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bluelineblues-blog · 1 year

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(Written for Reylo Microfics’ Holidays 2020 prompts)

CW || non-Reylo babies

Ben startles awake. His back is aching from the night spent in the straight-backed chair by Rey’s bedside.

Hux had warned him that the prairie winds would be like nothing he’d ever heard in his privileged Chandrila upbringing, and he had been right.

But tonight, in Rey’s cabin at the base of the Palpatine foothills, the prairie winds are screaming like a wildcat or a banshee. Or a jilted lover, his mind supplies, his late father’s sense of humor surfacing to keep him company as the storm howls around him in his vigil.

He had heard deafening noise on the battlefield. Nature’s display of power, tonight? Positively eerie.

***

Nursing Aurelia through the blizzard had been exhausting - full of dark nights and red blotchy skin that reminded him more than once of battlefield gore and infectious fevers.

But her fever had finally broken with the storm at dawn, and rewarded Ben’s vigil with a glorious pastel pink and purple sky. He stood outside in the stillness, and murmured brokenly, “thank the Whills.”

***

Ben woke with a start. His exhausted gaze snapped directly to Rey’s still form. The rise and fall of her blankets told him she was but sleeping, and he himself began to breathe the bracing early morning air.

He stood stiffly, nights spent in a straight-backed chair at sickbed doing nothing to ease the ache of old war wounds. He stirred the coals on the hearth to life, adding a couple fresh log splits to build the new day’s fire. He hung the kettle over the fire for coffee.

He glanced out the cabin’s one window, apprehensive about what this day would bring, and inhaled sharply. Frost climbed the glass, leaving delicate filigrees in its wake, and a thin blanket of snow decorated the high country beyond - as though laid by Father Christmas and his elves themselves.

***

“I need to feed the animals, Captain.”

Ben watched as Rey struggled to sit up. “Already taken care of.”

Her brow furrowed. “Their water must be solid ice by n-“

“Took care of that too.”

“But someone needs to check on the Lintras down the pass-“ Rey objected with a wheeze.

Ben sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, and rested a hand gently on Rey’s shoulder. “Missus Lintra stopped in yesterday with a tin of soup for you; said to tell you they were just fine. Let yourself be cared for, for once.” He brushed a damp curl off of her cheek.

Rey finally looked up into his eyes, and her gaze was tired but curious. “How are you even here?” she whispered.

Ben ducked his head. “Hux sent me.” At her start of surprise, he added, “Their, uh, new lodger is on its way. Armitage needed to stay with Rose.”

Rey’s frame slumped in disappointment.

“Doctor Kalonia and Mother Kanata will both be there for her,” Ben reminded her softly. “You can’t help falling ill, and by the time I arrived here so had the storm.”

His throat tightened around his next words, but he’d vowed to say them, if he ever got the chance. His gaze settled on the fire in the hearth. “I couldn’t leave you, Rey. Missus Lintra offered to stay with you, but I had to see you safe again with my own two eyes.”

Overheated fingers grazed his cheek. “Then do so.. Ben.”

He covered her fevered hand with his own, and turned his face to whisper a secret into her palm. “You scared the Whills outta me, Aurelia Niima,” he murmured before turning to regard her fully.

Rey’s fever-pinked cheeks, warm hazel eyes, and soft smile livened her gaze.

“Didn’t mean to, Bennet Solo. Promise.”

He took the hand still resting against his cheek in his own, then, and brushed a kiss gently over her knuckles.

“Yes, ma’am.”

***

Rey had invited Finn in from the biting high country wind. He had removed his hat, unbuttoned his long riding coat, and was unwinding his thick wool scarf when he noticed Ben seated on a footrest by the hearth, dangling a bit of yarn before Rey’s tiny orange mouser Bee.

His jaw dropped, and for several moments the only sounds heard were the wailing of the wind outside and the scrabble of kitten claws against the stone hearth.

Ben rose to his feet. Bee-bee climbed Ben’s pant leg. No one noticed.

Rey stepped between the two men. Looking from one to the other, she said slowly, “Bennet. Seraphin. Is there a problem?”

“No ma’am,” the two men chorused.

Rey rolled her eyes.

***

It was only when Rey’s cheeks had completely lost the flush of fever, and not a moment sooner, that Ben let her resume the lightest of duties unaided in the little high country cabin.

But the days following were unseasonably warm, and Rey longed to see Rose and Armie and to meet the newest resident of Fort Espa.

Ben saddled up Appenza in the stable while Rey changed, then helped her gear for cold weather, wrapping her in scarf and hat before she donned the long canvas and wool duster that served as her best winter coat.

When Rey stepped out of the cabin, she looked up at the large black workhorse, blinking. “Where’s Red?” she inquired.

Ben placed a hand on her arm. “I’d .. like it .. if you rode with me.”

“I’m much better,” Rey replied with a frown. “You don’t need to coddle m-“

“It’s not just that you were sick.” And Rey could see Ben’s ears beneath his hat, having grown substantially pink.

“O-oh.”

***

Appenza’s glossy black mane and coat shone in the late fall sunlight, stark against the drifts of snow. The bits of metal flash on his harness jingled as he trotted along the trail leading down to the fort from the foothills.

And Rey, settled against Ben’s shoulder, his cheek resting against her fur hat, allowed herself to take comfort from his care and concern.

Perhaps she didn’t have to be alone.

***

It seemed the whole town gathered at the charming house on Front Street the Huxes called home. Riding up the street, Rey could see folks speaking animatedly on the porch. As Ben dismounted to hitch up Appenza, Rey could see several visitors through the large sitting-room windows.

Finn crossed the porch towards Appenza and Rey, but was interrupted by a commotion bursting out the front door. “Solo? Where’s R — Rey,” Armitage exclaimed as he caught sight of Rey, still astride the workhorse.

He held out a hand to her, assisting her from the saddle. “Are you all right? We were worried when you didn’t come.”

“I was sick,” Rey replied softly, and she glanced quickly at Ben, blushing. “He saw me through it.”

“Ben’s a good man,” Armie said, squeezing her arm.

“Go on in - there’s a new young lady in town in the sitting room with Rose. She dearly wants to get acquainted.” Armie opened the front door for Rey, then turned back to the hitching post, where Ben stood watching the exchange.

“A daughter then, Hux? Congratulations.”

Armitage held out his right hand. “Solo - Ben - thank you for caring for my sister while she was ill.” His eyes said all the words he could not.

Ben shook the offered hand. “I think you know I’d go a lot farther than the foothills for her,” he admitted slowly.

Hux nodded.

“Pretty sure she’s sweet on you, Ben Solo. She’s never looked at anyone else like that, with rosy cheeks and shy eyes.” Armitage clapped Ben on the shoulder. “Come in - there’s a new bottle of bourbon in my study, and...” he lowered his voice. “I need a drink.”

***

The mood in the Hux home was positively merry.

Miss Paige Hux was perfectly content to be passed around from visitor to visitor. She took particular comfort from Mother Maz, which was not surprising, and from her Uncle Poe, which was.

Rose, generally delighted to be Mrs. Hux at any time, seemed especially in her element as her dear friends hovered about, solicitous of her comfort, her every need, her enjoyment of Miss Paige’s first few days.

If she yawned more often than usual, no one took offense.

And Armitage - after a few mouthfuls of bourbon in his study with Ben - stopped fretting over the health of his wife and daughter, and actually began to smile.

Ben had been sure, watching his parents at odds all through his childhood, he would never have the temperament or the inclination to seek marriage. But occasions like this made the whole concept seem not only possible, but worthwhile.

Well. Occasions like this, and Rey.

***

“I brought you something,” Rey told Rose as she passed the sleeping Paige back to Mother Maz. Reaching into her satchel, she withdrew a rolled-up animal skin.

Rose took the gift, then unrolled it to reveal a clean, soft sheepskin. “It will keep her warm in her cradle,” she replied, running a hand over the soft fur. “Thank you, Rey.”

Rey smiled, glad that her gift pleased her friend.

***

The last night of 187- was cold and clear. Rey knew that if she stepped out of doors, she could see the gas lamps of Fort Espa glimmering to match the town’s merriment.

No number of gas lights could persuade her to be anywhere else but beside her small hearth, amusing Bee-Bee with yarn while Ben - her Ben, she added mentally, pink spreading across her cheeks - roasted chestnuts on the fire.

There was nowhere she would rather be.

***

By the time Rey returned from her day of hunting with barely a hare to show for her hard work, she was frustrated and ready for an evening by the fire.

But as she rounded the stable, she could see Appenza tethered in front of the cabin. Her pulse quickened.

When she reached her door, she was smiling.

Before her hearth sat Ben, a contented Bee snoozing in his lap, and a large wooden crate. The lid read “Capt. Bennet Solo and Miss Aurelia Niima, Ft. Espa, T—.”

“It arrived on the train today,” Ben said softly. “From Mother.”

Rey removed her gloves, her hat, and her coat mindlessly, eyes on the crate all the while. By the time she leaned over to kiss Ben’s cheek, it had pinked adorably.

“Tell me,” she murmured.

He caught her smaller hand in one of his great big paws. “Her last letter arrived just after your illness,” he replied. “Full of entreaties to come back home to Chandrila, find a nice girl, and settle down.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “I sent her a Telegraph - told her I had already found a nice girl in Ft. Espa, and that I was staying here.”

His brow furrowed. “I didn’t wish to presume... I have no idea how she acquired your name. She has informants everywhere, I suppose. Is it too much, Rey? I’m s—“

Rey thought for a moment, on Armie, who had taken her under his wing, considered her family, and brought her with him to Ft. Espa rather than leave her behind. Of Rose, like a sister, and Mother Maz, who listened to her problems and gave her good advice.

She looked down at this bear of a man who held her hand, and her heart took a leap of faith. “No, it’s not too much.”

Ben shifted, dislodging a reluctant Bee, and drew Rey down to give her a sweet, tender kiss. Surprised by the sweetness on his lips, Rey startled.

“What have you been eating?”

He grinned. From behind him he took a flat, white box. The top read “Mures & Coan, Confectioners”.

He removed the lid, and Rey stared down at three rows of chocolates - the smoothest, glossiest chocolate she had ever seen. “Try one,” Ben whispered.

She popped one in her mouth immediately. “Omaguh,” she stuttered, covering her mouth with her other hand. This was not the grainy, oddly-textured candy Armie had purchased for her when they first arrived on this continent. It was smooth, and rich, and Rey was thoroughly entranced — by the chocolate, and by the look in Ben’s warm brown eyes.

#the best tracker in espa county #Blue writes Reylo

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greyofjakku · 6 years

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Prompt: Rey and Kylo meet on the battle field; and with both sides watching they lay down their weapons, run into each others' arms and stand together. Rebellion/Resistance not happy. FO just real confused mostly/Hux is like: wtf?

I am so sorry this took so long, things have been crazy the past week. Also, I️ totally ran with this anon, I’m so sorry haha 😂😂😂

The air hung still between them, despite the cacophony of the battle around their disparate forms.

Blaster bolts flied past, electricity crackled, and ships dodged low overhead, but somehow it was only the two of them in that smoking, grassy plain.

He looked worse.

Hair clung stringily to his sweat-dampened forehead, lank and dull. Deep purple splotches lined his under-eyes, and his face was pale and wane around the scar she’d bestowed upon him.

He was alive, but barely living.

She herself probably looked no better, spending restless nights tossing and turning alongside him, both there and yet not in the magnifying presence of that bond of theirs.

His arm dropped, crimson saber faltering in unsure hands.

The eternal twin to him, her saber staff did the same.

Wordlessly, they stared across the distance between them, ashes and blood weeping into the ground around them.

Rey was the first to move - as always.

She sprints towards him with a startling determination that has his mouth twitching despite the danger.

There is beauty in her ferocity, in her all-consuming rage.

His eyes flutter shut, saber falling from his grasp as she sprints towards him.

He is a man resigned to his fate, done fighting forces beyond his control.

He awaits the slash of her plasma blade through his chest, bracing for it as though she is something to be weathered.

Instead there is a dull thud as her own weapon hits the ground beside his.

Barely opening his eyes in time, she crashes into him with all the fury and beauty of a thunderstorm.

His arms unconsciously wrap around her form, folding her into his embrace like they’ve done this a thousand times before. (They haven’t; hadn’t even dared to dream of it)

One of them is shaking - he’s not sure who. Perhaps it’s both of them.

“Please,” she’s gasping against him, tears glistening down flushed, freckle-strewn cheeks.

“I️ know,” he responds, cradling her head like she’s some delicate thing (what a laughable thought that is).

They remain that way, holding one another - as enemies, as lovers, as something more.

It’s just them on this battlefield of ash and blood and death, two bright, burning stars in the chaos.

The battle stills around them, like moving through ambered honey, slowing to a complete standstill.

First Order and Resistance fighters alike pause to take in the sight of the two enemies locked in an embrace in the midst of it all. Dark and light clothing enmeshed until they can’t tell where he begins and she ends.

Both sides are a mix of outrage, shock, awe, and, perhaps, even a spark of hope.

Hope that maybe now this blasted war can end once and for all.

At the forefront of the base, General Leia looks on, unsurprised, with a practically short-circuiting C-3PO beside her.

“The Prince and the scavenger,” she mutters, a hint of a smile on her lips. “It was practically meant to be.”

Miles away across the field, General Hux reacts differently.

“Wh-how-they can’t be doing this!” He splutters, face gradually turning the same bright shade of his hair.

He throws an absolute fit, despite all the times he’s made fun of Kylo Ren for similar tantrums.

However, the two in the middle of it all notice none of this, oblivious.

“You came back to me,” Rey breathes to him, a smile pulling at her lips.

He nuzzles at her neck with his nose, pressing a sweet kiss there against her fluttering pulse.

“No. I came home.”

#reylo christmas prompt #reylo prompts #reylo christmas prompts #reylo fic prompt #reylo fic #reylo fanfic #reylo drabble #reylo drabbles #Ara writes #Arawrites

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nabenrrie · 3 years

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Holiday baking fluff wherein Ben’s full of dread because Rey has decided she wants to bake chocolate chip cookies.

Initially, Ben tried to talk her out of it. (“We can buy cookies from that little shop around the corner.”)

Rey persists. Rose sent her a recipe a couple of weeks ago and she’s been dying to test it out.

Ben suggests there could be something important in the story included before the recipe that Rey quickly scrolls past to get to the ingredients.

After completing each step in the recipe, Rey leaves a mess in her wake as Ben tails her around the kitchen, dusting the mess of flour off of the counter, wiping away the egg whites from the surface where she cracked them, and scrubbing all of the measuring cups and spoons clean in the sink after she’s left them dirty and scattered all around the kitchen.

Ben turns down the speed on their bright yellow KitchenAid mixer — the one that his parents gifted them last December — to avoid causing a cloud of flour that would suffocate them after Rey cranked it up to the highest speed.

Ben aids Rey as she scrapes every last bit of cookie dough stuck to the mixing spoon into the bowl.

Ben has to stop Rey from licking the remainder of raw cookie dough he told her to leave behind on the spoon after insisting there was enough to mold cookies into. Considering Rey’s adventurous — to Ben, appalling — palate, her cast-iron stomach could probably tolerate a little salmonella. (Rey said ”RIP to your weak bowels, Solo, but I’m simply built different.”)

Rey tells Ben he needs to calm down and kicks him out of the kitchen to leave her to it. (“I think I can handle myself.”)

So, Ben retires to the living room, slumped on the couch to watch It’s A Wonderful Life to distract himself from the loud clatter coming from the kitchen.

The only thing that truly calms his nerves though is Rey’s cheery singing of holiday tunes that she has playing on a radio as she molds each cookie into shape.

“Something’s burning!” a paranoid Ben shouts when an alarm goes off a while later, leaping from the couch to survey the damage.

“That’s the timer, Ben.” Rey whips past him to heave the trays out from the oven. Ben grabs an oven mitt of his own to help her.

With a sheepish grin, Ben is left to contend “they didn’t come out half bad,” embracing Rey, who wraps her arms around his torso.

Ben and Rey finish the movie, snuggled on the couch, indulging on the cookies.

But... Rey does admit she might have eaten one too many cookies.

#reylo #rey #ben solo #christmas #christmas fluff #holiday fluff #reylo fluff #fluff #reylo au #reylo prompt #domestic reylo #scribblings #my posts #nabenrrie

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thewayofthetrashcompactor · 4 years

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Winter Holiday Prompts

I’ve been trying to find a holiday prompt list, but didn’t find any where I wanted to write most of them, so I ended up cobbling a few together and making my own. List has 50 prompts mixed from here, here, here, here, here, here, and here, plus my own additions.

Send me a prompt or an emoji + a number and I’ll do my best to write a short fic!

🌿 Deck the Halls 🌿

What no I have no idea how mistletoe got under every doorway in our house...but since it’s there we should really honor the tradition

Yes you look like a movie star with your tinsel boa but i think it suits me better so ha

I love you but your christmas ornaments are weird, we’re not putting those on the tree

You’re gonna fall off the roof if you try hanging lights with that ladder

Yes, I know it’s a 6 foot door and this tree is at least 8 ft but i’m not asking for advice I'm asking for help

🌲 Rocking Around the Christmas Tree 🌲

Our christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt

I came to my friend’s family holiday party as their fake date but have just definitely spotted my soulmate over by the green beans

I was really looking forward to this holiday party bc my crush was supposed to be here but they've just introduced me to their date

I already told you i don’t like ugly christmas sweater parties because everyone just wears one that’s vaguely cute anyways so what’s the point and wHAT THE FUCK IS THAT I’VE ACTUALLY NEVER SEEN A SWEATER THAT UGLY WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S PART OF A MATCHING SET

🎁 All I Want for Christmas is Youuu 🎁

I got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years

I have a crush on you and we turned out to be secret santas and oh no you put a lot of effort into your gift and mine is garbage so I better make it up to you after work

I mixed up my wrapped presents and accidentally gave you a suggestive gift but you’re into it so I’m just gonna go with it

You asked me what I wanted for christmas and I was feeling really sarcastic so I said “a unicorn” and you actually went out and got me a stuffed unicorn

We’re in line absurdly early for black friday and both intend to buy the same item

I/MY MOM KNITTED YOU A SWEATER

🔔 Jingle Bell Rock 🔔

We’re going ice skating for the first time this year and it’s pretty obvious that you’re secretly an olympic figure skater or something how the hell are you so graceful, I can barely stand

let’s go walk around and look at all the lights and stuff

PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF

I should probably be at home sleeping off this terrible cold but there's so much to do for the holidays, no I don't need your help

The nye countdown has begun uh oh it’s my platonic bff conveniently within kissing distance

I broke my ankle slipping on ice but hey at least the ER nurse is cute

Snowman/gingerbread house/tree decorating competition aka why can’t I be less competitive

💚 You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch 💚

Yes I know it’s almost christmas no that doesn’t mean you should watch every movie with snow in it seriously i can hear you singing along to love is an open door in front of my room and this needs to stop

We’re the only people in this movie theater on christmas eve; what’s your excuse

Actor that hates christmas gets cast in hallmark movies and they really need the paycheck

It’s not yet thanksgiving you’re not allowed to play christmas music until at least december 1st

If I hear that same terrible cover of a christmas song one more time, I’m going to stab someone

No, I’m not helping at this party willingly, what was your first clue?

How am I not the only one in the ER for getting in a fight just before Christmas

I just loudly announced that santa isn’t real and turned around and there’s an entire group of children looking like they might cry and their teacher/chaperone looks murderous but also slightly entertained

You accidentally got in the middle of my very mature snowball fight with my adult friends, pls don’t sue us

🌰 Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire 🌰

I know we've never talked even though we're neighbors but my oven broke and people are coming in an hour, can I bake this in yours?

Hi we’re neighbours and omg are you alright i could smell cooking burning - whoaaa step aside i’ll handle this

Someone ate my advent chocolate for today, and when I find out who it was, they will suffer

stop eating the popcorn you little shit, i can’t make caramel popcorn balls with just caramel

I'm making christmas cookies sTOP SNEAKING IN HERE TO EAT THE DOUGH OR I’LL SMACK YOU WITH A SPOON

If you try stealing the whipped cream off of my hot chocolate again i swear i will stab you with a candy cane

Barista + person who unironically orders specialty holiday drinks that are 90000% sugar

Food delivery person + person who ordered food on NYE in pajamas

❄ No Place Like Home for the Holidays ❄

You're a rich asshole who only flies first class but the airline messed up and you have to bear the indignity of coach if you wanna get home by christmas and I’m very amused in the seat next to you

I know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside

We’re strictly ‘platonic’ but we’re snowed in omg we’re gonna have to repopulate the earth

I slipped on ice outside your house and you ran out barefoot to help me quick let’s get inside under a blanket

I know it’s supposed to be romantic to be snowed in but literally all I have in my apartment is pop tarts

I'm RA-ing over the holiday and this is the 3rd time in 2 days you've been locked out of your room and i can't tell if you're trying to make a move or if your life is genuinely this out of control

There’s a storm and omg I’m losing signal are you okay?? hold on let me drive 489432 miles to get you the night before christmas

My car broke down on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and you're the only one who's answering their phone

You said you were coming over but it's been a while and you haven't shown up and the snow is getting heavy and I'm starting to panic

My flight got delayed and I'm taking selfies to send to the fam about how annoyed I am and I just realized you're photobombing all of them; can I help you??

Living the nyc dream is nice but it also means I can't fly back west for the holidays and I'm moody about it and literally WHOMST is playing christmas music let me sulk in peace

#winter prompts #fic prompts #christmas prompts #winter holiday prompts #reylo prompts #holiday prompt list #christmas prompt list #fic prompt list #winter holiday prompt list #prompts #prompt list #prompt meme #prompt me

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riaria84 · 5 years

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Auld Lang Syne - Chapter 4

Sorry this is ridiculously late @trixie-ren !!!

Rey’s presence in his parents lives had tormented him for years, her existence somehow always hanging over him like a malevolent shadow. And now she was torturing him with every passing moment and she didn’t even know it.

They ate breakfast and lunch in amiable silence. He didn’t know her well but it became clear that a sure way to this girl’s heart was through her stomach - not that he wanted anything to do with her heart.

@thereylowritingden @houseplaidam @wewantreylo @reysexualkylo @thedarkside-and-thelight @atchamberlin @loveofescapism @house-crylo @house-crylo @houseswolo

#reylo #rey and kylo ren #rey and ben solo #the writing den #gift fic #plaidam prompt #Christmas presents in March #house plaidam

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kfawkes · 6 years

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Christmas prompts #28 - Reylo ;)

Okay ;.; it is finally your turn hahahah. Thanks for being patient my love! I hope you like this **ASSS ALWAYS I CHANGED THE PROMPT A LITTLE DON’T HATE ME BUT I HAD DO.**

“Please tell me you aren’t searching my room for where I’ve hidden the presents.”

“Yeah, uh huh, got it.” Rey’s voice was rushed as she lightly bounced on the balls of her feet. It wasn’t so much that she had better things to do than this, so much as she just wanted to be alone.

And by be alone, she meant talking with Ben…

Poe smiled having definitely caught on to her increasing desire to be left… alone, setting his arm to Finn’s elbow lightly in gesture to get things moving. He pulled Finn closer, setting his chin softly atop his shoulder as he locked eyes rather pointedly with Rey when speaking. “We better get goin’, babe. I think Rey’s… tired.” Poe paused just long enough to seem natural while Rey nodded, even adding a fake yawn…

“Sooo tired. It’s been a long day of… eating and… stuff.” She smiled not nearly convincingly enough, but lucky for her it seemed Poe was at least on her side.

Just as Finn opened his mouth to question her statements authenticity Poe slid his fingers between his and began tugging him towards the door.

“Yeah, alright then. Get some rest, Rey. Christmas is tomorrow… big day.”

The second Finn’s back was turned Rey smiled and mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ to her new friend. She hadn’t known the pilot long but she knew enough to confidently say there was no better man for her best friend. And he had helped her out just now, so clearly he was a good guy.

To be fair Rey was tired, truly she was… but she also wasn’t exactly sure if it was lack of sleep or the annoying amount of time she’d spent thinking about Ben that made her so exhausted.

The latter most likely, she thought as she rubbed her hands together anxiously.

No one else knew about their… whatever this was yet, and Rey couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about fraternizing with the enemy. She was positive though that she could bring him to the light… positive that he would one day be more than just a shadow of his grandfather.

That one day, he would be hers…

Rey swallowed deeply, sitting rather forcefully to the edge of the bed, her elbows pressed lightly to the tops of her knees as she wait… And within seconds, just like he knew she needed him; the soft hums of the ship faded out as he faded in.

“Bout time you show up…” Rey leaned back into her arms awkwardly. She really wasn’t good at this, and there was nothing like a tall, dark and handsome distraction to remind her of that.

Ben was dressed in all black like usual, he stood strong and stoic as ever; his scar was healing nicely, and he even almost looked happy if you could believe it. There was something in the way he looked at Rey now that made her weak– far weaker than normal. It was as if she were a masterpiece or some puzzle to be solved and the longer his eyes were transfixed to hers, the weaker she felt.

“Good to see you too, Rey.” he nearly smiled, she was sure of it… he walked around the room slowly, eyeing every surface in great detail. Peeking over and around, sometimes trying to touch the things he started down upon.

Their connection was so strong now that they could see each others surroundings just as if they were in the same room, and when they touched it felt like they were side by side, skin on skin…

“What are you doing..?” Rey leaned forward once more eyeing him carefully. Yup, he was definitely up to something… “You can’t be serious… are you actually searching for gifts right now? You think I’d get you anythin’ after Crait?”

They probably shouldn’t have been joking about topics such as these, but there were a lot of things they shouldn’t have been doing. This whole relationship for starters…

Kylo turned then, his smile faint yet just as charming and so completely guilty. He voiced the word ‘no’ very clearly, but nodded his head up and down in a ‘yes’.

Rey of course only found this all the more alluring, and that thought alone was enough to turn her cheeks a lovely shade of rose. Maybe he was rubbing off on her a bit too…

“You’re bad, Ben,” she teased quietly as she shakes her leg restlessly to the side.“truly terrible.”

“I am… but I think you like it.” Ben was nearly whispering, his words lined assuredly. The look he held now was closer to lust than the boyish innocence he tried to play off only moments before…

He stepped closer and when he reached her, he lowered slowly to his knees. Kneeling before her and placing himself just barely between her parted legs with hands resting atop her thighs; eyes wide and gaze soft yet steady, not saying a single word.

Rey licked her lips lightly then pulled in her cheek in thought. She was still very unsure just what any of this meant or if it meant anything at all. There wasn’t much she knew to be frank other than it was a bad idea, but bad idea or not, she’d made up her mind…

“Maybe I do.” and now with Ben only seconds from touching his lips to hers, she didn’t care at all. Not one tiny bit.

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#Reylo #rey x kylo ren #reylo fanfic #The Last Jedi #tlj fanfic #christmas #prompt #ask #answered #fawkes talks #<3 #I tried #I hope this is good #my brain is mush lol #my gifs

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Facts, Fics, and FAQs

I’m Lovesbitca8, AKA Julie Soto, AKA Juls Beth. I’m a Romance author, playwright, and fanfic writer for the Harry Potter and Star Wars fandom. My debut novel is FORGET ME NOT, out July 2023.

I’m not taking any requests or prompts at this time for fanfiction.

All of my works can be found on my AO3 profile.

My Official Transformative Works Policy is here, including information on translations, bookbinding, etc.

You can follow my author Instagram or my fandom Instagram. There is a Facebook Group dedicated to discussing my fanfiction works that I’m very active in called Rights & Wrongs.

As of April 2021 I have closed my tumblr Asks so I can cut back on social media time.

Frequently Asked Questions:

Q: Do I have to read The Right Thing To Do/All The Wrong Things before starting The Auction? A: It is not necessary to read TRTTD and ATWT before starting The Auction, but is it highly recommended.

Q: What order should I read the Rights and Wrongs series in? A: Suggested Order: The Right Thing To Do All the Wrong Things Birth Right The Auction When What’s Right is Wrong (oneshot) Wrong Time, Wrong Place (oneshot) All Right (WIP)

Q: Are you writing a Draco POV for The Auction? A: I have no plans to write a Draco POV. It would be a very dark work, far darker than The Auction already is. Yes, I could only write the “happy, angsty, sexy parts,” but that doesn’t interest me at this time. I never intended for The Auction to have a Draco POV counterpart.

Q: Where can I read the happily-ever-after drabbles from the TRTTD universe? The babies, the wedding, Grandpa Lucius, and babysitter Harry? A: Those are posted in my WIP fic All Right. Or you can search my tumblr for the tags #Lucy and #Sebastian.

Q: Do you have any fic recs? A: Unfortunately, with how busy my schedule is, I don’t have time to read as much as I’d like to. My fear in rec’ing is that I’d leave off many wonderful fics if I provided a list of recs.

Q: Are you going to continue *insert name of fic*? A: I do not abandon fics, so likely: yes. If there is no update schedule for a fic, that means that I am either busy writing other things or I am being held hostage by my muse. If I take an intentional hiatus, I will announce it.

Q: Did you take down your Reylo fic The Food of Love? Can I still read it? A: I did remove it from AO3. I am turning it into an original novel! I am no longer sending the PDF out.

Q: What does your username mean? A: It’s two great Buffy the Vampire Slayer quotes smashed together. See this post for an explanation.

Q: What is the podcast? A: My Alpha team and I started a podcast called Austen, Bronte, and Hugo Walk Into a Bar for recapping Auction chapters and discussing the writing/editing process. We started it after posting chapter 29 and then went back to the beginning, so the episodes are “out of order” so to speak.

List of Fics

HARRY POTTER - DRAMIONE

Rights and Wrongs Series: The Right Thing To Do - rated E, 36/36 - 175,000 words All the Wrong Things - rated E, 24/24 - 160,000 words Birth Right - rated T, 6/6 - 28,500 words The Auction - rated E, 41/41 - 325,000 words When What’s Right is Wrong - rated E, oneshot - 5,000 words Wrong Time, Wrong Place - rated E, oneshot - 1,300 words All Right (WIP) - rated E, 6/? - drabble series

Multi-chapters

Good - rated E, 7/7 - 45,000 words

Every Day, a Little Death - rated E, 11/11 - 67,000 words

Oneshots

Kiss Me, Haunt Me, Kill Me - rated T - 4,600 words

familiar faces, worn out places - rated E - 7,300 words

oh my god, they were roommates - rated E - 7,500 words

apples & cream - rated E - 1,400 words

Sock It to Me - rated E - 1,000 words

We’ll Always Have Paris… and Venice, and Moscow, and Amsterdam, and Perth, and Hong Kong, and New York, and Madrid - rated E - 4,800 words

I Think It Might - rated E - 6,000 words

Christmas Fics

A Stake of Holly Through His Heart - rated E, oneshot - 8,700 words

Whiteout - rated E, oneshot - 4,100 words

Ribbons Down Her Back - rated T, oneshot - 3,300 words

Mistletoe Woes - rated E, 3/3 - 7,700 words

brandy, apricot, and spice - rated T, oneshot - 2,000 words

STAR WARS - REYLO

The Food of Love - rated E, 12/12 - TAKEN DOWN and no longer available

Diverging - rated E, 5/5, - 26,000 words

Nothing Nice to Say - rated E, oneshot - 3,900 words

He Made It Through the Wilderness (somehow he made it through) - rated E, oneshot - 6,700 words

Saving Mr. Wanks - rated E, oneshot - 6,700 words

chase all your cares away - rated E, oneshot - 4,600 words

by any other name - rated E, oneshot - 5,000 words

#masterpost #FAQ #fic list

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