I’ve been getting back into fanfic reading lately, and I’m far along enough in a fic by an author I like to recommend“Epilogue”by BlueEnvelopes965 as a good TROS “fix it” read. I’m really enjoying it.
It is a completed 51 chapter fic that features Rey, Ben Solo, Darth Plageuis and assorted minor characters following the events of TROS.
It’s funny and intriguing, and I keep putting work aside to come back and read it! I suspect it will be the ending we DESERVE and didn’t get!
“Sympathy for the Devil” Chapter 5 - Inherent Violence
Kylo’s given in to his fate, watching over humanity with a jaded eye as the Force continues its destruction… until Rey’s life is at risk. Now, all the walls that hold him back have shattered. What happens now?
I love this story and the accompanying illustrations on each page!! It’s very different, not a HEA necessarily (I don’t think it will be), but it’s thought provoking and very different from anything in Reylo World that I’ve read. Author is new to me, but I really like her writing! Recommend highly!
If you can, please reblog. It’s sad seeing all the work that has gone into this and that it’s falling under the radar. At least check out the art, even if the story doesn’t appeal to you - as you can see from the story plates, it’s worth it!
When Rey meets Ben for the first time on Cantonica, she is both repelled and drawn to him. Beautiful, decadent, and everything she is not, Ben Solo is the galaxy’s golden boy, a playboy prince that is as famous for his sexual exploits as he is for being the son of Senator Leia Organa and General Han Solo. Rey hates what he stands for, and the life he represents, but she can’t deny that there’s something that runs between them, even though she knows better than to catch feelings for an Aristo, especially one as infamous as Ben Solo.
As their lives continually converge and tangle, Rey and Ben find themselves on a path that will reveal the dark undercurrent that’s working to solidify its power in the galaxy. And as their attraction increases and their relationship grows more complicated, Rey will discover whether she’s in league with an angel… or the devil himself.
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Rey tries to think up good reasons why she shouldn’t climb into Ben’s lap (there are few), while Ben braids secret Alderaanian messages into her hair. It’s time for Rey to step into Ben’s wild and glamorous world, but can she handle the hard truth beneath all that glitter?
Read Chapter 10 now on Ao3orFFnet (edited for rating, so if you’re not into explicit, this is the place for you).
“braids secret Alderaanian messages into her hair” - bwahaha, I’m in!
This is such a unique fic! 3 out of 6 chapters completed so far with original artwork on each by the author @nixcomix1. So different from anything Reylo I’ve read before! Check it out if you are in the mood for something a little different. Please reblog if you can, it’s flying well under the radar. I love these little hidden gems!
Ben loves Rey, perfectly, innocently, and without end - even more than he loves the Force. But what happens when his fate is already decided… and he’s on a path to destroy all he holds dear?
Illustrated by me.
This will be my last Reylo fic, guys. Join me on my journey. <3
*In my previous post I said I couldn’t find the artwork to go with this story, and then I found this post! Check out the Reylo creation-in-the-Force AU with the gorgeous artwork to go with it!
I love finding new stories, and this one is very different, kind of like reading an illustrated fable about soulmates torn apart by Fate. Each chapter has a beautiful illustration by the author.
I’m sooooo glad people are still writing/drawing/creating! A little balm for our battered souls, right? Anyway, happy reading!
“Sympathy for the Devil” Chapter 3 - The First Death
There is an insatiable hunger that can’t be quenched, no matter how hard Ben tries. It’s not his fault, it’s never his fault - but that doesn’t mean he’s not to blame.
You should visit the page just to see the illustration, which I do not see on author’s Tumblr, but trust me, it’s gorgeous.
Here’s a little sample of the gorgeous writing from Chapter 1:
The minute she was created, she became his everything. Whereas he was a creature of earth, she was born of the sky. He’d created things with wings, but they were heavy, needing the ground to rest, but she was lighter than helium and her four wings put all else to shame. She never needed to touch the ground, her lovely taloned feet staying clasped as she hovered above Ben, pressing kisses into his hair and touching their noses together, her sweet smiles meant only for him. His lips pouted slightly before falling into a sigh, making her a name just as the Force made his.
Don’t you just love discovering new stories? It’s flying under the radar, too - please reblog and give this a signal boost!
The conflict between the First Order and Ken Palpatine has reached its boiling point. In order to assure the safety of her family, Rey agrees to marry the apprentice of the First Order’s leader, Kylo Ren. Will the galaxy’s hope be restored or it will be further shrouded in darkness?
I love an arranged marriage AU! Thanks for letting me know about this one, @helenfl92 ! Check it out, Reylos!
It’s loud and all-encompassing and it expels Rey out of the passionate kiss she’s sharing with her prisoner.
The slick oily darkness she’s come to associate with her Master oozes inside her mind as she’s summoned through their psychic link forged over many years of use.
Kiss broken, the obsidian gaze that stares back at her is filled with pain and worry.
“What was that?" her ward pleads, eyes searching hers, shoulders curling forward and trembling hands still grasping onto her.
Pursing her lips in thought, she gives an almost imperceptible shake of her head with narrowed eyes.
"You heard that?” she quizzes. How could he have possibly heard her Master’s voice in her head?
*****
Yes! This story has been resurrected from its 2-year hiatus! New chapters are being worked on now.
ClickHERE for Chap 5, Click HEREto start from the beginning.
Post-TLJ. Kylo is forced out of the First Order, and Rey catches up with him. He has some interesting information about her parents that will lead her on a quest for revenge. And Kylo will help every step of the way.
Rated T for Teen Chapter 1/? 2.2k words so far
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Kylo’s grip was waning.
After the fiasco at Crait, he heard the whispers behind his back, that which echoed throughout the First Order. It came from no one source; everyone was thinking it: that Kylo was unhinged. A terrible leader. Distracted. Incomplete in his training. Too involved in personal affairs. He’d cost them the victory. Now the Resistance ran free, right when they were in their grasp. He failed. Nothing like Snoke.
Snoke? Did Rey really kill Snoke? And the guards? Alone?
Kylo could feel his army turning on him. He made examples where he could, to reinstate fear, but it wasn’t enough. In fact, it only made them hate him more.
Even sitting alone in his room, he could feel the outside turmoil of the First Order. The rumors and twistings. He was devising what new ways he could arrest their obedience, when she appeared.
Rey knows all about waiting. She has waited all her life to find her belonging. After the final battle of Exegol, she thinks she has found it on the Falcon with the Skywalker name. But three years later, she finds herself docked on Tatooine with a brokenhearted Millennium Falcon, a drawer of scavenged legacies, and a feeling of immense loss and lives not lived. If she ever hopes to find her belonging, she must take the first steps towards grieving, healing, and feeling.
After a year and a half of writing and planning, today–St. Valentine’s Day and, apparently, International Fanworks Day–I finally started posting my Reylo as Cupid/Eros and Psyche fanfic, “Saving Love”!
“She glanced down at his hands wrapped around hers. Hands that had murdered innocents, hands that had held the blade that struck down his father, ripped open her best friend, and met hers in battle. But it was those same hands that had trembled as they reached for her fingertips, hands that had given her more pleasure than she knew possible, hands that steadied her now.”
Last month I tweeted that Rian Johnson changed my life. Although I’ve been prone to Rian Johnson-related dramatic hyperbole over the last three years, this time I was very serious.
I’m so excited to finally share that my book has found the perfect home at The Dial Press / Random House!
You all gave me the support and encouragement to write and share my stories…plus countless hours of entertainment and angst and anticipation for updates. I adore the amount of imagination and creativity that’s been poured into this fandom.
Some time in the next two years (yeah, traditional publication takes a long time), the book will come out. Physically. It will have a cover and my name and blurbs and some unfortunate audiobook narrator will have to read my faux-Chuck Tingle passages without laughing.
Best of all, I get to spend more time in this little universe that’s so personal to me. Especially after this hellish last year, it’s been like escaping into a time and place that I can revisit when I need comfort. Or a knish.
While I get my website set up, I’ve created a beautiful and temporary mailing list at https://www.kategoldbeck.pizza/slice. I’ll be sending out fun extras to folks who sign up.
Thank you so much to everyone who left kudos or comments! Fanfic is valid as fuck.
hi friends, i’ve noticed an uptick in requests for the Doing the Unstuck pdf/epub. if you want it, please DM me directly here or on twitter or instagram instead of asking the internet/another reader. i have a few disclaimers i like to share before sending *and* I have a slightly corrected copy.
one of the best things about fanfic is the ability to provide tags, CWs, and authors notes on a chapter-by-chapter basis. when i offered the pdf, it didn’t occur to me that people who hadn’t read the fic in 2018 would want it. the pdf i made was *only* the text of the story.
i haven’t read the fic in literal years but i’m pretty sure there’s stuff in there that hits differently in 2022 or that would benefit from some context or additional CWs. (this was also the first fic i ever wrote and i was still learning how to do…everything?)
i should add that the novel is substantially different from the fic. hopefully i can talk about that process someday. i’m confident that if you liked Doing the Unstuck, you’ll *love* the book. they are definitely two totally different reading experiences. ♀️
OR: Rey is Ben’s Instacart shopper. He has special requests.
“Would you mind—could you maybe put a shirt on or something?”
Ben makes direct eye contact with her, while making zero effort to put a shirt on.
He somehow seems to become more naked as he digs through the bags. It’s probably just a trick of her mind. But his shoulder blades move beneath his creamy, freckled skin in a way that makes her curious about what would happen if her hand just happened to brush against—
“Kinder Bueno? Kinder—” He holds out the candy bar up like he’s just unearthed a something of enormous archaeological significance. “What is this?”
“It’s hazelnut cream and a crispy wafer covered in milk choc—”
“Iknow what it is, why did you buy it?”
“It’s like ten times better than Toblerone, which they didn’t have anyway. I did you a favor.”
He tilts his head like he’s spoiling for a fight.
“If you actually read my instructions, you would have noticed that I don’t eat—" he makes a sort of grimacing face, like he’s pained to even say the words “—milk chocolate.”
Rey gazes at the red and white wrapper, with its tantalizingly airbrushed images of chocolate and hazelnuts, and feels her stomach cry out. She reaches her right hand up in front of him and grabs the package out of his hand, barely brushing his finger against hers.
“I do.” She shoves it in the back pocket of her jeans. “I eat it.”
He looks dumbfounded for a second, before allowing his eyes to drift downward, in the direction of her hand, and then her back pocket—and, therefore—her ass.
Insta-heart (real name: Instacock) was featured on the Fangasm podcast!
I haven’t listened yet because I’m a coward, but I believe they read the fic aloud and comment on it, humorously? I’ve heard great things about the podcast, in general, and maybe I will get past the cringe factor of listening to my own dumb fic words being spoken out loud.
(yes, there is a 9 and it will be the actual last chapter)
“It’s different for you and you know it,” he insists, sitting up on his elbow. “They’ve been leaving you alone because they don’t think you…do this kind of thing.”
“I don’t.”
“And after I’m gone, you’ll never hear the end of it.”
Rey pulls her coat a little tighter around her torso, and Ben is once again torn between wanting that smug bastard to see her neck and knowing what a terrible idea that would be.
"Dang it. Well, maybe you can catch a nap after the matinee.” Dameron leaps back to his feet. “Thing is, I knew Solo wouldn’t actually do a damn thing. But I’ll bet he was giving you a piece of his mind all night.”
Ben notices the corner of her mouth curve up the slightest little amount. Or, at least, he thinks he does.
“It’s different for you and you know it,” he insists, sitting up on his elbow. “They’ve been leaving you alone because they don’t think you…do this kind of thing.”
“I don’t.”
“And after I’m gone, you’ll never hear the end of it.”
An exploration of Rey’s unseen grief over Ben’s death at the end of TROS.
(feat. Force Ghost Ben and a happy ending.)
preview:
The moment he is gone she forgets how to grieve.
The first and only thing she feels is pain, sharp and unyielding, like she has been run through by a lightsaber right in the soft spot at the base of her neck.
The pain fades quickly and is replaced instead by a hollowness that spreads from the centre of her chest outwards; an implacable coldness that consumes her quickly. She feels her face ease from its tormented grimace into something that might have almost been considered serene if it didn’t feel so much like a brumal death from within. She exhales softly, a light breath released from lips that have gone numb.
Her hands dazedly pat the soft material of his tunic, still warm from his body, as though she has somehow just missed him. As though she’ll still make contact with a solid form underneath and within.
Instead, all she encounters is the scrabbled ground beneath the fabric. There is no warm, breathing, living man within. It is now just an overlay for the hard unyielding rock below.
Had it truly been just moments before that she had held him in her arms, legs spread across his, their chests touching?
Was it really only seconds prior where their lips had met, held and captured, his mouth moving against her own? The feel of his fevered breath expelling from his nose and hitting her cheek as they desperately, awkwardly tasted each other for the first time? His arms hefting her, holding her, crushing her to him?
Had it even really happened?
For a moment she wonders if maybe she is dead again.
Maybe she is still dead.
Maybe she was always dead?
The feeling is the same, after all. The feeling of being trapped in that horrid liminal space where she had screamed and screamed in isolated terror, her voice singular amongst the endless stars; that inky blackness symbolizing a blank eternity.
Her throat feels raw, raw like she is still screaming although her face does not move aside from the slow descent of her eyelids, blink after painful blink.
Her breath comes out in short bursts as she scrambles up on shaky legs. At the last second she reaches down and grasps the shirt still on the ground, crumpling it up and sticking it under her arm. Her feet feel like leaden weights, knees wobbling, the coldness in her chest beginning to feel like an icy burn.
A teaser from @delia-pavorum’s fic,departures and arrivals:
With a old, familiar fury – one he didn’t know he felt until the moment it infiltrated his body, filling his lungs in a hot rage, coursing through his bloodstream – he wrenched the offending object off his neck and whipped it across the room with a half-growl, half-grunt of exertion. It landed right at the feet of a person who was standing in the doorway that had been empty mere seconds before, their slight frame silhouetted by the dim haze of cloudy morning light coming in from the hallway.
At first he stared, unseeing, at those feet. Then he blinked twice, hard, and black ankle boots came into focus, as did the slim ankles emerging from them. Shapely calves, encased in fitted black pants, swelling into hips with a slight curve, made prominent by the way they were angled to the side. A white blouse, half untucked, falling loosely over a petite bust. Narrow shoulders, a bent arm, a small hand resting on a cocked hip. Slim neck, pointy chin, bow-lips. Small nose, freckles. Upturned hazel eyes (green when she cries) framed with dark lashes. Her face. Her beautiful, devastating face.
Rey.
It had been three years.
And this was the morning she chose to show up.
The complete work will be released on November 15 as part this year’s Reylo Charity Anthology.
Summary: Rey has some difficulty adjusting to being a new mother. Ben is here to help.
Preview:
Rey perfunctorily uses the refresher, careful to avoid the mirror. The steam from her recent shower swirls around and her gaze drops down and away, as she lifts her towel from the floor and wraps it around her body. Only then does she glance up, her eyes meeting her foggy reflection’s briefly, before dipping her head down and wrapping another towel around her hair.
She beelines out and softly pads to the bedroom, almost bumping into her husband in their narrow hallway on the way.
“Well, hello,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her waist and spinning her in a half circle. He ducks his head and captures her lips in a short, but searing kiss. She melts against his body for a brief, blissful moment, before pulling away.
“Mmm,” she mumbles her assent. “Hello. Did she go down?”
“For now,” he responds, good humouredly. “She didn’t give me too much trouble anyway.”
“Thank the Force,” Rey says on a sigh. “I’m starting to feel like a thala-siren.” An image of foamy green milk dripping from a bearded face flashes through her mind and she shudders.
“A what?” Ben asks, looking at her quizzically. It occurs to her that the mammal was likely native to the shores of Ahch-To and those who have not had the pleasure of visiting the planet would likely not know what she was talking about. She considers projecting an image to him through their bond, but decides against it. She’s certain the last thing her husband needs at this point is a visual of yet another lactating hypermammarian creature in his midst.
Instead, she just shakes her head. “You don’t want to know. Needless to say, if we can get her down to five feedings during the day and maybe one at night, I’ll be happy. And so will these guys,” she adds, palming a heavy breast in each hand through her towel and giving them a jiggle.
Ben groans out loud. “Please don’t do that to me.”
She sheepishly withdraws her hands from her tender breasts. He ducks his head to kiss under her ear, in the silky spot where a tender pulse beats. Then he continues kissing down her neck, wet, soft kisses. She gently exhales and loses herself in the moment as she twines her arms around him. His lips migrate to hers as his hands go to the knot in her towel.
“What did the medic say today?” he murmurs against her mouth as he loosens the front and starts to pull it away from her.
Rey comes back to reality with a suddenness akin to a bucket of cold water being poured over her head. She pulls away abruptly with a barely stifled gasp and tears the towel from his hands, wrapping it tighter around herself.
“Still too soon,” she manages to gasp out. “Said to wait a bit longer.” At those words, she brushes past him.
Once in the safety of their room, she quickly pulls a pair of sleep pants on under her towel and pulls one of Ben’s shirts over her head. Only then does she allow the towel to fall to the floor. Ben walks in as she’s bent over, drying her hair with the other towel. He sits at the edge of the bed and stares at her. He doesn’t speak and neither does she. Once she’s vigorously rubbed the towel through her wet hair, beyond the point of what’s necessary, she drops it to join the other one on the floor and then crawls into bed.
“Can you pass me my datapad?”
He turns to look at her and makes no move to do as she’s asked.
“Please, Ben,” she wheedles. Let it go. Please let it go. “I told Finn I’d check their trajectory for tomorrow and see if I could find him a better route than the one they’re taking. If he can avoid—"
“What’s going on, Rey?” he interrupts, impatient with her efforts to dodge the issue. He has eternally, frustratingly, been nothing if not straightforward. “Is there something you’re not telling me? Did the medic say something was—” He visibly needs to collect himself, jaw clenching, “—wrong? With the way you’re healing? It’s been over five months…” His voice trails off and he looks at her, almost pleadingly. “Talk to me.”
She responds in a visceral way to the worry and anxiety in his tone, but a knot forms in her throat at the thought of having to explain to him what, exactly, it was that was wrong with her. “Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Not like that. I just don’t – I don’t feel ready, that’s all.” She can feel her hackles rising, an innate defensiveness borne from a need to survive first and foremost at an early age, and she tries desperately to quash it before it consumes her. This is not Jakku. This is not Unkar Plutt or the other scavengers and traders. This is Ben. She can be honest with Ben. She can be herself with Ben.
All Rey Johnson wanted was solitude. A place to go where she could escape from the daily stressors and mayhem of her job. A place where she could enjoy some peace and some quiet. Her mentor Luke Skywalker’s small cabin up north seemed like the ideal place to do just that. A week of seclusion was just what she needed.
It’s been a tumultuous few days. If you‘d like a wintery, trapped in a cabin over Christmas, only-one-bed type story to soothe the weary soul over the holidays, might I recommend mine?
All Rey Johnson wanted was solitude. A place to go where she could escape from the daily stressors and mayhem of her job. A place where she could enjoy some peace and some quiet. Her mentor Luke Skywalker’s small cabin up north seemed like the ideal place to do just that. A week of seclusion was just what she needed.
Y’all! I made this lovely list of Christmas fics back in December 2019, and it got completely forgotten in the midst of the absolute tragic heartbreaking mess that was TROS, and it’s been sitting in our drafts ever since. So I’m just going to go ahead and post it now! Let’s have some CHRISTMAS IN JUNE!
“New York City, November 1947: Ben Solo is the no nonsense event director for Skywalker Department Stores, the family business, which hosts an annual Thanksgiving Day Parade. But after the Santa Claus he hired is found drunk Ben has to employ a new one on the spot named Kris Kringle, which sets off a chain of events Ben couldn’t possibly imagine and leads him to love and renewed faith.”
Why @nancylovesreylo rec’d it: “This ‘Miracle on 34th Street’ AU is just about the cutest, sweetest thing I’ve ever read.”
“’Listen, I know we’ve only known each other for five minutes, but do you trust me?’ In which Ben and Rey are strangers who have to share a rental car to make it home for Christmas because their flight got cancelled.”
From the author: “I wrote this one for a winter exchange in @thereylowritingden last year and I just had so much fun writing it and developing this little relationship with Ben and Rey. They were just so fun, so sweet, and so pure, and I loved, loved, loved writing it.”
“Mall Santa Ben has a secret crush on his lunch buddy Rey. And then she pays a visit to Santa…"
Why@em-is-writing rec’d it: “I’m a sucker for fluffy Christmas fics. Ben takes a job as a local mall Santa and develops a crush on the cute girl who works in the ice cream stand at the food court. Ben and Rey are so adorable as they both explore their budding attraction for one another, set against the backdrop of the holidays and all the chaos that entails.”
“A simple Life Day Ornament is a touchstone between the past and the future - a reminder of what once was, and the hope of what will be someday. It is the painted faces of a unique, blended family: a mother, a father, a son… and a Wookiee.”
A lovely and heartfelt holiday story written in canonverse.
“All Rey Johnson wanted was solitude. A place to go where she could escape from the daily stressors and mayhem of her job. A place where she could enjoy some peace and some quiet. Her mentor Luke Skywalker’s small cabin up north seemed like the ideal place to do just that. A week of seclusion was just what she needed.And then Ben Solo arrived.”
So many fanfic tropes used beautifully in this heartfelt story: snowed in, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, ONLY ONE BED.
“Ben Solo wasn’t looking for any excitement at Christmas. He just wanted to hang out at his family’s resort with his best friend, drink whiskey by the fire, maybe do a little skiing. He wasn’t counting on one of the most popular singing duos in the country to show up and throw a wrench in it, and he certainly wasn’t expecting no snow. What’s Christmas in Vermont without any snow???”
Inspired by the 1954 musical White Christmas. This one looks like SO MUCH FUN!
“Alone at Christmas? Mad at your dad? I’m a thirty-year old alpha with years of experience in dealing with difficult family dynamics. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Christmas, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship with you to torment your family, I’m game.Beggars, Rey decided, grasping for any lifeline, can’t be choosers.”
A Christmas fake dating ABO fic, with the beautiful devoted Reylo @lachesisgrimm is so good at writing!
“Rey Johnson is new to New England and gets caught completely unprepared for the first snow of the season. The one and only Professor Ben Solo is there to help.”
“Christmas is Rey’s favorite time of year; snow, sweet treats, decorations and cheer. But her holiday train comes to a halt when her boss teams her up with the mercurial Ben Solo, the resident office Grinch. Rey has never backed down from a challenge in her life, and she is not about to let a little thing like having to work with her office nemesis get in her way to success. Shenanigans ensue!”
“Rey is a broke student working at a department store during the holidays to get extra money, and a mysterious shopper visits her for eight straight nights.”
“Every year, the employees of Organa-Skywalker-Solo Ltd. participate in a cutthroat game of Whamageddon for the company office pool. Ben and Rey also play a secret game of longing, unbeknownst to each other, denying what they long for the most. Will this be the year they stop sabotaging their hearts?”
“Grumpy Reindeer farmer Ben Solo wears a lot of plaid and can’t wait for Christmas to be over so he can stop being a seasonal punchline. When journalist hiker Rey gets lost on his property right before a snowstorm hits, he may just change his mind about the holiday.”
“Only two weeks in America and brand new at Organa-Sky law firm, Rey stands in the corner of the holiday party in her red, itchy tights feeling awkward and alone. She sees another lost soul with aged-brandy eyes and a truly hideous plaid tie standing nearby, and they forge a connection over Mondegreens and ridiculous Christmas puns with the aid of the open bar. Little does she know that brilliant hunk Ben is actually Benjamin L. Solo, the most-feared partner at the firm. As the wine flows and instinct takes over, the two move closer. But what happens after the open bar closes and she figures out who he really is?”
Christmas in June anyone???
Thank you @reylofanficclub for always being so supportive and kind!
Rey is an overworked med student who falls asleep on the subway late at night and ends up in an unfamiliar part of town. Ben’s a (reluctantly) concerned citizen, who wants to make sure she has a safe place (his place) to stay until the morning.
While waiting for his family to arrive at a restaurant for his “Birthday Dinner” (as his mother insists), Ben meets Bartender Rey. (Then he meets her again after dinner).
Looking for a stress relieving hook-up on Tinder, Rey swipes right on Poe. He doesn’t turn out to be the date she had hoped for, but his roommate on the other hand, might be the geeky fanboy she needed to save the night.
Modern Neighbors AU. A troubled Ben moves next door to a lonely Rey … the longing, the angst, the past trauma, in a quiet neighborhood with front porches and manicured lawns.
Modern Neighbors AU. I scrolled past a mood board post for this fic yesterday, I’m reccing it today. Lovely apartment neighbors one shot to get lost in for a morning. Ben keeps waking up to find his neighbor Rey asleep in his bed …
Modern Roommates AU. Delightful, with depth. This is one of my favorite Reylo authors, angharabbit consistently delivers delightful fics with depth. the name of the fic has humorous cheekiness in delivery, while keeping a smile on your face as you read, then hitting you with the emotional introspection at the end.
Modern Neighbors AU in the Amnesia & Holiday Trope. Rey may be responsible for her attractive neighbor’s current amnesia, to assuage her guilt she’ll just have to take care of him until he is better …
Modern Apartment Neighbors AU with Accidental Anonymous Sexting. When Rey accidentally receives a sext meant for someone else, she’s too intrigued not to text back …
Modern Apartment Neighbors AU within the Fake Relationship Trope. Rey and Ben keep “saving” each other from awkward situations by pretending to be in a relationship, it keeps happening over and over, it’s almost as if they are in a relationship …
At Poe’s birthday party, Rey realizes she has a thing for other women flirting with Ben. They decide to explore the kink (among others) in the backseat of his Mazda 6.
seatbelt, 1/1, rated e cw for consensual rough sex/choking
Alpha CEO Kylo Ren never puts himself first. He carries his company on his back, so much so that his assistant brings in an Omega masseuse named Rey to work out some of the resulting knots and painful cricks.
✨come get a hold of me ✨ chapters: 2 / rated: e ✨read now on ao3
“You’ll have bi-weekly doctor’s visits with Dr. Kanata, and she’ll be the one that will help you adjust your suppressants once you’ve gotten far enough in courting. She’ll also administer physicals and blood tests to make sure you’re remaining healthy. Ben will, of course, accompany you to those as well.”
Rey scoffs. “Will he stand in the room while I undress, too?”
She doesn’t look at him as she asks, but she knows that he’s standing behind her, ramrod straight with his hands still folded in front of him.
Luke kinks a brow. “He’ll sit right outside the door, actually.”
