#outlaw!kylo

[magicbystarlight]

Star Crossed — Prologue

Hux x Reader, Ren x Reader

Summary: Years after leaving behind your life as a Jedi, an unexpected encounter forces you to confront the past you wanted to forget. Divider.

Warnings: 18+, canon-typical violence, sexually explicit scenes later, additional warnings as needed. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 1.1k

Lieutenant Atrox stalks through the halls, his face pulled taut with displeasure. It’s an expression you've grown familiar with in these last three months. You’re on his heels, nonetheless, with a datapad clutched tightly to your chest.

The Lieutenant and yourself had only arrived on board the Finalizer the night before from the Exheres System. He had spent the the time drunk while you spent it combing through three years worth of trade routes, ship manifests, store inventories, and planetary exports. It had been to quell the nagging feeling you’d gotten during a review of the last audit of an inconsequential clothing shop on an inconsequential planet, but it had paid off.

"Please, sir, if you would just listen I can—"

"I don’t have time for your theories. Ren will be here at any moment."

An unnecessary reminder. The headache that plagues you is evidence enough that the Sith had already boarded and subjected some poor soul to the Force. A day early of his expected arrival. Normally, you'd have found sanctuary far from any Force User. Twice before you'd been on the same vessel as Kylo Ren and twice before you'd shoved yourself into a dark corner far, far away. But this is important.

You hope.

"But I found it, sir. There's a bimonthly shipment of polyfibe that—“

“Polyfibe is the most common fabric in the galaxy.”

The hallway ends at two large doors. They open with a whoosh, revealing a room with a long table. It’s thankfully still empty. “It is, but it can’t be made on Sentrena which is where the shipments originate. Or any of the planets in that star system. They don’t have the proper resources or machinery.”

His steps came to a halt with a defeated sigh as the doors shut. “Could it be imported and shipped from there?”

“If they wanted the price quintupled.”

“Some people are stupid with their money.”

“Yes, but,” the datapad lit up as your fingers work deftly to bring up the list, “there’s no inventory of polyfibe or anything made of polyfibe in the shop.”

He takes the offered tablet, eyes roving over the list. His brows scrunch and he shoves it back into your hands. "When is the next shipment?”

“Today.”

“Send a squad to intercept.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.”

His fingers grip your upper arm, pulling you back harshly as you try to turn. “You better be right about this or you’ll find yourself shoveling shit somewhere for wasting my time.”

A nod in understanding is all you muster before he releases his grip. Scurrying away, the door barely opens in time for you to squeeze through. Or at least, you thought you had before you collided with a solid surface.

With a glance up, you meet the icy gaze of General Armitage Hux. A scowl adorns his face as it has in every hologram you've ever seen of him. “Watch where you’re going.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

You can hear the sneer in his voice as you continue past him. "I'll never understand why we use civilians for secretaries."

—

"Chromafiber?"

The hologram of Sergeant Eviena is shaky, but her voice comes through clear. "Yes. It appears they were making suits of it."

You nod, pacing the small, sterile office. “For camouflage. Stealth suits.” Chromafiber is expensive and difficult to work with in unskilled hands. "The best money could buy. Who are they for?"

"They wouldn’t say, but" she reaches into her pocket and produces what appears to be a clothing patch with a familiar, flame-like insignia, "we found a batch of these hidden away."

It’s the worst case scenario. You expected smuggling of some sort, perhaps avoiding taxes or bringing in some other outlawed substance. But they’ve been providing a lethal advantage to the Resistance, possibly for years. “Detain them. Send me every file you find. On the ship, in the shop, on any droid. Everything."

Despite you having no authority to give such commands, Evenia nods. “Yes ma’am.”

The hologram dissolves and you’re left alone once more. You don’t linger to soak in the victory, retracing your steps across the ship to where the meeting had been taking place. It’s been nearly two hours since you left and you've heard nothing on comms about them being finished. By the closed doors and the sweating lower officers waiting just beside them, it’s safe to assume the meeting continued. The pain in your head is dull. A good sign. Perhaps Atrox will be in a decent mood for once.

You wait, leaning against a wall further down a hallway that leads the opposite way of the docks. Two dozen reports have already chimed on your datapad. They’re easy enough to run through the programs you’d created to find key phrases, locations, names, patterns, etc. There’s nothing the programs recognize in them, but names pop out to you as you skim. They’re all common names. Too common.

Fake names designed to be overlooked. You’ll have to consider adding a program to make sure something like this isn’t missed again. You pull information aside as you continue to scroll, letting it drop in a new document for later review. No matter how well they hid their connections, there was always a trace left behind.

A commotion has you looking up. The doors open and the sounds of someone in hysterics floods the corridor. A man backs out of the room, pleading. Only one person inflicts that sort of fear. You don’t have time to flee.

Pain erupts in your skull. Blinding, burning white pushes from every corner. Something cracks. You try to resist, to push back against the Force, but it’s too much, too close, too late. A locked door that had held for more than a decade splinters and explodes beneath the pressure. The pain disapperates, but it’s no relief. Every part of the world around you turns bright and vibrant, connected and overwhelming. A sense suppressed for so long snapped back like a rubberband.

There’s a hand on your face. Green eyes boring into yours. "I love you." Brown Eyes. "Stay with me." Yellow eyes. Blinding red.

Gasping, ragged breaths drag air back into your deprived lungs. Cold seeps through the gloves. Your hands are on the floor. Shattered datapad between them. Black boots behind it.

He sinks to his knees. “You’re alive.” The robotic overlay can’t hide his surprise. Fingers on your chin make you stare into the abyss of a mask. Kylo Ren. But beneath the mask you feel him. A twisted, darker version, but still him. Alive.

Ben Solo is alive.

[teatearswriting]

Help me pick my next story!

🎨🖌️Brushstrokes - Reylo

In a remote corner of Washington, Rey decides to start afresh in a small town, seeking solace from her tumultuous past. Her neighbor, Leia Organa, a respected figure in the community, entrusts Rey with the task of delivering groceries and supplies to a secluded cabin on the outskirts of town. Little does Rey know that this seemingly simple errand will unravel a poignant story of redemption and love.

Upon arriving at the solitary cabin, Rey comes face to face with its enigmatic inhabitant—Kylo, a reclusive artist and Leia's son. Through their encounters, Rey discovers that Kylo is burdened by a tragic past that has left him a hermit, estranged from the world around him. As Rey continues to visit the secluded cabin, a bond forms between them, and she becomes determined to unravel the mysteries that shroud Kylo's life.

💻🚫Does Not Compute - Soulmate AU Reylo

In a world where soulmates are determined by a scientific algorithm, two individuals, Rey and Ben, who are deemed incompatible by the system accidentally meet and experience an undeniable connection. As they navigate the challenges of defying the system and following their hearts, they discover a love that transcends logic and algorithms.

🤠🐴Unnamed Old West AU - Reylo

In the rugged expanse of the old west, the tale unfolds with the enigmatic bounty hunter Rey, known for her adept skills and steely resolve, as she sets out to capture the notorious outlaw Kylo Ren. However, upon tracking him through treacherous terrain and dusty towns, Rey discovers that Kylo is not the ruthless criminal he's perceived to be. Instead, he's determined to leave his lawless life behind and start anew.

As their paths intertwine amidst the backdrop of saloons and sprawling landscapes, they form an unlikely alliance, navigating through the complexities of their own personal purposes. Rey, driven by her commitment to justice, starts questioning the true nature of Kylo's actions. Meanwhile, Kylo struggles to atone for his past and seeks redemption in a land where second chances are scarce.

👸📷Modern Roman Holiday AU - Reylo

In a modern reimagining of the classic "Roman Holiday," the story unfolds in a whirlwind of luxury and deceit. Kylo, a troubled and desperate gambler, finds himself entangled in a web of financial woes and dangerous vices. His path intersects with that of Rey, a spirited princess seeking a moment of respite from the suffocating expectations of her royal duties.

As Kylo's addiction to gambling drives him to desperate measures, he concocts a nefarious scheme to exploit Rey's innocence and vulnerability. Drawing her into a world of deception, he manipulates her into engaging in illicit activities, all the while intending to capture incriminating evidence to extort money from her royal family.

[winniethewife]

Jewels made of stardust 

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 12: Into a thousand seconds gone

Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter

warning: Angst, Abduction

Words: 707

As they make their way through the abandoned facility, Poe keeps his hand on his blaster. Looking around for anything out of place. The bad feeling that had come up the day before when talking to the contact kept getting stronger. He almost wanted to take Rhoswen by the arm and run out of there, but he knows this information is too important to leave now. Rhoswen was also on edge, she felt a presence that she couldn’t place and that put that on edge. She takes a quick look at Poe, she can see the nervous way his brows furrow. She takes his hand for a second, squeezing his hand gently, nodding in reassurance. She watches as his face relax. He could tell in the way she looks at him that all she wanted was to tell him everything would be alright. All he wanted was to believe her. But maybe it was too soon to make any such promises. As she rounded the corner Rhoswen froze at the sight that greeted them.

“Poe turn back it’s a tr-” Rhoswen turns to Poe about to push him back when she’s pulled back. Poe tired to grab her.

“Rhoswen! No!” Poe cries out as he follows, He feels the panic rise in his chest. Standing there his hands around Rhoswen’s arms, holding her back, was Kylo Ren. “Let her go!” He shouts, the rage in his voice is sharp. The fear in Rhoswen’s eyes is fueling his rage as much as the sight of his enemy.

“Really Sister? This is your choice in companionship? An outlaw Piolet with a cause. Just like father? Pathetic.”  Kylo growled wrenching up her arms to cause her pain. Rhoswen cried out. Poe tried to rush them, run to her, But his feet wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t hurt him! you have me, leave him!” Rhoswen pleaded with her brother, her emerald eyes filled with tears as she looked at Poe. Poe blinked his own tears away and he tried to move, tried to reach out to her, but he was slowed, frozen. He knew it was a fruitless effort, but that didn’t stop him from screaming after her as Kylo took her.  

When Poe made it back to the falcon he had immediately sent a comms message back to resistance, and now he was waiting fro a response, pacing the falcon. He wanted to just go save her, just rush out into space and- Before he could finish the thought the Comms lit up, in coming message. He rushed over and answered the call, before him was Leia, looking anxious.

“Leia, please I had no idea”

“None of us did Poe, that’s the point. It was a trap none of us where prepared for.” She was obviously trying her best to remain calm. But He knew her well enough to see she was frayed at the edges too.

“What are your orders?” He asked with a tense edge to his voice. She looked at him sympathetically.

“Return to Ajan Kloss, we’re putting together a rescue team.” She said as calmly as possible with the practiced tone of a leader, under stress but never faulting. Poe felt his heart drop. He wanted to protest, to say he could track her down right now. He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do it alone. As his shoulders deflated he heard Leia chuckle slightly.  “I know, you’re about ready to jump into the cockpit and go after her. But its not the time. You need back up. I want to get her back just as much as you do, but we need to plan this.” Leia says softly. Poe looked up at her tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I should’ve…” He starts in again on thinking of everything he could have done differently.

“Don’t, Poe. I know. If there was anything you could have done you would have.” Leia’s own eyes are starting to fill with tears. She knows how much He loves her daughter. She knows he will do everything to get her back. As they end the call Poe wipes his tears away on his sleeve. He’s going to get her back. Whatever it takes.

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Masterlist

Tag: @femmeanonymelives @silver-night-m

[stheresya]

recently i was watching an youtuber react to a right-wing conservative complain about evil being too normalized in hollywood nowadays. he was upset that villains always have sad backstories that, in his mind, were an attempt to justify their evilness. and one of the examples he cited was kylo ren from star wars. he thought the idea of rey (the heroine) and kylo (the villain) falling in love was absurd, because kylo was evil and thus did not deserve love nor sympathy from any of the good guys. isn't this familiar? only i'm used to hearing this from people who claim to be in the opposite side of the political spectrum.

this also reminded me of another time i witnessed another right-wing influencer call grrm "sick-minded" for including incest in his work. mind you that this person was a fan of asoiaf and did not have any issue with all the other violences in the series. only the incest was just too much. this made me think of antis who occupy horror/gothic fiction spaces who looove spooky aesthetics and gore but lose their minds if someone holds special interest in a problematic character or relationship or, heaven forbid, if someone eroticizes the grotesque.

i'm from a country where the death penalty is outlawed. my country also has one of the highest crime rates in the world. of course, this could be explained by the fact that we have a lot of social inequality as a result of centuries of colonization + some imperialism because we're America's backyard. but some politicians and influencers try to get it all that this is a morality problem, that some people are just born rotten, all to justify them enforcing harsher security policies (re: killing people), which obviously affects poor the most. they hate the idea of morally reprehensible characters being humanized in media because it puts to question their black and white worldview, a view that is only possible through the dehumanization of 'the other' (usually poor and bipoc). the idea that people resort to crime because they are led to by the harsh conditions they live in infuriates them because, in some way, it puts these people as victims of their circumstances, victims of a harmful system that they keep enforcing. and so they need pop culture to keep reinforcing the good vs evil mentality, because nothing is more threatening to the authoritarian worldview than nuance.

anyway, this made me come to the realization that we're too obliging with antis. we treat them like misguided teenagers who just need to live a little more and understand that fiction isn't reality, that fiction exists as a safe space to allow our imagination to venture in the wildest and darkest places. but this is a case of a harmful ideology infiltrating spaces that should be celebrating freedom of creativity. everyone knows (or should know) that believing the main role of art and fiction is to promote good morals is borderline fascist rhetoric. certain "progressives" are parroting that idea by turning it into rainbow puritanism. but it's still conservatism nonetheless. just because they don't use god's name to justify their stances doesn't make their goals any less conservative.

[enkisstories]

There were only seven people at the table, but aside from young Markus, everyone was sharing a backstory with everyone else and most of the time those little anecdotes were about strife and suffering.

A people person at his heart, Markus was tremendously enjoying the experience.

Markus: "...we'll just have a commenter talk over the worst parts when we broadcast the highlights of the party. We have some experience with that. Ah, that reminds of the time when we broke into a New Republic broadcasting tower to... Nah, you're probably not interested in hearing that. It's just more evil empire stuff."

Rey: "No, go on! I want to get to know the Captain of my guard."

Armitage: "...so that's where the postcard came from? And we thought Ben - back then he was still Kylo Ren, of course - was mocking us! We retaliated in quite a childish way by singing to him through his and Rey’s force bond. Ren was livid!"

Hank: "You enjoyed it."

Armitage: "Yes. I don't think I ever let go like this before."

Hank: “Not even when you poisoned Brendol? What a shame. One would think the first good deed in your life would at least have made you smile.”

Armitage: “Ah, I see. Chief of Police checks out.”

Hank: "You know, I have some nicely aged Rylothberry wine in my cellar. Maybe if this alliance holds, I'll send a crate to Coruscant."

Armitage: "Rylothberry... If that wasn't a declaration of war, I don't know what would be."

Rey: "Yeah. I’ll definitely make that the first new law I’m going to create. Rylothberry wine goes straight on the list of outlawed substances!"

Amilyn: "Good call!"

Markus: “Echo will gladly remove all contraband for you, Lady Palpatine.”

Rey: “Absolutely. Not. You touch that shit? You all get transfered to cleaning up the Death Star ruin on Endor.”

Voice on the phone: “You’re an outcast! By your insidious deeds you left normal society behind! You’re criminal through and through, you simply radiate that! Why don’t you become an underworld boss!!!”

Ben: “Hux...? No, he’s sitting at the table here with me. Then, who...?”

I laughed so hard when that happened: In the middle of this high profile political party Connor called Ben Solo and barraged him with insults. I mean, he has all the reason to, from their previous encounters, but seeing proper Connor of all people explode in this fashion... it was “28 stab wounds” all over again, lol.

[ao3feed--reylo]

Tear Down My Walls (come build my kingdom)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LXaYCf6

by AnonPenguin

Once an outlawed practice for its alleged abuse, a new law allows demihumans the opportunity to obtain Medical Scenting Cards after an exhaustive process with their doctor.

After months of failed options, Alpha Ben Solo finally obtains his own card to help arrange for "Scenting Sessions" with an Omega to help deal with his crippling social anxiety.

OR

Alpha Ben gets the equivalent of a medical marijuana card, except it's for Omega Rey to come and scent his bedsheets and home.

Words: 2996, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Ben Solo, Omega Rey (Star Wars), Social Anxiety, License to Scent, Explicit Sexual Content, Omegas/Alphas Scents Used As Therapy, Scenting, Knotting, Accidental Knotting, slick, They're very professional and they don't fuck until they do, Touch-Starved

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LXaYCf6

[texas-writes]

All long-form fics will be linked to Ao3

My entire catalogue of fics are linked under the cut, if there’s no link it means I haven’t cross-posted it yet. (I’m still working on it, I promise)

Many Paths- Leon decides to put off joining the military for one very specific reason

Shifter- An illusion is the truth aka: Leon’s worst nightmare

Special Girl- You finally get Leon right where you’ve always wanted him. Your bed

Strictly Business- A Princess marries Kylo Ren for the sake of her planet (long-form)

Lead Me Home- Two spies fall for each other without realizing they’re on the same side (long-form)

Cool Water- When the outlaw Levi Ackerman gets captured by a handsome Sheriff, he has until the end of their journey to prove he’s really not that bad of a guy (Cowboy au, Long-form)

Winter Break- Your hot step-brother Eren comes home from college, shenanigans ensue

Fraulein- Reiner recalls a summer he spent with a farmer’s daughter (1920s Texas au)

Mister Right- The wondrous algorithms of Tinder lead you to the man of your dreams (Long-form)

Phantom Blood

Gentle Giant- Johnathan Joestar gets down and dirty (respectfully)

Battle Tendency

Stardust Crusaders

Stay With Me- After realizing how close he came to losing you, Jotaro comes clean about his feelings (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 1/4

Remember Summer Days- You and Jotaro cross paths a few years later when your exchange program sends you to Japan (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 2/4)

Diamond is Unbreakable

Never Meant- Jotaro tells you he’s married, you can’t take it anymore (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 3/4) (wip)

Golden Wind

Science Fiction- Ghiaccio has a giant crush on the maid, good thing she’s a loser too

Science Fiction Double Feature- You and Ghiaccio decide to get serious

Antici…pation- Ghiaccio finds out the hard way where babies come from

Simple Solutions- Screaming babies are the worst

Run With Me?- Risotto has more secrets than Passione knows

Easter Sunday- Mista meets a pretty girl at Mass, and then almost fucking dies

Stone Ocean

Highlight of My Evening- Jotaro and his girlfriend smoke some pot and get horny

Lovefool- You knew hooking up with your best friend’s dad was wrong, but just once couldn’t hurt, right?

Right Enough for Me- It was always Joel, no matter what problem you had, he would take care of it.

Calander Girl- You meet Johnny when he accidentally walks onto your modeling set. What could happen?

Come on Princess- Hawks invites you to go out with him and his boyfriend, you end up being their third

Candlelight- In which Eli Sunday is more than happy to consummate his marriage

“Bible Study”- Father Sunday lies to protect your reputation, after all, how would that make him look?

Stars and Oblivion- after years of searching, you finally find her (a Mad Max fic)

[mixpunk]

Self Improving System

Collective Name: Roman

Age: 20

Collective Pronouns: he/him

About

This blog was originally supposed to be an NSFT sideblog, but I've moved away from that so while older posts will be NSFT that does not reflect my current content

If I interact with your post and you don't want me to because of any reason please just block me/ask me to delete and/or unfollow, I won't be upset because of your boundaries

I use this blog for aesthetic blogging, as a personal diary, and the occasional reblog. Any fandom I post will likely be either mortal kombat, star wars, or supernatural

This is basically my main now because attackpunk is on its way to being defunct, so follow me here

Oh and I'm a (mostly?) traumagenic system but I dissociate/blur a lot

Other Boundaries

This is a trans inclusive, sex positive, fat positive space. I will not tolerate any sort of harmful or bigoted rhetoric on this blog

Asks are open, submissions are closed, as are media asks

Headmates List Below Cut

Angelique 🛡️

Updated as of 1/30/24. Includes associated emotes. Alphabetical order

Arachne 🕸️

Armitage 💫

Athena 🍀

Aziraphale 🐦

B 🦇

Beau 🐶

Bi Han 🧊

Blue 🦋

Bruce ☕

Bunnymund 🐇

Castiel 🐝

Clark 🌻

Core 🧠

Creechur 👾

Crowley 📻

Dean 🚗

Diana 🏛️

Ed 🧩

Edward 💌

Eli 📿

Elias 🎧

Eros 🌸

Estel ⭐

Hannibal 🐱

Hermann 🧬

Hux 🪙

Jack ❄️

Jaime 🩻

Jake ⛓️

Jareth 🪞

Johnny 🎉

Kenshi ⚔️

Khaji 🪲

Kieran 🏹

Kodi 🦴

Kung Lao 🤠

Kylo 🧨

Lex 💍

Liu Kang 🐉

Lotus 🪷

Lucien 🦖

Marc 🫀

Maritus 🌊

Miguel 🩸

Newt 🦎

Oswald ☔

Pain 🍁

Panic 🔥

Peter 🧷

Raiden ⛈️

Ramon/a 🎢

Ro🌹

Ruse 🕯️

Space Outlaw 🪐

Sprinkles 🦄

Steven ❤️‍🩹

Talia 🫁

Talon ♟️

Tommy 🐴

Veronica 🔮

Wade 💥

[babbushka]

Biting Dust - Ch.2

Life ain’t too easy for a woman, ‘specially not a woman on the run like you. With a bounty on your head and gunpowder in your nose, you’ve grown adjusted to a life of solitude away from the hustle and bustle of civilization. That is, until you meet one particular man who’s got a face you’d only ever seen in your dreams – or on wanted posters. And when he offers you a proposition that sounds too good to be true, well. You don’t think your life will ever be the same again…

Outlaw!Kylo Ren x Reader

Tumblr Masterlist | Available on AO3

4.7k ; Content warnings: Mild angst (old west existentialism, mentions of hanging lol)

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The shock of the sight in front of you has you starin’ at this man with your mouth agape, with just one question running through your head – how? How is he still alive?

He’s clearly swingin’, or no, maybe he isn’t, you realize as you ask Agnes to trot over with urgency. This man, the thief, is precariously balanced on the hide of his horse just so, just so that he must be alleviating some of the pressure around his throat where the noose is wrapped tight. You can’t quit starin’, Agnes coming up beside the great black horse who chuffs and whinnies softly at the strange new presence in front of her.

“Good evening ma’am,” The man uses what little purchase he has to spin himself around on the noose to face you, small grunts of his struggle wrenching out of his chest as he tries not to choke himself any more than he already is, “Could you do a fellow a favor and reach into the knapsack on my horse, use the knife that’s in the left pocket, and cut me down?”

It’s absurd, you think as your eyebrows shoot up, the way that he manages to seem so nonchalant, given his predicament. But the moment he manages to turn and face you fully, any amused notions of his calm vanish, replaced only by the weight of the features which you’re now confronted with.

He’s a collection of pieces that don’t make no sense, shouldn’t go together the way they do. His hair is long and dark as it waves and curls, but his ears stick out beyond the locks. His nose juts out strongly, but it looks like it’s been broken once or twice. A pink tongue darts out to lick plush plump lips, framed by a soft looking goatee, sharp cheeks, but a weak chin. Most of all though, are his eyes. They’re somehow both beady and cunning, calculating and warm, or well…his left eye is.

He’s got a scarred over gash that practically splits his face, something between a burn wound and a cut, halfway in the middle. Whatever it was that gave that to him, took his eye with it, or at least tried to. It’s still there, but it’s milky white, whereas the other one glows a liquid chocolate as the light of the setting sun hits it.  

He’s handsome, utterly and completely handsome.

He’s also still hanging by that noose, and you still don’t know how he ain’t dead, so despite all of that, you can’t help but blurt out,

“What the fuck is this?”

The man clearly was not expecting such a question, because he almost loses his footing on the black horse’s hide, and goes sputterin’ for a moment as he tries to right himself.

“Excuse me?” He’s got some sense of humor, you think, because he’s frowning at you, scowlin’, when he steadies himself once more.

“How are you doin’ that?” You clarify, gesturing with one hand to the fact that he’s alive, how he must’ve been hanging here for two whole days, and is still alive.

“Well,” The man sighs, and you can imagine that were his hands not bound behind his back, he might’ve scratched at his chin or his scalp. “I think my old girl Sam here is trying to teach me a lesson. She won’t come close enough to make this easy for me, but I figured if she were really sick and tired of my bullshit, she’d’ve rode off and let me hang. You know how horses get sometimes.”

Who is this person, who is so seemingly confident and sure of himself, and simultaneously must be the most lucky motherfucker to ever live? You can’t tell if you wanted to smack him or kiss him. Maybe both, but that decision can stay safely locked inside your brain. Even after the two minutes that you’ve known this man, something tells you that his ego would go through the roof if you gave him the satisfaction of a kiss.

“Oh do I.” You bite back a raised brow. While his presumptions may be correct, you were taken slightly aback with how freely he was willing to give them.

“Yes ma’am, I can tell by the way your horse is lookin’ up at you. Sam gives me those same looks, well, when she ain’t bein’ so difficult, of course.” He grumbles, and the black horse, Sam, seems to chuff in exasperation.

The sun is setting faster now, and you start to feel anxious. Surely folks would be still eatin’ dinner by now, surely no one would start walkin’ out and about at night, aside from those who take some comfort in the music and beer in the saloon. Surely no one would see you, see you talking to the hanged man, but…but suppose they did.

What would they do then?

What would you do?

You frown, wanting to get this whole interaction over with. You’ve resolved to cut him loose, but first, you’d like the honor at least bein’ introduced to this strange wonder of a man. You’d like to know just whose life you’re saving.

It ain’t often, that you go around saving lives instead of taking them.

“Quit calling me ma’am.” It’s too formal, too proper for the kind of woman that you are, somethin’ about it reminds you of your mother and – you nip that in the bud real fuckin’ quick.

“Yes sir.” The man offers with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, and you wonder if he ever smiles. He’s certainly got the humor for it, but as far as his face has moved, those lips are held firmly in a scowl, even as his eyes sparkle.

Without getting off of Agnes, you reach into a knapsack of your own and pull out a knife. It’s nothing too fancy, but the blade is sharp and it should do the trick.

“I have a couple questions.” You begin sawing at the thick rope which binds his hands together, carefully twisting him so that you can have a better angle. You don’t want to accidentally cut his flesh, don’t want to do anything other than get some information and be on your way.

“Please, ask away.” The man is sarcastic, and the thought of stabbing him clean through the chest flits across your mind like a smooth stone over a pond. Although, as you brace yourself against his back with one hand to keep yourself steady when you cut through the rope, you’re not surprised at all to find he’s made of nothin’ but hard muscle.

“What’s your name?” The rope gives way and immediately he wastes no time rubbing at the chafed skin around his wrists, cracking the joints that had gone so stiff.  

“I ain’t so sure you’d’ve ever heard of me, but I go by the name of Kylo Ren.” He says quietly, gauging your reaction.

It isn’t one that he expects.

Something inside you lights up like the flickering flare of a candle, and before you know it, you’re reaching for your gun and holding it steady in his direction. Immediately, his newly freed hands go up in a display of surrender, but you don’t dare waver, not one inch. After all you were willin’ to do for him, you’d take it back in a heartbeat – you ain’t got no desire to go helpin’ a lying man.

“Bullshit.” You spit, drawing the word out into two different syllables, scowling at him.

He wasn’t Kylo Ren, he couldn’t be. Kylo Ren was a legend, a myth of epic proportions. They’d be singin’ songs about him and his gang until kingdom come, they’d be tellin’ stories about his escapades and adventures ‘til the cows came home. Kylo Ren was uncatchable, he was elusive, no one had ever met his wrath and walked away -- there was no way that here he was caught in front of you. Just because this man was blind in the same eye didn’t mean nothin’, lots of folks had injuries like that, and it makes you mad to know he’s hidin’ behind someone else’s identity.

“Beg pardon?” He almost sounds offended that you don’t believe him, and that only makes you more angry.

What, did he think you were stupid? Did he think you were so easily swayed by pretty falsehoods? Naw, you might’ve been easy on the eyes but you had a mind sharp as a tack, and he wasn’t going to make a fool out of it.

“There ain’t no way Kylo Ren would get himself strung up and left in a tree to die. So I’m going to ask again, and you’re going to tell me, otherwise I’ll shoot you clean through the gut and then you’ll have wished they hanged you right.” The gun doesn’t move, and instead of growing angry or brash or violent in the way you might expect a man to act while he’s starin’ down a barrel, he flushes a deep red.

“You’re mighty quick with that, I have to admit I’m impressed.” He chews on his lip, eyes crinkling up at the corners while he blushes and mumbles softly, “I like a woman who can handle her steel.”

“I like an honest man.” You counter, cocking the trigger. His reaction to bein’ held at gunpoint was nothin’ like you’d ever seen before, you’d never in your wildest dreams imagined you’d meet someone who thought being threatened like this was a turn-on.

“Kylo Ren’s the most honest answer I can give you.” He shrugs simply. He speaks with a sincerity that you still have a hard time believing, but there ain’t much you can do about it, you’ve done too much already, wasted too much time.  

You’ve wasted so much time, here with this man already.

“If you’re Kylo Ren, then I’m Angel Eyes.” You huff, wondering how he might feel about that, if he’d ever heard of you in return.

You’re countin’ on him thinkin’ that you’re bluffing, countin’ on him to throw his head back and laugh, to underestimate you. He doesn’t, instead of all of that, he only blushes a little harder, looking away from your gun and straight into your soul. Whether he’s heard of you or not, his eyes are wide and hopeful, starin’ at you like you put the stars in the sky.

“Won’t you cut me down, Angel?” Kylo asks, voice velvety and deep. The sun gleams off his teeth in a glint that has you realizing most of the ones on the bottom are made of gold, as the last slips of light make one last hurrah over the canyons.

He’s charming, too charming. Even with the noose around his neck, even still balancing like a moron on the back of his horse, he’s charming. A man like that is bound to be nothing but trouble, you think. You don’t know why, but something deep in your bones tells you that he won’t be leaving you alone so easily, once you cut him free.

If you cut him free.

But the sun is setting faster faster faster, and the last of the orangeredyellow is gone from the sky, leaving only the dusky blues and purples of twilight. There’s no more time for games, and you both know it.

“God dammit.” You sigh in aggravation, eventually giving in and holstering your gun once more.

You nudge Agnes to move a little closer, and she obliges warily. The rope around his neck requires a bit of elbow grease to saw through with your knife, but it only takes a couple of minutes before it too gives way, like the rope around his wrists had.

As soon as the tension around his neck disappears, Kylo loses his balance and falls off his horse with a great big thud, and you roll your eyes. Putting the knife back in your own knapsack, you don’t really pay much attention to whatever the hell he’s doing on the floor, trying to get his footing after two whole days of being stretched out. His muscles are probably on fire, burning from the effort to not succumb to strangulation, but that’s ain’t really your problem.

“Alright Ren, you’re free to go. I suggest you find some salve for that nasty burn you’ve got – hold it right the fuck there.” When you do eventually look up, it’s to see Kylo standing too close.

Far too close.

Your gun is back, and you jab it straight in the hollow of his scarred cheekbone. For having such good reflexes that you do, he caught you completely off-guard by popping up the way he just had. How was he so tall? He didn’t look that tall up in the tree, the man must be over six heads high. Once again, his hands are up over his head in surrender, and you’re confused, jumpy. You don’t like strange men gettin’ too close to you, don’t like it one bit.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you! I swear.” He rushes to say with a shake of his head, “You saved my life, I’m in grateful service to you. Wherever you go I’ll follow, and keep you safe from harm, until the day my debt can be repaid.”

Kylo realizes then, that he must’ve messed up, said the wrong thing. You can see it in his eyes, or at least, the one good eye he’s got, the one that ain’t scarred over and milky white. You can tell he didn’t mean to go causin’ no offence by offering you his protection, not at all.

“I don’t need any help, not from you, or from anyone.” Your tone softens just a little when you regard him, lowering the gun that you’d had held firmly against his cheek. You decide that there’s no use in blowin’ his head off, no point in wastin’ a bullet when you could’a just let him hang.

Kylo seems to know this, and when your gun isn’t digging into his cheekbone any longer, he takes a hesitant step towards you, so close, too close.

“Well then,” Kylo’s voice is equally soft, soft and deep in a way that’s almost unnerving, how it can be so soothing. He kicks up some of the reddened earth below his boots, sticks his hands in his pockets and gives you the most honest not-smile you’ve seen in your life as he blushes, “Looks like we’ll be together for a mighty long time.”

The sun is completely down now, darkness creeping in all around. You need to get away from this place, need to put some distance between yourself and the town, between you and Kylo, so you simply urge Agnes forward, and without another thought, you’re galloping into the great unknown.

 Agnes is fast, even in the dark.

Maybe especially in the dark, you think. She’s always had a penchant for roaming around at night, in fact, it was at night that you had found her. That was seemingly eons ago, and you don’t have the energy to mull about in your head dwelling on the past more than you already do.

In the moment, there, right there in the desert, it is a clear night. Light from the moon is bright and pale, a silvery wash of deep toned blues and a million stars in constellations you have memorized like the back of your hand illuminate the vast expanse of nothingness ahead of you.

Agnes is fast, but Kylo’s horse has no trouble keeping up, and though you’re not entirely surprised just because of the sheer size of the creature, you’re still impressed. Sam can’t quite match Agnes, her small stature making her all the more quicker, more streamlined that the midnight creature. It’s a slight observation you can’t help but make, their colors. Where Sam is pitch black, Aggie’s coat is glossy white and reflects the moon easily so Kylo can keep up.

When was the last time you rode like this with another person? Not away from someone, but with them? Kylo can’t see you grinning, the dark cloaking your smile as your hair whips around your head, but you are. You are, out there in the dark, flying through the canyons under the moonlight, putting that distance that you need between yourself and the town. No one would find you, no one would even know where to look, should they come try.

You don’t trust him, you don’t trust Kylo one bit, but you have to admit that the fact he hasn’t killed you point blank and stolen all your possessions means a lot. You’re not really in the business to go around trustin’ strangers, you’ve spent nearly your whole adult life alone, on the run. Now wasn’t the time to start…but it felt good, to be with another soul.

Eventually, when you’ve had your fun, when Agnes and Sam have stretched their legs enough, you and Kylo slow them down to a trot. You’ve come to the edge of the canyon here, so neither of you move any closer. Leaning over ever so slightly, you can hear the gentle trickle of water, can see the light sparkle of moonlight glittering off the rippling water of what has to be the Colorado River a thousand feet below in a gorge that you’ll have to descend in the morning. The map had named this place Horseshoe Bend, and you’re looking forward to seeing it in the daylight.

Neither of you are anywhere near Colorado yet, you’re actually closer to Utah than anything else, but you know that if you can just stick close to the river, you’ll be going in the right direction. Kylo notices you noticing the river, and eventually he pulls gently on the reins to get Sam to come to a soft stop.

This is a good place for the night, you think, and you swing your legs off Agnes’ back. Kylo mimics your movements, coming over slowly and carefully so that you hear him.

You don’t know it, but he doesn’t want to scare you again like he had by the tree, he doesn’t want to scare you ever again.

You’re too tired to protest when he begins helping you lift the bags off Aggie’s saddle, his arms are far bigger and stronger than yours, and though you want to tell him to fuck off with his chivalry, you’re undeniably grateful for the help.

Kylo seems to notice, and you’re just glad that he doesn’t make a whole to-do about it. He must be exhausted too, you’re sure.

Not exhausted enough to let you simply throw down a bundle of something for a pillow and sleep though, as he lights a match on the sole of his boots and tosses it onto a small pile of dry brush and sticks that he scrounges up quickly. The fire makes you wary, wary that someone might see, but you’re too close to the gorge for it to be a problem. No one would dare come rushing towards you here, lest they’d be risking falling straight over the edge and cracking their skulls on the rocks below.  

Watching as Kylo makes the fire and keeps it steady, you wrap a blanket around your shoulders. Nighttime got chilly out in the desert, and you’re lucky to have such a beautifully made blanket to keep you warm. You had purchased it just earlier this year at a trading post, it to this day it remained your most prized possession.

A woman had had a selection for sale or trade, hand woven wool in the most striking of patterns, and when you saw the black and beige striped one, you had given her all the money in your pocket for it. You wear it with respect, always make sure to keep it clean and mended, folded neatly in your bag, always remembering that human hands had created this, remembering that it is the skill of that woman and her hands which keeps you warm, keeps you alive on the harsher desert nights.

Kylo has no blanket of his own, or if he does, he doesn’t bother to wear it. Instead, he lies down close to the fire and adjusts his arms behind his head so that it can act as a pillow. You wonder how he can be comfortable like that, but you bite your tongue. If he’s doing this in an attempt at manliness, you won’t be so quick to give in to the bait.

You are looking at him though, with enough interest that Kylo feels the need to clear his throat.  

“Where are we headed, then?” He asks quietly as he settles down, shuffles a little closer to the fire.

You meet his gaze, but there’s nothing upsetting about the intensity of his eye contact. In fact, lying on opposite sides of the small fire like this, your faces cast warm by the glow of the soft flames, you feel almost as though you’re in a spell, caught in his eyes.

Where were you headed, where were you headed really? What a loaded question, you think.

He’s lookin’ at you, and you’re lookin’ back at him, and unshed tears prick the back of your eyelids just for a moment because if you think about it too hard, you’ll realize that in the end, you’re headed where all the wanderers, drifters, loners and outlaws head; “Nowhere.”

Kylo gives you the ghost of a smile, and shrugs, reaching forward enough to light a hand-rolled cigarette by the embers of the small campfire.

“I’ve always wanted to go there.” He says softly, and you can’t help but let a small chuckle slip through your lips. Kylo offers the cigarette to you, but you shake your head and decline, never havin’ gotten much into smokin’. He nods in understanding and puffs on it once or twice, blowing blue smoke up into the night sky.

“Are you always like this?” Tightening the blanket around your shoulders a little more, you try and get some sort of idea of who this person was. You’d always been a decent judge of character, well, you had to be, all alone like you were. Get betrayed one too many times, you start seein’ the signs of shifty drifters from a mile away.

But with him, with Kylo, you can’t sniff out anything rotten in him, not yet. Maybe it’ll come out in a day or two, hell, maybe it’ll come out in an hour once you’re fast asleep. If you wake up and he’s still there, if you even wake up at all tomorrow, you’ll be more surprised of that than anything in the world.

“That depends.” Kylo finally replies around the huff and puff of his cigarette, giving you more of those vague half truths that you can already tell are going to drive you over the cliff.

“On what?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“On whether you like it or not.” He gives you another one of those not-smiles, where he somehow looks at you, straight through you, with all the warmth of an old friend, though he be but a total stranger. You scrub a hand down your face in exasperation; it ain’t hard to see why Sam wanted him to suffer a little bit, back by the tree, you think.

“Let’s say for argument’s sake that I don’t.” You offer, and Kylo lets out a sharp breath of a laugh through his nose.

“Then yes, I’m always like this.” Kylo smokes pleasantly, and you curl in on yourself, and roll onto your back.

There’s a million stars up there, you’re sure. Maybe a hundred million, a million million. You used to tell the stories of the constellations to your students – no, you think. Don’t go down that memory lane, the one fraught with fire and anguish.

Shaking your head slightly, you open up your eyes as wide as they’ll go, your pupils swallowin’ up all the light they can. There’s purple white blue clouds in a thick cluster above the gorge, and you know that to be a wisp of the Milky Way. The view is impressive, and humbling. After all, you are nothin’ but a small spec in the universe, aren’t you?

“Ain’t it wild?” Kylo starts to ask, smokin’ and turning his head up to the galaxy above you both. “To think that a thousand years ago, someone was lying where we lay, was starin’ up at these stars we see? To think that a thousand years from now, someone else will be in our position, wonderin’ about their place in the cosmos.”

“What is that you’re smokin’?” You tease softly, no real bite to your words. His baritone nestles into your chest and you feel the thrum of it in your bones, your eyes wetting, not daring to look at him as the fire snaps and crackles between you.

“Nothin’ but tobacco, honest.” Smoke pours out of his nose, his mouth. You can feel his eyes on you, can feel him lookin’. “Don’t you ever think about it, about your place in the world?”

“No.” That answer comes easily enough.

“How come?” Kylo’s voice is a deep deep deep whisper in the night, and it weighs heavy on your stomach as your hands twist in the blanket.

“I don’t got one.” You can’t believe you’re admitting something like this to him, to this stranger.

Something about being here with him, lying so close to another human being for the first time in years, makes you spill all your secrets. You’d told him your name, you’ve never told someone your name. Granted, he probably thought you were just jokin’, but still, whether he knew it or not, he knew the truth. Kylo hasn’t laughed at you yet, though.

He hasn’t mocked you or pushed you in any way. He’s answered your questions and the ones he asked in return weren’t nothin’ of too much trouble. In fact, out of all the men you coulda picked to be stuck with, he seemed like one that wasn’t too shabby. Had a good sense of humor, at the very least, and was calm under pressure, if his behavior by the tree was anythin’ to go off of. He seemed sane enough, or maybe just insane enough. You weren’t sure.

Whichever one it was, it had to be why he had declared undying loyalty to you so quickly. Maybe that was the kind of person he was, Kylo was. Maybe that was all you needed to know about him.

Maybe he was just as lonely as you.

Maybe he hadn’t slept beside another human being in just as long.

The sky above you moves, creeps and crawls at a snails pace, but moves. The Milky Way turns, and with it so do the stars. Your eyes are tired, every part of you is tired, and you shudder from the sheer exhaustion in your muscles. Those seven hours at the hotel were more sleep than you’d gotten in the whole week prior, and it was as if your body remembered how badly you needed that sleep, once you’d gotten it.

You sigh a little to yourself, not so sure when another opportunity like that would come again.  

“You’re cold.” Kylo speaks up enough so you can hear him even as your eyes slip closed, darkness around your vision lulling you into that in-between state of consciousness and slumber.

“I’m fine, the fire’s enough.” You mumble, your words slurring together as you turn closer towards the fire, let the heat of the flame seep into your body, trapping it under your blanket.

“If you’re comfortable with it, you’re more than welcome to come sleep next to me.” He offers, and if you were awake enough, you’d probably chuckle at how bold he is, how forward. You still had your wits about you, still had your decent judgement, you know nothin’ about this man and you don’t trust him as far as you can throw him.

You don’t know anything about him, nothin’ at all. Not even his name.

Maybe you do know his name. The odds of that are so astronomical though, so outta this world, that…well…you’re inclined to believe them.

“Are you really Kylo Ren? The Kylo Ren?” You have to ask, forcing your eyes open to look at him one last time, before you fall asleep completely and deal with whatever trouble tomorrow might bring you.

“I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see, Angel.” Kylo whispers, giving you one of those sincere not-smiles, and looking right back.

[benjeep]

stitches are for whiny little punk ass bitches Here's a little wip of an outlaw!ren AU idea! Idk I just thought he'd look good in a cowboy hat! :^) suggestions for improvement are welcome!

[reysexualkylo]

Lasso (ao3 link) 

A historical west ABO  fic

The morning came with the sunrise shining over the burnt orange canyons. Rey rose from her bed and yawned as she crossed over to the window looking out at the little desert town of Jakku in the Goazon Badlands.

This had been home for so long. She lived under the roof of the owner of the Omega Brothel, Unkar Plutt. Long ago she had been left on his doorstep by her birth parents. They were both betas and didn’t know how to raise an omega. Rey was only five when her parents traded her to Plutt for a case of whiskey as they drank themselves to certain death, leaving the little town of Jakku and never looking back.

Today was her birthday, or what had become of her birthday. Today marked 13 years since she had been in Plutt’s care. Today she was 18 years old which marked her as an adult. Today would be the day that Plutt forced her into the brothel. And because of that— today would be the day that Rey packed her scarce belongings and set off on her own. She would not be a slave to her designation.

Thank you to my beta @noriselly

Tagging : @wewantreylo @ever-so-reylo @polkadotdotdotreylo @asongforjonsa @loveofescapism @reybeeoh

[ao3feed--reylo]

Tear Down My Walls (come build my kingdom)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/phouTIU

by AnonPenguin

Once an outlawed practice for its alleged abuse, a new law allows demihumans the opportunity to obtain Medical Scenting Cards after an exhaustive process with their doctor.

After months of failed options, Alpha Ben Solo finally obtains his own card to help arrange for "Scenting Sessions" with an Omega to help deal with his crippling social anxiety.

OR

Alpha Ben gets the equivalent of a medical marijuana card, except it's for Omega Rey to come and scent his bedsheets and home.

Words: 2996, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Ben Solo, Omega Rey (Star Wars), Social Anxiety, License to Scent, Explicit Sexual Content, Omegas/Alphas Scents Used As Therapy, Scenting, Knotting, Accidental Knotting, slick, They're very professional and they don't fuck until they do, Touch-Starved

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/phouTIU

[wonderlandleighleigh]

I hope you start feeling better soon!

Did you get to go on Rise of the Resistance and did you like it?

Midge/Lenny prompt: Walt Disney happens to run into Midge and Lenny at a party. After Walt sees the two of them hilariously bantering back and forth, he talks them both into punching up one of the studio's 50s/60s era live action scripts (like The Shaggy Dog). They quickly realize they made a mistake in agreeing.

Thank you. I'm on the mend. Just extremely tired and still congested.

I DID! And you know, I didn't think I would enjoy it, but it was so immersive and fast-paced it was hard not to love. I mean we got to ride around with a fucking droid for christ's sake, and even though I had to deal with Kylo nonsense, it was still pretty amazing to be dropped into the thick of the action that way.

3.

"Look at these rules!" Midge cries as she settles down on Lenny's couch, reading over the typed out document. "No cursing, no sex, no drugs, no racial commentary- Lenny Walt Disney has outlawed your entire personality from his films."

"Gig's a gig," Lenny shrugs, leaning over to look as he hands her a drink. "Let's take a look at this script and see what we're working with."

They go through it together. He reads a page and then hands it to her, both going through and making notes, and by the end...

"That," Midge huffs out. "Was a terrible script."

"They often are when they come to the punch-up team," Lenny tells her. He blows out a breath. "The question is: Is it beyond saving?"

"It's pretty bad," Midge points out.

"It's called The Happiest Millionaire, of course it's bad," Lenny shrugs. "You wanna make it better?"

"Without our usual go-to's of sex, politics, drugs, and curse words? Is it possible?"

"Only one way to find out."

[star-trekker-0013]

👀

Althea met the gaze of the man known as Kylo Ren. She had heard whispers about him, like how he led a group of outlaws known as the Knights of Ren. She had heard that he worked for a man in the East named Snoke, who wanted to control every town and bit of land here in the West. The west was all new territory, and Snoke was trying to control every part through railway hubs, businesses, and the like. There was no government or law out here. Places were still unsettled. The only thing people answered to was money, or even a lack of.

So when wanted posters for her sprung up across the territories, with her bounty increasing if both human and horse were brought in alive, she had to be even more careful where she went. Even if the bounty was from a personal donor and not from a law official, people would try to get her if they could.

Maybe in another life, she’d stand tall and even stand up to Kylo Ren. But even though a big crowd separated them, she knew he recognized her through her disguise.

So, she did the only thing she could do. Althea turned and walked away. When she stepped into a side alley, she bolted. Whistling for her horse, a white mare, covered in dust and mud from travel, ran up next to her. Althea jumped into the saddle and rode off into the desert.

Even if he did recognize her, she could at least get a head start. Thankfully, she always kept her pistol loaded.

[ronni-right]

No Heart For Me But Yours

By AnneAnna

Eighteen year old Miss Aurelia Palpatine is engaged to Lord Ben Solo, the finest catch of the season and they are utterly in love. Weeks before the wedding, a terrible accident happens and Ben is found dead with tremendous amounts of scandal and debt attached to him, ruining Aurelia’s reputation. Pregnant with twins, she flees to America, and reinvents herself as Dr. Rey Solo, taking her fiance’s name and his mother’s inheritance and attending medical school. She opens up a practice on the plains of Oklahoma, treating the poor and rich alike. But when the notorious outlaw Kylo Ren shows up practically dead on her doorstep, Rey is forced to confront her past and make decisions about her future with a man she had thought she had lost forever.

[katiesghosts]

My @kyluxbigbang collaboration with @biffbang and my first illustration for this amazingly fun story. I hope you like Pyroglycerine at least as much as I do! I mean, who wouldn’t love outlaw Kylo and the Irish catastrophe Hux? ✨🌿🏔

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