glitzescape:

reyxkyloftw:

I’ve seen this raw strength only once before, in Ben Solo. It didn’t scare me enough then. It does now. – Luke Skywalker

💜💜💜💜

delia-pavorum:

riaria84:

delia-pavorum:

What they need is quiet. What they need is peace. Time to heal and to grieve and to be together without the looks and the whispers, the awe and the judgement. Yes, perhaps he has been redeemed (whatever that means), perhaps she saved them all (with some exceptions), perhaps together they had achieved what no one else had ever done – but here, none of it matters. Not the good or the bad. They are simply each other and themselves and there is no one around who needs them to be anything else.

Ben and Rey take a long overdue vacation.

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Now with its own home on ao3. Read here. 

A million thank yous to the unbearably talented @rileybabe for the stunning moodboard. 

Oh u can’t wait to feast on this 🤩

A little preview for my loves: 

He goes to remove his own shirt and she stays his hands with her own. He can feel the minute tremor in them as she gently holds him down. He looks up at her, but she’s not staring at him. Instead, she looks down at his tunic, just under his heart, a spot they both know all too well. In her mind’s eye, he can see what she is seeing under the layers of material. It looks like blood, too much blood, bone and gristle, muscle and tissue. Small hands, slipping as they try and hold his flesh together, cold with wretched panic as her eyes watch the colour seep from his complexion as quickly as the blood from his body.

He turns his hands and grasps her icy fingers with his, linking them together.

“Hey,” he whispers, ducking his head to catch her sightless gaze.

Her eyes jolt to his and they’re filled with unshed tears. He aches for her, for both of them, for all they’ve been through.

“I’m okay,” he assures her. He squeezes her hands and releases them, before reaching for the hem of his shirt and lifting it over his head. He touches the healed flesh in the spot that haunts them both, a red and raw indentation that tells a story they would rather not hear, stitched together by love and by tears, med droids and Bacta, and a little bit by a power that was just beyond his reach and barely within hers, but enough for it to count right in the moment when it mattered most.

Her body shudders on a sob and he brings his arms around her, hands coasting up her bare back to draw her into his embrace. Her shoulders heave as she cries and he holds her tighter.

This is the first time they’ll be together since he was injured in the battle that almost destroyed them both.

This is the first time she has allowed herself to cry since the moment she thought she would lose him for good.

This is the first time they have had more than a moment to process their grief, not just for their own trials, but for the heavy losses that were suffered around them.

He may also be shedding a tear or two, but the burden of proof lies with her wind-tousled hair, where he has buried his face to inhale her scent and keep her close.

care to read it all?

rad-braybury:

INKTOBER! day 2: tranquility.

quirkyburd: