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She wasn’t supposed to be going into heat yet. It was still a few days away. She couldn’t believe this. This couldn’t be happening. How could this be happening?
Rey glances at Ben — he’s still absorbed in his phone, blissfully unaware of her plight. They have to get out of this elevator.
Now.
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“What do you want for them?” Rey asks, dragging out her binder weakly for Kylo to look at. There was no way he wanted anything else from her meager collection, did he?
“You have to play me.”
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“What’s your major?” Ben asks, the most banal of all student conversational topics. But also the safest. Rey appreciates, inwardly, that he’s not trying to fuck her. Not that it would be totally bad if he was. She’d be flattered, at least a little. Does he want to fuck her? Suddenly it matters more than anything else in the world, but he asked her a question, and she’s sitting there thinking about—
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“You could always get sick,” she suggests unhelpfully. “The night of. Or find a girlfriend.”
“I can’t—” Kylo’s sentence ends abruptly. Rey can literally see the gears ticking and turning in his head as he processes what she’s said. She knows the look of a man who has gotten a big, bright idea, and Kylo looks like he’s seen the face of god. An expression of incredulity and hope blossoms, which is at least to say he looks not-angry.
“You’re a genius,” he blurts out. “Are you available?”
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There she was, laying in bed, thinking about that stupid golden ball.
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“Yes whomst?” Okarun drawls.
Momo reddens. “Yes, Okarun?”
“I’ll make you say my name properly,” he promises, taking another step, “Momo-chan.”
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Dear Kylo,
Hello! My name is Rey Skywalker and I am your new host person. I am 17 and I live on Skywalker Ranch which is about 789 miles away from you according to Google Maps. My Uncle Luke told me yesterday that we would be housing some young ruffian to help take care of the farm and try and whip him into shape, and he said that it would probably be really nice if I wrote you a letter first to say hi.
So, hi!
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we're going to try this christmas thing again by ghosty
Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
24 Dec 2024
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The empty road doesn’t look any different when she loses control.
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“In the old ways, I’d have left you in your pretty white bedclothes. Let your blood stain them from drinking, and save them like a prize.”
He places her garments with the rest of them, moving with a patience that Rey can’t replicate. His cadence is soothing and enticing, and it makes her head fuzzy.
“But color me uncouth, I’d call it outdated,” Kylo drawls, voice so low Rey almost feels it through her veins rather than hears him speak, “I want clean clothes as my trophy. I’d rather not miss a drop.”
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- Part 2 of the piano is not firewood yet
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“I bet you tell all the brides that,” she murmurs, half-jokingly.
Kylo peers up at her from under his lashes, a curtain of hair hanging over the left side of his face. His expression is just as inscrutable, even with his lips quirked in a faint smirk, dark eyes glimmering, and when he speaks she forgets her own name.
“Only the ones who look good in all the dresses I pick.”
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“You'd said you owed me a debt,” Rey echoes. The temperament she sensed of this man was... odd, to say the least. She did not perceive any ill intent. There was no perverse leer, no sadistic aura. But he was dangerous. He was unquestionably, mighty dangerous, and she could feel it in her marrow like a rabbit staring at a wolf.
But he wasn’t trying to hurt her.
She’d done more foolish things, she’s sure.
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- Part 1 of the piano is not firewood yet
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That night, after getting out of the fresher, Rey pats herself mostly dry with a towel before wrapping it around herself and heading into her quarters. Thankfully, when she sees Kylo sitting in her chair reading a book, she doesn’t scream.
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“Do you...” Ben’s voice trails off, his gaze roaming over her unsurely, “need help with the rest?”
Rey stares at Ben for a long second, some sort of strange, electric heat simmering up in the air. She wonders where his roommate is. She wonders what bizarre planetary alignment allowed her to go from studying with a broken arm to— to this in Ben Solo’s dorm room in less than an hour.
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Sometimes, Rey thinks she should just abandon ship entirely, and give up on forging a friendship. But then she thinks about Mr. Darcy and the unfair treatment he endured, and remembers Poe’s words about Ben’s past, and all the rest of her is committed to getting on well with her surly roommate.
Who allegedly does not hate her.
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courting rituals and other natural disasters by ghosty
Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
13 Jun 2024
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It's some kind of sick joke that the first time he talks to her is the week before graduation.
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Here, in the darkness of the room, late into the night, everything feels secret, feels safe. There is only the bubble that contains her tragedy and her enemy, brought together in a horrible, perfect storm of comfort.
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Considering that they had technically worked together for over three years, Vanya is taken embarrassingly off-guard by how handsome Five is in person; he'd looked different in pictures.
At least he had a terrible personality.
Probably.
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Life is an endless series of transgressions against him and Saïx has no intentions of admitting the mountain made of that molehill, nor the enjoyment he gets from the view at the top.
After all, the view has no face.
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If it were anyone else, he'd sooner let them be maimed in a bar fight than ever stoop to painfully-sober-babysitter-slash-DD (DT?) levels. But it's Vanya.
The exception is always Vanya.