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Finished this fic based on this lovely moodboard by @orkindofamazing !

forget-me-not (ao3)

Rating: T

Words: 6322

Chapters: 2/2 (complete)

Summary: Ben wakes up in a strange woman’s bed with no memory of how he got there. But even though he can’t remember what he suspects were some very pivotal years, he knows better than to let go of the best thing that’s happened to him

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2. What is my favorite move? The Last Jedi. Like I came home from the theatre when I first saw it and knew it was my favorite movie of all time at that point. 

22. What is the saddest Star Wars scene? When Padme comes after Anakin on Mustafar. “Ani, you’re breaking my heart!” and you know how it ends. You know how far he’ll fall. You know he’s not coming back, not for a long time yet. 

K. Who have you killed this year? Why did they have to die?

i dont think ive killed anyone! the closest would be leia maybe? but nothing graphic, more of an established fact of ‘leia has passed a while a go’

M. Meta! Have any meta about a story you’re dying to throw out there?

i always have meta and notes for my long rffa fics! but i never get around to typing them up and then forget about it D; 

N. Anything you were planning to write that never got written?

Yes! I have a list of prompts for the finnreylo murder au, stories that fill in the plot, and then other things will come along and render those careful plans moot. At one point I was going to have a whole story where Ben and Rey basically propose to Finn and ask him to move in with them, but then I wrote How To Bake Sweet Honey Cake: A Recipe as a prompt for @lovethemfiercely and @flypaper-brain and the topic came up in that story so I ran with it. And my next story will be Finn moving in with them. There are aspects of that original planned story that will turn up later, but the story itself is no longer a thing.

Q. Quote three bits of writing you read his year. Can be your writing, or not. 

Your father is about to ask me the question. This is the most important moment in our lives, and I want to pay attention, note every detail. Your dad and I have just come back from an evening out, dinner and a show; it’s after midnight. We came out onto the patio to look at the full moon; then I told your dad I wanted to dance, so he humors me and now we’re slow-dancing, a pair of thirtysomethings swaying back and forth in the moon-light like kids. I don’t feel the night chill at all. And then your dad says, “Do you want to make a baby?”

Ted Chiang, “The Story of Your Life” (the short story on which The Arrival is based) The whole story is beautiful and I love the use of tenses.

I love everything @lovethemfiercely writes. She is the best person to be writing Statera Trium and I will forever be thankful that she chose to write the prompt. It’s impossible to pick a favorite bit, but this from the most recent chapter is a lovely illustration of the evocative language she uses, and how she effectively keeps the characters together even when they’re physically separated.

Finn had stopped as they saddled the horses and made ready to depart; he was leaning his head against the mare’s side, anxious and conflicted, feeling inside his satchel to touch the book, the Gospels. It was still there, still secret.  At once, his mouth was filled with the taste of strawberries. There’d been no such fruit at breakfast, but the tart-sweet flavor was unmistakable. Eyes closed, he could feel the burst of juice on his tongue, and hear a sound he’d heard only once before;  Ben was laughing. Finn could feel a hand on his own, feel the small shape of the fruit in his palm. He felt hot, and a little confused; but over all of that was a sense of surprise, and delight. It was enough reassurance, for now.

Rey’s raptures over the little handful of strawberries he’d picked were extremely gratifying.  The speed with which she popped the first one into her mouth when he placed it in her hand surprised a laugh out of him; which made her grin out of the side of her mouth as she chewed.  She insisted on sharing, and he was happy to comply. It made a nice addition to their bread and cheese, and Ben knew he’d be looking out for more as they rode. She’d thrown her arms around him in thanks; such a small thing, to make her so happy.  He was still smiling as he lifted her onto Exilium’s back to start their second day’s travel. Making Rey happy was something he enjoyed a great deal.

This last bit is my own, probably not the best or most poetic, but I like it because it’s the first bit in this particular story where I hope the reader thinks, oh shit. It’s from The Beach House, a Lovecraft/M.R. James influenced horror story (Finnreylo) that I wrote at Halloween for @rosemoonweaver‘s ficoween. The lead-up to this is Ben losing his shit because Rey blows a whistle that they found in his dead uncle’s study.

“That was so scary,” Rey whispered to him, “I had no idea he could be like that.”

Finn could only nod, his eyes trained on the horizon outside the window, which was now almost completely dark. “Yeah, that was bad. I’m really sorry, Rey. He’d better apologize.” But Finn didn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t.

As it happens, Ben did apologize. He came up to the bedroom, head hanging, about an hour later. And he was very, very sorry. He explained that he’d used to have anger issues, but he’d been in therapy for a few years, and he didn’t understand what had set him off earlier. It was just a stupid whistle. He promised to practice his calming techniques the next time he felt an outburst coming on. And he cried, too, he wept, and asked them to please, please forgive him.

They did, of course, and their caresses of forgiveness quickly turned heated. Ben argued convincingly that he deserved to be punished for his transgressions, and Rey agreed with this wholeheartedly. And Finn? Well, Finn was happy to go along with this; anything to keep his lovers happy.

Afterwards, when knots had been untied and heated skin was being iced, Finn finally thought to ask Ben what the Latin words on the whistle had said.

“Oh right, I forgot about that,” Ben answered. “It means who is the one who is coming. I can’t bring myself to make a joke about it. Anyway, it’s nothing.” And Finn nodded, and kissed his boyfriend’s lips again, and promptly forgot all about the whistle and its inscriptions.

Narrator: he should not have forgotten.

ooooh, an interesting one!

Nobody’s Side from the musical Chess (this is like….third act of ROTJ Padme)

What’s going on around meIs barely making senseI need some explanations fastI see my present partnerIn the imperfect tenseAnd I don’t see how we can lastI feel I need a change of cast

Maybe I’m on nobody’s side

And when he gives me reasonsTo justify each moveThey’re getting harder to believe […]

Never take a stranger’s adviceNever let a friend fool you twiceNobody’s on nobody’s sideNever be the first to believeNever be the last to deceiveNobody’s on nobody’s side

Daughter of a Workin’ Man- Danielle Bradbery 

I’m a restless girl from a red dirt townLike a tumbleweed I rolled right outThe wind will bring me back aroundCause’ I’m a restless girl from a red dirt town

And I don’t know what’s down the road from hereBut I can only hope it’s something goodIf love is to be my compassThen I’m fine with what’s to come‘Cause part of knowing where I’m goingIs knowing where I’m from