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[...] The yelling stopped. Ben flinched in fear when Chewbacca took one of his arms, pulling him nearer. This is it. This is the end, Ben thought, seeing him striking out, but the hit never came. Instead, Ben found himself deep in Chewie’s fur—an attempt to escape was impossible—a furry arm stroking his head. Exhaling in such relief that his lungs shuddered, Ben accepted the hug feeling yet very uncomfortable being this close to anyone. He had forgotten what it was like being trapped in Chewie’s warm arms. He had forgotten what it was like being treated this gentle.

“I… I… I missed these.” Ben muttered with severe, unsteady breaths, clearly surprised by Chewie’s actions. He had intended not to show any affection at first, but as soon as he heard Chewie’s calm growls, he couldn’t stop his tears from rolling down his cheeks. All eyes were focused on the two, but for the first time in his life Ben didn’t care. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he whispered with a breaking voice. Old memories came back at once, all those days he used to cuddle and play with uncle Chewie and hide aboard the Falcon to get caught by him and so, so much more. All gone. “F’rgive me.” Ben sobbed into Chewie’s fur, barely hanging on to him. The last time he had cried—Ben couldn’t even remember. His lips shaking, he let himself be embraced by his furry childhood refuge.

“RRrrraahhharrrrggg wrrgh rrhhhw.” Chewie whimpered, gently stroking Ben’s head.
“I know,” Ben sniffed. “I miss’im, too.” After all these years of darkness and suffering he could finally admit the truth. He missed his father. He missed his mother. He missed his family and everything he had thrown away like an idiot. And he regretted it deep down to his heart. All these years it had been weak, broken and destroyed. But maybe now, now his heart could finally heal. With Chewie’s help. With Rey’s help. He did not ever expect forgiveness from anyone, only acceptance. And yet he had been given so much more than that, something he thought he would never be worth of having: Love. [...]

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this is the last page of the fix-it since I put it on hold and it has stayed that way for 3 year and probably won't change... I hope it's somewhat of a satisfying ending nontheless.

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[...] The yelling stopped. Ben flinched in fear when Chewbacca took one of his arms, pulling him nearer. This is it. This is the end, Ben thought, seeing him striking out, but the hit never came. Instead, Ben found himself deep in Chewie’s fur—an attempt to escape was impossible—a furry arm stroking his head. Exhaling in such relief that his lungs shuddered, Ben accepted the hug feeling yet very uncomfortable being this close to anyone. He had forgotten what it was like being trapped in Chewie’s warm arms. He had forgotten what it was like being treated this gentle.

“I… I… I missed these.” Ben muttered with severe, unsteady breaths, clearly surprised by Chewie’s actions. He had intended not to show any affection at first, but as soon as he heard Chewie’s calm growls, he couldn’t stop his tears from rolling down his cheeks. All eyes were focused on the two, but for the first time in his life Ben didn’t care. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he whispered with a breaking voice. Old memories came back at once, all those days he used to cuddle and play with uncle Chewie and hide aboard the Falcon to get caught by him and so, so much more. All gone. “F’rgive me.” Ben sobbed into Chewie’s fur, barely hanging on to him. The last time he had cried—Ben couldn’t even remember. His lips shaking, he let himself be embraced by his furry childhood refuge.

“RRrrraahhharrrrggg wrrgh rrhhhw.” Chewie whimpered, gently stroking Ben’s head.
“I know,” Ben sniffed. “I miss’im, too.” After all these years of darkness and suffering he could finally admit the truth. He missed his father. He missed his mother. He missed his family and everything he had thrown away like an idiot. And he regretted it deep down to his heart. All these years it had been weak, broken and destroyed. But maybe now, now his heart could finally heal. With Chewie’s help. With Rey’s help. He did not ever expect forgiveness from anyone, only acceptance. And yet he had been given so much more than that, something he thought he would never be worth of having: Love. [...]

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this is the last page of the fix-it since I put it on hold and it has stayed that way for 3 year and probably won't change... I hope it's somewhat of a satisfying ending nontheless.