top 5 fic recs (preferably wips)?
I can’t follow rules so I chose 7 ;)
i only lie when i love you by @dankobah
“Don’t talk about Mr. Brightside around him.”
The camera is focused on Luke Skywalker, weathered and grey-haired. He’s rough around the edges, beard coating his jaw and part of his neck. The suit he’s wearing is ill-fitting, nothing like what he had been to the Grammys in. Of course, that was 10 years ago, a relic of the 2000’s that died with the new decade.
“Ben Solo wrote Mr. Brightside. Kylo Ren is not Ben Solo,” he says then.
I’ll Be Seeing You by @reyloandotherfandoms
In the late summer of 1939, Ben Solo returns to his Illinois hometown and his prominent family after his expulsion from his uncle’s military academy. He rejoins his classmates at Naboo High School; among them is Rey Smith, the orphan with whom he shared a disastrous first meeting a year earlier. But war is on the horizon.
Head Over Feet by @ever-so-reylo
“Is it working, for you?” Maybe it comes out a little needy, but Rey tells herself that it’s only because of how low she has to pitch her voice to talk to him. “Or do you maybe want to fake-break up?”
Ben doesn’t answer for a second. Then, just as Doctor Phasma takes the mic to thank the speaker and ask the audience if anyone has questions, Rey hears him say, “No. No, I don’t want to fake-break up.”They’re not dating for real. Right?
The Trail Bride by @secretreylotrash
“It might be indelicate to breach the subject of marriage at this trying time…”
An adequate statement. The man had only been dead for three hours.
But one must always be practical.
“I am not so softened by sentiment in the matter as you would typically find a widow, Mr. Hux.”
Rey Niima finds herself in a perilous situation when her husband dies at the start of their journey West. From the few bachelors on the trail in her party; she attaches herself to the best of her options.
That option is the mysterious Banker Ben Solo.
Killing Me Softly by @albastargazer
“Sometimes I dream of you. Of times when I must have loved you.”
“I’m not him, not anymore.”
Rey clings to the hope that her husband will regain his memories after he survived a car crash that left him with amnesia.
During her monthly visits at a medical facility with Ben, who now calls himself Kylo, she struggles to cope as he tries to make her let go of the past, and in turn, him with it.
Written on the Heart by @midnightbluefox
Rey Kenobi spends her days trying to focus on her classes, working at the on-campus cafe to pay off her crippling student debt, and hopefully beating irritating and entitled Ben Solo in a contest for a scholarship and writing job she’s always dreamed of.
But in her free time, she’s KiraofJakku, an online writer and member of a Discord writing group, struggling to balance her college career and passion for fiction. When she finally works up the nerve to message her favorite author and fellow Discord member, KyloRen, an unlikely friendship blooms.
Ben Solo just wants to write. Not important articles or essays to change the world and win him awards like his professor and uncle, Luke, but simple stories for people to enjoy, sci-fi and fantasy epics that get nominated for book club reads. Yet, since he was born, his path has been laid out for him, to follow in the footsteps of his uncle and mother.
But when a kind and honest reader, KiraofJakku, randomly messages him, she opens up a passion and desire he never expected. For his writing, for making his own path in his life… for her.
landscape with a blur of conquerors by @kylorenvevo
“While I share your contempt for this situation in which we find ourselves, do not mistake it as apathy,” he hissed through gritted teeth, dark eyes burning. “I hardly expect your disposition to sweeten, but I will be damned if I allow my future Empress to behave in a manner that reflects poorly on me and on the First Order!”
“If you allow?” She wrenched her arm out of his viselike grasp, batting his hand away for good measure. “I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone.”
“That might have been the case back when you were a scavenger on that pitiful scrap heap of a planet, but now?” His sardonic gaze flickered over her silk robes and the jewels woven through her elaborate braids. “Now you are the Chume'da, and the Chume'da belongs to her people. Their fate is entirely in your hands. Should you cross the line, it is they who will suffer for it. Am I making myself clear?”
“I hate you,” she said bitterly.
He sneered at her. “See? Already you are acclimatizing so well to married life.”
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