19 Jan 2021
It's said that every soul is connected to another by a red thread, and that these two souls are destined to meet. The thread, though it may tangle or stretch, will never break. That's not your experience, lucky or unlucky enough as you are to see the strings that bind people together. A red thread is developed and grown, not born, and you've worked hard to weed out any semblance of crimson that might cling to you. You pay your bills, you keep your head down, and you find whatever lost people or items you're hired to sniff out.
Then the Devil of Hell's Kitchen tags along on a job, and your plan falls apart.
Starts prior to Into the Ring, and loosely follows the canon timeline. There will eventually be smut, so enter at your peril.
21 Dec 2019
'Against the cold of the empty temple, a warmth began to grow at her shoulder. The comforting scent of incense and worn timber drifted past. Then, a rough, familiar voice.
"He yet lives, but barely. For now."'
For all my fellow Ben Solo fangirls. He deserves better, and we deserve a fix. Let this soothe your pain.
Spoilers for Rise of Skywalker, obviously.