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[reylo-positivity]

@punkeraa is an incredible writer who gives so much to the fandom through her words and stories and we’re better for it

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[aionimica]

So I’m going to Chicago in the fall with the Lover and I was wondering if anyone had any recommendations of things to do/see or places to stay?

[thewayofthetrashcompactor]

for the kissing prompt, how about reylo with 23? :)

23. kissing…in relief.

Thank you @punkeraa ! <3 (may not be completely what you were expecting, but hope you enjoy!)

kissing prompts | wedding/engagement prompts (send me things!)

I’m combining these with the prompts for @reylo-week-2018 ​, so this is for Day 4: Mythology, and somehow ended up as a witch/werewolf au (and, miraculously, posted on day 4!)

[My #reyloweek: Day 1: Colors | Day 2: Dark | Day 3: Touch]

Words: 1.3kRating: T (tw blood/injury)

“No, no, no!” Rey cries frantically as she rushes across the corpse-strewn battlefield to Ben’s side. He’s still in his wolf form, and his chest rises and falls rapidly with his short, gasping breaths. She collapses to her knees, paying no attention to the rocky, blood-soaked ground. She buries her hands in Ben’s fur, trying to find his wound. There are so many scattered across his body. Blood mats his pelt together and sticks to her hands, and her vision blurs with unbidden tears. She wipes them angrily on her arm. She doesn’t have time for that. Snoke may be gone, they destroyed him and his guards together, but Ben, Ben -

She finds the source of so much of the blood, a large gash from his spine to his shoulder, where the guard who’d hand him by the neck slashed him as he fell to Rey’s thrown knife. It’s too long for her to cover, though she tries, but blood still drenches his fur. She can’t see the ragged edges of the wound, but she can feel them, and it’s enough to tell her that it’s deep, too deep. She curses herself for not saving him sooner, for not killing the man he had done this before he could ever lay a finger on him.

She reaches into herself, trying to find any scrap of magic left that she hadn’t used in the battle. There’s nothing, everything poured out in one final attack when Snoke was distracted by Ben’s lunge for his throat. The tears come heavily now, dripping down her face and onto Ben, disappearing into his dark fur. She presses her hands into his side and tries to force the emptiness inside her where her magic was into him.

Nothing works. His breathing only gets shallower, underlain with an uncomfortably wet sound. The way his muzzle is pinched, she knows each breath hurts him.

(cont. under cut)

“Ben, please,” she begs. “You can’t leave me now.” Tears choke her words. “You promised. You can’t leave me alone.”

She wants to scream and yell and force the universe to heal him. This isn’t fair; this was meant to be the start of their life together. They’d kill Snoke, free Ben, and then -

She sobs. There’s no one else here, no one else to help them. Snoke had kept his pack isolated from the world. And in his state, torn open and losing blood faster than she can stop it, Ben can’t survive her dragging him to safety, let alone the journey to anyone who could help. She feels completely powerless watching him, unable to do anything besides watch him slip away.

She smoothes her hand over Ben’s head, over the scar she’d given him, and even in his condition he turns his head into her touch. He whimpers with the motion though, and she bites her lip until she tastes blood.

“I’ll do anything,” she swears, and she means it. There is no sacrifice she wouldn’t make to have her love safe and whole.

His eyes fall closed and his breathing stops completely. “No!” she screams. She falls over him, sobs being ripped out of her. “No.” The word comes out as a long, drawn-out moan, buried in Ben’s wet fur. The cavern echoes with the sound of her weeping.

Something twitches underneath her, and she gasps, sitting up immediately. She might have imagined it, but she’s desperate for any scrap of hope left. Nothing happens, and her heart crashes again, broken to pieces before her.

Then, Ben’s form ripples, like a reflection in a stream. She knows what this is. With a cacophony of horrible sounds, bones breaking and flesh tearing, his body shifts in front of her. The fur and tail disappear, the muzzle and ears sink into his face, and shaggy black changes to smooth pale skin. Ben lays in front of her in his human form, still surrounded by and covered in blood, still unmoving. She holds her breath, hardly daring to hope.

His chest rises. Not much, but enough. Her eyes latch onto the movement. Again, the barest hint of a breath. A hysterical laugh falls out of her, and her head falls forward into her knees. She catches her breath quickly, and carefully reaches over him to feel at the wound on his shoulder, not daring to turn him over. She can see the edges of it around his arm and side, but to her exploring touch, it doesn’t feel as deep or as long. Still something that could easily kill him if they don’t get help, but it’s enough for them to get there.

She takes a shuddering breath. It was the transformation, she knows. It has the power to heal him, a little, his body fixing what it can as it reforms itself. He hadn’t had enough energy to make the shift though, she’s certain. She reaches inside herself, knowing what she’ll find. Her wells of magic are still empty, edges scraped dry, but the sense of it is raw, somehow even emptier than before, as if something necessary was pulled from her against her body’s will. It’s what every witch is warned about, one of the basic lessons in every magic book. Even with her haphazard training, she knows the dangers of overextending herself and using her life force for her magic. She doesn’t regret it in the least. She’s a witch. She has years to spare, and besides, she’s already promised them all to him anyway.

She rests her head on his shoulder, feeling drained. She thinks she shouldn’t have any tears left to cry and yet they still keep coming, wetting his bare skin and rolling off his shoulder. She needs to move them soon; it’ll be a long trek back with him as deadweight, but she needs a moment. Her entire body feels weak and like it can’t even support her own weight. She’ll make it though, she knows. She’ll never give up on him. Her hand curls around his shoulder possessively.

“Careful,” he gasps. Her head jerks up in shock.

“Ben?” Her heart stops.

His eyes slowly flicker open, and his dark gaze peers up at her. “Hello, sweetheart,” he rasps.

“Ben!” Her lips crash over his, drinking in the taste of him like she’ll die without it. He can’t do much to respond, but tries his best, his good arm curling around the back of her head. She tastes blood on his lips and it makes her heart clench. He can probably taste the same on hers. It’s alright now, though, everything’s okay. Ben’s alive.

She withdraws reluctantly, not wanting to stop kissing him. She could do that forever, and now that he’s alive, they have the time. He’s of the same mind, arching up to try to follow her before collapsing the short distance back to the ground in defeat. He pants, catching his breath, and then tilts his head slightly to look around them. She looks around too, seeing what he sees. The remains of the guards are scattered across the room where Snoke had once held court. The leader himself sits in his chair, throat torn out.

“We survived,” Ben says in shock, as she agrees with the feeling. His eyes snap to her as he grins mischievously, even as he winces at another jolt of pain. “This means you have to marry me now. The wedding, mating, all of it. You promised, if we both lived, and we did.”

“You’re an idiot,” she says, laughing through the tears drying on her face. “But yes. Of course. Marriage, mating, everything. As soon as we drag you back to civilization.”

He hums and nuzzles at her neck. “Your idiot,” he says happily, and she kisses him again.

[politicalmamaduck]

for a prompt, reylo modern au and comfort? just one of them comforting the other after some stressful stuff in their life :’)

Thank you for the prompt, my dear @punkeraa. This is definitely not inspired by any personal life experiences; any resemblance to real life happenings is entirely coincidental ;p

The kitchen sink was leaking, rent was due, Rey was working long hours with cramps again, and Ben was working long hours with a migraine again.

In that moment, if you asked them if grad school and law school, respectively, had been worth it, neither of them would have answered in the affirmative.

Ben put the tea kettle on as soon as he got home, dumped a can of soup into a bowl and microwaved it. It was all he could muster; the news from Capitol Hill certainly hadn’t helped his migraine or the situation at work.

Rey arrived home two hours later, dragging her fraying messenger bag behind her, and collapsed next to Ben on the couch.

“Wanna order pizza?” she mumbled into his chest.

“Sure,” he said, wrapping his left arm around her and reaching for his phone with the other. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and asked, “That bad, huh?”

“So bad,” she replied. “They’re going to have to re-pour the concrete. It’s a multi-million dollar mistake that’s going to cause even further delays. And wearing a hard hat and utility belt don’t exactly help when you have cramps. What about you?”

Ben didn’t have the heart to tell her how badly things were going, so all he said was, “I didn’t scream at anyone today, so that’s a plus, right? You want mozzarella sticks too?”

“Of course I want mozzarella sticks too. And garlic knots. We can have the leftovers for breakfast.”

“Whatever you say, babe,” he said, knowing Rey would probably devour all of the mozzarella sticks and leave most of the pizza for him.

He was rubbing her back while they waited for the pizza when she quietly said, “I haven’t been this stressed at work since I met you.”

He took her hand and squeezed. “Everything’s going to be okay. We’ve made it this far. If our parents survived Nixon and Reagan and two recessions and the Cold War, we can survive this, right?”

She nodded, and he pulled her onto his lap and into his arms.

[draganchitsa]

@punkeraa replied to your photo “i am a berry now”

the colors are so bright and vivid, it looks great on you!

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Cute :D

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warn a girl maybe!

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[kuresoto]

reylo and 6? ;)

I hope this is okay! Not sure how I feel about this :|

6. “Do you trust me?”

“Do you trust me?”

His wordswere genuine, but it wasn’t enough. “It doesn’t matter,” she bit out as shepushed past the Supreme Leader of the First Order. He called out to her,urgency in his voice, but she didn’t budge. She didn’t listen.

And look ather now.

Kylo gazeddown at the sleeping form of the girl who he was tied to. After years ofcommunicating through their bond, he could never predict the situation he foundhimself in. Everything he worked so hard for, gone in an instant, because shewas too stubborn to heed his warnings. Or have friends who actually watched herback. A sigh left him as he pushed aside some hair from her eyes.

What ashitshow.

Twelvehours had passed since he fished her from the battlefield, the Force vibratingwith life, more than ever, as he cradled her in his arms and deflected everyblaster bolt aimed at him. She had not stirred, and normally that would sendanyone into a panic, but not him. He felt the energy within her become strongeras the minutes ticked by. She was going to be fine, she just needed time torecover.

He shouldbe furious that his plans were thwarted, now that he cut off all communicationwith the First Order, but he wasn’t. Any bitter feelings died on his tonguewhen he remembered why he did it all in the first place. For her? No, he wasn’tgoing to get far if she was the only thing on his mind. Taking over control ofthe First Order opened his eyes in more way than he could imagine, and afteryears of trying to change the galaxy from the inside, his time was up. He justhoped the legislation and codes he put in place came through in the end.

It wasbound to happen though. The meetings and negotiations he forced himself to sitthrough was like getting his teeth pulled, and no sleep would be lost if henever saw another First Order Admiral ever again. He supposed he should thankhis lucky stars that Hux didn’t try to poison him in his sleep - the ginger manalways seemed like someone who would take the cowardly route to get rid of him.

And now hewas free.

Heharrumphed softly and got up from Rey’s bedside, weaving his way to the cockpitnot far off. There was probably a giant bounty on his head after his littlestunt, so freedom was relative. If he drifted through space with just himself andRey, that would be the closest to freedom he could hope for, but he couldn’tkeep her here. Once she woke up, he would plot a route to the nearestResistance-friendly planet and part ways, like they always seemed to do.

“You knowit’s more complicated than that, Ben,” Rey’s sleepy voice murmured from thecot.

Kylo jumpedup from the pilot’s seat and practically hurdled over the low bulkhead to her.“Stop talking, you need to rest. You were banged up pretty good.”

Rey crookeda brow at him and in defiance, pulled herself to sit upright. “It’s fine. Ifeel fine.”

He fixedhis mouth into a firm line and glared at her. “You don’t trust me to even watchover you?”

She let outan annoyed sound. “No, it’s not that. If you’re going to drop me off at a Resistanceplanet, I want to be awake as long as I can before I leave.”

“Why?” heasked, not sure where she was going with this.

Her eyesslipped shut and it was like she was counting to ten in her head before shelooked at him again. “Because we have a lot of catching up to do.”

“We talk toeach other almost every day, Rey,” he said deadpan.

“Yeah, butnot like this. Not in the flesh.” She paused and noticed her surroundings. “Whyare we alone on your ship?”

He couldn’ttell her the truth, he couldn’t. He didn’t want a rehash of the Supremacy again, where she only saw hispotential rather than himself as a person. So he lied. “I’m the Supreme Leader,Rey. I can do whatever I want.”

“Careful,or you’ll have a mutiny on your hands,” she joked before looking thoughtful fora moment. “That might not be a bad thing, no offence. The First Order wouldfall into disarray and be vulnerable to attack.”

He didn’thave the heart to comment that that had basically happened already. He couldonly imagine the state of the First Order. “I’ll deal with it then.” Silencefell over them, which brought forth the uncomfortable question. “Why didn’t youtrust me?” he asked softly.

“Ben.” Asigh escaped her. “I wasn’t going to abandon them just because you told me notto go.”

“Was my wordnot enough?”

“That’s notfair. You know I couldn’t just pull out of the mission and leave Finn and Poeand Rose to fight without me.”

So muchtime had passed that the name of the traitor no longer brought forth anger. Heused to be jealous that the ex-Stormtrooper could exchange jokes and talk withher easily, but after all the conversations they had, Kylo knew what wasbetween himself and Rey was different. It was something no one else wouldunderstand or experience. “I know…I just wish you were more careful.”

Rey laughedand swatted at him. “You worry too much.”

“For goodreason, since you would be dead if I didn’t save you.”

“Oh man,you definitely have a mutiny waiting for you when you get back.”

A chuckle. “It’snothing I can’t handle.”

And likethat, conversation between them continued like normal, as if they weren’t onopposite sides of the galactic war for the past five years. He hugged his kneesand settled against the side of her cot as she laid back down, the pair talkingabout nothing, which was always his favorite.

He doesn’tknow if he’ll ever tell her that he was no longer affiliated with the FirstOrder, or how he drafted legislations to abolish slave trading, among otherthings. She didn’t need to know those things, not when she was the only personwho saw him for who he was. Not a Skywalker. Not a Supreme Ruler.

Just Ben.

[mnemehoshiko]

for a reylo prompt - Kylo taking Rey somewhere and it’s the first time she sees snow for the first time (✿◠‿◠)

SORRY FOR THE DELAY T___T, i....got the cold aspect of snow???

The first thing she feels when the bond slowly peels open is cold. Even though the word cold is such aweak description of the sensation of being chilled from within. Shebreathes and sees small puffs leave her mouth to disappear into the relativewarmth of the cargo hold.

“Couldn’t you have at least seen me some warm?” Rey bites out as she folds armshunching herself forward slightly to expose less of herself to the cold thatsurrounds Kylo.

He blinks as if he’s surprised to see herthere…which is valid. They haven’t talked in over three months.

[lariren-shadow]

reylo and 9? :)

Meeting online AU

Rey can remember the first like she’d received from him.  It was on her peasant Belle costume, the one she’d wanted to make since she was a kid.  She had jumped up and down that Kylo Ren, one of the best costumers out there, liked her picture.  Liked her costume.

Six months and many PMs later she was waiting outside the convention hall in her newly finished (and in some places glued together) Belle ballgown waiting for her potential prince.  Who was late.  And not answering her texts.

Rey shifted her feet, now angry the bastard had convinced her to wear heels with the dress (”It will look better” he said).  She could shove one of those heels up his.

“Coffee?”  A male voice asked.

Rey turned to politely decline and was face to face with Kylo Ren.  Dressed as a Disney Prince (his hair wasn’t the right color but some how his dark hair worked in the ponytail).  With coffee for her.  “You’re late,” she said.

“Didn’t know you were British or I’ve brought tea,” he said.

“Coffee is good.  Did this make you late?”

He nodded.  “Figured every date needed coffee.”

She almost choked on her drink because when was this a date?  But, well, Rey wasn’t opposed to the idea.  “Just tell me when our photoshoot is and then I’ll look for dinner places.”

He raised an eyebrow.  “Dinner?”

“If this is a date,” she said feeling her cheeks heat up, “I would like dinner as well.”