#kylo ren birth mark au

[thedarkcoven]

Lovers Mark | Kylo Ren RQ

Kylo Ren x Reader Soul Mate AU. Cuteness. A bit of angst. No warnings just gonna be cuteness <3 Also it means a lot that I and other writers can make your life better and make you happier <3 I know it took a bit to get out and I do apologize but I hope you enjoy it, anon <3 It was my honor -Kitty  P.S Sorry for any mistakes!! <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You’ve been working for the First Order for a couple of years now and have come to terms that you were partnerless. Everyone around you already had Soul Mates minus a few like General Hux, The Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, and a few of the Storm Troopers. You were the only one that Kylo trusted to work on his TIE Fighter and that is how you came to find out that he had no soul mate. You knew you had romantic feelings toward the dark-haired ruler but could not act upon them for the fear of many reasons. One being you were still on the look out for your better half and another being he was intimidating.  Kylo Ren was always known for his harshness. His deep voice booming as he gave orders and his mask only making them more terrifying as he gave them, his temper was quickly set off if things did not go his way. He was known to destroy equipment or take his anger out on Troopers, Officers, and General Hux. But your thoughts of the dark hearted Prince changed when you caught him training, covered in sweat and breathing heavily as he fought with some trainees. He was in a black undershirt and his normal black trousers with his boots. There it was. The same shaped mark that you bare on your right forearm just below the bend of your arm. You hurried out of the training room and felt as if your world came crashing down around you. You were hyperventilating as your heart hammered against your chest so hard you thought it might explode out of your ribcage. It wasn’t until about a few days later when you were working hard on repairs for Kylo’s TIE fighter that you hadn’t noticed him walking up to check on your progress and to see why you ran out so quickly until his dark eyes flicked to your jumpsuit sleeves rolled up revealing a mark that was slightly covered by the ebony fabric of your uniform. No... could it be? He thought to himself. When you notice him standing a few inches from you, you jumped and smacked your head hard against the hull of his fighter jet.  “Su-Supreme Leader!” You managed to squeak out as you quickly pulled your sleeves down and wiped the sweat off your brow. “A-All most done, si-.”  “That’s enough. My chambers. Now.” Kylo stated before turning and walking faster than intended to his quarters. There it was. The suffocating feeling. You couldn’t breath. Your throat felt like it was closing and filled with glass as you forced your shaky legs to walk toward his room. You couldn’t stop the tears from pouring from your eyes as you covered your mouth to muffle the sobs that escaped you. Your whole body was shaky so badly you weren’t entirely sure how you managed to arrive without passing out from anxiety.  As soon as the door opened with a woosh and Kylo’s eyes were on you again he stood, his ebony brows knitting together in confusion at your emotional state, His heart twisting at the thought of what could possibly be making you cry like this. When the doors closed behind you he rushed over to you making you flinch. You say Kylo’s jaw clench making you feel guilty at the fact that you were cowaring in fear in his presence. He tutted his tongue as he brought his large hands up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing your tears away as he tilted your head up until your eyes met his.  “Please don’t be scared of me. I know I can be tough to be around and I am not exactly the one you wish to see but I must ask.. Could I see your mark?”  “Please don’t be mad?” Kylo smiled softly at your words as his hands moved to the zipper of your jumpsuit and unzipped it to your waist belt and pushed the top half down and took your arm in his hand. His thumb running over the matching mark. A big smile spreading on his face as tears swelled up along the waterline of his eyes. “Why would I be when I finally found you? My soul mate... I-I thought I was going to be alone forever. I could never be mad at you. I was just curious about your mark is all.” Kylo let out a sob filled chuckle as he pulled you close, resting his chin on the top of your head as he hugged you tightly.  Your heart swelled and you felt like you were floating on air. Kylo Ren was showing you a different side to him and you were lucky enough to be the one that was connected to his heart from the very beginning. Everything was falling into place and you never wanted to let him go. You finally had him. Your other half. Your soulmate. Your Kylo Ren.

[asirensrage]

Bestowed

Title: Bestowed Fandom: Star Wars (AU) Rating: M Pairing: Kylo Ren x Undescribed.Reader Word count: 1345 Warnings: kidnapping. sacrifice. assumed murder. stalking. magic.

Summary: Based on the scary story prompts from @darkpromptsyouneveraskedfor. Prompts include: 13) "I don't think of it as a curse, more a blessing." and 13) You wake up in the dark, on a slab of stone, with a pentagram drawn around you.

Notes: This is part of the Horror prompts series here.

You woke up slowly. And cold. That was the first thing you noticed. You tried to sit up but your arms don’t move the way you want them too. They’re bound together. The area is lit by candles and the fear that was growing in the pit of your stomach skyrockets to your throat. You’re on stone. It’s marked with something that you can't entirely make out in the flickering light, but it’s easy to trace the fact it goes around you. And under. 

“Don’t move.” The voice was deep and you looked around, trying to figure out where it came from. “It’s alright.”

“Pretty sure this is as far from alright as it gets,” you snap back. You lift your hands up, trying to tear at the binding with your teeth. Anything to get you out of here. It takes a few minutes before you even realize that every rip you manage to make heals itself. The bindings look as unblemished as they were before you started. “What the fuck?” 

“You won’t get out,” the voice tells you. “They won’t release for anyone but me.” 

“Then let me out.”

A figure moves into the candlelight. He’s tall and broad-shouldered. You can make out dark hair, pale skin, and a prominent nose. “I can’t do that.”

Your throat tightens but you try to ignore the fear that’s building. “Why?” 

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he says. “For longer than you know.” 

“Well, I’m not really into stalkers,” you try to be polite but firm and ignore the way your hands are shaking. “Next time, just ask a girl out for coffee, okay? Now can you untie me? My family is going to be looking for me.” 

“Ah yes. The sisters.” He starts to circle you and it’s hard to twist and keep him in sight. “There are five of you now, correct? Two passed away. One at birth, one as a child.”

You clench your jaw tightly. It was a painful reminder of the siblings you lost. The ones who came before you and just…never made it. They didn’t even get a chance. “How do you know that?” 

“I told you, I’ve been waiting for you. Public records and the internet do the rest if you know where to look.”

You shift, trying to throw your legs over the side of the platform you’re on. You need to get out of here. You need to go…as far away from here as possible. 

“It has been increasingly difficult to find one like you. The seventh child of a seventh child.”

“My dad really wanted a boy,” you explain. It hadn’t happened but they tried. They stopped with you. It had been your mother’s demand. She couldn’t take anymore. “That doesn’t fucking mean anything.” 

“It does.” He says it with complete assurance. “I have been waiting. Others have too. I won’t wait any longer.” He moves forward, shoving your legs back on the stone slab. “Don’t move. It’ll be less painful if you stay still.” 

“For what? Being ritualistically sacrificed? I think I’ll pass.” 

“It’s more than that. I am offering you something in return for what I will take.  In fact, something you yourself are not able to access due to your heritage. Others would simply rend the power from you and discard the husk that was left no matter what it did to you.  I call this a fair trade.”

“I don’t want it. I don’t want anything you’re going to curse me with.”

“I don’t think of it as a curse, more a blessing. Regardless, you do not have a choice.” 

He says something you don’t understand and lightning shoots down your spine. It feels as though you’re being electrocuted. The flames on the candles grow and the heat in your stomach increases. You cry out, tears building in your eyes and falling as it feels as though the blood in your veins is boiling. 

“Please! Stop!” you beg but his voice continues, echoing in your ears. 

The fire increases, your head swims and all you can do is scream until you black out. 

-

The next time you wake up, it's on something soft. 

Everything hurts. Your muscles keep twitching but you don’t feel like you can move. At least until one of your feet and calves cramp up. You can’t stop the tears or shooting up to sit, reaching for your leg. You don’t get the chance to. Someone touches you, fingers digging into the sore muscle. You swear but as the pain releases, you can’t help but fall back, exhausted again. 

You stare at the ceiling, ignoring the hands that continue to ease the cramping muscles. “What did you do to me?” 

“An exchange. Your lifespan is now tied to mine in exchange for access to the power you cannot reach for yourself.”

“What?” You force yourself to sit up, ignoring the pain. “What are you talking about?” you demand again when he doesn’t answer. 

“You have always been beyond…mortal. Now you are more.”

“I don’t want to be!” 

“There was no choice.” 

“There’s always a choice.”

You slap him without thinking. Your head whips to the side, cheek stinging. He hasn’t moved but you feel as though you’ve hit yourself. You stare at your hand in shock, wondering what happened. 

He gets up and you think you see a red mark where you know you hit him. As soon as his back is turned, you let yourself wince and mouth out an “ow”. 

“Here. Eat.” A plate is thrust into your vision. There is a small selection of fruits and granola bars. 

“Uh…thanks?” 

He nods and sits back down where he was before. He waits until you pick at one of the orange slices. “You’re an attractive target for those seeking to increase their power.” 

“...” You stare at him for a moment. “How is that possible? I’ve never done anything.” 

“You don’t need to. Power crosses from father to daughter or mother to son. It is inaccessible to the offspring, but not to one like me.”

You frown slightly. “What does that even mean?”

“But you cannot take something for nothing,” he continues as though you haven’t spoken. “There is always a price. I gave as much as I thought I would receive.” He leans forward. His hand touches the growing bruise on his cheek. You can see it fade, and as it does, sparks tingle under the skin of yours. His eyes bore into yours. 

“I don’t understand. Why didn’t you say any of this before kidnapping me?” 

“Would you believe me?”

“That doesn’t matter!” 

“You want the truth?” He waits until you nod. “After scrying for you, I…got sloppy with the search and I had to deal with two others who were on your trail. My home is warded for intruders and the ritual was done quickly. Neither of us is in danger anymore. You won’t be a target unless they kill me too.”

“That doesn’t solve everything,” you say, wondering if he’s going to ignore the kidnapping. 

“It does,” he nods. He pulls back slightly and reaches for something. You watch as he lifts a small bowl filled with a dark red liquid. He sets it down on the edge of the bed before reaching and grasping one of your wrists. You try to yank your hand back but his grip is firm. He dips his finger into the liquid and brings it to her skin. You watch as he draws a sigil. “This is where the magic pools.” He repeats the action with more symbols on your other wrist and neck. The marks burn slightly and your protests at the action fade as you realizes that the pain in your body is gone. Your psoriasis is even gone.

“Holy–”

He leans forward, blowing on the mark on her wrist. They light up, glowing red.

Your breath hitches as the sensation. You glance up, meeting his dark eyes as he watches your reaction. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. “What’s your name?”

“Kylo. You can call me Kylo.”

taglist: @raith-way @zeleniafic @jvstjewels @veetlegeuse  @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse @themaradwrites @kingsmakers @far-shores

[solohux]

✦ My 2021 Tumblr Ficlets Self-Rec List ✦

Here's a list of the 50 kylux prompts that I filled in 2021! Enjoy! ✦

Kylux

☾ the smuggler & the slave (1.4k words) Kylo is a smuggler who stole the beautiful red-haired slave from the Hutts , having taken one look at him and then fallen in love with him. Then, he finds out that he stole undercover General of the First Order.

☾ nesting instincts (743 words - mpreg warning) After being rescued from being kidnapped by their enemies, an injured and exhausted Omega Hux tries to make a nest for his unborn pup.

☾ hux's canvas (216 words) Alpha Hux admires the marks that he has left on Omega Kylo's skin.

☾ the morning after the bite (476 words) Omega Kylo and Alpha Hux have bonded.

☾ the smallest wingman (741 words) 10 year old Techie comes to his big brother with a problem. Hux rushes to help...but is it a trap?

☾ spy on the bridge (921 words) A spy has infiltrated the bridge and takes aim to kill General Hux. Luckily, Hux's Force-sensitive daughter is there to protect him.

☾ springtime on naboo (1k words - mpreg warning) Kylo and Hux take their triplets on a picnic.

☾ the secret child of ren (1.3k words) After Kylo fails to attend an important meeting, Hux storms into his chambers with the intention of reprimanding him. Instead, Hux finds Kylo holding a crying child.

☾ yes, sir (443 words) Alpha Hux takes a moment to appreciate just how beautiful Omega Kylo is.

☾ osean flu (569 words - implied mpreg) One of Hux's twins is ill with the flu.

☾ Armie’s All-Plants VS Falcon Burger Co. (935 words) Kylo's greasy burger van has competition from a new vegan burger van and its cute, red-haired owner.

☾ almost mine (1.9k words) Alpha Hux and Omega Kylo are waiting for the right moment to bond. Alpha Snoke has other plans for his omega apprentice.

☾ not as planned (723 words - mpreg warning) A horrendous storm prevents an in-labour Hux from getting medical assistance.

☾ the same lost look (503 words) Kylo becomes de-aged into his 5 year old self. General Hux must deal with the upset boy.

☾ the ghost child, part i (1.7k words) Hux sees a young girl wandering the halls of his ship at night. Is she a ghost? ...Or is she Kylo's sleepwalking daughter?

☾ the ghost child, part ii (1.2k words) Hux sees a young girl wandering the halls of his ship at night. Is she a ghost? ...Or is she Kylo's sleepwalking daughter?

☾ complications (886 words - mpreg warning) Problems arise during Hux's pregnancy.

☾ opposite destinies (748 words - implied mpreg) The Hux-Ren girls may be twins but they're as different as night and day.

☾ an ordinary exile (1k words - implied mpreg) Kylo and Hux learn to live ordinary lives with their children.

☾ waiting in silk (1.3k - mpreg warning) Alpha Chancellor Hux returns home from a gala to his heavily pregnant Omega SL Kylo.

☾ outnumbered at bath time (383 words - implied mpreg) Kylo gives his twin boys a bath. They make a mess.

☾ falling for the enemy (609 words - implied mpreg) The Hux-Ren twins go on a mission. One of them becomes enamoured with a young Resistance pilot.

☾ his father's son (2.4k words) Supreme Leader Ren and Emperor Hux are kidnapped. Their teenage son comes to their rescue.

☾ family is more than blood (1.2k words - mpreg warning) During a duel with Rey, she manages to feel Kylo's unborn baby through the Force. How long can Kylo hold on before Hux arrives?

☾ shipwrecked (836 words) Modern AU. Hux is shipwrecked on a deserted island and befriends a mer-octopus named Kylo. In exchange for food, Kylo wants to lay his eggs inside of a willing host.

☾ a kitsune's instincts (506 words - mpreg warning) Kylo has fallen pregnant with Fox Hux's litter. Hux becomes extremely protective of his beloved mate.

☾ of eggs, nests and incubators (698 words - mpreg warning) After having recently given birth to his and Kylo's clutch of eggs, Hux lies in his nest and contemplates things.

☾ i forgive you (2.3k words) Post-TROS. Ben has a feeling that General Hux isn't really dead. He searches the galaxy for him.

☾ A R K A N I S (607 words) Hux tells Kylo about his homeworld.

☾ my heartbeat (1.3k words) Alpha Kylo is seriously injured on a mission. Omega Hux uses their bond to calm him.

☾ shining (186 words) Armitage has never been anything less than a precious, beautiful gem to Kylo.

☾ straps (295 words) Hux wears a thong. Kylo loses his mind.

☾ under the care of his kits (686 words -mpreg warning) Wolf Kylo is pregnant with his and Fox Hux's second litter. His four little pups take care of him when he's feeling under the weather.

☾ home (742 words) Kylo rushes back to the Finalizer to be with Hux again.

☾ midnight mission (897 words) Kylo leaves in the middle of the night and returns with two orphans.

☾ cold, wet kitty (1k words) Catboy Hux returns from a mission soaked by rain and feeling miserable. Kylo offers to take care of him.

☾ starfall (413 words) Young Armitage wishes on a falling star. Across the galaxy, Ben feels something new.

☾ public thoughts (661 words) Whilst giving a speech to his people, Emperor Hux's mind is invaded with some horny thoughts from his husband.

☾ look at the stars, look how they shine for you (1.1k words) When he's planetside, Hux misses the stars. Kylo notices.

☾ allergies (361 words - no kylux, just hux brothers) Little Techie has an allergic reaction and has to go to the medbay. Hux reassures him that there's nothing to be afraid of.

Kylux Adjacents

☾ friction of a different kind - charlie barber/monty schafer (627 words) Omega Charlie gets into a fight with Nicole and ends up in a bar where he meets Alpha Monty.

☾ gun training - paul sevier/monty schafer (721 words) Paul comes home to find that Monty is training their 15 year old twins how to use guns.

☾ heat revelations - clan techie/matt the radar tech (767 words) Omega Techie goes into heat. Matt offers his help and some truths come to light.

☾ the softest alpha - kylo ren/clan techie (923 words) Alpha Techie investigates a disturbance in Deck 31. There, he finds that Omega Kylo has gone into heat.

☾ actions speak - clyde logan/stensland (1k words) Alpha Stensland and Omega Clyde have been together for a while but they aren't bonded. Is that causing Clyde to fall into so many heats?

☾ not until i met you - philip altman/thomas mcgregor (632 words) Alpha Philip has to stop himself from biting Omega Thomas's neck. Thomas asks why.

☾ the fear of needing more - toby grisoni/andrew henry (856 words) Omega Toby runs away from Alpha Andrew on the eve of their mating, terrified of commitment. Andrew tries to comfort him.

Darkpilot/BenPoe

☾ no one marks me (573 words) Omega Poe likes to tease. Alpha Kylo plays along.

☾ the collar (238 words) Alpha Kylo comes up with a way to show everyone just who Omega Poe belongs to.

☾ the same fucking thing (446 words) Omega Kylo beats up some handsy alphas. Alpha Poe isn't happy.

[thembohux]

So I got the idea for this little ficlet after @tatorsthots posted screenshots from About Time on their Twitter and saw this scene. I decided to write it after not having a super great day today. Purely self indulgent content

(Screenshot credit to @tatorsthots/thediktatortot on twitter)

18+, Minors DNI

Armitage Hux/OC

Warnings for brief mentions of pregnancy, fingering, piv sex and I think that’s it

“Are you busy?” Lita asked, appearing in the living room of their quarters. Armitage was sitting on the sofa, datapad in hand and stylus between his lips. He was working on the most recent schematic of a weapon he was creating for the Final Order. A pair of glasses sat low on his nose and he looked over them at the Empress. It was late in the cycle and Lita was ready to go to bed, but just wanted Armitage to join her. Even if he continued working, she wanted him to at least get comfortable. After they spoke.

“Unfortunately, yes. I can multitask, though, you’re well aware of that, my love.” Indeed, Empress Cetrye was aware of Hux’s ability to multitask. She knew how he’d manage to do his work impeccably whilst he had two fingers inside her cunt or, requiring even more of his focus, how he’d allow her to ride or suck his dick while he finished up designs, paperwork or went over speeches to be given.

“I was speaking with some of the advisors… Kylo and I both were and we decided that it would be best to go public about our marriage.”

Hux put the datapad down and looked at Lita. He knew this day would come. The Empress had just given birth to his child, after all. The Order knew, of course, but the public didn’t. Kylo, Lita and Armitage had been avoiding the topic for weeks, not wanting to stress themselves out too much. It had been a few months since Jeyla was born and she looked so much like her Papa that it was undeniable that Princess Jeyla Ren was the Grand Marshal’s child.

“Whatever is best for the Empire in the long run is fine by me.”

“Armitage—” Lita paused for a moment. She adored the man but it was undeniable: he was stubborn. She’d have to sweeten the deal, allow him control of the situation. “For every decision you make on the subject, I will take off one article of clothing.” That got him to look up from his work completely.

“Alright, you have my attention, young lady.”

Lita tried to stop the light flush from creeping along her cheeks and get her thoughts straight. She could already feel heat pooling low in her belly and a slight wet patch forming in her panties.

“Where will we announce it?”

“The ship is convenient and we wouldn’t have to leave. However, this could be rather scandalous news and in the past, speeches have not been well received when we make announcements people don’t like from an imperial war ship.” Armitage’s tongue grazed his lower lip as he thought, watching Lita’s hands begin to toy with the sash holding her dressing gown closed. “That leaves us with the homes on Arkanis and Naboo.” He tapped the stylus still in his hands against his lips. “We’ll announce it from Arkanis. It’s my home planet and we’ve already made plenty of announcements from Naboo.”

“Alright, Arkanis it is.” Lita pulled the sash loose and shrugged the robe off her shoulders. “Who will announce it? Kylo or me?”

“Kylo.” Lita began to undo the fasteners on the top of her sleep set. “Wait! We could always have Ellaria announce it.”

“Why would your sister announce it, Armitage?”

“Never mind, we’ll have Kylo do it.”

“Alright, Kylo it is.” Lita undid the fasteners, pushed the straps off and dropped the silk romper to the ground. Armitage watched as the soft fabric pooled at her ankles, leaving Lita in just a pair of panties. As he looked down, though, she covered her breasts with her hands. Hux raised an eyebrow at her actions. “Since you changed your mind, you have to wait to see them.”

That was fine with him. His eyes could continue to roam along the rest of her body. Hux was barely listening as he drank in every last detail, cock starting to throb in his trousers. He could admire all of the soft skin he’d soon mark with his teeth as he firmly held his beloved Empress in place, drawing loud moans from her throat and fucking her until they were both too exhausted to move. To be honest, Armitage would let her make the remaining decisions if he could look at her like this for just a bit longer. To look at all the tattoos she’d gotten over the years and appreciate the art.

“One more question. What are you wearing?”

“My uniform, I’d suppose.”

Lita didn’t move to take off her panties.

“I’m not going to take off my panties for just your uniform.”

“I thought you liked me in it. And out of it.” He’d lowered his tone to something more playful and sultry.

“You’re an Imperial consort and you want to show up in a Final Order uniform?”

“I made a decision. Take them off.”

A devious smile crept its way along Lita’s features.

“No.”

Armitage stood from the sofa, removing his glasses and setting them aside.

“I held up my end of the deal, darling, now it’s your turn.” Lita took a step back before turning and darting into the bedroom. It didn’t take much effort for Armitage to catch her, arms wrapping around Lita’s waist and pulling her against his chest the moment they were in the room. “Take your panties off, love.”

“Let me get you something nicer to wear,” Lita countered, starting to pull the lacy fabric down.

“I will if you take them off.”

Lita let them drop down around her ankles.

“I’m all yours, Grand Marshal. Thank you for— oh!” Lita didn’t finish speaking before Armitage ran his fingers between her thighs, pushing his middle finger into her soaked and needy cunt.

“So eager, your majesty,” he murmured. “On the bed.” Hux released her and Lita went to lay back, making herself comfortable as he finished undressing. The moment he was undressed, Armitage was pinning Lita down to the mattress and reaching down between them to rub the head of his cock along her entrance.

“Armitage, please!”

He pushed just the tip inside, savoring the soft gasps and moans Lita let out before he thrust the rest of the way inside, making her eyes roll back and curses slip out.

“Let me hear you, my love. Don’t be shy,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to her jaw as he began to thrust.

Tag list for Empress of the Known Galaxy AU: @starlightsearches @armitages-galaxy @poedameronsbeard @booksmusicteaandanimals @cleversturmhond @queenphasma (no pressure of course ❤️)

[wordsinthenight]

The Seventh Bride - Chapter 9

Summary: Reylo.  Through a strange twist of fate, Rey suddenly finds herself married to the Marquess of the Reach, a mysterious man who she has never seen and whose name she has never learned. All she knows is this: the Marquess has been married six times before, and each time, the dragon Kylo Ren has devoured his wife within a year of their marriage.

Medieval AU based off of “Psyche and Eros” and “East of the Sun and West of the Moon” with a healthy dose of “Beauty and the Beast” thrown in for good measure.

First Chapter Previous Chapter AO3

Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaape.

Rey opened her eyes blearily, the canopy above her slowly coming into focus.

Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaape.

Her husband was already gone for the day.  Rey sat up in bed, noting that the door on her side was already open.

Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaape.

There was a strange noise coming from outside of her room, and with it came the slightest shaking of the floor.  The sound made Rey’s skin prickle, and she had to resist the urge to scratch her arms.

Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaape.

Once she had dressed for the day, Rey left her room and went in search of the sound.  There was only one creature on the island big enough to shake the castle like that.

Ever since his wing had healed, Rey woke up about once a week to find that Kylo Ren had flown out across the lake.  Sometimes, he aided the Marquess in his business, though Rey wasn’t quite sure what that business was.  Sometimes, he went hunting - but when he did, he always returned to the island with whatever beast he had caught and shared a piece of his catch with Rey.

Even when he didn’t leave the island, he always sought Rey out at some point during the day.  Occasionally, it was to taunt her like he used to, though there was an air of affection to his teasing now, and the expectation that she would mock him back. Other times, he would only ask her questions - about her life before coming to the island, about how she was enjoying the island, if she was finding things to occupy her time.

It sounded strange, but her relationship with Kylo had become downright amiable, and Rey looked forward to their daily interactions.

Kylo Ren hadn’t left the island that morning.  Instead, Rey found him on one of the lower terraces, near the base of the castle.  Scratch marks covered one of the cobblestone walls, and the ground was scuffed.  The dragon hadn’t noticed her, and as Rey watched, he rammed his head against the wall before turning to scrape his cheek, then his side, along the wall.

Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaape.

“What are you doing?” Rey asked as she descended the steps toward him.

Kylo jumped when he heard her voice, despite the fact that she hadn’t been particularly quiet in her approach, and turned towards her briefly before turning away.  He hunched down, and Rey had to suppress a chuckle when he ducked his head to hide it under his paws.

He mumbled something, his words a low rumble in her ears, and Rey cocked her head.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“I’m molting,” he said louder, sounding somewhere between furious and mortified.  Without turning to look at her, he picked himself up again to smash his head against the wall once more.  “It itches.”  This time, when he rubbed his body against the wall, Rey could see a couple of scales pull loose from his hide and clatter to the ground below.  There were several dozen laying in the crease where the wall met the cobblestones.  “I hate it.”

“That bad, huh?” Rey asked, reaching out to rest a hand on his side.  As she ran her fingers along his hide, one of his scales moved strangely, and with a gentle tug, it came loose.

Rey glanced between Kylo and the inky dark scale in her hand.  The dragon had now turned his head to observe her.  “Does it hurt?”

“No.  I can feel it, but it’s not painful,” he told her.  “It’s...kind of like losing a loose tooth when it comes free, in that I can feel it tugging but it doesn’t hurt, and kind of like regrowing hair, because the new scales growing in itch.”

Sure enough, when Rey stuck her fingers into the space where the scale had been, she could feel the thin edge of a new scale poking out of the softer flesh underneath.  When her fingers touched his skin, a shiver ran down Kylo’s hide, his scales clicking together quietly.  “Tickles,” he mumbled by way of explanation.  “Sorry.”

Rey’s mouth quirked upwards as she set both hands to his scales this time to hunt out loose ones.  She tugged a loose one gently, but it stayed put, so she left it along for another day.  “So,” she said playfully, trying to hold back the laughter.  “Are we going to have a naked dragon on our hands sometime in the next few weeks?”

Kylo groaned at her comment.  “It’s like shedding, not like humans losing hair as they age.  Other animals lose their thick coats after winter - dragons regrow their scales to replace the old, damaged ones once a year.”

Rey smiled as she moved closer to his head, continuing her work as she went.  Scale after scale dropped at her feet as she moved along his body.  “You’re just grouchy because you’re going bald.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, but lay his head down on the ground so she could reach the scales on his forehead as she reached his head.

Like the places around his joints, the scales on Kylo’s head where smaller, but more numerous, which slowed Rey’s work considerably.  One of the silver scales around his eyes came loose, and Rey turned it in her fingertips to get a closer look at it.  It didn’t look like a precious metal - more like a mirror, actually.  Rey could see her image reflected back at her in miniature in the scale.

“Pretty,” she murmured to herself as she turned the scale this way and that.  Kylo shifted slightly next to her, listening in on her talking to herself.  Rey wondered if shed dragon scales could be used to make armor - they were remarkably hard, and she imagined they might be heat-resistant, too.  Maybe she’d have to borrow a few to see if anything could be done with them in the forge.

For now, she tossed it to the side like the rest, and returned her hands to Kylo’s brow.  The silver scales lining his eyes reminded her of something - they almost looked like the little gray hairs some of the older residents of Jakku had sprouted as they had aged.

“How old are you?” Rey blurted out, suddenly feeling embarrassed.  It was one thing to tease someone young that they were getting old, but to comment on the age of someone who was already elderly felt remarkably rude - 

“Thirty,” Kylo replied, without a hint of hesitation.

Oh, thank goodness.  For a moment, Rey had been worried she had offended an old man.  Then, the strangeness of the statement struck her.  “Wait, you’re only thirty?  Don’t dragons live for millenia?  When do they reach maturity?”

“Well, for most dragons - ”

That was when she knew that she had him.  “Oh, gods, you’re a baby dragon, aren’t you?” she gasped dramatically.  “I can’t believe Maz has let me swear in front of and boss around a literal child - ”

“Rey, I am an adult by both dragon and human standards, and I have been for quite some - ”

“Please tell me the Marquess reads you to sleep at night; no kid should have to go to bed without a good bedtime story.”

Finally, Kylo caught on to the laughter in her voice.  “I dislike you very much,” he said, but there was a rumble in his chest that told Rey that he was chuckling as well.

Rey’s fingers were running across his snout when he spoke again.  “I might like it, though,” he said quietly.  “If you read to me from time to time - while it’s still bright out, so you don’t strain your eyes.”

“I’m not very good at it,” Rey admitted.  “We had people who came by to teach the apprentices to read when we were children, but I didn’t get much of a chance to practice.  My master thought there were better ways to spend our time than sitting around with our noses in books.”

“This is a good chance to practice,” he replied.  “I’ll help you.  I may not look it, but I am a great lover of books.  They just don’t make enough in sizes appropriate for dragons.  And...I like the sound of your voice.  It’s a good storyteller’s voice.”

“You have to say that if you want me to keep helping you,” Rey said as she plucked another scale and tossed it over her shoulder.

“I mean it.”  Kylo turned his head to look at her.

“Thanks,” she said at the same time as she plucked a particularly stubborn scale from just above his eye.

They settled into a companionable silence after that, interrupted only by the sound of scales clattering on stone as Rey pulled the loose ones from Kylo’s hide and threw them onto the ground.  Only once did Rey have to ask him to move, and he settled on his opposite side and stretched out his head so she could reach the scales on his chin and neck.

This hadn’t been the experience Rey had been expected when she had left Jakku.  Then again, she hadn’t known what she had expected when she had agreed to become the Marquess’ wife - maybe an angry husband who threw her around every time he flew into a rage, or one who would imprison her in a birthing room, expecting child after child until she gave him a son.  Or, worse - that she would spend her days cowering in the Marquess’ castle, hiding from a dragon on the hunt for his next meal.

This was the furthest thing from what she had expected.  Rey had been married for nearly half a year now, and she was all but ignored by her husband beyond him climbing into bed next to her at night.  Her days were peaceful, and she had found things to occupy her time with, though sometimes she still longed for the days of sprinting across the desert of Falcon’s back.  Strangest of all, she had managed to befriend the dragon under her husband’s command.

She didn’t know how it had happened, but it was true - she counted Kylo among one of her closest friends.  She shared secrets with him - not intentionally, but occasionally, tidbits of her old life or her dreams about her parents would slip out, and he would always react with kindness or wit or sympathy, but never pity.  Sometimes, he would let things slip, too - things about his mother, or tidbits of knowledge that a dragon would have no right to know - like that he enjoyed reading.

It was strange to say, but Rey trusted him, even against her instincts.

Even though she knew the fate of the six girls that had come before her - and what would likely be her eventual fate.

“I’m going to be really sad if you eventually have to eat me,” she mumbled to herself as she stroked her fingers down his chest.

Kylo’s ears were always sharper than she thought they were.  She felt his chest expand and deflate as he heaved a sigh and turned towards her.  A paw wrapped around her back to draw her closer to him and force her to look at him.  Despite the sharp claws hanging over her shoulder, Rey wasn’t afraid.

“Little Marquesa,” Kylo stressed, “I’m not going to eat you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Rey waved him off.  “You don’t want to kill me, I don’t really want to be killed, by you or otherwise.”

“Then why do you keep bringing it up?  I don’t understand why you’re so worried about this.”

“Because it’s not either of our choice,” she snipped at him.  “Both you and Maz have told me multiple times - the Marquess will decide whether I live or die.”

“The Marquess,” Kylo ground out, “isn’t going to order me to kill you.”

“But you don’t know that,” she pressed back.

At this distance, Rey could hear Kylo grinding his teeth.  “No,” he finally admitted, “I don’t.  But I do know that he doesn’t want you dead.”

Rey sighed deeply.  “I know you think that,” she chided, “but you don’t know what it’s like between us.”

“Is he unkind to you?” Kylo pressed.  “He doesn’t hurt you or say unkind things to you?”

“Never,” Rey replied.  “He’s very...well-mannered, I suppose, but he doesn’t care about me, not as a real person.  We don’t speak, and I never see him.  I’m just the girl he happens to sleep next to at night.  It doesn’t matter if it’s me or someone else - I’m just another in a long line.”

“You’re not,” he snapped.  “You could never be replaced.”

Rey’s stance softened a little at his words, and she reached out to rest a hand on his cheek.  “I’m glad you think so,” she said quietly, “but in this case, it doesn’t matter what you think.”

Kylo jerked away from her touch, fuming.  Rey could see the hurt in his eyes, but couldn’t understand what she had done to put it there.

“I’ll make you understand,” Kylo snarled as he stood to put distance between the two of them.  “I’ll make you see that you have nothing to fear here.”

Rey didn’t see him again for the rest of the day.

She didn’t bring up their argument again when they saw each other the next day, and neither did he.

Deep down, he knows I’m right, Rey thought to herself one morning as she sat in front of the mirror and brushed out her hair.  He might not like to think about it, but it’s true.  The Marquess could order him to kill me at any point, and neither of us could do anything about it.  Maybe Kylo could refuse to do it - or could he?  Rey had no idea whether it was friendship or magic or something that bound the Marquess and Kylo together, but there was every possibility that Kylo had no choice but to follow her husband’s wishes.

It didn’t matter either way.  If the Marquess wanted her dead, Rey had to doubt that he could find a way to do it, with or without his dragon’s help.

It was best not to think about it, though.  Pondering the inevitability of her own death was useless, and even if its shadow constantly hung over her, Rey didn’t want to go spiraling into turmoil and despair again, not when she was just becoming comfortable.

No, better not to think about it at all.

Rey was so preoccupied with her own thoughts, she didn’t even hear anyone enter the room.  She jumped when Maz placed the wrapped package on the table in front of her.

“From his Lordship,” Maz said.

Rey’s eyes darted from the package in front of her to Maz, who stared expectantly at her.  “From the Marquess?”

“Yes.”

“My husband, the Marquess?”

“I don’t believe there’s any other Marquess living on this island.”

Rey’s eyes finally focused on Maz.  “...Thank you?” she eked out.

“My Lady,” Maz said with a respectful tilt of her head downwards, then left her alone in the room.

Rey stared down at the parcel in front of her with no small amount of trepidation.  What in the world could her husband have gotten her?

With great caution, Rey pulled on the string that held the parcel closed and revealed what was within.

It was...not as terrifying as she had feared, but far more confusing.  Rey held each of the two items in her hands and stared down at them.  In her right hand was a hairbrush, in her left a mirror.  Both were made of what looked to be ivory, with patterns of gold adorning the back of both.  A single one was probably more expensive than everything she had owned in Jakku put together.

Why would he give me these?

Did he...not like her hair?  Rey frowned at the thought.  Was something about it unsatisfactory to him?

Slowly, Rey’s confusion turned to frustration.  What did he care what her hair looked like?  He wasn’t even around during the day to see it, and she certainly wasn’t going to style it for bedtime.  It was a waste of time and a waste of resources for something that she was just going to sleep in, especially if it was for the benefit of a husband who didn’t care for her existence in the slightest.

Rey had all day to stew on his mysterious gift, and by the time she had climbed into bed and the door had been sealed behind her, she was fuming.  When her husband entered the room, she didn’t say anything to him, nor he to her.

As he settled into bed next to her, he didn’t turn onto his side to face the wall.  Instead, he turned to face her.  Rey could feel his eyes boring into her back as he stared at her.  She could almost feel his expectancy in the air, like he expected her to thank him for his generous gift.

Rey pulled the covers further up her body and curled further into the bed, purposefully ignoring him.  If he didn’t like the way her hair looked, he could tell her himself, instead of sending her a passive-aggressive gift.  After a few minutes, Rey heard him sigh softly, and the burning in the center of her back disappeared as he closed his eyes.

That wasn’t the end of it, though.  Three days later, Maz stopped by with another gift, this time in a bag made of lavender velvet.  “From His Lordship,” she said simply as she dropped the bag in her lap and left once more.

This time, his gift was comprised of a number of small bottles of fancy bath oils and perfumes.  One of the glass bottles shattered in her right hand when she clenched it too hard.  Now her husband didn’t like the way she smelled?

It was like that from then on.  Every few days, Maz would appear with some new parcel or package.  “From His Lordship,” she would say, and Rey would do her best to thank her.  First came the pair of silk gloves, then brooch with the fire-red ruby.  Then came the diamond choker necklace and the fur wrap and the yards and yards of lace fabric.

Not all of them were criticisms of her appearance, which confused Rey the most.  Once, she received a box of truffles, with each chocolate painstakingly wrapped in edible gold leaf.  Another time, it was a bottle of wine, which Maz was told her was made from a plant that only bloomed once every hundred years.  Rey was ashamed to admit that she indulged in a small glass before shelving it on principle, like she had with his other gifts.

Then, every night, the Marquess would come to her, staring at her back as they lay together in bed.  Rey didn’t know what to say - too angry or confused or frightened to even speak.  Eventually, though, he would close his eyes, and Rey could finally fall into a fitful slumber.

The next day, the cycle would begin anew, and Rey dreaded it every day.  

This was something new from everything she had experienced on this island so far.  If things were the same, if they fell into a pattern, Rey knew that she was safe.  But the moment things changed, Rey’s fate was in limbo once more.

And that was the crux of it, wasn’t it?  Rey had no idea what the Marquess expected to gain from giving her these lavish gifts.  Clearly, he wanted something, but Rey had no idea what.  It wasn’t that she thought he was a bad person - her husband had shown her kindness in the past, and she didn’t believe he wanted to hurt her intentionally.

Then again, hadn’t he done just that to all of his other wives?

Rey didn’t know what to do.  She wondered if the other girls that had come before her had gone through this, as well.  Worst of all - the gifts were usually both expensive and useless.  What was she to do with a golden comb to hold up her hair?  As she looked at it, she couldn’t help but think of how many portions the silly thing could have bought her when she lived in Jakku.

Finally, Rey broke down one morning when she walked out of her room to find Maz standing in front of a dress form.  Hanging from it was the most beautiful, most frivolous thing she had ever seen.  “From His Lordship,” Maz said, once again.

The ball gown was made of cloth-of-silver, though when Rey picked up the hem, the fabric was as soft as silk.  The sleeves swept off the shoulders of the form and connected to a sweetheart neckline.  The waist of the dress was studded with sapphires that trailed down the skirt, with the jewels thinning out the further they went towards her feet.

Rey let the fabric slip from her fingers, smooth as water.  “Maz,” she said softly, “what does he want from me?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“He’s giving me all these things.  I didn’t ask for them.  I don’t want them.”

“You mean - you don’t know?”

Rey shook her head, still staring at the beautiful, awful dress in front of her.

All of a sudden, Maz began to chuckle.  Then, she began to laugh, her voice quickly turning into a full-throated guffaw that echoed around the castle.  Rey turned to look at her, feeling more than a little insulted that Maz found her confusion so humorous.

“I apologize,” Maz said once she had regained herself, though she was still chortling between phrases.  “I just...it seemed so obvious to me.  I’m surprised you don’t know.”

Rey flushed, but it didn’t stop her from stomping her foot like a child.  “Well, clearly, I don’t know,” she said churlishly.

“No, no, I don’t suppose you would,” Maz said, patting her on the back as high as her short stature would allow.  “Some people are more oblivious than others.  You two are well-matched.”

Rey shot her a strange look.  “What do you mean by that?”

“My Lady,” Maz said with a twinkle in her eye, “I believe he’s trying to court you.”

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Leia's not really surprised at all, to be honest, but, for the sake of his pride, she should probably pretend to be.

find a thread to pull, and we can watch it unravel again_please

The war is over, Snoke dead at Rey and Kylo's hands. The two of them find themselves feeling a bit out of place as the Resistance celebrates and decide that the answer is a bit of good old fashioned Corellian whiskey. Enjoyed responsibly, of course. And in private.

Because You're There disasterisms

Three years ago, Rey had not yet climbed Everest.

Presenting the first half of my fic/art trade with the lovely lilithsaur, based on her trash triplets x 2 universe. The gist is that there are three Solo boys— Kylo, Ben, and Matt (the character from Adam Driver's SNL skit)— and three Kenobi girls— Kira (dark Rey), Rey, and Daisy (undercover Rey).

Sword of the Jedi (series) diasterisms

“What do you think?” Luke asks his nephew. “She has potential.”

“She bit me, Master,” is Ben’s stiff response. “Any opinion I give would be biased.”

Or: Everyone is connected, even if, sometimes, it's just by the skin of our teeth. Even in the midst of darkness, still, luminous beings are we.

Reign OptimisticBeth

Alternate Ending to "The Last Jedi." Rey accepts Kylo Ren’s offer in return for the lives of the retreating ships.

Political maneuvering is not Rey's forte. She must adjust to life as the First Order's first lady, making friends and enemies along the way and indulging in sweet awkward romance with her Ben.  

Burgeoning Hope crossingwinter

#ShesPregnantAndHesDumbAndHasntLeftHisJobYet

miles from where you are mooncactus

After an argument over Star Wars fandom with a "gatekeeping, entitled monster" with the cryptic username of KyloRen, Rey finds herself stuck in a series of unavoidable video calls.

Prisoner orphan_account

Rey has been running all her life. She had known since she was a small girl that she was born with the powers that had been cursed and labeled evil by the galaxy. Running had worked for so long, that she was almost surprised when the bounty hunter Kylo Ren had caught her trail. But they might have more in common than they both originally thought.

Hand of Fate sweetestcondition

Rey is offered a choice at the end of Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi. This time, she takes the hand of Kylo Ren, grasping at the chance to transform the First Order from the inside. She hopes to create a Resistance from within, starting with the heart of Ben Solo. | feat. KoR, Kezzik

keep me in your clouded mind hi_raeth

Flu season has claimed its latest victim: Rey’s roommate, Ben Solo. But it’s fine. She’ll get him dressed, bring him to the hospital, and everything will be okay. Things are totally under control.

Except for the part where Ben has completely lost his verbal filter and keeps babbling about his feelings for her.

Exile Ernzo

The war is over and the First Order has fallen. Ben has returned home to face his consequences.

A story of Rey and Ben finding peace in the aftermath of war as Ben accepts his punishment.

made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter disasterisms

The First Order does not exist, what is dead stays dead, and they grow up together at Luke's Jedi Academy.

Or: The one where everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

(Then again, it's Ben and Rey, so maybe things hurt a little.)

A little ginger, a little honey Areah51

Rey is sick, and Ben shows up where he's not wanted, but in the end, we all need someone to take care of us when we're ill.

my wildest wind (come blow into my room) meritmut

“Would it have been so terrible?” he asks. “Staying?”

Could we have had this? she thinks, like she always does.

Non-consecutive ForceTime vignettes in the days, weeks and months after Crait.

Play to Win Enterprisingly

Ben Solo – aka KyloRen – is a professional gamer, playing the first-person-shooter StarKiller for the internationally ranked eSports team, The First Order. He’s made a name for himself as a ruthless competitor with a ferocious temper and top-notch skills that can’t be beat. That is, until a mystery player named ReyOfLight begins thoroughly trouncing him whenever they cross paths.

Unwell AquaWolfGirl

Jakku was cold, but nothing compared to Hoth. While staying at the old Rebel base, Rey catches a cold, and someone is a huge worry wart over the woman who denied his offer.

The One Where He Decides writing_reylo

He’s on the bridge and he’s alone.

The First Order are no more.

It only took him a year, carefully manipulating every weak mind he came across, emotionally manipulating the ones he couldn’t.  

Embers sciosophia

All the myriad things he’d been—someone who made her laugh; the warmth on the other side of the bed; her best friend—those things, Rey had buried.

Rey left Ben two years, three months, and sixteen days ago. But who's counting?

Interstellar Transmissions LovelyThings, ricca_riot

Rey’s interrogation at the hands of Kylo Ren triggered an awakening in the Force, as well as an unwelcome bond that links them across the galaxy and grows stronger every day.

What Stays and What Fades Away astra_inclinant

Her feelings for Kylo Ren are quiet, not acknowledged, but deeply felt. She cannot make peace with them and send them from her mind.

Or, everyone is emotionally stunted and no one has healthy coping skills.  

Our Heaven is Just Waiting FrostedFox

It's his turn to fall wounded before her, and her turn to decide where to go from there.

If only she could convince him to stay alive.

make it look just the way i planned TheJGatsby

Ben buys the painting on a brokenhearted impulse, and somehow it ends up being exactly the right choice.

(Based on the song Paint Me a Birmingham)

[chromium-siren]

𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔 ! 

FULL NAME.      Phasma. referred to as Lenina Phasma by Brendol Hux. (name depends on verse- modern tends to be Gwendoline or Charlotte. 1920s- Cora or Charlotte. Borg- Eight of Ten) PRONUNCIATION.      Fas-muh  NICKNAME.       The Captain. Silver Siren. Murderess. Dollface (by mobsters). Lennie. Lottie (modern/20s). Angel. Ariel (modern).  GENDER.         cis female HEIGHT.     6′3″  AGE.         20s-30s. I dunno, deals with the verse. ZODIAC.         Scorpio SPOKEN LANGUAGES.     Basic. English, French, Spanish, Italian, Klingon (Borg verse)

𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 ! 

HAIR COLOR.       blonde.  EYE COLOR.       Blue- some people say sapphire, others say Windex. SKIN TONE.        pale BODY TYPE.        muscular, but lithe ACCENT.         British? May also have a French accent depending on verse (mainly Beauxbatons) VOICE.         Feminine (duh). Somewhere between mezzo-soprano and alto. this also applies to singing voice.  DOMINANT HAND.         right hand POSTURE.         tall, won’t hesitate to cut a bitch. SCARS.         This hoe has a lot of scars. Canon- nasty one near her right eye from that battle with Finn. Borg verse- probably where the assimilation tubes took control of her and others from battles TATTOOS.       modern verse- quite a few. Persian cat, scales on her right leg, pin-up mermaid, vintage microphone, sea shell  BIRTHMARKS.         some freckles. maybe a beauty mark close to her lip. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).    blue eyes, hair, beauty mark, height (duh)

𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 ! 

PLACE OF BIRTH.        The Scyre, Parnassos. HOMETOWN.         The Scyre, Parnassos (or just Parnassos, California for modern verses) BIRTH WEIGHT.         assumed healthy baby weight   BIRTH HEIGHT.          assumed slightly above average baby length  MANNER OF BIRTH.       natural (or C-section) FIRST WORDS.       mama, dada SIBLINGS.         Keldo (brother) PARENTS.        unnamed parents- (Richard and Brigitte in modern verse) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.      In canon verse, Phasma’s parents struggled to survive on the hellish planet of Parnassos and probably died of radiation poisoning. In modern AUs, Phasma and Keldo had a normal life with good parents. From Richard, Phasma got her striking height and eyes. From Brigitte, the hair and singing voice. 

𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 !  

OCCUPATION.        Canon: captain of the First Order’s stormtroopers. Modern: college student, veterinarian, singer (mainly opera or jazz), artist. (all depends on verse) 1920s: singer, showgirl, bootlegger, artist CURRENT RESIDENCE.         Canon: Starkiller Base. Modern: depends- Parnassos,  California; New York City; London; Paris. (depends on verse) Beauxbatons. 1920s: New York, Chicago, Hollywoodland  CLOSE FRIENDS.        Kylo Ren. Armitage Hux. Dopheld Mitaka. The Borg Collective. Belladonna (symbiote verse) RELATIONSHIP STATUS.        depends- either single, married, or dating FINANCIAL STATUS.       middle class. 1920s- wealthy. DRIVER’S LICENSE.    modern verse yes CRIMINAL RECORD.        depends. probably has a big one in canon verse. 1920s: bootlegging.  VICES.       smokes, drinks, shopaholic

𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ! 

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.         depends, mainly bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.      panromantic    PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.       submissive |  dominant |  SWITCH 

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.       submissive |  dominant  |  SWITCH LIBIDO.       average to high TURN ONS.         gorgeous girls, handsome men, roses, being spoiled, champagne, soft lighting and Billie Holiday on the record player TURN OFFS.        being treated as property, insults, dishonest people LOVE LANGUAGE.      actions, touch, words RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.       Loyal to her partner, will be sweet towards them, often cares for them, will probably sing for them.

𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄 ! 

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.   God, this is a tough one. Overall- Queen Bitch by David Bowie. 1920s- All That Jazz from Chicago, Sugar Blues by Ella Fitzgerald HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.      reading, training, singing, playing piano, playing cards, karaoke MENTAL ILLNESSES.    none  PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.       none LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.       goes between left and right brain PHOBIAS.     failure, death, snakes, laryngitis, the uncanny valley SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.       Phasma is a confident woman- she knows she is strong and beautiful, and will probably hurt you to get what she wants. VULNERABILITIES.     stubborn, vanity.

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tagging : @casaleweswhit @ask-ziggy-stardust @first-order-of-hux @bxwtothefirstorder  @txrkin @general-kalani and I dunno who else.

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Inertia

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by lifeofsnark

An object in motion will remain in motion unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. ~~~ In the wreckage of what was once the United States a new Empire is attempting to rise. After accidentally stumbling across what has recently been causing disturbances in the Force Kylo Ren is sent to retrieve this unknowing Force user. They form a bond for mutual survival, and set themselves on a path that draws them closer and closer together. ~~~ Excerpt: Kylo didn’t have anything to say to that. “You could rule worlds,” he told her, his voice strong. “You could topple empires and mountains. You could rip magma from the core, you could drive islands into the sea, and yet you sit in here carving lines into to wall.”

“I will carve my marks into the wall,” she said. “I will remind myself why I am here, everyday, from now until I leave this place.”

“You’ll leave here under your own power, because of your power, or you’ll leave here in a burial jar,” he shot back, his temper rising to meet hers.

Words: 1941, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hux, Phasma (Star Wars), Guy's I'm the worst I like to work with such a small core cast

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Tags to be added as I post chapters, This will earn the E rating in future chapters, Slow Burn, like so slow guys again I am the worst, My first Reylo fic!, Okay PLOT TAGS NOW:, dystopian au, Setting: the wreckage of what used to be the US, so they don't actually go to space, They still use the force, But it's also viewed as a kind of magic, Kylo kidnaps Rey, They form a Force bond out of a mutual need to stay alive, Which I guess is slightly different, The birth of Grey Force-users, Seriously I have such a kink for how powerful Kylo is, There's a lot of "He could heave the mountains from their moorings" kind of bullshit going on, Rey is going to be a little fucked up and a lot angsty, BUT LET US BE HONEST these two being fucked up TOGETHER is why we love them

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Kylux, Resistance Hux!AU

Okay so I have a lot of feelings about a full cast switch–First Order is Resistance and Resistance is First Order–but I haven’t thought about Resistance Hux!AU exclusively outside of @sithofren‘s fic Third Degree which I haven’t finished yet but I love so far. Still, I’m going to give it my best shot!

At a relatively young age, Hux decided that enough was enough. His father was failing–the Empire was gone–and there was no sense sticking around with a sinking ship. He stole a shuttle and made for Hosnian Prime. For the next few years, Hux found himself in dire financial straits and on the street more than he was off of it, but he persevered. A combination of illicit activity, dogged determination, and sheer luck found Hux a candidate for the New Republic’s fleet. He made some credits but more or less found himself equally miserable. He might have drowned at the bottom of the bottles he grew to be so fond of during that period if he hadn’t been tapped by a supporter of the newly-established Resistance. He could be a pilot for them, they reasoned. The work would matter. Hux vacillated before admitted that he didn’t want to be a pilot. The supporter had done their research; of course not, they said, that’s not where your talents really lie. Hux might have bristled but they followed it up with soothing, ego-boosting remarks about his ability to talk circles around others, to fight on when no one else would, and his drive to succeed. Hux was hooked, and with the promise of a Senate sponsor (because he wanted his credits, damn it all) he found himself a slot in the Resistance as a troubleshooter of sorts–someone willing to do almost anything to get intel and new recruits.

Hux is absolutely one of the poster boys for Resistance recruitment. He’ll deny up, down, and sideways that it’s the hair, but the hair helps. He meets contacts across the galaxy, and through a combination of good looks and smooth talking he manages to accomplish his goals. The one problem the Resistance uncovered rather quickly is Hux’s xenophobia. He tries, though not very hard, to accept non-humanoid species, but his distaste for them is evident enough that he’s only sent after them on kill operations. If the Resistance needs more pilots/money/supplies/what have you from a non-humanoid species, Hux is sidelined in favour of someone else. (Hux doesn’t like that, not one bit, but he also doesn’t like aliens, so maybe it all balances out.)

When Luke goes missing, Hux is one of the many agents sent out to find him. He refuses to return empty-handed, though he grows frantic in his search. He runs out of fuel too many times to count and gets himself involved with an unsavoury crowd in order to keep going. The Resistance marks him as dead and carries on. Hux is not dead, just angry–at Luke for going missing, at the Resistance for not giving him more (non-existent) intel to work with, at himself for not doing his job and finding the person he’s meant to find. In the process of combing the galaxy, though, Hux hears of the First Order. It’s not that they’ve been unknown to him–he is fighting them, after all–but what he hears gives him pause. He discovers that Rae Sloane--his old mentor, once a Grand Admiral in the Imperial Navy--is still alive.

Sloane isn’t particularly happy to see Hux when he arrives, though she says that she’s not surprised. She’s been waiting for him to return for decades now. She’s disappointed in him, does he know? He says yes, he expects she is. She guesses he’s there to kill him, and he says he’s thought about it. He has, too, but that’s not why he’s here. He pours them each a drink and she laughs, says he’s gone soft. He asks her where Luke Skywalker went. Sloane’s not impressed with his question. “Come on, boy, use your head,” she tells him. She hasn’t been in with the Order for years, not since Snoke took power. Everything’s gone to hell. It’s not the organization she built, not the one she wanted. Hux presses her to tell him what she knows so they can build a better one.

He doesn’t mean it, except he does, and when he returns to the Resistance base armed with plenty of First Order plans--nearly everything Sloane had--the idea won’t leave him alone. He’s always wanted control; that’s why he likes these scouting operations, because he has control and power over what happens. What he does is important, and people recognize that. But if he built his own system... He sets the thought aside. There are too many players on the field right now, and he likes the Resistance, distant from most of them though he is. He’s a person here, a person with valued skills, a person who’s important precisely the way he is. His father never valued him as-is, and neither, for that matter, did Sloane. There’s something to be said for that.

Sloane’s dead, by the time he returns. She killed herself. There’s no one to back up Hux’s source information, but that’s of little importance to the Resistance. No, it’s a bigger problem for the First Order. His trip to see Sloane didn’t escape their notice, no matter how hard he tried to keep himself incognito. Snoke is particularly interested in Hux--he’d wanted that boy for the Order, and he had the audacity to break loose and join first the New Republic and then the Resistance. He wants him captured, returned to the fold if possible, and killed if not. Kylo Ren is sent on this mission.

Ren succeeds. He toys with Hux, drags him part of the way to the shuttle kicking and screaming. Hux is a vicious fighter, though he’s not the best; there was no overbearing father or Grand Admiral or Snoke to beat him into fighting shape. When Ren gets bored with him, he knocks him out.

Hux wakes aboard the Finalizer, strapped to an interrogation chair. Hux isn’t impressed with Ren, not in the slightest. Ren gives him the ultimatum, and Hux just laughs. Like hell is he going to join his father’s pet project. He doesn’t want to die, not in the slightest, but going back to the Empire or First Order or whatever they want to call themselves with his tail between his legs is hardly what he’d call a good time.

Ren’s ready to do things the hard way when he’s called outside of the interrogation room: a piece of the map to Skywalker has, allegedly, been located. A Resistance transmission was intercepted; someone now is headed to Jakku. Ren leaves Hux behind to get the map with the promise that Hux ought to have changed his mind by then.

Hux sort of drifts in and out at that point; he’s exhausted and, yes, a little scared, and pissed as all hell. He’s thirsty and hungry and in desperate need of a ‘fresher--but when the doors to his cell open, it’s not Ren who’s there.

Or, the thing looks like Ren. It’s not, though--the mask is different. Hux glares balefully and tells it not to come any closer. The creature obeys, and Hux remembers--something he hasn’t thought of for a long, long time.

The Knight--for Hux learns that he is a Knight of Ren--frees him from the interrogation chair at Hux’s own instruction. He leads Hux out, to a ship in the hangar bay, only to be stopped by Ren himself, demanding to know where his colleague is taking his prisoner.

Hux orders the Knight to fight on his behalf, but the Knight is quickly cut down. Ren demands to know how he gave the orders--how he got the Knight to listen to him. Hux attempts to flee and is quickly captured again. There’s little place to run aboard a Star Destroyer.

During this time, of course, Finn’s in the process of escaping with Poe Dameron, who’d been captured on Jakku. Ren isn’t aware because he’s bringing Hux before Snoke. Hux, thinking perhaps Ren is just a defective one of the kids Hux had once held complete sway over, tries ordering him to remove his mask. Ren, obviously, refuses, until Snoke does the same. Ren removes his mask, and Hux recognizes the face. He calls Ren by his birth name, and Ren’s ready to kill him before Snoke gives the order not to. He’s curious about Hux’s ability to control the Knights--he’d known that Brendol could do it, but Armitage? The weak-willed boy, thin as a slip of paper and twice as useless? (They’re not his father’s words, but oh how they sting.) Snoke wants to know more. He will keep Hux alive and under observation until the mechanism of that control is elucidated.Hux finds himself a permanent resident of the Finalizer. Each day, cycle, whatever they use, one of the Knights is brought to Hux. Hux is meant to give them orders so that Ren can observe with the Force how it is done. Hux initially refuses, then tries to get the Knight to attack Ren, then seeing how both are futile, pretends not to hear. He’s not at all inured to torture, so each day is agony, but he tries. Stars, how he tries. He tries to remind Ren of who he was, tries to ask what happened to him, but Ren won’t speak of it, and whenever Hux brings it up, it only means suffering.

Starkiller fires. Hux isn’t aware of it until Ren tells him of it. He asks if Hux lost anyone, if Hux cares. Hux goes into something like shock. He didn’t know anyone except he sort of did--old companions he flew with while he was with the New Republic, perhaps a few Resistance contacts. He feels and doesn’t feel, and he retreats into himself.

Starkiller explodes, and Hux doesn’t see Ren for several days. When he returns, it’s not with a Knight but instead with silence. They sit there all day, seemingly just watching each other. It’s comfortable in a very, very uncomfortable way. This continues for quite some time until Hux demands, nearly broken down, to know what’s going on, why he just looks now, and Ren removes the helmet.

It’s not--it’s not the worst wound Hux has ever seen, but it’s seen better days. Clearly, no one’s seen to it, least of all Ren himself. It’s infected, and, to be perfectly honest, pretty gross as a result. Hux can hardly look at it. Ren’s surprised and vocalizes it; Hux pities him. Hux flinches at the thought, but Ren pushes the matter. He has compassion, after all of this.

Ren starts coming and talking to him about Hux’s family, a topic which Hux refuses to speak of. He talks of Brendol, relays Hux’s backstory over and over to the point that Hux thinks that perhaps this is a new form of conditioning--maybe Ren’s tweaking the story a little each day until finally they come to the point when Hux leaves and Ren convinces him he never did. Ren doesn’t alter the story, though, merely relays it as if it were the news. Hux listens, and at the end of days of this Ren asks why.

Why? Why did Hux leave? What made him think he could survive alone? Hux, in a moment of weakness and exhaustion, admits that dying alone was preferable to serving his father or his cohorts any more than he already had. He’d rather live in agony than suffer that kind of indignity.

Ren leaves for quite some time after that, and when he returns...when he returns, he says that Hux is being transferred. He doesn’t say where, or how, only that he is. When he loads Hux into a shuttle, though, he demands that Hux reach out to old Resistance contacts. Hux refuses. Ren claims he’s defecting--he’s seen the light--and Hux continues to refuse. Ren plucks the answer from Hux’s mind and pilots the shuttle away.

Ren keeps Hux subdued as they travel. He says that Snoke wanted him to kill his mother, and that’s different from his father because he can feel her in the Force and even now after all of this she hasn’t given up on him, and he doesn’t want to suffer anymore--he wants to make the same call that Hux did. Hux doesn’t believe him. How can he? This is the person who imprisoned him, and intends now to, what, use him as a bargaining chip to get with the Resistance?

Ren doesn’t see a problem, and by the time he tracks down the new Resistance base by himself, Hux is too tired to fight. In Ren’s fervor to return, he’s neglected Hux’s health, and he’s a mess. Ren’s placed in a cell and Hux goes to the medbay, and for quite some time, they don’t see each other.

When they do, it’s because Leia orders it. Ren--Ben, she calls him, though he still doesn’t answer to it--has said that he’ll only speak to Hux and to herself, and she hasn’t been able to make much headway. She says he seems pained whenever she comes around, and perhaps Hux will have better luck.

Hux goes to see him, and Ren perks up. (Thinking right now of Clarice and Hannibal of Silence of the Lambs shot through with Liz and Red Reddington of The Blacklist in their first meeting.) Ren tells him where to find the other Knights--Hux can still control them, he can stop them from doing Snoke’s bidding in a way he can’t stop Ren himself. Hux asks why, and Ren says he wants Snoke dead. That’s it. That’s all he cares about now. Hux fears a trap and Ren says he can’t promise that they won’t be heavily guarded now, but Hux can stop them from doing worse. What worse means, Hux can’t get out of him, but Ren’s very clearly afraid of leaving the cell, of hurting anyone else.

Leia decides to act on the intel. One by one, Hux brings each of the Knights into the fold. They remember him from when he was a boy, and they’re no more talkative. Rumours start to spread about him--he’s something evil, something to be feared. It’s not helped by the Knights’ insistence to follow him everywhere, or the abilities they display during tests. They were fearsome as feral children; they’re worse as adults.

I’ve only just realized how far I deviated from what I was actually supposed to be doing re: merely listing five headcanons *sweats* whoops. Uh, let’s mark this down as a story I’m probably not going to write, then? I don’t know. Maybe I will. Depends if you like it, nonny. Don’t know how it could possibly end, though.

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by lifeofsnark

An object in motion will remain in motion unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. ~~~ In the wreckage of what was once the United States a new Empire is attempting to rise. After accidentally stumbling across what has recently been causing disturbances in the Force Kylo Ren is sent to retrieve this unknowing Force user. They form a bond for mutual survival, and set themselves on a path that draws them closer and closer together. ~~~ Excerpt: Kylo didn’t have anything to say to that. “You could rule worlds,” he told her, his voice strong. “You could topple empires and mountains. You could rip magma from the core, you could drive islands into the sea, and yet you sit in here carving lines into to wall.”

“I will carve my marks into the wall,” she said. “I will remind myself why I am here, everyday, from now until I leave this place.”

“You’ll leave here under your own power, because of your power, or you’ll leave here in a burial jar,” he shot back, his temper rising to meet hers.

Words: 1941, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hux, Phasma (Star Wars), Guy's I'm the worst I like to work with such a small core cast

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Tags to be added as I post chapters, This will earn the E rating in future chapters, Slow Burn, like so slow guys again I am the worst, My first Reylo fic!, Okay PLOT TAGS NOW:, dystopian au, Setting: the wreckage of what used to be the US, so they don't actually go to space, They still use the force, But it's also viewed as a kind of magic, Kylo kidnaps Rey, They form a Force bond out of a mutual need to stay alive, Which I guess is slightly different, The birth of Grey Force-users, Seriously I have such a kink for how powerful Kylo is, There's a lot of "He could heave the mountains from their moorings" kind of bullshit going on, Rey is going to be a little fucked up and a lot angsty, BUT LET US BE HONEST these two being fucked up TOGETHER is why we love them

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[ao3feed4reylo]

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by lifeofsnark

An object in motion will remain in motion unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. ~~~ In the wreckage of what was once the United States a new Empire is attempting to rise. After accidentally stumbling across what has recently been causing disturbances in the Force Kylo Ren is sent to retrieve this unknowing Force user. They form a bond for mutual survival, and set themselves on a path that draws them closer and closer together. ~~~ Excerpt: Kylo didn’t have anything to say to that. “You could rule worlds,” he told her, his voice strong. “You could topple empires and mountains. You could rip magma from the core, you could drive islands into the sea, and yet you sit in here carving lines into to wall.”

“I will carve my marks into the wall,” she said. “I will remind myself why I am here, everyday, from now until I leave this place.”

“You’ll leave here under your own power, because of your power, or you’ll leave here in a burial jar,” he shot back, his temper rising to meet hers.

Words: 1941, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hux, Phasma (Star Wars), Guy's I'm the worst I like to work with such a small core cast

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Tags to be added as I post chapters, This will earn the E rating in future chapters, Slow Burn, like so slow guys again I am the worst, My first Reylo fic!, Okay PLOT TAGS NOW:, dystopian au, Setting: the wreckage of what used to be the US, so they don't actually go to space, They still use the force, But it's also viewed as a kind of magic, Kylo kidnaps Rey, They form a Force bond out of a mutual need to stay alive, Which I guess is slightly different, The birth of Grey Force-users, Seriously I have such a kink for how powerful Kylo is, There's a lot of "He could heave the mountains from their moorings" kind of bullshit going on, Rey is going to be a little fucked up and a lot angsty, BUT LET US BE HONEST these two being fucked up TOGETHER is why we love them

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