grace

echofarandfaint.bsky.social

22 October 2026 01:08

How many times in his childhood had Ben been told he was naughty, one way or another? That he was somehow wrong. Now, in group therapy, he sits across from a girl who sobs, wishing she’d had parents to tell her anything, even that. He looks down at the cold cup of coffee in his hands, ashamed.

Random Books of Known Origin, Ph.D

randombks.bsky.social

21 October 2026 21:10

#Reylo Midway through a jammy donut, Rey swears looking down. As modest as are her tits, they always end up with traces of icing sugar on them. “Ben, can you pass—“ she starts, looks over to see her work nemesis staring. She’d call him rude, but the look on his face…it’s as though he’s starving.

ghostie (𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱) 🦋👻🍂

ssadghostt.bsky.social

21 October 2026 01:06

dr. janet might give her a pass for this one tbh #reylofic

Random Books of Known Origin, Ph.D

randombks.bsky.social

20 October 2026 23:47

#Reylo Boots up on the table in the snug of her favourite local, Rey sighs. It seems her custom won’t be showing. There’s a rustle of a cloak—dark, heavy—as someone enters the space; the face its hood hides is striking. “You don’t look like a princess.” He gives a wry smile. “It’s complicated.”

grace

echofarandfaint.bsky.social

19 October 2026 23:38

Days of protests wrack the city. The squares are occupied. Fires lit. Rey joins in. “Make no mistake,” the chief of police tells the cameras, “We will find those responsible for this and prosecute them.” He looks so different from when they were younger (and called each other “sweetheart.”)