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[welldonebeca]

The Duchess and the Bastard (VII) - To Hunt the Moon

WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Fluff. Victorian AU. Hurt with comfort.

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Rey paced from side to side in front of the door to her grandfather’s study. Ben had already practically been dragged into it when they walked back into her house with her, which confirmed her suspicions that he was the one who had sent his assistant to her.

They were both very embarrassed from being caught, although she she was grateful it happened when they were decent and not when he was buried under her skirt and with his lips on the apex of her thighs. God only knew how much worse that would have been.

The moment Ben entered and closed the door, she heard her grandfather’s shouts, so loud that she could feel his outrage from the outside, and her shame gave place to worry, whuch slowly grew into fear as his words became quieter and quieter.

By now, she couldn’t hear anything, and her mind was loudly filling up the silence with reasons for his silence.

Maybe grandfather had killed Ben with his letter opener.

He could have stabbed him on the neck - Ben had a very big neck, it was very easy to stab - and was waiting for him to bleed to death before calling for help, so he could claim it was an accident and her lover was too far to be saved.

Or maybe he was detailing every way he was going to destroy him if he ever came close to Rey again, accusing him of corrupting her, promising to keep them apart and would send her off to marry Lord Dameron.

Or worse. Lord Hux.

Before her mind rushed into even more terrifying territories, the door opened and Ben stepped out with a sombre expression on his face that told her nothing of what she needed to know, except for a testament that he was still alive and had not been struck dead.

Yet, of course.

Rey ran to him, grabbing his big hands in hers, finding them cold, and he squeezed her fingers, raising her hands and kissing her knuckles, silently reassuring her of something she couldn’t quite read before her grandfather showed up at the door.

“Come inside, Rebecca,” he commanded, no giving her space to think twice or ask any questions.

Rey let Ben go and strode into the cold room, watching as he took a seat by his desk and doing the same, across from him.

There was a long silence, so quiet she could hear her beating heart and fast pulse, and would bet he could too. It was almost as if he was trying to gather his thoughts, to find his words for what she had made him feel.

“Grandfather,” she spoke slowly.

He raised a single hand to shut her, and Rey swallowed down, tense, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Rebecca,” he finally spoke, and sighed, shoulders sagging. “Rey. I am deeply disappointed with what happened here today.”

She cast her eyes down, once again filled with shame.

“You have always been such a responsible young lady!” he argued. “So trustworthy! I always thought our relationship was better than this, better than… sneaking around to see a man!”

Rey squeezed her own hands, unable to look at him, embarrassed.

But what else did he expect?

Grandfather was always bad-mouthing the Princess and Ben, and saying how terrible he was for simply existing.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“How long has this been going on?” he asked.

Rey continued to stare at her own hands, not wanting to look at him.

She tried to find words to attenuate the situation. Maybe if he thought things were new, he wouldn’t be so hurt.

And yet, if he thought it was something new, then things would be worse, and he wouldn’t understand how she felt. Any chance of ever staying with Ben would be thrown out the window.

“We met at your birthday party,” she confessed, at last. “And have been meeting in many ways ever since.”

She wanted for what he had to stay, expecting a reaction. More disappointment, or words of how her actions were terrible and unforgivable.

Instead, grandfather continued in silence, and she wondered if he was maybe waiting for her to say more - to maybe detail how they had met, or where, or how she felt about Ben. Finally, after an eternity, Rey raised her head to look at him.

Instead of anger and resentment, her grandfather’s face was soft, and his eyes were struck with sadness.

“The boy,” he spoke slowly, looking for the right words. “He promised me you hadn’t done anything wrong, anything…”

She swallowed down, blushing, and he cleared his throat.

“That you are still pure,” he decided.

Rey’s face burned, and she could feel the heat spreading to her neck and ears.

Well, she was pure as she could be after his scoundrel’s kiss.

“And he told me he was gathering the courage to ask me for your hand,” he told her.

She took in a deep breath, growing nervous now, and squeezed the fabric of her skirt in her hands.

“And what did you say?” she asked, unable to keep the question to herself.

“I asked him why I should let you marry him,” he answered simply. “Do you wonder what he told me?”

Rey shook her head, nervous. Ben didn’t have a lot to sell himself on, as a noble. He had less money than the Palpatines, no titles, and no house of his own. His source of money came from his mother and his work managing the King’s guard, selecting the men and training them. It was a low job for someone with his blood, or for any noble man, but she knew he worked hard.

Still, he couldn’t promise her any gifts, nor could he give her grandfather or her family any advantages they didn’t already have.

“He told me that every day since he has met you, he just wants to make you happy,” grandfather spoke, shoulder’s sagging as if he was tired. “That he doesn’t have a lot, but he would drop everything if you asked him to, and was ready to even run away with you if you only said a word.”

Rey chewed on her lower lip, trying to hide a smile.

Grandfather shook his head and placed his hand over her face, apparently unable to stop smiling a little.

“He loves you,” he realised, at last.

Rey watched his face, and he sighed.

“He will hunt the moon for you and bring it on a plate in return for just a smile,” he repeated the words he had told her so long ago.

She nodded slowly, and he moved his hand to her face, running his fingers over his eyes, trying to hide the tears she could see wetting his eyes.

“Do you love him?” he asked.

Rey stood, rushing to him and kneeling in front of grandfather, unable to stay away from him.

“I do,” she affirmed. “I love him, I love him like I never loved anyone in the world.”

Grandfather ran a finger over her knuckles, and slowly stood, making her do the same.

“That is all I need to know,” he decided. “Sit down, Rey.”

She moved back to her chair, worried again as he walked to open the door, but couldn’t move to help him.

Was he going to call Ben inside again?

What if he said they couldn’t be together?

The door opened, and she turned to watch Ben stepping inside, looking at her grandfather and sitting by her side.

He reached for her hand and Rey was quick to take his, squeezing it anxiously.

Slowly, grandfather walked back to his chair and sat down, and looked at the two of them with strong eyes.

“Benjamin,” he spoke slowly.

Ben adjusted his posture, and squeezed her fingers.

“Yes, sir?” he asked.

Grandfather looked at Rey and then at him, and breathed in and out.

“Tomorrow, you’ll come by after lunch,” he continued, sombre and certain. “You can bring your mother and your uncle, and you’ll propose to Rebecca properly.”

She felt as Ben relaxed by her side, exhaling so loudly even her grandfather held back a chuckle as a reaction, and had to hold herself back from beaming and squealing in happiness.

“And on Saturday, we will throw a dinner for friends and family, and announce it publicly,” he continued. “With no more than 60 people, because of the short time.”

“Of course, sir,” he agreed, fingers so tight around Rey’s hand that she knew he was trying to keep himself calm too.

Grandfather watched them with a serious look on his face, and raised his chin while watching Ben.

“When you visit us, you’ll walk through the front door, Lord Solo,” he told him. “And until you two are properly married, I expect you and Rebecca to be on your best behaviours.”

She bit her lower lip, nervous.

“Yes, sir,” he agreed.

Grandfather nodded, at last, and pointed at the door.

“You may go,” he told her. “Say your goodbyes.”

He stood up, and she did the same, letting Ben guide her out of the room, and threw herself in his arms the moment they were out of her grandfather’s sight, and he picked her by her waist, spinning her before squeezing her close.

“One kiss,” grandfather called from his study. “No more.”

Rey giggled, feeling like she was walking in the clouds.

After so long, to realise her fears were unfounded and that she was going to marry Ben was sublime.

She barely felt it when he lowered her, to place her feet on the floor, and closed her eyes when he cradled her face, quickly welcoming his warm and delicate kiss, far too innocent compared to what had happened in the garden, but much more certain and fulfilling.

She was going to marry him. Rey was going to marry Ben!

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips. “I love you.”

“I know,” she caressed his cheeks. “I love you too.”

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[saber-of-dreams]

ATTN REYLOS

If ya'll are looking for something to read to fill that void (that isn't fanfiction), may I present to you:

THE HURRICANE WARS by THEA GUANZON

I'm about 20% in and the VIBES are 1000% Reylo.

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[clqoo]

god i need an ancient greece reylo fic

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[srorgana1]

Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (apporaching Dead Dove, you have been warned), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter Ten

As soon as Rey passes through the doorway, she freezes. The feeling in the séance room was so different compared to other times she has been down here. The whole space was seeped with magick. She could feel and almost see it's tendrils swirling around her coaxing her forward.

She walks up slowly to Jyn and the tall black man she has seen a couple times as they watch Mara talk to unknown person at the table. She had a feeling she knows who it is based on the head of shaggy black hair. “I got your message and Kay is covering for me. What happened?” she says as professionally as she can. It is difficult to keep focused as she feels the magick start to affect her.

“Another was taken. Ren was close to the scene and caught her signature…whoa” Jyn gasps, her eyes widening as a blast of magical power appeared. Rey’s eyes snap over to the man in the chair. It’s the same energy from AXS. She slivers as the signature swirls with the rest, seductively dark and immensely powerful. She could feel her lines raise in response, the cross around her neck beginning to tingle.

“The mighty Kylo Ren…” she hears Mara say before going still, her eyes whited out. Rey shifts uncomfortably, quietly racking her brain. She knows that name. Her face must’ve shown her question since Jyn decided to speak again. “You know his name. He was one of the original Knight of Ren like Trudgen here” she says glancing at the man beside her. He nods as his eyes flash silver.

She nods finally remembering the lecture Obi-Wan gave regarding the Knights of Ren so long ago. How they were hand made by the Devil himself and twisted to bring chaos and fear into the world. But in the end they turned on him, banishing him forever. While they helped humanity, they paid the price by becoming the basis of all Supernatural myths and legends in which humans fear.

She hears a low chuckle. “That’s the edited version” Trudgen says, staring at her. She feels another tingle, this one more intense. Another shiver racks her body. He smirks and focuses back on Mara “did you know your glowing?” What? She looks down and is shocked to see her lines are glowing gold, it’s intricate pattern spreading down her arms. She touches a line letting out a gasp as it tingles and sparks.

“Maybe Qui-Gon knew more then he let onto bringing you here” Jyn says cryptically. Rey narrows her eyes, confused at what she meant. She opens her mouth to ask but never gets to. “Come Reyna” she hears Mara say “it’s time for you to learn who you really are.” Her eyes widen as Mara looks at her, her green eyes warm and welcoming. Her legs move on their own bringing her closer to the group around the table.

“My my Reyna” she says “your powers are further along than I expected. Have you been practicing?” Mara says as you waves raven feathers over her silver bowl. “What? What are you talking about?” Rey responds, her body tight with nerves. “You’re Fae” a deep voice says next to her. She looks over to see Ren, no Kylo Ren standing there, his fierce red eyes and fangs on display.

She stares at him, his red eyes even more intoxicating than his dark ones. His handsome features complimented by his potent magical signature. He smirks, the tip of one fang peeking out. For some reason she likes the sexy but deadly vibe he exudes, even though his cover was a giant asshole.

“Rey, do you remember your parents? Your family” Mara says, breaking the moment. She clinches her fists tighter at her sides as she looked down at her feet. “No, not really. I was found by the police on the streets when I was four…” She hears Kylo take a sharp inhale through his nose, his energy spiking a little.

“Reyna, you are indeed Fae” Mara says as she places her hands in her lap. “Half to be precise. Qui-Gon could tell as soon as he saw you which is probably why he brought you here when he found you. True Fae are rare now, most of their communities were exterminated during the purges” she says with a far away look.

Rey shuts her eyes overwhelmed with this information. She had a family, kin at one time. Did any survive? If so do they know she is alive? Her heart peaks a bit, alight with a small glimmer of hope only to be crushed by Mara’s next words. “We have not heard from a Fae Court in over a hundred years. Believe me I hope some exist somewhere but I highly doubt it.”

Rey’s knees buckle, physically unable to deal with her pain of her loss of her potential chance of family. She wobbles as two strong arms encircle her, one hand lightly gliding her head to a strong pectoral. Kylo’s magick surrounds her making a protective cocoon, making her feel safe. She lets out a loud sob, finally allowing all her pent up pain out. She hears a low purring sound rumbling around her as a hand cards softly though her hair. “It’s okay, let it out” a deep voice says above her.

She sniffles as she looks up meeting his eyes. They are still red but now rimmed in a dark amber brown. They hold so much pain and anguish. She somehow knows he understands. “I’m sorry” she whispers as she lays her head back on his chest. “Don’t be” he responds, squeezing her tighter.

The silver bowl clatters to the ground pulling both of their eyes to Mara. She is stock still, her eyes whited out. The Witches swarm her again. “My lady, what is it?” the blonde Witch says as her brunette counterpart starts a low chant. She gasps as Mara’s hair starts to float. “Oh shit” Jyn says behind them. Rey can feel Kylo start to curl around her protectively.

“The unholy number will restore the one” Mara rasps in an unearthly voice as she levitates out of her chair, her mangled lower legs becoming visible at last. “One who is false will lead us astray. Darkness comes to devour us whole. He wants revenge, blood of the traitor to be fully whole. Trust the bond. Balance, balance…”

She hovers for a second, her auburn hair floating around her head like a halo. Kylo and Rey are stock still, amazed at what is before them. Kylo has seen Mara do many supernatural things in the past but this, this is something else. His eyes catch Trudgen walking up to her ready to catch her.

Her eyes shifts as she points at them. “Dyad” she whispers as she collapses into Trudgen’s waiting arms. There is a flurry of activity as the Witches, Trudgen and Jyn get Mara back to her chair and attend to her. Kylo and Rey stare at each other, both confused at what her vision meant and what is to come.

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[theunknownofficial]

Accepting Prompts;

I am taking requests right now for one shots. Here’s the specs if you’re interested;

Couples I’m willing to write:

1) Anyone paired in my Harry Potter Dramione WIP or if you go to Chapter 6: Chapter 5 there’s an authors note where I list alternative partners, I’m willing to write those as well.

2) Steve x Bucky (MCU), Nat x Clint (MCU), Peter x Deadpool (MCU - but legal age Peter only)

3) Rey x Kylo (Star Wars), Rose x Hux (Star Wars), Finn x Poe (Star Wars), Padme x Anikan/Darth Vader (Star Wars)

4) Kellin Quinn x Vic Fuentes (Sleeping With Sirens and Pierce the Veil), Alex Gaskarth x Jack Barakat (All Time Low), Hyunjin Hwang x Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Han Jisung x Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

5) Evan Hansen x Connor Murphy (Dear Evan Hansen), Zoe Murphy x Alana Beck (Dear Evan Hansen), Michael Mell x Jeremy Heere (Be More Chill), Phantom x Christine (Phantom of the Opera)

6) Marinette x Adrien (Miraculous Lady Bug), Sam x Dean (Supernatural), Rapunzel x Jack Frost (Disney / Dreamworks), Hiccup x Merida (Disney / Dreamworks), Carly Shay x Freddie Bensen (ICarly), Percy x Nico (Percy Jackson)

I’m not hard-set on these being the only couples I’ll write but these are 100% something I’ll write. You’re welcome to request additional pairs but I can’t guarantee I’ll know any other pairs or be comfortable writing them if I only know them in passing.

Situations I’m willing to write:

Pretty open to any situation but I won’t write anything with kid smut. I like lots of AU’s (Mafia, Hurt/Comfort, Meet Cute, Song fics, Reunions, Pinning, Omegaverse (my personal favorite at the moment), Harry Potter, I’m even open to angst). I will say I’m not much of a switch fan so I won’t write switch smut and I’m pretty set on who tops and bottoms with some of these couples so I may not accept every smut ask for those two reasons.

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[welldonebeca]

The Duchess and the Bastard (III) - Blue Hydrangeas

Summary: Rey is the only possible heir to the Dukedom of Sith, and her grandfather decided she is at the right age to marry whatever man. He only asks that he is a noble with a lower rank than the Palpatines and faithful to his wife. The Princess' son, Lord Ben Solo, fits both categories. If only grandfather didn't despise him for being a bastard. WC: 1.5k words Warnings: Fluff. Victorian AU. Mutual pining. Flowers. A/N: White camellias mean “you are adorable”, clematis mean “mental beauty” and white lilies mean “purity”.

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Every suitor sent Grandpa Sheev a gift. Nothing was supposed to go to her, of course, as any non-perishable gift would be terribly inappropriate from someone who wasn’t related to her, as it would be seen as an attempt of buying her affections.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t snoop around the library to see what they thought he would like.

She was surprised, however, when leaving her room, and a vase of flowers that wasn’t there the previous night caught her eye. It was beautiful, with camellias, clematis and lilies, all white.

The whole night, she couldn’t take her mind away from Lord Solo. The way he had looked at her, the way he held her hand… it made her feel something new, something she had never felt before.

So when her fingers searched for a card, while her heart raced, and she held her breath, she was hoping to find his name in it, to find that he was the one to send her the flowers. The name she found, however, wasn’t Lord Solo’s. The card, a pink perfumed square, was signed with Lord Armitage Hux’ name.

She tried not to show her disappointment too much as she left it aside and her servant walked inside to help her dress up to break her fast with her grandfather.

“Rebecca,” she heard as she walked down the stairs, and turned her head to find him near the corridor, looking up at her. “Come meet me in my study, please.”

She gulped.

Had he heard of anything from last night?

Maybe someone had seen her with Lord Solo and misunderstood things?

Her her heart racing fast in her throat, she followed him to his study.

When she entered it, grandfather was already sat on his desk and a necklace was lied over it.

The same necklace that Snoke had tried to give her last night.

“I received this gift from mister Snoke,” he told her.

Her eyes moved from him to the gift and then back, seeing on his face the same unease feeling she had felt last night.

“Mister Snoke tried to corner me last night,” she told him, relaxing. “And give me that. “

Her pulse slowed down and Rey had to try hard not to show her relief on her face.

“He wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Grandfather nodded slowly, face now hinting his displeasure.

“Would you like me to take the needed steps for the situation not to repeat itself?” he offered.

There was no question of how she felt about it, but it didn’t bother her. Grandfather knew her, and that she shared his thoughts and feelings about Mister Snoke.

“Please,” she confirmed.

He took a hand to his desk and plucked his necklace from the wooden surface with a pair of fingers, putting it back into a sac, and she could see from the corner of his eyes when his assistant walked to them and took it away.

“I’ll tend to this matter after our meal,” he told him. “Now go.”

He bowed to the two of them, striding out of the way in quick steps, and grandfather relaxed.

“Have you seen the flowers yet?” he asked.

“I have, yes,” Rey confirmed, feeling her forgotten disappointment coming right back.

He hummed, nodding for a moment.

“I told him your favourite flowers were blue hydrangeas,” grandfather told her. “But I guess Lord Hux doesn’t like their meaning.”

She didn’t say anything, though his displeasure was clear enough already. Lord Hux didn’t sound like a man who would put his ideas second for her preferences, not even with such silly things as an arrangement of flowers.

“I presume you won’t be interested in a walk through the park, where we would coincidentally meet him, are you?” he asked.

She couldn’t hide her little smile. Above all, grandfather, only wanted her to be happy, married to a man who made her happy.

“With him?” No,” she shook her head. “But you make very good company.”

He smiled largely and chuckled to her. It was a little tradition of days - thrice a week, they would walk and stride through the park together. It was why Rey’s skin had a freckled golden colour to it, because she always enjoyed bathing under the sun.

“Always so flattering, my sweet Rey of sunshine,” he watched her face.

Grandfather stood up and offered her a hand, kissing her knuckles when Rey stood on her to meet him, and his gaze lingered on her eyes.

“You know all I want is for you to find a good husband who will make you happy,” he affirmed. “Someone who will love you like you deserve to be loved.”

“I know,” she whispered.

He squeezed her fingers gently.

“I don’t think Lord Hux is that man,” he remarked.

Rey shook her head.

“Not, I don’t think so.”

Grandfather nodded and stood straighter.

“We’ll find someone better,” he promised her. “Now come, let’s eat.”

They had breakfast together quietly, and, later in the afternoon when the Summer wasn’t as strong and the streets weren’t as noisy, she was glad to loop an arm around his and walk out to the park.

“What about Lord D'Acy?” he asked. “He was inquiring me about your favourite fruits, to send as a basket.”

Rey sighed, a little sad.

Lord D'Acy was a great talker. He had spent all of their time together telling her about his last trip to Austria, about how he had met Empress Sisi and how beautiful she was, and everything that surrounded his life.

“I don’t think I got to have a word with him,” she quipped, cheeky. “He didn’t stop talking for long enough for me to formulate a full phrase.”

Grandfather sighed.

“The visit to France?” he asked.

She smirked.

“Austria,” she corrected him. “Empress Sisi, and all that.”

He hummed a confirmation and released a soft sigh.

“That boy ain’t right,” he shook his head.

Rey just continued to walk with a sad smile on her face.

“So few options for a good husband,” she tapped on his forearm with her hand.

“We can always travel to France,” he suggested, sounding a little playful, though she knew it wasn’t something he would rule out. “Or England. Or Spain.”

She giggled, and grandfather did the same, and they continued with their walk.

When they stopped by his favourite spot in the park - a gazebo that set in front of a garden of peonies - she helped him up the stairs, and frowned in confusion when he stopped midway through it.

Rey’s grandmother - his long deceased wife - was his one true love, someone he had fallen in love with when they were children, and stayed together for long years even when people told him to pursue an annulment of their marriage when it became clear they would never have children, after over a decade and a half together. Her father was their only child, born when they were both in their forties, and very loved by his parents.

The garden of peonies was her grandmother’s favourite spot in the car. Once she passed, it became one of the few things that reminded him of her. They were the only ones who ever sat in that gazebo; everyone knew it was the Palpatine’s favourite space.

“Look at that,” he stood a little straighter. “On the bench.”

Rey turned to it with curious eyes. Had an animal come there?

But when she looked at the bench, she saw what he meant.

Blue Hydrangeas.

Grandfather climbed the last couple of steps, and she let him go, walking to the flowers.

“Do you think those are for me?” she asked.

It had to be. No one else ever even entered that gazebo!

“I think it is, my dear,” he sat beside it on the bench. “Unless someone owns us an apology, but they should reach out before leaving flowers unattended.”

Rey reached for the flowers slowly, feeling her heart beating a little faster in her chest. Among the blue cluster of flowers, there was a single purple one, seemingly purposefully placed there. She reached for the card, and exhaled at the beautiful handwriting in it.

‘Do not mistake the blue for a lack of interest, but take the purple to your heart.’

Blue hydrangeas could mean lack of interest - sometimes even death. The purple ones, though, meant a longing and eagerness to understand someone.

She flipped the card, bracing herself for disappointment - maybe it was one of her terrible suitors trying to impress her - but squeezed the flowers closer when instead of a name, she only found a drawing of falling stars.

The wasn’t any need for any name.

Lord Solo.

She rose her eyes, and blushed deeply when they fell on Solo, who was watching her from afar.

He bowed discreetly and respectfully with a smile on his lips, and walked away before grandfather could look.

“So?” he asked. “Who sent it?”

Rey felt her cheeks warming up a little bit.

“There is no name,” she told him.

It wasn’t a lie - Lord Solo hadn’t signed the flowers.

Grandfather just nodded a bit, humming to himself.

“It seems you have a secret admirer, then, my dear,” he decided.

She couldn’t help the cheeky smile that grew on her lips.

“It seems like I do.”

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[like-sands-of-time]

Idk man I'm a little mad we got one dying kiss between soulmates out of 6 hours of film and no future for them, it just feels insanely unsatisfying? I guess?

Was that meant to be a happy ending?? Her other half is dead .. story rules dictate she can't just go on and be happy with her other half dead, not after they actually said it instead of leaving it unspoken. They have some force bond. Dyads. Equals, two halves of one whole. Balance between light and dark. First in generations they said. No way she's just Fine after his death. No way she's Balanced after his death, what? How?

#basically it feels like the soulmates thing takes several back seats to.. making her a palpatine for some reason #not even really sure why she needed to be of that line? i thought the whole thing was she was a nobody #rags to riches type story.. disney princess (literally now) she goes from being a poor starving servant to empress of the galaxy and #epic jedi badass. able to temper Ben's murderous tendencies and advocate for the changes he forgets #they work together fight together blend together #thats what i thought they were going with when the whole second movie was them thinking about each other constantly #also snoke may have done something to amplify their bond but no way it wasnt ben and rey benefitting from seeing each other vulnerable #they made it funny and glossed over it but him being shirtless or her being covered in that blanket #they could have done more with that #i love LOVE that after they touch she immediately goes to his side. and hes waiting for her #like i can only imagine what he was thinking.. omg she came for Me. she wants to see me. be by my side #i mean my man immediately proposed marriage and co rulership after killing his abuser for her #reylo

[batjokezlovineverything]

Smash or Pass these zaddy-classified men!

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[ouroboobos]

one time i made a post about how difficult it is to see people fetishize your trauma and a 30-something year old reylo shipper responded with like 5 pragraphs about being victimized by antis

#♥︎ #imagine responding that way as a grown fucking adult. to someone talking about their cptsd from child abuse #for the record i have zero opinion on reylo i dont know anything abt star wars. all i know is that its controversial #and that some people have a weird victim complex about liking it apparently

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Star Wars - Kylo Ren x Listener SFW Ultimatum

[M4A] [Listener is double-agent, but for which side nobody knows] [First kiss] [Possessive Kylo] [Slightest bit of force use/mind control just to check whether you're lying]

So I've never been a massive Star Wars fan, but I do like Star Wars, and I was talking recently about not hating Kylo, but how scary the fandom is and had people think I am a horrible person for liking Kylo. He's just a fictional character, I wouldn't like a real person who was like him. Anyway, apparently what my brain does now when thinking of any character I've ever related to is to start improving an audio so I had to quickly turn on my microphone at 1am and record this. So if it seems rambly... yeah that's why, I was sort of tired.

Custom audio commissions are open! Full spicy audios on soundgasm and Patreon. Downloadable versions, exclusive  spicy audios and Discord on Patreon. I also stream on Twitch 3 times a week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit my audios/videos]

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[srorgana1]

Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (Dead Dove), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter Twenty Seven

The clang of metal echoes through the hall, ringing in the air. Kylo can almost see it if he squints hard enough. The vibrations of metal and footsteps dance with the dust as they ricochet off the thick magick laden wall. He tries to shake some feeling back into his hands, the manacles rattling again the chains. The cuffs grate against his raw open skin, sending a new wave of pain through his already overstimulated system.

He kneels back down, trying to stretch the muscles of his back. The thin cuts on his back and chest burn as his skin stretches. He shakes his filthy hair from his eyes and awaits the inevitable. They come daily or so it seems, to show him that he is nothing more then a sack of beaten bones, a fallen forgotten warrior. They laugh and goad him, asking where the fearsome Kylo Ren went.

Yes, so fearsome. My once great Black Knight a voice says in his mind. He grits his teeth and tries his best to shake Him out of his head. Please no not this he thinks. He can take the physical pain; the cuts and bruises from Angel blades and fists. But when He comes and riffles through his mind, putting visions in his head, it is the closest he comes to breaking.

His hearing goes fuzzy as he feels his claws dig into his mind, his body beginning to shake. White light flash behind his irises, visions of death and destruction flooding his brain. He sees multiple burning cities accentuated by a blood red sky. Demons running rampant, killing at random.

The vision switches to Takodona Castle in ruins, overran with demons. He sees Asher in a dark suit walking in through the decimated front doors as Hux reads from the book and waves his Angel blade. He smiles maliciously as he ascends the stairs towards Hux, whose face is as red as his hair from yelling.

Asher’s face darkens and his clawed hand swipes at Hux as the scene fades out, as a deep howl of pain and anguish echoes in his mind. He’s not sure if it’s him making that sound or something else but it doesn’t matter, what he sees next hurts more than anything else could.

He sees The Dark Throne, the black stone accented by surrounding candlelight. Two figures move atop the stone, their bodies attached in carnal bliss. He can hear their moans and growls of pleasure. The flames brighten as the man’s head raises from the a woman’s neck. Asher stares at him, his mouth and chin covered in blood. He smiles wickedly as he grips the her neck tightly, turning her towards Kylo.

His heart falls as he sees Rey’s face scrunched up in bliss, panting Asher’s name as his continues to fuck her in front of him. “She’s so lovely Ren” Asher growls “her magick and her pussy are just perfect”. Kylo tries to turn away but he cannot, his body not in his control. She opens her eyes and looks at him. Her beautiful sharp hazel eyes are gone, replaced by black demon eyes.

She smirks, turning away from Kylo as the vision fades once more, a dark laugh rumbling through the darkness. Kylo wants to gouge out his eyes and heart for what he just witnessed. His hearing sharpens out and he returns to his cool dark cell, his sharp inhales the only sound in the room. “Noo!” he roars, his body overwhelmed with emotional and physical pain. He slumps over, tears filling his eyes at the thought of Rey, his Rey, joining Him.

She wouldn’t a different voice says in his head, she is good, her magick is good. The voice repeats in his mind, honestly the only glimmer of hope he has left. He tries to think back to his previous torturous visions. There has to be something he’s missing as to why He keeps showing them to him. His eyes widen as he remembers one particular vision.

Rey is in the woods running from something, her face flushed beautifully. She stops suddenly as a group of dark figures encircle her. She stares at them with fear in her eyes as Asher steps out, offering her his hand. “Come Reyna, we must finish this. Join me” he says, his dark eyes never leaving her.

She shakes her head no as she raises her hands, her gold lines sparking. “Once Ren is gone, I will be complete, but I need you Rey. I need you break the bond…” His voice dissipates as the vision fades. Kylo huffs out a breath as the pieces finally fall into place in his head.

She is needed as much as he is. The ritual is not complete. The small spark of hope flares in his chest. The world still has a chance and it all lies with her. His Rey. He knows she is strong, but she hasn’t encountered anything like this before. He hopes with all his heart she stays true to herself.

The heavy footfalls of the guards stop in front of his cell pulling him from his thoughts. “Ren you awake in there?” one of them yells. Kylo says nothing, taking a deep shaky breath. He knows what comes next. The old metal grates as they unlock the door, the bright light from a torch temporarily blinding him. “Oh good you are awake, this will be fun after all” one chuckles. As they approach, he clears his mind. He has to trust in Rey and their connection. He has to hold onto hope.

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Asher growls lowly as he rises up, pushing the female demon off of him. She moans dramatically as she climbs off of him, spreading her legs so he can watch their combined fluids drip onto his black silk sheets. He scowls at her as she retreats across to the bed to the other female demon resting there. They stare at him as he stands, pulling on his pants.

They came running as soon as they felt him return. His followers hiding in dark corners of the world. It angered him and he punished some for their cowardice. They groveled at his feet, promising their loyalty and service. He set them on the world with a wave of his hand, for he had his own things to do.

He turns to his desk and smirks as he looks over his gruesome collection of severed heads. His dark ego swells as he remembers dispatching them, their black eyes wide with fear as they begged for mercy. His eyes land on a particular head, his anger rising quickly once more. Baal. How he played him and then tried to take his fucking place. Stupid hubristic fucker. He chuckled as he remembers his face when he and his hoard entered AXS and burned it to the ground. He made Baal watch before ending him.

He stretches his lean host’s muscles, enjoying the feeling of his strong virile form. It’s perfect even though his host is particularly annoying, rattling at his cage often. The female demons moan behind him as he walks to his desk and pours himself a glass of blood. It ignites his senses as his drinks it down, able to feel the magical signature within. He sets it down with a sigh.

He shuts eyes as he senses her coming. Her bright magick a seductive beacon. She will make the most beautiful dark queen, one worthy of reverence and fear and above all, him. He could feel how powerful she was as soon as he crossed the veil, her magick a perfect counterpart to his own.

He growls as his claws dig into the rich wood of his desk. She has refused him at every turn so far. He has promised her the world, showing her everything she could ever want. He tried different tactics each time: coercion, seduction, fear. Each time she refuses, her eyes burrow into him unafraid of who and what he is. It makes his cock hard at the thought of it. His fierce dark queen.

He rummaged through her head once, learning an important detail as she writhed and screamed on the floor. Her connection to Ren. It infuriated him that he could still smell him on her, that he got to taste her before him. He saw them intimate in her memories and it angered him on how much she cherished them. Damn the prophecy, he thinks. The first one wasn’t true and neither was this one. Their bond wasn’t the one foretold. He knows now to get to her he has to break Ren and his hold over her will be gone. It’s the only way.

He can feel his host banging at the walls once more, yelling how all of this wrong. He laughs at this weak boy’s pleas. He was truly a waste of superior magical blood. He pushes him away, silencing him. He looks down at his young strong form, reveling in that it’s so much better than his previous one.

He picks up his glass once more, willing the remaining liquid to become a vintage scotch as the doors open. She is led in by Dameron and Bronte, her hazel eyes lowered on her bound hands. They lead her to his couch, making her sit facing him. They bow and retreat quickly, shutting the doors with a solid thud.

He growls smelling the inferior demons’ lust for her. He can see their lewd and depraved thoughts. He will have to punish them for lusting after what is his. He watches her stare down at her hands, trying to ignore him and the two female demons on the bed. Their over dramatic noises becoming more and more irritating.

“Stop” he says, waiving a clawed hand in their direction. They stop instantly and watch him intensely. He turns back to Rey, waving his hand to magick a tray of expensive and exotic delicacies to appear in front of her. He pours her a glass of a rich merlot and places it in front of her as well. “I’m sorry for that Rey, that was inappropriate” he says smoothly.

She rolls her eyes, turning away from him. He eyes her form, his eyes caching her reddened and scabbed wrists. A part of him feels bad for restraining her but its overridden by his need to make her his first. “You know” he saws sitting next to her “it would be a lot easier for everyone if you took the time to reconsider my offer.”

Her eyes lock with his as he grabs an olive popping it in his mouth. “Your offer to turn on everything and everyone I hold dear? No thank you” she says coldly as he stares at her hands once more. He waves his hand, her bonds falling from her wrists. He moans loudly as he feels her delicious magick flowing freely around her, his cock twitching painfully in his pants in response.

He shifts his body, allowing her a good view of his erection. “That what you do to me, my queen” he says, sending her visions of the two of them together. How their magick will meld, a true dark dyad meant to rule this world. He’s so involved in the scenes in his mind that he almost doesn’t notice her shields raising quickly, blocking his influence.

He opens his eyes, snarling at her defiance. “You will submit” he growls “you will be mine!” His magick crackles around him as he stands, hovering over her. She doesn’t cower like the others, her eyes flashing with limitless power. “I will never be yours. I belong to no one and you will never win” she says lowly, her eyes never leaving his.

He curses as he pulls himself from her, his anger white hot. His magick crackles like black lightning along his skin as he bellows for Pryde. The door opens quickly, the demon standing at the threshold. “Bring him” he growls. Pryde nods and shuts the door. He looks back at Rey and at the female demons on the bed. If he cannot convince her, he will then have to break her as well.

He turns and sits on the bed in front of her, the female demons immediately wrapping themselves around him. He stares at Rey, smirking darkly as they kiss and nip at him, their clawed hands caressing his body. The door opens once more and he smiles as he watches Kylo being drug inside. Rey seems to immediately sense him because she turns quickly, her eyes wide in shock.

“Kylo” she whispers, her eyes immediately filling with tears as he is dumped in the center of the room. He shudders and groans, his wide shoulders shifting against his bonds. Kylo looks up quickly at the sound of her voice. His eyes redden and fangs descend quickly as he notices Asher sitting before him.

Asher growls deeply, standing and walks towards him slowly. The two females also rise and follow, hissing in his direction. Asher looks over to his left, beckoning the long dark haired female demon forward. She stops in front of Asher, her fangs barred and eyes black. “How the mighty have fallen” she laughs as Asher’s arm wraps around her torso, his long fingers playing with her long hair and the gold chain attached to her pierced nipples.

Asher smirks as he feels Kylo’s anger rise at seeing his one time consort Lilim in his arms. “I have won Kylo, just accept it” he says as he turns and looks at Rey. “I always win.” Asher’s eyes glow bright gold as Kylo suddenly screams in pain, his body twitching violently.

Rey stands quickly, her eyes full of tears as she rushes towards him. She almost makes it when a clawed hand grabs her waist and pulls her back. She gasps and cries, struggling against their hold. “Stop please” she cries as she watches Kylo’s body bend at an unnatural angle, his bones cracking loudly.

Asher looks over at her, drunk on the feeling of their pain and suffering. “You can stop this Reyna, you just have to say the word” he says softly. “Rey don’t” Kylo grits out as a new wave of pain hits him, his exhausted body collapsing onto the stone floor. She squeezes her eyes tightly as her tears flow freely.

Asher calls for Pryde once more, telling him to ready the ritual room. “It’s time” he says as he levitates Kylo’s still twitching form from the ground and sends him with Pryde. Rey sniffles as the doors close behind them. “Qarinah, Lilim, prepare our beautiful guest here” he says as he walks back to his desk “she must be perfect for tonight.”

But now for more pain and suffering...sorry not sorry 😜

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[marinersubmariner]

Tracing photos to get a handle on proportions. I’m agonizingly forcing myself to start chipping away at my daunting list of fanart ideas. Hate having to take responsibility for making the content I want to see

#reylo #my art #imagining art projects: 😌🤩😘😎👌 #actually working on art projects: 😑😰😭🤢💀 #i completed one (1) digital painting and was like yes! achievement unlocked! i have proven i can do that and now i can do anything! #me a week later: no that was frustrating and exhausting i’m never doing that again #i have an art degree.