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Kylo/Hux Kylo/Snoke [non-con] Hux rescues Kylo from Snoke

(Anonymous) 2016-01-18 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
So, after a mission gone wrong, Snoke is very angry at Kylo Ren and punishes him (beats and rapes him)

During Kylo's punishment, Hux walks in and is shocked by what is happening. Snoke ignores his intrusion and continues to torture Kylo.
Kylo is screaming and crying in pain and the sight bothers Hux so much that he reacts without thinking.

Angry, Hux attacks Snoke (with secret force powers maybe?) and surprises him enough to grab an unresponsive Kylo and run.

After getting in an escape pod or ship Hux finally realizes what he's done and how much of a mess he's gotten himself and Kylo in.

He begins to panic, but snaps out of it when he hears Kylo begin to break down and sob.

Seeing that Kylo needs him to keep it together, he decides to take control and decides to head to a Resistance base for help.

Re: Kylo/Hux Kylo/Snoke [non-con] Hux rescues Kylo from Snoke

(Anonymous) 2016-01-18 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
+1 need this

Re: Kylo/Hux Kylo/Snoke [non-con] Hux rescues Kylo from Snoke

(Anonymous) 2016-01-18 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)

Re: Kylo/Hux Kylo/Snoke [non-con] Hux rescues Kylo from Snoke

(Anonymous) 2016-01-19 06:22 am (UTC)(link)

Re: Kylo/Hux Kylo/Snoke [non-con] Hux rescues Kylo from Snoke

(Anonymous) 2016-01-20 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
It might take me awhile but I am on this. I'm leaning towards making the Kylo\Snoke part more Force\mental than physical unless you'd really like it to be physical? (I can do that too)

Re: Kylo/Hux Kylo/Snoke [non-con] Hux rescues Kylo from Snoke

(Anonymous) 2016-01-20 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi! I'm OP

I don't mind Snoke using the force as long as it causes physical damage to kylo

Thank you so much for taking this up!

Fill: The Rescue (1\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-22 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
Normally pain is something that Kylo can handle, it feeds his anger, makes him stronger. He doesn’t feel any of that power as Snoke shoves him to the floor, tears his clothes off, holds him down. This isn’t the kind of pain he can bend to his will, this is raw violation and agony, and he struggles against it, trying to reach out to the Force anyway. It slips through his grasp like water and he screams in pain and frustration. Snoke senses his failure, laughs at him. His hands on Kylo’s hips are so cold, pressing him into the equally cold hard floor and Kylo’s spilled blood coats his bare skin, hot and wet in contrast.

Snoke thrusts into him brutally and Kylo writhes under him, tries to fight back again. Something brushes against his mind and then alien thoughts are forcing their way past his defences, overwhelming him, tearing and ripping and Kylo screams helplessly at the mental intrusion. He can feel Snoke’s satisfaction, his pleasure as he rapes Kylo’s mind just as violently as his body. He keeps resisting weakly but the pain goes on and on until can’t take it anymore, until he gives up, closing his eyes and sobbing brokenly.

Hux heard the screaming echoing down the hallway from Snoke’s audience chamber and his steps faltered at the sound. It was an awful continuous wail of anguish that prickled the back of his neck and set his teeth on edge. He should keep walking, it was really none of his business, Ren had failed so the Supreme Leader’s punishment was well deserved. Hux reminded himself that he didn’t even like Ren. Still… Hux stared in indecision at the door. When the screaming abruptly cut off he shivered, the absolute silence was almost worse, the air heavy with anticipation. He knew it was foolish even as he squared his shoulders, steeling himself, and entered the room.

Hux paused just inside the door and as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the minimal lighting he became aware of a soft, wet sound emanating from somewhere in the gloom. The Supreme Leader wasn’t seated in his throne, Hux’s searching gaze finally found him crouched on the ground over something and it took Hux longer than it should have to realise it was a body. He didn’t particularly want to get any closer but the same morbid curiosity that had made him come in here in the first place pulled him forwards until he could see the scene playing out in front of him clearly. Immediately he wished he had listened to his better instincts and stayed out of the room.

Snoke was on top of Ren, fucking into him in short, sharp thrusts that made Ren whimper softly, the noises more animal than human. His eyes were closed, tears clearing the blood off his face as they dripped down his cheeks and his pale skin was covered in bruises, enough blood running from ugly wounds to create a shining pool under him that crept towards Hux. Ren’s fingers were tense claws digging into the floor, the rest of his body limp and unresponsive as Snoke assaulted him. Hux’s stomach turned as he watched, stunned into immobility by the horror in front of him. Snoke grunted, his face twisted in pleasure, and then he stilled, caressing Ren’s body possessively, cruelly.

Hux’s hand was already moving towards his blaster as Snoke stood, his only conscious thought the need to make this stop, to protect Ren. The Supreme Leader kicked his victim viciously and Hux drew his weapon and shot him in the back. His finger convulsed on the trigger, sent burning holes punching into the black robes until Snoke crumpled to the floor.

Hux didn’t waste time checking to see if he was dead or not, instead hauling Ren to his feet, staggering under the added weight. Asking Ren if he could walk was pointless when it was so obvious he couldn’t, but they had to move now. Holding onto Ren was tricky though, Hux’s hands were quickly slicked with blood and they slipped off Ren’s skin as Hux half-carried, half-dragged him to the door. He didn’t give himself a moment to think about what he had just done, his priority was to get them off this planet as fast as possible. Ren didn’t make a sound as Hux pulled him along, even though it must have hurt, but Hux couldn’t spare any time to be gentle. He winced at the bloody trail they were leaving in their wake.

Fortunately the corridors were almost deserted at this time of night and he headed for the closest hangar, fighting to keep his grip on the completely unresponsive Ren. The hangar was unguarded, once it would have made him angry about the lack of discipline in the troops but right now he was thankful for the lapse. Hux chose the nearest hyperspace capable ship and carried Ren up the ramp, dropping the wounded man off on a small cot in a room adjacent to the cockpit before sliding into the pilot’s chair.

When he reached to initiate the start-up sequence he caught sight of the blood coating his gloves, he glanced down at his equally drenched uniform and felt sick at the way it glistened. Hux couldn’t pull his soaked gloves off fast enough, disgust and panic making his movements clumsy. He fumbled his jacket off too, throwing it on the deck. His hands were shaking and he smoothed them through his messy hair, trying to calm himself before he opened a comm channel to the base control tower.

He invested all his authority into his voice as he spoke. ‘This is General Hux, launching from Hangar 5, acknowledge.’ There was a pause but Hux restrained from fidgeting, he was a First Order General, for a short while longer at least, and he would act the part, even if he was no longer dressed for it.

Eventually a hesitant voice responded. ‘Uh, permission granted, General. Have a nice flight?’

Hux grimaced and shut the link off without replying, reminding himself that right now he had bigger concerns than insubordination.

The ship wasn’t shot down as it sped away from the planet and Hux was honestly surprised that his lucky streak was continuing. He wondered if it was good luck or bad that had led him this far. Hux plotted a course to a backwater dirtball not under the direct authority of the First Order or the Republic and sighed in relief as the ship entered the relative safety of hyperspace.

Re: Fill: The Rescue (1\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-22 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
-not OP-: This is already so good! Really want to read what happens next.

Re: Fill: The Rescue (1\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-22 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi! OP again

This is perfect! I really love how you portrayed Hux's thought process.
Thank you so much! I can't wait for chapter 2!!

Re: Fill: The Rescue (1\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-23 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
I can't wait for an update!

Re: Fill: The Rescue (1\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-23 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
You really capture the action and energy of the scene, I was at the edge of my seat. I can't wait for the next part!

Re: Fill: The Rescue (1\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-23 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Whoops, LJ comment system strikes again. The next bit is here

Re: Fill: The Rescue (1\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-24 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
headcanon: awkward "have a nice day guy" is Resistance guy who broke in

Fill: The Rescue (2\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-23 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
I think this should have warnings of some kind, but I'm not sure what, so, uh, vague warnings for stuff? (among them a serious lack of medical knowledge, heh)

Kylo hides in the back of his own mind, trying to protect himself from the assault. The rest of his mind is shattered into pieces as sharp as broken glass and when he tentatively reaches out it cuts him. The outside world isn’t any better, he can feel the pain his body is in and he doesn’t want to return to that either. It’s a shock when something changes, Snoke’s mind leaving his in a shriek of rage. Kylo wants to know what happened but he’s scared and weak and he stays hidden instead.

When he finally wakes up again he doesn’t know where he is, he’s in a strange bed and he hurts so much he can’t think straight. Usually he’s left to fend for himself but he knows someone else is here with him and Kylo reaches out tentatively with the Force. The mind he brushes against is solid and strong and familiar. Hux. Kylo can’t read more than that, he’s exhausted and in pain and the effort is too much for him. He withdraws to his aching body and doesn’t even try to stop the tears.

Hux stared blankly out the viewport as the stars streaked by, the sight a dizzying echo of his own racing mind. He had shot the Supreme Leader of the First Order. Whether or not Snoke was dead was irrelevant, the mere fact that Hux had drawn a weapon on him was a death sentence. And he had done it for Ren, of all people. Had thrown away everything he had worked so hard to build, his home, his dreams, his entire life. To save Ren. Hux was reasonably sure that he was the stupidest man in the galaxy and he cursed himself for opening that door, he should have left well enough alone, stayed out of the affairs of Sith. The worst part was he didn’t regret it, not for a second, leaving Ren there had quite simply never been an option. What was he going to do now though? Spend the rest of his life on the run from the First Order? The anger felt good, and he let it grow, anger pushed the panic at his situation aside even if it didn’t help him think clearly.

He brooded in silence for a while, gradually becoming aware of a soft noise from somewhere behind him. Hux frowned, unable to pinpoint it at first until he realised it had to be Ren. He shoved himself out of the chair, pointedly disregarding the bloody clothes on the floor and slipped into the room he had stashed Ren in. He was curled up on the cot, knuckles white where they gripped the blanket and he was crying, harsh wracking sobs that shook his whole body, jarring his wounds in a way that looked painful. Hux froze at the sight, the anger draining out of him, replaced by concern. Ren was horribly injured, and since Hux had bothered to save him in the first place it was only practical to keep helping him. It had nothing to do with the way his heart clenched every time Kylo sobbed.

‘Ren?’ He tried. There was no response, not that he had expected one, he wondered if Ren could even hear him. ‘Kylo?’ That didn’t get him an acknowledgement either and Hux went for his last try, the one guaranteed to make Ren spitting mad. ‘Ben?’ The lack of reaction to that name scared him, Ren just kept crying and he was still bleeding and Hux told himself he was not panicking. He had no idea how to deal with this, he only had basic medical training meant for patching up battlefield wounds. Stopping the bleeding was probably a good first step though, Hux could manage that at least and he went to hunt down a medical kit. He came upon a small refresher while doing so and took the opportunity to clean his hands. There was no shower and Hux debated for a moment about how he could clean Ren up without one. Fixing some of his injuries was more important right now though and Hux sighed and put the thought with all the other things he would need to deal with later.

By the time he had found a medkit and returned, Ren had stopped crying. He was pressed into the wall adjoining the cot, arms clasped around his knees with the thin blanket only partly covering him, staring at Hux as he walked in. Kylo’s face was streaked with blood and tears, his eyes scared. He looked too young with all his defences stripped away, vulnerable, and Hux felt an irrational surge of protectiveness towards him. He raised the kit in his hand, moving nearer. ‘I’ll patch up some of your wounds.’

Ren hissed at him wordlessly, sliding further back despite his aggressiveness.

Hux paused, he was used to issuing orders but maybe he needed to phrase this as a request. ‘Will you let me help you?’

Ren watched him warily, then nodded in mute assent, slumping tiredly against the wall and letting the blanket fall off. Hux looked him over, trying to catalogue his injuries with a detachment he couldn’t quite manage. Kylo’s lips were split, one of his cheeks opened along the bone. Long finger-shaped bruises lined his neck, red marks where nails had cut the tender skin and Hux realised that Ren wasn’t speaking because he physically couldn’t.

Hux sat on the cot beside him and Ren flinched away. ‘I’m not going to hurt you.’ The words sounded trite to Hux but it seemed to be the right thing to say because Ren relaxed slightly. Hux opened the medpac, then reached up very slowly to dab at Ren’s cheek. Ren’s eyes followed his hand but he didn’t move as Hux smeared bacta across his wounds. It wasn’t hard to be gentle, Hux was able to admit to himself that he truly didn’t want to cause Kylo any more pain. He slid his fingers down to Ren’s neck and felt him freeze, terror flashing in his eyes as Hux touched the bruises. ‘It’s alright, Kylo.’ His own voice sounded strange to his ears.

Ren stared at him even harder then relaxed completely, arms falling to his sides, legs draped across the cot, the wall the only thing keeping him upright. Hux worried for a moment, but Ren’s eyes were still open, watching Hux with an expression that approached curiosity. There wasn’t time to dwell on it, Hux focussed back on his task. The limited supply of salve meant he needed to choose where to apply it carefully and he forced his feelings back down as he continued to assess Ren’s wounds. His chest and stomach were covered in minor cuts and scrapes and Hux dismissed them as unimportant. Of far more concern were the hand marks on Ren’s hips, ugly bruises with nail marks that mirrored those on his throat. Hux applied some of the salve to them, reaching across Ren’s body cautiously, touching only the parts he needed to. Blood and cum were dried on the inside of Kylo’s thighs and after an uncomfortable inspection Hux decided he didn’t have any major injuries there.

He sat back to look Ren in the eyes as he spoke. ‘May I see your back?’ The silence stretched between them but eventually Ren nodded and lay face down on the cot. Hux barely restrained his shocked gasp at the sight, Kylo was covered in bleeding welts from shoulders to thighs, he had been viciously whipped and rage surged up in Hux at the knowledge. He waited until his hand stopped shaking before smoothing the bacta across the wounds, Kylo hissing at the unavoidable pain. The urge to apologise threatened Hux but he swallowed the words, this wasn’t his fault and saying sorry wouldn’t change anything. He was as gentle as possible when he moved his hand lower, rubbing salve into Kylo’s marred skin. When he reached the edge of Kylo’s arse he paused, unsure of what to do, he knew Kylo probably had internal injuries that a small amount of bacta wouldn’t fix, it was all he had though.

‘I need to… I’m going to…’ Hux stammered, swearing at himself in his head. He started again. ‘I’m going to put some of this salve inside you, is that alright?’ Ren visibly tensed then nodded stiffly, Hux didn’t miss how his fingers curled into the sheets. He attempted to be quick and clinical, pushing a bacta-slicked finger inside Kylo, twisting in order to get as much of the healing salve where it was needed. Kylo whimpered pathetically as Hux moved inside him, his hands winding tighter into the sheets. Hux pulled out, grimacing in disgust at the mess on his hand and left hurriedly, heading for the refresher. He watched the sonics clean his hands and tried desperately not to think about anything, especially not badly injured dark-haired Sith.

Re: Fill: The Rescue (2\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-24 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
fine, sure, just rip my heart out

Re: Fill: The Rescue (3\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-24 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, this is turning out to be much longer than I expected. (I haven’t even gotten them off the ship yet, urgh)

Kylo skims the surface of Hux’s mind, not just as a distraction from the pain but because he’s surprised at the worry and kindness he senses. He’s not used to someone feeling genuine concern over him and the sensation warms him, even if it is from Hux. Hux is careful and gentle and Kylo relaxes because it’s so nice to be cared for, to have someone help him when he’s hurt. The sudden flashes of anger and disgust are unpleasant, disrupting his attempt at calm and Hux leaves so fast afterwards, as though he can’t bear to be around Kylo anymore. That hurts too but he’s too tired to figure out why and falls into an uneasy sleep instead.

Hux returned to the cockpit, unable to face Ren again, not when he couldn’t keep the images of that abused body out of his head. He was convinced he had done the right thing by getting Ren out of there but his surety wasn’t going to help them stay out of the grasp of the First Order. Hux needed a proper plan, which was fortunately one of his strengths, and he needed it before the ship dropped out of hyperspace and could be tracked again. He frowned at the controls in front of him, the beginnings of an idea formulating. Ditching the ship was the best first move, hopefully selling it off and earning enough to buy another less-noticeable one. If not, Hux might have to resort to stealing a ship, though that carried the danger of yet more people hunting them.

They couldn’t stay on the planet though, Hux had already dismissed that as an option, they would be far too easy to find and have nowhere to run. He crossed his arms, idly tapping his fingers as he thought. They would be easy to find, and not just because of the obviously First Order ship, it was entirely possible a bounty had already been placed on their heads. If holos and descriptions of them were circulating they would have to disguise themselves somehow while on the planet.

Hux wondered if Ren was in any condition to assist him if necessary, physical activity was most likely out of the question but what about the Force? The only way he would get an answer to that was to ask Ren directly and he glanced almost guiltily over his shoulder. He couldn’t see the room Ren was in from here but he felt the presence of the other man as a weight on him. It had been cowardly to run from Ren like he had, he knew that, but Hux had never been particularly good at analysing his own feelings. And now was not the time or the place to start, he warned himself. Where had he been? Right, disguises, possibly there was something on the ship that could be useful, Hux pried himself from the chair and went to take a thorough inventory.

Hux was now positive his luck was the bad kind, this ship had been in the process of being restocked when he had stolen it and it lacked several basic amenities. He was rather inclined to thank some sort of deity that there had been a complete medkit because there was very little else. Certainly nothing that would aid in concealing their identities. At least a few food rations were still present and as Hux pulled them out to check his stomach made a frankly embarrassing noise. He poked at the rations in disgusted fascination, choosing one to gnaw on. It tasted even worse than it looked but he resolved to choke it down anyway, no sense in being hungry. Hux’s thoughts strayed to Ren once more, he gazed at the food and sighed. He wouldn’t be able to avoid Ren forever and bringing food seemed like an acceptable apology. Not that he needed to apologise, he reminded himself, he had gone to wash his hands, that was all.

Ren was huddled up in the blanket against the wall again when Hux arrived and he paused, unsure if Ren was awake at first. His eyes opened though and he gave Hux a puzzled look.

‘Do you want something to eat?’ Hux asked, holding the rations out. Ren blanched and shook his head and Hux dropped his hand to his side with a shrug.

‘Where are we?’ The voice sounded directly inside Hux’s head and he started, narrowing his eyes at Ren.

‘On a ship.’ He said, trying to be nice.

‘Obviously.’ He could hear Ren’s derisive snort even though it wasn’t actually audible. ‘Which ship? Why?’

The question surprised Hux. ‘You don’t remember?’

‘Remember what?’ Ren snapped impatiently.

‘Snoke raped you.’ The word cut into his tongue as he said it.

Ren flinched but his eyes were challenging. ‘So?’ His tone was flippant and Hux ground his teeth. No one else could get Hux riled up over, well, anything, quite like Ren.

‘What do you mean, so.’ He bit the word off.

‘When did you start giving a shit about me?’ Ren’s voice in his mind was an angry hiss but his face was closed off and unreadable.

Hux was about to unleash an equally angry retort but suddenly he just didn’t have the energy to spare on a fight, not when he had so many other things to worry about. ‘I don’t know.’ He admitted honestly, running his free hand through his hair, and he must have been tired because for some reason he kept talking. ‘But I couldn’t just leave you there, I had to make him stop hurting you, I needed to-’ Keep you safe, protect you. Hux managed to stop himself before the rest of the sentence came out. Sounding like half a fool was better than a complete one.

Ren stared at him, horror in his eyes and his voice. ‘What have you done, Hux?’

‘I shot him, carried you to a ship, stole it.’ Hux said matter-of-factly. ‘We’re fugitives.’

Ren’s face went slack in shock. ‘ did that for me?’ His mental tone was awed, hopeful even.

Hux’s first instinct was to snap back that he would have done it for anyone, a lie to piss Ren off, but he couldn’t make himself be that cruel, not when Kylo still looked like an abused child. He didn’t want to have this confusing conversation anymore and he tossed the rations onto the cot before leaving. ‘Eat something if you want, we’ll be landing soon.’

Hux swore when he realised he was fleeing Ren’s presence yet again. What was wrong with him, every time he got near the man he started having feelings and he didn’t like it. Yes, you do, whispered a traitorous part of his mind and he swore more to drown it out. He would not be distracted, his plans weren’t fully complete and it could mean both their lives if he wasn’t prepared. That thought was enough to assist him in regaining his focus and he continued his search around the ship, hoping in vain that he had missed something useful the first time around. Of course he hadn’t, he wasn’t a man who missed much, but it occupied his mind temporarily.

Hux was crouched on the deck, rummaging in a storage compartment when he heard uneven footsteps behind him. He spun around quickly, startled, coming face to blanket-covered groin with Ren. The blanket did nothing to hide the bruises and abrasions on Ren’s legs and Hux winced at the sight as he stood.

‘Should you be up with your injuries?’ It came out harsher than he had meant it to.

Ren bristled at the tone. ‘I do know how to heal myself.’

That was a relief and some of the heaviness in Hux’s stomach ebbed away. Ren was gripping the doorframe hard though despite his words and Hux wondered if he could stand unaided. ‘Maybe you should be in bed healing yourself then.’

Ren sneered at him, the expression made even uglier by his split lips. He sagged against the doorframe, dropping his head and if Hux hadn’t been so afraid to touch him he would have leaped forward to hold Ren. ‘I was looking for the shower.’ He sounded dejected.

‘There isn’t one.’ Hux said helpfully.

‘Well, I know that now.’ Ren was irritated enough that he raised his head again to glare at Hux. ‘What about clothing? You find any of that?’

‘No.’ Hux ran his gaze across Ren, the blanket really didn’t cover much and he was going to have to leave the ship. ‘Tie the blanket around your waist and you can wear my jacket.’ Hux suggested, rather reasonably he thought.

Ren rolled his eyes. ‘I’ll look ridiculous.’

‘No more than usual.’ Hux shot back. And here they were arguing again, Hux held up a hand in appeasement. ‘I shouldn’t have said that, I don’t want to fight. We have much bigger concerns to focus on right now.’

Ren seemed about to continue arguing but finally he nodded. ‘I’m guessing you have a plan then?’

‘Enough of one. How well can you use the Force? I need to know if I can factor that into my plans.’

‘You can’t. I can’t.’ Ren’s mental voice was soft. ‘It hurts too much, he- he was in my head and it hurt.’ The last word was a wail of pain and Hux winced and closed his eyes as the noise reverberated in his skull.

When he opened them again Kylo’s hands were tangled in his hair, pulling hard at the strands, shaking his head as if to dislodge something. ‘Stop, Ren.’ Hux didn’t want to grab at him, especially now that he had dropped the blanket but he was causing himself pain. ‘Kylo, stop.’ Hux reached out, grasping Ren’s hands, prying his fingers out of his hair gently. Kylo stared at Hux with wild, lost eyes then collapsed against him, the weight staggering Hux and sending them both to the deck. His knees hit hard but Hux ignored the sharp pain, more concerned with Kylo. He was still holding onto Kylo’s hands and was about to drop them when Kylo started to cry, unexpectedly burying his face in Hux’s chest. Hux released his hands and Kylo wrapped his arms around Hux, clinging to him, nails digging into his back even through his shirt. He tentatively placed his arms around Kylo in return, being very careful not to rub against the welts on his back. Hux wasn’t a particularly sympathetic or tender man even at his best but that fierce protectiveness was surging up in him again, overwhelming his thoughts. ‘I will never let anyone hurt you again.’ He promised, meaning every word, and held Kylo while he wept.

Re: Fill: The Rescue (3\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-25 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
This is heartbreaking and I love every word of it aghhh. Poor Ren. You're dealing with his trauma so well.

Re: Fill: The Rescue (3\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-25 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Oh god. Right in the heart.

Re: Fill: The Rescue (3\?)

(Anonymous) 2016-01-28 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
The feeeels, they burns us, precious! I look forward to more of this.

Re: Fill: The Rescue Ao3 link

(Anonymous) 2016-01-29 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
I will be continuing this on Ao3

Re: Fill: The Rescue Ao3 link

(Anonymous) 2016-02-03 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Bookmarking to read later.