#please imagine this fic being proffered to you by a single hand flailing up out of the sarlacc maw that has been the past several months

[fireinmywoods]

fic: of black nights and white days

His head hurts. Everything hurts, one single uninterrupted ache of tension locking him up all the way from his clenched jaw to his cramping feet.

An interlude between Chapters 4 and 5 of smoke in every lane, for which this fic contains huge whopping story-ruining spoilers. I’m BEGGING you to read the main fic first if you haven’t already.

[read it on AO3]