aquagirl154:

can’t someone btw write a reylo fanfic where rey works as a princess at disneyland and kylo a prince, i’d read the shit out of that.
just imagine them acting all professional and lovey dovey for the children, and then low-key hating each others’ guts behind the scenes, kylo trying to get on rey’s nerves 24/7 and rey having none of his shit. like, can you imagine them singing and dancing together on stage?? getting their make-up done side by side by finn? the childish banter exchanged under their breaths while they’re waving at the crowd? rey venting to finn about how frustrated kylo makes her and him just being there like “get a room?!!” because they have so much tension and he just can’t? kylo helping her fix her hair seconds before showtime when there’s no one else around? the perfection?? it’d be even better if they played the roles as beauty and the beast, they fit those roles so well. kylo being the beast symbolizing his dark side corruption and rey drawing him into the light with her love, together bringing balance to the force. like, can you imagine kylo actually singing evermore to rey?? that song describes reylo so well, it could literally be their anthem. cAN YOU SEE

okay because this spoke to me:

It was taking all of her inner moral strength to not drop kick him into the moat around the Sleeping Beauty castle fountain in the middle of the park.

His hand gripped her own gloved fingers tight, tighter than necessary and as she smiled elegantly to the little girls and boys excitedly asking for a picture she twisted her fingers out of his grip, using the excuse of patting one of the little heads before her kindly.

It was hot as Hades and he was being very, very touchy. One more grabby hold of her waist and she was going to drop her very heeled foot on his toes. Belle could act apologetic to Beast right?

“Oh, could we get a picture please? Can we? She just loves you guys!” The mother with the accent that was impossible to identify was not really asking. Without giving Kylo or Rey time to even reply she was shoving them together, and placing the Belle dressed little girl into Kylo’s arms.

Wide eyed he stared back at the little creature for a moment before remembering his role and offering a quiet smile. The little one stared back, eyes wide and mouth wider.

“When did you get your face fixed from being Beasty?” She couldn’t have been older than four, and the words came out soft and malleable, the shapes of the vowels not quite set into their molds. Kylo smiled, as was his job while he thought of a reply. Rey leaned in over his shoulder before he could open his mouth, engulfing him in the subtle smell of her shampoo and the underlying and much more enticing salt sweet of her sweat in the heat. “Oh, I got him fixed up, after the kiss- remember? You’ve seen the movie right?”

And the little girl nodded slowly, mouth still gaping.

Whispering now Rey lifted a hand up as though to block her words from Kylo, who was forgetting what he was supposed to be doing with her body pressed against his back.

“I just… didn’t get his brains fixed all that well. He’s a little slow sometimes.” Rey whispered loudly.

“Okay, say cheese!” The mom called and Rey slid to Kylo’s side easily, grinning now while he tried to keep himself from scowling. The little girl in his arms eyed him thoughtfully, puzzled by this new stupider Beast Prince.

“To the kids? Really?” He hissed as the little girl scrambled from his arms and towards her mother squealing her demands to see the pictures taken.

“You better stop trying to break my fingers when you have to hold my hand or I’m going to accidentally drown you in that fountain.” Rey’s smile made it look like they were having a chat about how they were going to spend their honeymoon.

As another child rushed forward with a posse of little people vibrating with excitement Kylo smiled back and for a moment Rey had to admit she understood why despite his miserable hell bound personality he had got the role of a prince. “If you weren’t so clumsy maybe I wouldn’t have to grip you so hard. What am I going to tell the kids if they see Belle face plant while I just stand there?”

“You don’t have heels to wear all day. I’m significantly more balanced than you. I’m just tired. And I only stumbled for a second.” Rey sing songed before crouching to say hello to a little boy dressed in the identical princely get up as Kylo beside her.

Looking as stoic and handsome as a real prince Kylo waited until the small conversation between the little boy and Rey ended before she straightened, moving to pose with a handful of sisters in identical Belle dresses and Mini Mouse head bands.

“I think you might be using the get up as an excuse to hang off me.” He finally stated, eyeing the crowds and seeing a pause in the incoming fans. Turning his eyes back to Rey he smirked, glad to see her gaping as though he had told her he ate puppies for lunch. He had been waiting to deliver this blow, knowing it would have a great disbelieving reaction. Nothing was more entertaining than Rey flabbergasted to swearing under her breath in her tiara and make up.

“Hang off you?”

“It’s fine. A lot of the girls have asked for my number.” He knew this was far from the case for her and was pleased to see her face burning from more than just the overwhelming California sun.

“…Oh, you…” she began, and Belle character be damned, she was going to do some scathing ranting even if it cost her her job.

Kylo’s smirk didn’t waver, and he raised his chin a little as she approached with the gait of a boxer, her pink cheeks and full mouth tense with barely contained tempest of annoyance. “What? Come on, what do you have to say?”

He could not have been more irritating if his life depended on it. With her blood rushing in her ears and her hands feeling suddenly cold Rey glared into his aloof smirking face, gathering oxygen for the onslaught of her fury.

“Oooh!” They paused their glaring stand off, turning to look together at Finn who was smiling broadly cocking his head a few steps away.“You two don’t even have an audience, what’s that longing look for?” The question was rhetorical, he knew what it was. Or he thought he did.

Realizing her proximity to Kylo’s chest and his breath on her face Rey backpedaled in her dress, slamming her hands into her ball gown and choking on a handful of sharp insults.

“I was just commenting to …” Kylo eyed a passing family for a second, “…Belle, that I thought perhaps she was smitten with me.”

Finn’s grin grew, if possible he looked a little evil despite the smile. “Oh?” And his eyes turned to Rey. “Is that so?”

“I was going to knee him in the groin for the insult. I have rather higher standards than that.” Rey smiled back, her grin set to obliterate. “Then you interrupted.”

“Sure.” Finn chuckled, offering Kylo a bottle of water and then Rey one as well. “That’s what I interrupted. Right.”