→ Reylo AU
When Kylo starts to doubt his loyalty to the Supreme Leader, Snoke is the first one to notice and he can’t let his apprentice slip away from his fingers. The only way to keep Kylo under his control is to use his only weakness against him. Said weakness seems to lie in a certain scavenger…
The mother set down the bill she had been reading, returning her attention to cooking dinner. “Patience, my child,” she spoke wearily as she stirred the pot of stew. “It is a virtue…”
“That I must hold,” the child finished in a sing song voice.
“Uphold,” the mother corrected with a chuckle. “Now run along and play with your toys. I will call you for dinner soon.”
“Yes, Mama.” The child ran off to play pretend. While there was no kitchen toy set to play with, there was one thing they had: their beloved plastic knife. “What will I cook today… Oh, I know!” They picked up a paperback book to serve as a cutting board and placed a stained tennis ball on it. This would be a potato. They began mimicking cutting movements to chop up their ingredient. They continued preparing other imaginary ingredients until they had finished cooking their meal. It didn’t look like much, but they could imagine the smell of honey ham, bread, potato salad, and pie.
“Dinner is ready!” they proudly declared, though they had to admit their mother’s stew would probably taste better.
Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.
A/N: Oh my gosh, this fic has taken over everything and I just can stop myself from adding more parts but I don’t want to?? I’ve been so excited to get to this part so please let me know your thoughts! I adore you all. <3
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Warm, salty sea air caressed your face and tousled your hair in the early light. Resting your mug of coffee on the porch railing, you let your gaze wander over the sprawling city toward the rolling hills and beyond. It was in the stillness of the morning where you allowed yourself to marvel in the fact that you now called this place home. In a few weeks, it would be two years since you arrived Los Angeles without a clue and barely a plan. It was amazing to think back on the path you had taken, the struggles you’ve had, and the sacrifices you have made.
Pressing the mug to your lips, you took a sip and felt a presence behind you seconds before a pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist.
“The ocean is that way, you know,” he teased, hooking his thumb in the direction behind you.