#rose tico drabble

[swsapphics-ao3feed]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jannah/Rose Tico Characters: Jannah (Star Wars), Rose Tico Additional Tags: Femslash, Pre-Relationship, Slow Burn, Pining, Fluff, Dorks in Love, Post-Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, Mechanic Rose Tico, Mechanic Jannah, Mentioned Finn (Star Wars), swfsf2024, Femslash February, Femslash February 2024, Drabble, Rare Pairings Series: Part 14 of Femslash February 2024, Part 14 of Star Wars Femslash, Part 13 of Star Wars Rare Pairs, Part 11 of Star Wars Drabbles Summary:

Jannah has the biggest "nerdy" crush on Rose.

[dhr-ao3]

Destiny Dossier

Destiny Dossier https://ift.tt/HpdmXAU by KoreMakaria Welcome to Destiny Dossier A collection of stories from multiple fandoms mainly Potterverse and Star Wars with the occasional original works. In here you will find Twitter ficlets, short stories, prompts, drabbles, and random writings when this author feels especially inspired. Storytelling binds us together. I'm sharing mine and perhaps you'll share yours too. Because the great Maya Angelou once said that “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” Happy Storytelling! Words: 1365, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Relationships: Armitage Hux/Rose Tico, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, medieval setting, Magic, Fae & Fairies via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/eqsK68L November 04, 2024 at 05:58AM

[primasveraas-writing]

46 for Rey x Rose I need it like I need oxygen thank you 🙏🙏🙏

46)  A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

“You’re all set?” Rey nods to the last of the crates outside the Falcon. Rose follows her gaze, then shrugs.

“We’ll be ready to leave in a few minutes,” she says, voice quieting. 

“Be safe,” Rey’s words catch in her throat, and Rose looks up at her, tears welling in her eyes.

“I will,” she promises, and Rey looks away again, unable to face her lover or the reality that awaits them both. Rose’s heart breaks at the sight, so she steps closer to the other woman, cupping the back of Rey’s neck, bending her to Rose’s height.

“I’ll be safe, Rey,” Rose says again, and Rey takes a shuddering breath but nods, dipping down to meet Rose’s lips. Their first contact is brief, but Rose stands on her toes to kiss her again. This time, she lingers, arms wrapped around Rey’s neck. Their bodies are pulled together, Rey leaning into Rose’s touch. They breathe each other in, moving in tandem, swaying slightly. When Rose begins to separate, Rey tugs her close again, leaving several more chaste kisses on her lips. Rose’s face is cupped in Rey’s hands, and neither want to let go.

Send me a pairing and a kissing prompt

[stuffedeggplants]

Memory - Double Drabble

“This isn’t something you get taught in tech school,” the man began. “But you’ll want to connect that to the alternate subcircuit.” He gestured over her shoulder. “If the main power routes are compromised, you’ll still be able to fire the escape pods— get your people out in time...”

“Huh, thanks for the tip!” She grunted with effort as she wrestled with a particularly stubborn fitting, neck craned around steam piping.

“Don’t mention it,” he said. “It’s just another design flaw that Shit’s Fucked Sys—uh, Sienar Fleet Systems—never came clean about.”

She’d have laughed if she weren’t expending most of her energy on elbow grease for a component in desperate need of actual lubricant.

“Have you worked on this kind of ship before then?”

“Yeah,” the man laughed. “You could say I did.”

“Well, we’re glad to have you aboard! I’m Rose, by the way. Just Rose—we’re not big on rank or ceremony here. What’s your original unit?”

“104th.”

“Hm… haven’t heard of you guys.” Rose knit her eyebrows in confusion and turned around, slowly extracting herself from the access point. “Are you from—”

Then she stopped, the deserted passageway snatching the breath from her chest.

[gmariam19]

Flufftober Day 11

Really skirting the edges of the prompt here. Not really love, not really notes, and maybe not that fluffy. But I do like it. :)

(Also, AO3 tells me it's 500 words but everything else tells me it's a few more. Ugh.)

Day 11 - Love Notes

She finds the first starbird outside the door to her bunk several months after the Battle of Crait. Returning from a difficult mission, Rose stumbles to her quarters half asleep and almost misses it. But the orange paper catches her eye as she steps over the threshold, and she leans down to pick it up before letting the door shut behind her. It’s folded paper in the Hosnian style, and Rose smiles as she sets the starbird on a shelf. She doesn’t know who left it, but she appreciates it. It gives her hope, and she sleeps better for it.

.

She finds another a week later, and another. Different colors, different sizes, all intricately folded in the shape of a starbird. The first ones are somewhat uneven, but as the weeks go by and Rose’s collection grows, so too does the quality. The folds become more precise, more beautiful, even the smallest ones.

But Rose’s favorite is still that first orange starbird.

.

She wonders who they’re from, of course she does. Whoever leaves them—by the door, in a book, under her toolbox —is someone caring and compassionate, with a strong sense of commitment. She’s not sure who it is, but she’s glad they do it. Each starbird reminds her of why she’s there.

.

Poe notices them one day as they stop by Rose’s bunk to pick up some tools. He doesn’t say anything, but smiles at them, and Rose wonders if Poe knows something. Or if maybe he has his own collection from the same mysterious benefactor.

She finds a blue starbird under her door, carries it to the mess hall later that day. Rey sits down and asks about it. Rose tells her, though she doesn’t mention the others she’s collected.

“I have a butterfly,” Rey says. “Poe gave it to me.”

Which means Poe Dameron knows how to fold paper.

.

Rose is one short of a hundred starbirds by the time they fly out to Exegol. Before they leave, she gathers them in a small box and sets them by Rey’s station. They are important to her now, and she leaves a note for Rey to pass them on.

She notices the folded butterfly and hopes she lives to learn who made her beautiful birds.

.

She finds a black starbird when they return. She carries it in her pocket, touches it every time she thinks about someone they lost. Like Leia. Or Snap. Or Paige.

.

They stop coming after that, and Rose misses them. She finds some paper and tries to fold her own, but it’s more challenging than she expected, even for an engineer. Until Poe sits down next to her, takes the paper from her hands, and folds it into a perfect starbird.

Rose stares at it, at Poe. Who nods and starts to leave, until Rose grabs his hand, pulls him back.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, throwing her arms around his neck. “For giving me hope.”

“Thank you,” he replies. “For giving us strength.”

[girl-among-mts]

Matchmaker, Matchmaker

“Would you stop your damn fidgeting?”

Rose glanced over at Poe, who snapped back to attention at Leia’s stern words.

“Sorry. I’m just,” Poe stretched his neck and cleared his throat. “I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

“Oh hush,” Leia admonished, waving one ringed hand idly in the air, the other wrapped around the head of her cane. “Palpatine is dead. Agreeing to this treaty is a perfectly good idea.”

Poe gave a small start. “With the First Order? With him?!”

“He did save your life,” Rose muttered, watching the turbo-lift count up as the three ascended.

Poe shot her a dark look over Leia’s head, holding up a finger.

“Once! He saved our lives once! Every other time he tried to kill us. Kill you!”

“If you two don’t stop bickering I’ll send both of you back to the ship,” the old General muttered, silencing the pair.

Rose screwed her mouth shut, even if she were dying to let off some nervous energy by giving Poe a bit of lip.

Still, she didn’t want to cross the General. They’d all been through quite a lot the past few days, but Leia especially; her son and Rey having disappeared after the final battle.

Palpatine was defeated, that was true, but the First Order remained even if it were half in ruin after Exegol and all the in-fighting. Brokering peace between the New Alliance and the recently self-appointed Grand Marshal was certainly prudent, but it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park.

As the turbo-lift closed in on their destination, Rose sort of wished Leia would send her back to the ship. She wasn’t too thrilled at the idea of seeing General Hux again, even if he had been their spy.

He’d ferried intel over to her for months, with no idea it was the woman who’d bit him on the other end of the communique. He’d been their enemy, but keeping him in the dark still sorta felt like unfair deception.

Rose shifted her weight slightly, trying to quell her nerves.

Beside her, Leia could feel the jittery energy radiating off the young woman through the Force, similar but distinctly different than how her second-in-command was feeling. Poe was wary, itching for a fight; uneasy at the situation. Rose was all nervous anticipation.

Leia mentally patted herself on the back for bringing the young woman along.

Oh yes, she’d heard the stories. Heard all about how Rose had bitten the much-feared new leader of the First Order. She’d nearly choked on her tea from laughing so hard.

Now, Leia hoped seeing her again would throw off Hux’s game. Make him easier to read.

Just a friendly bit of psychological warfare, Leia thought, shooting Rose an enigmatic, tight-lipped smile as the lift came to a stop.

The doors parted with a pneumatic hiss revealing the austere meeting room beyond: dark table and chairs rimmed in silver.

Rather overly dramatic, the old General thought with a roll of her eyes, cane tapping against the durasteel floor as she stepped over the threshold.

“Ah, General,” came a smug, Imperial voice from across the room. “How good of you to come.”

Leia raised a bored eyebrow toward the other end of the long, sleek conference table.

Newly-minted Grand Marshal Hux stood at parade rest, flanked by his two most loyal officers.

He looked pale, haggard, no doubt the hangover that came with staging a coup.

She expected the man’s self-satisfied aura to ooze off him about as thick and as black as tar, but she was surprised to find his emotions under strict control, despite how easily he let his distaste play across his face.

Perhaps he’d learned a thing or two, having survived in her son’s shadow for so long.

“Wouldn’t be a good negotiator if I hadn't,” Leia shot back, pulling out one of the dreadfully uncomfortable-looking chairs with the end of her cane and plopping down to sit. Hux’s lip curled at her lack of decorum. Leia noticed the spike in ire, deciding to prod at it a bit further.

“You’ll pardon an old woman’s aching feet, won’t you?” she muttered, propping her legs up on an adjacent chair and sighing contentedly smacking her lips as she slumped back.

She watched intently as Hux sniffed in distaste, studying his muted emotions that bubbled occasionally to the surface before roiling under.

The man was as tightly wound as a timing belt.

Standing to her side, Poe was much less controlled when it came to his anger and mistrust, his emotions white-hot and roiling. Distaste emanated from the Grand Marshal as he gave the pilot a brief once-over, his cold eyes flashing in anger.

Well, Leia thought with no small amount of exasperation, that was going to pose a problem. She’d been counting on naming Poe her liaison between the New Alliance and the First Order. Cooperation to fix the crumbling galaxy would be a rather tough sell if the men wanted to murder each other.

And then Hux’s attention settled on Rose, and all his carefully buttoned-up control evaporated in an instant.

“What in the hell is she doing here?” he snarled, thrusting a gloved finger in Rose’s direction.

The young woman bristled.

“Hey! You better watch where you point that thing before it gets bitten off!”

Hux spluttered and gaped at her, expression contorting into incredulous ire.

“You- you-!”

Rose planted her hip, arms crossed. “Me what, exactly?”

Leia let out a low chuckle, scarcely believing her plan would work this well. Hux’s emotions were off the charts: annoyance, fury, embarrassment, and... something else.

Leia tried to get a grasp on the torrent rolling off them both.

Was it... intrigue?

Or... was that Rose?

The young engineer was obviously no fan of the Grand Marshal, but there was some undercurrent there.

Stars, Leia thought with startled wonder, watching the pair volley barbs back and forth. They were enjoying this.

Eventually, the old General cut in, clearing her throat.

“Rose," she said, as if it were her plan all along, "is my Ambassador to the First Order.”

The entire room fell silent.

Rose turned slowly toward her in open-mouthed shock.

“I’m... what?”

“Impossible” Hux barked, hands curled into fists, face flushed and looking quite like a petulance child. “That- that simply cannot work!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Leia said, looking between the two and giving them both a slanted smile. “Seems to be working out well so far.”

[broadwaybaggins]

Winter prompt: Rey and Rose, mittens

(Consider this a continuation to my previous SW drabble, found here!)

“You should take these.”

Rey is startled, blinking so the blurred snowflakes falling in front of her suddenly appear sharp and clear in her vision. It takes her a moment to realize that it is Rose speaking to her, and another minute to place the object that she’s holding out expectantly, waiting for Rey to take. She blinks again at the pair of thick leather gloves, outstretched on Rose’s palm.

“What?” she asks, her voice hoarse. She’s not sure how long she’s been out here, staring into space, but she dimly realizes that her hands and feet have gone somewhere past numb, sending tingles of pins and needles throughout her body every time she moves.

“They’ll help, I promise. They’ll make you feel better.” Rose’s whole being seems to sag a bit, and she slumps down in the snow next to Rey. “About the cold, that is. Not about everything else. But you better put them on, quick, before your hands fall off.”

“They can do that?” Rey asks, more to herself than Rose. She looks down at her skin, gone red with white at the edges, and gingerly takes one of the gloves. Instant warmth surrounds her, so soothing that it’s almost painful. “Oh! Those are nice.”

Rose falls silent for a second, and when she speaks, her voice is far away. “They belonged to my sister.”

Instantly Rey feels half a dozen things at once, guilt and shame and sorrow for someone she never got to meet, but whose fate she feels responsible for somehow. She quickly goes to strip off the gloves, and Rose frowns at her in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“I shouldn’t--they were--I shouldn’t take them. They were your sister’s, I can’t...”

“Rey, I’m giving them to you.”

“You should keep them. I don’t--” she cuts herself off harshly for a moment, shaking her head and blinking back a stubborn tear. She clears her throat and tries again. “I don’t have a family, but I know how important these must mean to you. You should have them.”

She can’t quite read the look on Rose’s face, but her eyes are kind as she looks up at Rey. “Paige would want them to go to someone who can use them. She’d say you need them more than she does” She gently places her hand on top of Rey’s, tentative at first like she’s afraid that Rey will pull away. “I’m giving them to you because that’s what she would do.”

“Thank you,” Rey says, her voice soft and hiding the slightest bit of a tremble. 

“No problem. Just don’t stay out here too long, okay? No one wants to explain to General Organa that her Jedi got frozen.” Rose stands up, brushing snow off of herself, and turns to go. She only gets a few steps away before she stops, turning back to consider Rey thoughtfully.

“And you’re wrong, you know,” she tells Rey in a matter-of-fact tone. “About not having a family. You might not have had one before, but I promise, you’ve got one now. You have the Resistance. You have us.”

[kat8porgs]

spoilers scroll fast

This isn’t really much of anything, just me trying to get into a SW groove, I may expand this with other scenes and see what falls out of it.

“One thing I can be grateful for,” Poe said when Rose entered his cubby-hole, “is that the republic was not centralized.”

There are a dozen different flimsies in front of him and twice as many screens. The flimsies are print-outs, transcripts of a variety of communications. Some of them are requests and to-do lists, some of them are demands, some of them are just lists of available supplies. Some of them were delivered by hand, pilots from worlds where communication had been cut off by the First Order. Others had come in during the brief moment of celebration they had indulged in after the destruction of the Final Order (and Poe could not get over how pretentious that whole thing was, from the stories he has heard about the Empire overblown and pretentious were Palpatine’s ‘thing’). Some of the transcripts are from ‘I must speak to General Organa IMMEDIATELY’ communiques that came in while Poe grabbed an hour of sleep.

He was not sure who stood outside his room to keep people from bothering him but he will make sure to get them a fruit basket.

“It does make rebuilding easier,” Rose slid another pile of flimsies onto the over-crowded table and then slid herself into the chair across from him, “if communication harder.”

He looked at the stack of information and pressed his face into his hands. “Uggggggggggh. Please tell me those are lists of supplies. Bacta. Notes from a medical transport happy to take on new patients.” He looked between the shadow of his fingers and found, to his unsurprised, that Rose shook her head.

“These,” Rose motioned to the top third, “are from Senators who want to know the safest place to convene a new Senate, half of which are demanding we safeguard their passage and the other hand requesting we protect them while they meet.” She motioned to the middle third, “these are requests for aid, ranked in order of desperation, and these are…” she frowned at the bottom third, “well, either the translation matrix is on the fritz, they are in code, or the signals got garbled.”

He moved his fingers back together and took a deep breath.

Then he took another one.

“Okay.” He sighed and leaned back in his seat. “So. Uh, time to allocate a lot of this. Allocate? No, uh, divest. Delegate, that’s it.”

He pulled the top third away from the stack and moved it towards the stack he already had from the remnants of New Republic governments (what would they call this New New Republic? The Newer Republic? The Second Age of the New Republic? Not his job.) and pushed it towards her. “Can you ask…” he paused, “is Calrissian still around?”

“He and,” the engineer paused, “Janara?”

Poe nodded.

A slight smile flickered on Rose’s lips, “Janara, right, they were talking about helping her and her friends find their families.” Her eyes flickered up and down the pile of flimsies, as quickly done as her smile. “He might not want to take those on.”

“If he doesn’t, I’ll ask…” he paused, “Chewie next.”

This time the flickering smile was a grin, it stayed a little longer and when it died the world was darker for it.

“I think Chewie would be better to ask first.” She said and it was Poe’s turn to grin.

“Chewbacca it is, then. You know, I should probably give him a rank.”

The two of them stared at each other. Slowly, Rose’s forehead furrowed and her eyebrows drew together.

“…does he not… have a rank…?” Rose questioned, as slowly as the realization had dawned on the two of them. “But he was such a crucial part of the first rebellion.”

It was a question that he had no answers for, he shrugged instead. Half of the original Rebels had ended up as generals or admirals by the time the Empire was destroyed simply because they had survived it. The other half had been promoted to a rank they suited and then forgotten there.

“Maybe it’s a Wookie thing?” Poe took a shot in the dark. “I’ll ask him. Uh, when I ask him to take these.”

“And these?” Rose motioned to the other items that covered the desk.

“The calls for aid go to Lt. Connix,” he sorted those out, “supply lists go to…” he paused, “Commander D’Acy?”

He still was unsure if she had forgiven him for the whole ‘mutiny’ thing. Leia had but D’acy he was unsure of.

“I can take the supply lists.” Rose volunteered, “Commander D’acy should take calls for aid and Lt. Connix is the one best suited to make out whether those are code,” she nodded at the final stack of flimsies, “or space trash.”

She paused for breath, the nodded at him, “You will, however, have to make the final decision on things. Sir. Just not, maybe, the immediate decisions.”

He bit back the complaint that immediate decisions were the only kind he was good at. They meant no second guessing, no complaints, no glances traded between people who thought they could do better. Still, he nodded, began to hand the stack Rose had requested over and paused.

“…wait.” He glanced at the senatorial dispatches they were going to place in Chewbacca’s hands and then looked, very hard at Rose. Rose blinked at him, briefly unsure. “Rose. Do you have…”

Her gaze darted to the stack he meant for Chewie, to the flimsies in his hands, and then finally back to his face. Dawning understanding warred with dawning horror.

“..a rank?” He finished, paused, took a breath. “I mean ‘head of the engineering corps’ is sort of a rank-”

“Oh no.”

“But I really feel,” he continued, “that you could join-”

“Stop now.”

“Finn and I as-”

“This is painful.”

“Generals.”

She let out a gusty sigh. “Done now?”

He nodded.

“Seeing as I have never, ever held rank,” her fingers twitched, he was pretty sure it was an urge to grab a stun baton that no longer hung at her waist, “and the time for battlefield promotions are over,” she gave him a significant look, the kind that said ‘people are going to begin questioning your choices if you promote all of your friends’, “asking me to be a general is-”

“Commander.” He interrupted, rude he knew, “Commander of the Engineering Corps. Half of them have some rank or another, right? I mean, we scrounged up anyone with a service record after the Hosnian attack. And that was after the Resistance was formed from a handful of people from different forces who thought the First Order was up to no good.”

Mutinous words danced on the tip of Rose’s tongue, he could see them in her eyes.

Or maybe he was reading into things, both of them were tired after all and he did not know Rose as much as he would have liked.

“You’re a lot better at this,” he motioned at the desk, “than I am. Clearly. So, just let me make you a commander,” for now, he did not say, “so delegating to you doesn’t ruffle feathers, okay?”

If they had to send someone to the Senate, he’d definitely send Chewbacca. Rose was a close second. Lando Calrissian, though a childhood hero, would have to be third.

(Finn and Rey, much as he loved them, were really, really not politicians. And that was fine. That was fine.)

Mutinous words were swallowed back and he watched as Rose took a deep breath and let it out. “Commander is… fine. I suppose.” She took yet another calming breath and let it out. “That being said, you should probably delegate some of this,” she motioned at the desk as he had, “to Finn. Since he is your ‘co-general’.”

“Finn,” Poe nodded towards the corner of his desk, “gets to help me sift through the prisoner of war stuff. We’ve suddenly got… a lot of those on our hands.”

“I don’t envy him,” Rose nodded at him, “General.”

He did not bother to mention that in a proper military she would have waited to be dismissed. The Resistance had never managed to be proper. “Commander, you’re dismissed, go… do things.”

She did not laugh when she slipped out his door but it was a near thing.

[dantesfreezer]

100 Letters

A collection of Reylo force bond drabbles.

1st Letter

The new resistance hideout wasn’t exactly in an ideal location. They were far out in the Outer Rim territories, constantly zig-zagging away from the First Order. The old rebellion base was an underground maze of tunnels, dimly lit after the years of abandonment. Hopefully they would relocate soon, Rey thought, heading towards her room. She was honestly tired of the winding hallways at this point.

She turned the corner and spotted a dark figure outside her room’s door down the hall. As she approached, she realized it was Finn. She smiled, and shouted his name. He turned, waving at her. “Hey!” He started, clearly he’d been waiting to tell her something. “You know how we were talking about that shielding flaw earlier?” Finn asked as Rey finally stopped in front of him.

“With the TIE fighters? Yes, I remember,” She nodded her head. They’d been trying to study weaknesses in the First Order’s fighter ships for a while. With Finn and Poe’s help they’d come closer to constructing better evasion techniques. She nibbled her lip in thought as she considered their latest defensive tactics. “Well I was talking with Poe earlier-”

“It’s you,” The sudden, deep voice to her right made her neck turn too fast. And there, in the dimly lit corridor of their base, stood Kylo Ren. Her heart dropped before realizing it was their force connection, and not him actually standing there. 

“-Rey?” She faintly registered Finn’s voice questioning her odd movement. It was hard to contain her surprise however, even knowing Finn couldn’t see the man. It had been many weeks since Crait. Not that she’d been counting. She swallowed and turned back to face Finn. 

“Finn,” she started slowly, jaw working as she tried to come up with an excuse to postpone their conversation. “I’m sorry, I just realized-”

“Finn?” She heard a huff of annoyance from her right.

“I forgot something-” She fought for an idea, anything, that could get her away. “In the command room.” Stupid, stupid excuse, she thought, mentally shaking her head. She turned and hurried away from Finn, who’d been aptly confused by the change in her demeanor. She could hear his question about continuing their discussion later, and she nodded her head.

She rounded another corner of this long, ridiculous maze, before spinning on her heel again. And there he was, somehow, still. His arms crossed, he took a step closer towards her, and she looked up at his face. The face she hadn’t seen in-

“Why now?” He asked, but whether it was to her or himself she couldn’t deduce. “I could ask you the same,” She replied rather lamely. “All this time, and you suddenly show up out of nowhere-” 

“You think I did this?” He scoffed outrageously. “You- you’re the one who closed our bond for so long.” She furrowed her eyebrows at his accusation. “I did no such thing.” She argued, mimicking him and crossing her arms. All this time, and he insinuates she had something to do with their force bond not opening. Ridiculous.

“No? Was it not you who-”

“I refuse to have this discussion right now.” Rey huffed, shaking her head. 

“Where are you?” He asked, lowering his tone to almost a whisper. She glanced up at his eyes, caught in the emotions displayed there. He looked-

“I can’t answer that.” She replied softly, her throat suddenly feeling dry. And then, his black gloved hand was suddenly on her shoulder, and her eyes darted between the appendage and his face.

“Please don’t go away,” He murmured. She could feel the ghost of his thumb pressing into her skin, and her breathing went shallow.

“Rey?” She heard a feminine voice call from behind her, and quickly turned away from Kylo to see Rose. “Rose, hey,” She breathed out, giving a slightly nervous smile. She looked back over her shoulder- but there was no one there. Just another empty hallway.

She swore it wasn’t his disappearance that left her feeling so hollow.

[lariren-shadow]

CONGRATULATIONS~~~ now Reylo AND Finnrose with GASP Rose and Kylo bonding and Finn and Rey staring in confusion and horror~~~

Thank you <3

This was not going as planned.  To be fair it was going better than planned but really neither Finn nor Rey thought their significant others would take to each other so easily.  

“I have some modifications for hyperspeed-”

“I’ve seen so many that won’t work,” Rose interrupted Kylo, not caring that, with others, this could lead to bodily harm.  “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“I’ll have you know I learned from some of the best mechanics in the galaxy,” Kylo said, pointing a finger at her.

“There have been better ones that are not related to you.”

Finn and Rey held their breath.  Rose had done it, she brought up his family.

Kylo smirked.  “Fair point.”

They both slumped in their seat.  “Did you think this would happen?”  Finn asked Rey as they watched the argument progress.

“I’m just happy we got through a mention of his family without bloodshed.”

“Yeah.  So, you think they can get along?”

Rey looked at her boyfriend and her best friend’s girlfriend.  “I think the Resistance is not prepared for their friendship.  Every single ship will be able to out run literally anything in a week.”

[captaingondolin]

for the first time i’m thinking past tomorrow

Finn knows one thing for sure and it is that he's not going to die wearing a filthy First Order uniform. Well, not technically filthy: they did steal them from the laundry room. But it smells of the same standard detergent they use for everything, it smells of barracks sheets and hiding your face in the pillow until you almost can't breathe so you don't think that tomorrow will be the same as today. And he is not going to die on his knees in front of Phasma. Rose is yelling at the filthy traitor and he's at least glad for her voice, defiant to the last. The voice of a friend, something more precious than all the credits in the galaxy.

Finn wants to see Rey again. He wants to see Poe. Poe is a fighter, but he's been the first person to make Finn think about having a long life, about growing fond and building something and then growing old. There aren't any old Stormtroopers.

But then the Finalizer rumbles and creaks like a dying beast, the floor shifts, lights flashes and Finn is not dead. Finn is a smart man and he knows that miracles don't just happen. They are manufactured, created by bravery and someone's blood. Finn doesn't believe that merit has anything to do with it. He doesn't deserve this chance any more than anyone else, and he might well be next, but if that's the case, then he's going down with a fight. He sends out a thought for whoever brought them this chance and rises up. He will have time later to learn about Holdo and to put a face to the word bravery every time he thinks it in his mind.

He will have time later, but he has none now, because the now is just for fighting.

[reylowriting]

A short Chapter 5 update on Dancing! Hope you all enjoy xoxo

Chapters: 5/9 Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Rey & Ben Solo, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey, Finn & Rose Tico Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Rose Tico, Armitage Hux, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Fluff, Cuddly Reylo, Sleepy Cuddles, Flashbacks, Leia is here because she's in my heart ok?, I love Finn and Rose forever, Reylo - Freeform, Canon Compliant, Canon Continuation

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"Draw."

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/GMiJE8K

by WarmheartedSlut

"Rey giggled breathily; she felt red from the absurdity of being laid out for an artist to sketch. Careful charcoal marks had yet to capture the beauty of the naked model, and Ben wouldn't move past the detailed knee until he was satisfied."

The one where an ad for an art model went differently than Ben or Rey expected. Prompt Fic for @dayreyloprompts who are now on Twitter.

Words: 776, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Daily Reylo Prompt Series

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo, Rey (Star Wars)

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo

Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Art, Strangers, Nude Modeling, Naked Female Clothed Male, Awkward Sexual Situations, Artist Ben Solo, Model Rey (Star Wars), Feelings, wet, mention of marking, Jump To The Future, Devoted Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, reylo family, No Sex, Fluff and Crack, Mention of Rose Tico - Freeform, Titanic Drawing Vibe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Almost Wholesome Even, Tags Are Hard, Not Beta Read, Prompt Fic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/GMiJE8K

[that-wimpy-cowboy-doll]

Abecedarian Drabble Prompts

Hey, friends! I’ve never done this exactly before, but to play with form and flex those writing muscles, I’m starting a prompt list like I’ve seen so many of my talented friends do before!  So if you’re interested, feel free to reach out in my asks for a prompt below.  Drabbles to be posted to AO3.  Ships I’m open to will be under the cut.

After

Asteroid

Again

Blink

Brilliance

Clearly

Contained

Can’t

Define

Dissolve

Dead

Every

End

Especially

Fix

Firm

Great

Genetic

Give

Hold

Hunger

Home

If

Interrupt

Ice

Just

Jerky

Joking

Keychain

Lime

Loop-de-loop

Magnolias

Never

Oval

Pressed

Quartet

Regret

Scented

Staircase

Threshold

Underwater

Unspoken

Violet

Wheat

XOXO

Wheat

Yellow

Yesterday

Zoo

Zombie

Will Write

MCU and Marvel Properties

Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers

Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes

Darcy Lewis/Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson

Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson

Luke Cage/Jessica Jones

Luke Cage/Jessica Jones/Claire Temple

Karen Page/Frank Castle

Darcy Lewis/Karen Page/Frank Castle

Darcy Lewis/Wanda Maximoff

Darcy Lewis/Joaquín Torres

Darcy Lewis/Carol Danvers

Darcy Lewis/Monica Rambeau/Jimmy Woo

Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau

Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton

Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis

Bucky Barnes/Wanda Maximoff

Valkyrie|Brunnhilde/Darcy Lewis

Darcy Lewis/Pietro Maximoff

Darcy Lewis/Matt Murdock

Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios

Frank Castle/Jessica Jones/Karen Page

Steve Rogers/Ava Starr

Valkyrie|Brunnhilde/Carol Danvers

Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop

Nebula/Mantis

Nebula/Kraglin Obfonteri

Penny Dreadful

Vanessa Ives/Ethan Chandler

Vanessa Ives/John Clare

Vanessa Ives/Catriona Hartdegan

Vanessa Ives/Catriona Hartdegan/Ethan Chandler

Brona Croft/Ethan Chandler

Brona Croft/Ethan Chandler/Dorian Gray

Star Wars

Finn/Rey/Poe Dameron

Finn/Rey

Finn/Poe Dameron

Poe Dameron/Rey

Poe Dameron/Kaydel Ko Connix

Rose Tico/Kaydel Ko Connix

Rose Tico/Jannah

Fennec Shand/Cobb Vanth

Fennec Shand/Bo-Katan Kryze

Fennec Shand/Bo-Katan Kryze/Cobb Vanth

Din Djarin/Omera

Stranger Things

Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley/Vickie

Lucas Sinclair/Max Mayfield

Will Byers/A Nice Day or Cute DM

Clerks/Askewniverse

Randal Graves/Gemma Martinez (OC)

Gwen Turner/Dante Hicks

Becky Scott/Dante Hicks

Crossover

Darcy Lewis (MCU)/Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Darcy Lewis (MCU)/Victor Frankenstein (Penny Dreadful)

Darcy Lewis (MCU)/Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Jane Foster (MCU)/Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Darcy Lewis (MCU)/Johanna Constantine (The Sandman)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rey/Rose Tico Characters: Rose Tico, Rey (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Drabble, Established Relationship, Inappropriate Use of the Force Summary:

Rose thinks it's amazing that Rey can float.