15 Oct 2019
When they split, his forehead rests against hers, his nose brushing her cheek. His words are a whisper that cut through her heart like a knife.
“What I wouldn’t give to have you as my princess.”
The words are agonizing for the simplest reason: she is not a lady—not a duke’s daughter, not a noblewoman from a distant land, and while she may be his, she will never be his princess.
But Rey lets his fingers find her hair and begin a braid that allows her to pretend otherwise.
Bookmarked by Tatianaraujo
11 Oct 2019
stroke-on-tent by jeeno2, JenfysNest for 3todream3
14 Oct 2019
Poe points towards the back of the store. “Look at that guy,” he mutters. “The one in the grey sweatpants.”
Rey follows the direction of his gaze, and gasps when she sees he’s pointing right at Ben.
“What… what about him?” Rey asks, trying, and failing, to keep her voice even.
“I think he’s shoplifting.”
Rey’s eyes go wide. “Wait. What?”
“Yeah,” Poe says, shaking his head. “That sleazy fuck. Just look at the front of his pants.”
(In which Rey accuses a hot customer of shoplifting because of the giant bulge in his pants--and gets the surprise of her life)
- Part 7 of Reylo Crack
In a world where omegas are essentially a slave race, orphaned Rey is lucky to present as a rare female alpha, even if she is bullied relentlessly while at school. When she learns that Ben Solo, the boy who makes her life hell, is hiding a deep, dark secret, everything changes for them both.
Rey’s had a crush on her favorite customer, Ben, for a while now. After six months of unrequited pining, she’s given up all hope of him ever noticing her. But when Rey loses a bet, her friend Rose makes her ask him out anyway.
Little does Rey know that Ben’s identical twin brother Kylo has just moved back to town, and he’s got a thing for the cute barista who boldly wrote her phone number on the side of his coffee cup.
Dr. Rey Kanata Perkins, the newly-widowed, former U.S. First Lady, code name Arizona, has had enough of being pointlessly over-protected by her Secret Service detail, the ever-stoic Agent Solo. It's ridiculous. She mostly doesn't even need him around.
Or: The Bodyguard meets Guarding Tess.