#thenaughtylist

A note from Grey: I will also always indicate if it is a WIP, Completed, or Oneshot at the time of posting. Rating and posted archive warnings will always be included. I don’t pick and choose fics for these lists, if it fits, it sits. 

closer by hipgrab | Oneshot, E

The first time she meets Ben Solo, she is overwhelmed with the scent of him.

Chemicals Between Us by @sagemcmae​ | Complete, E

Most days, Rey got by fine. She blended with the crowd as just another one of the huddled masses. The problem was, she wasn't like them. She hadn't been born. She had been made. Made to obey, made to fight, made to serve. All in the name of the First Order. That was seven years ago and she hadn't stopped running since.

His and Mine by KyloTrashForever | WIP, E

Ben belongs to Rey. She protects him, she loves him, she takes care of him. She doesn’t like to share...or so she thinks. In which Rey is Ben’s Alpha, but she wasn’t his first.

Contains Breylo.

Haze by @juuls (Juulna) | WIP, E 

Rey gets stranded on a remote planet. The planet is completely void of sentient life, so she really, truly is stranded completely...except for Commander Kylo Ren and General Armitage Hux themselves...and she's an omega whose suppressants are about to wear off (let's run this cliché train into the ground, eh?). OH, and get this: Kylo and Hux are an alpha pair, and they've taken an interest in one pretty little Jedi omega... Good luck, Rey. You're going to need it.

On hiatus, includes Hux/Ren and Hux/Rey

White Silk by TourmalineGreen | Oneshot, E

There is one person, however, in the office, who does not fill her with genuine joy. “Brides don’t want unembellished gowns, they want sparkles!” she’s yelling to the owner-designer-asshole who ruins her life and harshes her chill on a daily, and sometimes hourly basis. “Just last week, I had five brides who asked for more bling at a price point they—” “I don’t deal in ‘bling,’” Ben Solo is yelling back, behind his closed office door, but clearly loud enough that everyone can hear it. Everyone in the back office, thank God. Not the customers. She hopes. “I deal in couture,” he says. “I deal in design. I deal in elegance. Women want to feel elegant on their wedding day, not like a goddamn Vegas showgirl—” “Oh, oh, that’s rich, you, telling me what it is that women want?” Rey scoffs, almost laughs—she’s the only one brave or stupid enough to try this with him. “Wonderful. I am prepared to receive your insight, oh wise one.”

AA by @momolady​ | WIP, E, non-con/underage

Like the battery, or Alcoholics Anonymous, or that short scream you make when you hit your small toe or you get spooked at a haunted house. For Rey, it’s the reason why Dad just looks right through her.