#seventeen moodboard collection :)

[woozis-boy]

@nook-kid 's agere prompts:

big you vs. regressed you - Your aesthetic/likes/vibes when you're big vs. when you're regressed

i made another entry to the moodboard series hehe!!

big me:

i am a collection of all that i love! Ash Ketchum, Ruby Rose from RWBY, Woozi from Seventeen! I'm trans and autistic and love myself for it all! I love crocheting and writing, and I love music and coffee!

little me:

a lot of this is what i love, but also what i want to have! I have cozy pjs and some books, and crayons and pacis, and i love that specific apple juice. i love tigers and dinos and blues clues and seventeen :) but i also want sylvanian families and that tiger sippy and i love you when your angry and the marble toy, and i want to be able to jump in puddles without judgement and to be held and loved like jun and josh are adoring those little girls 🥺

[echoes-lighthouse]

Self-Insert Moodboards: (7/10) Echo, The Watcher

Universe: The Magnus Archives

Fictional Other: Jonah Magnus 

Age: currently 250, met Jonah at 24 

Echo was born in 1789 to Polish landowners who had recently sworn fealty to the Russian Tsar after the Third Partition of the Polish-Lithuanian State. Growing up in political turmoil but a fair amount of wealth, Echo was a quick student and determined to learn all they could. 

With their mother’s help, at the age of seventeen, they dressed as a man and went to England to study. They developed an interest in the paranormal and the occult. After graduating, they took a year to travel, collecting artifacts and stories of the paranormal, then returned to England as a woman. 

Echo is both driven and cautious, taking their time to judge the situation before enacting their plans. They are friendly and good at guiding conversations, giving off an air of sincerity that often deceives those around them. Their attention is difficult to keep and easy to lose, often drifting to the next thing. They share many stories, but rarely their true thoughts. 

-because this self-insert goes through such a significant change, they have two moodboards: one for their human years and one for their Avatar-of-the-Watcher years. the avatar moodboard is under the ‘read more’: warnings for general horror imagery and discussion of eye trauma- 

Moodboard Two for Echo: the cat years 

Echo, as a cat, always stays close to Jonah. Even immediately after the betrayal, something inside them wouldn’t let them stray far from his side. Between the two of them and the Eye, there are complicated bonds that leave both Jonah and Echo feeling incomplete (wounded, blind) without each other (much to both of their distress). 

Echo can wander inside the Institute, which is so much a part of them and Jonah both, but cannot leave without Jonah at their side. 

There is nothing Echo loves more than the times Jonah needs to choose a new body. Echo is blessed with longevity in their black cat form, only having to suffer the pain of the transfer once. But every fifty years or so, they get to curl up and purr while Jonah straps some poor bastard to a table and cuts out their eyes, and then his own. Echo sits on Jonah’s chest while his old body goes cold, watching his consciousness settle in the new form he’s chosen. Knowing that he feels the pain just as sharply as they did when he held them down so many years ago, and hoping he will survive to feel that same pain a hundred times more. It will never feel like enough. 

[catastrxblues]

welcome to the waiting room !⋆｡˚🌿✧˖꩜

➸ greetings hi!!! i'm nadine. xvi. she/her. southeast asian. muslim. student. apparently an isfj. virgo. also bibble and phoebe bridgers enthusiast. late afternoons and afternoon sun my beloved <3

➸ other socials : spotify | storygraph | goodreads | letterboxd | pinterest | instagram | discord : soaperache

➸ (looking for a) creations (myth) : webweave, edits

➸ credits : divider i by @benkeibear, divider ii by @gigittamic, divider iii, super important bibble masterpost by julie <33333 @octoberconstellation -> if you want any of your edits to be removed from here please do say so!!! thank you! <3

important : thepalestineacademy.com, free palestine, on west papua (i)

┏ STEM at heart, but sometimes all i really want to spend the rest of my life doing is reading, pondering over poems, learning to bake, crying over songs, writing in an immense amount and be good at it, watching films and shows new and old, working at a bookshop, collecting so many books that i have sagging bookshelves on the walls of my room, watching the moon, examining the stars, and enjoying the afternoon sun in a meadow or hills or somewhere with running creeks and flowers (but that's unrealistic so)

books ✧ the hunger games + ballad, six of crows, percy jackson, a good girl’s guide to murder, hp (fuck jkr) & the marauders, if we were villians, anne of green gables, the kane chronicles, keeper of the lost cities, five survive, solitaire, circe, tsh, every other ya contemporaries because!!

artists ✧ taylor swift, gracie abrams, phoebe bridgers, lorde, conan gray, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, maisie peters, ariana, bridgit mendler,

movies + shows ✧ little women (2019), thg adaptations, before sunrise, mcu, romcoms, clueless, bridge to terabithia, lady bird, barbie, heathers, lemonade mouth, bridgerton, heartstopper, jatp, asoue (show), alexa and katie, nhie, lost in space (2017), full house, the edge of seventeen, matilda, tpobaw, bottoms,

albums ✧ all of taylor’s but mostly : folklore, evermore, speak now tv, and red tv. good riddance, superache, guts, emails i can’t send, stranger in the alps, melodrama, the good witch, and yes i added this section just to tell you how much i love folklore and evermore. they’re the first albums i have ever loved and they are so so special to me.

characters ✧ katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, the march sisters, all of the crows, anne shirley, sejanus plinth, percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, finnick odair, tigris snow, kamala khan, celine, remus lupin, pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh, AND SO MANY MORE YOU HAVE NO IDEA

ships ✧ everlark, kanej, helnik, wesper, percabeth, odesta, pipravi, and soo many more i just can't think of any right now crying

check down below for some v cool moodboard and BIBBLE (first five are mastermind julie's creations!!!)

↳ personal tags i want to save : my reblogs of tumblr hall of fame posts (2) | i love you | save for later!! | rambles in shambles | long posts | my (unserious) edits | 💌 | ✉ | tagged (2) | album releases edition : sntv rants ✧ guts some incoherent thoughts ✧ 1989 tv know places we can hide

↳ some of my sideblogs : @electrictouchftvtv -> used to be a random writing blog, but got shadowbanned. @andillwatchh -> movies & shows sideblog @iborrowlibrarybooks -> i don’t know, book quotes / moodboards / aesthetic blog? haven’t used it in a while. @everlarkestt -> supposed to be a thg sideblog but it’s currently empty except like two posts because i’m lazy. @labyrintharchive -> I WANT TO BE LOVED. I CARE MORE TO BE LOVED.

[softhaos]

vernon + yellow for @checkin-london

[haechanhues]

pairing : jungwon x fem!reader (ENHYPEN) 

genre : very bittersweet fluff. happy angst. 

warnings : death. grief - ways of dealing with the death of a loved one (just...i’m sorry) sunoo is an angel. 

summary : you and jungwon complete the bucket list your best friend had left behind and hopefully rekindle the friendship you had loved and lost.

status : completed

main masterlist

taglist : @penny-quinn @missmadwoman @dandelionxgal @hiqhkey @pixyseeun @httpheeseung @enhacolor @jeonjkslvr @acciomylove @bloom-bloom-pow @en-boyz @bubblytaetae @lunaflvms @soobin-chois @yvesismywife @rrvvby (if you want to be on it just dm or ask :))

moodboard | profile 1 | profile 2 

prologue 

chapter one : say it back 

chapter two : a proposition 

chapter three : way back home 

chapter four : and in his hand 

chapter five : a kind confrontation 

chapter six : everytime 

chapter seven : makeshift

chapter eight : hee is a menace 

chapter nine : new friend, old stories 

chapter ten : think 

chapter eleven : to be known 

chapter twelve : sunoo’s friend collection 

chapter thirteen : sunghoon ditch day 

chapter fourteen : pixelated wishes 

chapter fifteen : hey sunoo, it’s me again 

chapter sixteen : 3am snack run 

chapter seventeen : jake’s main character arc 

chapter eighteen : jungwon is still a boy 

chapter nineteen : the brightest star 

chapter twenty : see the falling lights 

chapter twenty one : freak them out 

chapter twenty two : mamama

chapter twenty three :  intervention 

chapter twenty four : in the meadow 

chapter twenty five : imsorryimsorryimsorry

chapter twenty six : taunting 

chapter twenty seven : don’t worry 

chapter twenty eight : let go 

chapter twenty nine : at last 

chapter thirty : i hope you know he loved you 

epilogue : messages from heaven 

author’s confessions + thank you wrap up

[writingsbychlo]

Thomas is the Lieutenant of the Squad team at Firehouse ‘21, and has a stick up his arse so high it’s a surprise he can still walk. Or, that’s what you believe, at least. You’re a paramedic, with an attitude problem and the inability to settle down, so there must be something wrong with you. Or, that’s what Thomas believes, at least. Maybe there’s something you both need to get over.

✧ Prologue ✧ Part One ✧ Part Two ✧ Part Three ✧ Part Four (a) ✧ Part Four (b) ✧ Part Five ✧ Part Six ✧ Part Seven (a) ✦ Part Seven (b) ✦ Part Eight (a) ✧ Part Eight (b) ✦ Part Nine ✦ Part Ten ✧ Part Eleven ✦ Part Twelve ✦ Part Thirteen ✦ Part Fourteen ✧ Part Fifteen ✧ Part Sixteen ✧ Part Seventeen ✧ Epilogue (i) ✧ Epilogue (ii)

Word Count: 220,000

Warnings: major character death, reference to injury, reference to drug use, house fires, arson, chemical fires, gang activity, reference to abuse, reference to animal abuse, gun use and slight gore (descriptive injuries).

Extras: Moodboard 1, Moodboard 2, Moodboard 3, Moodboard 4, My Manip Collection 1, Manip 1, Manip 2, Gifset 1. (Please note; not all of these ‘extras’ are made by myself, some of them are contributions made by others!)

[adore-kpop]

Seventeen Moodboard Collection (2):  ☼ Breakfast with Seungcheol ☼.

[planetkiimchi]

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intro ... about me!

my name is kimchi, and i'm a minor and student. i do ballet, contemporary and character dance as my main forms of dance, although i do dabble in other genres from time to time.

i like writing fluffy stories about kpop boys. i'm still a student and hence not super active, but i like to write when i have time. i stan nct (all units), stray kids and seventeen, and i reblog gifs, moodboards and fics on my sideblog @mark-geolli.

i enjoy drinking hot tea, reading books and fics, and indulging in kpop content. i dislike humid weather, smokers, and people who often interrupt.

[honorguk]

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[hearttoshu]

I made @bloatedboo a moodboard.

[bagels-and-seagulls]

Does Matteo skateboard?! That’s surprisingly hot! I feel like David would find him Skateboarding sexy too for some reason? Anyways I too am loving these mood boards!!

ok ok ok so originally i didn’t really see him as a skateboarder, but i posted this moodboard. and i only really added that picture because i needed something else orange to like finish off the set, but this has been sitting in my inbox for a while and i’ve been think about it also for a while. so i now have some thoughts.

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

-when matteo is twelve, he spends hours at a time sitting on his front stoop, listening to his parents screaming at each other in the house about things that were over matteo’s head. jonas was gone, visiting family or something, and matteo didn’t have any other friends, not any that he could escape to right now. so he sat on the stoop. he sat. and he hummed, trying to drown out the crying and yelling behind him. sometimes he wondered if his parents even knew he was gone. 

-jonas comes back from his vacation and tells him that his cousin taught him how to skateboard out on some abandoned basketball courts near his cousin’s house that had weeks growing through the cracks and that he was going to teach matteo because it would be so sick if they both could do it. so they spent every day after school for practically a month scrapping their knees and banging their elbows as they shared to board and rolled down hills and tried to jump off stairs until they were both mildly decent at it. by the time the end of the summer rolled around, they even knew some tricks, some that they could land without falling every time, too. 

-jonas’ mom let’s him skateboard to school when they’re thirteen, and matteo walks beside him as quick as he can, thinking about how he could get his own board now that it was going to be way too hard to try and share jonas’. he asks his dad for some money, just enough to split the difference from what he already had saved. he didn’t need a perfect board, but he at least wanted a decent one. his dad bats him away and says that he’s busy. 

-matteo ends up taking a board from the local skate park that had been there for a few hours without anyone even looking at it. he convinces himself that it isn’t stealing if no one ever thought they lost it. it had a squeaky wheel in the front and a crack down the middle, and he could tell why someone had purposefully forgot it there. he couldn’t complain though. it got him where he needed to go, and he fell off of it just the same as a brand new one. 

-when jonas was fifteen, he gets a bike from his grandmother for his birthday and kind of forgets about skateboarding for a while, enough that keeping more than one board around seemed like it was just a waste. he gives matteo his best one, and matteo customizes it to fit him perfectly. 

-they still ride together every once and while. they go to the park and try to outdo each other with tricks, laughing and joking and splitting a joint that they probably shouldn’t really be sharing in public if they actually cared about that, but since matteo was the only one that still ever rode with some sort of frequency, he smoked jonas out the water every time. 

-matteo goes to college, barely, and doesn’t forget about skating but finds himself too busy to bother with it too much. he didn’t want to carry it around in buildings and didn’t like storing it during classes. he didn’t want to leave it outside when he was in at parties just in case some kid that was too like himself got any bright ideas and tried to nab it when he was under any influences. so it sometimes collected dust in his room or acted as a convenient book shelf when he needed it to.

-when the world gets a little too loud and the walls feel like they’re creeping closer and closer, he rides down the street at night and listens to the way that wheels sound on the pavement just because the wind on his face makes him feel something a little different for a change. 

-it doesn’t come up a lot, that he can skateboard, that some people would say that he was actually good at it, so it wasn’t too surprising that he kind of just forgets to mention it, that it slips his mind as something interesting about himself, that the way that he keeps his board under his bed so he doesn’t trip over it at night never gives him away. he doesn’t even notice that david has no idea until they’re well into their relationship, that they’ve been dating for months and david didn’t even have an inkling. 

-matteo was meeting him after a late practice, a night game with the team for spirit’s sake or something, and matteo was just itching to do something different for a change as he’s sitting in his apartment and watching the clock change minutes. he didn’t know what he needed to do to feel some sort of calm in his chest, but he knew it had to be something. the energy was just building up inside of him until he was practically vibrating with it, so he ducks out an hour before he’s supposed to meet david at the field and rides around the city, trying to go as fast as he possibly can, riding down railings, seeing how loud he could make his landings, how soft. it helps. it helps a lot, and he floats up to the field with a smile on his face feeling like he can breathe easily as david waves at him. 

-i didn’t know you could skate, david says once matteo is close enough. huh? matteo replies stupidly as he’s pushing the hair out of his face with his board tipped up in his hand. there was a geometric design on the bottom that hanna had painted for him when they were seventeen and both missing jonas when he was away for the summer. i didn’t know you skateboarded, david repeats and looks down to where matteo is toeing at one of the wheels. oh, uh, yeah, matteo says and shrugs. david grins at him and plaints a sloppy kiss onto his shoulder, know any tricks? 

[mohluskiepedard]

Character Introduction Post: Natasha (Nastya) Lloyd-Kulakova

[Image Description: The first is a drawing of a white girl with short, wavy, purple hair and a spiteful expression, with a scar on her cheek. She is wearing a ripped purple shirt and a black jacket, and multiple black piercings in her one exposed ear. She holds up one hand, with the middle finger raised. The second a similar drawing of the same girl, this time with short mousy brown hair, no scar, and freckles. Her outfit is the same, and she holds up one middle finger, and one hand in a peace sign.  Both images are watermarked with “Aloha Sushi Core” in purple. End ID]

Damien pauses, again, looks her up and down. “Then why are you back, Natasha?" 

She hesitates, curls her fingers into the damp wood of the railing. ”…I’m twenty-two.“ She says, finally, not meeting his eye. "I’m twenty-two. That’s why I’m back." 

Fact File:

Full Name: Natasha Marie Lloyd / Nastya Marie Lloyd-Kulakova

Nicknames: Tasha, Tash, Nat

Date of Birth: April 13th, 1995

Age: 17 (2012) / 22 (2017)

Height: 5′7″

Colour Scheme: Purple, Black, and Grey

Hair Colour: Grey-toned Lilac (dyed, 2017) Mousy Brown (natural, 2012) 

Eye Colour: Grey

Additional Features: Scar on her chin. Notably skinny. Never seen without at least three layers, one of which is a heavy jacket of some kind. "Dresses like an outtake from Supernatural”

Ethnicity: Russian/English 

Pronouns: She/Her

Role: Protagonist

Short Bio: Natasha’s father disappeared before she was born, and her mother died to the entity that terrorizes her town when she was two. Due to this, she was raised by her aunt and uncle, and alongside her cousin Brooke, a situation no one was particularly happy with. Wen she left following some… bad turns of events in 2012, she tracked down her father and found her name had been Nastya Kulakova before her aunt changed it; she spent five years away from Abercarden with her various extended family members, before eventually and begrudgingly returning.

(Further info under the cut)

[Image Description: A moodboard made up of ten images, all greyscale or close. The images read: “I keep hitting escape but I’m still here”, “Nearly almost dead, but not quite!”, “Let’s Run Away”, “Original Family Disappointment”, and “How to disappear completely and never be found again”. One repeats the phrase “And then I just snapped” in grey on a black background, and one has a road sign with the question “Are you lost?” on it. The others have no focal text; one has a series of missing posters, another the back of a head of lilac hair, and the last shows the lower half of a person sat on top of a chain-link fence, in ripped jeans and boots. End ID] 

Born and raised in Abercarden, seventeen-year-old Natasha Lloyd is getting sick of the town’s vehement belief in the unspoken legend of the thing that lives in the woods- what it is, no one seems to know, and it’s never spoken about outright, and yet she can’t seem to escape it. While her main plan is to escape the place as quickly as possible with her best friends, Fae and Damien, the very concept of it weighs on her mind- the want to know what happened to her mother fifteen years ago, the want to know what the people she grew up around are hiding, to find Abercarden’s secret once and for all.  It doesn’t help that her aunt, Mayor Joanne Taylor, who’s raised her since her mother died - supposedly killed by the same thing in the woods everyone refuses to speak of - keeps restricting her access to any and all information surrounding it. Her ironclad hold on the town isn’t making it possible to find out about the forest-entity, or whatever it is, any other way… …So Natasha does what she thinks is her only option to find out where the truth in the town’s collective beliefs lie for herself, once and for all, and with the help of two out-of-towner friends… makes her way into the forests to find what’s in here. And what they find changes everything. 

Five years later, a now twenty-two year old Natasha (or Nastya) Lloyd-Kulakova returns to Abercarden, aware that everything has changed and yet at the same time nothing has. She doesn’t want to be here; she doesn’t want to face the friends she abandoned, she especially doesn’t want to- ever- see the thing in the woods again. But it’s been twenty years since her mother died, and she needs to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Welcome to Abercarden finds Natasha aged 22, determined to find a way to destroy the entity that lives in the forests forever, before it can complete a twenty-year cycle and kill another innocent person to maintain it’s power over the area. She is sarcastic, cynical, and risk-taking, cares deeply about her friends and- perhaps slightly less deeply about everyone else, but still cares that the injustice that took her mother and one of her friends, and kept her from her father for eighteen years, doesn’t happen to anyone else.  As she does this, she can’t help but think back on the events that made her sure of the entity’s existence to begin with- and how they ended with her fleeing town alone and unplanned aged seventeen, abandoning her closest friends to do so.  The only question is whether she can do the impossible in time. 

The picrew I used can be found here. 

Taglist: @aelenko​ @cream-and-tea​ @agedpaperandglitterpen​ @mango-of-the-void​ (anyone else,let me know if you want on!) 

[markleespitsbars]

Hello everyone!! It’s Ally :)

This is your friendly reminder that requests are open!!✨

Hop in my asks and send in anything under the sun (fluff/angst/smut requests, prompts, mtl, reactions, scenarios, headcanons, moodboards, etc.) and I’ll scrounge something up for you :)

As of right now, I primarily write for NCT (all units, OT21), but I’m starting to broaden my horizons and write for other boy groups, so if you have a specific request for another idol/group, send it in and I’ll try to make it happen!!

Please note: 127 group requests will not include Winwin unless he is specifically asked to be included. If you’d like Winwin in a group request, please request WayV or 127+Winwin! Furthermore, Mark and Haechan will be included in both 127 and Dream, as they are official, active members in both groups.

I write for assumed cisgendered and heterosexual relationships simply because that’s how I identify, but I’m totally open to writing LGBTQ+ content, so please specify in your request if you have a gender or sexuality preference for the reader :) You can also add some requests for physical features (hair/eye/skin color, birthmarks, weight, height, body type, etc.) that you’d like the reader to have, just to make your request a little more personalized!

Do keep in mind that I do not write smut for idols under 18 in international age! I feel the need to include this only because I’m accepting requests for other groups besides NCT now, but this doesn’t apply to anyone in NCT as of February of this year.

I’ve included a little all about me under the line, just in case you want to know who’s writing for you!!

Thank you for your requests!!! :)

A little bit about me:

I go by Ally ☺️

I’m 20/22 years old!

I use she/her pronouns

I’m 155cm and weigh 52kg

My ult groups are NCT and Stray Kids, but I also love Ateez, EXO, Astro, Seventeen, and a slew of other boy groups

My ult bias is Mark (if you couldn’t tell), but some of my other biases include Haechan, Chenle, YangYang, and SKZ Jeongin 💕

Yes, the above bullet point does, in fact, show that I have a bit of a soft spot for maknaes and crackheads

I love to sing, dance, and act, and I’m a huge fan of anything involving the arts. I’m even majoring in musical theatre in college ✨

My favorite subjects back in high school were English and History, but I wasn’t a fan of Math (even though I was two years ahead in it lol)

My biggest kpop-related goal is to have a full collection of Chain albums featuring all of the members (I only have Mark’s right now)

[adore-kpop]

Seventeen Moodboard Collection (3): ☁ Tea time at Jeonghan’s ☁ .

[baekhyunbitz]

13 Days With Seventeen

This is a collaboration with my best friend @broccoli-channie-soup​

For 13 days up until Christmas, we will be releasing a moodboard with a little drabble to go with it. Hope you guys enjoy this as much as we are!

13 Days With Seventeen Masterlist

Day 12: Vernon - Holiday Sweets

Vernon came up with the idea to bake holiday treats with you for the last day before Christmas and you didn’t pass up the moment. You were more than excited to spend time with Vernon, no matter what you were doing. You could be sitting on the couch watching tv for all it mattered, you just wanted to be with him.

“All right, just adding the finishing touch to the cookies and then we’ll be done.” You hummed drizzling chocolate sauce over the chocolate peppermint cookies, you had baked and decorated sugar cookies, made a gingerbread house, made Christmas candies, and the chocolate cookies.

“They look really good, baby.” He leaned his head over your shoulder watching you decorate the cookies with skilled hands.

“You’re going to make me drip it everywhere.” You teased as you put down the bag of sauce.

“I’m about ready to relax, how about you?” He asked, coming around to face you. His eyes fell to the chocolate that somehow ended up smeared on your cheek. He could see your mouth moving, but he couldn’t hear anything you were saying, “Babe… you have chocolate right here…” He motioned to a spot on your cheek and you swiped over it, collecting most of the chocolate from your skin.

“Oh? How did you get there?” You put your finger up to your lips and licked up your finger; Vernon could feel his pants getting tight from watching you, he was imagining your finger as anything but a finger at that moment. You turned around to walk towards the mirror that was set up in the dining room and he grabbed the bag and smeared some chocolate into his hand.

“Baby, come here, I think you have some more on you.”

“Huh? Where?” You went back to him and he acted like he was thumbing away a spot on your neck when he was really adding it to your complexion.

“Oh man, it’s really stuck on there.” He dipped his head down and ran his tongue up your neck, the sensation of his warm wet muscle moving up your neck sent shivers down your body. He ran his hand down your body, smearing it on your clothes before pulling away to sigh, “You’ve really got this everywhere.” He lifted your shirt up and over your head and then grabbed the bag while you were moving your hair out of your face and drizzled it over your bare skin.

“Vernon!” You squealed and he dropped to his knees, running his tongue over the chocolate smudges.

“It’s not my fault you’re a hot mess.” He unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down with your panties, “Up on the table baby, it’s time for me to eat my favorite treat of all.” A blush crawled up into your cheeks as you hopped up onto the table while you spread your legs, putting your pussy on display for him. He hummed in approval as he grabbed the bag again, drizzling it over your thighs, and licking up the sauce. Your heart skipped a beat every time he got close to your folds, every time he pressed a kiss to your lips and then went back over to your thighs, you were aching for him to taste you by the time he had licked the chocolate from your skin, “Is she ready for me?” He asked and you nodded, reaching down to spread your fold, your juices already staining the cream Christmas tablecloth underneath you. Sliding his fingers in your core, he wrapped his lips around your throbbing clit and sucked on it as he curled his fingers into your g-spot. He quickly turned you into a moaning mess as his tongue swirled around your sensitive nub and his fingers roughly caressed your g-spot, his efforts bringing you to the edge. Your orgasm hit you so hard that your hips bucked off the table as you screamed in bliss.

[politicalmamaduck]

The Last Shot

A Smuggler Ben Solo/Dark Side Rey arranged marriage fic for @the-reylo-void. Many thanks to @rapturousaurora for betaing, @cosetteskywalker for the above moodboards, and @aionimica for her drawing of Rey in her wedding dress!

Read it on AO3 here, and listen to the playlist here!

Now complete, and rated M!

Epilogue | Chapter Thirty: The Throne Room | Chapter Twenty Nine: The Plan | Chapter Twenty Eight: You’re Not Alone | Chapter Twenty Seven: Balance | Chapter Twenty Six: Light to Meet | Chapter Twenty Five: Darkness Rising | Chapter Twenty Four: The Betrayal | Chapter Twenty Three: Stay | Chapter Twenty Two: The Storm | Chapter Twenty One: The Fulcrum | Chapter Twenty: In Darkness | Chapter Nineteen: Rey’s Dream | Chapter Eighteen: Jakku | Chapter Seventeen: The First Flashback | Chapter Sixteen: The Rendezvous | Chapter Fifteen: Tatooine | Chapter Fourteen: The First Mission | Chapter Thirteen: Goodbye to Naboo | Chapter Twelve: The Wedding Night | Chapter Eleven: The Aftermath | Chapter Ten: The Wedding | Chapter Nine: Naboo | Chapter Eight: The Time in Between | Chapter Seven: The Negotiations | Chapter Six: The Duel | Chapter Five: The Discovery | Chapter Four: The Bargain | Chapter Three: The Bounty | Chapter Two: The Meeting | Chapter One: The Treaty

Her fingers traced the spines, soft and yet firm, precious bound flimsis that held the wisdom of the ancients. She both longed and feared to read them, though Ben assured her they contained nothing that she did not already know.

She and Ben would deliver the original Jedi texts to the royal library on Naboo, a gift from Luke Skywalker himself. They were looking forward to the privileged access they would receive to the rest of the collection, the poetry in particular. Rey also wished to consult the genealogy tables, and ask about updating that of House Palpatine’s.  

Rey walked to the Falcon’s cockpit, seemingly within a trance, thinking about how beautiful and peaceful it was on Naboo, and the overwhelming spectacle that had been their wedding. She sat back down next to Ben, who took her hand and smiled. They remained sitting there for a moment, until Ben speaking once more about the poetry on Naboo drew her out from her reverie. 

He continued, “I used to write really bad poetry in Alderaanian. It was a good excuse for me to practice calligraphy, which was my favorite hobby. Besides reading history, and asking my mom if I could braid her hair. I was good at calligraphy, not nearly as good at hair braiding as she was.”

“Will you braid my hair? It seems like a convenient hairstyle.”

“Alderaanian braids are not just convenient, they’re beautiful, and each has a meaning,” Ben replied. “I’ll teach you,” he continued. “I’ll ask my mother about a wedding braid.”

Rey looked at Ben, startled. 

“Is that a proposal, Ben Solo?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.

She did not expect what she received as an answer. Her eyebrows raised while Ben got down on one knee, the blue streaks of hyperspace casting light and shadow across his face and dark hair, illuminating him while the Falcon safely cruised on auto-pilot. 

He handed Rey a scroll wrapped with a ring. 

Intricate calligraphy spelled her name. Inside was an equally beautiful calligraphy poem in multiple languages. 

Rey felt tears spring to her eyes. She looked down at Ben, whose eyes also glistened. 

“Will you marry me? For real this time?” 

Rey nodded and sniffed, forcing the tears back. 

“Yes, Benjamin Bail Organa Solo, I will marry you for real.” 

Ben grinned and laughed, sweeping Rey up into his arms, twirling her about the cockpit. He placed the ring on her finger, savoring how it looked.

They kissed, and their bond opened up between them once again, incandescent with joy, their flaws and fears and anger and insecurities laid bare and accepted. 

Together, they were balanced, their whole made greater than the sum of their parts. Neither was a Jedi, and that suited them both. They both overcame their anger and darkness and recognized it as a part of themselves. 

They kissed their way to the captain’s cabin, slightly stumbling as they went, for their hands and mouths were busy exploring the other. 

Ben walked backwards to the bed, Rey pushing and leaning him into it. 

Ben pulled off his shirt, and Rey straddled him, running her hands down his chest. 

She grinned wickedly, and Ben grinned too, reaching up to push a lock of her hair back behind her ear. 

She began unbuckling his pants, while he wound his hands under her shirt, feeling her skin’s warmth and savoring its softness, before pulling it off, causing her hair to have loose strands framing her face. 

Rey stopped what she was doing for a moment, and Ben sat up. 

“Rey, are you alright? We can stop. We don’t have to do this now.”

She laughed once more, to Ben’s ears the most beautiful sound in the galaxy. When they first met, he never thought he’d see her smile, let alone hear her laugh. 

“I’m fine. It’s just that I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

He smiled, and pulled her to him for another kiss. “Me too.”

Ben leaned back down onto the bed, and they both relaxed into their bond, the Force entwining them as their bodies entwined. Their breathing deepened, their pupils dilated, and their hearts beat together as if one. 

Rey kissed her way down Ben’s broad chest while he undid her hair, both taking their time, stroking and admiring as they went. Ben’s hands moved to her back, caressing and kneading the knots away. 

Rey ground against Ben’s length. He moaned, and she savored the sound, another wicked grin upon her face. 

It was then that he sat up, gently pushing her down onto the bed and smiling softly back at her. 

“Trust me,” he murmured, kissing her once more, and then pulled off her pants and undergarments. He knelt before her, kissing his way down her body, then took her into his mouth. 

Rey moaned in turn and grasped the sheets beneath her. Ben would have grinned as wickedly as Rey if his lips had not been put to better use at the moment. He sucked and lapped her with his tongue, producing a variety of further moans and heavy breathing from Rey. 

“Ben, please,” she begged until she came. He sat up, felt her climax through the bond and held her hands through it, not wanting to let go, to lose their physical connection. 

After recovering, Rey straddled Ben once more, wanting to give him some of what he had given her. Their hearts and bodies moved as one, uniting and joining with each hip roll and thrust. 

They climaxed together, and it seemed as if their bond burst with light. 

Ben and Rey spent the rest of the night peacefully sleeping, free of nightmares or visions, their bodies still entwined. 

…

It was a bright, sunny day on Naboo when Rey and Ben renewed their wedding vows. This time, the ceremony was much smaller; only their intimates attended, including the Knights, who had elected Falisa as their new Master. 

Rey wore another stunning black gown for the occasion. There was none of the awkward formality of their previous wedding, but rather, a true celebration of two people truly becoming one, having found their peace with themselves and one another.