#Ben Solo Fan Fiction

[melodygatesauthor]

Alright guys....today is a HUGE day for me and I can't even begin to express my emotions but I'm going to try like hell.

I started writing fanfiction again, after giving it up about a decade ago, on Sept 5, 2022, and it all started with Kylo Ren.

I was updating a chapter a day, Yes, Master was the only fic I was working on. My fingers just didn't stop moving, and I was in LOVE with what I was doing. Then when it came time to end it, I wasn't ready, so I made the sequel, By Your Side. While By Your Side isn't my favorite work I've created, I am glad I wrote it, and I think it wrapped up the series nicely.

In the meantime, and after rewatching the Star Wars Sequel Trilogy a minimum of 20 times, a certain pilot caught my attention, and thus began my spiral into Oscar Isaac brain rot. While Yes, Master is comprised of Episode 8&9, One Hell of a Pilot takes place during Episode 7 and follows a different Reader than the one in YM and BYS.

It was so much fun to connect these worlds and explore my everchanging interests in different fictional characters over the course of the last 6 months. I learned a LOT through the process and I just want to pat myself on the back for COMPLETING something (if only I could turn it into cash, right? Ha). After 266,817 words! What the effff! 🥵

If you're interested in reading these three, here they are in RELEASE order (ps. you can read OHP without reading the other two if Kylo isn't your thing):

Yes, Master

By Your Side

One Hell of a Pilot

(Chronologically OHP would come first).

Idk if anyone even follows me here who has read these fics or not, but damnit if you are, thank you for the support. It has been a CRAZY journey and these fics are the ones that got me back into fanfiction so I'm just filled with joy about the whole thing. Oh boy am I relieved to be done though. It was a lot of work!

I will eventually be updating and releasing this on Tumblr, just not for a little while!

Thank you all so so so much,

Mels <3

[astheworldfallsdown-writing]

Chapter I - You Can’t Truly Be Gone

A cold, heavy rain fell on the red-neon lit bar sign, a staple in the town of Greyslough, on the planet Calyzen. It was a small planet that wasn’t heard of very often, floating cozily on the outer rim, far from any politics and destruction. Grassy hills and long lakes made the planet what it was, a thick layer of gloom laid on the planet but that didn’t stop the citizens from having a good time.

Every weekend the local bar doubled as a fight space, Calyzen brawlers all came and competed, not for any titles or anything fancy, just for the love of the crowd. It was mostly men that participated in such events, but around 7 years ago a young girl showed up and began training right away. She had to prove herself tough enough to take on the rough life of a brawler, but she surprised everyone and was deemed worthy. This girl was Valerie Sorveya, but her brawler name was just Val, some even called her Victorious Val which both embarrassed her and humored her.

Valerie was just 22 when she arrived on Greyslough, she was scared and alone, brought in by a delivery ship operator, Shay, who knew little about her. The first time they met was when Shay was on a regular route, picking up supplies from Naboo as well as other planets. But on his way to the lush planet, he got a call from Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, requesting that he pick up Luke’s cargo and drop it off on the way to his next stop. Shay had a great deal of respect for the Skywalkers, so of course he accepted, little did he know that this ‘cargo’ was a young girl with braided, dark brown hair, padawan cloak, and eyes bloodshot from crying, it was Valerie. He wasn’t the type of man to ask questions, he wanted to get the job done and have that be all, and Valerie remained quiet for the entirety of the ride. The only problem was that when Shay brought her to Luke’s requested drop-off point on Yavin 4, everything was either burned to ash or on fire, no one was on the planet at all. Shay watched the distraught brunette fall to her knees when she saw the destruction, the pain in her eyes was unlike anything he had ever seen. Shay contacted Luke several times and heard nothing, but he knew he couldn’t leave her there alone.

“Do you want me to take you back to Naboo?” Shay asked her, keeping some space from her.

She mustered up the courage to speak. “But I-...I’m supposed to be here.”

“But hon, there’s nothing here, I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.” Shay got on one knee beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder gently.

Valerie looked at him. “Death, so much death.” Her eyes then focused back on the scene of black and red.

Shay shrugged his shoulders slightly, she wasn’t wrong but what was he supposed to say back? He thought for a moment before speaking. “Let’s get you back to your home.”

“I don’t have a home.” Valerie looked at Shay again, her voice grew a bit more clear. “It was Naboo, but my parents both died just days ago. I wasn’t supposed to come back here for another month but I requested Luke to end my break early, I couldn’t bear being there any longer.” Shay didn’t know what to say. “So I’m sorry sir, but I have nowhere to go now, and I have no way of paying for your service.”

Shay shook his head. “Don’t you worry about that right now. You’ve been through a lot, n’ I don’t normally do this… Well, I don’t normally deliver people actually.. But listen kid, if you’re willing, I’ll take you back t’ my home and we can get your situation sorted out, how does that sound?” Shay knew he needed to help her, it was the right thing to do and this girl needed any help she could get.

Valerie took several moments, the gears turning in her head as she tried to think of her options. She couldn't deny that his idea was the best one, though she didn’t exactly want to go to a new planet with a strange, somewhat scruffy looking man, he did seem to genuinely care for her though they hadn’t even exchanged names. “Where is your home?” She finally asked in a breathy voice, her tiredness was starting to affect her speech.

“Oh I live in GreySlough.” He said. She seemed confused, which didn’t surprise him. “It’s a great little planet, do you like rain?”

She laughed under her breath. “I actually do.” This made Shay smile.

“I’m Shay, Shay McDavin” He held his gloved hand out.

Valerie accepted and met her hand with his. “I’m Valerie, Valerie Sorveya. I was training here.”

“You was training with Luke Skywalker?” Shay said in amazement. “You’ll have to tell me about it on the ship, c’mon, let’s get a move on. Late schedule’s means less credits for food.” Shay helped Valerie stand and began walking to the ship. Before he got in, he turned and saw her standing there, lost in the sight of destruction again. “Valerie?” He called her.

This snapped her out of her fixed gaze. She turned her back slowly to the fires, walking away from what was meant to be her future, her life. Her face remained solemnly sad as she got into the ship and sat in the back seat. Shay reached back and took her hand in his.

“I promise things are gonna be alright. I always get the job done.” He gave her hand a small squeeze before letting go and starting up the ship.

After a few hours and a few stops along the way, Valerie had spoken only every now and then about Naboo, about her training, and asked questions about the planet they were heading to. Shay enjoyed having someone with him on the trips, they usually got lonely but after 40 years in the business, he was used to it. They finally arrived on GreySlough, rain dripping down the ship's windows and rusty panels. Valerie swallowed quietly and got out of the ship, her backpack secured on her shoulders as she followed Shay down the dirt road lit up by tall white lamps. They really weren’t very bright, all the buildings were very dark and looked somewhat abandoned.

“I’ll tell ya this right now, it isn’t much” Shay spoke as he walked up the wet wooden steps to an old brick house. “But it’s kept me dry all these years, so I think you’ll find it suitable. Then again, yer from Naboo.” He laughed, unlocking the doors with a slim key.

It was definitely a lot more old fashioned and run down than what she was used to. But her home on Naboo was usually described just like that. It was only a small cabin by the lake, not any kind of fancy city build, no porcelain or hand embroidered curtains like most others had, but she didn’t mind. This home was still very different, though who was she to become picky after losing essentially everything she had?

Shay showed her to her room, it was mostly empty, but there were a couple dusty boxes, a tall lamp and a spare mattress. Valerie put down her bag while Shay searched the closet for extra pillows and bedding. She walked towards the window, she was glad her bedroom was on the second floor, being up high was something she loved.

“What’s that over there?” Valerie asked. She noticed a bright red sign a few streets over but couldn't make out the text through the pouring rain and droplets hugging the window’s glass.

“That is the town’s entertainment center.” Shay said with a small chuckle as he stood up from making up the bed for her, she was too distracted to realize he had done that for her. “It’s a bar. But each weekend we have these town brawlers that fight over there.”

“Brawlers? Like.. they fight each other?” Valerie asked in a confused tone.

“Yep, but don’t worry, they’re all good sports, at least most of them.” Shay stepped towards the doorway. “I’ll take ya one day. But anyways, I know you’re probably tired so I’ll let ya go. I will be gone early in the morning but not for too long. If you’re up before I’m back, feel free to make yourself at home, you saw the kitchen on your way in right?”

Valerie nodded and leaned down to her bed. “I did. And Shay, thank you, truly.” She ran her hands on the blanket, it wasn’t very soft but that’s really how Valerie liked it, things that were too plush always bothered her skin.

“No need to thank me, hon. You’ve been through enough for one day. Just try to rest up.” Shay reached for the doorknob. “Goodnight.”

Valerie nodded to him as he shut the door. She took a glance around the room before reaching into her backpack and pulling out a medium sized plush toy of an Ice Peglin, a species that lived only on extremely cold planets, swimming and living off of fish. It was her favorite animal and her mother had made her this plush when she was just a baby.

She let out a small sigh and placed her plush on the bed. Her heart began to pound slowly and her emotions all reached her at once. Valerie was good at keeping her true emotions unknown from most, the exceptions being her mother and a classmate of hers. But this was all too much, everything was gone, everyone was gone. It was a dark day in the galaxy for everyone, but especially for Valerie. She began to slowly hyperventilate and tears streamed down her chiseled cheeks before she reached into her bag again, digging through for something. She pulled out a small device and unraveled a wire with two earpieces hung at the end of it. With the press of a button on the device, music began playing in the earpieces, Valerie put them in her ears and closed her eyes, hand over her mouth. Music was something she grew up surrounded by since her mother was a Nabooan musician. It calmed her from a place deep within her. Her breaths slowed, but the tears didn’t stop. She allowed herself to cry for around 10 minutes before wiping them away and changing into some sleep clothes, an old shirt and shorts. She had pictured her night very differently. She expected to be curled up in the arms of the man she cared so deeply for as he would have comforted her over her loss. It would have been in secret of course, Luke couldn’t know what was happening among his own students, his own nephew.

Valerie laid down in the bed, looking up at the ceiling with cracked white paint. One arm holding her plush close, the other on her heart, feeling to see if it had slowed down from her small panic attack.

“Ben.” She sighed. The tears began again, she saw no use in stopping them. This was what real, true, raw pain felt like. And she never expected to feel it over such things.

How will I keep going if you’re gone? She thought to herself.

The rest of the night was quiet, the rain pattering on the window helped ground her. Deep breathes filled the room as she put the music device away and curled back into bed. Her blanket met her shoulders and she turned towards the wall. Sleep was something she both feared in this moment, but also provided her comfort. She was scared to sleep because she saw it as making the day more real, like adding a period at the end of the sentence. But her comfort was just from her curiosity, would she go to sleep and then wake up on Yavin 4? She wondered if she had passed out on Naboo and was having a terrible dream. This wasn’t the case. And this was how she spent most nights for at least the first year on GreySlough.

You can’t truly be gone, Ben.

[barefoothighlander]

deluminate

summary: kylo ren stops at nothing to capture his target

kylo ren x fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), unprotected pinv, slight hunter/prey, force bondage, choking, dub con, mind reading?, creampie, idk how the force works, kidnapping?

a/n: having kylo ren brain rot so i needed to write this, i want to hear nothing about realism none of this makes sense, not proofread

Where are you.

His voice rings clear and heavy in your head, a tidal wave through the hazy ocean that was your mind, fogged and weary from his preferred methods of interrogation.

It was purely chance that you had gotten out, a fluke in timing on the account of the troopers that usually haunted your room, one small mixup in shift change and you were left unguarded for invaluable seconds.

You had no idea where you were going, simply letting your legs carry you on their own accord, twisting down hallways and turning the sharp corners of the black metal walls that made up the labyrinth of his ship.

It felt like weeks you had been locked in that room, the days fading into eachother as he searched your mind for any piece of information that could help him, reaching deep into your thoughts and fears, urging you to give up the location of the map.

Truth be told you were the last person he should’ve been asking, a minor ship technician that aided the rebellion with not the slightest inclination as to where the forces were keeping such a lucrative item.

I will find you.

The husk of his voice vibrates in you as fear sweeps your nerves, even if you did somehow outrun him, there was nowhere to go, you had no idea of the ship had landed somewhere or if it was simply tumbling through hyperspace, an eerie quiet settled in the air of the halls, only broken by the sudden hissing of pipes or clanging of armour as patrols made their way.

It didn’t make sense, how he was able to see into your mind, control your body the way he did, a simple twitch of his finger and your limbs were frozen, a nudge of his chin and he could see into your darkest thoughts, the most private and secret, held deep in your psyche for only you to see.

Why run? Come back to me and I’ll give you what you want.

A taunt, emphasized by the honey dripping from his tongue, even through the mask you can hear it. There was no trying to hide behind it, he saw right through you, that obscure primal attraction you held for him, the longing to see him beneath the cloak and mask, to feel that power on other parts of your body.

He was using it against you, like somehow he course sense the throb between your legs as his voice spoke to you, the heat that pooled as he used only his mind to restrain your body.

Sweat beaded your skin, falling in drops down your spine as you rest against a wall, legs screaming in pain, how far had you ran? There was no way to tell if you’d even gotten far, every hallway turning into another, every corner identical.

The conversation of troopers has you holding your breath, careful to keep quiet as they pass by, praying to the maker they were truly as stupid as people made them out to be.

You’re near, I can feel you.

Clasping your hand over your mouth and breathing through your nose, you turn a quick glance around the corner, no sight of the massive cloaked figure, there was no way he knew where you were, he couldn’t.

Down the hall you can see a pair of doors, if you could get in you could lock them, you’d worked on ships similar, nothing this large and nothing from the new empire but they had to have similar wiring.

You will your aching limbs to carry you the few feet toward them, slamming a palm to the panel, a whimper escaping your lips as the screen flashes red.

You drive your fist against the metal doors, willing them to open, to let you in but they don’t budge, a deferred breath falls as you rest your head against it, the cold bite of them cooling your skin.

It’s a gasp of shock that falls from your lips as the doors part, cool air rushing against your skin, how did they-

“There you are pet”

Fear strikes through your body like lightning, this time his voice sounded to close, the crackle of the mask like sparks in your ears. His presence is heavy enough that it sucks the air from your chest, a tear falling from your eye as you slump your shoulders, refusing to turn and face him.

He places a firm hand to your back, walking you forward into the room as the doors close behind you, the tell tale sound of a lock snapping into place as your legs give out, knees buckling sending you toward the hard ground.

You can hear the echo of his steps as he paces the room, damn him if he wanted to read your mind, there were no thoughts to be seen.

“It was a good effort”

Invisible arms will your body up, weak legs trying to regain balance as he emerges in front of you, dwarfing your figure.

His form sucks the life from the room, forcing you backward till your spine connects with the wall, harsh steel biting into your skin as he braces an arm beside your head.

“Are you ready to give me up?”

You shake your head, eyes refusing to look up at him,

“You know I can take whatever I want”

His gloved hand presses to your throat, holding you to the wall as an unseen force binds your hands above your head, leaving you at his will.

“Is this not what you wanted? I’ve heard every thought you’ve had, they’re very loud”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the words, your throat bobbing under his grip.

“I’ve seen what you dream of, how you want to be touched by me, it’s.. obscene, the way you offer yourself up on a platter”

There’s nothing you can do, he has you at his will, a simple prayer to the maker that he’d atleast bestow some form of mercy upon you.

“Do you want to see what I think about?”

His voice is gruff, laced with threat as his fingers squeeze your pulse point.

“Open your eyes”

You obey, parting your wet lashes to look at him, staring deep into the black visor as he watches you, you struggle in his grip as the force on your hands tightens.

He reaches his free hand to his neck, a hissing sound filling the air as the chin of the mask parts, the black helmet rising on his form to reveal his face.

Every sense in your body betrays you at the sight of him, obsidian hair that curls around his pale face, his cheeks flush from the exertion of power as plush lips and dark eyes stare back at you.

He closes his eyes, tilting his chin toward you as he wills his thoughts to yours, flooding your mind with images.

He too had thought about you, your naked body in front of him, legs parted and sex on display as you writhe against the sheets, the tip of his nose nudging against your swollen bud as he feasts on you.

The image sense shockwaves to your core, heat pooling as he continues to show you yourself, bent over a table, your ass arched in the air for him as his cock drives deep into you, practically forcing the air from your lungs with every thrust.

It’s too much, the visions, it feels too real, your skin flushing as he pulls back, his dark gaze glued to you.

“Do you see pet, what you do to me, why I could never let you run away”

He releases one of your hands, gripping your wrist as he drags it to his groin, forcing your digits to cup his length as he grunts. Even through the thick cloth of his pants you can feel his size, massive and pulsing, like pure iron in your weak grip.

You part your lips in shock as he grinds his hips into your palm, his hand on your throat tensing.

“Don’t shy away now, not when you’re so close to getting what you want”

Another grind of his hips has your fingers squeezing his bulge, a primal grin forming on his lips as he ducks his head next to yours.

“That’s it, give yourself over”

His breath ghosts over your ear, tingling the hair on your neck as his teeth dig into your earlobe, nipping at the skin.

His fingers creep over your stomach, inching down toward the pulse that’s settled between your thighs, strong hands tugging at your bottoms as the skin of your ass is revealed, the cool air hitting it.

He cups your sex with his palm, grinding the leather of his glove against your aching bud, cheeks heating as the sound of your slick fills the room.

“So wet for me already”

His words give rise to a tinge of embarrassment in your face as you roll your hips into his hand, searching for the contact against your clit as his cock strains against his pants.

“M’gonna drive my cock so deep into you, there won’t be any thoughts for me to read”

The threat has your core aching, clenching around nothing as he rips his hand from you, the black fabric of his gloves glistening in your slick as he raises a hand.

His free hand moves to loosen his pants, biting back a groan as his cock springs free from the fabric, keeping his eyes on yours as he fists it, the harsh rub of his glove rough against the skin of his shaft.

“Open your mouth”

You move to reach a hand for him but it’s pulls to the wall with that same invisible force, keeping you flat to the metal as it digs into your spine.

“I said open”

You obey, parting your lips slightly to allow his fingers to tease around the flesh, pushing past your teeth to flatten against your tongue.

Swirling the muscle around the digits, the bitter taste of leather mixed with the sweetness of your own slick dripping down your throat as he forces the fingers deeper.

He teases the head of his cock through your folds forcing your eyes shut as you hum around his fingers.

“You’re gonna take every last inch, and you’re gonna keep your eyes on me”

Parting your lids in a haze your teeth dig into his fingers as he pushes in, one swift motion has his cock stuffing you full, forcing your cunt to adapt to the stretch of him.

The angle has him dipping below you, forcing his cock upward as he thrusts, the head of it grinding against that sweet spot into you as it drags against your soaked walls.

“That’s it, eyes on me pet”

His fingers tilt your chin to face him, eyes clouded in lust as you watch him bite back his grunts. His hand grips at your thighs, tugging them around his waist as he lifts you higher against the wall, length driving into you, forcing your body to collide with the hard metal behind you with every thrust.

“Wanted this since I first saw you”

The words come through gritted teeth, your eyes drifting to where the two of you meet, his hand withdrawals from your mouth allowing you to suck in a breath before it makes contact with your throat, pinning your neck to the wall.

“I said eyes on me”

It’s a struggle to even keep them open as his cock splits you in half, feeling impossibly full from him, the base of his length grinding against your clot with every stroke.

Your legs lock around his back, holding him to you as you roll your hips into him, meeting every thrust. A grin plasters his face at the sight, using his hand to tear at your shirt, the lose fabric falling around you as your breasts are revealed, nipples peaked from the cold air.

Like a beast to its prey he eyes your form, bound and free for his taking, he leans down, his teeth closing around a nipple eliciting a yelp from you as he nips at the skin, flicking his tongue over it.

“So good for me, letting me take you however I want”

Heat rises in your chest, it was true, he could have you, the sight of him alone that first day had your thoughts betraying you, his form oozing power and command.

You snap from your thoughts as an unseen pressure hits your clit, rubbing against the bud in a perfect pressure that has your back arching against the wall, pushing your breasts further into him.

It’s obscene the noises the flood the room, the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixed with the wracked moans that escape you, he peers down, his jaw slack at the sight of your pussy swallowing him whole with every thrust.

“Never gonna let you go pet, you’ll stay here with me, as my little play thing”

The words sting your chest, the thought of remaining captive to the man who could invade your very soul, but the feeling of his cock driving into you is too tempting, feels to good, the pleasure blooming from your core has you nodding”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, letting me stuff this little pussy everynight, getting used by me, fucking slut”

That invisible hand flicks against your clit as his cock drives deep into your walls, your legs tightening around him as your push squeezes him, keeping him inside you, letting your orgasm rip through your bones.

As your high lowers you open your eyes, straight to his gaze, his hair sticking to his forehead in a sheen of sweat as the slightest pink tints his cheeks, his cock sliding into your drenched walls.

In a second he slams his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as he pounds into you, hard enough that the grind of your back against the wall was sure to leave you sore.

His hand meets the flesh of your ass, squeezing the muscle with force as he holds your body to him, allowing his cock impossibly deep as he buries it inside you, his hips staggering with each thrust.

“Say you’re mine, fuck, say it”

He leans his head back, lowering it to your shoulder as his teeth dig into the flesh, tears pricking your eyes as your muscles scream.

“I’m yours”

The words trigger something in him, a growl from his chest vibrates against your skin as he spills inside you, the warmth spreading in your core as he moves his coco slowly inside you, shallow thrusts to force his cum deeper.

He holds your body to him, the force on your hands gone, allowing the now sleeping muscles to drop to his shoulders, your fingers splayed over the rough fabric of his cape as his breaths ghost over your skin.

“You’re mine”

The haze of it wares on you, your mind weakened from the combination of everything as your body fights to regain its strength, held up only by his body.

Slowly he pulls his cock from you, allowing his spend to drop down your thighs as his hands keep you still. His eyes glued to yours as he watches you wince from the loss of contact, a hand settling on your cheek, the leather dragging against the thin layer of sweat on the flesh.

He bites back the words in his throat as he closes his eyes, his fingers flexing against your skin as your mind goes blank.

You wake in a dark room, legs bare against the black sheets that have settled atop them, your chest covered only by the large cloth of a shirt, you can feel the soreness from earlier already settling into your body as you sit up, trying to look around.

There’s a stream of starts outside the large window, the only light in the room as you squint to see, it was some sort of bedroom, the furniture below you soft and cushioned, you were in a bed.

Turning to your left you can see the light shine on his pale skin, the expanse of his back visible, alongside the pink pines of scars the adorned it, his dark hair blending into the sheets as his body rised slightly with every breath.

You were in his bedroom, his private quarters, in his bed, shock hits you all at once, every nerve in your body telling you that you shouldn’t be there, but he had brought you there, changed your clothes as set you beside him in bed.

He had stripped off his cloak and leathers, tucked away the facade of Kylo Ren and went to bed, beside you.

Running a soft hand over the curve of his spine you feel him twitch, his breath remaining slow, he was still asleep, he didn’t look like that large beast that invaded your thoughts like this, he was softer, calmer.

The sheets are soft as you slip back below them, turning to your side to face him, watching his skin flow under the streaming stars as your eye slide grow heavier, drawing you back into sleep.

[aestivaltide]

and if i'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too

"More and more, she wonders why she waited so long to take Ben’s hand. More and more, she worried she'd waited too long." This one's for

@randombks's haunting and if i'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too.

In working on this, I spent a lot of time looking at mid-century pulp fiction covers by illustrators like Robert McGinnis: I wanted to capture the color and feeling of the nightclub Rey worked in, but also the tension that defines a lot of those covers. I hope I succeeded!

And I wanted to play with canon - Rey's white dress is both a nod to early '60s fashion (albeit a little too low cut, but she is a nightclub singer!) while also being a nod to canon. Similarly, Ben's in black and lingering in the darkness.

https://tinyurl.com/yc29de4z (just FYI, lots of angst but definitely HEA!)

[theladyship]

So, not only did we get published novels but apparently we’re getting screen and TV adaptations of former Reylo fan fics now… The fact that romance will have a comeback thanks (dare I say SOLELY) to the endless enthusiasm and creativity of this fandom is so deeply satisfying and vindicating. We have truly come full circle. This is how we win.

Eternally grateful for Daisy and Adam. Their amazing undeniable chemistry started it all!

[thesirenbanshee]

Hello, my Reylo beauties! Here is “Chapter 1” of my new fic, written for the Twilight Zone Reylo Collection II. It’s inspired by both the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror ride at Disney and the Elevator Game you might’ve seen on the Internet. 🖤🤍

TITLE: Elevator to Another Dimension

RATING: Explicit

SUMMARY:

“Long ago, on a stormy night much like this, movie star Ben Solo disappeared after lightning struck the elevator shaft of the Twilight Tower Hotel. Ever since then, the allegedly haunted hotel has sat closed, unwanted, and abandoned. But now, decades later, the hotel is to be renovated. Rey, a lover of classic Ben Solo films, has been tasked with bringing the broken-down elevator back to life.

What secrets does the old elevator hold? And what really happened to Ben Solo all those years ago? When she steps inside the elevator, Rey just might discover that elevators can take you to more than different floors in a building. In fact, elevators may actually have the ability to transport you to . . . another dimension.”

[2brightstars]

Chapter 47 of Between the Boughs is now up on AO3! Rey has a lot of explaining (and defending) to do as some members of the Resistance are reluctant to accept certain romantic developments in her relationship with the Supreme Leader. 😡😅

[youshotfirst]

Chapter Three: The Market

Or start from the beginning…

Fic Synopsis: Rey has lived in Jakku, a small shore town known for its quiet beaches and even quieter winters, for her entire life. After a seemingly harmless date with a stranger goes terribly awry, Rey will learn they have a lot more in common than their undeniable attraction to one another. A month later, a twist in fate, a winter rental and a rescue dog will bring them closer together than ever.

[buffshipper8490]

Rating: EXPLICIT

Summary: Rey and Kylo Ren share a night of intimacy and passion through the power of their Force Bond

Excerpt

One night in a blur of days, Kylo Ren shifted uneasily in his bed, tossing and turning. He rolled to his side, and his large arm bumped into a form.

A sigh and a soft snore.

He flinched awake. He was still in his quarters, but he was not alone.

It was her. It was Rey. She slept on her side, no blanket. Wherever she was, it must have been warm enough that she didn't need it.

She was dressed simply: her off-white sleeveless shirt, her calf length pants. She was barefoot, her belt and torso scarf elsewhere, beyond his sight.

A breeze gently blew her hair from where she lay. It wasn't from the stale air of his chambers: she must have been outside or somewhere similar.

Not for the first time, Kylo wondered to himself why the Force was connecting them, especially when they were sleeping. Well, while she was sleeping. Kylo never rested soundly enough to sleep properly.

Or perhaps he was sleeping, and this was all a dream...

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[saltyseazdgx]

Alright kylux/former kylux ppl. I need your help.

I've been trying to remember what book these details are from (screenshotted from my "what is the name of this book" post on Goodreads) and then it occurred to me - what if the reason I can't find it is because IT'S A FANFIC??

SO. Does anyone recall a kylux fic with these details??? Please let me know!!

(I primarily read fics on AO3 from 2016-2021)

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[melodygatesauthor]

By Your Side (Ben Solo X Reader) - Rated E for explicit sexual content and violence

Summary:

** Sequel to Yes, Master (Kylo Ren X Reader) **

You are Sidrienne Parroba, a member of the Resistance, and you’re in love with Ben Solo.

With the help of your friend Rey, you’d been able to convince some of the others that he had changed, and that Kylo Ren was gone, for good. Unfortunately, deep wounds take a long time to heal, and the scars will always remain, and not everyone is as accepting of him as you would like them to be. With the Resistance’s split opinions, you are forced to make some tough choices.

In addition to these more trivial stressors, rumors of a new darkness rising threatens your relationship with Ben, and the galaxy as a whole. Who is it that commands this new evil army, and will you and the others be able to rise up and defeat them, or is the Resistance broken beyond repair?

Published: 10/17/2022 Last Updated: 12/02/2022 Current Word Count: 84,350 Chapters: 27/28 (Updates Every Mon/Wed/Fri)

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“Hello, yes. I’m looking for Mr. Benjamin Solo. I am told this is his place of office. Is he in?”

“Is he expecting you, Ms…”

“Rey. And no, I don’t imagine he is.”

The woman—Maz, was it?—smiled softly in a way that didn’t reach her too-big eyes.

“Then I don’t *imagine* you’ll be meeting with him today. He’s due to leave momentarily.”

“Oh, it won’t take long, I can assure you—”

“You ‘eard her, girl,” The redhead grumbled, “Ben’s busy. Now piss off—”

“Armie,” Maz snapped, her eyes never leaving Rey. The gaze was cool, polite but distant. “We will tell him that you stopped by, Rey…”

“Kenobi. My name is Rey Kenobi.”

The redhead was already pushing the door closed, but he stopped when Maz’s hand came down on his forearm. Her eyes were no longer distant. They were, however, far colder, and flashed with something sharp.

“Please,” She said, the smile returning, “Come inside.”

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In which a Traveller comes to town, seeking business with the Black Knight of Birmingham.

A Reylo/Peaky Blinders semi-crossover with A/B/O...undertones? I know, I don't get it either.

[zydrvs]

do you think the dyad bond had an impact on rey and bens dreams?

[how-do-i-turn-this-thing-off]

The Rebels Last Stand

Chapter LXXIV: Without

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To start from Chapter I, go here: https://how-do-i-turn-this-thing-off.tumblr.com/post/169184041771/oh-my-god-you-know-what-i-want-i-want-rey-to-be

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The spacedock was packed with Hux's stormtroopers as the transport doors opened in front of Ren, their helmets a landscape of white, almost from wall to wall, as if they were in formation for a troop review. They started firing the moment they saw him and if he hadn't put himself at the front of his own company they all would have been cut down in seconds. As it was his mind reached, the Force surging in him as his lightsaber moved blindingly fast, deflecting the first round of blaster bolts just long enough to free a hand so he could reach out at random, grabbing a group of stormtroopers on the right and smashing them into their companions on the left, sweeping across the room so that half of the company was suddenly bowled over by the crush of their fellows. He lost some of his own men in the maneuver, unable to both shield them and use such a punishing Force Push, but it halved the capacity of the enemy to keep firing, allowing him to step forward.

Lives, paid for lives. The way of war. He spared it no attention as he came into melee contact with men who had been his not so long ago, cutting through them. Armor gave way to flesh, both the white and the red matter burned black by his blade. He could only keep moving. He was followed, he felt that much, but by how many he couldn't know, except that Chewie remained close by his left shoulder, his bowcaster flexing, miniature explosions throwing soldiers into the air wherever it was aimed. Rose was somewhere in the very back, also firing, but as covered as she could be. Blaster bolts moved past him in a blur from both in front and behind, and his lightsaber lived with him, drawing on his power freely, the blade sweeping, rising and falling in his hands, biting into the soldiers who had betrayed him.

Rey, he said, again, in his head, as he had so many times before. He couldn't feel her, but she must be here. Rey, an echo of so many lonely nights. They were her lonely nights also. They had called each other's names so many times to the empty stars. But the stars were not empty now.

The Force moved and behind him and to his right he felt the doors on the right side of the spacedock open, heard the battle cries of the Rebels, and continued to angle himself in that direction, pushing the enemy stormtroopers in a circling pattern left. He hadn't been able to give Poe as much room as he would have liked but it didn't seem to deter the Rebels at all, and they were shooting the moment they had enough space to see what they were shooting at. Their blaster bolts joined the fray, the blue bolts of the regular Resistance blasters mixed with the red bolts of the many First Order blasters he'd helped them steal, and together they manuvered their way toward each other. It didn't take long to meet up, and Ren was surprised in a moment of relative calm to recognize Sergeant on his right, firing for all he was worth and making a noticeable dent in the enemy line in front of him.

“Any sign of them?” Poe yelled from somewhere behind Ren as Rose aligned with him, still firing.

“Nothing,” Ren yelled back. Poe shouted a couple of orders and they began to move again, Rebels and red stormtroopers together, pushing to cut off the enemy stormtroopers from their own transport. At least a couple at the back noticed the maneuver and tried to retreat, ducking towards the Lamda's doors, but Chewie ululated what Ren seemed to remember was a very bad word in Wookie, the bowcaster shooting several times in quick succession, and the opening was for a moment lost in smoke and debris as the nearest stormtroopers were hit, their bodies thrown up almost high enough to touch the ceiling before coming back down, limp and lifeless.

“Thanks, Chewie,” Poe said as Ren used the moment of sudden uncertainty he could feel in front of him to push forward, clearing the way further. Rey, he said again in the Force, and felt what he could almost call a response, albeit one he didn't recognize. It was as though something other than her was calling back to him, and he didn't have the time or the mental space to make sense of it as the leading edge of the Rebels finally reached the Lamda's doors and set themselves in perimeter positions in front of it, securing the opening. Poe was first to get there and ducked inside, Rose practically his shadow; there was a quick, sharp burst of blaster fire, then Ren and Chewie joined them, Ren cutting down the last guards who came forward, their bolts unable to touch them.

The Lamda's interior was plush and expensive, a far cry from the cold and industrial spacedock he'd just stepped out of, but no amount of soft lighting or expensive carpet could cushion the blow of what was waiting for him; Rey, unconscious, in the arms of Leia, who was bleeding, and Ammu and Ani, the little boy shaken with silent tears on his cheeks, Ammu favoring a foreleg with a large and oozing burn blistered almost all the way across its joint. The dead stormtroopers all around them, as well as the several broken pairs of stuncuffs on the floor, told the rest of the story as Poe knelt just next to Rey with Rose on the floor on her other side, grabbing a battered medical sensor out of his pocket and hovering the blue light over her face, her chest.

“How is she?” Ren asked, taking off his helmet for the moment, his heart in his throat, his blade slack in his other hand.

“Unconscious, but alright,” Poe said, but Leia was staring straight at him, and only when he raised his eyes to hers did he realize that this was the first time they'd really seen each other up close since he was a boy.

“She's not alright,” Leia said, to him, specifically. “She's fallen.”

For a moment, the word didn't register. For a moment, he didn't understand her meaning. But then he looked at Rey and opened himself to her, truly, fully, in their bond, and what he found there was such a tidal wave of Dark Force energy that it seemed for a moment to wash over him as well, to try and capsize him. He braced himself as if against a Push- it felt so real in his mind that he was almost sure of its physical presence- but the Dark Force within him was joined with it, and so it did nothing to him.

“I don't understand,” he said, stepping toward Rey, but to go to her meant to go to his mother also and he stopped, uncertain. “How did this happen?” Poe and Leia glanced at each other, something unspoken between them, and it twisted itself within Ren with an edge of betrayal that bordered on rage, and that he had to work to push away. “I cannot help her if I do not know,” he pointed out.

“Help her,” Leia demanded. “Why would you want to help her?”

“It was the crystal,” Ammu said before she was done speaking, the shining tears on his green cheeks apparent also in the rough scratch of his voice. “It's in her sword.”

“We're taking her with us,” Leia said, as Ren noticed for the first time a second source of Dark Force energy, focused on an unfamiliar lightsaber hanging from Leia's belt. “We don't need you to save her.” At that even Poe looked at her with a slightly doubtful cast, but Ren ignored all of it, switching off his own lightsaber, returning it to his belt, and centering himself. Beyond the Lambda the battle still raged- at the very edge of his senses, he could feel the Knights had arrived- but there was nothing more important than what was in front of him, as he reached out, closed his eyes and went in to Rey.

“It's not the Dark Force she's fighting,” he said aloud, surprised. Rey and the darkness were one; she worked in it and through it, or rather, it was responding to her will even though she didn't seem to be fully aware of it, focused more on him, on Leia, and on another battle. There was something else in her, a different enemy, and as he found it his eyes snapped open.

“She will not be safe as long as the Dark Force is in her,” Leia said, her face still older than her remembered it, still smaller than he remembered it, but her expression remarkably cold and set in a way he didn't remember at all.

“What have you done?” he murmured, the rage he'd turned away from before coming back within him, building and building. Rey didn't need his help now so he withdrew from her, returning his focus to the battle at his back. The Knights were causing havoc, as was their way, and the combined red stormtroopers and Rebels protecting them at the door were holding steady, but in order for the plan to work they needed to all be off this spacedock within minutes. There was no time for subtlety, and he was in no mood for it. “Tell them,” he said to Leia, gesturing at Poe, at Rose, at Chewie, lingering behind him and to the side, watching. “Tell them what you've given her.”

“A sedative,” she said coolly.

“What kind of sedative?” She said nothing, so he repeated, “What kind of sedative, mother?” The word hit between them like a challenge, a bitter demand, and when she pursed her lips, her eyes still on him, and said nothing, he did it for her. “She dosed Rey with SLV-16. It sedates, because it forces the will of the user onto the victim. Rey is helpless to do anything other than what she is told while it's in her.”

“If she can be contained, she can be helped,” Leia insisted.

“It's mind control?” Rose demanded, looking at Ren, her expression all astonishment and horror.

“Reductive, but essentially, yes. A Sith weapon,” he said humorlessly, donning his helmet.

“The darkness is not forever, Ben,” Leia insisted, the slightest blush of humanity finally showing in her expression, but for him, not for Rey. “Anything that is lost can be found.”

“The Dark Force does not take your will from you, mother. Only people do that.” He looked away from her finally, back at Rey's face, now turned toward him, her eyes open, and held out his hand.

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[unexpectedreylo]

Reylo Fic Retrospective IV

A dark canon-verse AU tale from 2018.  

Rated E but really, it’s a mature rather than a smut fest.

Four chapters, 4371 words

The plot:  a witch offers Kylo Ren a gift.  Does he take her up on it?  Vaguely inspired by the Sam Raimi film “Drag Me To Hell.”