17 Sep 2019
His gaze lingered on Rey, admiring the gentle sway of her hips and her elegant nape. The ocean breeze ruffled the hem of her dress and shawl, and her brown curls yearned to escape the confines of her bonnet. He pictured her asleep in her bed, dressed in a nightgown of lace and silk – her hair unbound, falling like a waterfall across her pillow as her chest rose and fell with each breath.
Then he pictured her pale neck, exposed and smooth to the touch.
He would visit her tonight.
A REYLO REGENCY DRACULA AU
06 Sep 2019
They all turned to look to him for guidance.
The crown weighed heavily on Ben’s head as reality dawned on him. He was no longer an exiled prince with a claim to a land he’d never gazed upon before, he was no longer a figurehead at the vanguard of a foreign army.
He was King. King of Alderaan. Newly anointed on the field of battle though he held only half the kingdom in his grasp.
Anger seized him anew, the familiar desire to seek revenge on those who had wronged his family spreading through his veins like wildfire.
“We will ride north,” he said, clenching his right fist in righteous fury. “We will root Lady Rey out of her keep and she will suffer the fate of all traitors. We will rip her out root and stem.”
A REYLO HISTORICAL AU
Where We Belong by bunilicious for SageMcMae
09 Aug 2019
In her sleep deprived mind, she thought she'd made it to her engineering class. But, as she looked up only to catch an eyeful of Ben Solo's muscular thighs and a cock so mouthwatering it could definitely launch a thousand ships, she realized just how much she was mistaken.
She'd barged right into a figure drawing class.
And Ben Solo.
The Ben Solo she'd been crushing on for months was the nude model.
A REYLO COLLEGE AU
“What is your name, sweet lass?” he had asked, his brown gaze engrossed by her hazel orbs and her long dark eyelashes. He had vaguely heard of the rewards promised to the man who could slay the beast and live to tell the tale… but had never given much thought to claim them.
“Rey,” she replied, her voice a whisper in the daylight. A simple name, but one that held the promise of comfort and good fortune.
“And tell me, sweet Rey, have you been promised to anyone?” he inquired, admiring how her brown tresses billowed in the wind.
“No.” A faint blush spread across her cheeks. “No, I haven’t.”
A REYLO HISTORICAL AU
08 Jun 2019
The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, and it was only the warmth of his hand on her elbow that kept her upright. How else could she explain the determination beneath his soulful gaze?
He was iron, wrapped in the finest velvet.
“Rey,” Ben spoke at last, his voice barely above a whisper.
Yes, she wanted to scream. I am the masked woman who waltzed with you underneath the moonlight. The one who ran away when the clock struck twelve. The one who lost her shoe at the foot of the stairs.
But he had to say it first. He had to.
“Rey.” He took a deep breath, eyes fixed upon her expectant face. “I need you to help me find her.”
Her dreams were made of glass. And in that moment they had shattered.
A REYLO VICTORIAN / CINDERELLA AU