Brightest Hour

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It was entirely in her power to go outside. Instead all she did was blame a stupid curse. The room is silent.

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Rose still grips her pen anxiously. Her voice is projected a bit too loudly, and several rows of heads turn to face her. Stuck in her high tower with nothing to do and no company?

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Rey pauses, weighing the words in her mouth. Swallows the nerves down. They were imposed on her. There were people like the harvesters who knew she existed, but did they care? No, they even thought she was a fairy. It had nothing to do with a lack of courage, and everything to do with self-preservation.

How many medieval or Victorian women would be allowed to roam free and have a life outside of the home? How many could do that and remain unpunished? Rey rolls her eyes. In the end she was brave enough, or sick enough of her situation, to actually escape but look where that got her. Rey opens her mouth and glances at him, but instead of a disapproving gaze he returns her look with an amused twinkle in his eye. All he can comment on is how beautiful she is. Like all he cares about is her appearance. But what about her?

What about what she wanted? She bristles, and then calms down, shoulders drooping. She swallows, and she feels the entire room breathe with her… watching and waiting for her to let out another word. She looks down at the ground, intensely aware of the many stares on her. He adjusts his glasses with a thumb and a forefinger, and then quietly settles behind his desk. He brings out a thick ream of papers from his satchel, and then carefully arranges them into piles onto his desk.

A crowd gathers instantly, and Rey almost smiles when she catches his grim expression. He would tut, if he could. They approach slowly, waiting for the rest of the students to trail out of the room. Those last two had expressions that were particularly dark. The last guy leaves, instantly folding his paper and shoving it into his bag unread.

She picks up her essay and stares at it with a slack jaw. Professor Ren only looks on, a brow raised. He tilts his head, the edge of his lip curling up slightly. His voice is low but friendly, and Rey does not shiver. And that strange smile again. The self-consciousness hits her, and Rey takes a step backward as her face erupts in warmth. See you on Friday? Rey smacks her lightly on the arm, and then they both dash out of the room, leaving the older man behind. As soon as the door closes behind them, Rose turns to Rey with a gigantic grin on her face.

Rey only pouts, huffing as they walk out of the hallway. The customer—a short brunette—picks it up with a smile. She shakes a drink in her hand, the ice cubes crackling and grinding inside the container.

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She arranges an iced drink and a mug of hot coffee onto a tray. Rey sighs, but a smile creeps onto her face. I mean, okay, I guess it does, but not with him. How do you think I survived two of his classes? At least by then I knew how he worked. The siblings look towards Rey, and they watch as she very carefully polishes the pastry box with a spare rag. I saw him on TV once.

Paige barks out in laughter. I just need to pass this elective and graduate with my Engineering degree. She smiles at Rey, expression bright. The bell at the front door chimes distantly, cutting through their conversation. The three girls whip their heads toward the doorway, and Rey swallows. Professor Ren strides to the counter, his hair a windswept mess—a bounce of curls atop his head and over his ears, his hair dark as night.

He wears a fitted gray blazer over a blue collared shirt, and the fabric of his jacket strains against his bicep when he lifts a hand to run through his hair. For a moment, everyone is silent, holding their breaths. Professor Ren stares at Rey, mouth falling open in a question… And then he turns his head and catches Paige and Rose staring at him from the other end of the counter.

He looks back to Rey. She hears Paige shuffle behind them, turn on the coffee maker and shift through their bags of roasted beans. Rey shrugs one shoulder. He turns his head to look out the window and into the distance. The leaves are falling steadily now, washing the streets in a canopy of red and yellow. Even the sunlight is different, and it streams through the air in speckled shadows.

The microwave and the coffee maker are heating up unbearably slowly. Rey taps her fingers on the countertop, counting the seconds in her head. Finally, finally, the coffee brews. Paige turns to pour it into a disposable cup, her fingers steady. She wraps it in wax paper, and slides it onto the drop-off counter. Rey fishes the bagels out of the microwave with a pair of tongs, and then dumps them into a paper bag with a pair of tissues. Both girls slide the bag towards Professor Ren. He looks at them both—looks down at them, from that height—and tilts his head to the side.

He nods to them as he grabs each item with a hand. He walks out, his satchel bouncing at his hip, his paper bag underneath an arm. He pushes the door open and the bell chimes once more—accompanied by a sudden breeze that lifts the edges of his hair. Rey frowns, tapping her finger against the edge of the cash register.

It was Rey when they were outside of the classroom.

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Rey leans against the pastry box. And then all three of them cackle—even Rey, who guiltily hides her smile behind her hands. The image of Kylo Ren is a half-formed phantom in her brain, and she wants desperately to reach out and make it real. The Lady of Shalott. Honestly, you guys who haven't been turned off by the amount of in-universe poetry discussions are the true MVPs.

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Writing those especially feels self-indulgent And embarrassing, when I look back on them. Just wanted to say that this fic is now officially slowburn. Hopefully things aren't too dull Thank you for reading, everyone! Like, 3 chapters in and I can't get it off my mind. I can't stress enough how original this is in terms of Reylo professor au fics at least, in my eyes it is.

And don't you worry about the poetry discussions -- despite me knowing next to nothing and, truthfully, lowkey disliking most poetry, I can't help but feel as engaged as Kylo when the students begin to debate the meaning. Rey, in particular, was just captivating, You can really tell she relates to the poem; being trapped and alone; feeling like no one truly cares. I mean, when you take her childhood into account, you can really understand why she was so passionate about the poem; why it was so frustrating when the others simplified the meaning bc they've never experienced real loneliness.

Loving the pacing; it's flowing very, very nicely. Can't wait to see more of this amazing au -- can't wait to see more in-depth heated poetry discussions among the students never stop them! I mean, the university side of a university au can be dull sometimes, so I understand why others would stray away from it. But it also really adds to their relationship and their understanding of each other, so it is a necessary step before they can go on gallivanting alone and falling in love Personally, I don't know much about poetry either: I've been researching for this fic and learning a lot in the process too.

The poetry just becomes a good topic for them to snark on Ren feels the same frustration that Rey does; she always pleasantly surprises him. Someone has to be supportive of their mutual crushes despite their sheer obliviousness! Oh, he doesn't just like any poetry; he likes the emotional Romantic sort.