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https://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/4576.html?thread=9949664#cmt9949664

Ben did not think "doing something with it" meant crouching in front of a computer terminal in the dead of night, trying really hard not to make the keys clack too loudly. One would think, with all of the money being poured into the Finalizer, they'd be able to afford touchscreen consoles.

"That's because all of our funding goes straight to your repair bills, Ren."

(...Tantrums, Anakin had said suddenly once. That'll be your shtick.)

Ben shoots up, spine straight in alarm. He hadn't even realized he had spoken aloud. His frame blocks the screen, and he furiously taps an override command before turning to face Hux. The chip placed on the side of the console gave a reassuring red glow, confirming that it was still accepting data. "Hux. What are you doing here?"

"It's my ship," Hux sneers. "I'll do as I please." He gives Ben a suspicious look-over. "In any case, I should be asking you that question."

"You're still a lieutenant general," Ben retorts, crossing his arms. "You're not the one with the great coat. But it looks like you'd need the padding."

Hux bristles. "General Needa is a kriffing idiot." He sniffs, recomposing himself. The veneer of a calm, calculating officer is back on. "Give me a year. The ship will be mine. And you still didn't answer me."

"I was receiving my orders from the Supreme Leader," Ben snarls. The excuse has worked on Needa before, but, of course, Hux was right about the man. Broysc, Jr., the command staff had called him behind his back.

"He corresponds with you at this hour?" Hux asks, clearly unconvinced. He approaches Ben, stopping short to stare deeply into his eyes. "And without your little get-up, too. I find that hard to believe."

"The physical exterior dark makes us stronger," Ben shrugs. He can feel a ping of ?! from Anakin in the back of his head. "You wouldn't understand."

"Clearly."

"You didn't answer me," Ben says, briskly changing the topic. "What are you doing here?"

Hux scoffs. "You think I owe you answers, Ren? How funny. Well, I suppose I'll humor you. I star-gaze." Now that seems even more outrageous than Ben's lies. "Don't look at me like that, Ren. I'm being honest with you."

"Clearly."

Hux gestures to the door. "If it'll convince you, I'll show you what I look at every night." He seems to stand even straighter, shoulders pulled back imperceptibly, taut like a bowstring. The complete opposite of Poe's posturing, sloping, lackadaisical, always draping himself over the nearest person that he knew.

("The reason you're short is because you keep slouching," Ben had joked once. Poe had bopped him on the nose before kissing him.

Even at these inopportune moments, his thoughts kept wandering back to Poe.)

"Well?" prompts Hux, uneasiness edging its way into his voice. Regret rolls off of him in waves: Oh, kriff, I shouldn't have asked him. Now he thinks I'm an idiot, or a liar, or both. Nevermind, I'll just go; he'll forget about this hopefully, maybe-

"Oh," Ben says smartly. "You were being serious. I... Yes. Okay." The chip still glows in his periphery, more orange than it was before. Not even halfway done. Anakin ?!s again.

It's called a distraction, Ben retorts. He wants to show me his stars, I'll look at his stars and come back later.

He follows Hux to the bridge, stopping at the sight of the Hosnian system's sun, a small glowing dot. "Wow," he breathes. He catches amusement and fondness from Hux at his side.

"That's not even the half of it," says Hux, gesturing to the large, circular transparisteel on the observation deck. "See that bright, blue thing?"

Ben squints, edging closer to the transparisteel. "Yes, I think. What is it?"

"One of Arkanis's two moons. And..." Hux's fingers dance on a console in practiced movements, a screen sliding over the port. The moon of Arkanis blows up larger, glowing brightly. "It's reflective. Somewhat." Colors dance across the cratered sphere, a kaleidoscope of the galaxy. "That's the thing about being where we are. In between the Core Worlds and the Outer Rim, we can see anything."

"Anything," Ben repeats, enraptured by the moon.

Hux leans against the console. "It's something, isn't it? I look at it every night, to remind me of my purpose and it's never the same colors in the same places two nights in a row. Sometimes the lights on Arkanis glow green to congratulate a graduating class in the Academy. Sometimes they glow red during an assembly in honor of the First Order. Purple for the day my great-grandfather was born."

"So it is true," Ben finds himself saying, looking over at Hux, who is still watching the moon. "You're..."

"Related to Emperor Palpatine, yes," Hux responds. His eyes grow heavy, tired. "Lieutenant General Aodhan Javin Arvis Sheev Hux."

And here, Ben thought he was stuck with the worst name on the Finalizer. 'Dopheld' couldn't even hold a candle to what Hux just spewed out. "I can see why you like people calling you by your surname."

"Quite," says Hux dryly. "Naturally, however, I am... expected of certain things, due to my heritage. There was a reason I graduated from the Academy at fifteen. You must know the intentions of the Order, no matter what we proselytize to the New Republic to keep them pacified."

"Equality through Order and Unity," Ben parrots automatically. Something Hux's own father had come up with; he had the misfortune of meeting the man when he had come to Arkanis at the age of sixteen, to complete his hand-to-hand combat training. It was when he had first met Hux, who was, at the time, the same height as him, but oh, so sterner. A rigid boy, Hux had been - clearly eager to please, but desperate to appear nonchalant. Torn between duty and forced enthusiasm. Ben could relate.

"Though my father would much rather he be the one to head this newfound dictatorial union, it is a contest between myself and my cousin Jagged. The newer generation leading the world." Hux sighs. "So I look at Arkanis and remind myself that this will be mine one day. That, for myself, my family, and especially my father, I'd be the one to take the throne." His lips quirk. "After all, the Hux dynasty sounds a lot better than the Fel dynasty, doesn't it?"

"I don't think you should allow yourself to be ruled by tradition like that," Ben says, absentmindedly. He was one to talk, Mister 'I will finish what you started.' Ben feels Hux's eyes wander over to him, not watching the moon anymore. There is a familiar warmth in the way Hux is watching him. It's the same way Poe looked at him.

Ben freezes at that, straightening from his relaxed posture. He moves over to the console, movements so jerky and rough that Hux quickly steps backward and away. "I need to see something." Without thinking, he jabs in the coordinates for Jakku.

"What for?" Hux asks, alarmed. His gaze turns to the sandy planet displayed on the screen, zoomed into Niima Outpost. "Ren?"

"There's someone - I," Ben stammers, silver tongue caught. He feels his breathing become labored as he sifts through the minds, glazes over Plutt's. So many old ones, none nearly as young as he was looking for to distract him.

"Oh," Hux says, voice small.

"What? No - not like that!" Ben looks at him. "The Supreme Leader's next target is on Jakku."

"Oh," Hux repeats.

Relief floods him as he hears his cousin's mezzo-soprano. She is thanking Bobbajo for carrying her things for her, laughing as the slouched beast croaks something at her.

She can laugh. She's not broken. Thank the Force.

His relief must show on his face, because Hux prompts him again. "Ren?"

"I'm... okay," Ben says, wholly unconvincingly. "Mission details and all that fresh in my mind. Just thought I'd get a head start." Hux watches him with blatant incredulity.

He cannot possibly think that I'm so stupid -

"I don't," says Ben, making Hux's eyes widen marginally. "I'm being just as honest. You showed me your dirty little secret; the least I could do is tell you the truth." Oh, how easy the words rolled off his tongue now, anxiety appeased. A true scion of Solo.

Hux flushes at his wording. "I wouldn't call this a dirty little secret. Perhaps a guilty pleasure." He frowns. "You'd better not tell the crew about this. Nobody's going to promote an officer who spends his recreational hours fantasizing about an empire."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Ben tells him, holding his hands up in a gesture of mock-surrender. "You're my only friend on this ship, after all. Phasma tolerates me. Needa and the others are afraid of me."

"I am, aren't I?" Hux says softly. He quickly snaps at attention. "Besides, it's not like any of them would believe you. Well. I... This has been nice... Kylo. But we both ought to be back in our quarters." He pauses. "Thank you, I suppose. For listening to me." He leans in close. Neither he nor Ben moves. Hux walks away.

Ben waits until the thud of Hux's footsteps disappear down the hall before he makes a mad dash to the terminal, ripping the green chip off the metal. Data fully downloaded, he speedwalks back to his chamber, flopping onto his cot.

"What was that," says Anakin flatly.

Ben doesn't know.

(OP) I am kind of just screeching like a pterodacytl right now, this was GREAT. Anakin's background mental pokes (and deciding on the tantrum schtick *giggle-snort*), the Broysc reference (I SEE A SWTOR REFERENCE AND I AM VERY HAPPY ABOUT IT), BEN CHECKING ON HIS BABY COUSIN (so many feels), and holy Jesus, wow, Hux wins the terrible name competition.

ALSO JAGGED FEL OMG. Sorry, Hux, as fond as I am of Domhnall Gleeson, I have crushed on Jagged since I first read Dark Tide II: Ruin when I was eleven and I am hugely fond of the Legacy comic series and its Fel characters (EMPRESS MARASIAH FEL ALL HAIL), so I'm going to be rooting for a Fel dynasty rather than a Hux one. (Although in my heart of hearts I am of course hoping for the Resistance to win the day and for the First Order to fall.)

I did kinda feel bad for Hux at the end there - Ben was oblivious, but that was totally a "leaning in for a kiss" type deal he had going on. *sighs, then grins evilly* Poor Ben. This is going to make things incredibly complicated for him.

So as it turned out, Hux really did believe Ben when he'd fibbed about Jakku being his next mission, and now he's stepping off his spanking new command shuttle, setting foot on the sandy dunes of the junkyard planet. He landed just on the ridge before Niima Outpost, but he can feel the bustling scavenger hotspot as if he were right in the thick of it, clamoring voices in different tongues all layered atop each other.

He takes his time getting there, painfully aware of how alone he was. He refused a detail, to Hux's dismay and confusion, and had to commandeer the ship himself. His landings needed work, but according to great-aunt Ahsoka's memoirs, that only made him even more similar to his legendary grandfather.

By the time he reaches the outpost, he's struggling not to collapse. He was definitely not dressed appropriately for the terrain, instead opting to take his grandfather's advice of malicious opulence in place of malicious convenience. The locals give him strange looks as his heavy boots continue to sink into the sand.

(Never again, Ben shouts, and catches a glimmer of a chuckle in return.)

He needs no help getting to Unkar Plutt's stall, quickly trading a few credits for an encrypted datapad, but he does a double-take once he sees who stood in line behind him, now struggling to put her things on the far-too-high counter. It seems Bobbajo is nowhere in sight today. Thoughtlessly, Ben steps forward, gathering the girl's bounty into his arms and placing them on the sill, the latter action halting her panicked cry.

"There you are," he tells her, feeling his eyes water. He watches the three buns of her hair bounce as she thanks him enthusiastically.

Plutt grumbles as he collects the scrap metal and places down three quarter portions, sliding the plastic-wrapped sustenance far enough that it drops to the ground. The girl stoops quickly to pick all of the portions up and quickly steps out of the line. Ben follows her.

She eyes him warily. "Thank you for helping me," she says. Ben wants to cry. Her accent is just as clipped as Mara Jade's was.

"You're welcome," Ben responds, then shakes his head frantically when she grudgingly offers him a portion. "No, I don't - I... I'm Ben. And I already ate."

"Okay," the girl says. "I'm Rey."

I know, he thinks but doesn't say. "Hello, Rey," he says quietly instead.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Rey asks, cocking her head. "Otherwise you wouldn't be wearing those clothes." She pinches a bit of the fabric of his cloak. He had only forsaken the mask, knowing it would've alerted Snoke had the rumors of Kylo Ren being on Jakku spread. Rey laughs. "It's scratchy."

"It really is," Ben admits, laughing too as he scratches at his arm. "Where... where are your parents, Rey? Are you here all by yourself?" He looks around. "Couldn't they have helped you put the stuff on the counter?" He's searching for confirmation.

The girl's expression darkens, more out of grief than distaste at him for asking. Obviously Luke hadn't come back for her; why else would she still be on Jakku? Luke hadn't so much as waited two minutes to hear Ben's case of redemption before shutting him out all over again. Ben didn't even get to tell him that Rey was still alive.

"My parents... they went somewhere," Rey says, looking at her little boots. "But they'll come back for me. Unkar told me they would."

There's something about her tone that suggests Plutt hadn't been so positive in his remark as she had made him seem. But Ben was glad for her optimism. It meant she hadn't given up hope. One day, she would come home - he would make it so. After the Resistance (aided by Ben himself, no less) defeated the First Order, he would lead Luke to Jakku, remove the block from Rey's mind, and they would go home and recreate their once happy family. He was sure of it.

What he wasn't sure of was how he'd followed Rey back to the AT-AT she called home - far too small for him, but also too big for her. He watches her feast viciously, retying her hair. He flounders when she asks him how he knows to tie it like that, and how he can do it so quickly. "I, um, had a little sister." He winces, but relaxes once she cheerfully says, "Oh." It should bother him how gullible she is, but it's been four years and she's still alive and well, so.

"Wait," Rey pauses, her little cheeks filled with food. She turns to look at him, and Ben is careful not to release her top and final bun. "'Had'? What happened to your little sister?"

He ties the elastic around her hair, toying with its position so that it's in line with the other two. "My sister... is lost. I haven't seen her in a long time."

"Like my parents?" asks Rey quietly. She peers up at him through her periphery, having returned to her meal. She settles against his leg, using it as a rest.

Ben swallows hard. He wants to tell her. He wants so badly to tell her who he is, who she is. But he can't; at least, not yet. She's still so small and so young, and the war is not yet won. He has no idea where her father is, so it isn't as if he can take he to Luke to keep her safe. He has to settle for seeing her like this, discretely, and devoid of his real identity. "Yes," he whispers. "Like your parents."

"I'm sorry," says Rey mournfully. She turns and throws her arms around his neck, stunning him. After he gets over his shock, he puts his arms around her in return. He hadn't realized how familiar her warm weight would feel in his arms, how quickly tears would spring to his eyes. "I'm sorry about your sister. I hope you get her back."

This must've been how Poe felt - grief-counselled by a precocious child. A child with whom Ben would have to part ways with.

So he waits for the dark of night. He watches Rey mumble in her sleep, starting when she suddenly grabs his arm, lucid. "Ben," she slurs, groggy and sleep-laden. "Ben."

"What is it, sweet?" Ben asks, brushing a few strands of hair from her forehead.

"Will you be my big brother?" Perhaps it was the wrong thing to say, telling her that he intended to stay on Jakku. Rey had gotten so excited, had perked right up and started rambling about how they were going to be partners. She had declared that she was going to find him suitable clothes for the desert, and he would grab the things too far out of her reach in return. "I can be your little sister... At least until you get her back." Rey sits up, pressing her forehead into Ben's shoulder. "But I wish she won't come back so I won't have to stop."

Ben's heart shatters. He presses a quick kiss to the top of her head. "Yes. Sure. I'll be your big brother, Rey. Now go back to sleep. We've got a big day tomorrow."

"Okay," mumbles Rey sleepily. Ben reaches out with the Force, calming her and lulling her to a deep sleep.

Anakin sighs quietly. "She's so small..."

"She is," Ben agrees. "I hate leaving her all alone." He searches her mind for the memories he sealed away years ago, gathers all of her new memories of him, and puts them there. "But I can't stay."

"Maybe I can," Anakin suggests. "Keep her company while you're gone." He frowns at Ben's panicked look. "Ben, you're a grown man and a capable Force-user. Rey is nine years old and she's alone. Besides, you'll have Obi-Wan to guide you while I'm gone."

"I... suppose." Ben isn't entirely convinced. It's the guilt that eats away at him, the fact that it was Ben who had left her here on Jakku. He feels obligated to stay, to help her all that he could. It wasn't Anakin's job to watch over all of his grandchildren - he had found peace at the end of his life after saving his son and passing on, but now, because of Ben, who had thrown the galaxy into flux when he gave the First Order the upper hand, he was dragged out of the afterlife to help right his family's wrongs.

Anakin shakes his head, following Ben's train of though clearly. "Ben, don't go down that road. It is too easy to be swallowed up by those thoughts, caught in a vortex of what could've, should've been, because you had or hadn't done something. This is something that I wish to do. I want to help Rey, at least until she is grown enough to take care of herself. You have a mission, remember? Your own wrongs to right, on your own terms and your own pace. Here, I can alleviate your concerns about Rey.

"I'm not proposing abandonment, Ben. I will still be with you - will always be with you. But you have to understand my intent." He reaches out, his fingers ghosting over Ben's shoulder. There is no warmth in Anakin's presence, the chill of the beyond gentle against him, but it was reassuring, to know that he could feel him nevertheless. "I believe that this is something you can do, without my guidance."

"If... if you think so."

"I do." Anakin's eyes bid him farewell.

Ben gathers his things, makes for the tarp that Rey has lain over the AT-AT's entrance. As he turns, he sees Anakin stroking Rey's hair, humming a soft lullaby.

Ben starts up his ship without a problem, and lands gracefully in the docking bay of the Finalizer. Hux isn't there to bid him a "welcome back," but even if he had, Ben wouldn't have acknowledged it anyway. There is too much on his mind, too much pain his his chest. His journey hadn't been a good one, even though he had completed his personal mission of finding a discreet way of smuggling his information to the Resistance.

He thought seeing Rey again would give him some closure, but all it did was make him more hollow.

(OP) ;_;

Different nonny from the first one. I've had this prompt bookmarked for weeks and suddenly this just came to mind. I don't know if OP is still around, but if you are I hope you enjoy.

NON-CON/RAPE

Poe shifts on the bed, trying to stretch the cramp out of his leg, he succeeds only in rattling the chain that keeps him secured to the bed. He’s tried multiple times to break it with little success, the durasteel is strong and he has very little to use in the way of tools, not since he tried to kill himself using the meticulously sharpened end of a spoon to try and slit his writs. All his meals are supervised no and he’s only given plastic utensils.

The sound of the door hissing open cause him to flinch almost violently, there’s only two people that visit regularly Poe and his guard PC-4255 has already ensured that he has eaten his meal for the day and left. That leaves only Kylo Ren.

“Hello pet, how are you doing today?” Kylo asks, removing his helmet and setting it aside because he knows how much it distresses Poe to see his unmasked face. Ever since that day in the interrogation chamber when Poe had fond out that Kylo Ren was Ben; or at least possessed his body because Ben would never have hurt Poe like Ren had.

Turning to glare at the wall, Poe ignores Ren’s question, refusing to answer him. This is the only control he has over his life right now, and even it is useless since Ren can easily tear the thoughts out of his mind if he truly wanted an answer.

Ren chuckles at Poe’s show of defiance before coming behind Poe and resting a hand on his stomach, feeling the ever growing bulge that is testament to the worst torture Ren has inflicted on him. “How are my growing children? The doctor said your last check up went well, all three of you are healthy.”

Poe doesn’t care, he doesn’t want to hear about the abominations growing within him, especially not when they’re going to become just more brainwashed members of the First Order. If Poe had a choice he would have terminated the pregnancy as soon as he found out about it. That choice, along with his freedom, was taken away from him when Ren had found him again on Jakku following his escape with the aid of a rogue stormtrooper.

Not for the first time Poe wondered what had become of Finn, he hoped the man had survived the crash. Poe knows that the First Order has not gotten a hold of Finn or else Ren would have gloated about it constantly, the man delights in informing Poe about any victories the First Order has made against the Resistance, news of Finn would be no different.

A gasp of pain escapes Poe as Ren suddenly jerks his head back roughly. “Do not think about that traitor while you are around me. You are mine!”

Part of Poe wants to cower in the face of Ren’s anger; how many times has the man tortured him over the last six months or so? Most of the torture has been mental and emotional; Ren would never do anything to harm the babies after all. “I will never be yours!”

One of Ren’s large hands wraps around his throat, squeezing enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to stop his breathing. “You belong to me Poe Dameron; your mind and your body are at my mercy. With time I will possess your heart as well.”

Poe would laugh at that if it weren’t for Ren’s hand across his neck. “There is only one man who holds my heart and you killed him the night you massacred your fellow padawans.”

Ren roars at that, pushing Poe forward and wrenches his loose pants off and jerking his legs apart. Through the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears Poe can hear Ren disrobing. Poe struggles uselessly; Ren is using the force to hold him down as he lubes himself up. He stopped preparing Poe months ago, this is a daily occurrence and Poe’s body has not had a chance to tighten up, he still slicks himself though to prevent tearing or damaging Poe. This isn’t about hurting Poe physically after all, it’s about breaking his mind and spirit and turning him into Ren’s perfect little toy and breeding bitch, he’s said as much multiple times.

Even with the familiarity of this brutality, Poe still tenses and shudders in revulsion as Ren presses into him with a grunt of pleasure. He’s become adept at disassociating his mind from his body during his rapes, but sometimes Ren wants him to feel every thrust and drag of his cock within Poe. When Poe feels Ren force his way into his mind Poe knows that tonight is one of those nights. Ren cages Poe’s mind in the present, baring Poe from the memories of flying that are usually his escape.

“You. Are. Mine.” Ren hisses as he punctuates each word with a thrust, using Poe’s hair to pull the other man back against him. “I will make sure that you never forget it.”

At one point Ren yanks Poe up against him so that Poe’s back is pressed against Ren’s chest allowing Ren to bounce Poe on his lap even as his hands settle over Poe’s stomach, touching and claiming. “All of this is mine, and will always be mine. When these children are born I will ensure you’re impregnated again, granting me many, many children.”

Even through his horror at Ren’s words Poe feels his body reacting to his assault, feels Ren fanning the pleasure center of Poe’s mind to ignite flames of pleasure within him. This is worse than anything Ren has ever done to Poe because he is making Poe enjoy it against Poe’s will.

When Ren comes he forces Poe’s own orgasm, leaving the smaller man gasping and crying out in pleasure and shame.

Almost immediately after Poe finds himself sinking into sleep with Ren’s voice whispering in his ear. “Your punishment isn’t over yet Poe, tonight your dreams will illustrate just how desolate your situation is until you accept it.”

-

When Poe wakes to pain in his head he has very little recollection of where he is or even who he is. Slowly the memories flood back and he recalls his capture on Jakku, his escape with Finn and finally being tracked down and apprehended by the First Order once again.

He desperately hopes Finn and BB-8 are alright. Maybe Finn will find BB-8 and get off Jakku to finish Poe’s mission, if he survived the crash that is.

Poe prays to the Force that the First Order plans to execute him this time, there’s nothing left for him to give them after all.

He feels despair when the door opens to reveal Kylo Ren, anger radiating off him and he stalks toward Poe, grabbing him by his hair and jerking his head up so that Poe has to look into Ren’s mask.

“This time I will ensure you can never escape from me again.” Ren promises him before slapping him hard across the face, leaving Poe’s head reeling and blood in his mouth. “You belong to me.”

Soon regular beating and rape become a daily occurrence for Poe, often accompanied by psychological torture as Ren tries to break him and mould him into the perfect pet. Things don’t change until Poe’s health starts to deteriorate rapidly; he is constantly ill, can’t keep any food down even the blandest broths, and he’s prone to dizziness. Ren panics and carries him to the closest med bay. This marks the first time that Poe sees someone other than Ren since his recapture.

The First Order doctor who examines him is impersonal and brusque and does not speak to Poe other than to ask him for his symptoms. Then he checks Poe over, going over his vitals, taking blood samples and performing a slew of other tests. It’s an hour before he provides his diagnosis.

Poe is five weeks pregnant. He’s also severely dehydrated and malnourished, but that seems less important in light of the first analysis.

None of this should be possible except that it seems Poe is subspecies human; somehow one of his parent’s has alien DNA and passed it on to Poe. Ingrained in that DNA are genetics that give Poe either a secondary gender or have altered his body to allow for a uterus and eggs to form.

Ren is delighted. Poe is horrified.

Twins apparently run through the Skywalker line. It seems they skip a generation.

Kylo Ren is an only child.

Poe is three months pregnant when he tries to kill himself; he manages to slice his wrists with a sharpened spoon and watches as the red runs down his arm to the floor. Death is preferable to what awaits him in the future. He doesn’t realize Ren has run into the room until the man’s hands are over his own, applying pressure to the wounds even as he calls for a medic.

Following the attempt Poe’s movements are further restricted, he’s given PC-4255 as a guard and nanny; he can go nowhere without the stormtrooper accompanying him, that includes the fresher. When it’s not PC-4255 then it’s Ren guarding his every movement.

Any further attempt at self-harm is thwarted at every turn including starving himself, which had ended up with him on a feeding tube and strapped to a gurney for three days

Everyday seems more and more bleak.

Poe wakes with a gasp, fighting back the emotions that Ren has drudged when he force Poe to relive the worst parts of his imprisonment. He’s experienced this tactic before; another way that Ren is trying to break his will and Poe wonders if it’s working. Everyday he finds it harder and harder to fight back or care.

He just wants to die and have this all end. He knows that there’s no hope of rescue, when Poe had accepted this mission he had been told that no one would come for him if he was captured. Finn breaking him out had been a complete miracle.

Suddenly a sense of comfort floods through him and Poe is so startled by it that he physically jerks back, cause the chain on his ankle to pull too tightly and pain to shoot up his leg. When the pain subsides and Poe gets a hold of himself he looks around desperately for the source of the sensation, he hasn’t felt anything like that since he was young and Leia Organa was comforting him following his mother’s death.

Poe knows that feeling could not have come from Ren. The man exudes evil and wrongness when he uses the Force, and over the last few months Poe has become quite familiar with Ren’s Force presence.

Even though Poe isn’t Force Sensitive, or so Luke Skywalker told his mother when Poe was quite young, he can tell that whoever reached out to him is untrained in the force, the sensation is clumsy and juvenile even. It feels like small hands reaching out to try to hug him; unbidden Poe’s mind brings up a memory of five year old Ben hugging him at his mother’s funeral, trying to offer him comfort.

Unbidden his hands settle on his stomach, he very rarely touches it unless he’s forced to or he’s in pain there. He’s startled when there’s movement beneath his hands, he’s never felt them move before and the feeling is disconcerting . . . like there’s something pressing against both his hands. With the sensation comes the feeling of the Force again.

The abomi. . . the babies are reaching out to him through a fledgling Force Sensitivity, or that’s how it feels, trying to make him feel better. Poe doesn’t know why he’s acknowledge the lives growing within him as babies, but for the first time he feels a connection to him and suddenly he needs to escape not just for his own sanity but because he can’t allow these children to be raised to become killing machines for the First Order.

Of course knowing he needs to escape are worlds apart. Poe doesn’t know what he’s going to do and once again despair washes over it, at least he doesn’t feel so alone anymore.

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Sooooo instead of working on existing fics I decided to write a one-shot because obviously I don't have enough Poe torture in my life.

Man, I hate mpreg but this is so good. You should write Poe torture more often because it's excellent. <3

...I should clarify without being so rude/negative. This was great. I really liked how you described Poe's torment in a way I've never read before. You should really consider continuing this, or just writing more Poe in general. <3

+100 NEED THIS LIKE BURNING

No no no please not a one-shot! You can't leave us hanging there! This is so good! I can't wait to see where you take this next.

"I didn't know our mole was a Miraluka," Leia says dryly. "I wait for four years to see our savior's face, and I get this."

Ben touches the veil subconsciously. It's a double-layered black helm draped over his face, the bottom dropping past his chin in a swath of flowy fabric and the top layer, considerably thicker and more velvety, hanging just past his nose. His eyes dart around, still having difficulty taking in his surroundings. He hasn't been to Hosnian Prime in a long time. He's sure that his mother hasn't left D'Qar in a while either. The disguise was hastily put together at Obi-Wan's advice, on the off chance that one of the Order's spies caught sight of the 'long-lost' Solo son conversing nonchalantly with his mother in a bustling Hosnian cafe and reported this incident to a Knight, or even worse, Snoke. "This savior is twenty-three years old. He can make his own fashion choices," Ben snarks.

It's hard to see past the thick fabric, but he can sense the amusement rolling off of Leia, smothered by the deep love he wished he felt before. "No matter how ill-advised?"

"What, were the frills too much?" he laughs. "I happen to think black is very much my color."

"That's because black goes with everything, dear." She's humoring him, that's good. She reaches forward to lift the veil but he catches her hand. It's wrinkled and calloused, aged beyond her forty-five years by war and worry. She allows him to hold it for a bit. "I just wanted to see your face, Caedus."

"I would've requested a more private meeting place if that was what I wanted." He rubs his thumb over the back of her hand. "I'm... sorry, General Organa. But I don't think I'm ready - not yet."

Leia lowers her hand and covers his with her other hand. "I understand," she tells him. Her voice doesn't waver, but he can't remember it ever wavering; his mother was a sense of steadiness juxtaposed with his father's tendency to flee - it was clear then to little Ben which of the two was the better parent, even if both loved him equally. "However long you're willing to take, I'm willing to wait."

"Thank you." He pauses, deciding if this is a can of worms he wants to open. "Are you... still in contact with Han Solo?"

He feels nothing but nostalgia from her, mingled with exasperated affection. Ben wasn't able to pick up nuances when he was little, only seeing the outward vitriol that overwhelmed whatever positive feelings they had for each other whenever they argued. Ben wasn't what split them up, but his parents' inability to deal with their personal feelings in a non-explosive manner made it all too easy they were heading down the road toward divorce, which was finalized right before Ben was sent off to the Praxeum. "We've found... uses for his talents with your assistance. So yes. Han Solo and I are on speaking terms as of right now."

Ben wonders. It took him four years to work up the courage to ask for a meeting with General Organa, but here he was, in front of his mother again. By the looks of it, she's even forgiven him for his behavior. What were the chances he could see his father again? "I'm sure you mean talents rather loosely." After all, the only thing Ben could remember of Han was him running away. A pat on the head and an, I'll be back soon, kiddo. I just gotta cool off was nothing to his mother's embrace and assurances that yes, his father did love him.

"You can see for yourself," Leia responds easily, reading him like a datapad. I'm sure he'll be doing a run in the Outer Rim sometime soon.

"Sounds interesting," says Ben flatly. Internally, his heart hammers. The possibility of confronting - no, reconciling - with his father was more than enough to excite him. There was an odd, child-like pride about his work, the fact that he was getting the original trio - Leia Organa, Han Solo, and Luke Skywalker - back together.

(The latter's involvement was dubious, but at least he allows Ben to talk, even if he doesn't respond.)

Ben pulls his hand from hers, twisting to dig into his pockets. He slides another data chip to her, folding his hands into the sleeves of his robes. Leia pockets it discreetly, nodding in thanks and acknowledgment.

He remembers her first alarmed response when his data dump had gotten through to the Resistance. She had known it was him, immediately. It felt heartwarming to know that she had in fact paid enough attention to him as a child to recognize Caedus and the name's significance. He tries to ignore the fact that such acknowledgment had never been felt before in his life. But she's here now. And she forgives him.

They sit in silence, both unwilling to get up and leave. Their business is done - the words they meant to say aloud have been said, the information Caedus pilfered has been delivered, mother and son have finally reunited. But neither want to leave. Even if they no longer have time.

In the end, Leia is the one to rise first, taking one final sip of her lukewarm caf. Ben follows suit, shaking her offered hand with stern professionalism, overriding the intimacy with which they held hands earlier. "A pleasure seeing you again, Caedus," Leia says.

"Likewise, General," Ben responds. "Til we meet again." It's a split-second decision, he lifts the lower veil - just enough to expose his mouth to broad daylight, and enough to let her see his shadowed face from her angle beneath him. He ducks forward to kiss her cheek, memorizing the surprise on her face and her small gasp, retreating just as quickly. He doesn't look back.

The reunion he has had with his mother is certainly less heartbreaking as the one he had with Rey, plucked out of her mind, but the giddy elation racing through his entire body screeches to his halt when Hux approaches him upon his return.

A single hand reaches out to adjust his cowl, a scowl on his face as he fiddles with the fabric. "We need to talk."

He brings him down to their viewport, rigid and immediately pacing up and down the catwalk with a jittery nervousness Ben had never seen him bear before. Ben's blood runs cold. Has Hux figured it out? Does he realize what en does every time he comes down to see him? That he's just waiting for the data chip to fill up with illicit First Order secrets?

"General Needa is dead," Hux says. Not what Ben was expecting. "Which leaves me in charge." Hux stops pacing, steps into his personal space. "Kylo... This is... this is all I ever wanted. Command of the flagship of the First Order gives me far more than just a leg up on Jag, but..."

Ben doesn't know why, but he puts his hands on Hux's shoulders, squeezing gently. Hux's tension dissipates, deflating visibly under his hold. "How? ...Was it you?" Hux's quick rise to power was marked with a spattering of dead officers, and Ben suspected that more than a few deaths were attributed to Hux's machinations. Despite the meticulous, prickly persona he put on, Ben knew first hand Hux didn't mind getting blood all over his uniform, or even over his face.

How could he forget Hux scrambling around med bay helping dozens of patients, looking as though he himself was the one in need of attention with all the viscera that coated him as he glided cot to cot?

No matter how abrasive Hux could be, he'd spent sixteen hours on his feet helping the survivors of the Arbiter's crash recuperate. It was hard for Ben to forget that it was his intel that led to the ship's crash on Jakku. Hard to forget he had stood idly by while Hux has worked himself ragged to help his fellow officers, falling asleep on his own two feet when his body simply couldn't handle it anymore.

Hux wasn't afraid to get blood on his hands, regardless of whether or not he was causing split blood or preventing it.

"No," Hux says, looking away. "Would've been too obvious, I just had to wait for someone to do it for me." His hands shake as he clenches and unclenches them at his sides.

"Then what's wrong?" Hux has what he wants. Effectively becoming the Commander-in-Chief of the First Order's forces had been only a dream for Aodhan four years ago, and now such an accomplishment guaranteed the throne of the empire over his cousin. Thing was, the empire itself wasn't guaranteed. "isn't this a good thing?"

"Yes," Hux stresses. "But. But I don't think I'm ready. And don't say that dumb thing from holos about knowing that I am ready because I say that I don't feel up for it."

"I wasn't going to," lies Ben, realizing now that cliche advice doesn't always work.

Hux moves from his grip, continuing his pace. Ben fears he's going to wear down the metal with the amount of scuffing his boots does. "I thought so much about having this that I never considered the responsibility of having the position. I mean, it isn't as if I haven't been basically holding it all this time, given how much Needa screwed up and I had to fix. But this, being General is something else entirely. I have to make public appearances, people have to answer directly to me. Any screw-ups now can't be blamed on a foolish superior, because now I am the superior.

"And of course, once we win, I will become emperor as rewarded. My father will be proud. My mother will continue to not care. I don't know how Jag will react. He might kill me, he might congratulate me; we've never been close. I'm only twenty-seven and I'm getting fitted for a great coat in two hours. I don't even feel comfortable in my new stripes. If I feel strange in my clothes, then how am I supposed to be able to lead my me-"

The only thing Ben knows how to do is shut him up with a kiss. Hux's body freezes and rigidifies, almost as if he has been struck by lightning. Obi-Wan makes a scandalized gasp in Ben's head, even Anakin making a vague noise of alarm, and something seems to snap him out of his action as his lips part from Hux's and the both of them are left staring at each other with wide eyes and heaving chests.

Ben has no excuse. "You needed to shut up."

"Kylo..." Hux surges forward to kiss him again, but Ben turns his head so that he only meets the corner of his mouth. "What..."

What, indeed? Ben's head is spinning, a pain in his chest growing and spreading across his entire torso. His mind flashes quickly to Poe - Poe, his first love, first kiss, the boy who promised him they'd fly across the galaxy and be together forever. Now he remembers what he forgot to ask his mother - he had forgotten to ask if Poe knew about him, if Poe realized Ben was back. And now Ben had betrayed Poe.

Had he let Hux on? He can't think, memories of spending time with the new general clouded with the sensation of warmth on his mouth and the taste of wine on Hux's lips. So he was tipsy; maybe Ben could pass it off as a drunken memory Hux had fabricated.

But once his mind clears, it's all too easy to see who is to blame. Ben had let himself grow too close to Hux, allowed him to believe that Ben was interested. They had spent all those nights at this very viewport, watching the colors dance on Arkanis's moon as they spoke about their families and their pasts (all lies from Ben, but Hux would never know). They would sit side by side, with one night their shoulders brushing and neither deciding to move away. Later, shoulders would turn into thighs, would turn into knees, their bodies fully aligned. Ben would laugh at something Hux said, bumping shoulders like he used to with Poe. Every one of his actions, 'like he used to with Poe.' In his loneliness, he had turned Hux into a sort of Poe for himself, and now... Now he had gone and done this.

"Kylo," Hux repeats, fingers brushing Ben's temple gently, more gently than he deserves.

Ben closes his eyes as Hux leans in, trying to convince himself that he can work this to his advantage.

(OP) Awwwww, Ben's meeting with Leia was so precious. <3 And then the scene with Hux... ah, Ben, what a mess you've gotten yourself into, boyo.

Okay, so four months late with Starbucks comes this silly little fill.

Chapter 1: Never Have I Ever..

“Never have I ever…” Rey let her gaze wander over her circle of smiling, slightly tipsy friends. Her own smile grew, becoming more predatory as she toyed with the many wonderful, terrible ideas she had, and let her friend squirm. “…done it in an X-Wing,” she finished gleefully.

“Now that’s a cheap shot, Rey!” Poe yelped and reached for the bottle at the same time as Jessika and Snap did. “Me first,” he said, swatting his friends’ hands away. He brought it to his lips for a long gulp before he passed the bottle of Corellia’s finest to Testor.

Rey and Finn looked from one to the other, questions clear in their eyes.
“What?” Jessika said, smirking as she made a grand show of tilting her head back and drinking with an obscene little moan. She broke out into giggles a moment later. “Oh come on, no, we haven’t done it together.” She rolled her eyes. “All pilots do it in their ship at least once. It’s a rite of passage.”

Finn chuckled. “Sounds uncomfortable to me.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” Poe quipped. He leaned back, hands folded behind his neck. “My turn. Never have I ever,” he barely took a second to deliberate, “gotten married.” At his friends’ groans, he laughed. “Like I’m going to ask the good questions now, I’m leaving these for when you’re too drunk to…”

He trailed off, stunned into disbelieving silence just like everybody else, when Finn reached for the bottle.

They remained silent while he drank, and even after he’d put it down in the middle of their circle.

“You’re married?” Rey asked, a moment later followed by Poe’s, “you’ve been holding out on us, buddy!”

Finn’s dark face was flushed, and he looked like he was sorely regretting his honesty. Or plotting his escape. Or both.

Poe grabbed him by the back of his shirt, just in case. “Oh no, you aren’t going anywhere till you’ve told us about Mrs Finn.” A moment later realizing, “no wait, you can’t have gotten married since we met, you haven’t been on a mission without Rey or me. And I know for a fact you didn’t marry either of us.” He looked to Rey, but she looked just as puzzled, and curious, as him. “Mrs FN then.”

Which was all kinds of terrible, now that Poe thought about it, and he sorely wished he had never asked his stupid question. Force, he’s getting sick just thinking about it. With Stormtrooper conditioning being what it was, none of them had ever considered that Finn might have a family back with the First Order. Poe had never wondered how much Finn had sacrificed when he rescued him.

Forcing joviality he didn’t feel into his voice, he teased, “so, is she hot? I bet she’s hot. One of these warrior babes like the good Captain, thighs of steel…”

Busy as he was trying to make light of the subject, Poe barely noticed Finn’s face going from flushed to bloodless. It wasn’t a good look on him. “I really don’t think you should…” He looked around nervously as if the elusive Mrs could overhear all the way from the other end of the galaxy, and stammered, “that’s not… I really don’t think he’d like us to talk about his thighs…”

“He?” Rey echoed, leaning forward eagerly.

Poe gaped at him. “Is that why you kept it a secret?” he asked incredulously. “Did you think we’d have a problem with you liking men?” It seemed utterly ridiculous, yet it was the only even remotely sensible explanation for Finn keeping such an important secret from his best friends.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that!” Finn shook his head, his eyes wide in alarm. “It’s just, he…” He trailed off sheepishly and looked down at the bottle, which he still held in his lap. “He’s he. And it’s not like we meant to. It was an accident involving First Order intrigues and too much alcohol. We aren’t even properly married anymore, I mean, not married married. We just never had the chance to get it annulled because he caused a diplomatic incident when he got into a fight with Hux and vandalized the First Minister’s guest house and then we had to leave in a hurry and…”
Finn fell silent under their intense scrutiny.

“He sounds like a real prince charming,” Rey said grimly, exchanging a solemn look with Poe.

He opened his mouth, but Snap got there first, oblivious to the tension of the trio, and asked cheerfully, “come on, tell us his name. It can’t be that bad!”

“It can be.” Finn looked down at the bottle as if it had become the most interesting thing in the world. He squirmed, and looked more likely to run than ever before. His eyes flickered from one to the other. He sighed in defeat and finally whispered, “it’s Kylo Ren.”

tbc...

Next two chapters are already written, and in the next one we'll actually go to the scene of crime :D

Oh my God, this is wonderful

YESSSSSS

this is everything that i ever wanted

VEGA! IT HAPPENED IN VEGA! THE PUN!
"We just never had the chance to get it annulled because he caused a diplomatic incident when he got into a fight with Hux and vandalized the First Minister’s guest house and"
Oh, Kylo, what the hell.
I like the Team Pilots is here too.

YES.

10000000000000000+

"Your wig looks ridiculous," is the first thing Han says before grappling Ben into a giant hug. Ben struggles not to cry as he breathes in his father's familiar cologne. Last time Han had held him like this, Ben was as tall as Leia and was ten years old. Ben doesn't want to let him go, and from the looks of it, Han doesn't want to either.

All in all, a hug is an appropriate way to celebrate a job well done. The Resistance's four captured pilots are catching their breath in the lounge of the Falcon, and the First Order camp on Baros has been effectively liberated. For all intents and purposes, Hux thought Kylo Ren had gone deep undercover on Coruscant to sniff out potential First Order sponsors and Resistance sympathizers.

Ben had gone undercover, been disguised as an engineer, for two months, but he was servicing the opposite side. Double subterfuge, Obi-Wan had snorted. Although in both roles, you're still playing the First Order.

Seeing Han and Chewie and the Falcon again was something wholly unpredicted. His mother may have had a hand in it (actually, more than likely, Leia had known exactly what she was doing), ordering him to help rescue the Resistance's best pilots from a torture camp in the Outer Rim. Restricted in his participation as he was forced to hide his Force-sensitivity to keep his actions from Snoke, all Ben could do is hide out and fiddle with the locks. Lo and behold, the ship the Resistance sent was none other than the Millennium Falcon.

This is surely not how father nor son imagined their reunion to be, but it still takes them both a while to let go of each other. Ben is mesmerized by the stability of his father's flesh - Han is here, holding his shoulders with a look of unabashed pride on his face. Leia had been so visceral - anyone and everyone had seen holographs of the princess-turned-senator-turned-general that it had been a given that she would be the one leading the galaxy towards liberation. Han Solo and Luke Skywalker, on the other hand, had faded into myth. There were official records, of course, of Senator Organa's marriage and divorce from Han Solo, but with her brother's disappearance, along with the seeming disappearance of his lover Wedge years ago, Luke Skywalker was more folk hero than man.

"I couldn't afford anything better," Ben answers honestly, and laughs as he feels seven feet of Wookiee grab him from behind and hoist him into the air. Memories of piggy-back rides and surely painful climbs up fur flood him as Chewie gives him a good swing before setting him down.

"I have missed you," Ben tells him in rusty Shyriiwook. He sticks to simple sentences, but the joy that courses through him is more than simple. "Too long."

"Too long," Chewbacca crows in agreement.

The forgiveness that rolls off him in waves makes Ben's heart swell. It would take a lot longer for the galaxy to forgive the Padawan who had slaughtered his peers and run off to the First Order and the Dark Side, but he had already gotten his parents and one of his two uncles back. It makes the two-facedness almost worth it. He forgets from time to time who he really is, when face to face with the Supreme Leader, or speaking to the men on the Finalizer.

They fear and are in awe of him in equal measure, their respect given and taken in small amounts with each tantrum he throws. He keeps a calendar, the only thing that grounds him to the idea that his act is really an act, but there is so much that he wishes to accomplish and so much he hasn't been able to.

Right up until this mission, Ben hadn't a chance to really help the Resistance beyond passing on information and spending exorbitant amount of First Order funds on repairs to various pieces of technology. And his first real mission was one he had pretended to have with his father, a practiced game of traversing the Outer Rims together, smuggler, son, and Wookiee, now become a reality.

"I'm... Gods, Ben, I'm so proud of you," Han whispers. Ben thinks that he can see wetness in his father's eyes, but if he pointed it out, he's sure that Han would deny it. "I thought I lost you, son. What happened at the Praxeum, and then Luke running away, and Rey missing... I thought. I didn't think that you were the one that killed them, at first. I didn't want to believe it. We... Your mother and I had done you wrong."

"No," Ben protests, refusing to let this meeting be tainted by thoughts of what could have been. Yes, his life would have been different if Han and Leia had stayed together, hadn't been dragged down with so much work, had been able to spend time with their son and help him through his trauma and the manipulation that Snoke had driven deep into his skull. "No amount of wishing will change what has already happened. I killed my friends. I kidnapped my cousin and I left her on a remote planet to protect her from all this. And I'm atoning for my actions."

"I know. And for that, I'm proud of you. I... You know I always wanted to leave when things went bad, Ben. I couldn't when people's lives were at stake, and I stayed far more than I thought I would during the war. But then it was over, and I had nothing holding me there. No men calling me 'General,' no one depending on me - or so I thought. I had you. You needed me, and I was never there. But you're here for us, Ben. Thank you."

"Would you have worked with the Resistance if I wasn't with them too?"

Han pauses. Looks down. "No. No, I don't think so. I don't know what I would've done, but it wouldn't have been good. Your mother and I... the whole reason we started talking again was because she told me you'd come back. We're... trying again. Because you're here. It's been so long since we've all been a family, together again, but... Well, now that there's a chance... It really has been a long time coming. Too long."

"Someone else has not seen you in too long as well," Chewbacca adds, and Ben cocks his head.

"There is?," Ben says. "Mother and I -"

"No, not Leia. Someone else. You did not converse with the prisoners?"

"I did not. Should I have -" He freezes, eyes wide as he watches one of the four pilots walk down the ramp towards the three of them. It was too soon. Ben needed at least twenty years of preparation to face who was rapidly approaching him. Ten years were not enough, and he's still in that stupid wig, and now Han and Chewie are backing off to give them some space, and -

"Hi," Poe Dameron says, quiet and breathless, as dazzling as he's always been. He looks at Ben like he is the sun.

"Hello," says Ben, because he doesn't know what else to say. What can he say? Look, I know we made out a lot when we were kids ten years ago, and we weren't really together, but I've been in love with you for the longest time. Except, for the past two years, I may or may not be going steady with General Hux of the First Order, and -

"Your mother told me...," Poe doesn't finish his sentence. Ben doesn't want him to talk, doesn't want to have to think about having to say anything.

The shorter man doesn't so much as flinch when Ben kisses him; rather, he flails as he attempts to regain his balance, and Ben huffs a laugh into Poe's mouth. "Graceful," Ben murmurs once he pulls away.

He finds himself staring at the crown of Poe's head before dropping further down to his eyes. He hadn't even... Oh. That was Hux's eye-line. When had he gotten so used to staring into Hux's eyes?

"Ben?" Poe says, snapping him back to the present. "Is something wrong?" His brows furrow. "Well, I mean of course something's wrong, but -" He cuts himself off. "I'm sorry. You probably don't want to talk about that."

"No," Ben admits. "I don't want to talk about that. I want to kiss you."

"Then get to it, Solo," he responds. They only get to brush noses before a throat clears, and Han gives them a look from the interior of the Falcon.

"Canoodle all you want on board, boys, but we've got a schedule to meet and the princess is gonna kill me if she doesn't get her second-best pilot back." He steps back into the cockpit without looking back.

Ben hadn't the faintest idea how he would get back to the Finalizer, but Ben isn't sure he wants to do anything at the moment, not with Poe by his side. Poe takes his hand, and Ben marvels at the callouses as he allows himself to be pulled into the Falcon. His hand is so much rougher than Hux's, probably from years of working the controls of an X-wing, the pilot he'd always dreamt of being. The clothes of a prisoner were unbecoming of him, but Ben doesn't particularly care - this is the first time he's seen Poe in ten years, and it's all too surreal for him to take it in.

Maybe that's why his thoughts keep travelling back to Hux. About how smooth and soft Hux's skin is, about how when Poe kisses, he always chases after Ben's lips when he pulls away, while Hux is always the one who needs to breathe. How Hux was the one who had lured him into bed with wandering fingers and pliant limbs, and Poe was the one restrained to chaste, soft, gentle kisses given that three of his subordinates were in the vicinity. Two years ago, Ben had done nothing but compare Hux to Poe, molded Hux into his mind as Poe in a different form.

But by now he knew that they were two different people. Two different people he wanted just as much, and whom he loved just as much. And as Poe's hands tug off his stupid blond wig from his head, sliding the lens-less glasses off, smiling into their kiss, Ben can't help but think about Hux, his soft tongue and warm lips.

Poe didn't know about Hux. Poe didn't know that Hux was the one who held Ben when he'd bolted upwards from nightmares that he would be caught and executed for his treason, unable to atone for his past sins. And Hux didn't know about Poe. Hux didn't know that Poe was the one Ben had dreamt of marrying, was the man that Ben had originally envisioned being with for the rest of his life, so long as Poe would have him. Neither knew that they were so close to being replaced by the other. Neither knew that Ben betrayed their trust, and their love.

"I missed you," Poe whispers, affectionate and low, out of earshot from his fellow pilots. It makes Ben's heart ache, his chest swell with pain at keeping Hux from him. He wants to tell him, but he can't, because he's so damn selfish. He doesn't want to lose him. "Kriff, I missed you so much, Ben."

"I missed you too," Ben says. It's not a lie. He has, even with Hux to warm him during cold nights in the incessant darkness of space. "I thought I would never see you again."

"I'm here. I'm here." Be safe. I love you. Be safe. I love you. Be safe. I love you. Poe is here. Poe is holding him. Poe is kissing him. Poe loves him.

Hux is there. Hux is thinking about him. Hux is counting the days until he comes back. Hux loves him.

Ben is neither here nor there. He is holding Poe, and thinking about Hux. He is kissing Poe, and counting the days until he is back in Hux's arms. He loves Poe. He loves Hux. His head hurts, and this is all his fault.

(Again, something is ruined by Ben's stupid inability to center himself between his two worlds. Between the loves that anchored him. His reunion with Leia had been eclipsed by the birth of his relationship with Hux. His reunion with Han is eclipsed by the rekindling of Poe's affections. Here he is, trying to make amends, but he really can't do anything right, can he? Every time he is happy, there is something to make him sad.)

Ben barely registers the Falcon making the jump to hyperspace as he allows Poe to hold him close. He dimly hears his father explaining him that he had a stolen First Order TIE fighter stashed away on Takodana that Ben could take back to the Finalizer. He doesn't feel Poe's warmth against his body, Poe's head resting on his shoulders, nor does he hear Poe's sweet nothings about fulfilling any boyhood dreams of being each other's one and only.

Ben doesn't want to go back. Ben doesn't want to think about going back. Ben doesn't want to think anymore.

(OP) Awwww, this was so sweet and yet so heartbreaking. Poor Ben - stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Ow owwww it hurts so much *sniffles*

She can tell. Of course she can.
But, because Leia knows Poe and because she knows torture, she doesn't say anything. Not at first.
It wasn't like it was the right time anyway. He'd made it back from a mission, bloody and bruised (and oh god why hadn't he signaled for a rescue instead of bragging his way home, why did he have to be so damn- /god/), of course the first thing to do was debrief him. After that- after finding out that the plans were still potentially out there- she sent a small squad back to Jakku to investigate.
Poe didn't go. Poe wasn't allowed to go.
Sure, he argued, but he was a good soldier and he listened when his General put her foot down.
She had a feeling he knew why. He didn't say, but there was a tension in his shoulders.
She didn't want to do this.
She had to do this.
When they were finally alone, and she made sure that they were alone, that despite everything going on they got this moment, she didn't waste time.
"You don't have to talk to me. But-" He was already breaking, looking away from her, trying as hard as he could to keep up the 'I'm okay' act, Leia pushed on, "You should speak to someone."
"Ah... Ma'am." He smiled. Just barely. Eyes on the floor. "Should have included it in the official record, huh?"
"You know that's not what I mean." She's being too sharp with him. She can't help it. She should help it. "Poe." She said with a little more purpose, but a little softer all the same. "I've... experienced what the Dark Side can do." Leia cleared her throat. "Under those circumstances."
Very slowly, his eyes rise up to meet hers. She holds the look unflinchingly and carefully- so carefully because she knows that sometimes being touched again afterwards can hurt more than the /experience/ itself, Leia reaches out and puts her hand on his arm.
"You were brave." Her voice is a little stilted, because that's not what she wants to tell him. She wants to say that his father would be proud. That /she's/ proud. She wants him to know that someone loves him, that someone will no matter what the First Order has done, no matter if he'd caved after five seconds or stayed quiet after five hundred years.
Nobody did that for her, but she wants to do it now not because of that but because it was true.
But-
But Leia knows that her love just twists and corrupts. She thinks of her dear, precious, broken boy and wonders how on earth he could have done this to someone, to someone that she loves?
/Easy answer, Princess/ (she's always a Princess in her head when she's angry with herself). /Because of you/.
So she doesn't tell Poe what she should.
"Talk to someone." Leia says instead, lips pressed tight together and just barely smiling. "Please."

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a comfort ending to this one! Back safe at the Resistance, doing ok. Please. PLEASE. You can't just leave us hanging here!

oh my GOSH, Finn, honey ;_; hahaha I love this

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