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[itsdanyskywalker]

be with me

the post-tros fix-it fic i promised

@nad-vaa, @ohmygeespoilers, @southsidestory

While the Final Order falls to pieces above them, Ben and Rey stumble out to Luke’s TIE fighter, both impossibly weak. He’d given her part of his life force to bring her back, and they’re both battered and bruised besides. His ankle twisted on the fall down the pit, and he leans heavily on her shoulders, his steps slow and mincing. 

Black spots swim at the edges of Rey’s vision, and when Ben is seated, he pulls her between his legs, her back to his chest. He reaches over to set the coordinates.

“Where are we going?” she asks, her eyes closing as her head tucks under his chin.

He says something, but she’s so tired that all fades to a warm and comfortable black.

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[itsdanyskywalker]

First of all, I’d like to thank the creators in our fandom for every word written and every piece of art drawn. You’ve helped us heal and you’ve inspired us to dream of a better, kinder world for our beloved characters. 

Without further ado, here are (some) Fix-It Fics to help soothe the burn left by TROS. This list is a work in progress, so feel free to send in or reply with your recommendations. Happy reading!

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I’ll come back for you, sweetheart. I promise.

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prompt: leia walks in on the force bond (post tlj) ?

Hope ya like it! Mild nsfw. 

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They often lost themselves to the bond which spanned the parsecs between them. It was almost impossible not to, when it connected them it created a confusing mesh of sight, each environment bleeding into the other as sound was voided. Voices echoed softly as the rest of reality fell deathly silent.  

Rey had given up on fighting only weeks after Crait. Upon scouring the sacred texts she found nothing on Force bonds or how to break them. 

Perhaps she had become resigned to her fate to always be connected to the scourge of the galaxy. Perhaps she had become complacent when she should have fought harder to separate herself. Perhaps she allowed herself to become a traitor. 

It was so easy to fall into his arms. Kylo understood her so intimately, he knew her fear, and it was akin to his own. Their goals may have been opposed. But their needs? Those were achingly aligned. Maybe it made her just as bad as him to give in like she did. 

As his lips brushed along the cut of her jaw, she decided she didn’t care. The bond became confusing when they touched, they were both in the bowels of the Resistance compound and in the sterile white of his minimalist quarters. But it was easy to ignore with his lips under hers. 

She had gotten good at this kissing thing. So had he. Kylo hovered over her, her back pressed flat to his bed, her bed, both at once. Broad hands spanned her waist, one slid up to cup her breast through her clothes and she gave a quiet moan. 

His name slipped past her lips, the one that only she was permitted to speak, as though it were secret, “Ben.” 

“Rey,” He hummed lacing their fingers and pinning her hands over her head. His dark eyes glittered with affection. 

They kissed again, and Ben dropped one hand to play at the buckle of her belt. Rey melted into him, moaning against his mouth in soft encouragement. She had learned in the previous months that there were few greater pleasures that sex with her bondmate. She longed for the escape their joining provided. 

“Someday…” he whispered when they parted, breathless, “…someday it’ll be for real, not through the bond.” 

It was beautiful sentiment, a seductive lie which Rey gave in to for the sake of the moment. But she was never given the chance to agree. The door to her quarters hissed open, lock overridden from the outside. Only one person on the base had that authority. Ben jumped back and Rey scrambled upward on the bed, between them the bond pulsed then sputtered out painfully. 

Rey felt Ben’s absence instantly, but there wasn’t time to contend with the ache in her chest when General Leia Organa stood backlit in the doorway. The older woman wavered at the threshold, groping the durasteel door frame as though it were anchoring her to reality. 

Rey sat frozen on the bedspread, looking decidedly guilty with mused hair and flushed cheeks. When she parted her lips to speak only a small sound escaped. 

When Leia spoke she was bereaved, “My son,” she whispered, and Rey could see how glassy her eyes were, “I felt my son. Is he here, Rey?”

Rey’s lower lip trembled. How could she possibly begin to explain what transpired between herself and Ben? It was precious, a cherished secret. Yet she could also see how Leia grieved. 

“He was.” She managed weakly, her body still tingled with his touch. 

Leia finally seemed to take notice of Rey’s precarious state, and the older woman’s face warped with confusion, then her eyes brightened with understanding, losing some of their wetness. 

“You love him?” 

Swallowing hard, Rey only stared back, not daring to give verbal confirmation. She hadn’t realized it until that moment, until the question was spelled out boldly before her. She did love him. Rey loved Ben Solo. Supreme Leader of the First Order. Bane of the Resistance. Her foil within the Force. 

She loved him. 

Even though she couldn’t say it, her watering eyes must have given her away. Leia nodded with understanding, and stepped forward to comfort her. 

Settled beside Rey on the bed, arm wrapped firmly around her shoulders, she spoke, “Bring him home, Rey. You’re the only one who can.” 

Rey nodded and closed her eyes, allowing herself to cry for him. Ben Solo. Her first and only love.

She’d do whatever it took. 

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Do you know of any good Reylo fix it fics for TROS??

Yes, I certainly do! I’ve been reading as much good TROS fix it fic as I can get my hands on. Without further ado, here are some of my favorites!

The Temples of Our Gods by Trebia aka @avenrue

beyond rightdoing and wrongdoing by the-reylo-void aka @the-reylo-void

Little Earthquakes by LochTayBoatSong aka @lochtayboatsong

With you, Always by crossingwinter aka @crossingwinter

I have crossed the horizon by Like_A_Dove aka @likeadove

I Think We’re Alone Now by sasstasticmad

Tethered by Perry_Downing aka @perrydowning

These fics are saving my life right now, negl.

And I’m gonna shamelessly plug my own fix it fics, co-written with @reylotrashcompactor:

Make It Through the Night

One Small Eternity

I hope these help you recover from TROS. ❤️

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TROS Fix It Fic Masterpost - Part Three

All fics listed here are 300 kudos or less, at the time of this post’s creation. Part One and Two.

Fics under the cut.

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“Please don’t”

And we continue the fanart of fanfiction extravaganza into the weekend - read satellites by @gizkasparadise ? No? Do it. 

Do.it.

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Inspired by baby Ben recently lol, an AU about Rey is older than Ben 10 years old.

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Hello! Do you know any fics where the force bond starts before Rey meets Ben/Kylo?

Hey there! I can think of one fic that I’ve read fitting that description: in all the ways but one by SiriSunrider!

Description: "Are you a ghost?“The words are whispered so softly, he wouldn’t have heard them if not for the silence in his hut. He had been trying to sleep when the humming started.“No.”“Are you certain? I heard that ghosts roam the ship graveyards and I think… I think you followed me home.”“I’m not a ghost,” he assures her, trying to make sense of it. “Are you?”The girl’s brow furrows. “Of course not.”“Then what are you?”Her mouth opens once, closes, then opens again as if she can’t quite decide how to answer. After a moment, her face clears of expression and she whispers, “I’m nothing.”

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Lust

Had to do another one for ye guys!, I enjoyed doing the first one too much 😂 Enjoy !❤

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Player Poe’s Plan

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a little sketch with “The pretty eyes”

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I’m in love with this

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Everyone needs to go to society6 and purchase some of @boomdafunk ‘s Reylo art! It’s soooo beautiful! I can’t wait to get frames to put these babies up in my classroom. 🤗🤗🤗

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si sogna si sogna 😍❤

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There’s way more to this incredible thread here https://mobile.twitter.com/ChuckWendig/status/981861215281479680

Chuck Wendig continues to be amazing.

(also “Oubliette of Disregard” may be one of the funniest things I’ve ever read)

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A Prompt for you. I always see fics where Rey tells Leia about the force bond with Ben, so one where Ben tells his mom he is in love with Rey and force bond. Love your stuff, thank you for sharing.

Ben leans into her touch, her small finger splayed over his cheek. Her curious eyes study him intently, tracing his full lips and the jut of his nose, darting from one mole to the next, making constellations of his skin. 

Stars, he loves her; Rey.

She smiles, the corners of her pretty mouth turning upwards just so, and her honey eyes coming alive with a quiet sort of joy. Rey kicks off the thin sheet that covers them and rolls him onto his back. Straddling his abdomen, she leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

She nuzzles into his cheek, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispers, “I think I’m in love with you, Ben.”

His breath catches in his broad chest and his large hands freeze where they grip her thighs. He’s spoken his love to her so many times, aloud in her ear, in the slide of his body over her, in her. But to hear those words uttered by her, mouth pressed too near to his ear for him to possibly mistake them…

His lips part, eyes glassy with tears, “I—

“Rey!” 

The door to her quarters screeches out in override and opens with a hydraulic hiss. 

Mother. 

The general stands stalwart in the doorway, hands on her hips and mouth pressed into a firm line. Then she beholds her son lying on the bed, and Rey scrambling away from him. 

They’re both half naked; Rey in a breast band and thin pair of leggings, and Ben in nothing but a pair of stained boxer shorts. He had taken Rey through the slit in them earlier, soiling them with their shared exertions, which only furthers his dismay as the General watches their mad dash to right themselves. 

Rey glances at him, brows furrowed in consternation at his continued presence. Normally the bond would have severed by now, the slightest disturbance being enough to cut them loose no matter how intense the connection may have grown. They’ve been severed mid-coitus on more than one occasion. 

“Ben.” The General’s whole demeanor shifts. Where she had been authoritative, she now seems plaintive, her voice laden with disillusion. “I don’t understand, how—  

Rey is too stricken to reply, caught red-handed in bed with the Supreme Leader of the First Order, her enemy. Their enemy. Caught commiting high treason. 

Ben intercedes on her behalf, swallowed in a wave of unprecedented protectiveness. Rey is distraught, and every fiber of his being implores him to defend her. 

He shoulders Rey behind his hulking body, despite him being the more disheveled of the two, and stares his mother down with an odd conglomeration of childlike insolence and longing. He hasn’t seen her in over a decade; time has done her few favors. She looks tried and tired. 

“Mo— Leia, listen to me.” 

His voice—changed through years of pain and torture at the hands of a dead master— demands her full attention, she can’t seem to take her sad, dark eyes off of him, this man that her son has become. 

“What is this, Rey?” There is no venom in her voice, only low, gravelly defeat. Her eyes never stray from Ben

Rey stutters behind him, groping at his shoulders so she might peer over them at the General. She stammers out incomprehensible sounds, an excuse caught in her throat. 

“This isn’t what you think.” Ben exposits, his voice doesn’t waver, which surprises him, “She hasn’t told me anything, she wasn’t—

“How are you here?” There’s the question, the one that matters more than all the rest. How is Ben Solo, boy turned tyrant, in the Resistance compound? How had he found them? How had Rey snuck him in past all of the guards, all of the cameras?

“I’m not,” hastily, before she can act on her incredulity he continues, “Rey and I, there’s something more between us. You must have felt it.”

His mother swallows, and nods gravely, “I was confused. I could feel you, my son, so close. I thought it was impossible, but this time I gave chase, and here you are.” Her gaze passes from Ben to Rey, “How is this not treason?”

Rey sniffs behind him, and if he hadn’t felt her tears on his skin he would still have known she was crying. The impulse to comfort her is strong, intense even, but first he needs to make his mother understand. 

“I’m not actually here! This— we— our minds, they’re connected. Snoke, he did something, bridged us so that we could manifest to one another, feel one another. At first it was just us, we couldn’t see one another’s surroundings, only each other. We expected it to sever once Snoke was killed, but it didn’t. It’s only grown stronger, now, when we touch, we appear physically. It’s… I don’t know how.”

Leia takes a staggered step backward; her face wan and eyes watery. “So you use it to… sleep together. Why? Why would you lay with your enemy? You tried to kill each other.”

Ben wonders exactly what Rey told his mother of Snoke and the throne room; a lie most likely, to shield their bond and herself from ire. 

“No, we saved each other.”

Leia is reeling and Rey is crying, and there is only one thing left to say. He even uses that one, infernal designation that has eluded him for so long 

“Mother, I love—

The bond servers, and Kylo is once again surrounded by the cold, dark walls of his quarters aboard the Finalizer. They seem to press in around him, sucking the oxygen from the air as they squeeze closer and closer. Rey could be in danger, and he can do nothing. 

On Chandrila, deep in the Resistance’s subterranean compound, a mother stares bleary eyed at the imprinted sheets where her wayward son had sat moments before. 

And a girl, a lover, a traitor, cries on the bed where he had lain.