aquawolfgirl:

This is surprisingly awesome, anon! I don’t know if you’re asking for it, but I’m going to write it anyway! It’s so cheesy, I’m sorry, but the idea of Rey loving a decomposing Ben turned me off a little so I made it cheesy 😛 Hope you don’t mind too much!

“Uh, Poe? Is it possible to … miss, during necromancy?”

“What do you mean miss?” Poe asks on the other line, sounding suspicious.

She stares at the man in front of her who is most definitely
not her parents, still dressed in a suit from the funeral, pale as the dead but
looking more and more alive with each second as he sits on top of his own grave
and stares at his hands in awe.

“I mean miss. Like … I missed my parents graves and
accidentally brought the guy beside them to life.”

“… what the fuck, Rey?”

–

A dead man is sitting at her kitchen counter. A dead man is
nursing a cup of coffee between his hands. A dead man is sitting on one of her
stools as she takes his heartbeat, or lack thereof, and tries not to notice how
sleek his hair is for being dead.

“So that’s how you got out so easily,” she explains, of him
climbing from his grave. “The dirt was fresh.”

Not two days in the ground.

He was in between a girl and her ex, and the ex had a gun.
And then that was it.

“I’m not sure who did it, but they did a nice job. Stitching
it up, I mean,” she tries, nearly choking as his chest is revealed to her. Not
because of the bullet hole that’s been stitched up very cleanly, but because
she should not be admiring the glory that is a dead man’s broad, pale, strong
chest.

She wanted her parents back, she reminds herself. The
parents who dropped her at the fire station, the parents she just found thanks
to the internet, the parents who died in a drunk driving accident not a week
ago before she could even curse them out and ask them why they fucking left
her…

She wanted her parents back.

But instead she got Ben Solo.

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