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A Long Overdue Epilogue

Going back to the fandom that began my tumblr journey. The fandom that will likely always be the greatest fandom I have ever been a part of. For those on here that remain a fan of my old fic “The Journey Ahead”, I finally give you the epilogue.

And this concludes my reylo fanfiction journey. It’s been fun y’all, thanks for reading!

Reylo babies, happy marriage, grandpa Han, and all the good stuff.

If there were any fans of my time-travel fix it fic, I have a little treat coming up to follow it up. Here is a little preview!

Ben watched the rise and fall of Rey’s chest as she finally managed to sleep. How many hours had the labor lasted? Ben had lost count in the chaos that ensued overnight. It felt like days ago when he had been startled awake by the firm pinch of Rey’s petrified grasp. Then, it was a miracle that Ben managed to form even the simplest of words when he contacted his mother to inform her that the time had come. It all seemed like a long and terrifying nightmare when he stood helplessly beside his exhausted wife as she was coaxed to keep pushing. Every pang from each contraction, every sharp pain in her back, and every ounce of exhaustion and torture soured through the bond to show Ben only a fraction of what his wife was enduring. He had never felt so lost when he could do nothing but endure helplessly beside her. And then, in a fraction of a section, it had all been worth it.

The wail of their newborn silenced the room. Rey’s screams, Leia’s encouragements, and Ben’s worried mutters all vanished as they watched the little one squirm in his grandmother’s hands.

Rey’s baby. Ben’s son.

It was all a dream. Ben was certain of it. What else could possibly explain the sight of their creation now resting in his own arms? Him, a father? It had been baffling enough that Rey had been so eager to marry him and yet, there he was in the small bedroom of their cozy home. A few feet away his wife was sleeping off the exhaustion of childbirth while Ben watched over their new family.

His heart, filled with a level of fullness he had never experienced, forced him to his feet before the emotions had him sobbing in a pathetic display on the ground. Ben clutched his child as he stepped outside of the house, breathing in the fresh air as he took a seat in the old sofa on their porch. He carefully turned the little one so that he was lying in the crook of his lap, allowing Ben to look properly at his son.

Zayden. A name chosen for no other reason than because they desired it. Not a grand name of some former warrior, nor a hero’s heir that would be filled with expectation. Just little Zayden Solo, son of two parents who had already loved him since the moment he’d begun to stir in the womb.

Sometime during his daydreaming, a tiny hand captured his finger. To his amazement, and absolute terror, the baby’s eyes were open and fixated upon him.

Ben knew he probably looked crazy sitting there, staring in fright at the fragile human in his lap. What does one say to a baby? He wondered as Zayden squirmed, testing new movements with his limbs.

“Hey,” he said simply. Internally scolding himself for sounding so stupid. How could he do this? Be a good father when he couldn’t even form a proper sentence around his son?

And then, as if the force itself existed only to fuel his insecurities, the baby’s nose scrunched up while his mouth fell open. A terrible wail sounding off only a second later.

“N-no no no, it’s okay! Your mother’s trying to sleep, shh,” he tried to hush while his heart began to beat uncontrollably. Ben brought Zade up to rest at his shoulder, mimicking the way that Leia had placed him to lay on Rey’s chest for the first time. He tried patting the infant’s back, cooing sweet nothings into his tiny ear until finally the cries began to lessen. Ben kissed him as the last bits of cries faded entirely; carefully as to not allow the harshness of his scruff to scrape against the sensitive skin.

My son, he thought with emotion, my beautiful innocent son. Free from pain and suffering. Free from the dark. Ben choked on a wave of conflict. A great terror mixing with the overwhelming love he felt for his newborn. How long would his freedom from evil last? Did his own father have the same fears that were coursing through his mind now?

No, Ben quickly decided, these thoughts would not tarnish the beauty of his family.

“I promise,” he whispered into the tip of Zayden’s head, “I’ll never let anything hurt you. You’ll never be tempted by the dark because you’ll always know that your family wants you. I’ll make you feel loved, so loved.”

Ben’s voice caught on another sob. Whispering it over and over.

“I promise.”

It drives me insane that this story doesn’t have more comments and kudos.... This beautiful gem was just updated!

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo Additional Tags: Temple guardian Rey post Rise of Skywalker, canon-compliant fix-it, The Unknown Regions, World Between Worlds, PTSD Ben Solo, the hard long road to tangible redemption, Gray Jedi Kylo Ren, Gray Jedi Rey (Star Wars), Dealing with Consequences, Chewie's life debt, and Porgs, founding of the gray jedi school, hi this is about reylo though wow Summary:

The force vibrates around Rey. Below her. Inside of her. She is still always looking for him, however foolish she knows it is. She hasn’t felt his presence since he had vanished on Exegol in her arms. Perhaps that is the cruelest thing of all, she thinks. That she hadn’t felt him pass. Not with peace and purpose, nor with any other feeling. No fanfare or reward at the end of his brutal path. He had simply... disappeared. Ceased, as if a word unspoken. Rey reaches further, strains harder, digs deeper. He had found her here once upon a time, hadn’t he? Over merciless light-years of the void of deep space, the Force had propelled his presence towards her like a meteorite, until they had met on just such a rainy day. So now, she reaches.

A series of stories revolving around Rey and Ben had he survived the end of TROS written by yours truly.

Part 1: A Night at the Solo Household

Ben is distant after healing from his injuries on Exegol and Rey chooses to allow him to have some space. One night, however, Ben finally begins to open up; revealing stories from his past and his not-so-perfect childhood that led to his fall to the dark.

Part 2: Breaking Ground

Rey struggles to train Finn who is struggling to control his anger. Him being furious that Ben was not executed for his crimes. Ben decides to help Rey’s friend before he falls too far.

Part 3: Crossroads

What if Rey Joined Kylo Ren in The Last Jedi.

New Chapter!

Chapters: 6/7 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo Characters: Finn (Star Wars), Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo, Rose Tico, Lando Calrissian, Poe Dameron Additional Tags: Reylo - Freeform, Fights, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Injured Rey, Near Death Experiences, Worried Boyfriend Series: Part 3 of Reylo Journey Series Summary:

“What are they doing?” she forced herself to speak.

“Wrestling,” he replied simply.

“Oh,” she mumbled. Disappointed by his reluctance to elaborate. When one of the wookies was thrown to the ground, she couldn’t help but twitch.

“It’s just a display of dominance, they don’t intend to harm,” Ben offered when noticing her discomfort.

Rey forced herself to nod. Remembering all the scuffles she had been in herself just to defend her territory.

“Did Chewie tell you that?” she smiled.

“I used to play with his son, Waru, when we were younger. I learned a lot from him.”

Rey wanted to laugh at the thought of him trying to take on a wookie. However, his tone kept the smile from forming. He was quiet and reserved and Rey wasn’t even sure his mind was present in the moment. When the silence became awkward, she twisted to see him. Ben’s muscles stretched beneath his skin, aggravated by the tense posture. Feeling bold, she decided there was no better time.

“How long are you going to stay angry?” she asked, regretting immediately how harsh the words had sounded. Beside her, Ben flinched at the bluntness of her question.

“I’m not angry,” he answered; far too calmly given the stark contrast to the stiffness of his body and the way he avoided her gaze.

“You don’t seem not angry.”

Ben sighed.

“You may think what you wish,” he stated evenly.

Rey bit back a swell of frustration, knowing that she should rise and return to her bed. She had slept comfortably when her friends were angry before. When Poe and her argued until they were both blue in the face she could sleep like a baby. Yet now, she knew there would be no rest waiting for her back in her lumpy mattress. Rey tightened the hold around her knees, burying her chin just below the caps. Desperate for resolve.

“You called our bond a curse,” she whispered. The sting of the memory still strong enough to put a glossy sheen in her eyes.

“I did.”

It was Rey’s turn to flinch.

“Why? How could you say…” she stopped herself before a sob could form.

Ben finally turned to meet her gaze. He hadn’t been lying when he claimed not to be angry. The lights from the fire below highlighted the droop in his eyes and the glossy sheen of unshed tears. Defeated. That was the term Rey finally settled upon. Ben looked completely and utterly defeated. His mouth opened, once then twice, both times closing when he failed to speak. When he turned away again from whatever conflict brewed within, the parts of her heart that weren’t already broken shattered.

“So, you…” her breath hitched before the words could even leave her mouth. “You meant it? You want to stop...?”

She couldn’t bring herself to say the word. They had never described themselves as courting, not officially at least. Though she had always assumed as much.

“It’s not about what I want.”

Rey waited again for him to elaborate. Taking all of three seconds to know that he wouldn’t do so.

“Ben please,” she choked through a sob as her desperation grew. “Please talk to me.”