At the end of the night, Rey puts away the glasses. They’re still hot from the dishwasher and shiny in the low light of the bar. She lugs them in from the back and stacks each one carefully along the mirrored shelves. The ritual means its closing time, that her shift is almost done.
reylo word prompts@dyadprompts.bsky.social · 4d ago⭐ prompt 652 — GLASSES
“Just Rey,” she said to the old woman. Ben watched from the edge of the dune, close enough to see the sand crusted on Rey's boots. He had been standing there since she walked up the hill, trying to work out what a dead man said to the woman he loved.
reylo word prompts@dyadprompts.bsky.social · last wk.⭐ prompt 647 — NAME
“Define ‘weekend,’” Rey said, skeptical. Ben, halfway through packing a bag, paused with a shirt in each hand. “Two days. No work. People do it all the time.” “Which people?” "People. I don't know. Normal people." She frowned. "We've never been those."
reylo word prompts@dyadprompts.bsky.social · 2w ago⭐ prompt 645 — WEEKEND
Anger came through the bond before Rey appeared, and grief followed her like a dark cloud. The last time they’d connected was on Crait, and she hadn’t said a word. She’d closed the Falcon’s ramp and let the bond shut like a door. He’d spent every night since bracing for it to open again.
reylo word prompts@dyadprompts.bsky.social · 2w ago⭐ prompt 642 — BLAME
My profession, the fields I cover, the studios that create the games and films I love, the environment, public services, free press, democracy—the ultra-rich are destroying everything I love, in one way or another.
I finished Hexennacht, and on @reyloween.bsky.social 's Witchcraft week too! A whole year to finish this! archiveofourown.org/works/721771...
This gets my vote for the best thing I've seen on the Internet today:
#Reylo Every instinct screams she’s right to be suspicious, to stall—despite the stolen designer clothes and the fancy accent she puts on, she’s hardly high up on the criminal hierarchy; her racket’s barely more than a street con. Still, the Boss wants to meet her; and no one says ‘no’ to Kylo Ren.
reylo word prompts@dyadprompts.bsky.social · last mo.⭐ prompt 621 — SUSPICIOUS
everyone shut up right now i have to read the same two people falling in love with each other over and over again in every conceivable universe
"Tech support, this is Rey. How can I help you?" "Your product is garbage," said a deep voice, without preamble. "I've owned this laptop for eleven days, and it refuses to turn on."
reylo word prompts@dyadprompts.bsky.social · last mo.⭐ prompt 620 — CALL
Despite using the Force to soften his fall, Ben knew his ribs and his leg were broken. He was sprawled helplessly on his back, staring up at the jagged gap where darkness was broken only by flashes of lightning. Fog crept along the rubble around him, and his breath was visible in the bitter cold.
reylo word prompts@dyadprompts.bsky.social · last mo.⭐ prompt 619 — FOG
"Now you're going to give it to me," he demanded, and that large gloved hand reached toward her face. Rey jerked back, but there was no where to go. The chair held her upright and tilted, the cold metal biting into her wrists and ankles. Machinery hummed, indifferent to her panic.
reylo word prompts@dyadprompts.bsky.social · 2mo ago⭐ prompt 614 — DEMAND
Kylo sat up at the sound, unfamiliar after so many years. It never rained in space, and judging by Rey's soft smile and outstretched hand, it never rained on Jakku either. It was nice, not being glared at or shot at or sliced open with a saber. She froze when she sensed him.
reylo word prompts@dyadprompts.bsky.social · last mo.⭐ prompt 617 — LISTEN
The Falcon coughed out a code at 0300. Ben stared at the blinking panel, then at the hydrospanner in his hand, then at the panel again. He knew this code. He'd seen it three weeks ago, when Rey said "the coupling's going to go, Ben," and he said it's fine, and she said "it's not fine."
reylo word prompts@dyadprompts.bsky.social · 2mo ago⭐ prompt 615 — CODE
Professor Rey Niima sighed and capped her red pen. It had run dry on page 52. "Mr. Solo. Your dissertation is 540 pages. The limit is 300." He folded his hands on the desk between them, and a silky black wave fell into his eyes. "I'm aware."
reylo word prompts@dyadprompts.bsky.social · 2mo ago⭐ prompt 612 — PROFESSOR
