#a ghtroc 690 fully restored

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A Ghtroc 690, Fully Restored

Summary: This is the Force, Rey knows, trying to draw her to Kylo Ren, but she doesn’t care about whatever greater purpose a higher power has in store for them. She hates this man, and she despises any connection they have, no matter how divine its origin. (Or: the Force ruins Rey's first vacation.)

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Reylo

Prompt: Rey and Kylo meeting up on a neutral planet and running into someone she knows from Jakku or the Resistance (other than Poe or Finn)

Notes: I wrote this gift fic for Chthonia, who expressed an interest in canonverse stories that feature “dark kylo who has a soft spot for Rey.” This piece is part of the @reylofanfictionanthology’s holiday story exchange, Ring in the New Year with Reylo. (Check out the AO3 collection for a wealth of lovely new fics!)

Because this story is set on Scarif, there are some references to Rogue One, but nothing too spoilery! However, there are MAJOR spoilers for Rey's short story in Before the Awakening, so if you have any intentions of checking that out, I wouldn't read this fic just yet. :)

Scarif is as blue as Takodana was green. Oceanic, like Ahch-To, but warm and bustling with activity, where Master Luke’s hideaway had been cold and isolated.

Rey loves this small, tropical planet, with its bright waters and dramatic history. Leia told her the story of the rogue rebels who stole the plans to the first Death Star from this place, who fought to save the galaxy from imperial subjugation.

“Without them, who knows how many worlds could have ended up like Alderaan?” Leia had said.

A blast leveled the imperial security complex and all its surroundings, but that had been decades ago, and now there’s no evidence of such destruction. Shipyards have sprung up across the planet, a Senate-mandated initiative to bring decent spacecrafts to the Outer Rim. It was a noble project, from what Rey understands, meant to provide poor, backwater worlds with better interstellar transportation—so that people like her wouldn’t be left to rot on a junkyard planet with no way to escape.

(That isn’t quite true, though, and Rey knows it. She had opportunities to leave Jakku, long before Finn showed up; she just never took them.)

A city of sorts has cropped up on the blast site, built over the ashes of an imperial base. Visiting Andor might bother her, if she was a different sort of person, but growing up on a graveyard cured her of squeamishness and superstition early on.

This planet is proof that life always continues, and Rey wants to believe in the hopefulness that it signifies. Besides, the weather is gorgeous and the food is excellent.

It’s as good a place as any for a vacation.

Stalls line the town square, the locals hocking all kinds of Scarif memorabilia, but Rey has no need for knick-knacks or souvenirs, and she isn’t interested in any Andoran wares unless she can eat them.

She stops at a cantankerous vendor’s stall and buys a fruity drink. It’s obnoxiously pink, overpriced, and tooth-rottingly sweet. Rey is slightly disappointed in herself for enjoying it so much—but only slightly. She downs it in a matter of seconds and pays for another one.

She’s still sipping on her guilty pleasure when another vendor waves at her and cries, “What a lovely girl! You should buy a necklace as pretty as you are. They’re made with real kyber crystals, just like the Jedi once used in their lightsabers—”

She hurries along, almost amused, because if that man actually has a table full of kyber crystals, then she’s a luggabeast. But something about the vendor bothers Rey too. Maybe because he spoke of the Jedi like an irrelevant thing, a relic of the past. So unworthy of respect that he had no trouble using the mystique surrounding their famous weapons to make a few quick credits.

The Jedi Order may be weakened and scattered, but it isn’t dead—despite Kylo Ren’s best efforts.

No, she won’t think of him. (Even though there’s some part of Rey, small and deeply buried, that always thinks of her enemy.)

She just wants to go home. There’s a war being waged, and she’s lounging on a tropical paradise in the Outer Rim, ten thousand light years away from anywhere relevant. Idleness has never been a vice that she could afford to indulge, and as beautiful as this world is, Rey feels useless. Wasting her time when there are important things to be done.

But Leia had told her to relax somewhere remote, far from the fighting. Her exact words had been, Go find a beach to sun yourself on, or I swear on the Force, I will order you to take a vacation.

So, here she is, on Scarif, doing nothing of consequence.

Rey doubles back to the kyber crystal vendor, buys a necklace, and loops it around her throat. If nothing else, it will give Luke a laugh when he sees it.

It’s easy enough to find swimwear at a local shop, and Rey spends all afternoon at the beach, as her general commanded. She wades through the shallows, collecting seashells of every shape and size. Wet sand squishes between her toes, somehow gritty and soft at once, and she flexes her feet just to savor the sensation. It’s childish—the sort of pointless pleasure she rarely had much time for even when she was a child—and Rey stops, feeling silly and a bit guilty. She ventures further in, until she can no longer touch the ocean floor, and starts treading water.

It’s peaceful here. Neutral ground, unmarred by this war at least, and Rey tries to appreciate having time to herself again. The Resistance, for all its good, is rarely an organization that gives her much space, and part of Rey misses the self-centered independence of her life on Jakku. She can’t be betrayed if she doesn’t trust, can’t be abandoned if she has no attachments. Being alone is better.

(Except, Rey isn’t alone, not really. Because she feels the pull toward Kylo Ren, every moment of every day. It thrums beneath her skin, lurks at the very back of her mind, a compulsion so subtle that she can almost, but not quite, ignore it. Some connection was drawn between them on Starkiller, nearly a year ago, a thread within the Force that binds Rey to her enemy, and she can’t figure out how to sever it.)

She swims until the sunny afternoon fades into dusk, then wanders back to her hotel, wearing nothing but a wrap over her swimsuit. On the way, she buys a plate piled high with fried fish and another drink from the grumpy vendor. This one is neon green, more sour than sweet, its flavor as bright as its color.

Rey is on vacation in a idyllic place, with a belly full of delicious food, and she’s (almost) alone. If she’s ever felt safer, she can’t remember it.

Someone is tailing her. Rey is three blocks away from her hotel when she realizes that she has a follower, a stranger who keeps just enough distance between them to seem innocent—but he turns when she turns, and pauses when she pauses. Like a shadow that falls thirty feet behind its owner, reflecting her movements. If he’s trying to be subtle, he’s not very good at it.

She rounds a corner into an alleyway, draws her saberstaff, and waits for her pursuer.

Rey knows, before she sees him, that it’s Kylo. She can feel him, the background trace of his presence in the Force, suddenly vivid and oppressive, as he walks closer.

So, when he steps around the corner, it doesn’t shock her to see him here; what does surprise Rey is catching him like this. Unmasked and dressed in practical, everyday clothes—an olive green shirt, brown jacket, dark pants. It’s so strange to see him this way, such a menacing creature looking almost common, that Rey freezes. For a moment, she thinks she’s mistaken an average man for her enemy, but no, his face is one-of-a-kind, unforgettable. Even more so, now that a raw, ugly scar divides his strong features.

And there’s the pull of familiarity and rightness that she feels, deep in her gut, now that she’s faced with him again. Rey has tried to ignore the odd, gnawing pain of his absence, like an itch she can’t scratch, that has left her constantly annoyed and unsatisfied for a year. Now that he’s three feet away, that pain blossoms into a bone-deep ache, and it’s somehow both soothed and exacerbated by his presence.

This is the Force, she knows, drawing them together, but Rey doesn’t care about whatever greater purpose a higher power has in store for them. She hates this man, and she despises any connection they have, no matter how powerful its origin.

Rey ignites her saberstaff, and it’s only the tug of the Force, pulsing low in her belly, that keeps her from taking off his head right then.

Kylo doesn’t draw his own lightsaber—although she sees it, a crude hilt with a distinctive crossguard, secured by a loop on his belt. Instead, he holds up his hands, and says, “I don’t want to fight.”

Rey keeps a steady grip on her saberstaff. “Of course not. You just want to knock me out and drag me back to your master. Make an apprentice out of me.”

Kylo gives a half-nod, like honesty (as if he possesses any of that) urges him acknowledge the truth of her accusation. “I do want to teach you, but I see now that you can’t be bullied into becoming my student.”

He sounds genuine, and his dark eyes shine with sincerity. Still, Rey knows better than to believe any claim of Kylo Ren’s. “What are you doing here?” she asks.

“Risking my life, apparently,” he says, looking pointedly at her lit saberstaff.

Then Kylo smirks, and Rey feels an uncomfortable lurch of deja vu: it’s the same expression he wore when he interrogated her, that brief flicker of a smile as he’d taunted her.

“Give me a straight answer, or I’ll kill you,” Rey says.

“I’ve been looking for you since Starkiller,” he says, in a rush, a confession he can’t seem to hold back for another moment. “There’s something between us. The Force, driving us toward each other—”

“You’re crazy,” Rey says, but her hands are shaking on her saberstaff, and she doesn’t want to fight anymore. She wants to run, far away, and never face Kylo again, because she can feel what he feels (a turbulent mess of emotions, fear and anger, guilt and yearning—yearning for her—overwhelming in intensity) and Rey can’t stand it.

She didn’t ask for this, she didn’t seek it out, and she doesn’t want it.

“It’s no good to lie,” he says. “I can feel you trying to push it down, but you can’t. Neither can I.”

Don’t be afraid, he’d said, back on Starkiller, and she knows now that he meant of this, the connection forged between them.

Rey has never been more afraid in her life.

If Kylo chooses to draw his lightsaber now, she’s a dead woman. There’s too much—she’s being suffocated, surrounded, overcome, by the storm of pure feeling inside of him.

The light of her saberstaff extinguishes, and without its golden glow, the alleyway is plunged into darkness.

Rey runs, and she hopes that Kylo doesn’t follow.

There is no moon on Scarif. A thousand stars stipple the black sky, looking down on Andor’s beach, but without moonlight their shine seems wan, the darkness impossibly deep.

Rey sits in the sand, legs outstretched so that the cold reach of the surf laps at her feet. Waves draw out, then roll in, the rhythms of the sea gentle, slow, predictable.

If Kylo wasn’t looming behind her, unwanted and uninvited, she might find peace in the soothing brush of water on her skin.

“If you insist on following me, you might as well sit down,” Rey says.

She tries to sound nonchalant and brave, but he sees right through her. Rey knows, because she can feel him looking underneath her facade, brushing away her counterfeit courage to unearth the fear that lurks below.

It’s nothing like what he did to her on Starkiller. There’s the same shocking intrusion of another person’s presence in her own mind, but Kylo’s interrogation was invasive and painful—a violent battle between his will and hers—and this doesn’t hurt at all. It’s intimate, more like a dance than anything else.

He sits next to her, his broad body spare inches away, and Rey shudders at the sensation. Their emotions tangle together: his anxiety exacerbates her own, her fear inflames his guilt, their mutual desire (to draw closer, to touch) grows greater as they recognize it within each other.

I need him—

I need her—

Somehow it’s all twisted together and reflected back on itself. Mirrors facing each other, spawning infinite reflections, swallowing them whole—

Kylo takes her hand, and Rey gasps.

She sees everything he’s buried, everything he tries so hard to hide, and she can sense him dissecting her secrets just as thoroughly in turn.

It’s terrifying, but order comes through the insight. With one touch, their minds become entwined in concert rather than chaos, and Rey nearly cries from relief.

“What’s happening to us?” she asks.

He squeezes her hand, holding on too hard—

Kylo’s grip softens. I always hurt her, even when I don’t mean to.

He regrets the pain he’s caused her, and no matter how little she wants to, Rey finds herself leaning toward forgiveness. But there isn’t a creature in the galaxy that deserves compassion less than this one, and she won’t let the Force coerce her into offering absolution he hasn’t earned.

Compassion is the foundation of the light side, Kylo thinks. Shouldn’t that be easy for you?

“Stop it,” Rey says.

“Stop thinking?” Kylo asks. “That should be easy.”

His sarcasm reminds her of Han, and they both flinch from that thought.

Rey recovers first, and she says, “It shouldn’t be so different from the way you usually operate.”

Kylo may be powerful, but he’s unfocused, heedless, impulsive. A temperamental mess, really.

He leans down, until he’s bowed low enough to whisper in her ear. “You like the way I am, and that bothers you. You wish you could still dismiss me as a monster, but I’m too real to you for that now. Too close.”

Rey shivers. Unmasked, his voice is smooth, his speech resonant and round. As deceptively beautiful as the rest of him.

He laughs, a soft sound that brings butterflies flickering to life in her belly. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he says. “I thought you were beautiful the first time I saw you.”

It’s true; he did. She sees herself through his eyes, as he remembers their meeting on Takodana. A desert girl frozen in the middle of a green forest, dirty and disheveled, but so vibrant, so strong.

Rey says, “I don’t care,” and rips her hand out of Kylo’s grasp.

She prays that the bond between them will weaken, even if it dissolves into a messy conflux of mixed minds. But breaking contact doesn’t change anything; they’re still tethered together. Connected with perfect, profound synchronicity.

It seems foolish to send him away. Kylo will still be in her head, no matter how much space she puts between them. Besides, it’s best if she keeps a close watch on him. Getting a front row seat to this man’s troubled mind has only given Rey more reason to mistrust him, not less.

“Well I don’t trust you either,” Kylo says, so waspishly that Rey can’t help but smile.

Outside, surrounded by the heat of a tropical night, Rey had almost forgotten how little she was wearing. Now, back in the climate-controlled cool of her hotel room, she feels naked in her swimsuit and wrap.

It doesn’t help that she knows exactly what Kylo is thinking right now.

“You’re sleeping on the floor,” she says.

He kicks off his shoes and stretches out beside her bed, using his jacket as a pillow.

It surprises Rey, how obedient he can be, this hateful creature who once hunted her across the galaxy.

She goes to the ‘fresher, showers off the sand and salt from a day at the beach, and pulls on her most covering sleepwear. Not that it much matters now; Rey could cover herself from head to toe, and she’d still be vulnerable, exposed.

She crawls into bed and burrows beneath the covers, seeking out warmth, privacy. It’s too clean, too soft, and she can’t relax.

Kylo isn’t asleep either. He lies on his side, curled away from her, shivering.

If she’d been thinking practically, Rey would have taken the floor, but the principle of the thing stopped her. Forfeiting her bed to an enemy? She might as well shine his boots and cook him breakfast in the morning. Spite overruled pragmatism, and now she’s not going to get a wink of sleep.

“I don’t want the bed,” Kylo says. “It would be as wasted on me as it is on you.”

Because he doesn’t sleep. She sees, as plainly as if these moments had happened to her, that Kylo grabs catnaps on his bedroom floor, or in his living room armchair, then uses his frustration to fuel his powers through the Force. He forges exhaustion into anger, anger into energy.

“That’s awful,” Rey says, without quite meaning to. Then she shakes her head. “Sorry, I didn’t meant to—this isn’t my business—”

“It’s fine,” he says. “My mind has never been a private place, and—well, at least with you it doesn’t hurt. So look all you like.”

Rey has been doing her best to resist rifling through his past, picking apart personal moments, but when he offers himself up like this, how can she resist?

For the first time since he took her hand on the beach, Rey stops trying to block the flood of feelings that spill through their connection. She lets herself reach, touch, witness.

So much pain and fear, loneliness and guilt. So many restless nights. He wishes he were stronger, that he could live up to the legacy of Darth Vader. Violence dispels his weakness, and it’s always been easy to lash out. To cling to rage so that he doesn’t have to feel anything else.

There’s so much that Kylo regrets—Han most of all—but it doesn’t stop him from keeping to the path he’s chosen. (Because it’s too late, and he doesn’t deserve any better. Because inflicting pain is all he’s even been any good at, or good for.) He prays to go home, even though he no longer has a home to return to.

He wants to kill everyone who has ever hurt him. He wants to die.

“Do you feel like this all the time?” Rey asks.

There’s a long quiet, heavy with his shame, before he finally whispers, “Yes.”

“No wonder you’re such a wreck.”

It’s in Rey’s nature to fix broken things, and she wonders what it might take to put the pieces of this ruined man back together. If it would be possible at all. If he even wants to heal.

Kylo laughs. “I’m not a busted ship that needs repairs.”

“No, and it’s not my job to salvage you anyway.”

Rey has no obligation to Kylo, not even if the Force wills it. It isn’t that she feels compelled to help him. She simply wants to, and that’s even more terrifying.

Rey tosses a pillow at him.

She can’t see it, but Rey knows he’s smiling. “You only threw this pillow so I’d have one to sleep on.”

He’s right, and Rey hadn’t even realized her own intentions until he pointed them out.

Kylo Ren is not a good man.

He’s sorry for hurting her, not because he acknowledges the evil of his actions, but because he considers her different. Kylo thinks that Rey deserves special treatment, that she should be exempt from the violence he inflicts on everyone else. (Because he wants her; because the Force has bound them together; because she’s his.)

“I’m not yours,” Rey says.

They’re lying on the floor, buried in a nest of blankets and pillows. Awake, close—too close—yet not touching. Dawn light spills through the windows, weak and pale, but bright enough for her to see Kylo scowl. He doesn’t answer.

“This thing between us—whatever it is, wherever it came from—it doesn’t mean I belong to you,” Rey says. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

She sits up and runs a hand through her loose hair, still damp from last night’s shower, and pulls it into three buns. It’s a movement that comes as naturally to her as lightsaber forms, as dissecting old droids. Perfect efficiency borne from endless, repetitive practice.

Rey freezes when she feels Kylo caressing the nape of her neck, those strong fingers sliding down, down, beneath the collar of her shirt, until he touches the dip between her shoulder blades.

“Not yet,” Kylo murmurs. “But we’ll belong to each other soon. Can’t you feel it?”

It feels so good, the strength of his blunt fingers brushing her skin, and Rey wishes he would touch her elsewhere (everywhere).

Then his breath fans against her throat, warm and damp when Kylo says, “If you want.”

“I don’t,” Rey says.

If Kylo catches this lie, he at least has the grace not to mention it.

They spend the entirety of Rey’s second vacation day curled up on the floor, nestled close in that pile of fluffy pillows and warm blankets. They leave only to use the ‘fresher or order food.

Kylo has no reservations about asking for the most expensive things on the menu, and when Rey grumbles that he’s going to cost her every credit she has, he looks at her like she’s foolish.

“Why bother paying?”

Rey smacks him across his broad chest. “Because I’m not a thief, you dimwit.”

He catches her hand before she can withdraw it. Keeps it held close against his bare skin, over his heart. Taking off his shirt was a clumsy attempt at seduction, but Rey can’t muster up the proper derision for this strategy, because it might be working.

He’s beautiful, and here, and with their minds melded like this, Rey can see all of the dark, frightened corners of his soul. Every vulnerability, every scrap of humanity hidden beneath the monster’s mask.

By the third day, they disentangle themselves from one another, and Rey insists that they leave the hotel. They need to talk, and if they stay cloistered in her room, that’s never going to happen.

She takes Kylo to the crystal vendor, simply to see him sneer at the fake wares. His annoyance is funny, for a moment—until he imagines igniting his lightsaber and showing the charlatan what a real kyber crystal is capable of. Then it’s not so amusing anymore.

“He’s harmless,” Rey says, as she pulls Kylo away from the vendor, dragging him deep into the midday tourist crowd.

“He’s a disrespectful fraud who’s profiting from a legacy that isn’t his,” Kylo says, but he’s growing calmer now, the longer her hand clings to his jacket sleeve. Steadying him, tugging him, step by careful step, away from slaughter.

I shouldn’t have to keep him on a leash, Rey thinks.

By the time they find a quiet place on the beach, she’s in a foul mood, and Rey’s determination to talk has wavered.

She has good reason not to trust Kylo, even if she disregards her personal grievances against him. Abandonment and more betrayals than she can count have taught her how precarious it is to put your faith in anyone besides yourself.

She thinks of her parents, leaving her to fight for survival on a starship graveyard. Plutt’s thugs, who beat her half to death over a deal that went sour. The other scavengers, sabotaging rivals and partners alike, to ensure their own own best interests—Devi and Strunk, most of all, because they took so much from her.

“What did they steal from you?” Kylo asks.

His voice is harder and less forgiving than she’s ever heard it before. Rey can feel his fury sparking to violent life again, with far more power and purpose than when he considered maiming the crystal vendor.

“A Ghtroc 690, fully restored,” Rey says. Then she feels foolish for giving such a plain answer, because how can he possibly understand what that ship meant to her? Its cost has been so high; she starved for the better part of a year, hoarding the choicest scavenged pieces for her broken-down freighter, instead of trading them for portions.

And just when she’d started to believe that Devi and Strunk might be trustworthy—that she had perhaps made friends for the first time in her life—they’d double-crossed her. Stole the ship she’d found and rebuilt alongside them. They exploited Rey’s hard labor and begrudging goodwill, then flew away in the prize she’d sacrificed so much for.

The worst part wasn’t the food she’d lost, nor the work she’d wasted. No, the worst part was being left behind. Abandoned again.

“I know it sounds stupid, but when they stole that ship, they took away the only thing I’d ever felt any pride in, the only thing that gave me any hope for change,” Rey whispers.

Kylo pulls her into his arms and presses a kiss to her temple. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. You have much more to take pride in than repairing a ship.”

Rey could cry, because he means every word, and what does it say about her, that a man like this is the first to love her so wholly and without reservation?

She rests her head against his shoulder, breathing in the warm, masculine smell that clings to his skin.

“I can’t take you back to the Resistance,” Rey says. “You’re not ready to leave your master, and you wouldn’t cooperate.”

Kylo’s arms tighten around her, then he says against her hair, “You’d never agree to go with me either. You’d rather die than betray the people you love.”

His deep voice, his scent, the heat of his strong body—it’s all too close, and she drags herself away, seeking cleaner air and clearer thoughts.

“We’re at a stalemate, then,” Rey says.

“Maybe not.” Kylo cups her face between his hands, makes her face him. For a moment, she thinks—she hopes—that he’s going to kiss her.

Instead, he says, “Run away with me.”

Rey doesn’t say yes, because that would be an outlandish, irresponsible thing to do. But the temptation is too great to ignore, so she also doesn’t say no. Really, what other choices do they have? No matter where they go, they’ll still be connected, and if Kylo chooses to hunt her down, he’ll have all he needs to find her again.

They spend the rest of the week doing simple things, as if they’re nothing more than tourists, whiling away their vacation on this remote, utopian planet. Everything they do, they do together, and at the end of each day, they fall asleep on the floor, tangled up in soft blankets and each other’s bodies.

At night, Kylo wants to kiss her, caress her, make love to her, and Rey wants to let him.

Sometimes he’ll picture all the things he wants to do to her, and wordlessly invite her to witness his imaginings. Sometimes Rey does the same, until Kylo has to turn away from her, breathing hard and trembling.

It’s not his sexual fantasies that frighten her, though; it’s the things he thinks, right as he’s drifting off to sleep, when his mind is at its most open and vulnerable.

Kylo dreams of a life far from the First Order or the Resistance. They could become simple people and hide on a green planet (green, for Rey, because it’s her favorite color). Maybe they’ll raise crops, or a handful of children, or both.

When Rey falls asleep, she dreams Kylo Ren’s dreams.

Here on Scarif, they’ve been lost in their own little world, and Rey doesn’t understand what a mistake she’s made by allowing this until Kylo reminds her of his true nature.

They’re passing a mechanic’s bay when he stops, freezes, and stares at a ship. An old rustbucket freighter with a piss-poor paint job. The kind of garbage that Rey wouldn’t have looked at twice, except—it’s a Ghtroc 690. Her Ghtroc 690, the very one that Devi and Strunk stole from her on Jakku.

She’s too stunned to move, frozen in place by the pain of a wound she’d never quite healed from. Kylo strides forward, rushing ahead with his lightsaber drawn, and it’s only when that unstable plasma blade sparks to life, hissing its fury, that Rey sees Devi and Strunk, their backs turned to the dark knight behind them.

Run! she means to shout. Get out of here!

But Rey hates Devi and Strunk, and with Kylo’s rage coursing through her, she can’t bring herself to give a warning cry.

It’s over quickly, at least. He takes off Strunk’s head first, and when Devi turns to her lover, mouth open on a scream that she never has the time to voice, Kylo cuts her cleanly in half.

They flee Scarif on the Millennium Falcon, and Rey doesn’t say one word to Kylo until they’re in hyperspace, speeding away from the site of his latest crime.

“This is what you imagined for years,” he says, and there’s a plaintive note to his voice. “This is what you wanted.”

He’s more wrong than he can understand, yet still horrifyingly right.

“You were too afraid to hurt them, so I did it for you,” Kylo says.

Rey doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t want to stay with this man, because he brings out the worst in her, but running from him will endanger the Resistance. He’ll only go back to his master, armed with all the secrets he’s gleaned from her mind, and turn the full power of the First Order against her loved ones (Leia, Poe, BB-8, and Finn—Finn above all others).

Rey can’t abandon Kylo, because the Force has pushed her into a neat little corner from which there is no escape.

When Rey finally speaks, all that she can bring herself to say is, “You’re sick. Disgusting.”

“I was just—I only meant to help.” He sounds so young, almost childish. Contrite, but only because he’s been caught in his wrongdoing.

Kylo Ren is not a good man, and it isn’t that she forgot this so much as she chose to ignore it. Now they’re bound, entangled together through the Force, whether for good or ill, and Rey can’t find a way to free herself.

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Fugue by Elywyngirlie for Queronea Kylo and Rey keep their marriage in secret during the war, but in the final fight with Snoke, Kylo gets hit in his head and loses all his memories of Kylo Ren. Now he's Ben Solo, balancing work in the Resistance base, his Jedi training with Luke, the disappearance of his father, and the constant fights with Rey, the only person in the base he cannot seem to get along with.

A wig and glasses isn't enough by Ghostsdontdie for TheJGatsby Rey meets a celebrity in disguise, and things only get crazier from there...

Gideon's Sacrifice by SWAG_77 for Ceallaigh Since the loss of Rey, Kylo Ren’s pursuit of these new enemies has been relentless. Planets of no consequence, like Serpindal and Belkadan have gone completely dark from technology - there were no electronic subspace transmissions. Later his Knights of Ren discovered the planets were destroyed by space anomalies, such as the moon crashing into Serpindal, and an overgrowth of insects on Belkadan. His daughter has been left in the care of his mother, Leia. However, in this last visit, New Republic Forces have chosen to arrest him and try him for his crimes against the galaxy from the last war. The war the First Order lost to the Resistance. He was tried by grand jury of the New Republic and convicted of various crimes. His sentence was to be placed in Carbonite stasis by a new protocol that would cause him to be devoid of the Force. Leia refuses to let Kylo Ren surrender to them. Kylo Ren has other plans.

Love makes the galaxy go round by Karla_shadow for bittersnake Their masters make a secret arrangement behind their backs.

The Word of Skill by TehanuFromEarthsea for onstraysod When Kylo Ren kidnaps Rey from Ahch-to, he expects her to be a worthy rival and a pupil. He's already seen enough to know she's a girl who can match him in wits and in Force power. But it's the other things Rey learned during her years of neglect on Jakku that will make all the difference; not only to Kylo but to the other inhabitants of the Finalizer, and perhaps the Galaxy itself.

The most beautiful souls by NatMatryoshka for dustoftheancients (The_Hollow_Bones) Rey is a Jedi, trained by Luke Skywalker, granddaughter of Obi-Wan Kenobi, another famous Jedi master. Kylo Ren has moved his first steps as a Sith: he's sure of himself, stubborn. They have felt in love too soon.[Jedi/Sith AU]

Heart Craters, Filled With Light by dustoftheancients for KagamiSorciere Rey has never been able to celebrate Christmas before. Kylo can't help but become a little invested.

His Desire by kmanion for Ghostsdontdie Kylo Ren's hopes and dreams are fulfilled with a marriage to Rey, but he remains uncertain and unsatisfied.“Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?” ― William Makepeace Thackeray, "Vanity Fair"

the hint of hope that is you by SaintHeretical for ReyloTrashCompactor (NextToSomething) Rey, Poe, Finn, and the rest of the staff at Recto et Verso Books are gearing up for the holiday season when a surprise mass shipment throws them off balance. Selling 742 copies of anything would be a challenge for a store their size. Selling 742 copies of pretentious, free form, emo poetry by some asshole named "Kylo Ren" is next to impossible...or so they think.BookstoreAU written for the lovely ReyloTrashCompactor for the "Ring in the New Year with Reylo" challenge. If you love tea, books, and truly horrifying poetry, this story is for you.

let the silver arrow fly by solikerez for LarirenShadow Leia plays cupid, and fires a few misshots before getting it right.

Retrouvailles by OccasionallyCreative for NatMatryoshka : The joy or happiness of reuniting with someone after a long separation.Prompt from NatMatryoshka: "Padawan Rey and Senator Ben Organa Solo: Rey and her master Luke escort young Senator Ben Organa for a noisy party in Coruscant. What will happen?"

The Fickle Finger of Fate by cuddlesome for OfHealingLove She should not be afraid of him. She does not understand. She will. He will make her.

such language holds the solemn sea (to sands upon the shore) by Vivien for cassanah They only ever met in large cities where they could blend into anonymity. This time they were in a city called Tvell’ia on a bustling trade world in the Outer Rim. Kylo came here once when he was not Kylo Ren. He remembered how the luminescent algae in the ocean glowed in the darkness of the night here, and he wanted Rey to see it.

Stay by TheBridgeIntoYourMind for Thelittlescrimshaw Prompt fill for Ring In the Reylo New Year's gift exchange.

Sins of the Father by Ceallaigh for Hormonal_Trashbag Unable to outrun the sins of his past, Ben Solo is faced with a ghost from that life that threatens his chance to finally find a peace he has sought his entire life.

The Five Times We Met At The Train Station And The One Time We Did Not by kuresoto for the-reylo-void (Anysia) Exactly what it says on the tin(or the five times rey assaulted ben in some way lmfao)

Clockwork by WildConcerto for Vickyshipsreylo He is young, and there are two things he fears above everything else: death, and clockwork.

Family issues by Limra for Artemis1000 Rey tries to understand her feelings for a redeemed Ben Solo while his mother and uncle treat her like the hope for a better galaxy. It's not easy when you have to be a jedi, a friend, a warrior and a lover.

That One Time Rey Got Drunk by OfHealingLove for dungeoncrawler Rey is drunk, Kylo is impulsive, and neither of them can admit their feelings. They can, however, express them through physical intimacy.

Take my hand by Vickyshipsreylo for tyrantsandcreampuffs

Opposition in Vain by personalphilosophie for solikerez Rey is a factory girl living off of meager pay and the hope that her parents will return. She's given a new chance at happiness when the parson Luke Skywalker (a former student of her grandfather's) adopts her. Years later, the Skywalker-Solo merchant business is facing financial ruin. In order to save her found family, she enters into marriage with the prodigal Ben Solo, who became wealthy through betrayal. But there may be more to this arrangement than what meets the eye...

Anchorite by dungeoncrawler for momo_official It was right, Rey thought, that he had to bend so low to speak to her. Men like Kylo Ren were made to kneel.

the one thing you leave behind (is how did you love) by MostTulip for diasterisms Kylo's orders are to turn Rey to the Dark Side. His personal feelings may prevent him from doing so.

Clandestine by LueurdeLaube for kuresoto She should have just done her job as a Jedi, should have remained detached yet polite, should have guarded Senator Ben Organa, and should not have jumped into bed with him.

Bound in the Balance by RacheyMayBe for TheBridgeIntoYourMind He sees her struggles. He feels her frustrations. He senses her presence in the Force, a sensation that echoes his own. He feels compelled to help her, to tell her the truth about herself and himself. How much he ends up telling her, he didn't expect.

Solace for the Damned by KagamiSorciere for incognitajones Christmas Eve, and a lone priest of a tiny, isolated parish works feverishly in the snow until an old friend drops by. She misses him- what will it take to lure him away? When will he stop hiding behind the cloth?

The Planet of Fates by agirlfromniima for Juulna Simple scavenger Rey was almost ready to find Luke, to bring peace to the galaxy once again, until a mysterious force pulled her into the dreaded Kylo Ren's path. Though this may be a trap, something bigger seems to be playing out for the two adversaries. And it won't be like anything they've faced before...  

Between Daydreams and Nightmares by Hamliet for BeMyDarkling "Bring the girl to me." Kylo begins to train Rey after her abduction; however, as he attempts to draw out the Dark Side in her, she ignites the Light in him.

Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit by La_Catrina for SouthSideStory A diplomatic mission to Fest goes differently than expected.

Shadowed by Juulna for Limra The war is over. It has been for years. A damaged Kylo is forced to face his fears when Rey tells him that she wants children, believing that the sins of the father would be passed on to the children -- his children... much like the sins of Darth Vader ruined the reputation of his mother, then-Senator Leia Organa.Rey? Well. Rey thinks that it's about time that Kylo faces what people really think about her husband.

A Ghtroc 690, Fully Restored by SouthSideStory for Chthonia This is the Force, Rey knows, trying to draw her to Kylo Ren, but she doesn’t care about whatever greater purpose a higher power has in store for them. She hates this man, and she despises any connection they have, no matter how divine its origin. (Or: the Force ruins Rey's first vacation.)

Quiet Words by tyrantsandcreampuffs for RacheyMayBe She wants to take his heart in her hand and dare it to beat when its fickleness is the reason Han’s never will again.(She doesn’t know yet that this fury doesn’t wholly belong to her.)

One Thousand and One Nights by Thelittlescrimshaw for TehanuFromEarthsea Really, Rey ought to kill him. But instead she found herself fascinated by him

Trapped by BeMyDarkling for PalenDrome (nerdherderette) Rey and Kylo get trapped on a shuttle in the middle of deep space. Inspired by ChroniclyFlaming's "Revanche"

Jazz Night at the Jakku Philharmonic by TehanuFromEarthsea for SaintHeretical Rey expects nothing good when the Jakku Philharmonic plays an outdoor gig with weird and reclusive jazz legend Snoke. As for his backing band, they're something else. Kylo styles himself as "the loudest trumpet player in the universe", and his mic stand is right behind Rey's chair in the woodwind section.

This Darkness Which You Know You Cannot Fight by cuddlesome for OccasionallyCreative Rey gives in to her anger. It has been a long time coming.

Fight Like Me by jitterygummy for SWAG_77 After mysteriously crashing on a moon, Rey and Kylo Ren find themselves Forced to fight together.

The Force Works in Mysterious Ways by Vivien for agirlfromniima Sometimes you just know what you need to do.

Tall Tales of the Western Wilds by politicalmamaduck for Vivien They say there's three sides to every story: his side, her side, and the truth. No matter which you choose to believe, Ragin' Rey Kenobi was the greatest bounty hunter there ever was.

Exigence in Force Majeure by KagamiSorciere for MostTulip This war has raged for ages and most of the leaders at its helm are long gone. It's left to Kylo Ren, and Rey, his constant opposing force, whose minds have seeped so far into each other as to make planning in secret impossible, to come to some accord or else watch the galaxy burn in their futile efforts at mutual destruction.

Muscle Memory by incognitajones for thewayofthetrashcompactor (BriarLily) The war may be over, but Rey is still encountering Kylo Ren far too frequently for her peace of mind.

Two Comets Lost, Following the Trails of Stars Unknown by dustoftheancients for Karla_shadow He calls out to her as if through the Force, a pull that repels and attracts her in equal measure. He draws nearer to her as if he can’t help but follow that strange call.She backs away."You can't fight destiny."

i'm always in this twilight (in the shadow of your heart) by diasterisms for jitterygummy Coded on a secondhand datapad in a run-down motel room in Mos Eisley, deleted and never sent: Everything about us was a whirlwind.Written on a scrap of durasheet in a Tion Cluster outpost, the words fading after a while into air and ghosts: You shouldn't have forgiven me for any of it.Scraped into the bark of an oak tree on the Argazdan homeworld: You won't believe the dreams I have about you.

climb so fast to fall by thewayofthetrashcompactor for LueurdeLaube Kylo Ren arrived at (crashed into) the Resistance base and fell in front of the general, broken and bleeding. No one was very happy about this development, least of all Rey.

All That's Best of Dark and Bright (Eallach Monstrosus) by PalenDrome for cuddlesome monster noun mon·ster \ˈmän(t)-stər\ : a strange or horrible imaginary creature : something that is extremely or unusually large : a powerful person or thing that cannot be controlled and that causes many problems -Source: Mirriam-Webster's Dictionary A Beauty and the Beast pastiche

In Balance by LarirenShadow for Fangirltrashbaby Kylo Ren arrives on Ahch-Too with some surprising news. Rey is hesitant at first but when Luke strands them on the planet she has to learn to get along with him.

soon I know you'll see (you're just like me) by bittersnake for KyloWren She crooks a finger. He kneels.

desperado (where you gonna run to) by second_chances for La_Catrina 'It is my personal opinion that we cannot take Snoke down without you. Sorry excuse of a man that you are at the moment.' Rey's eyes skimmed him up and down as though searching for something, and coming up wanting.Kylo could not fault her for that. He’d failed at being a good man a long time ago, and a bad man more recently. He was adrift between two worlds, belonging in neither.

Captain by Hormonal_Trashbag for politicalmamaduck "Why?” she blurted.He blinked at her for a few seconds. “Why am I bad at flirting? Or--”“No,” Rey cleared her throat. “Why me?”His head tilted inquisitively, and she felt his gaze as it traveled from her face. “Honestly? Han told me he was looking to hire another pilot. I saw you alone in here and…” he trailed off, glaring at his second whiskey.“And?”He met her eye, squaring his shoulders to say, “I’ll pay you double for the same job.”

Blades Crossed by the-reylo-void for second_chances Notorious figure skater Kylo Ren has had a rough few years; once a decorated competitor, now it's hard to say what he's losing faster, sponsors or partners. With Nationals just six months out and no qualified partner on the horizon, Kylo finds himself begrudgingly skating with college hockey phenom Rey Kenobi, a scrappy forward coming off injured reserve who doesn't know a lutz from an axel. It's only for six months, but family drama, a twisted coach, and a budding closeness to his new partner ensure that this will be the most eventful competition season of Kylo's career.

Rare and Imprecise by ReyloTrashCompactor for WildConcerto Soul bonds are rare and imprecise. Few beings took any stock in their occurrence, though the midwife cooed that it was a sign of great luck to have a son born with an omen etched down his back.Leia didn't like it.

The Wheels Keep Right on Rolling by PalenDrome for Hamliet Ben Solo is brilliant and handsome. He is also insufferably arrogant, a flagrant womanizer, and a total ass. On certain days, they get along as well as oil and water. On others, it's more like ammonium nitrate and TNT.Which is why the prospect of spending the next 48-hours cooped up in a car--on a road trip with the man--has left Rey feeling a bit out of sorts....

Convergence by the-reylo-void for Elywyngirlie Whatever the next steps are, I want to take them with you

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo exchange #reylo fanfic #reylo fandom #ring in the reylo #master post #mod post

[politicalmamaduck]

Ring in the Reylo 2017

Please leave kudos and comments for all of these hard working writers!

Fics under 100 hits and kudos:

Tall Tales of the Western Wilds by Anonymous for Vivien They say there’s three sides to every story: his side, her side, and the truth. No matter which you choose to believe, Ragin’ Rey Kenobi was the greatest bounty hunter there ever was.

Bound in the Balance by Anonymous for TheBridgeIntoYourMind He sees her struggles. He feels her frustrations. He senses her presence in the Force, a sensation that echoes his own. He feels compelled to help her, to tell her the truth about herself and himself. How much he ends up telling her, he didn’t expect. 

Take my hand by Anonymous for tyrantsandcreampuffs 

Fics under 100 kudos:

Convergence by Anonymous for Elywyngirlie Whatever the next steps are, I want to take them with you.

the hint of hope that is you by Anonymous for ReyloTrashCompactor (NextToSomething) Rey, Poe, Finn, and the rest of the staff at Recto et Verso Books are gearing up for the holiday season when a surprise mass shipment throws them off balance. Selling 742 copies of anything would be a challenge for a store their size. Selling 742 copies of pretentious, free form, emo poetry by some asshole named “Kylo Ren” is next to impossible…or so they think.

The Wheels Keep Right on Rolling by Anonymous for Hamliet Ben Solo is brilliant and handsome. He is also insufferably arrogant, a flagrant womanizer, and a total ass. On certain days, they get along as well as oil and water. On others, it’s more like ammonium nitrate and TNT. Which is why the prospect of spending the next 48-hours cooped up in a car–on a road trip with the man–has left Rey feeling a bit out of sorts….

desperado (where you gonna run to) by Anonymous for La_Catrina ‘It is my personal opinion that we cannot take Snoke down without you. Sorry excuse of a man that you are at the moment.’ Rey’s eyes skimmed him up and down as though searching for something, and coming up wanting.Kylo could not fault her for that. He’d failed at being a good man a long time ago, and a bad man more recently. He was adrift between two worlds, belonging in neither.

Gideon’s Sacrifice by Anonymous for Ceallaigh Since the loss of Rey, Kylo Ren’s pursuit of these new enemies has been relentless. Planets of no consequence, like Serpindal and Belkadan have gone completely dark from technology - there were no electronic subspace transmissions. Later his Knights of Ren discovered the planets were destroyed by space anomalies, such as the moon crashing into Serpindal, and an overgrowth of insects on Belkadan. His daughter has been left in the care of his mother, Leia. However, in this last visit, New Republic Forces have chosen to arrest him and try him for his crimes against the galaxy from the last war. The war the First Order lost to the Resistance. He was tried by grand jury of the New Republic and convicted of various crimes. His sentence was to be placed in Carbonite stasis by a new protocol that would cause him to be devoid of the Force. Leia refuses to let Kylo Ren surrender to them. Kylo Ren has other plans.

Love makes the galaxy go round by Anonymous for bittersnake Their masters make a secret arrangement behind their backs.

Family issues by Anonymous for Artemis1000 Rey tries to understand her feelings for a redeemed Ben Solo while his mother and uncle treat her like the hope for a better galaxy. It’s not easy when you have to be a jedi, a friend, a warrior and a lover.

In Balance by Anonymous for Fangirltrashbaby Kylo Ren arrives on Ahch-Too with some surprising news. Rey is hesitant at first but when Luke strands them on the planet she has to learn to get along with him.

soon I know you’ll see (you’re just like me) by Anonymous for KyloWren She crooks a finger. He kneels.

climb so fast to fall by Anonymous for LueurdeLaube Kylo Ren arrived at (crashed into) the Resistance base and fell in front of the general, broken and bleeding. No one was very happy about this development, least of all Rey.

i’m always in this twilight (in the shadow of your heart) by Anonymous for jitterygummy Coded on a secondhand datapad in a run-down motel room in Mos Eisley, deleted and never sent: Everything about us was a whirlwind.Written on a scrap of durasheet in a Tion Cluster outpost, the words fading after a while into air and ghosts: You shouldn’t have forgiven me for any of it.Scraped into the bark of an oak tree on the Argazdan homeworld: You won’t believe the dreams I have about you.

Two Comets Lost, Following the Trails of Stars Unknown by Anonymous for Karla_shadow He calls out to her as if through the Force, a pull that repels and attracts her in equal measure. He draws nearer to her as if he can’t help but follow that strange call. She backs away.“You can’t fight destiny.”

Exigence in Force Majeure by Anonymous for MostTulip This war has raged for ages and most of the leaders at its helm are long gone. It’s left to Kylo Ren, and Rey, his constant opposing force, whose minds have seeped so far into each other as to make planning in secret impossible, to come to some accord or else watch the galaxy burn in their futile efforts at mutual destruction.

Muscle Memory by Anonymous for thewayofthetrashcompactor (BriarLily) The war may be over, but Rey is still encountering Kylo Ren far too frequently for her peace of mind.

The Force Works in Mysterious Ways by Anonymous for agirlfromniima Sometimes you just know what you need to do. 

Jazz Night at the Jakku Philharmonic by Anonymous for SaintHeretical Rey expects nothing good when the Jakku Philharmonic plays an outdoor gig with weird and reclusive jazz legend Snoke. As for his backing band, they’re something else. Kylo styles himself as “the loudest trumpet player in the universe”, and his mic stand is right behind Rey’s chair in the woodwind section.

This Darkness Which You Know You Cannot Fight by Anonymous for OccasionallyCreative Rey gives in to her anger. It has been a long time coming.

Fight Like Me by Anonymous for SWAG_77 After mysteriously crashing on a moon, Rey and Kylo Ren find themselves Forced to fight together.

Quiet Words by Anonymous for RacheyMayBe She wants to take his heart in her hand and dare it to beat when its fickleness is the reason Han’s never will again.(She doesn’t know yet that this fury doesn’t wholly belong to her.)

One Thousand and One Nights by Anonymous for TehanuFromEarthsea Really, Rey ought to kill him. But instead she found herself fascinated by him

Trapped by Anonymous for PalenDrome (nerdherderette) Rey and Kylo get trapped on a shuttle in the middle of deep space. Inspired by ChroniclyFlaming’s “Revanche"

Between Daydreams and Nightmares by Anonymous for BeMyDarkling “Bring the girl to me.” Kylo begins to train Rey after her abduction; however, as he attempts to draw out the Dark Side in her, she ignites the Light in him.

Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit by Anonymous for SouthSideStory A diplomatic mission to Fest goes differently than expected.

Shadowed by Anonymous for Limra The war is over. It has been for years. A damaged Kylo is forced to face his fears when Rey tells him that she wants children, believing that the sins of the father would be passed on to the children – his children… much like the sins of Darth Vader ruined the reputation of his mother, then-Senator Leia Organa.Rey? Well. Rey thinks that it’s about time that Kylo faces what people really think about her husband.

A Ghtroc 690, Fully Restored by Anonymous for Chthonia This is the Force, Rey knows, trying to draw her to Kylo Ren, but she doesn’t care about whatever greater purpose a higher power has in store for them. She hates this man, and she despises any connection they have, no matter how divine its origin. (Or: the Force ruins Rey’s first vacation.)

Solace for the Damned by Anonymous for incognitajones Christmas Eve, and a lone priest of a tiny, isolated parish works feverishly in the snow until an old friend drops by. She misses him- what will it take to lure him away? When will he stop hiding behind the cloth?

The Planet of Fates by Anonymous for Juulna Simple scavenger Rey was almost ready to find Luke, to bring peace to the galaxy once again, until a mysterious force pulled her into the dreaded Kylo Ren’s path. Though this may be a trap, something bigger seems to be playing out for the two adversaries. And it won’t be like anything they’ve faced before…

Anchorite by Anonymous for momo_official It was right, Rey thought, that he had to bend so low to speak to her. Men like Kylo Ren were made to kneel. 

the one thing you leave behind (is how did you love) by Anonymous for diasterisms Kylo’s orders are to turn Rey to the Dark Side. His personal feelings may prevent him from doing so.

Clandestine by Anonymous for kuresoto She should have just done her job as a Jedi, should have remained detached yet polite, should have guarded Senator Ben Organa, and should not have jumped into bed with him.

Opposition in Vain by Anonymous for solikerez Rey is a factory girl living off of meager pay and the hope that her parents will return. She’s given a new chance at happiness when the parson Luke Skywalker (a former student of her grandfather’s) adopts her. Years later, the Skywalker-Solo merchant business is facing financial ruin. In order to save her found family, she enters into marriage with the prodigal Ben Solo, who became wealthy through betrayal. But there may be more to this arrangement than what meets the eye…

That One Time Rey Got Drunk by Anonymous for dungeoncrawler Rey is drunk, Kylo is impulsive, and neither of them can admit their feelings. They can, however, express them through physical intimacy. 

The Five Times We Met At The Train Station And The One Time We Did Not by Anonymous for the-reylo-void (Anysia) Exactly what it says on the tin(or the five times rey assaulted ben in some way lmfao)

Clockwork by Anonymous for Vickyshipsreylo He is young, and there are two things he fears above everything else: death, and clockwork.

Stay by Anonymous for Thelittlescrimshaw Prompt fill for Ring In the Reylo New Year’s gift exchange. 

Sins of the Father by Anonymous for Hormonal_Trashbag Unable to outrun the sins of his past, Ben Solo is faced with a ghost from that life that threatens his chance to finally find a peace he has sought his entire life. 

The Fickle Finger of Fate by Anonymous for OfHealingLove She should not be afraid of him. She does not understand. She will. He will make her.

such language holds the solemn sea (to sands upon the shore) by Anonymous for cassanah They only ever met in large cities where they could blend into anonymity. This time they were in a city called Tvell’ia on a bustling trade world in the Outer Rim. Kylo came here once when he was not Kylo Ren. He remembered how the luminescent algae in the ocean glowed in the darkness of the night here, and he wanted Rey to see it.

let the silver arrow fly by Anonymous for LarirenShadow Leia plays cupid, and fires a few misshots before getting it right.

Retrouvailles by Anonymous for NatMatryoshka : The joy or happiness of reuniting with someone after a long separation.Prompt from NatMatryoshka: “Padawan Rey and Senator Ben Organa Solo: Rey and her master Luke escort young Senator Ben Organa for a noisy party in Coruscant. What will happen?”

The most beautiful souls by Anonymous for dustoftheancients (The_Hollow_Bones) Rey is a Jedi, trained by Luke Skywalker, granddaughter of Obi-Wan Kenobi, another famous Jedi master. Kylo Ren has moved his first steps as a Sith: he’s sure of himself, stubborn. They have felt in love too soon.[Jedi/Sith AU]

Heart Craters, Filled With Light by Anonymous for KagamiSorciere Rey has never been able to celebrate Christmas before. Kylo can’t help but become a little invested.

His Desire by Anonymous for Ghostsdontdie Kylo Ren’s hopes and dreams are fulfilled with a marriage to Rey, but he remains uncertain and unsatisfied.“Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?” ― William Makepeace Thackeray, “Vanity Fair”

The Word of Skill by Anonymous for onstraysod When Kylo Ren kidnaps Rey from Ahch-to, he expects her to be a worthy rival and a pupil. He’s already seen enough to know she’s a girl who can match him in wits and in Force power. But it’s the other things Rey learned during her years of neglect on Jakku that will make all the difference; not only to Kylo but to the other inhabitants of the Finalizer, and perhaps the Galaxy itself. 

Love makes the galaxy go round by Anonymous for bittersnake Their masters make a secret arrangement behind their backs.

Fugue by Anonymous for Queronea Kylo and Rey keep their marriage in secret during the war, but in the final fight with Snoke, Kylo gets hit in his head and loses all his memories of Kylo Ren. Now he’s Ben Solo, balancing work in the Resistance base, his Jedi training with Luke, the disappearance of his father, and the constant fights with Rey, the only person in the base he cannot seem to get along with.

A wig and glasses isn’t enough by Anonymous for TheJGatsby Rey meets a celebrity in disguise, and things only get crazier from there…

Just a Dream by Anonymous for kmanion At night, desperate to sleep, Rey imagines an island.

we must be killers (children of the wild ones) by Anonymous for personalphilosophie He chuckles. He can’t help it. “You have to stop terrorizing the merchants, my love.”“I’m ‘your love’ now, am I? You were calling me ‘little idiot’ a few days ago—”“Who,” he snaps, “in their right mind would just drop down into the middle of a pack of Sith hounds?”“Element of surprise?” she offers. “Anyway, they were only Sith hounds.“There is refuge even here, in their little games. He can’t remember precisely when it started. It crept up on him like salvation, like forgiveness, like dawn seeping through.

Home Is… by Anonymous for Sydney508 “Building a life together” is more than just a phrase. For Kylo and Rey, it literally starts with building a home, one little step at a time (but please don’t let them play with electricity anymore.)

#reylo #ring in the reylo #reylo fanfiction anthology #reylo fanfic #reylo exchange #fan fiction #my moodboards

[southsidestory]

For me, most memorable of your fic scenes: when Ben and Rey sit in the “nest” of blankets on the hotel floor in “A Ghtroc 690, Fully Restored.” Gets me every time. 😂❤️

Tysm, non!! I'm glad that scene was memorable. To be 100% honest, I totally forgot about writing it 😂 because I have a goldfish's memory, especially where my own writing is concerned asdfgjkfnakajd

#nice people #asks #anonymous

[southsidestory]

Star Wars Fic Master Post

Mostly Reylo, but there’s some genfic and FinnReylo in here too!

A BOY NAMED BEN

1/1 Complete

Rating: Teen

Ship: Reylo (platonic only)

Summary: Ben has heard the tales of Anakin since he was a child, and the stories have always fascinated him. He envies the power the man wielded, so great that it inspired the fear of a whole galaxy. He’s never been able to decide whether it was strength or weakness that led his grandfather to betray the emperor, but he hopes that someday he’s as widely remembered as Darth Vader.

HUNGER

1/1 Complete

Rating: Mature

Ship: Reylo

Summary: True need hurts in the pit of your stomach, a hollowness begging to be filled. Rey remembers that feeling as well as her own name, because hunger was her constant companion for fifteen years, the closest thing to a friend that she knew.

THE SCAVENGER

1/1 Complete

Rating: Mature

Ship: Reylo

Summary: Rey has been waiting for so long to be wanted by whoever left her behind that the idea of turning him away is unfathomable.

USED

1/1 Complete

Rating: Mature

Ship: Reylo

Summary: As soon as it’s over, Kylo is reminded of what this is between himself and Rey. And more importantly, what it’s not.

SWEETHEART

1/1 Complete

Rating: Mature

Ship: Reylo

Summary: Ben Solo has just turned fifteen when his uncle adopts a brat of a girl named Rey. She’s thirteen, with bitten off nails, scabby knees, and chestnut hair that she wears pulled up into three messy buns. She carries a pilot doll wherever she goes, and she’s just scrawny enough for it to be concerning.

BARTERING

1/1 Complete

Rating: Mature

Ship: Reylo

Summary: She can’t leave him—this clever, charming young man who’s been marked for great things—to rot here on a backwater planet, enslaved and used.

RUDE

1/1 Complete

Rating: Mature

Ship: Finnreylo

Summary: This bed is a safe haven, a place of peace in the middle of a war. It smells like the men who belong to Rey, and she loves lying here, tangled up in a three-sided embrace with her partners.

A GHTROC 690, FULLY RESTORED

1/1 Complete

Rating: Teen

Ship: Reylo

Summary: This is the Force, Rey knows, trying to draw her to Kylo Ren, but she doesn’t care about whatever greater purpose a higher power has in store for them. She hates this man, and she despises any connection they have, no matter how divine its origin. (Or: the Force ruins Rey’s first vacation.)

FREE OF CHARGE

1/1 Complete

Rating: Mature

Ship: Reylo

Summary: Ben—her faceless friend, the boy she’s been admiring across a thousand miles—finally shared a photo of himself. He’s striking and handsome, beautiful in an odd, vulnerable way. And Rey recognizes him, because Ben is the spitting image of the camboy she’s been getting off to for the last six months.

THE PRICE OF APPLES IN ATLANTA

1/1 Complete

Rating: Teen

Ship: Reylo

Summary: Rey’s new GED instructor is a college student who introduces himself as Ben. He’s tall and broad-shouldered with huge, jittery hands and prominent ears that he’s unsuccessfully trying to hide under a mop of pretty hair. He’s hot, in a stuck-up rich boy kind of way, and he looks to be about Rey’s age. Then again, maybe she’s so desperate to feel less alone that any half-decent man would seem appealing.

THERE IS NO PASSION; THERE IS SERENITY

1/1 Complete

Rating: Mature

Ship: Reylo

Summary: Leia and Han tie the knot after thirty years of avoiding it, much to their son’s displeasure. Rey was tasked with guarding the bride, but somehow she ends up drinking wine with Senator Ben Organa instead.

AWAKENING

1/1 Complete

Rating: Teen

Ship: Reylo

Summary: Red, Kylo thinks. She’d been missing red, before this moment. It fills him with more pride than it should, because red is the color of passion, provocation, and fury. He’s always heard that the red-blind are a cold sort. Pragmatic and patient above all else, until they meet the one who will drive them to take risks, to indulge their impulses, to choose selfishly instead of wisely. This is what he’s meant to bring her: the kind of love that burns.

THE BLACK KNIGHT

1/1 Complete

Rating: Teen

Ship: Reylo

Summary: Kylo Ren is masked and menacing, his aura cold and tumultuous, a dark storm in the Force. Maybe she should be intimidated by this black-clad creature with no face, but she isn’t.

LYING UNDERNEATH

1/1 Complete

Rating: Teen

Ship: Reylo

Summary: Rey, that’s her name, but Kylo can barely bring himself to think it. It’s more comfortable to consider her in less personal terms: the scavenger, the girl.

FOR THE LOVE OF A WILD THING

3/10 Active WIP

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

Rating: Mature

Ship: Reylo

Summary: For a moment—just a moment—Rey allows herself to imagine a world outside of Jakku. A far away place, green and beautiful, where she could be free.

A PROPER EDUCATION

5/5 Complete

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | Epilogue

Rating: Mature

Ship: Reylo

Summary: "You need a teacher.“ Rey often recalls Kylo Ren’s words. When she has to beg Luke Skywalker to train her, she thinks she shouldn’t have to fight for this, and remembers her enemy’s impassioned declaration in the middle of their battle on Starkiller. How eager he was to show her the ways of the Force.

HOW LONG IS FOREVER?

2/5 Active WIP

Chapters: 1 | 2

Rating: Mature

Ship: Finnreylo

Summary: Finn brings out the best in Rey, her kindness and compassion, and he makes her happy. And Rey, she seems to soothe Finn, to make him laugh, where Kylo only ever manages to anger or frighten him. If he was a less selfish creature he could find some solace in the good they bring each other, but Ben has always been too consumed with his own wants to achieve any measure of peace.

SALVAGE

3/? Tabled WIP

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

Rating: Mature

Ship: Reylo

Summary: He’s unguarded, defenseless, and if Rey reads his mind right now she’ll find everything she’s looking for in an instant. Maybe he brings out more than darkness in her, because something like compassion keeps her from doing it.

THE NATURAL ORDER

2/3 Tabled WIP

Chapters: 1 | 2

Rating: Mature

Ship: Reylo

Summary: Rey’s plan is simple. She’ll learn from Kylo Ren, and she’ll do what has to be done to gain his trust, until she gets what she needs from him: information on her family. Who her parents are, whether they’re alive or dead, and where to find them. Then she’ll leave. How, exactly, Rey isn’t certain, but she has time to figure that out.

#reylo #finnreylo #reylo fanfiction #finnreylo fanfiction #fanfiction master post #my fanfiction

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last sentence meme

I was tagged by the amazing @politicalmamaduck to post the last sentence from five of my fics! It was a lot of fun to take a look at my fics this way, and to examine how well the ending lines of my stories stand on their own. 

A Ghtroc 690, Fully Restored (Reylo)

Now they’re bound, entangled together through the Force, whether for good or ill, and Rey can’t find a way to free herself.

Hunger (Reylo)

She supposes they each have their own illnesses, their own temptations to resist.

Tribute (SasuSaku & ItaSaku)

He’s hers, for the rest of their lives, and Sakura knows she can only treasure this gift all the more, because it came at such a high price.

Second Son (SasuSaku)

Then he waves a hand toward their grandchildren and great-grandchildren, playing in the grass before them, and says, “The future.”

blind but for blue (Stucky)

They’re vivid, beautiful, and in an ocean of dull grey, startlingly blue—the only color that Steve has ever been able to see. 

This was such a blast, and a very enlightening exercise, so I’d encourage any interested fanfic writers to give this meme a shot!

Tagging @xxlovendreamsxx, @reylotrashcompactor, @mnemehoshiko, @shelikespretties, @machinewithoutfeelings, @the-flowerchild, @lunaplath, @tehanufromearthsea, and @briarlily! No pressure to participate ofc. :)

#reylo #sasusaku #stucky #my writing #tag memes #last sentence meme #politicalmamaduck #fandom family #<3