tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #1

OP again.

This is really good. I can't wait for more!

Ah, good - I was afraid I lost you with part 5. I'm happy you're still enjoying it. Sorry I didn't post today. I've been very busy IRL the last few days. But I'll be able to post some more later today. Thanks so much for commenting. :3

Really enjoyed this!

‘He is not a first year,’ Rey said. One or two of her fellow Hufflepuffs nodded. They were all thinking it. The new student looked big enough to be in sixth year, towering above the rest of the first year students.

Hux snorted at the comment. ‘Of course he’s not, don’t you know anything?’ Some of the other students turned to him. Hux wasn’t well liked in Hufflepuff, but he did tend to hear all the rumours.

‘He’s the transfer from Durmstrang.’ Anyone who was paying attention just looked blankly at him. Hux gave a put-upon sigh. ‘The disowned pureblood? Muggle-loving disgrace to his family name? He doesn’t even have his family name anymore?’

‘Finn,’ the Head of Hufflepuff called out. Finn was trying to look unconcerned, but Rey saw the way his eyes were darting around and the sheen of sweat on his forehead. He made his way to the chair and sat stiffly. Professor Skywalker gave him a reassuring smile as he handed the Sorting Hat over.

‘Wouldn’t it be hilarious if he was put in Slytherin?’ Hux said. ‘It might even be enough for his family to reconsider.’

Rey shot Hux a look, but was more focused on the new student’s Sorting.

‘Gryffindor!’ the Hat called out after barely touching Finn’s head.

‘Huh,’ Rey said, feeling just a little disappointed that Finn hadn’t made it into Hufflepuff. He’d looked like he could have used a friend.

The Gryffindor table cheered loudly as Finn went over. The Gryffindor Quidditch captain in particular was standing up and grinning broadly.

///

Finn sat down and found himself next to the cheerful Gryffindor that had given him a standing ovation. ‘Hi, I’m Poe Dameron: best flyer in the school and Gryffindor Quidditch captain. And you look like you’d make a great chaser.’

‘Uh, thanks, I’m… Finn.’ He was the only student that had been given one name. It still felt odd saying it out loud. If Poe noticed the hesitation, he didn’t say anything and instead started talking about the feast as it appeared on the tables.

‘So, what can you tell me about the classes here?’ Finn asked.

Poe shrugged. ‘Depends, let’s see your timetable.’

Finn handed it over. Poe scanned the list. ‘Great, we’ve got our first class together. Shame it’s Dark Arts, though.’

‘Wait, what?’ Finn asked, reaching for his timetable. He was out of Durmstrang, there shouldn’t even be a darks arts class. ‘No, it said Defence Against Dark Arts.’

Poe snorted. ‘Yeah that’s what it says, maybe someone should let the professor know one day.’ Poe gave Finn a quick look. ‘Don’t actually say anything to him though, the Head of Slytherin is nasty.’

‘I wasn’t going to,’ Finn said defensively.

Poe shrugged. ‘Probably not, but you learn to be clear with other Gryffindors, just in case.’

‘Speaking from experience?’

‘Yeah,’ Poe grinned.

///

It was joint Hufflepuff and Gryffindor lesson. Professor Snoke didn’t prowl around the front of the classroom and instead sat behind his desk and orated. There really wasn’t another word for his teaching style. It felt less like a lesson and more like an assembly.

‘You cannot begin to understand the power of the dark arts,’ the Professor said. His voice carried strange harmonics as he continued. ‘These are spells that engage with the fundamental essence of magic. All other branches are pale imitations that cannot hope to interact with the dark wellspring of magic on any meaningful level.’

Finn stopped paying attention to the lecture and surreptitiously looked around to see what the other students were doing. Most of the Gryffindors looked either bored or vaguely disgusted. At least two groups were passing notes back and fourth. Most of the Hufflepuffs seemed to at least be trying to pay attention, but there were a lot of sceptical looks. One boy in the front row was sitting perfectly straight and staring at Snoke with an intense look of concentration. No one was sitting next to him.

Finn nudged Poe and gestured to the front row. Poe made a face and scribbled a note on his parchment.

Hux. Biggest git in Hufflepuff. Hangs around with the Slytherins. And Snoke.

Finn looked around the class again as Snoke droned on about “the perfect darkness of a well-executed curse”. There was another Hufflepuff sitting off in a corner, who actually seemed to be paying attention. Her mouth was twisted into an expression of distaste, but she was taking down comprehensive notes. Occasionally her quill would slash at her parchment as she either crossed out or underlined something very emphatically. She was also beautiful and Finn found himself staring. She must have felt his eyes on her because she turned to look at him. Even across the classroom her gaze felt oddly intense. Finn looked down and pretended to be taking notes. Poe noticed and wrote something on his parchment.

Rey. Scariest Hufflepuff. Half the school thinks she’s a legilimens.

As Finn read, Poe wrote a second line underneath.

Do you liiiike her?

Finn gave Poe a look that did nothing to deter his grin.

The lesson finally ended. Finn felt a little numb as he stood up. Poe nudged his shoulder. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah, sure. I just thought I left that kind of thing behind at Durmstrang.’

‘He’s not subtle, is he?’

‘But how does he get away with it? Does he have tenure or something?’ Finn asked.

Poe shrugged. ‘We don’t actually know. There are the usual rumours about blackmail and Imperious curses, but the general consensus is that he’s less dangerous here, where Headmistress Organa can keep an eye on him.’

Finn stuffed his parchment and quill back into his bag. His gaze wandered back to where Rey was packing up too. The joint class was filing out, but Hux trotted up to Snoke’s desk.

At the door of the classroom, Finn was nearly knocked over by a pale, gangly student wearing a lot of Slytherin signifiers. ‘Out of my way, traitor,’ the newcomer sneered.

‘Have we even met?’ Finn asked.

‘That doesn’t matter. I know who you are. Well, who you were. Your family made the right decision.’

‘Excuse me!?’

‘Hey, Finn, can I get a hand?’ Poe called, struggling with a stack of parchment and books.

Finn went over to his friend and tried to ignore the way he was still being stared at by the Slytherin. ‘That’s Kylo Ren,’ Poe whispered out of the corner of his mouth. ‘He’s trying to provoke you around Snoke. Don’t fall for it or you’ll just end up with lost House-points and detentions.’

‘So I should just ignore him?’

‘Nah, punch him in the corridors or something. But don’t try it when he’s got his cronies around. Phasma throws a mean hex.’

Finn looked over and saw that Hux and Kylo were standing in front of Snoke’s desk engaged in a whispered conversation. Halfway between the desk and the classroom door, a Slytherin girl was standing with her arms crossed and a cold look on her face. Her wand wasn’t out, but Finn got the feeling it was within easy reach for her.

‘How is Hux even in Hufflepuff?’ he asked Poe as they left the classroom.

‘He’s fanatically loyal, just kind of messed up. All his friends are Slytherins. Well, I say “friends”, of course…’ Poe trailed off with a shrug.

Finn cast one last look back toward the group of students around the dark arts professor and felt an uneasy chill. It was a feeling he used to get back at Durmstrang a lot.

///

It was the first free study period of the day and Finn and Poe were walking around the lake. Poe was outlining his plans for this year’s Quiddich team when they heard the yell.

‘Hey! Leave that cat alone, you bastards!’

Poe swore and ran toward the sound. Finn didn’t hesitate and ran after him. They arrived in the middle of a cluster of trees. Neither of them cared that it meant they couldn’t be seen from the castle.

Rey was standing with her wand drawn. She was in a slight crouch and her teeth were bared in a snarl. Kylo Ren was smirking at her with Phasma and Hux at his back. Hux was twirling his wand and looking bored. Phasma’s expression was unreadable, but the grip on her wand was deft and sure. Crouched between the students was a white cat with a couple of ginger patches. Its tail was puffed up and it was alternating between a hissing and rumbling sound. For a bizarre moment, Finn thought that Rey and the cat had nearly identical expressions.

Kylo didn’t look away from Rey as the two Gryffindors approached. ‘Get out of here Gryffindors, this is between me and Rey.’

‘Actually that’s my cat,’ Poe pointed out. He didn’t try calling Beebee’s name in case movement broke the standoff, but he drew his wand. Beside him, Finn did the same.

‘Back off, Ren. Hurting an animal is low, even for you,’ Rey said, not looking away from Kylo.

‘I’m not going to hurt it for fun, I need it for a ritual. You’d understand if you would just accept Professor Snoke’s invitation.’ Kylo had started gesticulating with his wand, but Rey was entirely unmoved.

‘Whatever you plan on doing, I don’t think you’d want to explain it to Professor Organa, so just get out of here.’

‘How dare you bring her into this!’ Kylo snarled. Beside him, Phasma and Hux tensed.

‘Way to defuse the situation, Rey,’ Poe murmured, as he took up a position on Rey’s right. Finn stepped to her left, brandishing his wand. She seemed to finally notice her audience. ‘I can handle this.’

Poe snorted. ‘I’m sure you can, but I’m also pretty sure that stupidly heroic is a Gryffindor job description, not a Hufflepuff one. Besides Beebee-8 is my cat.’

‘Shut-up!’ Kylo snapped. ‘This is your last chance for all of you to walk away before this gets ugly.’

Poe made a show of looking Kylo and his cronies up and down. ‘I don’t know, looks like it already has.’

‘Way to defuse a situation, Poe,’ Finn said.

‘Expelliarmus!’ Rey shouted, slashing her wand at Kylo in one fast movement. He managed to dodge, but it put him off balance.

‘Protego!’ The shield spell formed in front of Phasma, just in time for Poe’s Stupefy to bounce off it.

‘Stupefy!’ yelled Hux and this time Rey had to dodge. Her movement was much more fluid than Kylo’s had been, and she flung her own spell back at Hux over her shoulder. It hit and Hux dropped. Beebee-8 shot off as the combat intensified.

‘Reducto!’ That spell came from Kylo. Rey’s eyes widened. She dodged, but the curse clipped her arm, opening a shallow gash.

‘Expelliarmus!’ Finn shouted, aiming for Kylo. Phasma redirected another shield charm and Finn’s spell rebounded. He ducked.

Phasma left herself open as she tried to Enervate Hux. Poe took the chance and yelled, ‘Tarantallegra!’

Phasma had about half a second to turn around before she was hit with the dancing jinx. While she was distracted Finn cast another Expelliarmus and managed to catch her wand.

Rey and Kylo were locked in a duel. They began to throw progressively worse curses. Finn and Poe watched with their wands raised, trying to look for an opening where they wouldn’t accidently hit Rey as she dodged. Kylo was bleeding from a wound across his face now and his expression was tight with rage. Rey looked just as feral as spells rolled off her tongue almost too fast to hear properly. This was going too far.

Just then, a newcomer approached the duelists. Finn recognised the professor who had run the Sorting ceremony. ‘Put down your wands down now.’ His words were soft-spoken and Finn couldn’t imagine that anything short of some serious stunners would break the duel apart. However, both Rey and Kylo froze mid-spell at the sound of the professor’s voice. Then slowly, without taking their eyes off each other, the two students lowered their wands.

‘Professor Skywalker—’ Rey began, but the head of Hufflepuff held up a hand. He waved his wand and Hux woke up and Phasma’s uncontrolled dancing stopped. Finn offered Phasma her wand back and she snatched it up with a glare. ‘I’ll remember you,’ she hissed at him behind professor Skywalker’s back.

Professor Skywalker was keeping an eye on Rey and Kylo. ‘We’ll talk about this elsewhere. For now I’ll let Professors Solo and Snoke know that there are students from their Houses who need to be disciplined. I am also very disappointed in both you and Hux. This is not the way of our House.’

With a quick gesture and incantation, Luke summoned his dog patronus. ‘Find Professors Solo and Snoke and ask them to meet me in my office to deal with wayward students.’ His patronus panted and wagged its tail before tearing off across the grounds. Then the professor turned around and made his way toward the castle. The students trailed after him, alternately looking dejected and angry.

‘How does he always know?’ Hux demanded.

‘You’re asking how the Divination Professor somehow turns up whenever we’re fighting?’ Rey mocked.

Hux scowled at her. ‘Divination is an imprecise craft that barely even counts as magic.’

‘No, it’s a powerful tool in the right hands,’ Kylo said. Both Rey and Hux looked over at him. ‘Well it is,’ he snapped and shoved his hands into the pockets of his robes. The rest of the trip occurred in silence.

///

Snoke and Solo were both waiting when the group arrive in Skywalker’s office.

‘I found these students fighting in the castle grounds,’ Skywalker announced. ‘It seems we have two from each house, so I was thinking detentions would be more appropriate. That said, it is also a first offence for Finn, here.’

Skywalker turned from the other professors for a moment and gave Finn a mild look that was no less piercing for it. It reminded him of Rey’s stare. ‘This is a dark path you’re starting on. Violence only begets violence.’

Behind him professor Solo snorted. ‘It’s not a dark path; it’s a Gryffindor path. I’ll bet you anything that they were stopping those Slytherins from doing something awful.’

‘My Slytherins are exemplary students,’ professor Snoke said. ‘What they are not are group of rowdy Gryffindors who don’t know the first thing about subtlety, I’m sure.’ He turned his gaze on his students. Kylo flinched as if he’d been struck. Phasma held her ground, but couldn’t meet Snoke’s eyes. Hux looked sullen and was trying to keep an eye on both Snoke and Skywalker.

‘Would anyone like to tell me what was going on?’ Skywalker asked.

No one would look at him. He tried to catch Finn’s eye, but the Gryffindor was looking steadily at the ground. The professor sighed. ‘So that’s how it’s going to be. Well, that’s better than lying to me, I suppose.’

‘Rey and Hux, you will serve three evenings of detention with me this week. This is not the first offence for either of you.’

They both muttered a ‘yes professor’.

‘Okay Poe,’ Solo sighed. ‘I’ve got to match Professor Skywalker here and give you three nights. Finn, though, I’ll talk to you in my office after this, but that’ll be all. This time.’

‘I like how he’s assuming there’s going to be next time,’ Poe whispered to Finn. Finn elbowed him when no one was looking.

Snoke side-eyed the other heads of house. ‘Kylo Ren and Phasma. Three nights detention. See me in office after this to discuss… appropriate behaviour.’ He also turned his gaze to Hux, but didn’t say anything out loud to the Hufflepuff. Even Phasma looked shaken by the pronouncement.

Skywalker gave everyone one last reproachful look before dismissing the students from his office. Just as they were leaving, Solo added one last thing. ‘Oh and ten points to Hufflepuff, for Rey.’ He winked at her.

Skywalker gave Solo a sour look. ‘Han…’

‘What? It’s for her excellent charms homework. I didn’t mention it in class because she doesn’t like getting singled out like that. It’s not as if she’s in my House.’

‘Much to your eternal frustration,’ Skywalker murmured.

‘Don’t know what the Hat was thinking,’ Solo said under his breath.

///

Once outside the office, the Slytherins and Hux departed, looking a lot more subdued. Rey glared after them, before turning to Finn. ‘Nice moves back there.’

Finn smiled. ‘Thanks. You were pretty good yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say a spell that fast before.’ Poe was giving him an exaggerated thumbs-up behind Rey’s back. He ignored it.

‘Thanks.’

The three of them stood around for another moment before Finn cleared his throat. ‘So, about this Hogsmead visit that’s coming up, I wondered if maybe you’d like to go with me?’ he asked.

Rey narrowed her eyes at him. Finn fought the urge to look away from the intense look. How was she a Hufflepuff? Whatever Rey saw in his face, she smiled a moment later. ‘Sure. It’s a date.’

Finn returned the smile ‘Great. See you then.’

///

Exactly 20 minutes later in the Gryffindor common room, Finn was having a freak out. ‘Why did I do that? I’m not prepared for Hogsmead! Did I seriously ask the most intimidating witch in the school out on a date?’

Poe coughed to hide a smile. ‘Chill. She clearly likes you or she wouldn’t have said yes. She punched the last person who asked her out.’

‘What! Really?’

‘Yeah, Ren asked her.’

‘Oh. Yeah, fair enough,’ Finn said. ‘But I am really not prepared for this. I don’t have anything to wear but school robes. Is that weird?’

Poe slung an arm around Finn’s shoulder. ‘It’ll be fine. I have a jacket you can borrow.’

///

SA who posted the meta not-fill above. This one *really* wouldn’t get out of my head.

Coda:

‘I found these students fighting in the castle grounds,’ Skywalker announced. ‘It seems we have two from each house, so I was thinking—’

’50 points to Ravenclaw?’ Solo interrupted.

That line really get to me too, poor Poe ;o;

This is adorable and strangely pretty believable. He just has SO MUCH charm.

Okay I know this is just the little intro bit to the actual fic but hooooly crap this does it for me and it's horrible and I love it.

Oh my god, "Poe Never Says No" my heart broke into a thousand fucking pieces. (I am LOVING THIS, author anon! You have such an enjoyable writing style and also hooooly shit the way you're tackling this prompt is so my jam.)

It had been nice to be a hero for a little while.

OH GOD YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE. Seriously, author anon, you are striking such a great balance here. I love how SAD Poe is but how enthusiastic at the same time. (His moment of thinking 'I might not be able to get away from Finn if I had to but that's all right ' just broke my heart, holy fuck.) The way he's been led to believe that there's only one thing people want from him is so well done. It's going to break my heart when he draws away, and when Rey and Finn are like 'no what why'.

(Also, can I just say that you handle Finn's physicality really well? How solidly built he is, how strong, the bite, how eager he clearly is to fuck Poe... holy shit I want the rest of this so bad, thank you for being amazing.)

Oh my goodness. I love this. BB-8's formal voice also tickles me. And poor Finn. XD

cute

(OP)
Thank you so much for the fill! I love it. Poor Leia, I have all the feels.

And it's so telling that Kylo made the meal that his family when his father comes home.

Not OP, but I was just about to link this!

Thanks!

You are so welcome! Seriously, Kylo Ren cooking is this gift that keeps on giving in my fannish life, the LEAST I could do is fill your prompt! I am SO SO SO GLAD you liked it!!!!! Especially since I zig-zagged the prompt a little, so I am glad it still worked!

And, yeah, ALL THE LEIA FEELS. Just YEAH. (And, yet. She is always delegating emotional caretaking, it seems--- Ben to his dad and uncle, Rey to Poe. Which is OUCH in its own right. This is Princess "We have no time for our sorrows, Commander" Organa, there. Even though she does.)

And, YES. The minute that hit me I was like, "Yep, that is a tell, Ben, honey." Homecoming and home-leaving and that boy's a hot mess. And more "training" ain't gonna help, not in the least. Again, OUCH in its own right.

So yay, a new chapter! Tried to keep this one fresh, but I may have just ended up rehashing some previously seen angst. ~~I just really like angst.~~

This is the first time in over twelve years that she will speak to her son. He is glaring at her.

Sitting on a chair in front of him is one of the hardest things she’s ever done ; all she wants is to be able to rush to him, take him in her arms, look upon that face she hasn’t seen in so long. It is the same as the one she remembers, same large nose and thick lips, dark eyes to match dark hair. Looking at him glare, she cannot help but think of the little six year old who would loudly proclaim his displeasure whenever his parents kept him away from Luke’s light-saber.

The face is the same, but at the same time so different. Much colder, much harsher, so hostile. Ben had clung to her the last time she saw him, a ten year old boy scared to leave his mother even as he tried so hard to remain stoic - and why did she ever let him go?.

Now he looks at her with barely concealed loathing, and it breaks her heart.

She recognizes her son. She cannot match this dark man to the bright boy.

It had been easier when he was sleeping - drugged, she corrects herself. His features had been smooth, forcefully peaceful, and she could almost ignore the dark clothing and lightsaber, almost ignore the helmet that had covered his face. She could, in short, pretend.

But pretending won’t help Ben.

“Do you want anything, General?” Her son’s cold voice interrupts her thoughts, and she realizes she has been sitting in silence for much too long.

“Are you comfortable?” She doesn’t call him Ben because he will not accept it. She refuses to call him Kylo Ren.

Therefor she call him nothing.

“I am sure you care deeply,” Ben replied with a sneer. He tugs at his wrists. “These shackles are wearisome.”

“You know we cannot take them off.” It is the same reasonable tone she used to use when talking him down from a tantrum. A part of her cannot help to see a hint of recognition in his eyes.

That part of her was bound for disappointment. “Then why do you ask?” he scoffs. “Did you hope for any other answer?”

Yes, Leia doesn’t say. It was a fool’s hope, but yes.

Instead, she crosses her legs, hooking her hand over her knees. She pulls back slightly, just enough to feel some tension in her arms, a small thing to ground her. It is the only outlet she can grant herself. She lets her face shift into an

“I wish to talk of the First Order.” The sudden change of subject and attitude seem to startle him, but she doesn’t believe he is surprised. He must have expected something like an interrogation.

This isn’t that, but it would be easier if he believes it to be.

“Shame,” Ben comments casually. “I do not.”

The voice is flippant, the answer curt. She grits her teeth and continues. “If you tell us what you know, we could help you.”

Ben twitches at the jaw, his shoulder’ tense. “I do not need your help.”

“Odd, for someone in your position to say that.”

He smirks. “I will not remain a prisoner long.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You will not kill me, otherwise you would have done it already. So either I will free myself, or the First Order will come and find me. You will not win, and I will kill you one day.” He cocks his head to the side. “Like your son.”

Her breath hitches. Despite herself, it hitches, and she cannot hide it, cannot act the unshakable General. “My son is not dead,” she says, much more forcefully than she should.

She has to convince herself of that, every day. No matter how much Luke reassures her that there her son is still somewhere inside this weapon for the First Order, it is a hard hope to hold onto. Because as much as she wants it to be true, needs it to be….

(There had been fifteen children, all slaughtered by Kylo Ren, and Poe Dameron still has nightmare from his time on the rack, Rey is hostile no matter how much she tries to hide it, entire planets have burned at the hands of Snoke’s apprentice and how could Ben do that? And oh, she shouldn’t think that, shouldn’t...)

A cold laugh brings her out of her thoughts. Guilt chokes at her as she looks at the mocking figure.

“Is the General of the Resistance a madwoman, or simply delusional?” He sneers condescendingly. “I assure you, he is dead. By my hands. One of my first victims.”

That, that is interesting. No matter how much the words hurt her to hear.

She had thought he might have been just taunting Han. Perhaps there is more to it than she thought. “This you remember?” she asks carefully.

Ben shrugs, his eyes too intense for the indifferent gesture to be genuine. “I remember his screams, him begging for oblivion. The rest didn’t mark an impression.” He pauses. “He was weak. He died weeping. It truly is better that way. He truly wasn’t worth much.”

“He is worth everything!”

She blurts out her protest before she can even think. It is far more aggressive than she had ever intended on it being, much more emotional than she could ever allow herself in front of a member of the First Order - and that’s what Ben is right now, she cannot forget that.

But the look in her son’s eyes as he said those words had made her stomach drop, her heart clench. In that moment, she hadn’t seen a prisoner from the First Order, she hadn’t even seen Ben as he was.

She had blinked, and all she could see was the small boy you tried so hard not to cry when he learned he was going away. Who had asked if he had done anything wrong.

Of course not, she had reassured, certain that her word would be enough.

Years spent going over all her failures cured her of that misconception.

“Well…” Ben drawls, smiling mockingly at her reaction. “I suppose it didn’t help him much in the end.”

It is all she can do to contain her shaking.

How much of his disdain for Ben Solo is manufactured? How much is ingrained deep within him, the consequences of all her mistakes?

Does Ben even want to return?

She cannot bear not knowing. She had thought the same about many things in her life, but this… This…

She is no Jedi, but Luke has taught her some mastery of the Force. Enough to brush against a mind, delicately so as not to hurt.

So, gingerly, she reaches towards Ben’s mind ; she finds anger, and hate, and worst of all loyalty, hard and strong and obsessive.

That isn’t enough. She clenches her teeth, tries to go deeper -

And cries out when she is violently ejected.

Her head flies backward, fast ; had her jaw not already been shut, she may have bitten her tongue. For a moment, she thinks her nose might have been bleeding, but it is in truth just a phantom sensation, something her mind would expect after a punch of such violence.

She straightens herself, trying to control her breathing. When she sees her son, she freezes.

Ben’s composure is completely shattered : gone are the smirk and sneer, the carefully crafted indifference. He is panting, eyes wide and almost feverish. There is a glint in his eyes, something like shock, and rage, and something else.

She opens her mouth, only to be silenced by his growls.

“You…” he seethes. The tremble is his voice is slowly destroyed by his rising fury.. “How dare you? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?!”

She gets up quickly, trying to find a response, all the while knowing there isn’t one.

He is too far gone for this.

“I will kill you for this,” he vows. His limbs start shaking. “You will not… I will kill you, in front of my master, everyone! I….” He growls when his words fail him.

He tugs at his restraints. They hold strong, but it doesn’t stop him from tugging again and again and again, until she is sure he is going to draw blood, and still he keeps on going!

“General!” someone calls out, and hands start pulling her away. Others try to subdue her son, but he kicks, and thrashes, and bites, until they decide to simply let him wear himself out. The hands around her tug with insistence, escorting her out of the room even as she never looks away from her son’s face.

She recognizes now the emotion trapped in Ben’s eyes.

After all, she knows very well what longing looks like.

I just had the worst day at work and come home to find this gem of a fic that cheered me right up. This was wonderful. A+! A million kudos.

Three.

I'd 100% yep definitely read more from OP, especially on this subject.

Thank you, I'm blushing! And that's where I'm coming from as well. Don't worry, he'll have some taming coming his way. (Hux won't be very happy with him.)

I write a lot but post very little because I have some perfectionism issues, so thank you, hearing that spelling and narrative is good is a huge relief. This little trash fandom is helping me come out of my shell a bit, too. :)

Most of the story is written already, it's just me fiddling at this point so it shouldn't be long.

Haha! Headcanon accepted.

this is so good, I need more of this agony

THIS WAS AN ABSOLUTE DELIGHT, this is one of those remarkable fills that's definitely memorable. Wonderful. Amazing.

I loved the interactions between Rey and Hux, and Rey and Kylo. Actually, I would love a continuation where this ends up as Reylo and Stormpilot.

A!A

Oh my goodness! Thanks, friends. :3 I'm so glad that you guys have been enjoying it so much. ~~I would totally read that too, ngl.~~

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Re: Quasi-FILL: Re: Leia, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren (bittersweet?)

Re: Hux is a perv, feat Kylo

Re: Quasi-FILL: Re: Leia, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren (bittersweet?)

Re: Quasi-FILL: Re: Leia, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren (bittersweet?)

Kylo, winter soldiered, Fill 9/?: The General and the Knight

Re: Gen, 5 times the First Order let Poe go because he was just so nice (crack)

Re: FILL: Kylo Ren/Poe, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Jedi Mind Tricks (7/8)

Re: FILL: If You Can't Be with the One You Hate 6/?

Re: FILL: If You Can't Be with the One You Hate 6/?

Re: [FILL] Fractures (Poe/Finn/Rey, Poe/others, dub-con) 3/?

Re: Gen, 5 times the First Order let Poe go because he was just so nice (crack)

Re: Fill: Finn/Rey, Hogwarts (2/2)

Re: FILL: Kylo Ren/Poe, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Jedi Mind Tricks (7/8)