils tighter, as his toes flex, as his breathing grows shallow.

"Close," he mutters. "Please, Love, I'm so close."

 Ben's teeth close around the shell of his ear, worry the cartilage and nip at the skin.

"What are you waiting for?" he asks. "You've been so good, honey. Let yourself come." His movements stutter as he pulls out and pushes back in, and Armitage lets go of the dildo, leaves it seated inside him and thrusts up into his own hand. "Are you picturing me inside you, sweetheart? We'll need to get you something bigger next time, let you really imagine how I'd split you open."

Mouth gaping, pushing back into the body behind him, Armitage comes. He spills over himself, over his hand, come warm on his fingers and sticking to his skin, and even with closed eyes, he can imagine Ben's gaze, eyes hooded and focused. Armitage pumps himself through his orgasm, smears his cock with come and hisses through the overstimulation, chasing the feeling despite the pain.

"Gorgeous," Ben whispers in his ear, pulling his hand away. "Look at you, how ruined you are. I'll be right back, dear, I need to get something to clean you up."

Ben climbs out of bed then, settles Armitage back onto the pillows as his breathes even out and he floats on the aftershocks of sensation. The tap in the bathroom, feet on the wooden floor, and then a warm, wet towel is wiped gently over him, careful against the sensitive skin of his cock.

"Sit up, sweetheart," Ben says, guiding him up with a hand at the small of his back. His eyes flutter open, and Ben hands him a glass of water. Armitage takes it in weak hands, glad that Ben doesn't let it go, but instead brings it up to his lips. "You did so well, Armitage. God, I hope you liked that."

Armitage chuckles, pulls the glass away from his lips.

"Understatement," he mutters. "Loved it, Ben, just-" The water is set on the bedside table, and Ben opens his arms. Armitage climbs in, settles across Ben's legs and rests his head on Ben's shoulder. "You said you were thinking about it?"

"You always-" Ben pauses. "During the-" He winces. "During, you seemed so happy, just listen to instructions. I wanted to try and give that to you, somehow. Googled a few things, came up with this."

"You should Google things more," Armitage says. He's in Ben's arms, but he's also back on that set, surrounded by bodies and meeting Ben's eyes through them, watching himself be watched. "Just you, though, right? Only want you."

Ben presses a kiss into his hair, pulling him closer.

"Just me, and just you."

I can't find the like line break thing so this is just a line break

Also the during ben's talking abt is a gang bang hux films for work before he retires, this scene makes a little more sense at the beginning and end in context of the fic but mainly it's just porn and @moondyad was my one yes vote to join in the porn fest that I needed bc i literally only ever need one other person to encourage me

[gamebird]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Favorite five fics I have written:

Shattered Salvation - over a million words. NBC Heroes. A love poem of Petlar and Petrellicest. Polyamory. Saving the world. Saving each other. Heroes and villains and enough time for side characters to have a moment, but the through-line was always Peter and Sylar. This was originally posted on FFN in sections, and then I accidentally deleted it from AO3 after it had been there for a few years. So there used to be more kudos and comments on it, lost to my mistake.

Grey Order - Only 573k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, TROS doesn't exist. I especially like the Poe/Hux stuff and their balance of asexual with allosexual. This story grew organically on its own, starting off as a series of Force visions between Rey and Kylo set after TLJ. But it went other places and I love the places it went, eventually finding a path to lasting peace for the galaxy, and for the troubled souls in it.

Unification - 167k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, TROS doesn't exist here either. This is my most self-indulgent fic. It was the one where I said, 'You know what? Fuck all the rules of writing I've been adhering to. I'm going to switch POVs every chapter. I'm going to indulge in plot-unnecessary world-building. I'm going to have three separate romances. I'm going to create a dozen original characters and have them all be interesting!' So I did. I had a great time writing it and a lot of people enjoyed reading it.

Services Rendered - 15k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. TROS doesn't exist. This is explicit Kylux with a heavy dose of Knights of Ren and a whole lot of gang-bang orgy action with a sweet, non-monogamous ending. It is my highest bookmarked fic and second highest by hits. It's not my best work as a writer, IMO, but I find it hilarious that out of all the stuff I've written, this is the one that has the most accolades.

Dirty Talk - 634 words. My sole Star Trek fic. What I like about it mostly is how I wrote it. I was chatting with a friend on LJ, got inspired, and banged it out over a couple minutes as a gift to my conversational partner. Who was amazed that I'd just written that. Right then. Between one post and the next. I found the response deeply flattering, so whenever I look at that story I remember that.

I know there's nothing on here about the Murderbot Diaries or The Old Guard. I've had cancer and health issues coinciding with my involvement in those fandoms, and it's only been recently that I think my writing has recovered. My favorites of Murderbot are the Skulk series and Gurathin's Side of the Story.

Other writers I'd like to tag: @morby , @rosewind2007 , @gauzyfruitcake , @darkswanone , @blessphemy .

[mini-sae]

Kylo Ren alphabet

A ( aftercare ) : Kylo is not much into rough sex. But sometimes, at your demand, he's so brutal that you end up sobbing in pleasure. Then he stops everything. Even though he didnt cum, he takes care of you.

B ( body part ) : Your face. He's watching it and caressing it everytime he can. Even when you're on your knees, he prefers caressing your face with his cock than fucking your mouth.

C ( cum ) : Well when it's not on your face, he likes to cum deep inside you. And when it leaks out, he tries to contain it with his fingers.

D ( dirty secret ) : He uses the force on you, to your knowledge. But he used the force before you were together. Reading your desires and your darkest fantasies.

E ( experience ) : Not much, really. He had a few encounters but nothing serious. And then, his mind was only focused on the first order. Now it's only focused on you.

F ( favorite position ) : On top of you, definitely. He can kiss you lovingly all over your face and see your every reaction. He's also in total control in this position.

G ( goofy ) : Kylo is not a goofy person, but he's amused by your eagerness. He likes playing with you very much.

H ( hair ) : Not so much hair. A little on his private area.

I ( intimacy ) : When you started dating him, you were sure he would be rough and demanding in bed. But actually, he's mostly vulnerable and thoughtful. It's complicated at first, but the more he trusts you, the more he let you see him. Really see him. He smiles at you like he never smiled before. He tells you that he's lucky that you love him back.

J ( jack off ) : Like any man, Kylo needs to blow off the steam. Now he has you, but he used to touch himself every night.

K ( kink ) : He loves your blowjobs, you're amazing at it, but he loves even more that you let him total control. He then grabs your hair and fucks your mouth the way he wants.

L ( location ) : If you initiate it, Kylo is willing to take you anytime and anywhere you want. But he's the most comfortable in your bedroom. He just thrives in that place that belongs to just the two of you.

M ( motivation ) : It can be anything, really. He can be transfixed on your lips when you smile. On your ass when you walk in front of him. On your breast when you're facing him. Everything about you triggers him.

N ( no ) : Sharing is caring. Well not for Kylo. If one of his men looks at you in the wrong way, you can be sure that their lifeless body will be found very quick. And even if he wants honesty from you, try to avoid talking abour your precedents relationships.

O ( oral ) : He's a giver, for sure. But he just can't resist to feel your lips wrapped around his cock. He loves it when you're worshipping him. And he loves to see you stay still while he's using your mouth for his pleasure.

P ( pace ) : Even though Kylo can be very controlling in bed, he mostly loves to worship you as you worship him. He takes all the time he needs to discover every inch of your body. His need for tenderness is never as strong than when he's inside of you.

Q ( quickie ) : You have to make the first step, but if you ask nicely, he will give you a hard and fast pounding to please you.

R ( risk ) : No risk. Kylo would never risk of being caught fucking you in an inappropriate place at an inappropriate time. And he holds you in a too high esteem to risk anyone seeing you in an awkward position. Literally.

S ( stamina ) : Kylo has years of training behind him. He's one of the greatest fighter in the universe, wich means that he can fight for a very long time without getting tired. Fucking you ask no physical effort of him. If he was not caring about your wellbeing, he'd fuck you every nights, all night long.

T ( toys ) : He sometimes agree for the experience of it and because it makes you happy. But he's not really into it. He's not fan of the idea that it's not only him who can give you pleasure.

U ( unfair ) : When his insecurities takes the best of him, he needs to see you craving for his touch. Hearing you begging makes his heart swell.

V ( volume ) : Kylo does not scream or shout. He doesn't even raise his voice. His dark and low voice is so compelling that it's enough for you to comply. His low groans when he cums are such a turn on for you.

W ( wild card ) : He considers you as his equal. The love of his life. But when you call him master, he's like a wild beast who's only purpose is to ravish you.

X ( x ray ) : Ethereal. He's so tall and his chest is like something you never seen. When he's caging you, towering you, you feel like you will disappear in him. You're so tiny next to him that it's a wonder that he didn't break you in half yet.

Y ( yearning ) : There's no limits to his yearning for you. Either he's with you or not, he has that primal needs to feel you against him. To have you in his arms. Wich is where you belong.

Z ( zzzz ) : You rarely fall asleep before he does. Watching you being content and safe in his arms while your breathing is slowing down melts his heart.

[scavengerssuccotash]

Besides clintasha do you have any other ships marvel and none marvel

No other ship besides Clintasha has quite enraptured me in the way they have which I wholeheartedly attribute to the amazing chemistry between Scarlett and Jeremy. As soon as Clint uttered Tasha I was hooked. And I’ve been stuck there ever since.

I’ve tried to flirt around with other ships in other fandoms namely Reylo

(Kylo Ren and Rey from the sequel trilogy but JJ Abram’s killed my mom and ran over my dog with The Rise of Skywalker and I haven’t been able to find the same level of enjoyment out of the franchise since, obligatory fuck you to JJ!)

and oddly enough Sherlolly

(Sherlock and Molly Hooper, another obligatory fuck you to Moffat, the lazy writing for the last season felt like the equivalent of getting shoved in a locker and called a nerd so my love for Sherllolly is now strictly regulated to A03).

But alas they haven’t had the same staying power as my beloved duo.

There’s something so enthralling about their relationship that I don’t think I will ever be able to accurately portray on page, but that hasn’t stopped me from writing 170,000 and counting in an effort to do so!

I find some other pairing particularly thought provoking even though I hardly read about them nor do I look for such content. I can understand the appeal but it just doesn’t get me excited as Clintasha does.

These pairings include: Stucky (very interesting dynamic and I totally get the appeal, I would’ve preferred that over canon Peggy/Rogers (I just find her character annoying and uninspired imo, tired almost. Let Steve move on, ya know?),

RomanRogers (I get it, she’s Russian, he’s a stand in for America. It’s the Cold War but make them fuck, but I just don’t personally find Chris Evans that attractive. I prefer men who are not conventionally attractive. He’s almost too pretty. For me personally)

and Kate Bishop and Yelena (I don’t know the ship name for this one so if anyone knows that would be cool. I think it has the potential to get me invested but I doubt Marvel will give it the needed depth for it to capture my attention in the same way as Clintasha. If perhaps it can be twisted in a way that it doesn’t quite mirror Clintasha then I could be on board but I doubt Marvel will go that route.

Oh and Yelena and Bucky (weird I know but it lets me have my cake ((Clintasha)) and eat it too ((a Winterwidow equivalent)). If I were to ever indulge in this particular ship Yelena would have to be significantly different and diverge from her MCU counterpart.))

So TLDR other ships that I find interesting enough to read/engage with: Reylo and Sherlolly

Ships that I find intellectually stimulating but otherwise would not specifically seek out but am okay if a minor pairing or otherwise mentioned: RomanRogers, Stucky, Yelena and Kay and Yelena and Bucky.

Again would like to reiterate for the class that these are all my personal opinions and are meant to be subjective. My personal thoughts and opinions are not an attack on you personally because to be frank: “I don’t even know you kid!”

Thanks for asking!

[fortunatelychaoticphantom]

Highlighted Posts - Fandom Topics

For some explanation, see serious topics post.

Avatar the Last Airbender / Legend of Korra:

Aang, forgiveness and violence in The Southern Raiders (meta).

Aang’s (lack of a) character arc (meta) + same response, posted independently from the original chain post with a bit of revisions (meta).

Avatar, violence and last second anti-killing rhetoric (meta).

The actual advice the past Avatars gave Aang (meta).

Aang vs. Ozai final battle and Star Wars influences (meta).

The Great Divide is good actually (meta).

Aang being rewarded by the universe? (meta).

Third season Scorched Earth plan out of left field (meta).

Bloodbending and Energybending (meta).

Katara didn't have a “plot armor” in the final battle with Azula, she's the epitome of a warrior (meta).

Katara and non-lethal battle winning (meta/joke).

Katara didn’t beat Pakku (meta).

Katara didn’t choose Aang “over” Zuko (meta).

Anastasia!Zutara AU (headcanon).

Mai and Zuko, what should have been (meta).

Mai happily joined Azula to hunt Zuko (meta).

Kanna and Pakku... why??? (meta/joke).

Gender equality in the Fire Nation and WW2 equivalents (meta).

Legend of Korra, the status quo and the institution of the Avatar (meta).

Making Korra’s dad chief is just… awful (meta).

Harry Potter:

The Malfoys didn’t have a redemption in canon (meta).

Michael Gambon is great, you guys are just mean (meta).

Snape, Dumbledore and the Defence against the Dark Arts (meta/joke).

No thanks, I don’t need a young Snape movie (joke).

What Harry’s reaction to his name being pulled from the Goblet should have been (joke).

The Tri-Wizard tournament has no rules (meta).

Star Wars:

Star wars and Pirates of the Caribbean are the same story (meta).

Kylo Ren and redemption in the Star Wars universe and Hollywood [tlj post] (meta).

DC:

so... does Superman have an appendix? (joke).

Why Selina Kyle never goes to Arkham (joke).

The Scorpion King/Wonder Woman comparison (joke).

Marvel:

Infinity War and the horror of the snap (meta).

Who’s the avengers’ designer? (joke).

Black Panther and The Lion King similarities regarding women (meta).

Shipping in the MCU (joke).

Antman and family (joke).

Pirates of the Caribbeans:

Elizabeth and Will’s relationship is the heart of the movies (meta).

The best things about PotC (meta).

Disney:

I sort of wrote a one-shot about the bimbettes from Beauty and the Beast (fanfiction).

Belle in the Hunchback of Notre Dame (meta).

Del Toro, monstrosity and Beauty and the Beast (meta).

Inner Workings is amazing (meta).

Frozen’s Anna and Hans (joke).

Quasimodo is awesome (meta).

Around the world with Captain Phoebus (joke).

Pocahontas’ ending is subversive as fuck (joke/meta).

Hercules didn’t know who Hades was (joke).

Other:

Bullshit “feminist” retelling and Mad Max Fury Road (joke/meta).

“Feminist” retellings explanation (analysis).

She-Ra and the inherently good protagonist (meta).

I hate the ending of She-Ra (meta).

Once upon a Time, Regina and redemption (two diverging threads of the same post) (meta): First and Second.

Ross Geller isn’t that bad, you guys are just mean. Or: The unbelievable cruelty of what Carol did to Ross (meta).

Bella Swan and Hermione Granger comparisons are bullshit (meta).

Twilight and depression (meta).

New Moon reread comments (meta).

Eclipse reread comments (meta).

Breaking Dawn reread comments (meta).

The Good Place is the greatest show in history. But also I have thoughts (meta).

The single most beautiful Geralt and Jeskier art ever made [The Witcher] (fanart).

Dimitri wanted to find the real Anastasia all along in hopes that she survived the revolution [Anastasia 1997] (meta).

Godzilla, Pacific Rim and Hollywood: between grim-dark and camp (meta).

Wednesday Addams and the usurpation of the summer camp for rich white kids (meta).

Debbie Jellinsky is the best [The Addams Family Values] (joke).

Achilles and Patroclus sitting in an urn. K.I.S.S.I.N.G. (joke).

Of course the Jewish women are the witches in Oz the Great and Powerful… (joke/meta).

Bird Box and mental illness (meta).

My problems with Carmen San Diego (meta).

Ice Princess and teenage movie tropes. Or: They're lesbians Harold (meta/joke).

Lord of the Rings life goals (joke).

The School of Good and Evil and that little bit of antisemitism… (joke).

Game of Thrones / House of the Dragon genetics are weird (joke).

Why wouldn’t I keep talking about old fandoms? (joke/analysis).

I hate Barbie. Sorry. (meta).

[bananakarenina]

17 and Fleggie??

every time we lie awake

flynn taylor has never had a normal-person sleep schedule, and her schedule as a dj doesn't really help matters. weddings, parties, clubs; she's all work and no play and sleeps in the middle of the day because that's the grind, baby.

so she's always up late, and there's this guy--well, she assumes it's a guy; his tumblr username is nerfherderhero and she's pretty sure she's seen some posts referencing his pronouns--who seems to have the same late-night schedule she does; he's always reblogging funny dog videos on her dash at just the right time and adding amazing tags to star wars posts (she still hasn't stopped laughing about him calling kylo ren "evil emo mayonnaise")

they have this funny little tumblr mutual relationship--the thing is, they have so much in common; he's always posting cool music for her to explore (she adds a LOT to her playlists, it's awesome) and he reblogs every artistic photo of food she uploads. (she has a whole series of ironic portraits of the stuff she orders from in-n-out; it's pretty hilarious if she does say so herself.)

they chat through tags. nerfherder is so off-the-wall funny; he says the most random things and flynn fucking loves it. he also has excellent taste in music.

julie starts giving her A Look whenever flynn mentions "my tumblr friend".

whatever! flynn is allowed to have friends she doesn't like. Know Personally. that's what the internet is for!

except there comes a two-week stretch where nerfherderhero kind of goes quiet. flynn even checks to make sure he didn't change his username but that's not it--he's just. not posting at the moment. no queue, no reblogs. her artistically-arranged chili dog photo goes un-noticed.

it's fine. flynn is Fine About It. he's probably just busy!

it's just rough because julie is also away, on tour with her new band--she met this group of dudes at college and has been spending all of her time writing songs with the guitarist (writing songs. suuuure, says flynn, and julie sticks her tongue out on their facetime call.)

flynn taylor has never been a coward, though (well, much of a coward) so she takes that terrifying internet friend plunge and pulls up a direct message.

hey--this is awkward but uh. hi! i just i just noticed that you're not around as much anymore which is totally your right obviously good for you for digitally detoxing lol i just--i miss you

she doesn't add the exclamation point even though it would make her seem more unaffected.

because the thing is: she's affected.

carrie laughs at her when she brings it up at brunch. it's not actually a mean laugh, despite it being carrie.

"only you would manage to crush on someone you don't even talk to," she says, sipping her passionfruit mimosa.

"better than when i had a crush on you," flynn retorts, but carrie just laughs again.

it all comes to a head when she facetimes julie late one night after a dj gig. she's wired, and there are no posts from Han Solo (which is unfortunately what flynn is now calling him in her head), and she just wants to mope with her best friend.

"oh, god, not you too," julie says. "reggie's all whiny because he broke his phone and we're in the middle of nowhere right now, so there aren't many places to go to fix it or get a new one. he's miserable. he keeps asking to borrow our phones to log into tumblr, of all things. something about his friend rapunzel."

"what."

flynn's username is remixingrapunzel bc she's flynn and she's a dj and also her braids are really long.

"yeah, he's like totally obsessed with her. them? i'm...not actually sure."

"her."

and julie's forehead wrinkles on her phone screen.

"how do you know?"

"um."

and the whole thing comes spilling out. han solo, funny captions on her in-n-out fries, the humiliating "i miss you" message that was never returned.

julie's eyes just keep getting wider.

"hang on," she says, and turns to yell over her shoulder. "reggie!"

there's a scuffle and julie hissing "come ON" and a long sigh, and then, sitting with julie, is the cutest boy flynn has ever seen in her actual life. he's got dark hair and nice freckles and right now he seems kind of sad, but oh my god, he's so so cute.

she can't help herself.

"nerfherder?" she says, tentatively.

his eyes lighten and it almost makes up for the last two weeks of misery.

"rapunzel," he breathes, and flynn has a feeling there are even more late nights in her future.

she's more than fine with that.

[dragonflies-draw-flame]

10 fandoms/10 characters

Many thanks to @tomatette, @jaynesilver, and @fallingdeeperintothispit for tagging me 😁.

Star Wars (Sequels): Armitage Hux. I really do love Kylo too—Ren is such an interesting, dramatic character, and he's absolutely perfect for Hux, seriously. But Hux with his emotional unavailability, hard, overly-composed exterior, his passion/drive to the point of his own detriment, traumatic past...he's everything I could want in a character, because I am also all of these hard-to-love things (though thankfully minus the space fascism).

Star Wars (Prequels): Anakin Skywalker. Look, I know he's a bit whiny sometimes but damn if I don't love a murderous pretty boy on a fool's errand for the person he loves. Mystical space powers and dramatic sweeping outfits are just an added bonus.

Beauty and the Beast: the Beast. For the handful of people following my BatB Kylux fic, this is TOTALLY shocking, I know (and also you guys are amazing ❤️). I do love Belle—she's a book-loving introvert, so that's a given. But the Beast (notice I didn't say Prince Adam)...yeah, I did NOT know how to deal with my attraction to him when I was younger. Mercurial, cursed, awkwardly endearing, dark-haired, passionate, and desirously fluffy?! Wears dramatic capes, has an enchanted rose determining his future, and has the library of my dreams that he is willing to share?? What the fuck more could I want?!

LOTR trilogy: Aragorn. Do I really need to explain that to anyone?? (Also: sorry, Legolas...you were a VERY close second).

Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: Jemma Simmons. Brilliant, adorable style, much more resilient than she looks. Her quote that goes "Past events...have shown me that I’m not good at improvisation. However, I excel at preparation" is not that great out of context here, unfortunately, but regardless, it was so validating to me. Me too, Jemma!!

Once Upon a Time: Killian Jones (Captain Hook). My husband loves this show, so we have watched it so many times. Hook is a seductive, charming bad boy who eventually really does try his best. And his pirate get-up? UGH, have mercy. (Also, wow, apparently I really, really have a thing for pretty, dark-haired, dangerous men who wear mostly black INCLUDING at least one garment that falls to at least knee length. Huh. That's...rather specific.)

Harry Potter: Hermione Granger. I related hard to a bookish girl who had a hard time making friends when I read these in grade school.

Howl's Moving Castle: Howl. I did not know how to process the extent to which I was attracted to him either, especially because he's not even human some of the time (which I liked, a lot). It was a revelation to find the world of online fanfic where I was very much not alone in those kind of thoughts!

Mean Girls: Janis Ian. Yeah, I know Janis does some shitty things in this movie, but she is unapologetic about who she is. I totally admired her boldness in high school, especially since I too dealt with the horror of rumors being spread about my sexuality (except the ones about me were true ahaha). And I always leaned much more Victorian goth than punk, but I nonetheless appreciated her style as well.

t.A.T.u.: Lena. I would be remiss to leave off this duo, even if they were a musical group, which is not one of my usual fandom sources. BUT they were the first pairing I actually read fanfic about online, way back when, and wrote a ton for them too (unpublished). For a 12-year-old who was struggling massively with...well, everything, but especially feeling incredibly alone and terrified of my sexuality, their music video/song "All the Things She Said" blew my mind. Unfortunately I never got my own chance to make out/run away with a pretty redhead in the rain, but still.

Tagging: I think I've seen this done by most people I follow already? But if you haven't done this and are reading it, please consider yourself tagged and do so, if you wish! I love these get-to-know-you things and would genuinely love to hear about you :).

[srorgana1]

Picture Perfect

Rock Star Kylo Ren/Reader

Warnings: Expecit Sexual Content, Marriage, HEA 🥰

Epilogue to Into The Reverb, requested by the lovely @ladyzimmerman

“Hold on Kylo” Patrice says, powdering his forehead and cheeks lightly “there ya go.” You look between them confused. What is happening? Kylo seems to sense it, side eyeing you. “Don’t worry baby girl it’s a surprise” he says as Patrice fixes his collar, exposing more of his tattoos. 

Your lip quivers as you bite it. You have no real reason to be anxious but yet, yay anxiety. You try to stave off the incoming invasion of irrational thoughts. Should you be doing this? Is it too soon? Yes, the single is a hit on YouTube but is it really enough to warrant having an interview and photoshoot with Revolver Magazine? You didn’t honestly think so but the studio felt otherwise. 

“Hey Y/N” a feminine voice says, rudely but thankfully interrupting your impending spiral. You look up to see your stylist for today looking at you, a perfectly manicured eyebrow raised and blush brush in her hand. Your cheeks heat up instantly. “Sorry Patrice, what did you say?” you say, hoping she won’t judge you too much.

She chuckles, giving you a soft smile as she puts down her brush. “I said you are done and wanted your opinion on it but obviously you have other things on your mind.” “Is it that obvious?” you mumble as you look down at your newly manicured hands clutching your phone. The dark wine colored stiletto nails make your hands look like they don't belong to you.

“Babe, it's okay. This is a celebration of you and your achievements. No one is here to bring you down” she says softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You know what I see? I see a hot badass bitch who stood up to the industry, gave it a big fuck you and then turned it on it’s head for the better, all the while snagging the hottest man in the scene.” You feel your blush deepen at her multiple compliments.

You know she is right. The lawsuit against First Order Records and the residual fallout did revolutionize the music industry. It exposed the over control the big corporate labels had over their artists and how they were unfairly compensated for their hard work. Many artists took the opportunity to jump ship and sign on with smaller studios where they had more freedom and control of their art. Fans were divided, but most of them loved that their favorite artists had a say now.

D'Kar had been growing by leaps and bounds, opening two new studios in Miami and New York. You had gone and helped Chewie get the Miami office off the ground, signing up and coming artists at every turn. You really enjoyed talking with them, learning about their unique viewpoints on music. It was fascinating.

The Knights of Ren continued to be successful as well, winning best new album at the Billboard Music Awards and Heavy Music Awards. You traveled with them to the UK for the awards show, smiling like a fool when they performed Never Giving Up live. The media presence was intense, requesting interviews but you declined stating you were there to support them. 

When you returned back home, Kylo quickly asked you to move in with him. He didn’t make it a huge deal, just saying there was no point in being apart. You accepted and offered Rae your place, knowing it was bigger than her current place and would be the perfect spot for her to raise Kayla. You and Kylo took your time and ultimately made his place a home, a perfect mix of the two of you. 

You continue to be KOR’s senior producer, assisting them in developing new ideas and music. Their newest album is due for release in March but their newest single, a collab with Horizons and AntiChri$t, a dark trap/Hip-Hop artist from Echo Station Records, was currently blowing up the charts. You loved watching Kylo work, always amazed at how he weaves himself into each note.

So when he caught you one evening toying with a song idea, he pushed you to try. You did after much coaxing and through the support of D’Kar and The Knights you released an acoustic song online. It was simple but full of meaning and emotion. Kylo and Vic of course didn’t take no for an answer and played the musical accompaniment on the video as well as the subsequent recording. 

You had never been so nervous in your life as you were that day, setting off a severe panic attack. Kylo held you tight, talking you through your breathing exercises. You begged him to call it all off, saying you weren’t ready but he refused. He showered you in loving kisses, telling you how worthy you were and how much you deserved this.

Kylo. Your heart warmed at the thought of him. Your amazing, goofy, sexy but sweet, talented man. You love him so much and you thank the stars every day for him. “Yeah you're right, I know I’m luckier than most” you say, giving her a small smile. She smiles back as she grabs her hairspray. 

“If it means anything my Arielle loves your song, she says it's really deep” she says as she spritzes and does her finishing touches. You never expect it to blow up the way it did. It felt good to know your song is touching multiple age groups. It was a perfect example of how music was truly something everyone can enjoy. 

“Well if you want I can say hi to her if you want” you offer. “Really?” she says with wide eyes “no no that’s too much. I think just a picture with you will be enough. Are you okay with that?” You smile and look at her through the mirror knowing you two are becoming fast friends. “I think I can swing that”. 

A knock on the door pulls both your attention. “Are you decent?” a prim English accent says through the door. You laugh and shake your head. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before” you say as he enters. “Yes, that's what I’m afraid of,” he says, sounding uncomfortable.

You giggle softly at the memory of him catching you and Kylo in your hotel room last month. He had squawked about it being lewd and indecent while Cassian laughed his ass off calling him a hypocritical prude. He must be thinking of the same memory because his cheeks reddened as he huffs out a breath and rolls his eyes. 

“Don’t” he says, the side of his mouth twitched upward. You give him a smug smile, saluting him through the mirror. “You did great Patrice as always” he says, walking up to the two of you and handing her a stack of bills. “Pleasure as always Huxy” she says as she packs up her bags. You stand, tucking in the front of your shirt as you join them. 

Patrice must have told Hux about the photo, motioning to the both of you as he raised up her phone. You wrap your hand around her waist and smile, taking a couple photos with her. “Beautiful” he says as he hands her phone back. She smiles warmly and gives you both another quick side hug before slipping out the door. 

“How are you feeling Y/N?” he says as the door clicks shut. “I’m okay, just nervous I guess” you respond, your fingers beginning to fidget. “Don’t be, this is the easy part. You killed the interview, now you just have to stand there and look pretty” he says as he phone buzzes. Easy for him to say, you think as his eyes darken and eyebrows furrow at whatever he reads on the phone. 

“Sorry love but I got to go, the assistant will be here in a bit to escort you. You look beautiful and you will kill it” he says quickly as he turns, leaving you alone. You take a breath, trying to keep your anxiety at bay. You wonder what could be so important that would make Hux react like that. 

“Fuck I thought he’d never leave” a dark smooth voice from the side, surprising you. You yelp, your heart almost leaping out of your chest. You turn to see Kylo’s head peeking out from the dressing racks, a huge shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Kylo! What the fuck!” you exclaim as you hold a hand to your chest, willing your galloping heart rate to a normal level.  

“Sorry baby girl, it was just too perfect” he says, laughing as he ducks his head under the bar, exposing himself at last. You take him in, his fresh white button down and distressed black jeans definitely was not what he was wearing when he dropped you off, but damn did he look good. The soft white cotton fit his broad chest well, the first couple buttons left open to expose his tattoos. You eyes reach his face to notice the hunger in his rapidly dilating eyes. “Hmm” he growls “you look stunning” he says as he takes a step forward, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. 

The smell of his Tom Ford cologne hits your nose, making you want to melt into him. Damn him. You huff as you school your features, smack him in the chest. “Ow what’s that for?” he says dramatically, suddenly starting to tickle you. You squeal, pushing yourself closer to him to avoid his fingers. “Stop! Stop! Ok Ok!” you giggle “you just scared me is all.” He smiles, his fingers grabbing at your curves as he places a big kiss on the top of your head. 

“God I love you” he says, squeezing you lightly as he takes your hand in his. You look up at him and his amber eyes say it all. The amount of love this man has for you still scares you at times. You truly cherish how much he trusts you with his heart. You sigh happily, knowing you will never be alone again. 

You look down at the arm wrapped around you, the skin on his wrist still pink and healing. “You know you can cover it up if you want to” you say as your fingers trace one of his newest tattoos. “Why would I do that, beautiful? I got it in honor of the happiest day of my life. If someone doesn’t like well fuck them” he says, kissing your entwined hands. You nod in agreement. It was the happiest day of your life as well.

He holds you close, his cologne and his warm breath on the back of your neck soothing you. You feel him kiss there softly, his facial hair a hard contrast to his plush lips. Your body instantly reacts to his attention, a shot of desire making you shiver. The growl he lets out vibrates through you, further stoking the flames. He grinds his hips against your ass, his cock hardening quickly within its confines. 

“Really Kylo? We don’t have time for this” you say, trying to distance yourself from him. Clearly he knows you are literally going to have photographs taken the whole world will see right? His grip tightens, his teeth lightly scraping against your neck. “I need a fix baby” he whispers against your ear, his tip of his tongue tracing the shell.

“We can’t. The assistant..” you gasp, your breath catching as his hand skims over your breasts. “We have ten minutes, I paid him off and I owe Vic a back massage for getting Hux out of here” he says as he spins you around and places you atop the vanity. Your hands slide down his neck as his lips slam into yours, his kisses needy but aggressive. It further ignites your need for him. 

His wicked lips torture you, his tongue coaxing moans from you as he shifts your hips up, his fingers working the buttons on your pants. “You have to be quiet for me, baby girl” he says, his fingertips now tracing the top of your underwear. He smiles wickedly as you nod quickly, already desperate for his touch.

He starts kissing your neck, his fingers descending slowly, teasing you further. You gasp as his thick fingers finally reach your pussy. “Fuck me, you’re soaked Y/N” he hisses, his fingers exploring further and pulling your now useless underwear aside. Your grip tightens around his thick muscles as he inserts one finger, pumping slowly. 

Damn his fingers. They are always so perfect. He knew from the beginning how to play you to make you delirious for him. You fight to keep your eyes open as the core tightens. “Fuck I love you like this” he growls, slamming two finger inside. He crooks them to hit your g-spot and rubs the heel of his hand against your clit. “Fuck” you whine, your hips shifting more forward. 

“Shh, lemme do the work baby. Gotta keep you photoshoot ready. God damn it, this is so fucking hot” he grits out, biting the junction of your neck lightly as resumes his thrusting. You bite your lip to stop your sounds of pleasure. “I feel it baby girl, I feel you winding up. Please baby I need it” he says his voice getting lower and huskier. 

Your body responds immediately, your back arching as your orgasm crashes over you. He swallows your moans with his own as you cum all over his fingers. “I love you, I love you” you chant breathlessly, placing your forehead on his as you catch your breath. “I love you more” he responds softly “I’m so fucking lucky.”

“We both are” you say as you take a deep breath, your body clinching as he removes his fingers. “Very true and it’s not just because I get to worship you whenever I want” he says as he licks your arousal off his fingers, his eyes closing in bliss. You fight off another shiver upon watching him. Damn him for being so fucking sexy.

A knock on the door breaks your lust filled bubble. “Kylo?” a shaky voice says “You good?” You look at him as he steps back, offering you his other hand. “One minute” he calls out as you take it, hopping off the vanity and putting yourself back together. You fix a couple flyaways and your mascara, smirking as you see him adjusting himself in the mirror. 

“I can take care of that after” you whisper as the door opens, revealing a skittish looking assistant. Kylo places a hand on your lower back, leading you out to the hallway. “I am looking forward to it” he responds, patting your ass lightly. The assistant looks at the two of you nervously. “Lead the way Michael, after the shoot I’ll sign your stuff” Kylo says, running a hand through his hair. 

The assistant nods, his face a little less nervous as he leads you both to a large room full of people and equipment. The photographer sits in a directors chair, barking out orders as assistants rush back and forth. Two of them pull you from Kylo and lead you forward to a source of the shouts. “Luke?” one of them says nervously. The orders stop instantly as a pair of blue eyes land on you. “Ms L/N? Pleasure to meet you” a short gray haired man says, offering his hand.

You shake his hand, hoping it’s not too sweaty. “I know you are new at this so here’s the synopsis. We will do pictures standing, on the coach and by the bike. Biggest thing to remember is not to stress, I’m here to lead you through” he says, one hand messing with the camera settings. 

“Thanks Luke” you say as you are led in front of the cameras, the assistants hovering as Luke begins barking out orders once again. You try your best to keep your face neutral, not letting the assistants’ stressed energy get to you. “Okay Y/N I think we are good to start” Luke says transferring to the stool next to his chair “take a deep breath for me okay”. 

You do so, shaking out your limbs and fixing your shirt once more before getting into position. Arms crossed with a relaxed posture with one hip leaning on the side of the couch. “Perfect” Luke says, camera clicking away. You spot movement behind him, your heart warming to see Kylo standing behind him, a soft look overtaking his features. You smile involuntarily, your nerves lessening when you hear him say “I love you”. 

You are led through a couple different positions, both standing and sitting on a black leather couch. They were very professional, with just a hint of sexy. Luke complimented you through it, finally calling for a water break and a background change. 

Two assistants rush you, pulling you aside as the couch is removed and replaced by a vintage Harley motorcycle. You smirk at the multiple memories of a very similar one. “Mine’s better that’s for sure” he says as he comes up next to you, immediately wrapping  an arm around you. You nudge your hip out to bump his as Patrice fixes your makeup. 

He kisses the top of your head, releasing you as Luke calls his name. You watch him wink as he turns and lumbers to the motorcycle, shouting something to Luke. No. No fucking way.

Patrice’s laugh pulls you from your shock at the dramatic turn of events. “What? He didn’t tell you? Figures” she says, trying to compose herself as she fluffs your hair and adjusts your shirt to more off the shoulder look, exposing your collarbone tattoo as you hear camera clicks behind you.

She smiles wide, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “He paid us all to keep this part a secret as a surprise for you. Yes, some are for the magazine, but most are for you two as your wedding photos.” Your eyes widen and begin to water as your jaw goes slack, finally putting it all together. 

“Now don’t start that! Don’t make me have to redo my work” she says sternly. You shake your head, laughing at the ridiculousness of all this and how much Kylo fucking loves you. It’s seriously unbelievable. “Hey, you got this, okay babe? Just enjoy the moment” she says, leading you up to your man. You take his awaiting hand, his eyes darkening once more as he takes you in. “Yes Kylo keep that fire” Luke yells “Y/N get closer to him, yes like that.”

You get as close to Kylo as you can, your back to his chest and his arm around your waist. He nuzzles your shoulder in a couple while in others you share soft kisses. “Thank you” you whisper to him when Luke calls for a lighting change. “No need to thank me baby girl. You make me the happiest man on the face of this earth. It’s time the world knows” he says as he kisses you again.

“Alright guys final position” Luke calls out “ okay arms around her Kylo, yep that’s right. Remember left hands exposed and facing out, good perfect” He encircles you, a strong protective shell from the world. You know when you’re here you're safe because your husband will do anything to protect you. 

As on cue, Kylo lays his head on your shoulder, his long black hair hiding his face. You feel him leaving kisses on your skin as you turn your head, nuzzling your nose into the side of his head. “Shift your arms down Kylo, yep perfect I can see her tattoo better now” Luke says as the camera rapidly clicks. “I love you Mrs. Y/N L/N-Ren” he whispers into your skin. 

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You can’t help the tears that well up as your fingers caress the raised tattooed roman numerals on his side of his wrist. “Okay perfect guys, now show off the finger tattoos.” Kylo shifts a little bit behind you, raising his head to kiss your check. You hand lays over his, your matching delicate ring finger tattoos and wedding bands facing the camera. “I love you too Mr. Ren” you respond knowing no matter what life gives, you have each other and nothing will never ever break it. 

I hope you all enjoyed their HEA, I know I did 🥰❤️ lemme know what you think on here or on A03 ❤️

[cosmic-ships]

Every time I see someone being nervous to pop off about their self ship or their f/o I feel like a note should flutter into through their window and be like

"Have ya met the user Kylos-Starlight? Kaden never shuts the fuck up and makes multiple posts in a row in the span of five seconds especially if they're super excited and has a huge HEART-on and all their lovely mutuals and friends don't bat an eyelash. Do the screaming! Be LOUD be UNAPOLOGETIC its NOT "annoying" because you're proclaiming your love and its from the heart! Its AMAZING to see! :D"

and then it like self destructs in their trash can lol