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reader, writer, editor | lover of em dashes and italics | old enough to remember the dark days before ao3 | minors dni | she/her

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a late #ReyloSSS entry with a little Kylo Ben POV study for a modern au, simply to help me figure out some of what's going on in *his* head.
He wants her. He wants her touch, her moans, the taste of her arousal in his mouth like the sweetest medicine. He wants to make her gasp, and curse, and scream his name, and feel good, good, good. All the work he devotes himself to, all day every day, doesn’t feel like it matters in the same way as making her happy, loosening that ever-present tension in her shoulders. Doing real good in the world would be making Rey Niima languid and relaxed and utterly replete. He wants her so fucking badly that he’s afraid he’ll shatter if she touches him.
November 17, 2025 at 6:45 AM
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🥮🥰 (I could probably be persuaded to expand this someday) 2/2
When he backs away—one step, two, wow big feet, makes sense because of the wow tall—she clutches the towel. “Go dry off,” he orders gruffly, with a stiff nod toward the rear of the store. “Bathroom’s back there. Don’t worry about the floors. This is New York—they’ve seen much worse.” Rey is too tired and waterlogged to protest. And when she emerges from the bathroom, her clothes wrinkled from being wrung out over the sink, shivering abated, she finds a warm cinnamon roll and an XXL Benji’s Buns sweatshirt on the nearest table. Tall, Dark, and Grumpy is leaning against the counter and looking a lot less grumpy; his eyes are softer, even gentle as he gestures to the pastry and pullover. There might be an upgrade from cute to downright hot in his future. “You can stay until it stops raining. Put that on so you don’t freeze.” Now she wants to protest, but the sweatshirt looks soft and cozy, and she wants to stuff the cinnamon roll in her mouth even more. A token objection is all she can manage, even as she pulls the golden-yellow garment over her head. “Thank you, but—don’t you have to close up? Also, wow, thish ish delishous.” Large shoulders shrug. “It doesn’t really matter if I stay late.” The only way that makes sense is if— “Wait, are you Benji?” The tall, tall man outright winces. “Just Ben, please—“ But Rey’s belly is filled with warm sugary pastry and now she’s on a roll, no pun intended. She can’t help herself. “Are they your buns?” Ben-not-Benji squeezes his eyes shut, a pink flush appearing on his cheekbones. Oh no—he’s hot and cute. And kind. And he bakes a fucking incredible cinnamon bun. “Don’ worry,” she tells him around another bite of sweet-spicy, gooey goodness. “I love your buns. You should be very proud of them.”
November 16, 2025 at 8:43 AM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
a lil' microfic treat for @okapijones.bsky.social, featuring woke-up-at-4-am baker Ben and caught-in-the-rain Rey. 1/2 #reylofic
an extremely tasty looking cinnamon roll on a plate The scowl of the man behind the counter does not match the heavenly aroma of warm, yeasted dough and gooey cinnamon sugar, nor the cheerful yellow apron that proclaims “Benji’s Buns” in approachable sans-serif font. But Rey can’t blame him, seeing as it’s five minutes to closing and she’s dripping icy rainwater all over the cheerful faux-tiled floors. Plucking a strand of wet hair out of her mouth only reinforces the feeling that she’s a half-drowned rat. Even worse, the justifiably grumpy guy is oddly cute up close—the furrowed brows and shadows under his eyes don’t diminish the effect of his dark waves, honey-golden eyes, and full lips. And he’s tall. Like wow tall. But Rey isn’t going to walk back out into a downpour just because the bakery employee is grumper, cuter, and taller than she expected. “Sorry,” she mumbles. “It just started pouring and my raincoat is utter shite and I saw the lights here and I don’t have any money but can I use your bathroom I’llcleanupaftermyselfIpromise—“ Her increasingly mortifying monologue is cut short by a clatter of baking pans as the man—his scowl even deeper now, if possible—pulls a large towel out from beneath the bottom pan. Rey is frozen in place as he strides around the counter, and wraps the warm, cinnamon-scented fabric around her shivering form.
November 16, 2025 at 8:43 AM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
mother-son legacy. #reylofic #dyadprompts
leader. A good leader does the right thing, Senator Leia Organa had gravely explained to her seven-year-old son, even if they never get credit for it. He’s never had his mother’s unerring sense for the right thing. But occasionally, when the new Supreme Leader gives an order—an otherwise-idle squadron deployed to deliver relief supplies, a unilateral refusal to ally with a Hutt slave cartel, a better rehab program for injured troops—a tiny, traitorous voice wonders if any part of her could be proud of any part of him.
November 14, 2025 at 7:26 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
UPDATE: an unenviable fate #reylofic

E | 6.8k | chapter 6
from the beginning

💌 regency #reylo au
💌 epistolary meet-ugly
💌 so much banter
💌 marriage of convenience ... or is it?
💌 now with regency sexting!
moodboard for an unenviable fate, with images of a man and awoman in regency dress and a close up of a handwritten letter with forget me nots. an unenviable fate PeculiarGalaxies Summary: or, A Fraught Correspondence Between Two Young People (& Its Fortunate Conclusion) I have no desire to marry, let alone propose by letter to a young miss I have never met. I vastly prefer the company of horses and hounds to the unenviable fate of being saddled with a wife and hounded by the very same. The Duchess of Alderaan and the Earl of Stewjon hope to encourage a match between their only children. Though Mr. Benjamin Solo and Miss Rey Kenobi have no interest in the martial schemes of their beloved relatives, they do have a pressing need to correct one another—at great length. But as prideful scorn shifts into unexpected friendship, are Rey’s witty insults becoming less acerbic and more flirtatious? Was Mr. Solo’s decision to enclose a certain pamphlet really the act of a gentleman? And most importantly: would marriage to each other really be such an unenviable fate … or might it be a love match after all?
November 12, 2025 at 6:45 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
another preview of my smuggler!Ben fic for the TFA anniversary! I do so love to put this man in Situations™. #ReyloSSS
Ben loads a biography of Senator Ivor Drake onto his datapad and goes to make a cup of caf in the galley. It’s fine. It’s all fine. It’s not like he’s reached a state of frustration in which a mere glance at Rey’s hands firmly gripping his old lightsaber hilt is enough to make him fully hard in the middle of a kriffing training session and send half a dozen lewd fantasies tumbling through his mind before he can even attempt to refocus. Just … mostly hard. Only one or two fantasies. It’s fine. He’s just taking the first sip of his freshly brewed caf when the humming of the handy six-in-one kitchen appliance unit abruptly goes silent and Rey appears on the table in the dining nook—face flushed, eyes closed, and one hand shoved down her leggings. He chokes, splutters, and spills hot caf down the front of his tunic.
November 9, 2025 at 10:16 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
the wedding night chapter of "an unenviable fate" is fully drafted and undergoing revisions! 💌😘 #reyloww
“Show me,” Ben entreats her. He swallows hard, throat bobbing as she squirms upon the bedsheets, adding another finger and canting her hips up to meet her hand. His gaze is unwavering in its intensity. “Did I correctly comprehend what you wrote—that you thought of me as you did this, alone in your bed with only the candlelight to admire your beauty?” She nods, or tries to. “Did—did you ever—?” “Yes.” He gives himself one rough stroke as in in demonstration, eyelids fluttering shut before fixing his attention entirely on her once more. “How could I not take myself in hand and think of you nearly every day, when you stirred my blood and captivated my senses with every word you wrote?”
November 5, 2025 at 10:56 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
my longfic "outline" is currently a pile of vibes missing its trench coat, but I did just find this gem:
rey fixes his roomba (this is not a euphemism)
November 5, 2025 at 4:48 AM
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rip me this month
November 4, 2025 at 7:22 PM
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🥹
November 4, 2025 at 5:24 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
Meme of two girls gossiping with the text “it all turned out to be a hallucination caused by lava fumes”
November 4, 2025 at 5:22 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
“take my hand, take my whole life, too”
#reylofic #dyadprompts
temporary. It won’t last, she tells herself, even as his lips scorch hot trails along her bare torso. Enjoy it while you can. His mouth on her is a revelation, a soul-shifting orison to her ordinary body. Memorize every moment, she reminds herself. Remember it for later. And she will—she already knows she could never forget the searing blur of pleasure as he devours her, or how his hands tremble on her thighs where they hold her open for him to worship. But even years of knowing that everything—every home she’s ever had—is temporary aren’t enough to keep her from burying her fingers in his soft hair, holding him tight to her as she shatters. And when he slowly, carefully fits himself inside her inch by throbbing inch, until he slides home at last, all her carefully constructed defenses evaporate. Just in time for her thundering heart to believe him when he seals his mouth over hers like a promise, when words tumble from his lips on a deep groan. “Mine— “—forever.”
November 4, 2025 at 5:18 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
when @peppersweet.bsky.social and @rainydaychai.bsky.social BOTH request semi-public sex in “the world we made,” I aim to fucking deliver. no pun intended…. #ReyloSSS
"You're so tight," he hisses. "Are you getting off on knowing that someone could walk in at any moment?" "No," she half-lies. "But-oh—I think you are." "No one else gets to see you like this. You're mine. He punctuates his words with a particularly hard thrust that makes her quake around him. "But you want them to know it, don't you? Want them to know that I let you fuck me up against the wall in the middle of the day—" Kylo groans. She can't see his face, but she can guess that he's holding on by a thread. He shoves a foot between hers and kicks her legs further apart. "Be good and come for me," he orders— or begs. "Quietly."
November 2, 2025 at 4:24 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
🌑 #reylofic #dyadprompts
fear. “Get away from me,” she spits at him, teeth bared like the wolves that prowl outside. The god of Night shrugs with more nonchalance than he feels. “You’ll change your mind in a few hundred years.” “A few hu—“ Her eyes widen in fear for the first time, golds and greens still so alive and verdant in his gray-washed domain. “How long am I stuck here for?” Night turns away, his long void-dark cloak whispering against the cold marble floor. “Forever.”
October 31, 2025 at 11:38 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
I was too tired to write last night and yet couldn’t fall asleep, so I read Lynn Painter’s “Maid for Each Other.” Loved the main characters and it passes the “would it Reylo” test with flying colors. 💕
October 31, 2025 at 7:36 PM
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❤️❤️❤️
October 29, 2025 at 11:30 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
I also loved this spicy hidden gem with Rey perfectly in character as the captain of the starship Denial. #reylowrw

Little Excuses by ambiguously: archiveofourown.org/chapters/767...
Screenshot of the archive of our own fic header of Little Excuses by ambiguously. The summary is “This isn’t sex” and the additional tags include Clothed Sex, Force Bond Sexual Situations (Star Wars), Flimsy Excuses, Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker Fix-It, Sex Pollen, Mutual Masturbation
October 29, 2025 at 10:38 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
NEW #reylofic #reyloween

counting down to the end of the galaxy

T | complete | 800 words

🌌 apocalypse-typical themes
🌌 canonverse with canon-typical disregard of astrophysics
🌌 devoted Reylo

for the @reyloween.bsky.social prompt "apocalypse"
moodboard with the title of the fic, counting down to the end of the galaxy, in white letters on a black sky with a handful of stars. there's a red timer in the middle at zero minutes and zero seconds Summary: “It still feels like I should have stopped it. Fixed it. What am I supposed to do now?” Eight minutes—no, nine—no, eight again. “What else can I do?” Ben’s arms are tight around her, as if his embrace alone can shield her from the apocalypse. “Love me,” he says simply. “Is that selfish?”
October 29, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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// magic au #reylofic #dyadprompts
were. It’s trivia night at The Spell and Spice, and as usual, the group is bickering before the trivia cards (enchanted to prevent cheating) are even handed out. “Weres aren’t real,” Ben scoffs. “Delusional warlocks just want to think they can achieve animal transformation without destroying themselves.” Rey, idly stirring her Mix-Your-Own-Potion by twirling her finger above the surface of the gimmicky cauldron-shaped mug, raises her eyebrows at his emphatic tone. But it’s Poe who says, “So maybe that’s why they keep to themselves! Werewolves and weretigers and—ooh, do you think there are were-eagles? They wouldn’t want wizards discovering their secrets, right?” “That’s a logical fallacy if you’re using it as evidence that—“ “I’m surprised,” Rey cuts in, and he falls silent. “Aren’t you always saying that the only limits to magic are skill and determination?” She leans forward, close enough for him to catch a lungful of her scent (fresh thyme and sweet, mouthwatering peaches) despite the muddle of odors in the crowded pub. “Um,” he croaks, logic and years of careful lies deserting him. “Ma—maybe?” Mate, his hindbrain howls. Beautiful, clever mate. Tell her, mate her, bite her— Not yet, human-Ben tells himself with every bit of hard-won discipline he possesses. Soon. We’ll tell her—mate her—soon. Because it has to be soon. Keen eyes the greens and browns of his favorite forests survey him until his skin prickles and flushes under her attention. If Rey hasn’t begun to smell him yet, she will before long. And his mate is too smart not to put the pieces together on her own.
October 28, 2025 at 3:12 PM
peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
yes, "the world we made" keeps growing new chapters, don't worry about it. #ReyloSSS
“You’re stuck with me now. Any regrets?” Kylo shakes his head slowly. “Not a one.” He pulls her into his arms and presses his lips to her hair as he whispers, “I’d do it all over again. Every scar, every drop of blood spilled, every night hating myself, if it means I get to have you. Have this night with you.”
October 26, 2025 at 4:10 PM
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Chewy is also on #TheHuntForBenSolo. #reylofic #dyadprompts #hfbs
fur. The first thing he sees is stars, speckled across an unfamiliar sky. The first thing he feels is fur, thick and warm compared to the frigid air, covering the body of the person carrying him. The first thing he hears is a woman’s voice, her tone hopeful and anxious at the same time. He can’t seem to recall his own name at the moment, but he knows hers. It’s the first thing he says, his voice a hoarse rasp: “Rey.”
October 26, 2025 at 4:53 AM
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Hi, barista? I'd like A LATTE LIKE LOVE, extra hot, for here! 💕☕

I got an eARC of @michelle-c-harris.bsky.social's debut romance, and promptly devoured it (much as I would homemade pesto gnocchi made by a handsome man who's good with his hands).

Full review on NetGalley or in screenshot below!
the cover of A LATTE LIKE LOVE, showing two hands touching atop a table with a gently steaming cup of coffee and a sketchbook open to a drawing of a woman and a man tenderly touching foreheads. Audrey and Theo's story is one of hope, love, and finding the things—and people—that make life worth living to the fullest. It's a story we need now more than ever, one where past trauma is acknowledged with deep honesty and understanding, but love brings us forward into a brighter future. Michelle C. Harris's gorgeous prose doesn't shy away from bold metaphors to evoke what the characters are feeling, both emotionally and physically. ;) Luckily, these descriptions never feel trite or overblown, thanks to the fact that Audrey and Theo's deep connection is so tangible on every page. The effect is one of authentic, modern-day soulmates: neither of them are perfect, but they fit together perfectly. And despite Theo's many secrets, there are no frustrating miscommunication subplots; they both know that communication and trust are hard, but their love for each other is what gets them *to* communicate and support each other so well. By a couple chapters in, I was cheering for both Audrey and Theo as independent characters as well as a soon-to-be couple—in fact, I'd happily read about as either of them individually, which makes their love story all the better. Similarly, the supporting characters (like Audrey's best friend Violet, Theo's all-but-brother Diego, and even Theo's therapist) are genuine and fully realized, giving the world a colorful richness and depth very appropriate for the NYC setting! I personally loved the long epilogue from Theo's point of view; it gives a depth and richness to the full story and the characters, including their past struggles and their bright future together, that feels refreshingly different from most romances, while still fulfilling everything I'd want from a happy ending. And did I mention that the steaminess is hot and plentiful?! In short: love shines brighter than pain, anxiety, and hopelessness in this deeply felt, beautifully written romance. A guaranteed re-read for me!
October 24, 2025 at 1:55 AM
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meme of Luke skywalker and kylo ren from the end of The Last Jedi. First panel: luke holding his lightsaber says “you should be mindful of the force, Ben” second panel: kylo ren, glaring, says “well, you should be mindful of MY BUTT!” third panel: Luke again, speechless
October 22, 2025 at 10:46 PM
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me: they’re playing Free from KPDH in the airport, cool—OH.

(turned out to be a whole-ass live performance promotion for Seoul flights!)
October 22, 2025 at 10:26 PM
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the @reyloween.bsky.social "Apocalypse" prompt triggered some kind of something in my brain. #reyloww #reyloween

cw: apocalypse-typical themes, canon-typical disregard of real astrophysics
“I will never stop loving you, Rey,” he whispers. He tilts her face up so she’s looking at him rather than the disappearing/last few stars in the viewport or the crimson numbers on the navcom. “Even when the galaxy is gone. Even if there are no more stars, no more moons, no more Force—“ There’s a beep from the navcon. One minute. “—I will always love you.” Rey blinks away tears, then lets them fall. I thought we’d have more time, she tells him in the trembling press of salt-stained lips. I love you so much, Ben.
October 22, 2025 at 5:37 PM