#pov kylo ren

[anopendoor]

deleted scene from chapter 2...

[Inspired by a few comments from chapter 2! If you haven't read my unexpected pregnancy omegaverse story yet, check out: you, me, (and the kid) on ao3]

[A few minutes after leaving Rey's apartment:]

Like passing through a supernatural veil, the white noise buzzing (screaming) in Ben’s ears fades the moment he leaves Rey’s apartment building, rolling her couch to the curb.

The sounds of the city start to filter in. It’s the afternoon on a weekday, and the streets are filled with nannies and mothers pushing strollers. Children are laughing, crying, and screaming. A car honks somewhere a few blocks away, followed by an angry shout from a man with a heavy Italian accent.

Outside, the air is clearer and less consuming. Less overwhelming. 

Omega’s scent wafts into the atmosphere, dissipating, no longer stuffing his nose.

Fuck.

Ben carefully slides the couch off the dolly and lowers it to the curb. He tried to cover most of the smell with plastic wrap, but the darker stain on the left side of the couch is more than a little obvious.

Fuck, fuck, fucking shit.

Ben stands there on the curb, hands resting on his hips as he chews his lip anxiously. With a twist of his torso, he turns back around and looks at Omega’s apartment building, eyes scaling up to the third floor where her apartment must be. It’s only one of two units on the floor.

He looks back at the couch. His brain is still not all there, still trying to reconnect the neurons that got disconnected as he fucked Rey within an inch of his sanity.

The urge to ring her doorbell again and go upstairs and show her just how much he wants to do that again. Maybe properly this time. He wants to show her that he can take care of her. He can take his time and give her whatever she needs—

“Fuck,” Ben swears, shaking his head and trying to clear it. 

No, he doesn’t want to come on too strong. He already did that, and she hated him for it. 

Sigh, he should just leave.

His feet don’t budge from where he’s standing on the sidewalk. 

No, no, no, he’s overthinking this. Omega said he could call her—or maybe text. A text might be safer, friendlier.

He knows Rey’s got a lot on her mind after just ending such a long relationship. He knows he has to be patient and not overwhelm her. He’s already fucked up more than once already.

He doesn’t want to ruin his third chance.

With a sigh and another slew of muttered curses that earns him a glare from a nanny walking past while pushing a stroller, Ben walks away from Rey’s apartment before he realizes he’s going in the wrong direction.

Ben stuffs his hands into his bomber jacket pockets, turns around, and stalks past Rey’s apartment again, glancing at the couch, then her apartment entrance, and finally, her apartment window one more time.

“Get a grip, Solo,” he growls as he stomps down the street. 

Get a grip.

[midwinterspringwrites]

ain't it the life for you (your lighting of the blaze)

Rated M | Reylo

The courtship of Sith Princess Rey and the Master of the Knights of Ren, as witnessed by Enric Pryde.

Written for @thisreputable for the 2024 @reylofanfictionanthology Valentines Exchange.

Moodboard by me.

Read on AO3.

[kylowritten]

Happy Star Wars Day!!

In honor of May the Fourth, here’s Part Nine of “If the Slipper Fits” from Kylo’s perspective. Enjoy😉

(All of the same warnings from Part Nine)

“On your knees.”

Kylo pushes his chair back from the table, watching as you settle yourself between his legs. He’s had entire kingdoms — entire armies — kneel before him, but none of it can compare to the sight of you at his command. It makes his cock hard, painfully so.

You, perfectly submissive, mouth open slightly. You look at him like he is worthy of worship and sacrifice, of pain and surrender and deserving of the power he holds. His entire life, Kylo has been looked at with contempt and thinly veiled skepticism; since he could remember, people were afraid of his potential, and so he matched himself to their assumptions.

But you…you were free of those expectations, in that moment. Not fear. But admiration.

He snarls, “Don’t make me ask you again.”

Kylo needs your lips on his cock. The desire burns in the pit of his stomach. But instead of giving him what he wants (of course), you grab a napkin and start dabbing the front of his pants. He barely manages to suppress the groan that builds in his throat — you press the napkin against his hardening cock, running over the sensitive parts of his inner thighs. It invokes thoughts of your hands, your fingers, fuck, your mouth.

You go up farther. He shifts uncomfortably. His cock strains against his pants, and he’s not sure how much longer he can handle the pressure.

He grabs a fistful of your hair, close to your scalp, and jerks your head back. You gasp in response, the sound crashing over him. “Enough,” he says. “With your mouth.”

The napkin drifts to the ground.

Kylo holds you in place while he fumbles for his belt, a sense of relief staking him as it falls away, quickly followed by his pants. His cock slaps up against his stomach, greeted by the cool air, and this time he allows the groan to leave his lips.

He can’t take it any longer — Kylo fists himself, grateful for the chance to relive his discomfort. A bead of pre-cum glints in the dim lighting, and he spreads it over his aching head before resuming fisting his shaft. “What are you waiting for?”

You move forward and his anticipation ratchets but instead of giving him what he wants (again, he thinks in frustration) you start to ghost kisses over his thighs. Tongue darting out, you cover the expanse of sensitive skin and over each of his balls, before an expression of determination crosses your features. Kylo’s head tilts back as — finally — you close your lips on his cock.

There’s a moment that he transcends from the Feast Hall, suspended from outside of his own body as you please him. Ever since he first laid eyes on you, he’s dreamt of this moment, of your perfect lips and the warmth of your mouth. You take him expertly further, gliding his cock over your tongue and down your throat.

“There’s no rush, little mouse,” Kylo tells you. With a swift, decisive movement, he tightens his grip on your hair, effectively immobilizing you.

Wine stains your lips, joined by strings of saliva.

You impatiently reach for him, but he growls, and keeps you in place. “Just your mouth,” he orders.

You breathlessly reply, “Yes.”

“Is that any way to address your prince?” Kylo asks you, leaning closer as he holds your hair.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

You continue your steady rhythm, bobbing up and down on his cock like you can’t get enough. Kylo feels a difference, that you’re trying to go slower, and even though he asked for this, it heightens the knot tightening in his stomach. The fluidity of your mouth, the suction of your cheeks and the work of your tongue, he wishes that he could remain at your mercy forever.

Suddenly, he decides that he’s had enough of your games that you’re playing — he is the prince, after all, soon to be king, and he’s never been afraid of taking what he wants.

Kylo slams his cock into your mouth. He snaps his hips again and again, pursuing the passion that only your lips can provide. He will teach you a lesson not to disrespect him, to show him the same devotion that you do while sucking his cock. The familiar red haze that consumes his vision slowly begins to leak into his mind and influencing his movements.

Eyes closed, he says, “You’ll remember this.” His breath nearly tears from his chest as he thrusts into your mouth over and over. Incensed, he adds, “You’ll remember this the next time that you don’t listen. The next time that you open this smart mouth.”

Tension building, Kylo withdraws his cock so that he may pump it himself. He’s familiar with his own pleasure. The wetness from your mouth makes it effortless for his hand to stroke up and down, inciting a streak of expletives to leave his lips as he drowns in waves of ecstasy.

He opens his eyes to once again commit the sight of you to memory. He hisses slightly as he witnesses your hand between your legs.

Sweat runs in rivulets down his temple as his climax approaches. “Did I say you could touch yourself? Do not make me delay my own pleasure in order to teach you another lesson in obedience.”

A beat passes, and then Kylo rears his cock back into your mouth, warmth encompassing him. It’s all that it takes to achieve his orgasm, and he releases into your throat, keeping you still until he’s done and the stars have vanished from his vision, and so that he can watch you swallow his cum. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as his cock softens and only then does he remove it.

Tears run down your cheeks. Your hair is disheveled from where his hand grabbed it, and a mixture of salvia and cum coat your chin. Kylo forces open your mouth and inserts his thumb, pressing down on your tongue as he grabs your chin and inspects you. You look breathtaking — unraveled, ruined, wasted, and despite your look of defeat, there’s that familiar glimmer in your eye. There’s a sharp twinge in his chest, one that Palpatine has taught him to ignore.

Kylo forcefully releases your chin and pushes you away so that he may stand.

He calmly adjusts himself and slides the buckle through his belt. He looks down at you in disgust. You are a distraction. Palpatine was right. And he gave in to you so willing, so easily, as if he hadn’t been working towards total control of his emotions. He’s repulsed at himself and his actions. Kylo’s molars grind together.

“You cannot accuse me of not teaching you again,” he says evenly. He can’t stand to meet your eyes. He’s too afraid of what he will find. “Maybe now you will listen.”

Kylo turns on his heel and storms off.

His hand clenches again and again. Desperately he wishes that he had his lightsaber, and that he could destroy everything in his path for forgetting his training. Fortunately, no one intercepts him as he stalks to his room — he needs time alone.

To reflect.

He’s only just settled on the edge of his bed when there’s a knock. He half-stands, more of a crouch, really, body tense and coiled. “What?”

It’s the servant: Sa’iak.

The boy steps nervously into the room. “I just wanted to check that everything is to your liking,” he says.

Kylo’s gaze sweeps the room. Amusement tickles the back of his mind; yesterday he had ravaged the place with just his fists and the Force. He hadn’t been back since. And before when there had been wood splinters and torn wallpaper, destruction and decimation, now the furniture was replaced and the walls fixed. The urge to destroy, to ruin, clearly was not one that he could easily resist.

“It is,” Kylo replies. “But I am missing one piece.”

“And that is?” Sa’iak asks.

“My wife.”

Just like his room, he had made a mess of you. Both were his source of comfort — his room, a shelter against the outside world, and you, his wife, who gazed upon him in a way that he still had not forgotten. He wanted you here. He did not like to apologize, did not know how. But he would try to remedy the situation just as Sa’iak had remedied the chaos of his room.

“Where-where is she?” The servant boy asks.

Kylo tells him, and explains that he must bring her back. Sa’iak leaves.

He drifts while he waits. His anger, with you and with himself, simmers. He gazes out the ceiling-length window to the dense forest below. Shadows shift in the dying light, and he thinks of the times he spent there as a boy, darting between trees and under brush; back when he went by a different name, a name that still resides within him no matter how much he’s tried to stomp it out.

Kylo feels you before he sees you, the palpable force of your anger and disappointment in him.

Without turning, he says, “I can feel your anger. Do not blame the servant for the grievances you have with me.”

“His name is Sa’iak.”

Kylo knows this already, he just chose not to use it. Names require respect, status, and the boy was not of higher respect or status as him.

“Sit down on the bed,” Kylo orders you.

He hears the bed sink as you obey.

Kylo turns. You’re basked in darkness, so that only the finer details of you are revealed to him. He crosses the room, then takes his turn kneeling before you. His fingers graze your knees, your shins, the curve of your ankle, before finally removing your shoes. He moves to your bodice next, carefully choosing each movement.

You breathe, “What are you doing?”

Kylo doesn’t respond. He doesn’t know what he would say if he did. His jaw flexes as he reserves every inch of his control not to smother your skin with kisses as he drops each strap of your dress. Eventually he gets to the point of stripping you entirely of clothing, and his gaze drops to your exposed body before fixing on your face.

When he offers you his hand, you take it without hesitation.

Kylo guides you to his bathroom.

The sight of the bandage on your side pains him. Even though the lesson, the first one he gave you, was necessary, he did not want you hurt because of him. He gives in to the temptation to kiss you, moving your hair aside and brushing his lips over your shoulders. Still hovering, he gently peels off the bandage and brings you to the tub.

When he entered the bathroom, he used the Force to run the water: warm, but not scorching.

It envelopes you.

Kylo pushes up his sleeves. His knees hit the tiled floor. He wants to touch every part of you, imbued you with his apology. Kylo is careful to wipe your mouth and face, to erase the tracks of your tears and the culmination of his bliss. He runs the washcloth along your limbs. Kylo tries his best to ignore the lingering anger he feels, to focus on you instead.

After the bath he dresses your wound again. You thank him, and so close, he feels that twinge again in his chest.

What are you doing, boy?

Kylo tenses. He’s skilled in covering his emotions.

What do you want, he replies.

Palpatine says, You’re with her again, aren’t you?

It doesn’t matter.

Come to me.

Kylo can’t deny his request.

But he will take his time. “You need to rest,” he tells you softly.

He won’t leave until he’s sure that you’re okay. Kylo scoops you off the tub. He draws your warm, soft body to his chest, the flowery scent of your hair and skin making him lightheaded as he then brings you back into the bedroom.

Kylo gently lays you down on the bed. His bed.

You wriggle under the covers, and ask, “Are you going to rest, too?”

Kylo swallows. He wants to lay besides you more than he has ever wanted anything. But it would be dangerous. He cannot refuse Palpatine. Fighting the urge to slide under the covers and align your body with his, he says, “No. I have a matter that needs addressing.”

“You’re risking everything — all of your progress — for her,” Palpatine snarls. They’re in the throne room.

Kylo has one knee on the ground. “I’m not.”

“You are!” Palpatine is enraged. “I felt you and your feelings for her. I told you that you couldn’t care for this girl, if you were to find a wife.”

A muscle jumps beneath his eye. “I don’t.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Kylo says, sipping his gaze to the ground. Anxiety skates across his skin, grabs his heart and squeezes.

Palpatine says, hauntily, “You know what you must do now.” His footsteps draw closer. “I thought that we were done with this. But when you disobey me, you must be punished.”

Kylo nods.

He has the scars on his back, from before.

And now he would add more.

But they were worth it, for you.

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ive seen tiktoks from this man that have given new meaning to the way i view that app. and i mean it as an insult

[kylosbreedingkink]

You already know my views, that I would argue against it not being clear in the film that Kylo knew what Hux was about to do. The only way imo they could be clearly that he knew would be if he explicitly said it, which would be very out of character for Kylo as he isn't really a talker and more a doer. What we know of Kylo's character up to that point and the clear parallels with the Luke and Ben scene make it more clear.

What he did was really minor compared to the fact Hux wanted to kill him whilst he was down. That sort of betrayal led him to completely changing his life path last time it happened with Luke, it really sent him on a spiral. Given the progression of TLJ and the death of Snoke and rejection of Rey just before, he entered another spiral but this time didn't have a master in place to guide him. (Remember the comic last year, where he's desperate to find Luke's ghost? He's hardly going to kill a ghost now, so all he could have been looking for even if only subconsciously was guidance)

I think the story tried to leave it to viewers to piece things together. Especially when the book came along and made it explicitly clear, and we gained even more material of Kylo going off the deep end and his history of poor mental health and betrayals framing his actions and decisions. But so much was going on with Kylo at this point that it is just one big ball of trauma. We know he doesn't trust hux again afterwards, but I think his keeping Hux close thing was more in the hope that maybe things would change.

The films aren't set up for kylux being the main thing, Hux at the end of the day is a very minor character and a minor character having motivations based around what a main character did is normal. Whilst the main character has multiple motivations and focuses the minor characters will have some impact. The whole ST has far too much going on for things to be explored properly so a lot of it is just left to implications, especially with the main characters who have multiple stories to juggle each compared to Hux single story.

As much as I dislike TLJ and think it fucked the direction of the ST, I actually like this scene as I feel it shows a lot about Kylo. I think fandom focused too much on the Hux being choked part and threw aside the rest of the scene. There's a lot of bias there.

And again, Kylo is not a talker, so we never know the specific reasons for what he does, just that a lot of shit happened and he doesn't have the emotional maturity to know how to deal with it.

But Kylo putting full effort into life, into living, going full steam ahead into a brick wall, is very true. It makes him very manipulable which Snoke used to his advantage. I don't think Hux knew, if he did he surely would have done something about it for his own benefit. But it was going to be very hard after that scene as the trust would never build up again.

also, sorry, i've gone off on a tangent here lmao. i need to try stop doing that. but i really like this scene. I think it would have been so in character and fitting for Hux to actually have taken the shot even with Kylo awakening, but I suppose he's not Force sensitive and doesn't really believe it. So probably honestly thought he was able to hide his intentions from Kylo as he woke.

(Okay this is a twitter thread that I wrote in a haze of emotion and people seemed to really agree so I’m putting it here too. Half meta, half personal opinion, and not edited into tumblr format as much as I’d like cause editing on mobile sucks and it seems I’m always on mobile these days lmao so read it if you like, don’t if you don’t)

I think, all these years later, I’ve figured out what it was about post-tfa kylux vs every variation after that just. Irks me a little. And it’s something I’ve written myself, so like. I’m not coming at anyone except canon with this, because we worked with what we were given. It’s what canon *set up* and forced us into that I have a grievance with

And it’s this feeling of unbalancing. Of tipping the scales. It’s taking them from a position of mutual animosity to a point where Kylo has something to make up for

Keep reading

[jinx-xxed]

Too Late (Almost)

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A/N; Edited through this older piece since I still enjoy it :) also cuz I haven’t posted in forever hey guys

Part of Written in the Stars

Summary; When presented with the choice of winning the battle or saving the one he loves, which path will Kylo Ren take?

Content; Angst, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Commander reader, original characters, Kylo POV and reader POV, Rey vs. Kylo, redoing that TFA fight basically, but now in the TROS timeline yay!, Force bonded to Kylo, Force visions, blood and injury, reader almost dies whoops, battle, Kylo saves you, murder, Kylo chooses you, whole bunch of conflicting emotions, longing, possible down bad behavior

Wc; 2.4k

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Rey grunts against the force of his swing, her heels digging into and slipping against the snow covered ground beneath them. Red sparks against blue, creating a sort of purple mix of light that reflects off her face and his mask. It’s so reminiscent of their first conflict, of the fight in those snowy woods outside of Starkiller Base, where he had lost. Kylo won’t lose this time. He’s stronger, he’s better, he won’t be bested by his outlandish and fleeting desires to have someone who understood because he thought he had no one, to have someone to teach to prove to himself that this wasn’t for nothing.

It’s just them in this clearing, sparse, dying trees surrounding them, snow flying up around their legs and soaking into their clothing. Their hair is plastered to the edges of their cheeks, determination and fury burning in both of their eyes. Determination not to lose, determination to get out of this in one piece. Rey slashes at him, a downward swing that he blocks and jerks his lightsaber upwards, taking hers with it. She steps away to just narrowly avoid the middle swing he aims at her abdomen, going into the defensive again. She slips against the ground, her lightsaber unable to come up and protect her when he prepares another attack, leading her to resort to the strength of the Force. He feels an invisible power blocking his lightsaber, creating a weird effect with the plasma where it’s stuck in the air mid-swing, quivering beneath the Force. With her next breath, Rey rears up and tries an underhand slash, one which he dodges by darting backwards.

The dance is familiar, one Kylo’s practiced time and time again with different partners. It doesn’t scare him, doesn’t illicit the type of fear it does in Rey. She’s scared of losing, of what could happen to her if she does. She knows she’s at a natural disadvantage with him beating her out in almost every aspect, and yet it’s her courage that keeps her going. It’s something intangible that keeps her from bowing to his power—her defiance and spirit. He recognizes the spark in her eyes, because he’s seen it so many times in someone else’s. In someone who is so unbreakable it infuriated him, in someone who is his equal in every way, in someone who has been with him through just about everything.

Lightsabers burn gashes into trees, the wood smoking and burning orange, snow melts from the heat, only to be replaced by a flurry disturbed by the two of them. In the distance, there’s more fighting, more smoke, more blaster fire, more ship engines screaming. But here, it’s like they’re in their own isolated world away from it all. Rey misses a swing, her form falters, and he takes his chance. He uses the Force like the surge of a wave, overwhelming his opponent before she can react, slamming it against her body and sending her off balance. She yells, her back connecting violently with a tree, bringing her to her hands and knees in the white coldness of the snow. He advances with the easy, ruthless power of a predator as she struggles to get back to her feet. The opportunity is open before him, feeling like the sight of a clear sky after days of endless clouds, he only needs to-

Help.

The voice echoes through his mind, it makes his entire body freeze, like he’s unable to move even if he wanted to. It comes from far off in the trees, in a blood soaked clearing, where there’s only pain and anger and a desperate reach outwards. He heard her, her single word ringing louder than any other thought that may occupy his attention. His head turns ever so slightly, just a small tilt to the left, towards that direction. Rey is beginning to get up, she’s readying her saber, she’s prepared to fight again—but she’s studying him as well, curiosity sparking from the sudden change of his demeanor. She recognizes the way something has called him, something she couldn’t hear but could feel like a ripple across a still lake.

She’s alone, his Commander is alone, fighting to keep herself upright in a battle that’s quickly tipping in a direction that is not in her favor. He sees it in flashes across their bond, the imagery so vivid it’s like he’s there, living it through herself. There’s so many of them, all coming from between the trees with weapons brandished and with a determination to make this her resting ground. It was all planned out; get one of them alone, funnel them away from their soldiers and comrades so they can be overwhelmed and overrun, brought down by those they’d spent so long crushing beneath their heel. They knew he’d be too focused on Rey, blinded by his rage, so that left only one remaining. Her Fleet is nowhere to be found, instead fighting their own battles, working together in the skies with the methods they’d been taught. Her breath is forced from her lungs as she’s brought to the ground. He feels it, the way his chest is threatening to cave in on itself, the burning, phantom pain within his right arm and left side.

The scene disappears suddenly and is instead replaced by something else, something formed and created by the otherworldly powers of the Force. He recognizes the hazy look of a vision, a glimpse into one of many possible futures. He watches, powerless, as she’s pinned, grappling hopelessly against a woman with a blaster aimed right at her head. Kylo’s torn from the vision just as the blaster goes off, the sound of it echoing in his skull.

A sudden despair washes over him, a type he’s never felt before and isn’t sure what to do with. It has no weight behind it, being simply the tip of the iceberg of what’s to come depending on what decision he may make. But it’s enough to make him want to fall to his knees. He’s thrown back into his body, his feet feeling unsteady beneath him, the crackling of his lightsaber filling his ears instead of the screech of a blaster. His eyes lift to Rey, his mind reaches for the forest. Two choices, two paths, two outcomes. That’s what it always is, isn’t it? One or the other, he can’t have both.

His fists clench, the ridges of his lightsaber hilt bite into his palm, Rey’s expression hardens, her legs separating into a battle stance. There’s a voice in his head that hisses at him angrily, demanding he not make this choice, demanding that he do what he’s supposed to, what he’s meant to. Weak, useless, too much of your father in you. He listens to it for a moment, listens to its whispers that have plagued him for years.

But then that despair from before pierces him like a stake, yelling at him, grabbing onto him, begging him to listen just this once. There’s a dam that breaks, a cage that opens and frees the bird trapped inside, flying in a way it always dreamed of. He takes a stumbling step back, a final moment of hesitation, like giving himself a chance to reconsider. It’s futile; he made up his mind a long time ago.

And then Kylo runs. He runs in the opposite direction, he runs from Rey, he runs from his victory, he runs from every lesson beat into him, and he instead runs towards something else entirely. Towards his hope, his respite, his safety, his partner, his everything. He feels deep down in the most core parts of himself that he just crossed a line he’ll never be able to uncross—and he finds that he doesn’t want to. Snow tries to suck him down, decaying plants grab at the edges of his robes, that hissing voice inside his head screams, but he ignores it all. Nothing can stop him now. His breath burns in his lungs, icy and angry and desperate. He feels her so acutely, feels her pain and every emotion and thought within her head, and it’s this that makes him realize he doesn’t know what to do were that to suddenly disappear, snuffed out like a flame, leaving him feeling like he’s missing the second half of himself. He’s been too late for a lot of things; too late to make up for what he’s done, too late to make things different, too late to make the right choice.

Please don’t let him be too late for this.

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“I thought you were the good guys.”

The blaster readjusts in the hands holding it, the barrel shifting upwards like it wants to give you a better view of where your demise is going to come from. The woman behind it keeps one eye shut, the other glaring at you as she snarls at your words. “We are the good guys.”

The face of this girl you used to know is now foreign to you, aged by the terrors of war and the fight for survival just like yours is. You can’t even remember her name. Your hand shakes desperately against her wrist, as if it’ll do anything to keep back the inevitable. Blood drips down into your left eye, your breathing rasps past your lips. Your other hand lays limp in the snow, a blaster shot cutting clean through your forearm and rendering it useless. Your lightsaber is somewhere nearby, knocked from your grasp at the same moment an elbow had connected with your jaw.

“You say that, but you all stoop to the same levels you criticize us for.” You spit at her, bloody teeth bared. “What do you think this is? A game to see who can come out on top with more innocence? Don’t kid yourselves.”

The girl’s eyes flare with anger so acute you can see the sparks. She brings her heavy-booted foot down on the blaster wound in your arm, putting as much pressure as possible. You choke out a scream as pain eats you alive, nausea blooming in your stomach. Blood spurts beneath the sole of her shoe, trickling down your charred skin and onto the snow below. “Quit talking like you fucking know anything. You’re vile. You get off on killing us. You deserve whatever fate waits for you in hell.” She jerks your hand off her wrist, gripping it and twisting sharply. Bones crack, more agony. Your mouth merely hangs open, sound unable to come out as your vision flashes white.

You feel as though your body is not yours, your pain cutting the ropes that kept the second part of you inside, allowing it to linger nearby as if this is all happening to someone else. Maybe it’s because you’re empty of your abilities, your muscles and blood no longer able to harbor the power of the Force. You’d used it all up a while ago when you were fighting a different group of rebels. Now you’re left so depleted you can’t even call your lightsaber to you, nor can you seem to keep your soul inside your own body. You look again at the blaster in her hands, you look into the black pit of the barrel. Is that what it’ll feel like? Black nothingness? You think so.

There’s nobody nearby to hear you, to come help—save—you. The Fleet is off fighting their battles in the skies, Kylo is occupied with Rey, you can’t call for backup. This was the rebels plan, after all. They wanted you to separate so you weren’t as strong, so that you could be taken down easier. You’ll admit that they were smart in taking the risk, it clearly worked in their favor. You should’ve been smarter, you should’ve noticed the signs and known not to follow the bait. You should’ve kept your head clear rather than letting the idea of this victory cloud your thoughts. You should’ve known to check your surroundings through the Force so you didn’t get overwhelmed by the rebels. You were stupid in the heat of the moment and you’re going to pay for it. You deserve it. You left BB-12 back in your ship so he didn’t get injured—even if he is a droid. You hope he’ll be okay.

You can’t keep your eyes open anymore, the action using too much strength that you don’t have. The cold of the snow is setting in, making your body numb. Your pain seems so far away when it’s like that. There’s a shift, the blaster clicking, and you know what’s going to happen. That’s fine. You couldn’t escape it forever.

You expect it to happen, for that shot of hot plasma to pierce through your heart and for all of this to come to an end. Your limbs relax in preparation—but it doesn’t come. Instead, there’s an explosion of noises all at once. Your ears feel like they’re submerged in water but you can still hear the screams in fear and anger and confusion, the stomping of feet as people try to run, and the screech of an unstable lightsaber as it swings through the air and through human flesh. The weight of that girl on your chest is lifted so rapidly that breath finds its way back into your lungs in a heaving gasp that has your entire body burning in agony.

It takes less than a minute before silence settles over the clearing. The smell of fresh death hits your nose. You can barely manage to open your eyes again, merely squinting up at Kylo standing over you. His black uniform makes him cut such an intimidating shape against the white backdrop of the snow and watery sky, the silver lining on his helmet reflecting it. His breathing is coming out as ragged static through his modifier, chest heaving. His lightsaber clicks off and he attaches it to his belt, calling yours to him as he does and putting it right next to his own.

It feels like a dream that he’s actually here, that he picks you up and cradles you so carefully so he doesn’t irritate your wounds. When he lifts you, you see the carnage he left. Every rebel lays dead on the ground, their bodies getting buried under the snow that’s begun to fall. Kylo’s warmth under your cheek almost doesn’t feel real… you should be dead. You deserve to be dead. When you sent out that final plea through the Force, you never expected him to answer.

“I’m sorry.” You croak. “I messed it up. You lost them because of me. You should’ve left me-“

“Don’t.” Kylo snaps. Your body jostles with his movements as he walks. “Don’t say that.“

Even with your fading strength, you can still feel him through the bond you share. He was terrified, he was terrified of the possibility of losing you. He was terrified of how willing you were to give up; he could sense those final moments. He’s so angry at himself for nearly letting it happen, for letting the rebels get the upper hand like this.

“We will find them again,” he promises you. He pauses, the silence filled with the crunch of snow beneath his boots. “The same could not be said if I lost you.”

[hamliet]

Less of a question but I was never an avid manga reader till 2019 and mha was the first manga I kept track of weekly, and I read Tokyo ghoul after it ended, and seeing everyone be dissatisfied with how Tokyo ghoul ended after keeping up weekly is something I’m reminded of after seeing the latest chapter of mha. So this is what it feels like to witness 6 years of a character you hold in high regard be undermined(to put it lightly). I’m rather sad, but I can’t help but feel fondness for shigaraki even if the way he ended wasn’t satisfying, how do u feel about how mha has gone?

Yeah it does feel very reminiscent of Tokyo Ghoul in that they just went "ah yes, killing the right people is actually how we solve world issues." Which I find morally reprehensible, but also genuinely bad writing because the story as a whole doesn't support this message.

@linkspooky explained in her meta yesterday why Deku has completely failed as a character, and why the manga has failed thematically as a story. I'm just gonna say I completely agree with Link.

To be fair, I'm not sure Shigaraki is dead dead, but either way, it's bad writing and it doesn't conclude his arc with any sort of satisfactory element. Like, why would Shigaraki see Deku as different than anyone else who tried to punch him? That's nonsensical and written from the POV of an audience, not from Shigaraki's POV. It's like in Star Wars when Rey calls herself "Rey Skywalker" when she knew Luke for 3 days and none of the people she was actually close to (Leia, Han, Ben) were Skywalkers. That's writing for the audience, with their perspective, ignoring the logic of your story. It defies believability because the character does not have that perspective. It's "forced" because the audience can see the hand of the author.

If Shigaraki is dead dead... Not gonna Star Wars this one again, but since I also hated the ending of The Rise of Skywalker, I must make a comparison. The idea that Deku may have saved Shigaraki's heart but couldn't save his body (which to be honest, nothing in the actual chapter supports, but if he stays dead might be the argument) is still bad writing. Why? Because to Shigaraki didn't even make the decision himself. He didn't sacrifice anything. How can his heart be saved if he had nothing to do with it? Saving an object is easy as pie. Saving a person is different, and that's what the whole story has been about. Like, in TROS, Kylo Ren gave his life for Rey! Was it stupid? Yes! But at least his "saved heart" did something. Shigaraki's saved heart did what exactly?

So then, is the message that Deku failed? Then why isn't it framed as a failure? Why was BNHA never set up to be a grimdark tragedy? If he failed, then shouldn't he have a miserable ending? Unless it's "heroes always become bad guys and life is unfair," but then shouldn't Deku be framed critically?

Basically, Horikoshi can't come back writing-wise from this in BNHA, and it's sad to see.

Horikoshi's biggest flaw throughout the entire story was that he kept flip-flopping on what he wanted to say, and made the characters more about his trying to please every single fan than about being, well, characters to explore important questions he has that are worthwhile. And you can do this while still having a "cool" factor!

Instead the characters tell us one thing while cocooning Deku in the sweet bliss that no one ever has on this earth--being 100% right all the time. And it's sad, because BNHA had so much potential as a story to challenge its audience and entertain too.

I thought even if it flopped in some aspects it'd at least get this right. It's disappointing.

Anyways every day that goes by I want to send Isayama and his editors flowers for actually writing a thematically coherent ending, even if some aspects were dropped or messy along the way.

[crucifiedfaerie]

Sparring Sessions ༉₊˚✧

Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

➴ Summary: When Snoke makes you his training partner against his wishes, Kylo vows to make your little sessions as nightmarish as possible. But it gets increasingly more difficult for him as his feelings for you grow.

➴ Word Count: 3.2k

➴ Warnings: no actual smut but lots of sexual tension and slightly implied smut so 18+ MDNI, slowburn ??, snoke in his matchmaker era ???, reader's AND kylo's POV, kylo ren is a mean emotionally stunted dickhead as always, mean!kylo to soft!kylo, so much tension and mutual pining, reader has some fire in her and doesn't take his bs, crylo ren, A LOT of angst, a little bit of fluff, swearing, typos and saint being illiterate probably.

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: guys i kinda hate how this turned out. but idk im chronically too hard on myself at all times so maybe im just in my head about it. nonetheless, i really hope you guys enjoy. theres no smut in this one, and it is a oneshot currently, but if you guys do actually like it and request a part two, i will definitely consider making a part two with smut. also adam driver is sooo sexy in that gif like... LOOK AT HIM !!

Kylo Ren was always a loner at heart, sparing little attention towards his peers, let alone attempting to seek out positive relationships with them. He simply preferred to be left alone, his hot-headedness couldn't handle a person even remotely getting in his way.

The day Snoke told him he would be getting a training partner, he retreated to his quarters and threw what can only be described as a temper tantrum. His lightsaber shrieked as he swung at the durasteel walls, shouting profanities with each hit.

The following morning when you enthusiastically offered your hand to shake, Kylo simply stared at you. His dark eyes narrowed as they flitted from your outstretched hand to your face in a deadly glare. "We are not, and will not be friends... let's make that very clear." He stated coldly.

However, with each passing day, his hatred for you turned into something different. Despite Kylo's annoyance, he couldn't deny how beautiful you looked and he was constantly catching himself lowering his gaze to your lips.

As the months passed, your relationship built on hate evolved into a strange competition of who could annoy each other the most. Your constant bickering had even started to piss off the Stormtroopers.

The two of you would spend the first ten minutes of your sessions arguing over who got the shittier, cracked training saber. Kylo's favorite excuse being "I won more matches yesterday so I should get the better one." He'd use that even if it weren't true, as if he were hoping you'd somehow forgotten you'd beaten him multiple times the day before.

Some mornings you would breeze past him as he walked down the hall to the training bay. You'd sprint through the doors and hear his footsteps quicken behind you. Your level of speed was something Kylo could never match, which always made him mad. By the time he would make it through the doors, you would already be holding the better training saber, twirling it around in your hand. "Too slow, Ren." You would sneer at him.

Other times, Kylo would arrive to the training bay early, knowing by now that being punctual wasn't necessarily your thing. When you would try to take it from him, he would raise the saber as far as he could in the air, smirking as he took pleasure in watching your futile attempts to jump up and reach it. If Kylo's speed was inferior to yours, your height was most certainly inferior to Kylo's.

He would tell himself he hated how physically close you were to him in those moments, but deep down he knew that wasn't true. Each brush of fabric or slight bump against his side made his heart race... made him feel... something. And whatever it was, he resented you for making him feel that way.

This morning you had woken up feeling different. Your feelings for Kylo had been slowly evolving as well, and you seemed to be unable to get his dark eyes and stupid smirk out of your head. Truth be told, you were beginning to grow tired of how he treated you like some nuisance he only found pleasure in tormenting. As you walked down the quiet halls of Starkiller, you decided you were in no mood for his games today.

"Ten minutes late." Kylo shook his head, "That has got to be a new personal record." He jeered.

You scoff at him and roll your eyes, ignoring his jab and walking past him to pick up the damaged training saber he left for you. With your feet planted firmly on the floor, you take a fighting stance, waiting for him to make the first move.

Kylo lunged at you and instinctively you ducked, catching his saber with your own before pushing it away from your body.

You blocked each other's attacks in silence, the only sounds that filled the room were yours and Kylo's breathing and the clicks of dull metal blades hitting each other.

Kylo watched you intently with a dark gaze, gritting his teeth. Your fiery attitude always amused him. It was something he secretly really liked about you, so your silence today was unnerving. The longer you ignored him, the more he wanted to catch your attention.

"Hey." He said in a low tone as he dodged another one of your attacks.

Your eyes snap to his, narrowing. "What?"

Kylo took in your annoyed expression as a smirk tugged at his lips. He stepped closer, attempting to take a swipe at your abdomen with his blade before answering.

"You're looking lovely today." He smirked, attempting to catch you off guard.

You jumped back from his attack, his blade mere inches from making contact with your skin. "Very funny, Ren." You rolled your eyes, emphasizing his name in a sneer.

Kylo slightly shrugged, still smirking. "Why's it funny? Am I not allowed to compliment you?" He challenged, his tone still teasing.

"Not when it's laced with sarcasm." You mock his tone, taking another hard swing at him.

Kylo's lips curled into a smug grin as he catches your blade with his, pausing his attacks to look down at you, blades still touching. "But what if it isn't sarcasm?" He mused. In reality, he did genuinely think you looked lovely, but in the moment he was being sarcastic to get a reaction from you.

You laughed, ignoring his question. "You know for someone who hates my guts, you sure do try to make quite a bit of conversation with me." You took the opportunity to use your saber to knock his from his hands, sending it to the floor with a clatter. "I'd even say you have a crush on me or something." You jabbed, smirking.

Kylo's jaw clenched at your words, his fists tightening as he watched his saber fall to the ground. He tried to hide that your words struck a nerve with him, and that you were completely right. He did hate you... once upon a time, but things were different now and he absolutely despised how easily you could call him on his bullshit.

"Fucking- shut up." He snapped.

You let out a small huff of a laugh. He was never good at hiding his anger.

"With pleasure." You dropped your saber to the floor and gave a sarcastic curtsy before walking past him, bumping shoulders with him on purpose as you made your way to the door.

Kylo's eye twitched. "You-" He was filled with an insurmountable amount of rage at your audacity. You had really gotten under his skin this time. "Where do you think you're going? Training doesn't end for another two hours." He demanded, his tone shifting dramatically towards cold authority.

You groaned in annoyance. "To my quarters to be alone... Away from you! I'm done for the day."

Kylo scoffed at you, his ego bruised. "Of course you're going to run off. You're too much of a baby to train with me." He stepped in front of you, blocking your straight path to the door as he crossed his arms.

"Asshole." You rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath before swiftly darting around him and out the door, leaving him alone in the training room.

His pride was hurt, and he wasn't going to let this go. He stood in the training bay doorway and shouted at you down the hall. "You know what? Don't bother coming back tomorrow! I'll tell Snoke having you as a training partner was a mistake, that you'll never be good enough to train with me."

"Fine!" You shouted back at him, waving your hand in the air behind you and not even turning to look in his direction. "I'm done being treated like scum by you anyways!" You turn the corner, leaving him standing at the end of the empty hall.

Panic and regret instantly washed over him as he watched you disappear around the corner. Kylo didn't actually want you gone, he only said it to get under your skin. He wasn't expecting you to so nonchalantly agree.

Why did I do that?

Kylo tried so hard to resist the thoughts and feelings he had for you that plagued his mind, how just the sight of you made him feel... funny. He always thought that maybe if he was mean enough to you, they would go away. But now with you gone completely, the feelings only rose to the surface.

"Fuck." He muttered to himself as he leaned on the doorframe, face in his hands.

When he looked up his expression hardened, noticing a Stormtrooper in the training bay staring at him. "What are you looking at!?" He yelled.

That night you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the events in your head, which only made you angrier.

You massaged your temples in annoyance. "Stupid fucking man-child with his stupid fucking beautiful face and h-"

Your mumbling was interrupted by a light tapping at your door. It was pretty late, and most of the crew was asleep, so you were confused as to who would be knocking on your door at this hour. You were in no mood to talk to anyone though, so you just laid there, hoping whoever it was would go away.

After a few moments of silence, you heard Kylo's voice on the other side of the door.

"It's uh... It's me. I know you can hear me." The sound of his voice caught you off guard, his tone was one you'd never heard from him before. He sounded almost... sheepish.

"I'm sleeping." You shout back to him.

You thought you heard him let out a small laugh. "No you aren't. I just wanted to talk to you. Just- Can I come in? Please?" There was a slight whine to his voice.

You got up and swung the door open, glaring at him. "What?" You gestured for him to enter, your annoyance with him clear from your expression and hand movements.

Kylo stepped into your room, before you practically slammed it shut. He looked as if he were trying to look everywhere but directly at you. "I just... wanted you to know I'm..." He couldn't even finish his sentence. "I shouldn't have said what I said earlier."

You laughed, leaning against your door. "Are you in my room... apologizing to me right now? I'm sorry I just wanna make sure I'm not in some weird dream." You looked at him with a mixture of amusement and perplexity.

Kylo scoffed at you, trying to hide the slight strain in his voice. "I'm not apologizing. I'm just being... courteous... for once."

"..... Courteous?" You laughed, unable to hide how much enjoyment you were getting from this.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, shifting slightly. "Look, just because I'm here doesn't mean I'm not still pissed at you. I'm not saying I'm sorry. I do still despise you, after all."

"Oh, sure." You said sarcastically, nodding your head. "Because when I despise a person, I definitely feel the need to come to their room at midnight to explain myself."

Kylo's eye twitched as you called him out. "I do despise you! I just realized I may have gone too far, so don't be so full of yourself. Gods- I wouldn't have come here if I knew you'd be such a nightmare!"

You sighed, the amusement fading back into hurt and contempt. "If you only came here to insult me and make the situation worse, you can leave and never see me again. Which I'm sure you would love."

He took a step closer to you, pausing before speaking as a twinge of guilt crossed his expression. "Please stay." He tried to sound stern, but he knew he was in no position to give you any commands. "Look... just... come back to training tomorrow." He could feel the power slipping through his fingers.

You've gone soft, Ren. Lost your edge.

Your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. "I'll see you tomorrow." You said coldly, opening the door and gesturing for him to leave.

Kylo's brow furrowed, his ego bruised once again by your attitude towards him, but relieved that you agreed to stay. "Fine." He replied, a glint of anger returning to his eyes.

He went to storm out of your quarters, before stopping in his tracks just outside your door. "I... goodnight." He sounded pained.

What is wrong with me?

You laughed at him again, which only made him seethe. When he turned around to say something though, he realized you had already shut the door, leaving him in the dark emptiness of the hallway.

Kylo clenched his fists, his eyes burning with anger and want. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, trying to ignore the nagging thought of just... being honest with you about his feelings. Apologizing and asking you to come with him back to his chambers.

Don't be fucking stupid, Ren. She wouldn't want that. Just go now and save yourself the embarrassment.

He walked back towards his quarters, his head hung low, thoughts racing. When he entered his room, he slowly made his way to his bed before collapsing on the soft, dark sheets.

He attempted to rationalize the situation in his head, tried to brush off the entire interaction as nothing.

It's fine. This is just how we are. Tomorrow, we'll go back to normal.

Except none of it felt normal anymore.

Kylo was a mess. The entire ordeal had knocked him completely off balance, making him question himself for the first time. He took a deep breath, the anger in his heart fading to soul crushing emptiness.

Gods- Why am I like this? Every time I want to be kind, I end up going cold and pushing her even further away... I couldn't even say I was sorry and now she fucking hates me.

I dont even know why I want to be so nice to her, she constantly has an attitude and she acts like she's better than me.

His heart sank as he realized.

She is better than me.

He fought back tears, ashamed by his own weakness. Kylo laid completely still, taking a few more deep breaths before finally surrendering.

He shuddered as tears began to fall, and for the first time in his life, he wished he had someone there who he didn't have to hide his pain from.

You sat on the edge of your bed, knee bouncing and staring at the floor. Your mind was running a million light years a minute as you argued with yourself, your heartache and your anger having a moral battle.

I shouldn't have been so harsh, he seemed genuinely remorseful there for a moment... until I made fun of him.

Oh please. Ren is never remorseful about anything. He just enjoys tormenting me at training and was worried about losing that.

But there was an air about Kylo tonight... something different. Something softer that only a trained eye could have seen. And you saw it, you know you did. It was something you had never seen from him before.

I need to talk to him.

You quickly stood up and rushed out the door of your quarters. You didn't make it twenty feet down the hallway before you ran into something- someone.

You yelped at the sudden collision. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the quiet hallway you looked up and your eyes connected with Kylo's. Usually he had this perpetual expression of anger on his face, but now he looked... sad?

It's him.

It's her.

Kylo froze, his body tensing slightly once he realized you were mere inches from him. He had a second realization, and a small wave of excitement and nervousness washed over him.

Did she come to see me too?

"W-what are you doing here?" You whispered, not wanting to admit you were headed to see him.

"What are you doing here?" Kylo asked back, tilting his head. The truth was, he had just finished crying and he was fighting the urge to tell you how badly he needed you. How every time you're near him he finds himself gazing at your lips. How he absolutely adores your fiery attitude that always comes out the most during your sparring sessions, despite how much he pretended to hate it. It was a losing battle, he could only hide how he felt for so long.

"I asked first..." You attempt to retort, but trailing off as you notice his tear stained cheeks in the dim lighting of the hallway. Your expression softens. "Ren, have you been crying?"

Before you could even begin to process the foreign idea of someone as cold as Kylo crying, your face was in his hands and his lips were crashing into yours.

You froze initially, before melting into him. His kiss was full of need, months of tension snapping as your lips moved against his. He moved his hands down to wrap his arms around you. His grip on you was gentle but he held you tightly, as if he feared you would disappear at any moment.

Kylo pulled away just for a moment to breathe, pressing his forehead against yours. His heart raced with emotion, and his body felt entirely out of his control.

"I don't care if you hate me, I just couldn't survive much longer without telling you how much I need you." His voice was soft but there was a tinge of desperation to it.

Your fingers snaked their way through his dark locks. "I never hated you, I just thought you hated me." You smiled slightly, out of breath.

The energy from your touch and your words surged through Kylo's body, any remnants of the fear and contempt he felt just hours ago had now disappeared completely.

"I only ever hated myself for feeling something I didn't understand. But I understand now." He whispered before kissing you again, this time more urgently.

You were everything Kylo ever wanted. Your touch, your voice, your presence. Everything about you enchanted him and in that moment he felt like he had known you for far longer than he actually had. He couldn't stop kissing you, and he never wanted to stop.

Instinctively, you moaned against his mouth. The sound of the sweet noises he drew from you made his whole body feel like it was on fire. He pushed you against the durasteel wall, his lips sliding down your neck and then back up to your mouth. He smirked against your skin at your soft gasps of pleasure.

Kylo pulled away again for a moment, his dilated eyes locked on yours as he breathed heavily. He quickly took your hand into his own, gripping it tightly before taking a few steps back, pulling you away from the wall and leading you down the hallway to his quarters.

The sounds of your hushed laughter and shushing of each other filled the quiet of the hallway as you both practically ran hand in hand. If someone else had been in the halls, you would have looked like two school children running off to do something you shouldn't.

You knew you would both be late to training tomorrow morning, and so did he... but neither of you really cared.

[number1villainstan]

“Enough!” Snoke bellows, cutting through the noise of He did it! She did it! It’s their fault not mine! The three standing below his giant hologram shut up. “General Hux. Captain Phasma. Kylo Ren. Your failure to work as a proper team is what caused this disaster and delayed the construction of Starkiller. All three of you are at fault.” He pauses to let the implied ultimatum sink in. “I thought that your loyalty to the First Order would be enough, but it is clear now that the three of you need extra motivation.” That’s when the lightning starts. Snoke watches the trio fall to the ground, struggling to keep their screams of pain inside and soundless. “From now on, you three will be a set. You will be responsible for each other. Should one of you make a mistake, the others must correct it, for it will be answered upon all three of your heads.”

The captain-commander is the first to peel herself off the ground. Snoke can feel her indignation, but—wisely—when she opens her mouth all that comes out is “Understood, Supreme Leader.”

“Understood, my Master,” Kylo Ren echoes, pulling himself up into a kneeling position.

The general is the last. “Understood, Supreme Leader,” he hisses, one of the rare times when he has less control over his own anger than Kylo Ren.

“Good. You are dismissed,” Snoke says, and then ends the call.

He sits back, satisfied. Such a tactic is likely to breed resentment between the three, which is exactly the point—more specifically, it’s meant to breed further resentment between Kylo Ren and the other two, who have been working together for far longer. Kylo still has trouble holding onto his anger; perhaps this more direct and constant source will help. And the others—

Well. He has plans for the others.

Yes, he thinks, congratulating himself on his own cleverness. This will do wonderfully.

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This was going to be a first scene in my September MSP, but I ended up scrapping the idea in favor of a different because lack of inspiration/motivation/time. It was a semi-canon-divergent AU where Snoke, using collective punishment to attempt to drive a wedge in between Kylo, Hux, and Phasma in order to drive Kylo further into the Dark Side, accidentally makes them instead bond with each other in an "I'd trust these people to break me out of jail even if they'd make fun of me the whole time" kind of way. I'm posting it here because I think I did a pretty banger job with Snoke's POV here and don't want to just lose it, even if I scrapped the idea it was supposed to belong to.

[raparopa]

Hello! May I request general hux with a resistance reader who saves him like he's all bleeding out and dieing but the reader comes along and scoops him up to patch him up for whatever reason maybe they know he's the spy or smth? Anyway have a good day and take care of yourself :)

-🍷

a/n: I am very happy to write about star wars))) thanks for the request! Looking forward to more posts from you guys!

warnings: language (?), mention of blood and violence, reader's POV, I don't know what first order prison cells look like

pairing: Armitage Hux x fem!resistance!reader

hux! hux?

All I found was blood running from my lip and dripping onto the floor of the cell the First Order put me in. In fact, there was nothing surprising in the fact that I was in captivity. When you fight for freedom, you prepare yourself for the fact that sooner or later you will have to give up your life or freedom for your goal.

They needed someone who has information, well, and in addition, someone who knows Rey and her plans (apparently for Kylo Ren's personal purposes, each time he can get it as he can).

I wiped the blood from my face with my palm and found scarlet spots on the skin. I've been in possession for so long that I've already lost track of time. But it was better than facing endless interrogations and forceful methods again. In order not to go crazy, I count the scratches on the seemingly safe walls of my cell and have almost reached a hundred ...

Out of my field of vision, hurried, ragged steps were heard, as if my unexpected guest doubted his actions. I was filled with curiosity, but I didn't move, only peering out of the corner of my eye at the metal that had replaced the wall that opened onto the corridor. But my brain suddenly flashed when something red flashed behind the wall. I turned my head too, extremely sharply when I realized who exactly disturbed my prison peace.

Hux.

Hux!

Hux?

The First Order general stood in front of the door that led to the cell, his face haughty and his chin held high. My brows furrowed as soon as I saw him. He was alone, unguarded, and not even Phasma was around. The corridor was completely empty, only two sides of the same war face to face, separated this time only by an iron grid of bars.

Something was clearly wrong, and you didn't have to be Force sensitive to feel it.

-You,- he said harshly to me. -Come here immediately.

I raised my eyebrows, amazed at the turn of events.

-For what? -I said with a stupid smile. -To what? He grinned viciously, quickly turning his head to the sides, surveying the corridor.

-Get over here quickly, Y/L!- he hissed angrily through his teeth, inaudibly hitting the iron with his fist.

The smile immediately disappeared from my face, and I cautiously got up from the bunk, striding over the distance between them, cautiously pushing my shoulder forward, as if for an attack.

-Closer! You want the entire First Order to run? Stupid revolutionary...!

-Yes, I’m coming!”-I interrupted his angry tirade and slid closer to the grate, crossing my arms over my chest. -What owes such close attention to the general personally?

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at my outburst.

- What, the sadistic vein woke up? Came to take another session of torture? I said that I...

-I'm a spy.

I froze in mid-sentence, interrupted by his sharp, like a shot, statement, and my hands fell like those of a weak-willed rag doll.

-What?- I blurted out involuntarily.

-I'm a spy! How many more times do you have to say it before it gets to your rebel head? I am a spy for the First Order.

My face stretched and my stomach twisted into a tight tube as my mind frantically processed what it had just said and the full meaning finally dawned on me.

-It can not be...

-May be.

-But why?! How so?! - I had a hundred questions and a hundred words spinning on my tongue, but I managed to say only this, and that, with great difficulty. Hux chuckled, eyes flashing.

-I don't care who wins - the Resistance or the First Order, I want Kylo Ren to lose.

-Kriff…- I breathed. Armitage Hux was a fucking traitor, the one who sent data to the Resistance, helped us all along. It couldn't even be called a dream, more like a hallucination, a mirage that caused the hot sun if I was on Tatooine now.

-That changes everything... That's all...- I almost suffocated from everything that was happening. -Kriff...- I looked up at him, thinking that I would find at least a hint that he was lying, but at the mention of Kylo Ren, his face was contorted with such anger that there was no doubt left - he had just confessed to me that he was spying for the Resistance. -And now what? How can I use this information?

Hux lifted his chin again.

- I have data that will be useful to the Resistance. I will give them to you, and you will give them to your general.

-I don’t know if it’s noticeable or not,- I giggled nervously, leaning my shoulder against the cold wall. - But I'm still in the cell. I'm in prison. And a little shocked, but that doesn't matter. Now I wanted to laugh out loud, loud enough for the whole galaxy to hear. Kriff, Poe, and Finn will rip me to the bone if they find out!

Hux rolled his eyes in annoyance again.

- I'll help you leave so that you pay the least attention to yourself and make the least noise. As you usually do, children of Leia.

I thought.

-Why do you think I'll believe you, red-headed bastard?- I said low and softly, staring fixedly at his painfully pale face. He curled his lips arrogantly.

-Don't think. You have no other choice, rebel scum. Well, do you just rot here.

x x x

Surprisingly, this red-haired trickster kept his word and pulled me out of the cell. True, of course, damn it, it didn’t work out without noise, and we drew attention to ourselves. Both. And now Hux was called not a spy, but a traitor and a deserter.

I picked up the stunned stormtrooper's new blaster as I fired at the others around the corner. There was nothing left before the cherished ship, here they are, the cherished couple of meters to my freedom, a little more, and I will again be able to breathe deeply.

I pulled the trigger on the blaster again, glare flickered down the hallway. I saw that somewhere, among the stormtroopers, Hux was flickering - he was darting about in a black-orange spot against the background of light armor and it was hard not to notice him, but he worried me the least while I was fighting for my life again. My eyes were covered with a scarlet veil of excitement and hatred, while the blaster in my hands heated up, and the soldiers remained less and less. Somewhere I heard a loud exclamation, and a strange, dull thud, but I did not pay attention, jumping out from around the corner and removing the rest of the obstacles from the horizon, making my way to the ships.

I looked at every centimeter I passed—quickly, but quickly, adrenaline filled my limbs with unprecedented lightness, blood pounded in my ears, and then my eyes opened and closed several times.

-what, you got shot?- I asked for some reason, as if it was not obvious from Hux, who was pinned to the wall, and a pool of blood near him.

He didn't answer, just looking at me in fear.

-Kriff…- I muttered, shoving the Imperial blaster into my belt. -Where to?-Where is the injury?

He shook his head and I saw how his uniform was smoking in the area of ​​the left shoulder.

-Well, how is it ... - for some reason, I escaped with regret. -Give me a hand. I extended my hand to him.

-Go away,- he fished out a block with information from his pocket with great difficulty and jabbed it at my shoulder.

This made me angry. For some reason I wanted to help him stay alive, he would have died anyway, if I had left him here, he would either bleed out or be shot before I got to the base.

Why am I thinking about this?

I'm sure it's only because he pulled me out of the cell.

Only because of this.

I'm sure.

- And he said that I was a fool, - with an unprecedented force for myself, I grabbed his collar of a black uniform and pulled it towards me, putting the already former general on his feet. Hux immediately hunched over, almost collapsing. -Give at least a modicum of effort so I can help!- I barked at him.

He gave me a wild look, but complied, wrapping his good arm around me like a lifeline.

-You would have been killed here anyway, but at least there is a small chance that you will live longer ...- I muttered to myself under my breath, dragging him along with me. - I'm sure Leia will be very ... glad ...

-She'll kill me.- He protested weakly.

-She won’t kill you,- I drawled. -Other guys are doing this in the Resistance. Moreover, we value guys like you, well, who know a lot about the rear of the enemy. - The power slowly began to leave me, but there was not much left. -Besides, from our base it is much more interesting to watch the defeat of Kylo Ren than dangerously close to him.

Hux mumbled something incomprehensibly, hobbling, trying to echo my heavy steps. Probably agreed. How strange.

x x x

The troughs of the First Order weren't as disgusting as I had previously thought. The general collapsed on another seat, sighing as if he was about to split into two. The ship jumped into hyperspace and I jumped out of my pilot's seat, grabbing my first aid kit.

-Come on, taking off your tunic.-I ordered, and Hux immediately stopped dragging out his extreme drama, again looking at me in fear.

-You look like I haven’t seen naked men.- I grunted, sitting on the floor. -Come on, come on, I’ll treat you, General Hux.

[soloscavenger353]

Im going to start this off by saying that I’m kinda writing this post hoping to convinced of some other POV if I’m being honest.

But I do think if the choice came to Qimir or the dark side (being Plaguesis’ apprentice), I do think Osha would choose the dark side. I don’t know how Qimir will explain to her that Plagueis is his master without Osha pulling away. I don’t necessarily see her being able to k!ll him in cold blood, but I can see him realizing that Osha needs this to become her “best” self and convincing her to finish him off. On top of that, as much as I love Leslye and the narrative she created of Osha choosing her path, I also think that Osha might become another Rey, destined to be alone because of this potential ultimatum.

Qimir, I could see, easily choosing Osha over the dark side. We know he’s down bad, and that if given the choice to k!ll Osha and take his place as the rightful acolyte vs him saving Osha, he would always save her 10000%.

The rule of two seems to be a tragic bind on their story and unless Leslye has already thought ahead, and has kept the interest of the Osha x Qimir fans (like myself) in her mind, then I just don’t see a third way. I obviously hope that they become Ren, and I do see potential in that as she has stated that Kylos theme has been played in the story for a reason. My hope will always be that they escape the island and continue their lives together.

I don’t see a way unless Osha does some serious work on who she is and what she really craves.

[beskarinhyperspace]

A Ripple In Space |Kylo Ren, *ongoing

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

// AO3 | Wattpad | MASTERLIST

You have been kidnaped and brought on the finalizer where you meet the famous Kylo Ren. The one who brought so much fear and destruction to the galaxy. Not being able to know the truth about your identity, he keeps you imprisoned on his ship.

Both POV Fem.reader insert

*Canon Divergence, slow burn, softdom, hurt/comfort **Kylo is supreme leader, Rey? we don't know her..

Tags; slow burn, fluff, smutt, angst, comfort, touch starved kylo, fools in love, insecure kylo, he needs a hug, feelings, plot with p, no y/n, pet names.

1. More Air - Silly girl, I need you alive..

2. Black And Grey - What is this? What does he want?

3. Leather And Blaster Dust  - This was a new kind of power, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

4. Viper - I just want to know you more.

5. Prejudice -I want to do that with you, all of you.

6. Negotiations -"What can I say, I’m an extreme individual.."

[readingreylo]

The best Reylo Fanfics I read in 2022

(Not necessarily written in 2022)

My 2021 wrap up was such a hit I thought I would do another one! While I didn't read nearly as many fanfics this year, I did discover a few new authors whose bodies of work are just *chef kiss*.

(Don't forget to check out my All Time Favourite Fic list and my pinned post with all my rec lists!)

And in no particular order...

Dog Day Open Hydrant by LinearA | @linearao3 | Explicit | 4k | One Shot | PWP | Modern AU | Summertime | Strangers to Lovers | Antagonism | Fireman!Ben Solo | It's too hot for this shit | One Night stand ??? | Ben POV | "Ben's come to close an open hydrant. The kids playing in it don't want him to, and a pretty girl on the street is backing them up."

Get Close by iffyluv | Explicit | 4k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Snowed-in | Cuddling for warmth | Co-workers | Multi POV | Stranded on the side of the road during a blizzard, Ben and Rey share a blanket to stay warm *wiggles eyebrows*

Take Your Shot by Anonymous | Explicit | 4k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Hook-up | Strangers | "secret" identity | Missed Connections | Soccer/football | Multi POV | Rey hooks up with a guy at a sport bar not realizing he might be a famous player. Ben solo aka Kylo Ren of First Order Premier League is visiting his parents in his home town and stops by a pub for a drink...

A for... by crossingwinter | @shmisolo | Explicit | 5k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Maturbation | Anal Sex | Co-workers | Jewish!Ben Solo | Falling in love | Rey POV | A fantastically written oneshot about Rey's affinity for anal sex and how she ends up having it with Ben Solo.

tell me you recognize defeat by emphemeron | @emphemeron | Explicit | 10k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Office setting | Co-workers | Friends to Lovers but Rey's too stupid to see it coming | Zero discussions of boundaries | mildly dubious consent | ANGST because Rey is an idiot | Shy!Ben Solo | Rey POV | "Rey just wants to be friends with the tall, quiet IT specialist who sits by himself at the company all-hands meetings."

Yes, and... by slipgoingunder | @slipgoingunder | Explicit | 10k | Complete | PWP | Modern AU | Actors | Christmas | behind the scenes of making a Hallmark movie | Mistaken Identity | Actress!Rey | Acting coach!Ben Solo | Rey POV | "Newbie actress Rey lands the starring role in a Hallmark Christmas Movie...but she finds it's not so easy to become a wholesome Hallmark heroine. Enter a mysterious stranger who just might turn out to be her Christmas angel."

Ben Solo Is Not His Brother's Keeper by LyricalRiot | @lyricalriot | Explicit | 13k | Complete | Historical AU | Unspecific Setting | Strangers to Lovers | MISUNDERSTANDINGS | Arranged Marriage | Prima Noctis vibes | Infidelity | Ben and Poe are brothers | Hunting/trapping | Han Solo is an idiot | Poe and Rey are engaged | Loss of Virginity | Deflowering Ritual | HEA | Multi POV | It is expected that the great honor of deflowering his bride will fall to Poe's younger brother Ben. Ben who is secretly in love with Poe's bride wishes he was dead.

Orion by ianixela | @ianixela | Explicit | 14k | Complete | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Slowish burn | Photojournalist!Rey | Guide!Ben Solo | Ex-military!Ben Solo | Amputee!Ben Solo | PTSD | Implied/referenced abortion | Past Adultry | Desert | Oasis | Stranded togther | HEA | Reylo Baby | Rey POV | "Rey Niima finds herself in the Saharan desert trying to heal wounds from her life, and Ben Solo is there too, fixing himself along the way."

The Single Father by xtenn | @xavtenn | Explicit | 15k | Complete | Modern AU | College/University | Professor/Student dynamic | Single father!Ben Solo | Professor!Solo | Single mom!Rey | Student!Rey | Post Partum Depression | ANGST | Baby OCs | Breastfeeding | Roommates | Pining | Past Sexual Trauma | HEA | Ben POV | Returning to work after becoming a single father, Professor Solo is struggling to keep his head above water when he receives an unexpected offer from one of his student's.

For the Record by canox | Explicit | 16k | Complete | Modern AU | Office setting | Co-workers | Mistaken Indentity | One-night-stand | Drama at work | Snoke is a toxic boss | Rey POV | "Rey is a sharp-eyed editor at a top magazine. After a frustrating day at work, she has a one-night stand with a musician, never thinking he might be someone she knows. But she’s about to discover that, between sleeping with a stranger and missing what's happening at work, maybe she's not as sharp-eyed as she thought."

Avant Gardenerby bobaheadshark & kalx58 | @bobaheadshark | Explicit | 21k | Complete | Modern AU | Pandemic/Quarantine/covid-19 | Texting | Plant Nerds | Strangers to friends to hook up to friends to lovers | Rey wants casual | Ben wants Rey | NO-STRINGS-ATTACHED sure jan | Bisexual!Rey | Character study | Rey POV | "The ideal person to break Rey’s quarantine dry spell? The guy she’s been talking online with about plants for months. A harmless one night stand. She’ll never see him again. But the universe might have other plans."

hive. by indiecisivepsych | @indiecisivepsych | Explicit | 33k | Complete | Modern AU | Idiots to lovers | Casual no-strings-attached relationship | Honey Porn | Rey loves Bees | Ben loves Rey | Angst | Pining | HEA | "Rey Niima loves bees. And she doesn't want to admit that she also loves Ben Solo, the man who keeps giving her honey."

Similar Creatures by quamquam20 | @quamquam20 | Explicit | 36k | Complete | Historical AU | 1700s | Venice | Pretty Woman retelling | Sex worker!Rey | Mafioso/enforcer!Ben | "no kissing on the mouth" | Angst | HEA | Multi POV | "As the Hammer of the Medici, Benjamin Solatti has a lot of practice crushing dreams and wringing every coin from nearly empty pockets. Sent to Venice to collect on a debt, he doesn’t have time for pleasure. Nobody knows the winding alleys and canals of Venice quite like someone who works them. So when street-smart Rey notices a lost Florentine noble, she’s more than happy to offer her services. Worlds apart, they lead very different lives. Brought together by chance and an irresistible proposition, those same differences might be what tear them apart when their time runs out."

You Can Have Manhattan by reylo_addict | @thereyloaddict | Explicit | 41k | Complete | Modern AU | Manhattan | Established Reylo | Break ups | Flashbacks | Falling in love | Devoted Reylo | Angst | Break up sex | HEA | Rey POV | In the past: Rey falls in love with New York at the same time she falls in love with Ben Solo. In the present: Rey is angrily (and drunkenly) phoning her Ex from the otherside of the country.

what if the storm ends by SecretReyloTrash | @lyresandlasers | Explicit | 61k | Complete | Historic AU | 1950's | WW2 flashbacks | England/Yorkshire | Growing up together | Estrangement | ANGST. SO MUCH BLOODY ANGST | Author!Rey | Widower!Ben | Ben was happily married to another | Farmer!Ben | Rey has PTSD | HEA | Rey POV | "As a child, Rey is evacuated from London to the Yorkshire Dales during the Blitz. She spends the war in the care of the Solos on their farm, wandering the moors with their son looking for a legendary family artifact long lost. When the war is over, she returns to a city she no longer recognizes, and she writes a popular series of children's fantasy books based on her childhood in the Dales. After amassing fame and fortune with her stories, tragedy brings her back to the farm to see Ben Solo, once her greatest inspiration and now a widower."

Pressed by mzladybird | @mzladybird | Explicit | 4k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | Strangers-to-lovers | Employee/customer | Rough sex | Rey POV | Rey works at a drycleaners and takes some *ahem* liberties with Ben's shirts.

A Scent Like Peony by mzladybird | @mzladybird | Explicit | 6k | Oneshot | Arranged Marriage | Strangers | Jealousy | Hate sex? | Rey!Palpatine | Steamy AF | Rey POV | As heiress to the Palpatine Empire Rey always knew she was going to marry Ben Solo.

a good woman by AnonPenguin | @penthescoundrel | Explicit | 9k | Oneshot | Historical AU | Victorian? | American West | Small Town | Widow!Rey | Teacher!Ben Solo | Eniemes to lovers | Misunderstandings | Spanking | Feral!Rey | HEA | Rey POV | "Upstanding citizen and businesswoman, Rey Johnson, has an indelible sense of the way forward. But, that all changes when the new school teacher, Mister Solo, comes to town."

little sir by AnonPenguin | @penthescoundrel | Explicit | 14k | Complete | Historic AU | Medieval | Robin Hood vibes | Injury Recovery | Strangers to lovers | Turbo-virgin!Rey | Ben Solo is a tits guy | Rey POV | Rey is a vigilante who is caught by Lord Solo but instead of turning her in he wants to worship her tits marry her.

Heirloom by AnonPenguin | @penthescoundrel | Explicit | 24k | Complete | Historic AU | Regency/Victorian | Arranged Marriage | Wedding Night | Curses/Magic | Sex Pollen Vibes | Age Difference | Dirty talk | Brat!Rey | Idiots In love | Ben POV | "Ben is encouraged to give an heirloom ring with "hopes" for the marriage to his new bride written inside. Showing a general disdain for the arrangement, he inscribes it, "May we fuck like bunnies, and never have enough", not realizing that magic binds the wish to come true."

Let's Eat by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 4k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Food Porn | Bathroom sex | Rey POV | "The restaurant serves a tasting menu for two, and Rey wants to try it. So does the man sitting beside her at the bar. The solution? She shares a meal with a stranger. And if they end up sharing so much more than just food, well, Rey’s okay with that. Ben Solo isn’t so bad. Not really. And it’s nice, not eating alone."

Happenchance by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 5k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Office Party | Mistaken Indentity | Mention of sex work | Rey POV | "When Rose hires an escort to be Rey’s date for their company’s fundraising event, Rey’s livid. Until… Well, until she spots him in the hotel’s lobby. Tall and gorgeous, with dark hair nearly brushing the collar of the suit he fills out sinfully well. Maybe Rey doesn’t hate Rose. Maybe she should write Rose a thank you note. Or, Rey thinks Ben is an escort. Ben is not an escort."

Differential Equation by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 8.6k | Oneshot with a sequel | Modern AU | College/University | Enemies-to-lovers | Rivalry | Rey POV | After overhearing some comments about herself at a party Rey hates privileged frat boy Ben Solo.

The Twelve Dates of Christmas by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 16k | Complete | Modern AU | Blind Date | Christmas/holidays/ Hanukkah | Fake Dating | Dating | Falling in love | Christmas parties | Skating | Multi POV | "After a disastrous blind date, Ben and Rey can at least agree on one thing—between fancy work galas, ugly sweater parties, Hanukkah with the Solos, and Christmas Eve with Rey’s rowdy group of friends… facing December alone is tiring. Being chronically single with friends trying to pair you off is worse. But fake-dating their way through the holidays? What could go wrong."

Thin Ice by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 14k | Complete | Modern AU | Fake Dating | Hockey | Multi POV | To get revenge on her Ex Rey asks His favourite hockey player to be her date to said Ex's wedding.

Rental Girlfriend by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 18k | Complete | Modern AU | College/University | Enemies-to-lovers | Friend group dynamic | Escort!Rey | jealous/posessive/idiot!Ben Solo | Misunderstandings | ANGST | Rey POV | "Being a rental girlfriend was the best thing that ever happened to Rey. Until she met Ben Solo." or Rey can't stand the new guy at pub trivia. And the new guy cannot figure out Rey.

Trial and Error by Celia_and | @whatceliawrites | Explicit | 7k | Complete | Modern AU | Enemies-to-lovers | Rivals-to-lovers | Scientists | Angst | HEA | Rey POV | "When rival scientists Rey and Kylo keep meeting at out-of-town conferences, the growing tension isn’t strictly professional."

To Heal by Celia_and | @whatceliawrites | Explicit | 8k | Complete | Modern AU | Flashbacks | Big Buisness | Acquisitions/mergers | Enemies with History | College/University | Falling in Love | Marriage | PTSD | Night Terrors | ANGST | Break-ups | Reconciliation | Rey POV | "When CEO Rey Palpatine faces down her rival Ben Solo across a boardroom table, it’s been ten years since she’s seen him. Ten years since they belonged to each other."

How to Save a Life by Celia_and | @whatceliawrites | Explicit | 8k | Complete | Modern AU | Co-workers | Blizzard | Snowed-in | Scorned lover | Misunderstandings | Bickering as sexual tension | Steamy AF | Rey POV | "Ben rescues his coworker Rey from her cabin in a blizzard, and she can’t forgive him for it."

underworld by elle_p (need ao3 account to read) | Explicit | 2k | Oneshot | PWP | Modern AU | College/University | Rave | Strangers | Hookup | Outdoor sex | Rey POV | "Rey goes to a rave. This tall guy won’t stop staring at her."

 I hold it towards you by elle_p (need ao3 account to read) | Mature | 2k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Pandemic/Quarantine/covid-19 | Loneliness | Anxiety/Depression | Neighbours | Strangers | Age gap | Angst | Happy/Hopeful ending | Rey POV | "After spending time alone in quarantine, Rey meets her next door neighbor, a poetry professor by the name of Benjamin Solo."

melatonin by sevenofreylo | @sevenofreylo | Explicit | 3k | One shot | Modern AU | Summertime | School vacation | Enemies-to-lovers | Bullying | Teenagers(?) | Awkward virgins | Masturbation | No p-in-v | Bunkbeds | Rey POV | "Rey can’t sleep, not with Luke’s nephew in the same room."

Feet Cute by sevenofreylo | @sevenofreylo | Explicit | 3.6k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Meet-cute | Ben has a foot fetish | Adorable then steamy AF | Rey POV | "Rey buys new trainers from Ben’s store."

Making Emends by alantieislander | Explicit | 3k | Oneshot | Modern AU | A/B/O | Alpha x Beta | Ben POV | "In which Alpha Ben meets Beta Rey, and has a biological crisis."

Snowmates by alantieislander | Explicit | 5k | Complete (One shot in two parts with a small epilogue) | Modern AU | Roomates | Rey/Finn | Ben&Finn friendship | No Infidelity | Friends to lovers | Multi POV | When they met Rey was dating Finn. Then Finn and Ben became roommates. Then Rey and Finn Broke up. Then Rey moved away. Now she's back for a visit.

Holdings by alantieislander | Explicit | 5k | Complete | Modern AU | Rich!Ben Solo | Assistant!Rey | Wrokplace relationship | Romantic | Multi POV | "In which Rey is a congresswoman's assistant's assistant and Ben is one of the richest men in the world, and they really like each other."

Leave It All, Lock to the Tide by alantieislander | Explicit | 11k | Complete | Historic AU | 1860s | Maine Coast | Shipwrecked | Magical Abilities | Injury recovery | Depression | HEA | Rey POV | Rey has the ability to take away other's pain, but unlike her mother or grandmother before her she cannot get rid of the pain, only magnify it. Rey exiles herself to a small coastal island to live out her lonely days in peace. Until Ben Solo washes up on the shore.

full fathom five (little lies) by lachesisgrimm | @lachesisgrimm | Mature | 45k | Complete | Modern AU | ANGST | Unplanned Pregnancy | Hurt/comfort | injury!recovery | Broken friend group dynamic | Villian!Luke | Rey needs a hug | Devoted Reylo | HEA | Rey POV | Ben ghosts Rey. He wont even answer her texts when she tells him she's pregnant. Then one day a phone call revealing that Ben has been in a coma for 5 months and he wants to see Rey. Slowly the truth comes out that a master manipulator has been pulling strings in the shadows.

mouth, stomach, heart by lachesisgrimm | @lachesisgrimm | Mature | 80k | Complete | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Rey needs a hug | Sick!fic | Food | Angst | Feral!Rey | Utter simp!Ben Solo | "i licked it and its mine" | Stalking/harassment | OC Antagonist | Falling in love | Loss of Virginity | Marriage proposals | Friend group dynamic | Rey POV | Rey works at Han's garage and his son starts hanging around. Rey's shitty childhood has left her with issues surrounding food and Ben wins her over with his cooking.

Here's to more amazing fics in 2023!🥂

[moondal514]

A multi-fandom selection of some of my fave 2nd person pov fics cuz I’m a huge fan of 2nd person (see: all these 2nd person pov fics I’ve written lol) and I want more people to appreciate it

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

WINTERSTORY: OR HOW THE BOY KING FISHED THE SUN OUT OF THE SKY by perennials

Kageyama Tobio, re-examined.

My personal fave of my fave genre of Haikyuu fic (2nd person pov Kageyama character studies examining his relationship with volleyball and his family, with bonus KageHina)

Fandom: All For the Game

leftovers by orionauriga/ @orionauriga

They drive you home, every time, both of them. You leave the leftover scraps of their love, the intimacy loaned to you, in the backseat when you get out to kiss them goodnight.

Gorgeous fic inspired by Sue Hyon Bae’s poem “after the threesome, they both take you home”

Fandom: Star Wars

Triptych by antistar_e/ @kaikamahine

The master trains the apprentice. The apprentice kills the master and takes their place. The master takes an apprentice. It is the cycle of things, and the way all those like him do, your Supreme Leader creates his own downfall. He cultivates it, covets it, and it kills him.

It's not you. Of course it's not you.

I don’t actually care about Kylo Ren, but goddamn this fic made me care about him so much

Fandom: Six of Crows

minuet in d major by demigodbeautiies/ @jackwolfes

You wake up on a hot summer day in your tiny, shitty, childhood bedroom, and you realise that it’s here.

Your soulmate just turned twenty.

-

Soulmark Au

Made this face 🥺 the entire time I read this one

Fandom: Tian Guan Ci Fu

fortune tellers tell no truths by atomicmuffin

Love, like fate, ask for no man’s permission, may they be priests, princes, of gods. Guessing which path it will take cannot stop either of them from doing whatever they want.

You know this, and yet you try.

I treasure every excellent JunMei fic I find but this one is a particular special gem

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

bet Qin Su doesn't know her husband is committing infidelity by quigonejinn

Then, the carriage is stopped. Words are exchanged.

The best take on Qin Su I’ve encountered so far in this fandom

Fandom: Good Omens

empty, save you and i by ripeteeth/ @ripeteeth

“Please,” you say, and he likes it when you say it. Crowley, you wretch, you’ve known this forever. You’ve known this all your life.

Beautifully written, absolute poetry, every sentence goes so hard it’s insane

Fandom: Dungeon Meshi

A Body by murg

Laios wants to fly.

A beautiful and visceral fic that I want to eat (appropriate for Dungeon Meshi right 😂)

[sadiecoocoo]

Oh Captain, My Captain

Relationships - CT-7567 | Rex/Anakin Skywalker, CT-5597 | Jesse & CT-7567 | Rex

characters - Rex, Anakin, Jesse, Wullf Yularen, 501st Legion, original clone characters

tags/warnings - No warnings apply, mutual pining, fluff, fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, whump, Rex needs a hug, Rex is a good bro, POV Rex, Anakin needs a hug, protective Anakin, Young Anakin, Padme and Anakin are not together, oblivious Rex, oblivious Anakin, minor character death, clone deaths, other tags to be added, warnings may change

summary - “My name is Rex.” He answered softly, a hint of gratitude in his voice. Anakin so dearly wished he could see his face in that moment. “Rex.” He tried it with a smile. “I’d say it fits.” “Thank you, sir.” The captain, Rex, nodded lightly. All his movements seemed so gentle for a soldier. Anakin tried not to focus on them, but it was near impossible not to."

Or a collection of scenarios about a younger Anakin, newly knighted, and Rex, newly appointed Captain, pining over each other and being oblivious

chapters - 3/?

current word count - 10,099

link -

Mentions: @the-taco-that-defeated-kylo-ren @battlekilt (idk if you've seen this yet but I thought you might like it so i tagged you :))

I would rlly appreciate any comments, they're always nice to read :)

[bookloover35]

Ben Solo X fem reader-Baby Solo.

In this story he never became Kylo Ren.

Bens Pov:

My sleep was interrupted by the crying of my and my wife Yn's nine-month-old son.

I felt how Yn started to wake up and how she started to move.

Then I put my arm around her and kissed her lightly on the neck and whispered.

Ben: Keep sleeping my dear, I'll take him.

She looked up at me and smiled.

Then she gave me a kiss and went back to sleep.

And I went in to our son.

Ben: Shush, shush, Cody, dad is on his way.

As soon as our son saw me, he stopped crying.

And as soon as I was by him I picked him up and I started rocking him back and forth in my arms and he seems to be hungry and it doesn't seem like a diaper change.

It seems he's had a nightmare.

Ben: Was it a nightmare?

I asked, continuing to rock him back and forth until he fell back asleep.

I still can't believe this is my life now.

If someone had told me a few years ago that I would leave the Jedi life, marry my best friend and have a son together.

Then I would have thought you were lying to me.

It really is the best thing that has happened to me.

Yn and Cody are my everything.

The day she told me I was going to be a father was one of the best days of my life.

But when our son was born, I was so afraid that I wouldn't make it.

But luckily, I've always had Yn by my side and helping me.

I stopped rocking and looked down at our sleeping son and smiled.

Ben: Sleep my little soldier.

No one should ever hurt you or your mom and I love you.

I told him and gave him a kiss on his little forehead then laid him back in his crib.

Then I went back to bed.

Yns Pov:

I smiled as I felt my husband's arms around me.

I woke up a little and turned towards him so that we were face to face.

Then I kissed him on the lips very passionately.

After a while we needed to breathe and then I told him.

Yn: You Ben Solo is an absolutely fantastic father and an absolutely wonderful husband.

I really couldn't do it all without you, I have so much to thank you for and I love you.

Ben: Believe me when I say this, I am the one saying thank you.

It's me who wouldn't have been able to do this without you.

And you are the one who is an absolutely fantastic mother.

You carried our son for nine whole months and you were the one who went through enormous pain when you gave birth.

You and our son are absolutely perfect.

And I love you more.