backstory: Inspired by a tweet and turned into a tweetfic, this one-shot ended up with an additional 4100 words (mostly smut) and a home on AO3.
summary:
He didn’t know why she drank every week. Didn’t know if it was with friends or alone. If it was after work or after midnight. Didn’t know why it would inevitably lead her to his home, his bed.
All he knew was that, when she was there, she was his.
And he would protect her at all costs, from whatever demons chased her into his arms.
Ben Solo wakes up about once a week to find his neighbour, Rey Johnson, inexplicably in bed with him. Oddly, he doesn’t seem to mind.
preview:
She looked so sheepish and adorable that his heart seized a little bit; a sweet-sharp plunk of longing, despite the fact that she was right there in his arms.
I could love her, he thought, lying to himself—knowing he already did.
Sherlock simply tells John he loves him one day. Suffering with PTSD, alcoholism, internalized homophobia, trust issues and more, it takes John a bit longer to reply.
