#reylo ff
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a dark reylo ballet au
“For the upcoming season the Organa Opera Ballet plans on performing Swan Lake. Only problem is that the principal dancer, Organa’s son, won’t share the stage with any of the female dancers. On his quest to find the perfect Swan Queen he meets Rey - a British undergraduate, that lacks the technique and most definitely does not want to listen, but somehow manages to completely bewitch young Solo. He recognizes both passion and temper, perfect for portraying Odile - but will she be able to transform into a delicate and subtle Odette as well?”
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Guardian Angel AU where Rey is the clumsy spirit assigned to look after & maybe try to change Mr. Solo - a very weird, lonely and busy man, who in general isn’t very nice to people. What they both don’t know though is that Ben soon will have a serious accident…
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For the upcoming season the Organa Opera Ballet plans on performing Swan Lake. Only problem is that Organa’s son won’t be satisfied with any of the company’s female dancers. On his quest to find the perfect Swan Queen he meets Rey - a British undergraduate, that lacks the technique and most definitely does not want to listen, but somehow manages to completely bewitch young Solo. He recognizes both passion and temper, perfect for portraying Odile - but will she be able to transform into a delicate and subtle Odette as well?
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(…) Rey then added on with a whine - ‘’I must admit though, your seamstresses are not subtle whatsoever.’’
Little brat, he thought.
‘’You don’t strike me as a delicate type” Ben huffed out with annoyance.
‘’No, you’re right. I like it rough.’’
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
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Rey’s eyes go wide. “I’m not going to teach you how to get girls to fuck—”
“No, seriously. Let me demonstrate my best game, and you can tell me what I’m doing wrong.“
Or: Rey accuses Ben of having no game, and then gets proven terribly, horriblywrong.
2 chapters
11,250 words - complete
rated e
cw for alcohol
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The pale brown of his attire tells her he’s a part of the force that’s meant to cage—protect, whatever—Omegas until they find their mate. There are cuffs and a gun holstered to his belt. Though Rey understands that these are meant to be used on outside offenders that mean to harm her, she also can’t help but wonder if they are ultimately meant to subdue her, too.
“This is Ben Solo,” Luke tells her, looking between them.
And like a nail in the coffin of her former life, he says:
“He will be your Guard.”
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✨ your boots beneath my bed, 1/1, 11k, rated e
The sky over Montana is a dangerous shade of blue the night they find her. She’s eighteen-years-old and nothing more than a swelling storm—nearly feral, with sharp teeth and years of dirt caked under her nails.
When the truck pulls up next to her on a darkened road twenty miles from town, she’s covered in Plutt’s blood. She’s stone faced as she stares at his overturned Chevy, listening to a symphony of last breaths—the truck’s and his—and thinking about how she’d light him on fire if she had a match.
She’ll settle on coming back here once the wreckage is clear and salting the earth.
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For the rest of her life, Rey will remember the way Ben backed her up against the elevator wall when his mouth met hers for the first time.
She’ll remember how the cold metal felt icy against the material of her shirt. She’ll remember how his hands held her like she was precious. Like she was everything.
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The pin is called Naughty Gifts For Men and Rey can’t help but click on it.
She completely rips off one of the ideas by turning it into a DIY project, and despite the fact that hers is composed of pastel-colored post-it notes instead of laminated cardstock, it’s still cute.
Anyway, the only thing that really matters is that it’s functional. That her handwriting is legible.
(It is. Barely.)
She gives it to Ben in a pre-wrapped box two days before his thirty-second birthday.
you look so comfortable (in my skin)
6k, 1/1, rated e
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Bedroom Hymns - A Reylo Fic by drnucleus
Author:drnucleus
Rating:E
Genre:Modern AU, Romance, Mild Angst, Semi-slow burn
Pairing:Ben Solo | Rey, Minor character pairings
Warnings:Healthy BDSM, D/s relationship, Male submissive, FemDomme
Summary:For much of his life, hotshot architect, Ben Solo, lived a life full of privilege and entitlement. Son of a Senator and Admiral, the world was his oyster. He slid easily into the alpha male persona that was expected of him. Yet, running his own architecture firm by his late twenties he’d never expected to be saddled with the control behind every single decision. And underneath that façade lay a man, yearning to lay it all down at the foot of a powerful woman. What happens when he uncovers that side of himself and that leads him right to Rey Erso; a psychologist and domme who decides to help him navigate the world of dominance and submission in the local scene. That is until they find they’re more compatible with one another than either of them previously thought.Story Aesthetic|Story Playlist Master Post|Story Spotify Playlist |Story Misc. Post (Paperwork) | Story Research Master Post | Hymnals & Other Selfish Prayers
I. Prelude|II. Awakening|III. Painted Faces on Parade|IV. Paperwork|V. Defying Expectations|VI. Connection|VII. Burning Desire|VIII. Fight or Flight|IX. Elastic Heart|X. Ache|XI. Pursuit|XII. Off to the Races|XIII. What Kind of Man|XIV. Collar Stays On|XV. Courtship|XVI. Walk the Line |XVII. Lights On|XVIII. In Time|XIX. Body Electric|XX. Say Something Loving| XXI. Head Over Feet|XXII. Reign of Love |XXIII. Rockets’ Red Glare
Chapter playlist: Cherry – Lana Del Rey; Cool – Gwen Stefani; No Cars Go – Arcade Fire; Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen; Oh Woman, Oh Man – London Grammar; American – Lana Del Rey; Something – Jim Sturgess (Originally the Beatles); and Electric Feel – MGMT
Chapter Sneak Peek
Ben pulled the car around the circular drive halting it just before the entry way to the main garage when he saw an elderly man poke his head out of the massive oak front door. Ben grinned. “The old man is still truckin’, I see.”
“Who?” Rey asked as Ben pulled the car into park and turned to her.
“You’ll see, come on,” he said, motioning for her to get out of the car with him. The two of them got out as Rey took in Ben grinning widely from beneath his black Ray Ban Wayfarers looking less like a successful entrepreneur and more a son home from college in a gray v-neck t-shirt and black jeans. “Threepio!” He called out to the man, holding his arms up.
The elder man grinned and made his way over. “Master Ben! Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you come home!”
Rey watched as the two embraced and the older man clapped a hand to Ben’s back before turning to the silent observer Rey had become.
“Oh!” Threepio said, surprised to see a young woman. “Oh! Your mother did mention you were bringing your girlfriend home, now that I recall!” He said happily as he came over. “I am Chadwick Threepio the third, caretaker of Varkyino, and you are?” The man asked, holding out his hand for her.
Rey grinned warmly, stepping forward to shake his hand. He was a kind looking elderly gentleman who looked no older than his mid-seventies even though the delicate almost frail British tenor of his voice told her that he was far older. “Rey, Rey Erso,” she replied warmly.
He grinned and turned pointing his arm out to the house, “Welcome, my lady, Rey to Varykino.”
“Thank you,” Rey added as he turned and frowned at Ben who was carrying both of their overnight bags.
“Master Ben, must you carry your things.”
“You’re not a spring chicken anymore Threepio and I can handle two overnight bags, old man. Besides, why don’t you regale Rey with a little history lesson?”
Rey chuckled at the exchange between the two. “I had a feeling your family was disgustingly wealthy but Ben I didn’t realize it was McMansion estate and lifelong Butler wealthy”
Threepio turned to her with a horrified glance. “Butler! Miss Rey, no I am no butler. I have been caretaker of the estate since I came home with Master Anakin after the war. The Naberrie family took me right in.”
“He’s not a butler,” Ben interjected at the same time.
Rey raised her hands up and corrected. “Oh, sorry my mistake. Caretaker wealthy then.”
Ben shook his head. “I mean – where do you think the Naberrie’s got the money for a house like this.”
“Ben this isn’t a house. The Taj Mahal is a house by comparison,” Rey countered.
“The Taj Mahal is a tomb,” Threepio countered, making Rey grin. “The Naberrie family, which was a bright mix of Spanish and Israeli ethnicity heralding from the Sephardic Jewish culture, originally emmigrated from their chosen ancestral home of Malta in the early 1800s with the promise of American religious freedom that brewing antisemitism in Europe had made them consider the move in the first place. Varykino was originally built in 1849, after the California Gold Rush where Mistress Padme’s great-grandparents decided to move. The Naberrie family was wealthy in banking including helping to fund much of the railroads of the early frontier. Although they didn’t know about the underhanded practices and Robber Barons of the day. Here they decided to build their home. Their grandson, Ruwee Naberrie married the young and vibrant socialite, Jobal Thule, who would become parents to sisters Sola and Padme. It was while the girls were young in the 1920s that Jobal herself undertook overseeing the major renovations to the manor to bring it to the twentieth century with full indoor plumbing and electric thanks to the innovations of the Wizard of Menlo Park,” Threepio added, making Ben huff under his breath about what a thief and a charlatan Edison was.
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Bedroom Hymns - A Reylo Fic by drnucleus
Author:drnucleus
Rating:E
Genre:Modern AU, Romance, Mild Angst, Semi-slow burn
Pairing:Ben Solo | Rey, Minor character pairings
Warnings:Healthy BDSM, D/s relationship, Male submissive, FemDomme
Summary:For much of his life, hotshot architect, Ben Solo, lived a life full of privilege and entitlement. Son of a Senator and Admiral, the world was his oyster. He slid easily into the alpha male persona that was expected of him. Yet, running his own architecture firm by his late twenties he’d never expected to be saddled with the control behind every single decision. And underneath that façade lay a man, yearning to lay it all down at the foot of a powerful woman. What happens when he uncovers that side of himself and that leads him right to Rey Erso; a psychologist and domme who decides to help him navigate the world of dominance and submission in the local scene. That is until they find they’re more compatible with one another than either of them previously thought.Story Aesthetic|Story Playlist Master Post|Story Spotify Playlist |Story Misc. Post (Paperwork) | Story Research Master Post | Hymnals & Other Selfish Prayers
I. Prelude|II. Awakening|III. Painted Faces on Parade|IV. Paperwork|V. Defying Expectations|VI. Connection|VII. Burning Desire|VIII. Fight or Flight|IX. Elastic Heart|X. Ache|XI. Pursuit|XII. Off to the Races|XIII. What Kind of Man|XIV. Collar Stays On|XV. Courtship|XVI. Walk the Line |XVII. Lights On|XVIII. In Time|XIX. Body Electric|XX. Say Something Loving| XXI. Head Over Feet|XXII. Reign of Love |XXIII. Rockets’ Red Glare
Chapter playlist: Cherry – Lana Del Rey; Cool – Gwen Stefani; No Cars Go – Arcade Fire; Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen; Oh Woman, Oh Man – London Grammar; American – Lana Del Rey; Something – Jim Sturgess (Originally the Beatles); and Electric Feel – MGMT
Chapter Sneak Peek
Ben pulled the car around the circular drive halting it just before the entry way to the main garage when he saw an elderly man poke his head out of the massive oak front door. Ben grinned. “The old man is still truckin’, I see.”
“Who?” Rey asked as Ben pulled the car into park and turned to her.
“You’ll see, come on,” he said, motioning for her to get out of the car with him. The two of them got out as Rey took in Ben grinning widely from beneath his black Ray Ban Wayfarers looking less like a successful entrepreneur and more a son home from college in a gray v-neck t-shirt and black jeans. “Threepio!” He called out to the man, holding his arms up.
The elder man grinned and made his way over. “Master Ben! Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you come home!”
Rey watched as the two embraced and the older man clapped a hand to Ben’s back before turning to the silent observer Rey had become.
“Oh!” Threepio said, surprised to see a young woman. “Oh! Your mother did mention you were bringing your girlfriend home, now that I recall!” He said happily as he came over. “I am Chadwick Threepio the third, caretaker of Varkyino, and you are?” The man asked, holding out his hand for her.
Rey grinned warmly, stepping forward to shake his hand. He was a kind looking elderly gentleman who looked no older than his mid-seventies even though the delicate almost frail British tenor of his voice told her that he was far older. “Rey, Rey Erso,” she replied warmly.
He grinned and turned pointing his arm out to the house, “Welcome, my lady, Rey to Varykino.”
“Thank you,” Rey added as he turned and frowned at Ben who was carrying both of their overnight bags.
“Master Ben, must you carry your things.”
“You’re not a spring chicken anymore Threepio and I can handle two overnight bags, old man. Besides, why don’t you regale Rey with a little history lesson?”
Rey chuckled at the exchange between the two. “I had a feeling your family was disgustingly wealthy but Ben I didn’t realize it was McMansion estate and lifelong Butler wealthy”
Threepio turned to her with a horrified glance. “Butler! Miss Rey, no I am no butler. I have been caretaker of the estate since I came home with Master Anakin after the war. The Naberrie family took me right in.”
“He’s not a butler,” Ben interjected at the same time.
Rey raised her hands up and corrected. “Oh, sorry my mistake. Caretaker wealthy then.”
Ben shook his head. “I mean – where do you think the Naberrie’s got the money for a house like this.”
“Ben this isn’t a house. The Taj Mahal is a house by comparison,” Rey countered.
“The Taj Mahal is a tomb,” Threepio countered, making Rey grin. “The Naberrie family, which was a bright mix of Spanish and Israeli ethnicity heralding from the Sephardic Jewish culture, originally emmigrated from their chosen ancestral home of Malta in the early 1800s with the promise of American religious freedom that brewing antisemitism in Europe had made them consider the move in the first place. Varykino was originally built in 1849, after the California Gold Rush where Mistress Padme’s great-grandparents decided to move. The Naberrie family was wealthy in banking including helping to fund much of the railroads of the early frontier. Although they didn’t know about the underhanded practices and Robber Barons of the day. Here they decided to build their home. Their grandson, Ruwee Naberrie married the young and vibrant socialite, Jobal Thule, who would become parents to sisters Sola and Padme. It was while the girls were young in the 1920s that Jobal herself undertook overseeing the major renovations to the manor to bring it to the twentieth century with full indoor plumbing and electric thanks to the innovations of the Wizard of Menlo Park,” Threepio added, making Ben huff under his breath about what a thief and a charlatan Edison was.
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Bedroom Hymns - Masterpost
Author:drnucleus
Rating:E
Genre:Modern AU, Romance, Mild Angst, Semi-slow burn
Pairing:Ben Solo | Rey, Minor character pairings
Warnings:Healthy BDSM, D/s relationship, Male submissive, FemDomme
Summary:For much of his life, hotshot architect, Ben Solo, lived a life full of privilege and entitlement. Son of a Senator and Admiral, the world was his oyster. He slid easily into the alpha male persona that was expected of him. Yet, running his own architecture firm by his late twenties he’d never expected to be saddled with the control behind every single decision. And underneath that façade lay a man, yearning to lay it all down at the foot of a powerful woman. What happens when he uncovers that side of himself and that leads him right to Rey Erso; a psychologist and domme who decides to help him navigate the world of dominance and submission in the local scene. That is until they find they’re more compatible with one another than either of them previously thought.Story Aesthetic|Story Playlist Master Post |Story Spotify Playlist |Story Misc. Post (Paperwork) | Story Research Master Post | Hymnals & Other Selfish Prayers
I. Prelude | II. Awakening | III. Painted Faces on Parade | IV. Paperwork | V. Defying Expectations | VI. Connection | VII. Burning Desire | VIII. Fight or Flight | IX. Elastic Heart | X. Ache | XI. Pursuit | XII. Off to the Races | XIII. What Kind of Man | XIV. Collar Stays On |XV. Courtship |XVI. Walk the Line |XVII. Lights On |XVIII. In Time |XIX. Body Electric |XX. Say Something Loving | XXI. Head Over Feet |XXII. Reign of Love |XXIII. Rockets’ Red Glare
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Bedroom Hymns - A Reylo Fic by drnucleus
Author:drnucleus
Rating:E
Genre:Modern AU, Romance, Mild Angst, Semi-slow burn
Pairing:Ben Solo | Rey, Minor character pairings
Warnings:Healthy BDSM, D/s relationship, Male submissive, FemDomme
Summary:For much of his life, hotshot architect, Ben Solo, lived a life full of privilege and entitlement. Son of a Senator and Admiral, the world was his oyster. He slid easily into the alpha male persona that was expected of him. Yet, running his own architecture firm by his late twenties he’d never expected to be saddled with the control behind every single decision. And underneath that façade lay a man, yearning to lay it all down at the foot of a powerful woman. What happens when he uncovers that side of himself and that leads him right to Rey Erso; a psychologist and domme who decides to help him navigate the world of dominance and submission in the local scene. That is until they find they’re more compatible with one another than either of them previously thought.
Story Aesthetic|Story Playlist Master Post|Story Spotify Playlist |Story Misc. Post (Paperwork) | Story Research Master Post | Hymnals & Other Selfish Prayers
I. Prelude|II. Awakening|III. Painted Faces on Parade|IV. Paperwork|V. Defying Expectations|VI. Connection|VII. Burning Desire|VIII. Fight or Flight|IX. Elastic Heart|X. Ache|XI. Pursuit|XII. Off to the Races|XIII. What Kind of Man|XIV. Collar Stays On|XV. Courtship|XVI. Walk the Line |XVII. Lights On|XVIII. In Time|XIX. Body Electric|XX. Say Something Loving| XXI. Head Over Feet|XXII. Reign of Love |XXIII. Rockets’ Red Glare
Chapter playlist: Cherry – Lana Del Rey; Cool – Gwen Stefani; No Cars Go – Arcade Fire; Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen; Oh Woman, Oh Man – London Grammar; American – Lana Del Rey; Something – Jim Sturgess (Originally the Beatles); and Electric Feel – MGMT
Chapter Sneak Peek
Ben pulled the car around the circular drive halting it just before the entry way to the main garage when he saw an elderly man poke his head out of the massive oak front door. Ben grinned. “The old man is still truckin’, I see.”
“Who?” Rey asked as Ben pulled the car into park and turned to her.
“You’ll see, come on,” he said, motioning for her to get out of the car with him. The two of them got out as Rey took in Ben grinning widely from beneath his black Ray Ban Wayfarers looking less like a successful entrepreneur and more a son home from college in a gray v-neck t-shirt and black jeans. “Threepio!” He called out to the man, holding his arms up.
The elder man grinned and made his way over. “Master Ben! Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you come home!”
Rey watched as the two embraced and the older man clapped a hand to Ben’s back before turning to the silent observer Rey had become.
“Oh!” Threepio said, surprised to see a young woman. “Oh! Your mother did mention you were bringing your girlfriend home, now that I recall!” He said happily as he came over. “I am Chadwick Threepio the third, caretaker of Varkyino, and you are?” The man asked, holding out his hand for her.
Rey grinned warmly, stepping forward to shake his hand. He was a kind looking elderly gentleman who looked no older than his mid-seventies even though the delicate almost frail British tenor of his voice told her that he was far older. “Rey, Rey Erso,” she replied warmly.
He grinned and turned pointing his arm out to the house, “Welcome, my lady, Rey to Varykino.”
“Thank you,” Rey added as he turned and frowned at Ben who was carrying both of their overnight bags.
“Master Ben, must you carry your things.”
“You’re not a spring chicken anymore Threepio and I can handle two overnight bags, old man. Besides, why don’t you regale Rey with a little history lesson?”
Rey chuckled at the exchange between the two. “I had a feeling your family was disgustingly wealthy but Ben I didn’t realize it was McMansion estate and lifelong Butler wealthy”
Threepio turned to her with a horrified glance. “Butler! Miss Rey, no I am no butler. I have been caretaker of the estate since I came home with Master Anakin after the war. The Naberrie family took me right in.”
“He’s not a butler,” Ben interjected at the same time.
Rey raised her hands up and corrected. “Oh, sorry my mistake. Caretaker wealthy then.”
Ben shook his head. “I mean – where do you think the Naberrie’s got the money for a house like this.”
“Ben this isn’t a house. The Taj Mahal is a house by comparison,” Rey countered.
“The Taj Mahal is a tomb,” Threepio countered, making Rey grin. “The Naberrie family, which was a bright mix of Spanish and Israeli ethnicity heralding from the Sephardic Jewish culture, originally emmigrated from their chosen ancestral home of Malta in the early 1800s with the promise of American religious freedom that brewing antisemitism in Europe had made them consider the move in the first place. Varykino was originally built in 1849, after the California Gold Rush where Mistress Padme’s great-grandparents decided to move. The Naberrie family was wealthy in banking including helping to fund much of the railroads of the early frontier. Although they didn’t know about the underhanded practices and Robber Barons of the day. Here they decided to build their home. Their grandson, Ruwee Naberrie married the young and vibrant socialite, Jobal Thule, who would become parents to sisters Sola and Padme. It was while the girls were young in the 1920s that Jobal herself undertook overseeing the major renovations to the manor to bring it to the twentieth century with full indoor plumbing and electric thanks to the innovations of the Wizard of Menlo Park,” Threepio added, making Ben huff under his breath about what a thief and a charlatan Edison was.
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