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For you, what would be Ben and Rey's gestures, habits and actions to show love, affection and care for each other in their married life?
Ooh a fun question! ☺️ I think for Ben he would do general caretaking for Rey. It’s not a new hc I know, but I do think he’d do a lot of cooking for her. And also having snacks on hand for when she gets hangry lol. I think he’d be quick to step in and take care of something she finds stressful, or at least help with it. And if she wasn’t feeling good for any reason, he’d be All Over That. 😆 making her tea, drawing a bath, getting her favorite cozy blankets, etc. He’d know that for most of her life there was no one there to care for and comfort her, so he’d want to do that.
And as for Rey, I think she’d show Ben love by reassuring him often. He didn’t get that as much as he needed when he was growing up. He was afraid he wasn’t good enough and would disappoint the people he loved. So she’d want to make sure he never felt that way again. Rey would remind Ben of the good he’s done and remind him of how much she trusts him and how safe she feels with him. 🥹
And it probably goes without saying, but both of them would also be very physically affectionate. They’d be so touch starved after years of basically being alone. All the cuddles and kisses for them! I can imagine them coming home after spending hours apart and just laying down and holding each other for a good twenty minutes just to reconnect and feel that peace and calm again. ❤️🩹
#wifey answers things#reylo#reylo hc#married reylo#and I didn’t specify#but imo this applies to pretty much any universe#thanks for asking!
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Idk this is just personal but Rey being light itself, the balance to bens darkness, etc etc doesn't have to mean she believes the Jedi code? Like,,,, at all? It's actually kind of irrelevant really. If either of them holds any weight on Jedi beliefs it's Ben who studied them for ten years.
This is a girl who for her entire childhood survived. Not like Ben did, but Survived. She went hungry. She went without. She survived it, and came through with the instincts and skills to back her up.
A girl like that, Light and Good as I believe she is, is gonna be a bit less *gasp* *faint* about the concepts surrounding "darkness" and even the concept of death in general. All of them, really.
I don't believe she'd like the Jedi code at all frankly, and find it ridiculously stifling and judgemental and very hypocritical.
I also don't think she'd cry herself to sleep at night about the concept of killing someone. Not someone dying that she cares about but that she killed someone by her own hands. Perhaps that is entirely just me, but her will to survive would be strong. I think that when people throw in her not having etiquette or eating like a pig or not having a formal education in fics it's accurate but done in a sweet way. It's cute. Anything they do is cute, but it's an easy fix type situation.
But how about a Rey who has her own moral code that she sticks to (just like Ben that's familiar !!) And they're both morally grey, one leaning dark and the other leaning light, but definitely meeting in the middle. None of this Rey is a pure maiden saint stuff though you can use those concepts.
She was already a badass with a staff and it's hardly like she had sparring buddies. She Survived. We of course have to assume what that means but I assume that means she's a badass main character who isn't going to pull her punches when it comes to eliminating evil in the galaxy. She's not gonna let rapists or murderers go just because "it wouldn't be right to kill" she's gonna do it herself. I see her and her Light as Mother and vengeance.. willing and able to protect all those she cares for. Which includes Ben btw
#rey killing people in the pursuit of ben and ben watching like - damn ok#ben forcing his way into her mind and rey who has no manners whatsoever forcing her way into his mind after that#at first hes afraid because when snoke does it he brings him pain but rey is just sort of sniffing around#seeing if hes got anything valuable 💀#yall think rey is the blushing virgin but i think thats ben with all his years of princely education on social situations#combined with insane levels of anxiety and isolation . so when rey just gets all up in his space or touches his arms or climbs on him#he- the dark prince - is like omgwhat are you doinh ??? 😳🫣#bens all 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 after she literally growls at someone for looking at him funny and then pets him like hes one of her hoard sjdhsj#bens a literal (self appointed) Knight but hes the one locked away by rey (the dragon)#and hes like oh youll love me and hold me and brush my hair and tell me im pretty and strong ??#definitely staying here peace out galaxy and grandpa#grandpa the force ghost comes to visit him after he agrees to marry rey like good for you kid this is the fuckin life right here#got your girl got your castle youll be protected and cherished your whole life yeah this is all you needed#reylo
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Listen growing up on star wars and learning that Han and Leia lived happily ever after and had three kids (even if they went a little dark) was the best news in the world. So when the sequels came out and said "no actually they split up and also no one got a happy ending and we are right back where we started"? Devastating
#like?????? what was the point?!?!?!??#lets just negate everything the rebellion fpught for and do it again!#and no happily married couples screw you#thats gotta be my biggest sequels beef#like yeah i hate reylo bc its both a romance and a redemption arc that the movies didnt earn#(dont just say hes redeemed. SHOW me. same w a romance. you have to make it logical! you have to narratively work for it!)#and yeah im still livid about palps still kicking#and im still so so sad about my baby temmin#but UGH they really said your victory was for nothing. the structures you tried to build were faulty and evil has risen even stronger#star wars#nia post
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giggling at tiktok comments crying that rey isnt a skywalker or complaining about rey. nobody CARES.
REY IS A SKYWALKER.
REY’S STORY IS CANON LMAOOO
yall can fucking cry as much as u want and the truth is never changing😋💓
#rey skywalker#REY IS A SKYWALKER#star wars#sequel trilogy#star wars force awakens#the last jedi#star wars rise of skywalker#also she’s skywalker by marriage cause in my head she married ben#so yeah#reylo
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‘It starts, of course, with Anakin putting his foot down. Metaphorically speaking that is, because he’s dead, and a ghost, and ghosts don’t really have feet.’
In which Ben Solo helps to raise his grandfather, Palpatine gets his, and a force ghost drags up a feral desert gremlin named Rey.
Only, not in that order. Sort of. It depends on your point of view.
[the force @ the sith: 'maybe I got mine, but you'll. all. get. yours.']
Tagging folk who expressed interest: @immortalcosmicsailorsaturn
@csdreamer18 @dragongoddessoffate @tilldeathd0uspart
@andy-failure @thetruecthulhu9 @wardofwinter
#star wars#fanfic#the council has made a decision#given that it’s a stupidass decision anakin has elected to ignore it#it was not reylo to start and then suddenly it was reylo#au#time travel fix it#first they were angrily fake married and then they were actually married#it started out with a crack-kiss how did it end up like this?#arrow writes#force ghosts
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Marry Christmas 🎄 Reylo’s !!!
Just had to bring this little cutie back! ❤️
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We're Here!,
Chapter 29 of Not Giving Up
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Days were surprisingly, almost painfully, peaceful at Varykino. Ben could distract his mind by training his body at least. There was certainly plenty of space in the courtyard - Rey had noticed that her fiance had, surprisingly, not attempted to leave the actual grounds. For now, she chalked it up to wanting to buzz around her like a sandfly. If anything, she wished he’d spend more time training.
It was decidedly more difficult to find things to occupy her time. The first few ones had been easy enough, getting the porgs set up by finding them little nests and teaching them where they could roam. Not that they particularly cared for rules, but they did so enjoy following Rey and Ben around and Rey enjoyed their company.
The Retreat was designed for artists, intellectuals with the sort of schooling Rey never had time to consider let alone dream of. She would have liked to settle in the shade and read, both the Jedi texts and avail herself of the overstuffed library at the Retreat. Two certain little someones made it impossible to sit still for very long, getting restless if Mama didn’t move enough.
“You could just ask me to read to you while you walk.”
Ben’s frustrated voice signaled that she had been caught, and that Ben didn’t approve of her new habit. In an attempt to solve both problems, Rey had taken to walking slowly with a datapad in one hand, the fingers of her other brushing along the wall to keep track of where she was. It… mostly worked.
“That’s embarrassing.” Her nose wrinkled and Rey stuck her tongue out over the top of the datapad.
“Yes, having your husband read to you is much more embarrassing than waddling around at a snail’s pace while you try to make sure you don’t fall.” Ben snorted, but already conceded the loss. Rey had always been stubborn. Lack of sleep and an overabundance of hormones had made her even more so. Evidently this was business as usual for pregnant people, not that he had much experience with it.
“We’re not actually married yet, remember?” Snipping without any real anger, Rey actually sighed rather contently when Ben reached out to gently run his palms over her belly.
“If you’d prefer to remain so, I can arrange that. Mother’s high society friends will be scandalized of course. It’s one thing for me to lead the First Order, another entirely to have children outside of marriage.” He teased in delight, savoring how Rey rolled her eyes at him. She was so much fun to play with, especially when her ire was already up for unrelated reasons.
“Speaking of the wedding though, and more importantly, I was sent to fetch you. We have guests.” Ben paused, letting his words hang in the air just long enough to annoy her into raising an eyebrow. “I suppose some of your Resistance friends got noisy. They’ve arrived for the event.”
It was entertaining to watch Rey attempt to scurry. This late in her term, it was adorable to watch her do anything really. The ceremony was happening tomorrow and not a moment too soon in his estimation. His lovely Flower looked as though the children would pop out at any moment.
“Look at this place!” Rose exhaled slowly, taking in the view of Varykino and its majesty. This place had the good grace to be old, not newly built with blood money and full of morally bankrupt assholes like the gambling den Finn had been impressed by.
“This the kinda place you want?” Her dark skinned lover teased her. Finn was in much better spirits than he could ever recall being in his life. He had not expected to see the end of the war, at least the war as he knew it. It had taken so much from him, his childhood, his youth. And Rose would never truly consider settling when there was work she could be doing. Now, for the first time, he’d caught her looking at small cottages on calmer planets.
“Are you crazy? I need access to a city to make a living.” It was wild, the idea of making a living. Getting up, going to work, coming home to Finn. Resting. Having a normal life. The kind of life her sister would have wanted for them.
“Place is way too good for that asshole.” Poe grumbled, tossing their scant luggage out of the transport. His shoulders were itching, annoyed and entirely unsure how he had let them talk him into this.
“No argument. General must know what she’s doing though.” Rose sighed, stretching her arms over her head as she stepped out of the transport. It was easy to be happy for Rey, but difficult to reconcile who her friend was happy with.
“Rose! Finn! Poe!”
There was no mistaking the happy voice, coming from inside the doorway to Varykino. Finn and Rose broke into an immediate trot while Poe delayed. Outside of a few hours in the med bay, he hadn’t spoken to Rey since she’d shot him with lightning. Which had probably been an accident but it was disconcerting all the same. Especially considering who the dumbass was marrying.
Inside, Ben watched the reunion with a touch of jealousy. He knew, intellectually, that they posed no threat to his happiness. Rey would choose him and the children over and over again. And he’d made it his business to ensure that Rey was kept fucked within an inch of her life, though he denied even to himself that a part of it came from wanting to ensure she was too sated to ever seek another.
He didn’t begrudge her their friendships. Ben didn’t even mind that they took her time, occupied her mind when a twisted part of him wanted Rey to think only of him. What he struggled with was her smile, how she embraced the others so freely, shining that warmth he coveted for himself. Ben braced himself on a railing, well aware that he was playing a rather cliche role as he watched his love from a distance.
“I would ask if you’re about to cause trouble. Except that I didn’t inform them where she is.”
Mother’s voice carried a light scolding and Ben smirked a little, loosening his grip on the stone.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re referencing, Mother.”
“You never have before, so I don’t expect you to start now.” She huffed, coming to stand by her son. A little smile gracing her features as she watched Poe awkwardly walk towards Rey. The four would sort things out between themselves, given time. Their bonds were simply too strong to tolerate division for long. “She’s happy to see them.”
“That’s what matters.” Ben glanced down at his Mother, entirely unsurprised she had figured him out. His last attempt to surprise Rey had ended in having to tell her about her lineage. This one was, blessedly, going according to plan.
Bathed in the glow of a beautiful sunset, Rey was the picture of a delighted mother and bride-to-be. With Ben under strict orders not to come close, she was showing off the veil they’d adjusted to suit her own taste, along with the little mobiles she’d fashioned to hang over the cribs. Small models of ships and planets, suspended on wire and brightly colored. Two of the three porgs were waddling, investigating the new items and the visitors, while the third was settled on Rey’s lap - taking a nap.
“I don’t really know what babies ought to have and the HoloNet threads get so confusing and angry.” Rey confessed with a sheepish laugh to Finn, watching as he dangled one of her creations from his strong fingers.
“Everything on the HoloNet gets angry.” Rose snorted, tracing her finger lightly down the edge of the veil. “I can’t believe you get to use the General’s Mother’s veil though.”
“It’s just nice to have something with family history.” It was so soothing to see her friends going through the wedding regalia and baby things. This is what people are supposed to have when they are starting a new chapter, a family to celebrate with.
“You did a great job, Rey. You gonna make some more of these? Could probably sell them at that market you were talking about.” Finn grinned over at her. She was happy and that set him more at ease. It helped that the asshole hadn’t been spotted yet, but he’d never seen Rey looking so well. So minor points in the jerk’s favor.
“Oh, that’s a great idea-”
Whatever Rose had been about to say was cut off by one Poe Dameron stalking across from the other side of the courtyard and slamming a brightly colored drink down on the table beside Rey. He had a matching one in his hand, the kind that have you wobbling in your steps before you even get to the bottom.
“Poe…. I’m pregnant.” Rey arched her eyebrows, glancing at the beverage and the look of grim determination on his face.
“I made it without booze.” Poe didn’t so much sit down as he collapsed into a nearby chair, taking a quick drink from his glass. The alcohol missing from her glass had gone into his own. “Look, we gotta talk about you shooting me with lighting and that’s the sorta thing that requires a drink.”
“We literally went over and agreed not to.” Rose groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Rey, I’m so sorry.”
“Poe, knock it off.” Finn rose quickly and, while he set down the mobile with care, the hand that squeezed his friend’s shoulder was tight. They all wanted answers about what happened that day but they had also all said to wait until after the high risk pregnancy was successfully completed!
“Look, I’m sorry but Rey… I gotta know. Is that some shit he taught you? What kinda path is he taking you down?”
Poe’s eyes seemed to burn through her and Rey looked down at her lap, her left hand stroking slowly over the twins. Ben wouldn’t be so much as annoyed with her if she cast the blame at his feet to hide her parentage. Leia likely wouldn’t raise an eyebrow. And it wasn’t as though Ben hadn’t taught her a few tricks. It wouldn’t be such a lie to say that she learned it from him. Only it didn’t feel right, the words sitting like dusty bricks in her mouth and refusing to come out.
“No. I… That… Poe, that was an accident…”
“No shit, but where did you learn it? What the hell happened to you while you were with him?” Concern and anger mixed together. He shouldn’t have let her leave, Leia’s plan or not. Poe should have put his foot down and insisted Rey go somewhere safer, have more guards or just stay there where they knew she was protected.
“I… it… it’s sort of… genetic? We used the time to investigate and… I come from a line strong with the Dark Side of the Force. So…” Rey swallowed, finally picking up the drink that Poe provided and holding it in both hands. Rotating the cool glass slowly as she summarized to the bits that seemed relevant.
There was a meaningful pause as they all let the new information stink in. Neither of the three knew much of the Force, their rising concern was for their friend, not the balance of the Galaxy.
“What the fuck does that even mean?” Poe sighed, leaning back now that Finn finally released his grip.
“It means it’s not our business.” Finn growled a little. Rey was dealing with enough. If the woman was a traitor to the Resistance, Leia wouldn’t be here.
“I’m related to the Emperor. Believe me, I’m not happy about it and don’t go talking about it.” Rey sighed, raising the glass and finishing it in one go. Rather wishing that the overly sweet mixture actually had the burn that would help ease this moment from her mind.
“You’re one of us.” Rose was the first to speak, standing up and grabbing Poe’s glass from him before he could get wasted and say something even stupider. Pouring it out over the railing while shooting Poe an angry look, she continued. “Some of us just need to figure out how to express themselves without being assholes.”
“Tactful’s not my strong point.” Poe conceded, mumbling as he dropped his head onto his hand - supported by the table - while he tried to sort through the information he’d just been given. It sorta explained a lot, the woman was strong as hell and exceedingly quick-witted. Maybe accounted for her shitty taste in partners as well.
“We’ve got you.” Finn moved to squeeze Rey’s shoulder, a much more gentle and supportive gesture. “Sides, there’s a ton of us who didn’t get a say in being connected to that bullshit.”
Rey started to protest then swallowed the words. She had chosen not to go into detail but their origins were sadly similar. Finn’s parents might have loved him, they might not have. They might be dead, they might be alive. The First Order had plucked her friend from whatever life he’d had before at the tender age of three. He struggled with many of the same questions, only phrased a little differently.
Perhaps shared experience of being alone was why he was so protective of her, Finn mused. They’d met on both the worst and best day of his life, during his escape from the First Order. Rey had never cared that he used to be a Stormtrooper and he sure as hell didn’t care who she happened to share some DNA with.
“Thanks.” Rey squeezed Finn’s hand, drawing comfort in the warmth there. He and Chewie were the first constant good things in her life.
“Whelp.” Poe exhaled, finally lifting his gaze back to Rey. “You, ah… need someone to run any last minute errands? Flowers or… something?”
Trying to help, however awkwardly, was a way for Poe to apologize and a step towards acceptance. That it was Poe fucking Dameron offering to go buy wedding flowers just made it hilariously endearing. Rose and Rey met each other’s gaze and, slowly but steadily, dissolved into a mutual fit of giggles that didn’t end for the better part of ten minutes. Poe would endure floral themed teasing for the rest of the night.
Ben’s pre-event preparations were much quieter but no less soothing. He had hung their clothing for the ceremony so that each garment would be accessible and in the correct order to be worn. Where she had the veil, however, he didn’t know. Rey didn’t want him to see how it had been changed before the ceremony. It seemed pointless, but he obliged her.
When Rey went to dress, she would find a thin box, tied with a black ribbon, set down next to her hairbrush as a quiet wedding day gift. She would protest later, saying he ought to have told her so that she could get something for him. But she would smile for him and that was all he wanted.
In the fading light, he stepped out on a small, more private balcony with two bottles of very expensive ale. If Ben strained, he could occasionally catch laughter from the other side of the Retreat. He settled his large frame on the wide stone railing and leaned back against a pillar. Above his head, flowering vines draped as though deliberately placed to create a romantic effect. They’d probably been carefully cultivated to do just that, he mused.
What was odd to him was not his lack of company, but the lack of whispers in his mind. Certainly, Ben would have expected to feel the Dark Side pulling at him tonight. With Rey’s friends here, he was alone. His Father wasn’t here to offer advice on making a marriage work, and that was Ben’s own fault. Chewbacca wouldn’t be stopping by with a drink, and there wouldn’t be any embarrassing stories about how toddler Ben had gotten Chewie so sticky the poor Wookie had to be shaved. He was alone, the end product of his own choices. Surely there was no better time to torture him.
Ben pried the tops off both bottles with a practiced hand. Alderaanian ale was extremely difficult to get ahold of, what with the main producer having been destroyed by his Grandfather. For better or for worse, depending on how much of a beer snob one was, the rich grains had already been exported and there were a few specialty companies catering to a niche market. Mostly Alderaanian families whose survival had been luck, happening to be off-planet for whatever reason, rich business types and drink enthusiasts.
“Wish you were here, Dad.” He whispered into the growing darkness, setting one of the bottles on the far side of the ledge before Ben took a slow drink from his bottle.
“He’d remind you that drinking alone is dangerous.”
“One’s for him.” Ben wasn’t surprised to hear his mother’s voice though he hadn’t been expecting it. “I thought you were with Rey.”
“They see me as the General, to one degree or another. I’m more concerned about being your Mother right now.” Leaning her cane against the railing, Leia’s hand gently cupped her son’s face. Tracing her finger along a hint of scruff. “You need to shave.”
“Rey likes a little stubble.” She wasn’t wrong though. He’d shave neatly before the ceremony though why Ben couldn’t just say that, he didn’t know. Exhaling slowly, he looked down at the bottle in his hands.
“I’m so proud of you.”
Her words were quiet and cruelly sincere, causing Ben to duck his head. How dare she. How could she possibly say such a thing. When she, of all people, knew his sins and the measure of his failures. Had he not single-handedly destroyed their family? He’d murdered Father, driven Uncle to exile first then death. Mother had been spaced in an attack he’d led, personally.
Leia’s touch drew his features upwards again, and her smile was tender. Her wonderful boy had fallen so far, nearly drowning in corruption and darkness. Yet he came back, came back and was adding to the galaxy. It would never erase what was done but all the same. Ben was back, fighting the Darkness. Her thumb caressed his cheek, catching a bead of moisture in the dim light.
“Mother… why…”
His voice broke on the question but he didn’t need to continue. Leia’s arms wrapped around him, pulling Ben into the embrace he hadn’t felt in so long. Worn fingers soothed gently through his hair while her own heart shattered into pieces around them. The why was the many hundreds, thousands of questions they had all suffered.
“We failed you Ben, but we never stopped loving you. Never.” He smelled of the same soaps as when he was a teen. Cocky and convinced he knew everything one moment, frightened of the Darkness that swirled around him in the next one.
The ale bottle slipped from his fingers, creating a mess several floors below for the poor groundskeeper. Ben couldn’t bring himself to care, burying his head into his Mother’s shoulder and grasping tightly to her petite frame. He was not the sort of person that people loved. Kylo Ren had no right to expect affection or comfort.
“It’s all right, Ben. Ssh, it’s all right.” Leia rubbed her hand between his shoulder blades as Ben’s shoulders began to shake, soothing him slowly as she had so many times in the past. When things had felt both a great deal simpler and a great deal worse. Humming him a familiar lullabye as Ben wept in quiet shudders.
There was a great deal to cry over and Ben wasn’t sure where his pain started and regret for his actions began. Only that everything blended together and that his Mother still felt so safe, with a scent of delicate flowers and gentle touch.
“I’m sorry.” She deserved a better apology, something formal and drawn out. The sort of thing that would be carved into a statue’s plaque - commemorating Han’s legacy and Ren’s defeat. All he could give her were two broken words, his voice wracked with tears.
“I know.” Leia buried her head into his dark curls, her own shoulders trembling with unshed tears. Words would not bring Han back, or the millions of lives that had been snuffed out. Yet let the galaxy hate her, she would protect her son. Pulling back slightly, Leia cradled his face in her hands. “We’re so sorry. Your Father and I. We are both so sorry.”
He couldn’t remember seeing his Mother cry. Not like this. She had shed poignant tears during speeches, and he could remember her crying at the memorials for her own parents. This was a deeper wound, one that seemed it might carve the woman in two. It physically hurt Ben to see the pain in her eyes and so he buried back against her shoulder. Letting them both have the comfort of the only other living Skywalker.
“Why Uncle?”
“Because he was Luke Skywalker.” Leia laughed darkly through her tears. She’d had such perfect faith in her brother. Han had been doubtful and she should have listened. But even he had trusted Luke. All three of them trusted each other almost blindly, but what can one expect? They had pulled each other out of so many situations that were simply impossible. At some point, one simply starts to expect miracles.
“And if the Legend can’t redeem the boy, kill him.” Ben eased back slowly, looking up at his Mother with self-hatred in his eyes. How many nights had he wondered if Uncle had been right. He was Luke Skywalker after all.
“Never.” Leia nearly hissed in her admance, brushing tears from his face. She had nearly killed Luke herself. A part of her still wished she had, or had let Han. Perhaps then Ben would have felt safe. “That was never the plan and we were never all right with what happened that night. We didn’t know how to help you afterwards, but it doesn’t mean what your Uncle did was right.”
He closed his eyes and tried to remember exactly what his parents had said then. There had been a lot of fighting between them all. Father had been so outwardly furious at Uncle but Ben internalized it. After all, it wouldn’t have been a problem if he wasn’t a monster. The memories seemed to be distorted, as though viewing a painting through ripped gauze and broken lenses. Oddly indifferent to the idea, Ben wondered for a moment if Snoke had been toying with his perception of events even then. It wasn’t as though the bastard had ever attempted to be impartial.
“How long will you stay after tomorrow?” Ben spoke after a long silence, brushing the last of the moisture away with the back of his hand. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want her to leave anytime soon. They had a great deal to discuss between them but Ben couldn’t manage more than a little at a time. If he was being honest with himself. “Rey would appreciate help with the twins.”
“Until you’re all well-settled. However long that takes.” Leia promised with a squeeze of his hands and, for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, Ben believed his Mother.
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I guess I should post my tik toks on here - income Reylo/Adam Spam Enjoy :)
#Reylo#Rey#Ben#Kylo ren#Star Wars#tlj#Ben solo#Rey solo#they are married#reylo edit#adam driver#daisy ridley#mine
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I'm done with your purity
I'm fucking done with all of you westerners fucks who take your freedom for granted. AO3 was banned in china because pissy fans reporting RPF TO THE GOVERNMENT UNDER FALSE REPORT OF PEDO OR WHATEVER thus making life a living hell for Chinese writers and fans. ALSO LET ME TELL YOU that fanfic and AO3 is a safe space for many oppressed LGBT people outside of the west
I can't fucking say that I'm trans and bi without having people beating the shit out of me, but I can fuckin' write that I'm gay as fuck in fanfic or writing gay shit about my fave with fanfic
Imagine some people defending state wide censorship over fanfic, because they don't like icky fanfic, that's a sign that either you are brainwashed or fucking privileged and taking your freedom for granted. You know why Asian and other non western USA-European are more chill with fanfic and fandom?
Why we are less prone to make some stupid callout over fanworks?
Because most of us doesn't have the same information and expression privilege like the west, we take any freedom that we can have
That's in 2017... There's probably more than one million websites being censored rn. I cannot even buy pride pin here because NO ONE outside of internet selling it! The censorship always begin from "banning information to protect children and moral from nsfw" down to censoring Spongebob Squarepants
You don't like something? Just don't fucking read it, it wouldn't stop the author to write and when they do stop writing usually after they are harassed so bad to the point of mental break down or suicide. What the actual fuck...
Defending and supporting state wide censorship because you want to feel superior on the internet is beyond stupid and it showing your privilege... Also yah fuck you who defend china aggressive state wide censorship because adult x adult RPF icky or whatever, I like reading Tom Hiddleston x Reader, because I'm lonely and it's fun. Don't lie that you never thinking of marrying your favorite celebrities or dreaming about dating Gerard Way.
What the fuck you gonna do about it? Crucify my ass? So long you are not shoving it to the person's face, who give a fuck? It's not a justifiable ground to cheer for government mandated national wide censorship. A lot of westerners are so privileged and terminally online to the point their mind revolve around online discourse 24/7 I'm not saying discourse has no damn merits but you get what I said...
Some people particularly white westerners are so privileged they have the chance to goes back 180° and agreeing with conservative mindset they claim to hate so much... Also your kink critical bullshit and your bullshit crusading over dark stories? Yeah. Heavily influenced by TERF and conservatism. Newsflash...
I'm not a person who agree with all ship or stories, i don't claim any moral high ground. I was so scared of getting cancelled due to the hostile neo puritan fandom culture, but seeing people defending China great firewall and aggressive censorship finally broke something inside of me and I cannot stay quiet
I don't give a fuck about your fanfic discourse, If i don't like something i just wouldn't fucking engage with it and wouldn't read...
I'm done, I'm tired. Fucking tagging this shit as anti vs pro because i need to get the message out there and LET THE CHAOS begin
( When you want to escape your country censorship to the internet but then you see the supposed liberated westerners people wanting censorship because they want to feel moral. Yes there are even westerners who don't want to see anything even remotely 'problematic' example: they will attack Zutara or fuckin' Reylo shipper whatever. See? You are terminally online and so privileged... Congratulations... Here's your fucking medal and gold star)
#ao3#fanfic#shipping#shipping discourse#terminally online#puriteens#puritan#china#censorship#SEA#Indonesia#fandom#fandom wank#purity wank#fandom discourse#fandom critical#rpf#archives of our own#lgbt#politics#antis#vs#pro ship#asia
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A friend of mine confessed that she let her 3.5 year old daughter see Star Wars, namely the original trilogy and the first of the sequel trilogy. Her takes are as follows:
“Darth Vader is my favorite. He cuts off a hand!”
“Is Kylo Ren friends with Darth Vader? They should be friends!”
“Are Kylo Ren and Rey going to get married?”
So basically, Reylo is so obvious a toddler can figure it out, and she just wants Kylo Ren to get to be friends with Darth Vader and marry Rey. I find this all hilarious and delightful.
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I’m imagining if the personalities of the Reylo and Kylux fandoms were swapped, like
“Kylo and Hux, two parts of the First Order 💕triumvirate💕 ☺️😍 Kylux was always endgame! The romantic tension in their first shared sneer in The Force Awakens!! Reunite the triumvirate! They deserved to both live and fight in the Resistance together happily ever after! 😭 *every Kylux blog having an orange cat emoji in their bio* 🐈 Kylo and Hux Regency AU!”
and
“HAHAHA BEAT HIM UP REY, Kylo and Rey are absolute garbage trash and I love them so much I hate them. bang kill marry? all three. They share the same wet and wild eyeliner stick and probably the same underwear (I mean Rey’s cuz Kylo’s a lil bee-YOTCH). This ship ruined my life. I frickin hate Reylo. Rey and Kylo emo MySpace AU”
#the two genders: reylo and kylux#two ship fandoms with one character in common yet so wildly different. lol#this is what it’s like to scroll through the kylo tag
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STARS THAT SHOW US: THE 2024 REYLO FANFICTION ANTHOLOGY GIFT FIC EXCHANGE SIGN UPS ARE NOW OPEN
Title inspired by June Jordan’s poem “Poem for My Love”
As a special way to enjoy some Reylo fanfiction this Valentine’s Day, the Reylo Fanfiction Anthology is hosting a gift fic exchange on AO3!
As a participant, you will offer to write a story of a minimum of 1000 words for someone’s request. You will also be matched with another writer who’ll write a gift fic for you based on your sign up request.
Sign ups open on Friday, December 8, 2023.
Sign ups will close at midnight EST on Sunday, December 17, 2023.
You will receive your recipient’s request by Wednesday, December 20, 2022.
All fics are due at midnight EST on Saturday, February 3rd, 2023 to give us time for any pinch hit assignments, if necessary.
Fics will be anonymously revealed at 12:01 A.M., February 14th, 2023.
Authors will be revealed on Wednesday February 21st, 2023.
Please note that that this is an exchange hosted on AO3. In order to participate, you must have an Archive of Our Own account. For questions on how to join AO3, or any other questions, please email us at [email protected].
Please indicate at least three prompts for a fic you would like to receive when signing up, as well as anything you do not want in your gift fic. Additionally, we are asking all participants this year to please include their favorite non-Star Wars book and movie in their sign up.
Example:
Prompt 1: Years after Rey and Kylo are married and trying to live happily ever after, a new Sith Lord rises.
Prompt 2: Domestic fluff - Rey and Ben/Kylo celebrate a holiday.
Prompt 3: Explicit hand holding
I love when Rey and Kylo banter and spar, but I don’t like outright fighting where they hurt each other. Fluff is fine! I really like when they kiss and makeup.
I do not want a gift fic with the following: Extreme violence, blood and gore.
My favorite non-SW book is Neverwhere and movie is Labyrinth!
Click here to sign up for the exchange!
Click here for more details about how the exchange will work!
#reylo#reylo fanfiction anthology#rffa writers#stars that show us#announcement#sign ups#mod post#moodboard
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if i see anyone comparing lucy x cooper to reylo, i'm going to have a stroke. if we were to compare them to anyone, it'd be dolores x mib (and max is teddy).
the uwu new dad daughter duo comparisons are so much fucking worse! like girl. they did a mutual mutilation ur part of me forever now marriage vows type shit. these bitches psycho married now be so fr rn. like I said before kill urself or watch some bad pedro pascal show about it. also get well soon
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Not gonna lie though if you REALLY think Orinus Atkascha is the True King of Ivalice then you’re a little bit sus. Friendly reminder that Orinus’s claim to the throne was shaky AT BEST because he was probably conceived through his mother’s infidelity (and again, it’s not WEIRD to tell married women, even in real life, that a child conceived with lies and betrayal by a wife whose womb belonged to her husband should have had no other destiny than to go cold in the crib).
Ovelia Atkascha had ALREADY been named heir BY THE KING (and if any of you had ever READ A BOOK then you’d know Kings have the divine right to rule over and make decisions for the lesser people of his kingdom, and that’s just as true in Ivalice as it is in real life) and the rumor that she’d been “switched at birth” was baseless hearsay anyway (AND people who lie burn in Hell for all eternity). SHE was always going to ascend the throne and if her female weaknesses made her an inferior ruler than a true trueborn son of the King would have been, at LEAST she was SUPPOSED to be there and wasn’t a BASTARD.
But by the grace of God she became the wife of Delita Heiral who, though he was of a much lesser House, was neither the fruit of a greedy mother’s cockle nor tainted with the unworthy blood of a commoner. Delita took Ovelia’s weak and confused womanly hand and ascended the throne as her husband and King, allowing her to fulfill a woman’s true purpose of bearing and nurturing children (and more people IN REAL LIFE should remember that, but they’re too busy liking gross and morally bad things like age gaps and incest).
Delita had come from humble but pure beginnings as the third son of a minor lord, but God saw his honesty and goodness and guided him first to the service of Baron Grimms, then to his ultimate destiny as destroyer of lies and corruption. He was a good husband to Ovelia, protecting her from all those that sought to harm her. And since he wore the Crown honestly, and not through lies and deceit, he was a good and just King.
And the TRUE King, if you even care, but I’m sure you’re too busy shipping Reylo (ugh) to understand how REAL LIFE works.
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Reylo AU where besties Rey & Ben go travelling & Ben ties his laces one night in Paris & Rey's all 'Ok! Yes! Yes, I'll marry you' and Ben's all 'Wait, what??' 🤭
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