As I was drawing them I imagened that Ben had been watching Rey for a long time, waiting for her to be ready for him. Something connects them and Rey can feel it, so against her common sense, she let’s herself be caught.
Thank you @catchmelikekyloren for the challenge, it was fun!!
Rey x Kylo Ren - Reylo AU - Doctor! Kylo Ren x Patient! Rey
“I loved your stories! Could you do an au with Kylo as a doctor and Rey a patient? Thanks :)” - ANON.
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Notes: Thank you so much for your kind words! I hope you enjoy :)
WARNING: Strong language
Word Count: 1,481
It was a Saturday night, thank God. She could only imagine how much more stress she’d feel if it were to happen during a weekday, when she had work.
Of course, most people could just call in and take the day off, but Rey needed them money. She had never taken a day off in her life and had always worked herself to the maximum limit. It would be stupid, and frankly quite embarrassing, if she were to stay off for one little injury.
Sitting in a hospital bed at almost midnight, Rey had somehow managed to do something to her wrist.
She had been carrying on with Finn and Poe, playing with an antique sword that the three of them had found online. After swinging it a few times, she was certain she had gotten the hang of it. All of them then spent the next twenty minutes or so chasing each other around with it.
Rey pretended she was going to strike Finn in the face with it. The sword got too close for comfort and attempting to swing it back to get it away in time, she underestimated the weight off it. It swung a completely unexpected direction and ended up twisting her wrist harshly enough to the point where she didn’t know what had happened to it.
She had been waiting on a Doctor ever since she got in the room, which was around thirty minutes ago. Still, no sign of anyone that knew how to ease her pain. Her only exception being when her nurse gave her a bucket of ice to sit her hand in, as well as some pain relief until he came.
Scrolling through Facebook, she got a notification saying that Finn had tagged her in a post. She clicked on it, tapping the button to enable the sound. Immediately, it was a mistake. The loud sound of a woman moaning filled the room, and just from the shock, she dropped her phone off the bed. She was quick to reach down, snatching it up in her hand. But by then, it was already too late.
The moment she was sitting up properly again, she looked up to see a man halfway through the door, dress from head to toe in scrubs. He was a doctor, and from the look of pity and mild disgust that he was sending her way, she assumed he did not like the moaning sounds that were still blaring from her phone.
“It was a video!” She stated quickly, trying to make a recovery from what he assumed she was watching.
“I gathered,” was his reply, shaking his head lightly as he finally walked over to his desk to get her statement.
“No, not like that. It was a prank, thing.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“It is!” She objected. “I’m obviously not going to watch porn in a hospital.”
“Not with that hand.”
It took her a couple of seconds to comprehend what he meant, but the moment she did, she glared at him. From the small smirk that tugged at the corners of his lips, she could tell it hadn’t affected him.
Then she moved her phone into her hand that had been injured, climbing off the bed. He barely spared a glance her way as she made approached, only looking up when she was right in front of him.
Watching his brows raise, she lifted her phone to his face, pressing the button so that he could see the video. Inwardly wincing at the pain that shot through her wrist when she did so.
Then his facial expression seemed to soften, something that resembled a smile gracing his lips as he scribbled something down. “You do realise I was messing with you, right?”
This seemed to shock her, slowly lowering her hand until it was back at her side. Then she exhaled a shaky breath, already feeling her cheeks heating up slightly. “Obviously…”
It was only then that she realised how attractive he was, with soft brown eyes, long dark locks, and tall. Very tall.
He looked back up again, beckoning for her to follow him over to the bed.
When she was sat comfortably, he took her wrist into his grasp, gently flexing it. “Can you move it?”
She nodded, tilting it a little. Still, the pain remained, and he knew this.
“Well, just from what I’ve seen, I’d say it’s just a sprain. If it were broken, you’d most likely be crying from the movement.”
Rey wasn’t sure whether or not to let out a sigh of relief, sinking into the bed more.
“I’m going to prescribe you some anti-inflammatory medication, and I’m going to put a cast around your wrist, alright?”
She nodded once more, swallowing as she watched him go into a cupboard. The moment he began to wrap it around her arm, she flinched, trying not to move too much.
His gaze would occasionally linger on her face, and for a while she thought there might have been something on it.
“I’d say it should be healed in around three to seven days. You’ll be able to take the cast of yourself then, but if anything, else happens just drop by.”
“You make it sound like this happens often,” she joked, trying to add some humour to the situation.
She saw him tilting his head, an amused expression on his face as he stared. “No. We don’t usually get people in spraining their wrists from swinging swords.”
Her eyes widened a fracture in shock. “How did you-“
“Your friends were talking about it down in reception. Apparently, you tried to pull the sword back from his face and you used too much pressure?”
She chuckled sheepishly.
“It was a noble thing for you to do,” he stated, and she couldn’t help but feel like a puppy who had just been praised from their owners. Not that she was a dog, or he was more superior to her. But the small feelings of butterflies in her tummy surfaced, and she began to feel grateful for not having anyone else in the room.
“Well, I would rather have myself get hurt rather than my friends…”
He seemed to hum in approval at her words, and she watched him nod, pursing his lips slightly before he walked back to his desk.
Standing up, she walked over to where he was, seeing him continue to scribble something down on a bit of paper. Then he turned, handing it to her.
“Give this bit to the chemist whenever you visit the pharmacy, they’ll give you your pain relief. This bit here-“ he gestured to the bit that was stuck just below it, “is for you to contact if you have any inquiries.”
Nodding once more, she let her eyes scan over the words, noticing the name Kylo Ren written in italics.
“Alright, thanks Doctor,” she said, walking towards the door.
“Call me Ben,” he said, almost a little too suddenly, and she turned back to him, seeing an almost regrettable expression.
“It says Kylo-“
“That’s just a professional name,” he stated.
Glancing back down to it, she nodded again. “Okay, Ben. Thanks for your time.”
“No problem. I’ll, uh, see you around?”
“Sure.”
Later, when she was back in her apartment, she brought out her phone as well as the piece of paper the Doctor had given her. Then she typed it into her phone, pressing the icon to send a message.
Me: Hey, is this a professional number?
Unknown: No. Who is this?
Me: It’s Rey. Rey Kenobi. I was given this at the Hospital…
Unknown: Oh, right. This is Ben speaking. Was there something you wanted to ask about?
A small smirk pulled at her lips as she began typing her next response.
Me: This isn’t for medical inquiries, is it Ben?
It took him a moment before he responded, and she could only imagine him making a face.
Unknown: Excuse me?
Me: Don’t worry. I think it’s pretty smooth. I wouldn’t have even expected it, if you hadn’t told me to call you by your real name.
Unknown: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
She rolled her eyes.
Me: So, do you wanna go for lunch tomorrow? I might need a Doctor to help me eat with my injury, and all.
The minute she pressed send, she let out a small screech, cringing that she had actually sent it. She threw her phone down onto the cushion of her couch, standing up quickly and walking to her fridge.
She heard it go off when she was getting herself a drink, too anxious to check it.
Slowly, she moved towards it. As if it were going to attack her. Then she picked it up, pressing the button. The screen lit up once more, and her eyes scanned his message.
Drawing, painting, sculpting or making has always been a passion of mine, but believe it or not drawing (which I have done since I was little) was left for dead since… 2010, I would still draw although it was only sporadically but when Reylo came to my life… Boom! I just haven’t been able to stop :0!
So a dream of mine has always been to live off that art, not just drawing but in general from all I do. But, I’m rusty and I need practice (thus explaining the constant updates), so now you ask, what does all of this have to do with the requests?
Well, I need even more practice, not only drawing what I like but also what others want, and that’s how the idea for the requests came up, so that in a close future I can offer a commissions service :)
I’ll be opening 7 slots, I think it’s a number I can handle.
So here’s the basis:
- Y’all know my blog, so NSFW is definitely on the table but I will have to draw a line if it crosses my limits.
-I will do comics, but as long as the idea can be presented in under 6 panels
-Any ship is cool, but again, I will draw a line if something doesn’t agree with me (which I doubt).
- I’ll be doing skethes (b/w or color), grayscale (monochromatic too) and flat colors.
-Lastly, big DON’Ts: dubious consent, rape, gore (depends)… I think that;s it for now…. But again, It will be my desicion if I draw something or not.
To participate, you need to:
-be a follower
-reblog this post
-then send me an ask, so I can publish it and track how many slots are left.
This is a way for me to practice and get a feel of working in a similar way to commissioning and to show appreciation to you guys :)
AND AGAIN! THANK YOU FOR BEING SO WELCOMING!
And now, an Adam Driver for your beautiful attention
I just wanted to let my followers, and anyone that stumbles across my page, know that I’m putting my AU’s and posts I write on here on AO3 too! I’m not going to remove them from here, but I thought it might make them more accessible and easier to find on there. You can find it HERE!
If you would like to request me to write something, you can do so HERE or send a message to my inbox. You can even leave a comment on the works if you’d prefer.
Please know that I’m not limited to Reylo. I also take requests that involve Finnrey, FinnPoe, etc.
If you would like to write a request that isn’t Star Wars related, or if you’d be interested, I might be able to work something out. Fandoms I know are: Lucifer, Riverdale, Supernatural, Marvel, etc. So please let me know if you are interested!
reblog this if you’re a fanfic writer & your motivation to write actually increases when readers actually show interest & give you feedback. even just a reblog or a little comment here and there
Modern AU where Ben is at the top of the corporate ladder and Rey is his PA with Matchmaker! Leia.
This fic is dedicated to the amazing @raven-maiden who has been an absolute dear to the Reylo fandom with her contributions! 💕✨☺️ Love you bb!
Thanks to my beta, Emily @dancingmicrobes who without, this chapter would be nonexistent! ❤️❤️❤️ seriously.
Also, much thanks and appreciation to Rizza @rileybabe for this gorgeous moodboard for this fic! You’re an invaluable gem! 😘👏🏻
Chapter 6 | Filthy is the New Black (Read Here):
“Don’t deny you like being the CEO of this company and the authority that comes with it.”
The corner of his mouth tugs up. “If my memory serves me right, you like being ordered around by me. Especially during last night.”
She has no idea how he’s able to spout innuendos that quickly and sinfully without batting an eye. Dark smouldering eyes meet hers and Rey falters, face warming up when she remembers the delicious wicked things he’d done to her less than twenty-four hours ago.
She’d never thought that the rough stubble lining his jaw trailing all over her body would cause her skin to be so sensitive; increasing her awareness of him and every sensation he’d coaxed from her with his mouth.
Rey absolutely hates how Ben Solo can reduce her to a pile of hormones with just a look and a few clever words strung together.
You’ll own my soul and eternal gratitude if you reblog and spread the word! ♥♥♥
Red Riding Hood AU where Rey is a huntress and Kylo Ren is the Big Bad Wolf, who also happens to be an Alpha.
I’d like to dedicate this story to the magical @resplendxntly who has been so kind and helpful towards me and has given me such wonderful advice. She encouraged me to go through with writing this when I had my doubts. So, I’d just like to express my gratitude towards her.
I’d also like to thank my best friend @writing-in-hell for being insane with me at times where I got stressed out. She gives me hope, and I’m so thankful for having her. I’m pretty sure she’s decided to take the role of my Beta, and has helped me edit a lot ofphrases within my first chapter.
Chapter One - Amber Eyes
Rey’s eyes landed on a wolf that protruded the most out of the rest. Its fur as black as coal, its teeth increasingly sharper than any she had ever seen before. And its eyes…
Rey had seen those eyes before in a dream, in a nightmare. That same shade had turned from a glowing amber, to a red that resembled the exact shade of blood.
She wasn’t going to allow that to happen, knowing that when it did, it would be her undoing.
Thank you to @resplendxntlyfor the tag! You have my respects ❤️
Rules: Answer the 20 questions below and then tag 20 bloggers that you want to get to know better.
Nicknames - (Name is Bethany) Beth, Beef (my friend thought he was funny), Betty, Aggie, Loki - Siri and my friends
Height - Around 5′4
Orientation - Bisexual
Nationality - Scottish - No, I do not live in a swamp
Favorite fruit - Apples??
Favorite season - I like the idea of Summer because I’m always picturing myself driving down a highway and listening to music. But in Scotland, we don’t get a lot of heat, and we rarely get warm weather. So when we do, it kills us
Favorite flower - Rose
Favorite scent - Vanilla
Favorite color - Red
Favorite animal - Wolf or Shark
Coffee, tea or hot chocolate - Ooft... I don’t drink coffee. But I’d go with hot chocolate, though I love tea just as much
Average hours of sleep - Error Occurred. What is sleep? No, but, I’m a really weird sleeper. So, maybe around 6-7 hours. But I go to bed late, and get up late, so :/
Cat or dog person - A bit of both. I feel more spiritual towards cats. But I have a doggo and I’d be doing him a dishonor if I said I wasn’t a dog person, so...
Favorite fictional character - This question is evil. I can’t have a favorite. I love too many characters. But if I had to choose, I think I’d say Kylo Ren
Number of blankets you sleep with - One. My room is like a sauna and sometimes I have to push my covers off and only use my housecoat/robe thingy. I’d sleep without them, but I always feel the need to cover myself in case a demon grabs my leg during the night
Dream Trip - Hawaii, somewhere in America
Blog created - Early July, 2018
Number of followers - 11! Who I am very grateful for having with me ❤️
Random fact - I’m a fussy eater. When I was younger, I’d just eat the powder of hot chocolate. The cake mix before it was cooked. And as weird as it may seem, I had a strange liking of eating raw noodles out of the packet before they were cooked.
I’d like to tag these people to participate in this game thing:
If anyone else wants to play, please feel free to! If you’d prefer to be mentioned send me a message and I’ll add you to the list, I just don’t know a lot of people yet, but I hope to in the future!
Red Riding Hood AU where Rey is a huntress and Kylo Ren is the Big Bad Wolf, who also happens to be an Alpha.
I’d like to dedicate this story to the magical @resplendxntly who has been so kind and helpful towards me and has given me such wonderful advice. She encouraged me to go through with writing this when I had my doubts. So, I’d just like to express my gratitude towards her.
I’d also like to thank my best friend @writing-in-hell for being insane with me at times where I got stressed out. She gives me hope, and I’m so thankful for having her. I’m pretty sure she’s decided to take the role of my Beta, and has helped me edit a lot ofphrases within my first chapter.
Chapter One - Amber Eyes
Rey’s eyes landed on a wolf that protruded the most out of the rest. Its fur as black as coal, its teeth increasingly sharper than any she had ever seen before. And its eyes...
Rey had seen those eyes before in a dream, in a nightmare. That same shade had turned from a glowing amber, to a red that resembled the exact shade of blood.
She wasn’t going to allow that to happen, knowing that when it did, it would be her undoing.
Hey, I loved your florist! Rey x Tattoo Artist! Kylo. . . would be willing to do another modern AU with a photographer! Kylo x Model! Rey, please? Thank you in advance!
Rey x Kylo Ren - Reylo AU - Photographer!Kylo x Model!Rey
“Hey, I loved your florist! Rey x Tattoo Artist! Kylo. . . would be willing to do another modern AU with a photographer! Kylo x Model! Rey, please? Thank you in advance!” - Requested by ANON.
Find HERE on AO3!
Notes: Thank you very much! I’m glad that you liked it. Please enjoy :)
Word Count: 1,804
She was late.
Not that it hadn’t happened before, but today was a very important day. Today she was supposed to be photographed by a very important photographer. Ironic, considering she didn’t know who yet, and she doubted that she would recognise them. It wasn’t an insult towards them, she just didn’t pay a lot of attention towards people she didn’t know unless she had either stumbled across their work, or she had been told to do some research them.
Being a model had its ups and downs. She wouldn’t really consider having to research people a bad thing, but she was only told about how her work needed her to work at last minute, and she didn’t have much time to ask who was going to be working with her. Which was her own fault. But she still could have been given a name. The only think keeping her from overstressing her about it, was that they hadn’t. Usually they would give her the names if the person was very important. Meaning, they weren’t needing to know.
The moment she did arrive from clothing and makeup, she could see the looks that people shot her. They almost seemed concerned, and she wondered if she looked ridiculous. But she shoved her thoughts away when she saw the set-up of what she was supposed to be modelling for.
The photographer was talking to someone, quite loudly if she did say so herself. He seemed a little hostile towards the person, and she wondered if he was arguing with them. Realisation dawned on her when they pointed towards her, and from the look the photographer gave her, she understood that he was angry at her.
“And what time do you call this?” He asked, rather aggressively as he approached her. She almost laughed at the relieved look the other person gave, watching them leave before turning her attention back to him.
“I’m sorry, I- “
“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” he snapped, causing her to flinch at the harsh tone of his voice.
“Excuse me?” She asked, her own tone seeming somewhat accusatory.
He scoffed in disbelief, and she wondered if he was going to explode from how much redder his face became.
“What’s wrong, Princess? Did you think I was just going to let you off on being late because you’re a model?”
She shook her head quickly, having not meant it that way at all. “No! I- “
“Because I’ll tell you this. I have a lot of very important appointments today, so forgive me for not having the time to dilly-dally whilst you’re off doing whatever it was you were doing.”
“I was in hair and makeup,” she said quickly, wanting to at least try and explain herself a bit more. “The hair stylist came in late because of an accident… I tried to get her as quick as I could.”
That seemed to shut him up, and she watched as his lips pressed into a thin line. But then he narrowed her eyes, and she was sure she had never been so tempted to throw herself out a window before.
“I don’t care much for your excuses,” he said lowly. Then he motioned his head towards where she assumed she was going to be photographed. “Now, if you would.”
Rey considered biting back.
She thought about telling him that they weren’t excuses, that the person that usually did her hair had some personal issues with their family, considering one of their relatives had gotten into an accident. So, it wasn’t really her fault.
But then she also didn’t want to put all the blame on them, especially considering what they were going through.
Finally deciding, she simply gave a nod before walking over to the shoot.
He gave her all different poses to make. Different directions to face. Different angles and all the rest.
At one point, he even came over to adjust the way her head was tilted. She wasn’t expecting his fingers to feel so soft against her skin, and she ended up jumping. He didn’t take too kindly to her reaction, giving her a fierce glare before he walked back to his spot to get more pictures.
When the shoot finally did end, most of the people that were in the studio left to go for their break. But her photographer stayed. She could see him flicking through the pictures he had shot of her, and she felt a little bit pressured at the thought of him observing her.
Then again, it was just one of the things that had to happen in her job. The photographers, hair stylists, and make up artists had to make everything perfect and polished before it was sent out to be published.
She observed him for a few more minutes, then she realised just how creepy she seemed. Clearing her throat, she walked over to him, stopping just a few feet away as to not invade his personal space.
“Listen…” she started, not even seeming to catch his attention. “I just wanted to apologise for everything that happened this morning. It wasn’t entirely the hair-stylists’ fault. I got there a little later than I usually would and- “
“I don’t care,” he suddenly stated, his eyes still glued to his camera screen.
Taken aback by his comment, she felt her eyes widened slightly. Then she furrowed her brows, raising a brow at him.
“I was only trying to apologise.”
“I don’t need your apologies,” he retorted, shifting in his stance.
Rey crossed her arms. “It didn’t seem that way this morning.”
This caught his interest, and she saw him stop what he was doing, his eyes slowly raising to meet hers.
She had never felt more intimidated before.
“That’s because, as you admitted, you arrived late to a formal photography shoot. You, the centre of attention, are supposed to arrive early and promptly on time. But you don’t seem to think that way, and quite frankly, only seem to care about yourself. I get it, you’re a model. You can’t do anything wrong. But you’re already crossing lines that you should know by now to stay clear from.”
Her facial expression turned appalled and she stared at him in horror and disbelief. “I know I arrived late, alright? I know that I should have been more careful on my timekeeping. I get it, I made a mistake. But you know what?” She stepped closer to him, her lip turned back into a snarl. “I apologised. I admitted to what I did wrong. I don’t only care about myself, if I did, I wouldn’t be here trying to make up for it, would I? So, stop trying to put your problems onto everyone else’s. Take a breath, or a walk. Because all that built up aggression and frustration, that might work for some people. But in reality,” she stepped impossibly closer, almost touching his camera. “It only makes you an asshole.”
He moved from his leaning position to stand up fully, and she almost stepped away when she realised how tall he was. But she kept her ground, not daring to move a muscle as she watched how angry he seemed to get at her comment.
“Do you know who I am?”
Rey rolled her eyes so dramatically, she was almost positive it echoed.
“No, and I, quite frankly, don’t give a fuck. You’re a photographer, you take pictures. I’m a model, I pose for pictures. That’s all I need to know.”
Then she stormed out of the room, not even giving him a chance to respond.
When she went for her break, she was able to meet up with her friends Finn and Poe at a local cafe. She told them both about what had happened to her, even managing to gain a high five from Poe.
Then she saw him. Immediately, a scowl formed on her face as she watched him walk up to the queue. He seemed much calmer than he had when both were talking, and she wondered if he had actually taken her advice.
“Jesus, Rey,” snapped her out of her thoughts, and she turned to see an amused looking Finn with his eyebrow raised at her. “What did he ever do to you?”
“That was the photographer I was telling you about,” she said lowly, not wanting to be heard.
Rey watched as Finn seemed to freeze, his eyes widening. “No, it’s not.”
She furrowed her brows, squinting her eyes at him in confusion. “Yes, it is.”
“Rey…” He said slowly. “That’s Kylo Ren.”
Instantly, it was like a million alarms were going off in her mind. She recognised the name as a famous photographer who had travelled around the world to take pictures of all different people. Even being requested by celebrities.
Her eyes widened in shock as she gaped at him.
“KYLO REN?!” She almost screamed, quickly covering her mouth afterwards as she silently cursed herself. Clearing her throat, she tried to be smooth, slowly turning her gaze to see if he had heard her.
He was staring right at her.
She kept his gaze for a few moments before quickly turning back to Finn, who was giving her a very concerned looking look along with Poe.
Wincing, she leaned down to rest her head against the table. “Fuck me.”
After a couple of moments, she brought her head back up. Finn and Poe had gone back to conversing, and once again, she felt like a third-wheeler.
But then she noticed something at the edge of the table, reaching forward to lift it up. Slowly, she picked it up to inspect, noticing it was a neatly folded piece of paper. She opened it, her eyes furrowing as she scanned over the words.
To whom it may concern,
I realise this may seem a tad strange and, most likely, confusing. But I’d like to offer a compromise. You see, I could tell from how you screamed my name that you only just found out who I was. Shocking, I gather. But I’m willing to put our argument behind us, if you agree to go out on a date with me.
No one, and I mean no one, has ever talked back to me the way you did. It was rather thrilling, and I was hoping you might be able to forgive my rude behaviour.
Yours Sincerely,
Kylo Ren.
Below read a number, which she assumed was his, and her cheeks flushed red. Why did he want to go out on a date with her right after she called him an asshole?
Before she could even try to put more thought and consideration into the question, she looked up just in time to see the same man leaving, a slight smirk on his face.
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