#outlaw!kylo ren

[jasontoddssuper]

Jason Todd is so real for being a Bad But Sad White Boy who's a merciless villain but instead of being an abuser or a bigot,he's a mentally ill man who's disorders are potrayed realistically and not romanticized,grew up poor,actively respects minorities-especially women-and openly admits he's not a Pure Hero AckstuallyTM.Kylo Ren and Luke Castellan and those snake house mfs from the t*rf wizard series could never be him

#jason todd #pro jason todd #anti kylo ren #anti luke castellan #anti harry potter #batfam #ditf #lost days #utrh #rhato #the outlaws #teen titans:damian edition #dead sidekicks force #team dual #the anomalies #sw #pjo #hoo #tods #mental health tag #💌 #letters from summer

[punkeropercyjackson]

Fandom peeps who act like there's no other coping mechanism except for sex are annoying asf and embarrasing but i'll admit the ones who do it with supervillain characters are unitentionally funny as hell.'They're totally secretly a slut,what someone who kills all those people and is THAT hot wouldn't cope with crazy wild and DISGUSTING sex😏'Babygirl what do you think the murders are for

#jason todd #dabi #jason voorhees #ghostface #michael myers #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #anti kylo ren #anti reylo #batfam #rhato #the outlaws #dead sidekicks force #team dual #the anomalies #bnha geekery #our hero academia #slashers tag #friday the 13th #scary movie #halloween 1978 #bleach #sw #💌 #trans #transmasc #tboy swag #summerposting

[teatearswriting]

Help me pick my next story!

🎨🖌️Brushstrokes - Reylo

In a remote corner of Washington, Rey decides to start afresh in a small town, seeking solace from her tumultuous past. Her neighbor, Leia Organa, a respected figure in the community, entrusts Rey with the task of delivering groceries and supplies to a secluded cabin on the outskirts of town. Little does Rey know that this seemingly simple errand will unravel a poignant story of redemption and love.

Upon arriving at the solitary cabin, Rey comes face to face with its enigmatic inhabitant—Kylo, a reclusive artist and Leia's son. Through their encounters, Rey discovers that Kylo is burdened by a tragic past that has left him a hermit, estranged from the world around him. As Rey continues to visit the secluded cabin, a bond forms between them, and she becomes determined to unravel the mysteries that shroud Kylo's life.

💻🚫Does Not Compute - Soulmate AU Reylo

In a world where soulmates are determined by a scientific algorithm, two individuals, Rey and Ben, who are deemed incompatible by the system accidentally meet and experience an undeniable connection. As they navigate the challenges of defying the system and following their hearts, they discover a love that transcends logic and algorithms.

🤠🐴Unnamed Old West AU - Reylo

In the rugged expanse of the old west, the tale unfolds with the enigmatic bounty hunter Rey, known for her adept skills and steely resolve, as she sets out to capture the notorious outlaw Kylo Ren. However, upon tracking him through treacherous terrain and dusty towns, Rey discovers that Kylo is not the ruthless criminal he's perceived to be. Instead, he's determined to leave his lawless life behind and start anew.

As their paths intertwine amidst the backdrop of saloons and sprawling landscapes, they form an unlikely alliance, navigating through the complexities of their own personal purposes. Rey, driven by her commitment to justice, starts questioning the true nature of Kylo's actions. Meanwhile, Kylo struggles to atone for his past and seeks redemption in a land where second chances are scarce.

👸📷Modern Roman Holiday AU - Reylo

In a modern reimagining of the classic "Roman Holiday," the story unfolds in a whirlwind of luxury and deceit. Kylo, a troubled and desperate gambler, finds himself entangled in a web of financial woes and dangerous vices. His path intersects with that of Rey, a spirited princess seeking a moment of respite from the suffocating expectations of her royal duties.

As Kylo's addiction to gambling drives him to desperate measures, he concocts a nefarious scheme to exploit Rey's innocence and vulnerability. Drawing her into a world of deception, he manipulates her into engaging in illicit activities, all the while intending to capture incriminating evidence to extort money from her royal family.

#reylo #reylo au #writblr #writeblr #ao3 writer #ao3 author #ao3fic #tumblr polls #my polls #fan fic writing #fanfiction author #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #poll time

[winniethewife]

Jewels made of stardust 

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 12: Into a thousand seconds gone

Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter

warning: Angst, Abduction

Words: 707

As they make their way through the abandoned facility, Poe keeps his hand on his blaster. Looking around for anything out of place. The bad feeling that had come up the day before when talking to the contact kept getting stronger. He almost wanted to take Rhoswen by the arm and run out of there, but he knows this information is too important to leave now. Rhoswen was also on edge, she felt a presence that she couldn’t place and that put that on edge. She takes a quick look at Poe, she can see the nervous way his brows furrow. She takes his hand for a second, squeezing his hand gently, nodding in reassurance. She watches as his face relax. He could tell in the way she looks at him that all she wanted was to tell him everything would be alright. All he wanted was to believe her. But maybe it was too soon to make any such promises. As she rounded the corner Rhoswen froze at the sight that greeted them.

“Poe turn back it’s a tr-” Rhoswen turns to Poe about to push him back when she’s pulled back. Poe tired to grab her.

“Rhoswen! No!” Poe cries out as he follows, He feels the panic rise in his chest. Standing there his hands around Rhoswen’s arms, holding her back, was Kylo Ren. “Let her go!” He shouts, the rage in his voice is sharp. The fear in Rhoswen’s eyes is fueling his rage as much as the sight of his enemy.

“Really Sister? This is your choice in companionship? An outlaw Piolet with a cause. Just like father? Pathetic.”  Kylo growled wrenching up her arms to cause her pain. Rhoswen cried out. Poe tried to rush them, run to her, But his feet wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t hurt him! you have me, leave him!” Rhoswen pleaded with her brother, her emerald eyes filled with tears as she looked at Poe. Poe blinked his own tears away and he tried to move, tried to reach out to her, but he was slowed, frozen. He knew it was a fruitless effort, but that didn’t stop him from screaming after her as Kylo took her.  

When Poe made it back to the falcon he had immediately sent a comms message back to resistance, and now he was waiting fro a response, pacing the falcon. He wanted to just go save her, just rush out into space and- Before he could finish the thought the Comms lit up, in coming message. He rushed over and answered the call, before him was Leia, looking anxious.

“Leia, please I had no idea”

“None of us did Poe, that’s the point. It was a trap none of us where prepared for.” She was obviously trying her best to remain calm. But He knew her well enough to see she was frayed at the edges too.

“What are your orders?” He asked with a tense edge to his voice. She looked at him sympathetically.

“Return to Ajan Kloss, we’re putting together a rescue team.” She said as calmly as possible with the practiced tone of a leader, under stress but never faulting. Poe felt his heart drop. He wanted to protest, to say he could track her down right now. He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do it alone. As his shoulders deflated he heard Leia chuckle slightly.  “I know, you’re about ready to jump into the cockpit and go after her. But its not the time. You need back up. I want to get her back just as much as you do, but we need to plan this.” Leia says softly. Poe looked up at her tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I should’ve…” He starts in again on thinking of everything he could have done differently.

“Don’t, Poe. I know. If there was anything you could have done you would have.” Leia’s own eyes are starting to fill with tears. She knows how much He loves her daughter. She knows he will do everything to get her back. As they end the call Poe wipes his tears away on his sleeve. He’s going to get her back. Whatever it takes.

~

Masterlist

Tag: @femmeanonymelives @silver-night-m

#star wars #poe dameron #poe dameron x oc #Solo oc #starwars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars fan fiction #Rhoswen Jewelace #Rhoswen #oscar isaac fic #Spotify #cw abduction #angst

[stheresya]

recently i was watching an youtuber react to a right-wing conservative complain about evil being too normalized in hollywood nowadays. he was upset that villains always have sad backstories that, in his mind, were an attempt to justify their evilness. and one of the examples he cited was kylo ren from star wars. he thought the idea of rey (the heroine) and kylo (the villain) falling in love was absurd, because kylo was evil and thus did not deserve love nor sympathy from any of the good guys. isn't this familiar? only i'm used to hearing this from people who claim to be in the opposite side of the political spectrum.

this also reminded me of another time i witnessed another right-wing influencer call grrm "sick-minded" for including incest in his work. mind you that this person was a fan of asoiaf and did not have any issue with all the other violences in the series. only the incest was just too much. this made me think of antis who occupy horror/gothic fiction spaces who looove spooky aesthetics and gore but lose their minds if someone holds special interest in a problematic character or relationship or, heaven forbid, if someone eroticizes the grotesque.

i'm from a country where the death penalty is outlawed. my country also has one of the highest crime rates in the world. of course, this could be explained by the fact that we have a lot of social inequality as a result of centuries of colonization + some imperialism because we're America's backyard. but some politicians and influencers try to get it all that this is a morality problem, that some people are just born rotten, all to justify them enforcing harsher security policies (re: killing people), which obviously affects poor the most. they hate the idea of morally reprehensible characters being humanized in media because it puts to question their black and white worldview, a view that is only possible through the dehumanization of 'the other' (usually poor and bipoc). the idea that people resort to crime because they are led to by the harsh conditions they live in infuriates them because, in some way, it puts these people as victims of their circumstances, victims of a harmful system that they keep enforcing. and so they need pop culture to keep reinforcing the good vs evil mentality, because nothing is more threatening to the authoritarian worldview than nuance.

anyway, this made me come to the realization that we're too obliging with antis. we treat them like misguided teenagers who just need to live a little more and understand that fiction isn't reality, that fiction exists as a safe space to allow our imagination to venture in the wildest and darkest places. but this is a case of a harmful ideology infiltrating spaces that should be celebrating freedom of creativity. everyone knows (or should know) that believing the main role of art and fiction is to promote good morals is borderline fascist rhetoric. certain "progressives" are parroting that idea by turning it into rainbow puritanism. but it's still conservatism nonetheless. just because they don't use god's name to justify their stances doesn't make their goals any less conservative.

#mine.txt #mucho texto

[enkisstories]

There were only seven people at the table, but aside from young Markus, everyone was sharing a backstory with everyone else and most of the time those little anecdotes were about strife and suffering.

A people person at his heart, Markus was tremendously enjoying the experience.

Markus: "...we'll just have a commenter talk over the worst parts when we broadcast the highlights of the party. We have some experience with that. Ah, that reminds of the time when we broke into a New Republic broadcasting tower to... Nah, you're probably not interested in hearing that. It's just more evil empire stuff."

Rey: "No, go on! I want to get to know the Captain of my guard."

Armitage: "...so that's where the postcard came from? And we thought Ben - back then he was still Kylo Ren, of course - was mocking us! We retaliated in quite a childish way by singing to him through his and Rey’s force bond. Ren was livid!"

Hank: "You enjoyed it."

Armitage: "Yes. I don't think I ever let go like this before."

Hank: “Not even when you poisoned Brendol? What a shame. One would think the first good deed in your life would at least have made you smile.”

Armitage: “Ah, I see. Chief of Police checks out.”

Hank: "You know, I have some nicely aged Rylothberry wine in my cellar. Maybe if this alliance holds, I'll send a crate to Coruscant."

Armitage: "Rylothberry... If that wasn't a declaration of war, I don't know what would be."

Rey: "Yeah. I’ll definitely make that the first new law I’m going to create. Rylothberry wine goes straight on the list of outlawed substances!"

Amilyn: "Good call!"

Markus: “Echo will gladly remove all contraband for you, Lady Palpatine.”

Rey: “Absolutely. Not. You touch that shit? You all get transfered to cleaning up the Death Star ruin on Endor.”

Voice on the phone: “You’re an outcast! By your insidious deeds you left normal society behind! You’re criminal through and through, you simply radiate that! Why don’t you become an underworld boss!!!”

Ben: “Hux...? No, he’s sitting at the table here with me. Then, who...?”

I laughed so hard when that happened: In the middle of this high profile political party Connor called Ben Solo and barraged him with insults. I mean, he has all the reason to, from their previous encounters, but seeing proper Connor of all people explode in this fashion... it was “28 stab wounds” all over again, lol.

#armitage hux #amilyn holdo #rey palpatine #and the one in the robe is ben #sims4journeytobatuu #star wars #simblr #newstarwarssims #battleforbatuu7

[ao3feed--reylo]

Tear Down My Walls (come build my kingdom)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LXaYCf6

by AnonPenguin

Once an outlawed practice for its alleged abuse, a new law allows demihumans the opportunity to obtain Medical Scenting Cards after an exhaustive process with their doctor.

After months of failed options, Alpha Ben Solo finally obtains his own card to help arrange for "Scenting Sessions" with an Omega to help deal with his crippling social anxiety.

OR

Alpha Ben gets the equivalent of a medical marijuana card, except it's for Omega Rey to come and scent his bedsheets and home.

Words: 2996, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Ben Solo, Omega Rey (Star Wars), Social Anxiety, License to Scent, Explicit Sexual Content, Omegas/Alphas Scents Used As Therapy, Scenting, Knotting, Accidental Knotting, slick, They're very professional and they don't fuck until they do, Touch-Starved

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LXaYCf6

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequel Trilogy #Reylo #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #AO3 #ne

[texas-writes]

All long-form fics will be linked to Ao3

My entire catalogue of fics are linked under the cut, if there’s no link it means I haven’t cross-posted it yet. (I’m still working on it, I promise)

Many Paths- Leon decides to put off joining the military for one very specific reason

Shifter- An illusion is the truth aka: Leon’s worst nightmare

Special Girl- You finally get Leon right where you’ve always wanted him. Your bed

Strictly Business- A Princess marries Kylo Ren for the sake of her planet (long-form)

Lead Me Home- Two spies fall for each other without realizing they’re on the same side (long-form)

Cool Water- When the outlaw Levi Ackerman gets captured by a handsome Sheriff, he has until the end of their journey to prove he’s really not that bad of a guy (Cowboy au, Long-form)

Winter Break- Your hot step-brother Eren comes home from college, shenanigans ensue

Fraulein- Reiner recalls a summer he spent with a farmer’s daughter (1920s Texas au)

Mister Right- The wondrous algorithms of Tinder lead you to the man of your dreams (Long-form)

Phantom Blood

Gentle Giant- Johnathan Joestar gets down and dirty (respectfully)

Battle Tendency

Stardust Crusaders

Stay With Me- After realizing how close he came to losing you, Jotaro comes clean about his feelings (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 1/4

Remember Summer Days- You and Jotaro cross paths a few years later when your exchange program sends you to Japan (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 2/4)

Diamond is Unbreakable

Never Meant- Jotaro tells you he’s married, you can’t take it anymore (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 3/4) (wip)

Golden Wind

Science Fiction- Ghiaccio has a giant crush on the maid, good thing she’s a loser too

Science Fiction Double Feature- You and Ghiaccio decide to get serious

Antici…pation- Ghiaccio finds out the hard way where babies come from

Simple Solutions- Screaming babies are the worst

Run With Me?- Risotto has more secrets than Passione knows

Easter Sunday- Mista meets a pretty girl at Mass, and then almost fucking dies

Stone Ocean

Highlight of My Evening- Jotaro and his girlfriend smoke some pot and get horny

Lovefool- You knew hooking up with your best friend’s dad was wrong, but just once couldn’t hurt, right?

Right Enough for Me- It was always Joel, no matter what problem you had, he would take care of it.

Come on Princess- Hawks invites you to go out with him and his boyfriend, you end up being their third

Candlelight- In which Eli Sunday is more than happy to consummate his marriage

“Bible Study”- Father Sunday lies to protect your reputation, after all, how would that make him look?

#masterlist #resident evil #star wars #the arcana #jojos bizarre adventure #there will be blood #Eli Sunday #mha #the last of us #tlou #attack on titan #aot #jjba #RE

[sonsofsith]

Sons of Sith MC

adcu outlaw biker!au rp in collaboration with @themcsprincess​ 

Paring: Matt (the Radar Technician) x Kacey Barber (OFC)

featuring characters: Jack Gladney, Kylo (Ren) Gladney, Ben (Solo) Gladney, Charlie Barber

Summary

Boy meets girl. Boy gets separated from girl. Boy and girl find each other again years later just to find how closely their opposite worlds are intertwined. 

18+ | cw: outlaw!au, corrupt politicians, explicit sexual content, weapons including firearms

#katt #biker!au #biker!katt #sons of sith #sons of sith mc

[brideofkylosolo]

Writer Wednesday: Week 27

tagging: @writer-wednesday

A Blaze of Glory

Kylo X Kyna (OC) (Star Wars Sequel Trilogy: Western AU)

The famed stagecoach robber Kylo has to go on the run.  Little does he know, that he, as well as his lover Kyna, are in for the fight of their lives.

Warnings: guns, implied violence, wild west

     Kyna paced the floor of the tiny one-room sod house in Indian Territory, nervousness in every step.  Her lover, the outlaw Kylo, had left to meet up with their liaison for supplies and Kyna swore he had been gone for hours.  She was beginning to worry he had been set up.  Or worse, caught in the impending dust storm that was on the horizon

     Just as she was considering going out to look for him, the familiar sound of his horse galloping up to the house broke the silence.  Kyna hurried outside to greet him, glad he was alive and safe.

     “My love,” she greeted him, hugging his wide frame.

     Kylo returned the hug.  As much as he was known for his fierce, no-nonsense, ruthless personality, he always softened when it came to Kyna, his long-time lover and partner of many years.  It was obvious to many that they shared a special bond like no other; nothing would ever break them apart.

     The couple hurriedly unloaded the supplies and carried them inside.  They had been in hiding for the better part of a few months following the last stagecoach robbery out in Saint Louis and luckily, the US Marshals had yet to find them.  Of course, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t.  Kylo was one the country’s most notorious outlaws, a man feared by many, and if caught, his head would be worth a pretty penny.  Thankfully, they also had allies in other gangs, mainly the Knights of Ren.  Ren, the leader was more than willing to help Kylo and Kyna evade capture in exchange for help later on.  And both of them were willing to provide that help when the time came.  For now, the plan was to lay low and not attract any attention.

     “This should last us a while,” Kylo remarked as he placed his Colt and hat on one of the chairs in the kitchen area.  “Ren said he can get us some more supplies, he just needs my help with a job on the Chisholm Trail next month.”

     Kyna gave him a worried look.  “Are you sure it’s safe?”

     Kylo nodded.  “It’s a fairly easy job.  It’s cattle rustling.  They're moving a herd to Kansas and if Ren can get some, there’s big money involved.  Real big money.”  He slipped his arm around Kyna’s slim waist.  “Enough to set us up for a while.”

     That made her smile.  While she had taken to her life as an outlaw with ease, there were moments even she tired of their life.  To have some time off, to get away from Indian Territory and maybe head West to California, seemed like a dream to her.

     Kyna leaned up and kissed him deeply on the lips.  He pulled her closer.  As he started to reach into her top, the unmistakable sound of hooves nearing their hideout broke the air.  Kylo quickly grabbed his gun and looked out the window from behind the curtains.  He saw three riders galloping up to the sod house.  Kylo cursed under his breath; they had been followed.

     One of the riders, a young woman with brown hair dismounted and walked up to the house.  “Kylo!” she called out.  “We know you’re in there.  Come out with your hands up!”

     Kylo scowled, his finger cocking his gun.  He knew that the woman, Rey Skywalker, his cousin, wasn’t going to go away easily.  She, as well as Kylo, inherited their grandfather’s stubbornness as well as his determination.  Neither one was going to back down.

     Suddenly, the sound of gunfire rang out.  Both Kylo and Kyna ducked to avoid being hit by a bullet.  The lovers exchanged looks.  They knew this could well be the end.  Yet, they weren’t ready to go, at least not without a fight.

     “I love you, Moondust,” Kylo said, reaching out to hold Kyna’s hand.

     “I love you more, Starfighter,” she replied, squeezing his hand in return.

     The couple climbed to their feet and stood on either side of the door.  They took one last look at each other before bursting out the door.  They were prepared to go in a blaze of gunfire and glory.

#writer wednesday #star wars fanfiction #wild west au #kylo ren #kylo x oc #oc insert fic #fanfic

[babbushka]

Biting Dust - Ch. 5

Life ain’t too easy for a woman, ‘specially not a woman on the run like you. With a bounty on your head and gunpowder in your nose, you’ve grown adjusted to a life of solitude away from the hustle and bustle of civilization. That is, until you meet one particular man who’s got a face you’d only ever seen in your dreams – or on wanted posters. And when he offers you a proposition that sounds too good to be true, well. You don’t think your life will ever be the same again…

Outlaw!Kylo Ren x Reader

Tumblr Masterlist | Available on AO3

6k; Warnings: Attempted assault, attempted murder

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Red clouds of earth kick up behind your horse’s hooves as they gallop far past the town line, hootin’ and hollerin’ all the while. The wind whips your hair around, your bonnet flung right off your head, held onto your person only by the wide ribbon that’s kept it tied ‘round your throat. Adrenaline pumps through your body, makes your vision spotty, makes your heart beat fast fast fast, ridin’ like lightning away from Ragrock.

Kylo’s right beside you, makin’ just as much damn noise as you, his crooked teeth gleamin’ gold in the blazin’ Arizona sun. You ain’t never see him grin this big, as he shouts and jeers too, challengin’ the canyons and the desert, darin’ them to take this moment away from the both of you.

“I can’t fuckin’ believe you!” You laugh, voice nearly gettin’ lost in the wind, cheeks hurtin’ from the way you’re smilin’ so much, “Goddamn you’re so -- so -- stupid!”

Kylo laughs at that too, a deep rumblin’ sound that feels so much like thunder that you’re sure it’s shakin’ the earth. Or maybe that’s Sam and Agnes, the way they’re throwin’ their heads back and whinnying and stampin’ their hooves into the caked dirt below. Either way, it’s a good sound, one of them sounds that makes you ache in your bones; you can’t remember the last time you heard someone else laugh so genuinely.

“Yeah?” He finally decides to slow Sam to a halt, and you do the same, tuggin’ on Aggie’s reigns to get her to calm just a little bit, the horses powerful legs comin’ to a gentle trot, both you and Kylo gulpin’ down air.

“Yeah. Why the hell did you bring us through there knowin’ there was bad blood?” You reach into the saddle bag and pull out a canteen, measurin’ a careful sip or two of the fresh river water, before decidin’ to pass the jug over to Kylo himself.

Gratefully, he takes the same size sip as you, and you think that’s mighty chivalrous of him once again, on account of he’s a much bigger person than you, and should clearly need more water. Still, you don’t protest when he hands the canteen back to you, the lid screwed on nice and tight to avoid spillin’.

“It was the only place I could think of that’s close enough.” He shrugs, and you frown ever so slightly at that, knowin’ that really, as long as you stay close to the Colorado River, you’ll have just about anything you need.

Well, almost, anyway.

“Close enough for what?” Your curiosity gets the better of you, especially when he starts rummagin’ around in his own saddle-bag for somethin’. You lean over, tryin’ to be nosy and get a peek inside, but he only clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and you duck your head, embarrassed at bein’ caught.

“For this,” Kylo doesn’t make you wait though, pullin’ out a couple boxes of bullets, but much more importantly, “And these.”

When Kylo pulls out the burlap sack filled with coins, your eyes widen. Right there in his fist has to be over five hundred dollars in gold and silver, more money than you’ve ever seen in one place save for the banks you burn. It makes your mouth go dry, and you wonder how he got a hold of it all, if he took it from the cash register by force, or if he stole it discreetly.

“Holy shit, no wonder you were takin’ so damn long.” You urge Aggie a little closer to get a better look, darin’ to stick your hand in the bag and scoop up a handful of the coins. They were heavy, heavy and real.

“I figured you wouldn’t be opposed.” Kylo speaks quietly as your hands let the coins fall between your fingers, clinking together back in the sack. He gives you the sack then, lets the weight of it rest in your hands, clearin’ his voice, “We’ll need it for Ruby City.”

Without a thought, you push it back into his hand. He was the one who had stolen it, it belonged to him. Yes you were out of money, your own coin purse completely empty, but...but you had more pride than that, to accept someone else’s hard earned coin. Even if he had earned it wrongly, it was still his.

Besides, you reckon as you shake your head when he tries to give it back once again, Kylo was right -- it’s less suspicious to travel with a man, and if you’re traveling together, he better be the one to handle the money.

Kylo seems to read your thoughts, and he just nods, before taking a couple coins out and handing them to you, fifty bucks weighin’ on your palm.

“Just take the fuckin’ money.” He says with a small smile. “I won’t hear any ‘no’, it’s yours too, for helpin’ me by distractin’ the townfolk.”

You sigh, and reluctantly put the coins in your own small purse. For the first time in a while, the fabric is bulged out and heavy. Kylo puts the burlap sack back in his saddle-bag, and you resolve to ignore its existence until you need him to pay for a room at an inn somewhere.

“Should’ve warned me that you knew the damn bartender.” You scold him then, a little disgruntled that he had kept that information from you. If you were going to be a distraction, you would’ve liked to know exactly who it was you’re distractin’. “Should’ve told me y’all hated each other.”

You don’t tell Kylo that you were flirtin’ with that Armitage, certain that he wouldn’t like it. He sure as hell didn’t like it when Amos was gettin’ a little too friendly with you, anyway, and he was just a stranger. To your surprise though, Kylo scoffs out a laugh, and fishes out his old cigarette from the inside of his boot, lightin’ it with a match and puffin’ smoke through his nose.

“Hate?” He’s got humor in his voice as he urges Sam forward, needin’ to get back towards the water’s edge before the sun sank too low in the sky, “Nah, Hux and I go way back. He’s a good friend.”

You level him a dirty glare at that, if only he had told you he coulda’ saved you a world of panic! You think about the way that Armitage shot out his own windows, the way that Kylo managed to murder Armitage’s brother without any guns of his own, and all the damn fallout that came from it.

“Didn’t seem to be actin’ like a good friend when he was aimin’ his shotgun at your face.” You point out, thinkin’ to yourself, men are so goddamn strange.

Kylo laughs again, and you find yourself growin’ dangerously used to the sound, so you just sigh and shake your head. He smokes and smokes, both of your horses leadin’ you closer to the water, havin’ galloped away from it ever so slightly.

“He likes when I come rollin’ through, trust me. He always complains about how quiet his lil’ town of Ragrock gets, likes to give the folks somethin’ to gossip about every now and again.” Kylo explains, patton’ Sam’s neck and flashin’ you a gold-tipped smile.

“So he really wasn’t going to kill us then?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Oh no he probably would’ve if I let him.” Kylo answers quickly, “‘Specially after what I did to Brian. But he’ll be fine with it in a couple weeks once folks tell him I wasn’t the one that started nothin’.”

You stare at him for a little while, and he can feel the weight of your gaze on him, but he only gives you a crooked smile and a wink. You weren’t so sure what that wink meant, but if you had to guess, it could really only mean trouble.

“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” You lick across your teeth to prevent yourself from smilin’ and givin’ him the satisfaction of knowing that he entertains you. The grin he gives you tells you he knows it anyway.

“Nothin’ that you can’t handle though, I reckon.” Counterin’ with a slight smile, Kylo ducks his head and blushes, and that alone is enough to make you tap your heels against Aggie’s hide, to get her to go gallopin’ down the canyons again.

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Some hours later, when the world around you starts to cool off from the settin’ of the sun, you and Kylo set up camp near the river. He had gone ahead and scouted the spot out, made sure there weren’t any folks who had already laid claim to that particular stretch of the bend, no one that could go cousin’ any trouble.

There was more than enough money now, to buy new stocks of food whenever y’all got to the next stop along the route, but that didn’t mean that you were about to let Kylo blow through the supply. So instead, you ask he hunt you down another rabbit for dinner, which he does in less than a half hour, impressin’ you once again.

It’s quiet, out there by the river. The sky has faded to a gentle purple, the silvery moon high in the sky. You’ve got a fire made, nothin’ too big or roarin’, just tall enough to heat up the cast-iron pot that you’ve got hangin’ over it by an iron stake. That rabbit is stewin’ in the pot, along with some water, beans, cut up carrots and a little bit of rice. You stir the pot, listenin’ to the sound of the river as it trickles past.

The sweet sound of a harmonica sounds then, and your gaze snaps up to see Kylo with the instrument against his lips. His eyes are closed, and he’s breathin’ nice and even, the high tune of a melody makin’ your throat choke up. It was a tune you knew all too well, once upon a time, a long time ago.

You stir the stew, chewin’ on the side of your cheek, until somethin’ in you compels you to sing. Your voice is a little rusty, but it doesn’t deter Kylo one bit, in fact, when he catches wind of you singin’ along to his tune, he plays a little louder, a little clearer, switchin’ to the harmony as you take over the melody to the sad cowboy song that you once used to teach yourself,

"O bury me not on the lone prairie."

These words came low and mournfully

From the pallid lips of the youth who lay

On his dying bed at the close of day.

He had wasted and pined 'til o'er his brow

Death's shades were slowly gathering now

He thought of home and loved ones nigh,

As the cowboys gathered to see him die.

"O bury me not on the lone prairie

Where coyotes howl and the wind blows free

In a narrow grave just six by three—

O bury me not on the lone prairie"

"It matters not, I've been told,

Where the body lies when the heart grows cold

Yet grant, o grant, this wish to me

O bury me not on the lone prairie."

Kylo sets down his harmonica then, and you blink away a light mistiness in your eye. It ain’t good to dwell on the past, you know, but sometimes, times like these, you can’t help but think ‘bout it. Kylo’s blinkin’ away somethin’ too, you notice, so as you stir the stew and determine the rabbit and vegetable and rice are all as cooked as they need to be, you ladle a big bowl for you and for this man who has become the closest thing to a companion you’ve ever had in your life, and you take it over to him.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, not for a while. You simply sit down next to him, as close to him as you’ve gotten since that time in the river, and hand him the bowl and spoon. He accepts it gratefully, his own gaze cast into the fire, and not for the first time, you wonder what’s goin’ on in his head.

After a couple bites of the stew, you rest your head on his shoulder. It’s a tentative motion, a hesitant one. Kylo holds his breath, you can feel it in the way he tenses ever so slightly, but he doesn’t tell you to move, and that’s as good of an invitation to stay as any, you reckon.

“You can’t go lookin’ at me like that, by the by.” Breaking the silence, you slurp down a spoonful of stew yourself, lookin’ into the comforting vision of the flames which flicker and flare gently in front of you.

“Hm?”

“If we’re meant to be cousins,” You explain, voice soft and kind, knowin’ that you’ve been too hard on him these past couple days. “You can’t be givin’ me those eyes of yours. Folks might see through the ruse.”

Kylo surprises you by shruggin’ with his other shoulder, his cheeks crinklin’ into a smile. His dimples crease, and he chews on his lip a little, keepin’ his eyes down as he blushes.

“Folks marry their cousins all the time, it wouldn’t be so strange.” Kylo nearly whispers, almost like he’s afraid to speak the words, rushes quickly to try and change the subject as soon as he’s said it, “Hell, my mother almost married her own damn brother on accident -- but that’s a long and complicated story.”

“Oh so we’re married now.” You smile, feelin’ the heat rise to your own cheeks. It’s less of a question and more of a statement, the way you say it, and you find that against your own better judgement, you like the way it sounds. You like the idea of it, and that makes butterflies spark up in your stomach, a feelin’ you ain’t so used to.

“We could be.” Kylo doesn’t dare look at you, idly stirring his bowl, “We could pretend, anyway.”

You think for a second about what that might be like -- but then you shake your head a little and sigh, “I made a promise I’d never be a meek housewife.”

“Ain’t no one here callin’ you meek.” Kylo reassures you, and now it’s your turn to duck your head, to rest it against his shoulder a little more. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, you wonder if he can hear it out there in the quiet of night.

“Be my cousin, for just a little while longer.” You whisper, a silent plea to just give you some more time, “Until we make it to Ruby City.”

“I can’t get a good read on you.” Kylo hums, and you’re relieved to hear that he’s not got an angry or disappointed edge to his tone.

He really does respect you, you realize all of a sudden. Maybe it’s foolish to come to that conclusion so soon, so quickly after you’ve met him, but you can’t help but come to it nonetheless. He’s done nothin’ but respect you this whole time, and you don’t know what to do about that. It’s never happened before.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, a hint of a smile on your lips.

“It means that you’re the most mysterious damn woman I’ve ever met.” He replies easily, a smile on his own.

“I have to be.” Shrugging, you eat another bite of the stew, wishin’ you had some spices to throw in it. You hope Kylo doesn’t think it’s too bland -- before growin’ bashful again, at the thought that you want him to enjoy your cookin’.

“Why’s that?”

“Because the more people that know about me, the less safe I am.”

“I told you -- ”

“I know, you ain’t gonna hurt me, I know.” You interrupt him, before sighing, wondering if you were really going to do this, if you were really going to tell him. “That’s not what I meant.”

Kylo senses a shift in the air, a change in the atmosphere, and his teasing playful smile melts into something a little more somber, more serious. He watches you, and waits for what you have to say, and you decide that what the hell -- if you couldn’t tell Kylo, you couldn’t tell anyone at all.

“I didn’t always used to be an outlaw, you know.” Setting down your bowl of stew, you fidget with the hem of your blue dress’ skirt, and look into the fire, your memory transporting you to a place and time that felt like a million years ago. “There was a time, a long time ago, that I was a school teacher, in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere Utah...”

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You were young, when you started teachin’ at the school. It had always been your favorite place when you were growin’ up, and when the teacher herself got married and moved away, you jumped at the vacancy at once. This was the only way a young woman like yourself could earn a living with her clothes on, you knew that, and though you were barely older than the students that came to your classes, you took your job seriously.

It had been a bright sunny morning in Spring the day you turned sixteen, when the bells tolled for all the school children to come rushing to your door. Standing outside the single room schoolhouse, you had a cheerful smile on your face as you welcomed the students that you had come to love and care for, as they bounded up the few steps and into the wooden building. Ranging in age from as young as five, to as old as twelve, two dozen students took to their seats, fresh faced and recently washed, hair combed for their lessons.

“Good mornin’ class!” You walk to the front of the room once the bell finishes tolling, picking up a piece of chalk and writing out the first line to a popular sea shanty turned folk song, your delicate cursive spelling, ‘O Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie.’

“Good morning Miss (L/N)!” The class responds in happy unison. One of your students, a young girl named Wendy quickly gets out of her seat to place an apple on your desk before hurrying back.

You smile at her, at all of them, having grown so fond of this mis-matched group of kids that have been placed in your care for the weekdays.

“I trust y’all had a good weekend?” You ask them, met with a chorus of overlapping affirmations, and you chuckle at their response to immediately wantin’ to tell you all about everything they did on their days off. “Good, I’m glad. Now if you would buddy up and please take out your textbook, we’ll pick up where we left off on Friday.”

The McGuffey reader was your go-to book to teach the children with, it had everything you needed -- reading, writing, and arithmetic that was easy enough to understand by even the littlest of your students. It was broken down into repetition, phonetics, and even had lines to trace the letters and numbers, but more than that, it was the book you yourself had learned to read by, so you were familiar enough with it.

“Who would like to be the first to read what I’ve got written up on the board?” You ask, once they’ve all opened their books to the appropriate page, a handful of eager students at once clamoring to volunteer.

And so, like any other day, the morning turned to afternoon, and the afternoon turned to evening. When the bells rang to dismiss the class, the children groaned, knowing that meant they had to go home where their family would likely put them to work in the field or in the kitchen for an hour before supper.

“Thank you for another wonderful day children, y’all be good for your parents now, you hear?” You try to encourage them to cheer up, even if it did warm your heart that they liked learning from you so much. “Oh, Rickie? Could you come here for a minute? You’re not in trouble, I promise.”

Sitting at your desk for a moment, you saw the earring that you had stashed in your drawer from the evening prior, and you fish it out as the ten year old skips over to you, his mousy brown hair flopping around as he does. You smile, thinkin’ that he might do to ask for a trim when he gets home.

“Yes ma’am?” Rickie stands before the desk, and you hand him the earring, his eyes going wide as he recognizes it.

“Could you do me a big favor and deliver this to your Mama? She must’ve dropped it here last night and I’m sure she’s goin’ crazy lookin’ for it.” You smile, and he nods happily.

“She sure is! Earned myself a smack upside the head I did, when she thought I snatched it from her dresser!” Rickie laughs, clearly glad to have been vindicated.

“Well I’m sure she’ll be sorry when you bring it back to her, let her know I was the one who had it, not you.” You smile back warmly at him, but he’s already runnin’ out of the schoolhouse, callin’ another thanks and a goodbye behind him as he goes.

Only a moment or two before the last of your students are gone, is there a knock on the door.

He doesn’t wait for an answer before coming in anyway, and you look up with a frown to see who would be so rude as to invite themselves, until you recognize the sheriff and put a forced smile upon your face.

“Hello sheriff, how are you this fine evenin’?” You present yourself as politely as possible, as the man’s spurs clink while those heavy boots of his walk across your floors, trackin’ mud in from the outside with little care.

You didn’t like him, the sheriff. Didn’t like the way you caught him starin’ at you sometimes, didn’t like the way you caught him starin’ at the girls in your class. He was one of the oldest fellas in town, maybe three times your age. He’s starin’ at you now, eyein’ you up and down in a way that makes your skin crawl.

“I’m doin’ well honey, thank you.” The sheriff chews on some tobacco, a habit you can’t stand, before pointin’ out the door behind him and askin’ with a stern voice, “That boy wasn’t givin’ you any trouble, was he?”

“Rickie? No of course not, he’s a good kid.” You’re quick to reply, not wantin’ to cause any trouble for the young farmboy. You and the sheriff look at each other for a moment or two, before you grow more and more uncomfortable, busyin’ your hands with the worksheets that’ve been left on your desk to grade. You clear your throat, “Is -- has somethin’ happened?”

“Naw, I just wanted to come by and see ya before your night class starts.” The sheriff’s spurs clink clink clink over to the desk where he sits himself down, right on the wooden table-top.

“Well, here I am. Can I offer you somethin’ to drink? Coffee?” You try your best to be polite, hoping that one of your night students -- adults from the town who never got to go to school when they were young -- might show up and come to your rescue.

“Not tonight, thank you.” He replies, making you sigh out with relief against your better judgement. He doesn’t notice, instead you can feel his gaze on your chest, “But, if you’re free this friday evenin’, I’d love to take you up on that offer.”

“Oh...I see.” Bile rising up in the back of your throat, you shake your head and try to reject him as politely as possible, voice clipped yet firm as you move from around the desk to the chalk-board where you erase the children’s lesson and prepare for the adult’s. “Sheriff, I’m sorry but, I’m not quite interested in seein’ anyone at present.”

“And why’s that?” He doesn’t leave you alone, and you begin to panic with the way he’s steppin’ closer to you, knowin’ that if he traps you against the board, there won’t be a clear path to escape.

“Well it ain’t allowed for a woman to be datin’ while she’s a schoolteacher.” You explain, your voice starting to wobble.

Something about that makes him chuckle, somethin’ sinister, his blackened teeth from all that damn tobacco too close to your face when he grins.

“Must be awfully lonely,” Sheriff runs his hand up your arm, “Missin’ the comfort of a man at night.”

“It’s not.” Your body shudders in revolt, and you try to side step him, blood pounding in your ears, eyes wide in distress as you feel sweat bead up and trickle down the back of your thigh, “I appreciate your concern but -- ”

“Let me just get one kiss then.” He doesn’t let you go that easily, grabbing your arm harshly and dragging you over to one of the desks where he pushes you with a rough shove. His hand grips your cheek too hard, forcing your mouth to pucker as you fight him.

“Sheriff, I said no -- please get away from me -- I don’t -- don’t touch me!!” You knee him hard straight in the groin, your panicked scream alerting the adults who had thankfully, miraculously, decided to show up for evening class early.

“Miss (L/N)!” A couple of cattle ranchers kick the door open and run to your side, tugging you away from the sheriff who laughs loudly. You smell the stench of alcohol on him, realizing he’s drunk as all hell, and cling to the strong rancher, tears threatening to spill over your eyes.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch our teacher again!” One of the ranchers, a nice man named Francisco, holds you tightly, protectively. You always liked Francisco, he treated you like a daughter he never got to have. The other, Jedidiah, stands firmly next to you, so ready to lunge at the sheriff that you can’t help but feel immense gratitude towards them.

“Everythin’s just fine son, run along now.” The sheriff chuckles, but neither Francisco nor Jedidiah move a muscle.

“Sheriff I think you need to leave.” Mustering up as much of your courage as possible, you speak clearly, willing your voice not to shake as the safety of Francisco’s arms give you strength, “Class begins soon, I’m sorry.”

The ranchers stare the sheriff down, and he stares back, before noddin’ with a sick understandin’ that you reckon means this won’t be the last you see of him. Spittin’ his tobacco onto the floor, that same floor he sullied with the mud under his boots after the children had so lovingly cleaned it with you, the sheriff turned on his heel and left, pausin’ at the doorway for a moment to send you a dark, threatenin’ chuckle, “You will be.”

“Are you alright Miss (L/N)? Did he hurt you?” Jedidiah takes his cap off and kneels in front of you, tryin’ to appear as non-threatenin’ as possible. Francisco releases his hold on you, and checks you for any marks or signs of stress, but you just let out a shudderin’ breath and shake your head. You’re not sure which question that’s meant to answer, but they don’t press you.

“Who do we call when the sheriff’s the one acting out?” Francisco wonders aloud, and you feel like there’s lead in your belly, because he’s right.

The only way you’d likely be able to avoid the sheriff and his wrath would be to leave town altogether, and well, you couldn’t do that. Who would keep after the students then?

There wasn’t any trouble during the lesson that evening, much to your satisfaction. The later it got in the night, the more you felt relieved, surely if the sheriff was going to cause trouble, he would’ve done so by now. Your students can tell that there’s something off about you though, a few of them approachin’ you after the class was done, wonderin’ if there was anythin’ they could do.

In hindsight, you wonder how different your life would’ve been, had you asked to stay with one of them for the evening, or had you asked one of them to stay with you.

The chokin’ woke you up, before anythin’ else. Smoke, thick black plumes of it pouring out of the windows, the doors. Smoke in your lungs that had your body joltin’ up and out of the little bed up in the attic where you lived above the schoolhouse, had you rollin’ onto the floor in a panic.

“No!” You shout, as the heat of red orange yellow flames begins to lick up the walls, eatin’ away at the wood structure of the building, the whole thing two steps from bein’ a blazin’ bonfire out in the field, “Oh god, oh god no!”

Frantic, you run, mind going blank, trying to focus on grabbin’ the important things, only the important things; a photo of your family, the money out of the dresser, a copy of your favorite book. That was it, all you had that you could think to grab, before trying for the door.

The handle burns, and you scream, shaking the pain away from the blisteringly hot doorknob. You’re fucked, oh you’re so fucked, you think as you back up enough to barrel your way through the door, the wood shattering and splintering. The fire reached all the way up to the attic, there was nowhere you could escape. You could jump out the window, but you’d break your neck landin’ on the hard ground. Outside, someone yells, revelin’ in the way that you scream.

“If I can’t have you, ain’t nobody gets to have you, hear that? You hear that bitch?” The sheriff cackles tauntingly, and the fear of death drips icy cold down your back, compels you to run as fast as you can down the wooden rickety stairs, into the blaze.

If you can just get out, if only you can get out of this building, maybe you’ll survive, maybe you --“No!”

One of the stairs has shattered beneath your feet, your foot stomping straight through it, trapped. You cough and hack up the smoke, it’s stinging your eyes, it’s in your lungs, soot in your mouth, you can’t see, oh god it’s so hot, the flames are surrounding you, and your foot is stuck through the stairs.

“Please, please come on you’re strong enough for this, you have to be strong enough for this, come on.” You sob, willing yourself, yanking your foot out in harsh movements as the laughter screeches around you in a drunken stupor.

Eventually, in all your efforts, the structure of the stairs give away entirely, and you try to grab onto something as the floor falls beneath your feet, sending you crashing down into the classroom below. The fire’s taken everything here; the wallpaper, the tables and chairs, even the shiny apple that Wendy sat on your desk, all reduced to ash, cracking and spitting in the flames.

You’ve hit your head from the fall, you can’t move. Somethin’s pinned your legs, you can’t feel nothin’. At least there ain’t any smoke down here, all of it risin’ up up up through the building. The smoke pushes the bells, make them toll. You wonder if they’re callin’ the Reaper, tears slippin’ down your cheeks.

“All the books, oh the poor children.” You whisper, thinkin’ of them all, watchin’ as the textbooks singe to nothingness, knowin’ that soon your body will follow, “Who’s going to teach the children?”

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Kylo’s arm is around you, you realize, out there in the present. He’s stock-still, face gone pale, somber. He’s crying, you realize, jaw clenched tight, the muscle in his cheek flexing from the force of it. You’re crying too, wetness on your face. You watch as a tear plips into the rabbit stew, and you’re not entirely sure if it’s one of yours, or Kylo’s.

“The rest of the town came to my rescue, once the flames got so bright you could see ‘em from across the fields. They thought I was dead, when they found me.” You clear your throat, rememberin’ the details of the story that you had only found out after the fact, “I was covered in soot, breathed too much of it in, I wasn’t wakin’ up. I later found out that the sheriff didn’t let them give me a funeral, just told them to stick me in a coffin and gave me a shallow grave.”

Kylo remains quiet, but the arm around you tightens. You’re reminded of Francisco then, how he had protected you. You wonder where he is, what he’s doing. If he ever got to have a daughter.

“I was glad for that part at least, it wasn’t too hard to dig my way back out when I woke up. I must’ve only been there for a couple hours, the dirt wasn’t packed tight or nothin’, thankfully.” You sigh, not knowing when to stop, now knowin’ how to do any of this, how to be vulnerable like this. You ain’t had to be vulnerable in a long, long time.

“Must’ve been out of my mind, I had never thought about killin’ anyone before, you know. I was more angry about the loss of the school than I was for my own life, if you can believe. I hunted him down, the sheriff. He thought I was a ghost, and he hid from me. I found him in the end, doused him in kerosene and lit the sonofabitch on fire right on his front porch.”

You lean your head on Kylo’s shoulder, and ever so gently, he rests his cheek against you back.

“I was sixteen then, and “I’ve been burnin’ shit down to the ground ever since.” You whisper, voice almost lost by the trickle of the river as it flows down to Colorado.

“I’m sorry.” Kylo says, snuffling into your hair a little bit, holdin’ you close, a silent promise.

“It ain’t your fault.” You reply, fightin’ that sour feelin’ in the back of your throat, nudging your face a little closer into his neck.

“If I had been there, I would’ve helped you.” He says, even though you both know that there ain’t no changin’ the past.

“You’re here now.” You pull back enough to look at him, really look at him right in the eyes.

“Yeah, I am.” He nods.

You wonder, sometimes how life might’ve been different, but after all is said and done, this is the life you’ve got.

Kylo lies down then, one arm extended out from his body, an offer.

You don’t think twice about it, when you lay down next to him, your head usin’ that arm as a pillow. It wraps around your shoulder, tuggin’ you to Kylo’s chest, and for the first time in a long time, when you sleep, you don’t dream.

"I've always wished to be laid when I died

In a little churchyard on the green hillside

By my father's grave, there let me be,

O bury me not on the lone prairie."

"I wish to lie where a mother's prayer

And a sister's tear will mingle there.

Where friends can come and weep o'er me.

O bury me not on the lone prairie."

"For there's another whose tears will shed.

For the one who lies in a prairie bed.

It breaks me heart to think of her now,

She has curled these locks, she has kissed this brow."

"O bury me not..." And his voice failed there.

But they took no heed to his dying prayer.

In a narrow grave, just six by three

They buried him there on the lone prairie.

And the cowboys now as they roam the plain,

For they marked the spot where his bones were lain,

Fling a handful o' roses o'er his grave

With a prayer to God his soul to save.

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[direnightshade]

Adam mentioned in an interview a few years back that in addition to the Snickers commercial, he would like to play in a western. Who do you see as a sheriff or someone else in that setting with the authority he exudes?

Flip gives me sheriff vibes, but Kylo gives me outlaw vibes.

#Ask #emeraldsiren19 #Flip Zimmerman #Kylo Ren #Outlaw!Kylo #Sheriff!Flip

[waterlilyrose]

Can you do a Robin Hood AU? I’ve recently rewatched the Disney version haha. Bonus points if Rey’s the outlaw and Ben’s the hapless royalty ;)

Rey knew she shouldn’t do this. This was tantamount to suicide. But what was life without a little risk?

Rey’s day had been a shining success – her band of merry men had robbed the royal carriage. They had got everything down to the solid gold hubcaps. Rey had never suffered guilt for robbing the rich before. It was all business after all. And yet…

She had disguised herself as a fortune teller on the side of the road while Finn had got to work with liberating the sacks of gold from the carriage. She had expected to con the Sherrif of the First Order (Hux was a man who deserved to be robbed) but instead…

The Prince was tall with black hair and sensitive eyes. And he’d seemed genuinely taken in by her palm reading.

Such a big hand to read. So calloused. But weirdly gentle. Soft.

He’d seemed relieved when she told him of his illustrious future. And had blushed when she foresaw a make believe princess.

“My mother’s work of course.” He muttered looking dejected.

“A love match. She will adore you.”

“There is no such woman.”

“There is!” Rey insisted so convincingly that it undoubtedly helped her cover. “I’ve seen it.”

His eyes were hopeful and Rey had felt a flutter in her chest.

Rey grimaced at how upset he would have been when he realised she had been nothing but an actress.

Which was why she was here. One of the treasures taken was a necklace that belonged to the absent queen. Rey had no quarrel with Her Majesty and had been able to see that he felt a strange affection for his mother. It felt like the right thing to do to return it.

Now she had to leave the necklace somewhere it would be found without being seen herself.

The castle was quiet. The courtyard was patrolled. Maybe if she left it on the balcony? She could swing from a rope. Or maybe fire an arrow into the wall and use it to pull herself up the wall.

Or even better.

She wrapped the necklace in a sack and then fired an arrow with it attached. It landed on target.

Rey backed away into the trees as she saw movement. The tapestry was pulled back and the Prince appeared. He looked at the arrow with the package attached. When the necklace was revealed, he looked up and around.

Rey watched him look out at the courtyard as though hoping to see his benefactor.

Rey remained in the tree even when he had disappeared back into the castle.

#reylo #rey x ben #rey x kylo ren #robin hood au #disney robin hood au #rey is an outlaw #ben is the prince #writing prompt #ask prompt

[star-trekker-0013]

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Althea met the gaze of the man known as Kylo Ren. She had heard whispers about him, like how he led a group of outlaws known as the Knights of Ren. She had heard that he worked for a man in the East named Snoke, who wanted to control every town and bit of land here in the West. The west was all new territory, and Snoke was trying to control every part through railway hubs, businesses, and the like. There was no government or law out here. Places were still unsettled. The only thing people answered to was money, or even a lack of.

So when wanted posters for her sprung up across the territories, with her bounty increasing if both human and horse were brought in alive, she had to be even more careful where she went. Even if the bounty was from a personal donor and not from a law official, people would try to get her if they could.

Maybe in another life, she’d stand tall and even stand up to Kylo Ren. But even though a big crowd separated them, she knew he recognized her through her disguise.

So, she did the only thing she could do. Althea turned and walked away. When she stepped into a side alley, she bolted. Whistling for her horse, a white mare, covered in dust and mud from travel, ran up next to her. Althea jumped into the saddle and rode off into the desert.

Even if he did recognize her, she could at least get a head start. Thankfully, she always kept her pistol loaded.

#supremeleaderandprincekyloren #kylo ren #althea grace #althaea #western au

[ao3feed--reylo]

Tear Down My Walls (come build my kingdom)

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by AnonPenguin

Once an outlawed practice for its alleged abuse, a new law allows demihumans the opportunity to obtain Medical Scenting Cards after an exhaustive process with their doctor.

After months of failed options, Alpha Ben Solo finally obtains his own card to help arrange for "Scenting Sessions" with an Omega to help deal with his crippling social anxiety.

OR

Alpha Ben gets the equivalent of a medical marijuana card, except it's for Omega Rey to come and scent his bedsheets and home.

Words: 2996, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Ben Solo, Omega Rey (Star Wars), Social Anxiety, License to Scent, Explicit Sexual Content, Omegas/Alphas Scents Used As Therapy, Scenting, Knotting, Accidental Knotting, slick, They're very professional and they don't fuck until they do, Touch-Starved

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequel Trilogy #Reylo #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #AO3 #ne

[ronni-right]

No Heart For Me But Yours

By AnneAnna

Eighteen year old Miss Aurelia Palpatine is engaged to Lord Ben Solo, the finest catch of the season and they are utterly in love. Weeks before the wedding, a terrible accident happens and Ben is found dead with tremendous amounts of scandal and debt attached to him, ruining Aurelia’s reputation. Pregnant with twins, she flees to America, and reinvents herself as Dr. Rey Solo, taking her fiance’s name and his mother’s inheritance and attending medical school. She opens up a practice on the plains of Oklahoma, treating the poor and rich alike. But when the notorious outlaw Kylo Ren shows up practically dead on her doorstep, Rey is forced to confront her past and make decisions about her future with a man she had thought she had lost forever.

#reylo ao3 #reylo manip #reylo fandom #reylo #reylo is canon #adam driver #daisy ridley #kylo ren #ben solo #rey palpatine #rey kenobi #star wars sequals #star wars #ronni right's moodboards