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Kylo being all dom, it’s hot
Ben Solo on his way to defeat Palps and running into the Knights of Ren as the redeemed bitch he is:
I edited the last reylo scene of TROS in accordance to what a lot of people are theorizing is the original sequence of events (Ben revives Rey, he dies, Leia uses her life force to bring him back [this could explain why Maz is smiling], Rey’s shocked/relieved, then they kiss). I also added in ‘Across the Stars’ by John Williams.
the way ben solo STORMED into palpatine’s weird cult area with A FREAKING BLASTER…big dick energy please-
the look they share through their weird force skyping connection…rey looking at ben and realising iT’S BEN AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS and BEn looking at her like “i will do anyTHING to save you”
the way he was dying and bleeding but still climBED HIS WAY TO THE TOP, STUMBLED BACK TO HER WITH AGONY ALL OVER HIS BODY
THE WAY HE HOLDS HER AND BRINGS HER INTO HIS ARMS
THE WAY HE REALISES HE KNOWS WHAT HE HAS TO DO AND DOES SO WITHOUT A MOMENT’S HESITATION
THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER WHEN REY WAKES UP
THE WAY HE FREAKING LOOKS AT HER WHEN REY SAYS HIS NAME, NOT KYLO REN, NOT REN, NOT MONSTER BUT B E N AND THE WAY HE SMILES
THE WAY BEN SOLO REALISED HE SAVED REY BY GIVING HIS L I F E FOR HER
THE WAY BEN SOLO REALISED HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH HER
THE WAY HE LITERALLY SMILES SO HARD IT’S A TOOTHY SMILE WITH DIMPLES BECAUSE HE REALISES THAT THIS WAS THE BEST MOMENT OF HIS LIFE THE MOMENT HE HAS LITERALLY BEEN FIGHTING AND DYING INTERNALLY FOR
LOVE Y’ALL
L O V E
and finally,,,,
the way rey holds his hand after he’s fallen…
she held ben’s hand…BEN’S HAND…the HAND SHE WANTED HOLD-
i’m so emotional right now. pray for me.
THIS👏🏻SCENE👏🏻
Look how scared she is. She’s scared, and she doesn’t know wtf she’s going to do with Palpatine...But then she sees Ben and almost can’t believe he’s come for her.
Baby boy looks at her so reassuringly, so calmly—making sure she’s focused on him. His face literally says, I’m with you. We’re in this together.
...And then baby girl’s eyes are literally shining with hope. She’s amazed. Someone came for her in her darkest moment. She’s not alone.
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IM SORRY BUT
This is the hottest shit to ever exist
Hero
Summary: Draco remembers what happened in the manor during the summer before his 7th year and how, for once, he was the hero and not the villain
Warnings/Tags: Mentions of violence, torture, and blood; Good Draco; OC; Summer before 7th Year at Hogwarts
Words: 900
My absolute favorite yoonmin pictures, uwu bitches.
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a quick step by step guide on what to do if you come back to your apartment and find yourself locked out because your front door is frozen shut
- kick the bottom of the door for 10 minutes
- text your landlord
- remember your landlord is on vacation and also in her mid 50′s so it takes about 36 hours to receive a response
- briefly wonder why the fuck you moved the canada
- remember that college tuition is significantly cheaper here than in the united states
- look up and notice your cat is at the window, staring at you. he paws at the window lightly and meows. it’s devastating. his eyes are so big and imploring. decide that you have to get inside your apartment at all costs. not even god himself can stop you from feeding your cat his chicken wet food dinner. frida kahlo herself could descend from the heavens and ask “hey you wanna bang?” and you’d say “hell yeah but first let me open this door so i can feed my cat his dinner”
- remember there is a starbucks 3 blocks down the street from you
- enter. the barista gives you a weird look for entering a starbucks at 7pm on a tuesday
- order a venti cup of hot water. you order in french because the barista just said “bonjour” instead of “bonjour, hi.” you have a strong american accent. you hit the r in merci a little too hard to compensate. you embarrass yourself.
- exit the starbucks clutching the massive cup of hot water in your hands. it’s burning your fingers.
- return. methodically pour the starbucks cup of water all over the the door frame. it begins moving a little but still wont open
- back up
- ensure your doc martens are properly gripping the sheet of ice covering the ground. many people have told you to stop wearing doc martens in the winter, despite your protests that theyre actually the ideal winter boot. also, you’re a lesbian and punk’s not dead
- release a pterodactyl screech and sprint towards the door, slamming the full force of your pathetically tiny 5′2″ 110lb body into it
- you dont know any of your neighbors so you dont care about maintaining your pride anyways
- the door swings open
- run up the stairs
- open the actual door to your apartment and yell MOMMY’S HOME MY LITTLE BITCHASS BABY BOY DONT WORRY at your cat
- cat flings his body to the ground and starts purring like he does every time you come home
- write tumblr post
BUT DID YOU FEED THE CAT???
Seven Steps -89-
tags: eighth year, drarry, fluff, swearing, drama, melodrama, angst, potion theory, magic theory, slow burn, ptsd, explicit sexual content, drinking, Harry’s horrible shitty childhood, tabloid journalism
suggested rating: 18+, for heavy themes and sexual content
<– Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 88 ||
“Pansy?” Draco knocked on the eighth year girls dorm.
On the other side, he could hear Pansy and Daphne’s voices rise in a brief argument, cut short by Pansy jerking the door open as Daphne conjured curtain around her side of the room with a look that could kill.
Pansy put up her own opaque privacy and muffling charms, “What?”
“I need-” Draco stopped and held up his finger, “Okay, one: you’re not allowed to say I’m too much like my mother. And two: What if I’m too much like my mother?”
“So you can say it?” Pansy said.
“Yes. It’s different when it’s me, obviously.”
“Obviously,” Pansy rolled her eyes.
“Shut up. I need your help,” Draco said. “When my mother and father got in a fight she would give in to him within hours. If he brought her a rose from the garden, it could be over in twenty minutes. Once she held out for three days but only because she left the country.”
“Has Potter been offering you roses?” Pansy asked, turning to her wardrobe.
“He wants to talk, and I almost said yes already,” Draco said, “I’m going to end up right back where I started and- you’ve missed a hook on your bra.”
“Get it then,” Pansy said, turning her back more towards him.
“Do I have to?”
Pansy shot him a look over her shoulder.
Draco sighed and fiddled with the tiny hook, ignoring Pansy sighing at him, finally managing to catch it.
“It would’ve been faster to redo it myself.”
“I don’t know why you expected any different. I’m not exactly drowning in a wealth of experience,” Draco said.
Pansy pulled on a blouse and quickly did up the buttons, “Are we talking about bras or relationships?”
“Ha.” Draco said flatly, “Just use a charm next time.”
“Remembering the correct charm first thing in the morning is far more difficult than just using my hands.”
Draco smirked, “Are we talking about bras or relationships?”
“Eww,” Pansy smacked him.
Draco laughed, “I was talking about masturbating, you’re the one that-”
“You’re a pervert, what did you think I was going to think you were thinking?” Pansy said shortly, grabbing the waistband of her pyjama bottoms.
Draco turned away, covering his eyes with his hand for good measure.
“You’re fine with seeing me mostly nude, but my bum is one step too far?” Pansy snarked.
“I have enough nightmares, thank you very much.”
“You’re such a cunt,” Pansy muttered.
Draco laughed. “So seeing my bum wouldn’t scar you for life?”
Pansy grimaced and shuddered, “Ugh, fine. I’m done by the way.” Pansy said
Draco turned back around.
Pansy zipped up her skirt and did the waistband clasp, “but you didn’t win.”
“I did so,” Draco said.
“Oh, and you’re far too much of a bitch to give into Potter like your mother did with your father,” Pansy said.
“I am not a-”
The privacy charms dissolved around them and Daphne sniffed at them, “Excuse me.”
Pansy rolled her eyes.
“You could have gone around,” Draco said flatly.
“It’s my room,” Daphne said, primly sliding her wand back into her robes.
“And walking six inches to the left would have been far too much of a strain,” Draco said sarcastically.
Daphne narrowed her eyes, “I don’t have to be nice to you any more. How about I tell Slughorn that you’ve been in the girl’s dorm, pervert.”
“I couldn’t come in if I wasn’t let in,” Draco rolled his eyes, “and since you’re apparently far too stupid to pick up on this; I’m gay, Daphne. I’d rather watch blast-end skrewts fuck than look at your mediocre tits.”
Daphne gasped, “How dare you!” She raised her hand.
Draco caught her wrist before she could slap him, “I’d say you should use your magic, but we both know your wandwork is as mediocre as the rest of you.”
Daphne’s eyes widened, and she jerked her hand away. She managed a glare as she stormed out of the room, slamming the door closed behind her.
“Draco-” Pansy said tentatively.
“What?” Draco asked, leaning back against the bedpost.
“You told her you were gay.”
Draco blinked. He hadn’t even realised. He waited for the wave of panic, the anxiety, the regret, but it never came. He actually felt quite a bit lighter, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
The only person he had really been worried about finding out he was gay was his mother. He shrugged, “I’ve done a lot worse than be gay. If someone’s going to hold that against me, they can get fucked.”
Pansy grinned and hugged him.
Draco patted her back, “Yes, yes. Now get your robes on.”
Pansy pulled a fresh set of robes over her shoulders, “As for your Potter problem, We’ll stick to public places and the dorm as much as possible. Eat in the kitchens if he’s in the hall and eat in the hall if he’s not there. I can probably keep him away from you for a little while.”
“Perfect-” Draco said,
Pansy went on, “Meanwhile you need to figure out exactly what you need from him by the end of the day, preferably in writing, so you don’t chicken out.”
Draco groaned.
“I’m buying you time, that’s what you wanted isn’t it?” Pansy said.
“….Yes,” Draco said begrudgingly.
I don’t know if there will be a post next tues on account of me visiting my folks for ye ol holidays. I’ll try but who knows, wanted to give you a heads up
<– Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 88 ||
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FINE i guess i’ll write and kate denali/bella swan fic MYSELF
Op where’s the link?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16721592 right here! its not all that good, but i hope you find some enjoyment out of it!