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This crossover ship between North and Chang'e was created by Serpanade-Toons on DeviantArt. Who has called this pairing, "Winter's Moon."
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This crossover ship between North and Chang'e was created by Serpanade-Toons on DeviantArt. Who has called this pairing, "Winter's Moon."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
WINTER’S MOON IS NOW COMPLETE! THANKS EVERYONE FOR READING!
(This chapter is NSFW)
There was something she had been longing to say to him all night, and when his face hovered inches above hers she found the perfect opportunity.
"I suppose I am yours now," she said with a knowing smile.
Recognition flickered over Ben's features. For a moment, she could swear she saw Kylo Ren’s golden eyes gazing down at her. A soft, lopsided grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned down to nudge her nose with his.
"And I am yours, Wolfmaiden."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
CHAPTER ONE OF WINTER’S MOON IS NOW LIVE ON AO3
Summary-
The wolf’s lips drew back a little. Rey was no expert in animal body language, but it looked to her like he was smirking. A true wolfish grin, full of mischief and the barest glimpse of teeth.
When Kylo answered her, it was in a dark rumble that echoed through her bones. “Do you think I am some fairytale monster who will lead you astray? Such a clever witch, suspecting the generosity of strangers.”
His fierce gaze held her captive in the firelight, the dancing flames sparking gold flecks in his amber eyes. There was something wicked in the way he looked at her that made her stomach flutter with unease. Yet somehow she managed to tilt her chin up in defiance, regarding him with a stubborn determination.
“You have not answered my question. What do you want from me?”
(AKA the story of how Rey flees her village and makes a pact with a magical talking wolf)
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A great roll of thunder rumbled overhead, followed by a jagged flash of lightning that lit up the cave. She jolted backward in surprise, gripping Kylo’s fur with both hands. Their eyes met, and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Stars, she had done more blushing in the last few days than she had in most of her young life.
“I am sorry,” she murmured. She released her hold on him, but did not move away.
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Her body was weighed down by exhaustion, yet her mind refused to settle. It felt as though something was missing, some crucial sense of comfort that would normally allow her to drift into slumber.
Eventually it occurred to her that it was not something she was missing, but rather someone. Apparently she had become too accustomed to Kylo’s wall of body heat next to hers. But the wolf was not traveling with her anymore, and she must learn to sleep alone again.
Frustrated, she bunched up the blankets behind her in a poor imitation of his form and squeezed her eyes shut.
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His arm slipped around her waist as quick as lightning, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled forward with a gasp until her chest pressed against his, and his pale face filled her entire world.
"You are a brat," he muttered with a smirk.
Her eyes narrowed in defiance. "And you are a scoundrel!"
That startled a laugh out of him- low and rasping and rumbling through her bones. It sounded like the laugh of someone who rarely had the occasion to use it.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
(This chapter is NSFW)
The rest of her words dissolved into an indignant squeal when his hands grasped her sides and lifted her effortlessly off of the ground. Rey laughed breathlessly as he spun her around, her legs dangling uselessly in the air.
“Ben Solo! Put me down this instant!”
He pulled her close instead and kissed her soundly on the lips. She had no defense against the sudden heat that bloomed under her skin, her protests all but forgotten.
Ben was smirking when he finally lowered her to the ground. “You were saying?”
Rey wrinkled her nose at him. “You truly are a scoundrel.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ben was a steady presence at her back. They worked together to cover each other, always moving in synchronous circles. She caught glimpses of his blade singing through the air, and she had to admire the way he wielded it like the weapon was part of himself. There were times when she felt his eyes on her too, but his gaze always slid away before she could catch him. It was almost like a game to them.
When all of this is over, she reminded herself with a grin. When the battle is won-