This got significantly longer than I expected it to. If anyone’s having trouble with the cut on mobile, let me know and I’ll just publish it on AO3 instead.
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She remembers hearing about Professor Solo on the campus tour. Some brave soul asked their guide whose classes to avoid, much to the embarrassment of his parents who quickly tried to shush him. Their guide answered anyway, though, saying, “If you can, avoid Professor Solo at all costs.”
She didn’t give a reason. She didn’t even say which classes he taught. Which is how Rey Jackson finds herself sitting in the vast lecture hall, staring in horror at the syllabus that had been placed on the little desk.
How could she has missed it? How could she have completely overread the instructor’s name? She was too wooed by the idea of taking an entire semester of Gothic literature, it seems, and now she has to pay the price.
Here’s the necromancy AU, for whoever wants to read that one, too. It’s fluffier than you would expect from a ‘necromancy AU’.
For this one, I think I’m going to flip it, and go with Rey! (And yes, I used the ‘loving back to life’ again, because how could I not?) Post writing: This got a shit ton longer than I thought it would I’m so sorry
He swears he bought Cocoa Puffs. He remembers putting them into the bag at the self checkout, he remembers scanning them, he remembers seeing them in the bag as he loaded his car up, he remembers seeing them on the kitchen counter as he unloaded the rest of the groceries.
But for some reason, Ben Solo cannot find his Cocoa Puffs.
He’ll admit it, he was lazy. He put the box in the cabinet as-is instead of transferring the cereal to the jars he usually does, so that he can recycle the box and make the cereal keep a little longer. But when he opened the cabinet, bleary-eyed and still wearing his glasses and pajamas, there was no sign of Cocoa Puffs. Just Cheerios, and the sad remains of Frosted Flakes.
If he’d left them at the store, then it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, they weren’t that expensive. But he knows he didn’t leave them at the store, he knows he put them in the cabinet, and so to say he’s confused is a vast understatement.
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