#renben

Once again, no ai. You did great last year so give yourself a cookie and keep up the good work. Any type of fan work accepted and please use the tag “renben week 2025”. I will start an ao3 collection again once the dates get closer but yeah 👍 let’s go renben nation!

FAQ

wtf are grab bag prompts???

It’s basically a list of prompts you can choose from if you don’t want to do/aren’t comfy with/watched your grandma die in an x prompt accident.

Can I use generative ai for thi- *gunshot*

That’s your answer

Can i actually do reylo/kylux/bentai/ any other ship for thi- *gunshot*

Don’t go to the hamburger festival if you don’t like hamburgers (if you get inspired and do it outside the event that’s cool 👍)

Can I submit later than the date/after the event?

Yeah! Just make sure to use the tag and maybe tag me as well so I can see.

Prompt list

4: Ritual | edging

5: Bacta Tank | after care

6: Rescue | public sex

7: Hunt | Tease

8: Cantina | praise kink

9: Hologram | mutual masturbation

Kylo entered the medbay and went straight to the room where the bacta tanks glowed like quiet stars. When he learned that Ren had come back from a mission half-burnt and barely conscious, he’d grabbed the first shirt and pair of pants he found and rushed there. It was only when he caught people staring that he realized he was barefoot. Too bad—Ren was more important than socks.

He’d told him countless times to wear at least a shirt, to stop tempting fate with his scars. But stubborn as ever, Ren always brushed him off.

I’m not as fragile as porcelain like you.

Some of us can actually bear some pain, you know.

The soft blue light washed over the room. Kylo spotted him immediately and slowed his pace. The vitals flickered steady at the base of the tank. Ren wasn’t in critical condition, at least. His torso looked freshly burned again, raw beneath the shifting glow.

“You old man,” Kylo muttered, voice low. “You’ve got to learn to wear a shirt, you know.”

Ren’s eyes fluttered open. He must’ve felt him through the Force or heard him; his gaze met Kylo’s through the haze.

Kylo’s face softened.

Take back that face. I don’t need pity, and you know it.

“I’m not pitying you,” Kylo murmured. “Just letting you know I’m here.”

Oh, my boy… I know you’re always waiting for me in bed every time I come back from a mission.

Kylo turned slightly, pretending to look at the stars outside the viewport. “Let’s forget sex for a second.”

Ren’s reply came slower this time, the bacta’s sedation slowly pulling him to sleepiness.

Don’t look away. Loss, scars… they define us.

Kylo hesitated, then placed his hand against the glass. The cool surface thrummed faintly under his palm. He watched the bubbles rise, slow and fragile, until Ren’s eyes closed and his burnt muscles relaxed again.