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This is so deliciously dirty and evil. You captured Hux so well!

This drinking game among the good-guys is an amazing framing device and really sets up your tone well. I am eager to see how this pans out.

Noooo..this is so good and hope it's really not just a one-shot!

Poor suffering Poe! His growing despair and trauma are described so wonderfully here. But I love the twist at the end where the Force baby trying to soothe him. (Hope they will not grow twisted among the First Order. If Poe can escape they'll have the chance to play with BB-8 and growing up beside Uncle Finn, Auntie Rey and Grandma Leia. But..I'm still curious of what would become of Poe if he's stuck there for a longer time, bearing Kylo more children)

Anyway, thanks for writing this. Not the op, but this is one of my wishlist among kind of prompts that I've always hoped to be filled.

Rape/non-con mentions to come in part 2

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Leia is sleeping when she feels the Force call. It’s really little more than a brush of the Force against her own connection, like a small hand reaching to grasp her own and not quite managing. Somehow it feels almost familiar and is quickly accompanied by a second similar attempt at contact.

The sensation is strong enough to wake her up with a gasp. She’s left with the sense that someone is trying to contact her but they’re just too far away or not strong enough to do so.

She’s already getting out of bed when C-3PO hurries into the room without knocking. “Princess there is an urgent message to you from Master Luke; Lieutenant Connix insists that it cannot wait.”

Already out of her bed, Leia grabs a dressing robe and slips on the pair of shoes she keeps by her bed for emergencies just like this. “Threepio go and wake Finn, I think he’ll need to be here for this.”

“Yes Princess.” C-3PO says as he exits the room after Leia, turning in the opposite direction to the room that Finn shares with BB-8 a room that had once belonged to Commander Poe Dameron.

Finn came to the Resistance along with Rey, two remarkable young people who had faced unimaginable odds to bring not only BB-8 back but also what they would later find to be just one fragment of a map that led to Leia’s brother. The map had been given to BB-8 by Poe prior to the man’s capture by the First Order. While the Resistance has gained much when Finn and Rey joined them, it doesn’t replace what they lost in order to achieve that gain.

Even six months later Leia still mourns Poe as much as she did the day that Finn told her the story of his last moment; the capture on Jakku, the torture, Finn helping Poe escape and then finally crashing on to Jakku. Poe deserved so much better than the end he had met, at least he could rest happy in the knowledge that he his mission had ended successfully.

Now they not only had a new Jedi in training at their side but someone who could tell them all about the First Order, someone who also had working knowledge of Starkiller Base, the First Order’s super weapon.

Leia still has to write her letter to Kes Dameron, she almost can’t bear to, remembering the conversation she’d had so many years ago with Shara Bey, Poe’s beautiful mother, about the same topic. Every time she starts to write the letter of condolences something holds her back. She’s determined to send it after they have dealt with Starkiller Base.

They’ve finally finished planning their attack on the base; it’s taken the better part of the last six months. Captain Temmin Wexley’s reconnaissance information on Starkiller as well as Finn’s first hand experience on the base has been invaluable in constructing a battle plan to take down the super weapon. Their plan would be put into action five days from now.

Pushing that thought out of her mind for the moment, Leia sweeps into the Command center, nodding a brief greeting to Lieutenant Connix. “Luke, I take it you felt it to?” She asks her brother as she steps up to the comms screen.

Luke nods his face grave. “Yes, two bright spots of the Force reaching out to me. Rey felt it as well though she to her it felt like the smallest brush of the Force. If you felt it as strongly as I did Leia, then it’s possible that we were the intended targets. Someone is trying to reach us and get our attention.

Rey looks over at Luke startled but she says nothing. Leia can tell that the two of them are currently sitting in the Millennium Falcon. The Falcon is the only means of communication that Leia has to her husband and brother; Luke hadn’t wanted to be found and thus had not brought any means of communication with him. If he had maybe the last few years would have gone much better . . . maybe Poe would even be still alive.

No. She can’t focus on what ifs, especially not with how far they’ve come these last few months. She won’t cheapen Poe’s sacrifice like that.

Instead she turns her attention back to the comm screen; she can hear Chewbacca and Han arguing in the background, though they’re far enough away that she can’t hear what Han is bellyaching about. It’s probably something inane knowing him.

“Do you know what it was or where it came from?” Luke is stronger in the Force than Leia, mostly due to his training, and while she can get a general sense of the direction the Force call came from she can’t determine exactly where. She is sure that even from Ahch-To that Luke will have already tried to pinpoint the location of the call.

Luke and Rey exchange a look just as Finn hurries into the Command center looking alert despite the sudden wake-up call. “We believe it came from somewhere around the location of Starkiller Base, possibly from the base itself.”

“There’s nothing on Starkiller Base that should reach out to you right? No one there but Kylo Ren should have the Force.” Finn says, looking between Leia, Luke and Rey desperately.

Leia lays her hand on his arm to calm him. They haven’t yet told Finn that he may be mildly Force sensitive but now is not the time. “Some Force users such as Luke, Rey and myself awaken late in life. . .”

“But that’s not what you think this is.” Finn finishes for her, ever the perceptive individual.

It’s Luke who answers him. “No it’s not. Whoever tried to reach out to us is not only untrained but very, very young . . . the only other time I’ve felt such a light brush of the Force was fro-”

“It was from Ben.” Leia doesn’t feel bad for interrupting her brother, his words feeling like a bucket of ice being dropped on her because she knows suddenly. “We knew he would be strong with the Force from before birth. If I was feeling something too strongly, especially sadness or pain, I could feel him using the Force to comfort me. It didn’t start until I was about six months pregnant, when Ben could have survived outside the womb.”

It’s a good thing the Command center is empty other then Leia, Finn, C-3PO and Connix or else Leia’s confession may bring up too many questions. Of those gathered Lieutenant Connix is the only one who had no previous information about Ben Organa-Solo.

Finn’s breath stutters out as he turns to look at Leia with wide eyes. “Does that mean that someone on Starkiller Base is pregnant? Somewhere on that death machine there is someone who is carrying a baby that is strong with the Force?” There’s so much disbelief in his voice as he speaks.

If only if it were that easy. “It’s not just one child, there were two signatures even though they were so similar; it’s far more likely that it’s twins.” Leia tells him with certainty. “What is the First Order trying to accomplish with this. . .”

Luke clears his throat to get everyone’s attention. “There’s a chance that Ben is the father Leia, I don’t know much about the First Order but I’m sure they don’t have very many Force users at their disposal. It may be that Snoke is trying to build a new generation of dark Force users.”

Leia knows this and she’s not sure how to feel; if it’s true and she could have potential grandchildren then she knows they have to find and liberate whoever it is that’s bearing the children. Even if they’re not Ben’s they still deserve a chance to live and grow away from the evil that is the First Order. It looks like they’re going to have to amend their plans for the destruction of Starkiller Base to include a rescue. She won’t deny that she was already hoping to get in contact with Ben to encourage him to come back to the Light.

“How soon can you be here Luke? Our attack against Starkiller Base is set for five days from now and we’re going to need both you and Rey.”

Han suddenly appears between Luke and Rey. “We’re already preparing for the trip Leia. We’ll be there in three days; count on it.” Leia doesn’t point out that Han’s guarantees usually end up badly, she’ll just have to trust that the Force is with them.

Three days, it will give them enough time to amend the plan to include a rescue. “I’ll look for you in the skies. Don’t be late.” There’s so much more she wants to say but she knows they can’t keep the channel open. “May the Force be with you all.”

Once the communication shuts down, Leia turns to Finn. “I’m going to need you to tell me where the living quarters are. We don’t have a map for the inside of the base so we’re going to have to rely on you for this. We’ll have to include Luke and Rey with the ground grew that takes out the shields, there’s no other way that we’re going to be able to find whoever is carrying those babies.”

“I’ll do everything I can General.” Finn says with a nod.

Satisfied, Leia tells Connix to call all the command personnel involved in the Starkiller base mission. She’s forthright when she tells them why they’ve been called, not wishing for anyone to go in blind. There is some measure of disbelief by those gathered but they all agree that they can’t leave children in the hands of the First Order, not after learning everything Finn had to tell them about the Stormtrooper training program.

Six days later they launch their attack. Luke, Han, Rey and Finn are on the ground while Captain’s Karé Kun and Iolo Arana, two of Poe’s closest friends, are leading the aerial assault. Leia can only hope that the Force is with them all and they succeed in both their missions.

Sooo I wasn't originally going to write a sequel to this but I'm just so cruel to Poe that I wanted to give him a little bit of a happy ending. Part 2 should be up soon.

Bless you for this!!!

AO3 Fill link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6777484

...Not sure if this exactly fits the prompt, but hopefully most of the elements are there...

"Hopefully, this will take your mind off of things," Obi-Wan tells him as he leads him up the steps of Luke's island on Ahch-To. Mentioning the fact that he had things to take his mind off of was not the right way of going about making him forget, but he appreciated the effort. He allows himself to focus instead on the ache of his legs at the numerous steps he's being forced to climb, and tries to think of a plausible way to hide this from the Supreme Leader.

As far as the First Order and the rest of the galaxy knew, Kylo Ren was still on his desperate search for the missing piece of the map to Skywalker. Word had it that the remainder of the map was in fact on Jakku, but Luke had disclosed his location privately to Ben merely a few weeks ago, with the added explanation that he was ready to meet and speak to Ben face to face.

It has been five years since Ben last saw Han Solo or Poe Dameron, seven since he last saw Leia Organa, and a scant three months since he had last seen Aodhan Hux. Luke? It had taken Ben fifteen years to see his former master again. He had no doubt that Luke had forsaken him as an apprentice, and chose instead to regard Anakin and Obi-Wan as his masters. They had taught him far more than Luke did, but that doesn't mean Ben appreciates his teachings any less.

Ben has been working for the Resistance for the past twelve years, but not a single day in those dozen years has Luke Skywalker bothered to give him any acknowledgment. When Ben requests to speak, Luke leaves the channel open for Ben to talk, but there isn't any indication that he is listening nor that he wants to respond.

Far be it from Ben to question why Luke wanted now, finally to speak, but he was undoubtedly confused. Growing up, Luke had always been there, and Ben recalls taking refuge in Luke's hut whenever his parents' fighting grew too much for a small child to handle. It was through Luke's omnipresence that Ben had been allowed to regard Rey as the little sister he'd always wanted in the first place.

But that wasn't to say their relationship was rocky. Luke had begun his career as an uncle being the favorite, one who visited the infant Ben rarely but readily captured his attention every time he did, much to Chewbacca's endless dismay. As Ben grew older, he'd become the protector, the confidant, stepping in whenever Han and Leia refused to make up and demanded that they did, if only for the sake of their child. Luke became a mentor figure in earnest once Ben began his training at the Jedi Praxeum, but had become resented after his inability to appease Ben's piqued interest about his grandfather, and his failures at repressing Snoke's influence.

Ben's resentment only grew after the Massacre, where Luke had fled as his pupils were slaughtered by the fledgling Knights of Ren, even leaving his own daughter behind. Anakin had only reverted Ben's anger so much by revealing that the original plan was for Mara Jade to take Rey, as Luke believed he would be the foremost target, but it was that plan that resulted in Ben leaving Rey on Jakku alone. Only when Ben had wanted forgiveness for himself had he allowed himself to forgive Luke.

And thus, steady correspondence happened. Although Anakin had gotten them to speak first, Luke remained withdrawn and reticent, not even giving off pings of acknowledgment or agreement any time Ben spoke. Twelve years later, Luke asked for an audience.

Well, it was more like demanded than asked, given that he had announced suddenly and rather startlingly his location and the time at which he wanted to meet.

Who was Ben to say no? Luke was the remaining member of the Galactic Triumivrate that he had yet to reunite with. Glad that he reconciled with his parents (and they with each other) and tormented by his continued affection with both Poe and Hux, Ben found that seeing Luke again was a welcome, if painful, respite.

It takes him far too long to make it up the stone steps, but he had given himself two hours in advance for him to make his way up. Luke must've sensed the stolen ship when it entered the planet's atmosphere, but Ben didn't care. He'd gotten to the top of the island on time.

His mouth runs dry when he sees his uncle again. He'd remembered him as being rather fastidious with his appearance and fashion forward, but the Luke Skywalker that stood before him now was old, scraggly, and haggard. His beard was the biggest shock to Ben, used to the memory of his uncle's cleanly-shaven youthfulness, and the black suit he had worn throughout Ben's childhood, now replaced with large Jedi robes barely harkening back to the Praxeum and its dress code.

He feels as though he should say something first, but he doesn't. They stand there in silence, staring at each other, both unwilling to be the one who relents first. Ben suspects they will be there all day, until Obi-Wan appears and looks between the two, giving a resigned sigh.

"You two are not going to waste a perfectly productive day doing nothing but looking at each other."

"Uncle," Ben begins to say, but Luke holds his hand up.

He shakes his head. "No, Ben. Let me go first." He inhales sharply. "Let me begin by saying that I still do not trust you. But I am sorry for the events that brought us to this place. Your parents entrusted you to me when you were a child, begging me to help you to contain your power. What none of us had realized was that it was not your skill with the Force that we ought to fear, but the voice that spoke to you inside your head and continued to mislead you throughout your entire childhood.

"I should have seen him, Ben. I failed you. That does not change the fact that you took my daughter from me and hid her from the world. I have no doubt your search for redemption has brought you as much valor and as much turmoil as the redemption of my father had brought him, but Snoke is also capable of playing an equally long game. He spent the first fifteen years of your life molding you to be his perfect soldier, the leader of his Knights.

"Perhaps he spent the next fifteen pretending as though he was unable to pick through your head."

It was a possibility that Ben considered, had entertained. He had no backup plan in the event that it was true, but Snoke would have surely worked equally to subvert his subterfuge, probably through the avenue of newly-made liaison Hux. But no matter how fabricated Aodhan could be, especially given his ready hamminess for his speeches, even Hux could not be such a good actor. Ben had presumed his secret was safe for the moment. Still, he could not fault Luke for being prudent.

"The reason I called you here, revealing my own location and leaving myself vulnerable to the First Order is because even despite my mistrust, I feel as though you are capable and deserving of forgiveness. I came here searching for the first Jedi Temple, hoping that the eminence of the Force would be enough for me to fully utilize in order to find Rey. This very island is where that Temple once stood, thousands upon thousands of years ago." Luke gestures to the collection of stones behind him, impressions of columns and stone floors, if Ben squinted and tilted his head far enough.

"I wanted you to see what the Jedi Order was built upon. The foundations of our learnings," Luke continues. "We teach ourselves not to be overrun by passion, emotion, that attachments and desperation make us weak. As you and I both know, I don't wholly agree with that. Attachments, when healthy, are what make us strong. Desperation, when well-placed, make us strive to be better. Emotion, beyond giving us individuality and depth, is the ichor that runs through our veins, the ichor that gives us the capability to be good.

"Passion, like desperation, is out motivator. It gives us a want, and the great goal of one's own existence is to satisfy their wants. It took me many years of soul-searching to realize, but I have found my passion. My passion is family, it is love, and, above all else, it is forgiveness."

Ben is startled as Luke moves toward him, footsteps quiet and gliding. He's not sure what to expect, but the hug that he's pulled into has him pressing his face into the crook of his uncle's neck. He's not sure what he expected - probably a punch in the face - but he isn't disagreeing with this line of action. He hugs Luke back, struggling not to cry into the tan fabric.

"I thought," Ben whispers, pulling away to look at his uncle's red eyes, "I thought you hated me. You never spoke back to me once, so I just... I assumed you wanted nothing to do with me - with any of us, and all of that was my fault."

"Oh, Ben," Luke says, reaching up to cup Ben's cheek, "I could never hate you. You are my nephew, like a son to me. I could never." He wipes a stray tear. "Well, I suppose it's your turn to say something."

"Oh, I could never come up with such a grand speech," laughs Ben, trying to rid the atmosphere of its unbearable weight. He's rewarded by a slight smile from Luke. He catches traces of tenderness, of a broken healing heart as he skims his uncle's mind. A far cry from the freezing topography when Ben had contacted him twelve years ago. "Thank you, though. Thank you so much for forgiving me.

"I guess out of everyone else, I wanted you to forgive me the most. Even if I hated you at first, for abandoning Rey. But everything was my fault. I tore down everything that you built - the New Jedi Order, your family, your whole life. I allowed myself to be mislead into thinking that there were things that I could accomplish on my own, and that my family was holding me back from completing my quest.

"It was... it started when I was twelve. Poe's parents died, and I just... I saw what happened to him because of it, and I wanted to stop it - death. I remember the stories you told me of Darth Plagueis, of how he had the power I so desperately craved, and Snoke told me that he could help me find it within myself. You certainly wouldn't have taught me something created by the Sith, but Snoke had no such predilections.

"I should have known something was wrong when he demanded that I dig up my grandfather's helmet and his ashes, and then when he forced me to murder the Padawans, but I... I was young and stupid and I thought he was right because at the time, he was the only one on my side. When I saw what I had done was wrong, I thought it was too late, until grandfather came to me. He offered me a second chance, and I leapt at it.

"Everything I did, everything I am doing and will go on to do, I'm doing it both because I want to be better, and because I want to be forgiven. I know that everything I've done has torn down everything you built, but now I'm working as hard as I can to build it back up. So it means a lot to me that you invited me here, that you told me where you were and that you forgave me."

Luke shakes his head. "I would have forgiven you no matter what you did, Ben. I knew there was still Light in you. I was simply so angry for so long that I refused to believe it."

Ben cautiously decides to broach the topic: "About Rey..." Luke instantly perks up. "I've been struggling to tell you, but, seeing as she's in good hands, I thought you should know."

"She's alive?" Luke breathes. Ben knows that Luke had been looking for her, but, judging by her continued presence on Jakku, he had been wholly unsuccessful. Unsurprising, given Ben had sealed her away from the Force to protect her. Consequently, the only reason Ben had been able to find and read her was because he knew exactly where she was. And, given his visit, he knew where she lived, too. "Rey's all right?"

Ben winces. "She's... taking after you and grandfather. In the respect of her living on a sand planet and performing labor?" At Luke's wide-eyed look, Ben quickly explains himself. "She's on Jakku. She's working for Unkar Plutt as a scavenger, but really, I don't think she's going to have any problems since there's a lot of junk on Jakku that she can get for goods and other such things, and honestly, she's way more competent at it than I was when I visited her last. But that was, like, a decade ago, so I'm sure she's even more accomplished."

"She's alive," Luke repeats, his hands squeezing Ben's shoulders.

"Yes," Ben says quietly, "she's alive. Rey's alive, and she's okay."

A thousand emotions emanate from his uncle - relief, forlorn sadness, regret, happiness, all of them swirling in a vortext inside of Luke's mind. Ben's hand twitches in sympathy. If only Luke had known earlier, maybe he would've jumped back into the fray. With his involvement, the war would be that much closer to being over, and while Ben felt joy at th prospect of being able to return home, he wasn't looking forward to confronting the matters of his own heart.

But this wasn't about him. This is about Luke, about how he finally learned that his daughter was alive, and although her Force-sensitivity was being suppressed, she was still alive, which is a thousand times better than dead.

Ben flinches as Luke suddenly looks up at him, eyes fierce. "Stay," Luke says forcefully, but not unkindly. "Stay, and tell me everything."

Thank you for all your sweet wonderful reviews you had me blushing and giggling like mad!

Now here we get to what *did* happen on Vega. The main reason why it took me four months to fill this is that I couldn't figure out how to work around Finn being unlikely to know the face under the mask. So I finally decided he won't know right away who this guy in his bed is. Thus, poor Finn is going to go through at least three stages of horror. Oh joy.

Chapter 2: Good Morning Sunshine

FN-2187 awoke to annoying rays of sunlight shining right into his eyes. He squeezed them tightly shut, rolled onto his other side and hid his face in the pillow with a whine. As he hugged the pillow, he became aware that it was just as pleasantly soft as his head was unpleasantly… pounding?

He groaned again. It felt like tiny little men were hammering against the inside of his skull. 87 hadn’t often been drunk, alcohol was banned in the training centers and punishments harsh, but he knew just enough about hangovers to recognize one when he had it.

Reluctant to face the bright daylight which might make his hangover worse, 87 tried to piece together how he had ended up passed out on some ridiculously soft and comfortable bed, and stark naked, too.

He was going to be in so much trouble. This was it. If Captain Phasma heard of this it would be reconditioning for him, no doubt about it.

He knew he was on Vega, having been chosen with another few outstanding cadets to join the troops accompanying General Hux and Kylo Ren on a diplomatic visit. Rumor said they were here for important, secret negotiations, but 87 knew his job. It was to stand in front of the door, hold his blaster, and ask no questions.

87 shifted a bit. His toes brushed against smooth skin… another foot?

Definitely not his.

He opened his eyes quickly, to the sight of someone else’s back. Finn’s eyes went very wide. Oh kriff. Kriff kriff kriff kriff kriff…

There was a naked man in his bed. 87 wanted to leap out of the bed and scream his head off, but even more than that he didn’t want to face his bedmate.
The man made a snuffing sound, like stifled laughter, and Finn’s heart skipped a beat, but he remained still and quiet.

He tried to go about it like you would with a training simulation. Gather information, analyze them, draw your deductions and most of all, no manly screaming.

His bedmate was male. He had wide shoulders and muscular arms, which told 87 absolutely nothing; all Stormtroopers had chiseled bodies though this one would have stood out in hand-to-hand training. He was white, the pallid color white people got when they spent all their time on spaceships. That still didn’t narrow it down much. Then of course there was the mop of tousled black hair, which definitely wasn’t regulation-length. Maybe a pilot or officer? They got away with more than troopers.

All he knew was that he had to be First Order, for 87’s vague memories of last night included a party of the First Order delegation, and somehow the troopers had been invited to drink? 87’s forehead crinkled as he tried to make sense of why, or who he had shared a drink with; all he saw were blurry flashes of a pale hand offering a bottle to him … a deep masculine voice telling him to drink … a calloused hand cradling his, the sensation of something being slipped around his finger … lips on his lips, then these lips around his hard cock and a hot wet tongue…

It took all of his self-control not to squirm as his body enthusiastically relived what his mind did not recall.

One way or the other, FN-2187 was utterly screwed.

His belly felt tight with anxiety. He knew exactly who would be getting disciplined over this, and it wouldn’t be the officer who already got away with long hair.

His best and only chance was to sneak out unseen, and hope the officer recalled no more than he did.

And so began Operation: Stealthy Retreat.

Finn turned at a snail’s pace, onto his back, onto his other side. A hand slid out to the edge of the bed, then a leg, toes brushing the cool floor…

“You’re not planning to leave without saying good morning, were you?”
87 twisted around, sheer horror bright on his face.

So much for stealth. How had he ever passed stealth training? The training results were a lie!

One thing was for sure, the man in 87’s bed was gorgeous. He had a chiseled chest and as he turned onto his back the sheets had slipped down far enough to reveal abs to die for – 87 could see why his drunken self would have thought him worth the punishment. Only when he met the man’s dark eyes, there was something very disquieting about them.

87 felt a shiver run down his spine. His bedmate wasn’t just studying him, he was looking at 87 like you would inspect a lab rat in chemical weapons class, or like he was looking right through his skull to read his innermost thoughts. It was creepy.

Did drunk him have a secret creep kink?

The man let his gaze drop to Finn’s lips, his chest. “Turn around. No, completely. Let me look at you.”

While his voice was soft, gentle almost, he spoke with the authority and entitlement of someone used to issuing orders. Definitely an officer. Good Stormtrooper that he was, 87 obeyed.

He sat properly on the bed, facing the man, though he tried to arrange his legs so as to keep his groin hidden. Heat rushed through 87, and he told himself it was all humiliation, not the thrill of the man’s obvious interest. He recalled just enough to know that the soreness he felt with every movement had been well worth it. He recalled laying face down on this bed, a body heavier and taller than his own driving him into the mattress with every powerful thrust until strong hands gripped him and hauled him to his knees.

87 was certain he’d called out a name last night, but every time he tried to remember it slipped through his metaphorical fingers.

“At least he chose well.”

87 felt like running all over again, but it was far too late for that now.

“So you remember what happened?” he asked tentatively.

The man frowned. “You don’t?”

He averted his eyes, wondering if the truth would anger his nameless lover. Something told 87 the man would know a lie, and it would only make everything worse. “Not very much.” He gulped audibly. “I don’t remember your name.”

There was a long silence, in which 87 fervently wished he had the courage to look at the man. Instead he kept looking at the telltale stains on the bedsheets. They’d been busy last night.

“Of course you don’t. I concluded as much.” Another silence, another sigh. Irritable now. “You came to my bed willingly, though you were intoxicated.” After a moment’s pause, he amended, “so was I. I wouldn’t have married you if I’d been sober.”

For the second time this morning, FN-2187 felt the world tilt under his feet.

“You did what?!”

tbc...

aka Kylo sucks at being a good messenger of bad news, but succeeds at showing his interest in hunky new husband in vaguely creepy ways. #lifegoals

(OP) Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Awww, poor Luke. Poor Ben. I'm so happy to see them try to make amends. (And bonus "done with both your shit" Obi-Wan! Yay!)

Oh wow, the way Kylo told Finn that they got married

OP here! I had no idea this would actually get filled but thank you so much! I'm so excited.

Ditto! Bless you bless you I can't wait to see the rest of this! Fantastic work!

I love this so much, cannot wait for more.

Loving this update. I can't wait to hear the reasoning behind why they has to get married. It sounds like Hux or Smoke required it of Ren for some reason? Poor Finn forever at the whims of these superior officers.

Oh wow this is amazing! Really loving it so far.

I'm glad I found this, Finnlo needs all the more fanfics.

I continue to live in hope about this fill, author - I just read it again and still absolutely love it. Thank you so much for what you've done here! <3

"You're sure about this?" Hux's lips rest gently on the back of Ben's neck, arms nestled comfortably around his waist. Their embrace is warm, loving, but they're approaching their destination soon. He doesn't want to leave, but he'll have to. "The map's on Jakku?"

Ben shifts, turning so he can rest his head on Hux's shoulder. Over it, he can see the pedestal his helmet sits upon, washed in white light. He tries to ignore the helmet beside it, almost as if avoiding his grandfather's own gaze. When Rey had come of age, Anakin left her to return to Ben and more pressing matters - the rise of the First Order and its first super-weapon. Ben still quakes when he thinks about it. "Vaelo Ren tells me it's so."

"So then it must be true," Hux says. Ben can't pick up any traces of sarcasm, but he also can't find sincerity in his words. It troubles him - it means Hux is hiding from him, and that someone taught him how. One would think that after seven years, one's partner would only be more open and accessible. Hux had been the complete opposite, hardening with the momentum of his rule. Hux takes a step back, his touch on Ben's shoulders light. "Well, then. I wish you good luck, Lord Ren."

(He doesn't call you Kylo anymore, Anakin notes, and Ben feels the distinct prick of agreement from Obi-Wan. That's... worrisome.)

Ben could argue everything about this was worrisome. Now that his Knights had pinpointed the remainder of Luke's map, Kylo Ren was obligated to retrieve it. It was his duty as the Supreme Leader's faithful Hound. But how was Ben Solo to retrieve it and preserve both the appearance and truth of his allegiances intact? He knew Luke should've taken his advice and taken the fragment back.

(You knew going into this that it wasn't going to be easy, reminds Obi-Wan. Hold your ground, and you'll figure something out.)

It occurs to him that perhaps it was too late to start formulating a plan while he was in the cockpit of his command shuttle, the fire pits of the small village where Lor San Tekka dwelt guiding his way. The minds nearby are blearily empty, with flares of free thought he can only assume are attributed to Captain Phasma.

Ben has never looked forward to spilling blood, civilian or Stormtrooper. Bright blinks of awareness shine up at him as he lowers the ship onto the ground, pressing the command to open the doors with a heavy hand. His hands reach up to his cowl, adjusting it so that the hood fans around his head.

It'll billow around him as the jets of the ship cool down, framing the helm in shadow. He got rather lucky with his height, imposing and frighteningly tall. He even surpasses his grandfather. His muscle mass, carefully curated, has also added to his intimidation factor. Ben and Obi-Wan had spent the ten years maximizing Kylo Ren's fear-mongering, but that didn't mean that Ben was still comfortable with it.

Ben forces himself to ignore the fading lights of dying villagers and First Order troops alike. He flips the vocoder on, schooling his breather to give light impressions of Darth Vader's iconic wheeze. He doesn't look out of his heavily truncated periphery to watch the townsfolk be rounded up like nerfs.

Ben puffs up his chest, squaring his shoulders. Lor San Tekka glares up at him. Defiance, outrage - he doesn't know. His ignorance only serves to make Ben's act more convincing. Kylo Ren tilts his head up imperiously. "Look how old you've become."

"Something far worse has happened to you," San Tekka snarls. Hatred, disgust, betrayal roll off him in waves. San Tekka's eyes graze him from top to bottom. Something else swirls within him, drowning out old patches of sense. He feels pity.

"You know what I've come for." Kylo Ren stretches his mind across the village, coating the people lightly enough to probe without notice. Everyone but Lor San Tekka is confused. They know nothing - they are expendable.

San Tekka bristles. "I know where you come from. Before you called yourself Kylo Ren."

Ben only calls himself Kylo Ren at times like these, where he must be the terrifying revenant of the First Order. Born out of the ghosts of the Sith Empire, Scion of Revan, Hound of Supreme Leader Snoke, and Avatar of the Dark Side - that is who Kylo Ren is meant to be.

(Hux had joked that he would keep all these titles upon his Ascension - with the addendum of Emperor's Consort. Ben had shuddered at how pleased the thought made him feel.)

Otherwise, however, he still calls himself Ben. Ben Organa-Solo, the heir of Skywalker, the proud son of Han Solo and Leia Organa, Padawan of Luke and Anakin Skywalker, a boy seeking redemption. What Lor San Tekka thinks isn't true. Ben is still Ben - Kylo briefly, sparingly, but still always, eternally Ben.

San Tekka will never find out. "The map to Skywalker. We know you've found it, and now you're going to give it to the First Order."

"The First Order rose from the Dark Side... you did not."

Pfassking hells, old man. Make this easy. "I will show you the Dark Side." It's a line his grandfather would've used. He notes a few witnesses shrinking. They do not want to be shown the dark side. Ben would rather not carry out his threat, but Lor San Tekka will not back down.

"You may try, but you cannot deny the truth that is your family." Rejection balances firmly in the old man's eyes. I reject your judgment, he seems to say knowing what will be coming. You will not find anything.

(You're impatient, Anakin commands, the ever-present acting coach. He won't talk, you know this. What do you do?)

Kylo Ren's lip curls into a snarl, despite being hidden away. Ben finds that making the expressions allows him to slip into the emotions easily. He unclips the hilt of his saber from his hip and raises it above his head in one swift move. He ignites it, the sparks unlooped by the saber singe his back and cloak, impressing coils of angered smoke rolling off of him. He sees the flinches, hears the gasps. He stares into and memorizes the hint of fear in Lor San Tekka's eyes.

"You're so right."

Kylo Ren brings the saber down, squashing Ben Organa-Solo's horrified cry. What has to be done must be done. The body hits the ground heavily. Dead.

A sharp shout alerts Kylo Ren to his right. Poe Dameron charges at him, but his finger is off the trigger of his blaster. How had Ben not noticed him - furthermore, what is Poe doing? - Oh no.

He doesn't want to hurt me.

Ben swings Poe's arms out with the Force, making him fire a bolt. He raises his hand, catching the plasma in mid-air. He freezes Poe, who looks horrified by his forced action. Ben can only hope that this horror will be misconstrued as being out of alarm at Kylo's ability.

Before Ben can drag Poe forward, another heart-stopping display of Kylo Ren's power, two Stormtroopers surge toward him and yank Poe forward. They pat him down quickly but roughly and shove him on his knees before Kylo.

Ben stoops down to look at him. Poe's careful not to meet his gaze, at least until Kylo Ren gets up into his face. His visage is lined with a sheen of sweat. He peers up at Kylo almost sheepishly. "So who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?"

Ben almost laughs, but Kylo comes crashing down on him like a hydraulic door. "The old man gave it to you."

"It's just very hard to understand you with all the..." Poe makes a gesture around his face; Ben's heart seizes up when he realizes they haven't bound his hands, but Anakin quells his concerns with a wave of peace and reassurance.

"Search him," Kylo commands. He tries not to wince as the Stormtroopers roughly grope Poe.

"...apparatus," Poe finishes. His hands are held pinned behind his back after the search. He looks vaguely disgruntled, but Ben supposes it's better than outright relief. Besides, Poe isn't stupid. He wouldn't blow Ben's cover like that.

The Stormtrooper reports that he's found nothing. "Put him on board," Kylo commands. Poe cranes his head to look back at Kylo as he's led up the ramp of the troopers' shuttle. Kylo doesn't look back at him, focusing intently on his boots. He catches a brief insight into Poe's loud thoughts. Kriff, Kylo's scary. If I didn't know any better... Ben quickly shuts down this light of thought. Poe's not supposed to know any better.

A glint of the firelight on chrome armor catches Kylo's eye as Phasma approaches him. They've never communicated much outside of work, but there's a mutual respect there. She's a capable and dependable leader with a tight grip on her men. He, as far as she knows, is an overgrown man-child whose space magicks just might be worth all the trouble that he's caused. Plus, as far as she knows, he's never done the Order any wrong, aside from an endless repair bill. "Sir," Phasma says. "the villagers."

(What has to be done must be done, Anakin reminds him. I'm sorry, son... but you know what to do.)

Ben looks at the villagers, staring at him with wide, pleading eyes. A little Rodian child weeps, held close by a human woman. There are children in the crowd. Innocent beings, like the ones he'd slewn at the Jedi Praxeum. He hates having to kill the children the most.

Ben inhales. Kylo exhales. "Kill them all."

He turns swiftly on his heel. He feels Poe's panic, making him hyperventilate when combined with his own and forcing him to turn off the auditory output on his helmet. As Phasma yells, "Fire!" he feels dozens of lives flickering out of existence. He turns off the auditory input too, unable to bear hearing the screams. Just as he's about to take a step, a brief, muted cry of defiance halts him in his place. He turns slowly, meeting visors with a frozen, bloody Stormtrooper. He hadn't shot Ben realizes, feeling the coolness of the trooper's blaster. Ben traces over the Stormtrooper's mind lightly, gleaming his designation. FN-2187. He stores the information for later.

(OP) Oh man oh man oh man oh man, everything's coming to a head, isn't it? And oh man it's not going to be good for Ben, I'm thinking. D: I can't waaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiit.

(Just, please - keep Han alive? Please?)

haha, no promises ;))

"I trust your mission was a success?" Hux asks him, stopping in the threshold of Ben's quarters. The door closes behind him with a wearied exhale.

"Obviously," Ben responds, his speech muffled by the removal of his helmet. Hux doesn't approach him. Ben has learned that Hux likes to be approached. He likes the game of cat and mouse. But recently, he's been less than enthusiastic. More rigid, less pliant. "Why? Did you doubt me, General?"

Hux inhales sharply, always aroused when Kylo mentions his title. Even after seven years, he relishes it, the perch he lords over his cousin. ("Jagged is still merely a colonel," crowed Hux triumphantly. Ben felt bad for Jagged Fel, whoever and wherever he was). As Ben sidles before him, Hux puts his hands lightly on Ben's waist. "Of course not. I was just... concerned."

"How sweet," says Ben coquettishly. He lays his cheek on Hux's shoulder, lips finding his pulse point. He desists when he sense Hux's mind is elsewhere. "Come back to me," he murmurs petulantly, pressing up against Hux. Any time he starts thinking this hard, it rarely bodes well for the Resistance.

"I'm here," Hux says, fingers threading through Ben's hair. The words bring to mind a certain pilot being violently interrogated elsewhere on the Finalizer, his cries of pain ringing in Ben's skull. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking about Starkiller."

"Ugh," Ben snarls, twisting away quickly. He glimpses a sense of bereavement from Hux and knows his bratty lover act is at least doing something. "You know how I detest it when you talk about that thing."

"That thing is going to win us the war," Hux hisses. The sense of emptiness fades, replaced by exasperated yet determined irritation. He still thinks he can convince Ben to come around on Starkiller. He doesn't know the horrors Ben has seen in his visions. "Really, Ren, I thought you'd understand. You of all people should know that destruction breeds action."

Kriff, Hux is getting angry. Anger leads to suspicion. He has to steer this conversation around somehow. Not a brisk change of topic - that would alert him too much and he'd just get even angrier. "I just think there are better ways of getting to the finish line without causing a galactic catastrophe. The Empire had already failed with two Death Stars. What makes you think this third will be any better?" He moves back to Hux, cupping his cheek gently. "Besides, I don't want to see you become another Tarkin. You're much too young for that."

Hux scoffs and moves away. "Rich, coming from the Second Coming of Darth Vader. " Hux spits Anakin's title with derision, tongue heavy on the first half as though his own grandfather wasn't called Darth Sidious. "And please, don't disrespect my magnus opus by comparing it to the Empire's failed projects. Starkiller is my life's work, Ren. The culmination of years of engineering education, which I'm sure you never received, given the emptiness and vacancy of any adult figures throughout your life. But I suppose you wouldn't understand. You break everything you touch."

Ben reels back, stricken. Hux had never spoken to him that way before, though he had sen his barbed tongue lashing out at disobedient or otherwise incompetent officer. But he had been... not kind, just a smidge below affectionate... Tolerant of Ben. Rough when they had first kissed, but Hux hasn't otherwise been particularly cruel. Ben has thicker skin than this, but the Ren he's cultivated is a wild fireflower - quiet and beautiful at night, vivacious and flaring by day. Ren wouldn't have brushed off the words; he would've been hurt. His beloved Hux, lashing out at him. "I..."

"Kriff, I..." Hux moves to take Ben's face into his hands, but Ren steps away. "I'm sorry. I've... had a lot on my mind. Starkiller demands most of my attention, and I... I've not had much time to relax. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

It wasn't the best idea to have gotten into an argument with Hux before Ben had fully cooled down. Every time he partakes in a massacre, he usually takes an hour to compose himself. The vacancies in the Force, holes in the tapestry of the universe, and the ensuing sadness, the unraveling threads of said tapestry, drains him far more than others are allowed to see. Hux's appearance was unprecedented, but Ben had assumed that he wouldn't have a conflict on his hands. "I need space," he breathes. Wails fly at him from Jakku. He doesn't feel more than a twinge of pitied sorrow, accompanied with a flash of sympathy from Rey, which is good. He needs to get away, to find some place to calm down.

Hux's face twists in consternation, torn between giving Ben what he needs and demanding forgiveness. Eventually he relents. "Very well, Ren." Ben allows Hux to kiss him, chaste, but slightly longer than the kiss should be. "I shall see you... later."

Ben waits for the door to give its customary click before putting his helmet back on. He takes a few deep breaths, two shallow ones, then sits down on his bed. A weight settles on his shoulders - hands, comforting. He allows himself to lean back and pretend as though he's resting against his grandfather's chest as the hands turn into arms that wrap around him, offering respite form the hammering outcry of agony the universe expelled.

This was the effect of the destruction of a small village - Ben didn't dare imagine how it would feel should Starkiller finally be used.

"You need someone," Anakin says, and Ben nods stiffly.

For all that his grandfather can offer, he needs the touch of a solid body. Formerly, Hux fulfilled that requirement apparently believing he was the deliverer of post-victory coitus. But he had told Hux that he needed space, which would inevitably lead to him burying himself back into his work again. There was a new presence on board, but... oh, he wouldn't dare. Would it be too suspicious? Under the guise of interrogation, perhaps not. Ren had a reputation for roughing up Resistance personnel. The only question was if Poe had already given anything up.

But of course he hadn't. He was Poe Dameron, poster boy of the Resistance. Not a single word would've left his lips, which left room for Ren's personal brand of 'mental persuasion'.

"You always waste time convincing and unconvincing yourself," Obi-Wan says, because he knows Ben so well. "Just go."

He's already started walking even before Obi-Wan tells him to, and his breath catches just before he enters Poe's cell. The camera, right. He constructs the barbaric wildness coiled in Kylo Ren's gut, the lithe predator-prowls of his step. When he goes inside, Poe is still asleep. With a little nudge from the Force (and a bite of guilt) from Ben, the pilot's eyes slowly open.

Poe looks tired, making Ben feel even worse. The troopers really did a number on him, if the split lip and trickle of blood from his temple are any indication. But Ben can't show sympathy yet. Poe levels him with a distasteful, almost disinterested stare. So Dameron does have acting chops after all.

"I had no idea we had the best pilot in the Resistance on board." Kylo steps forward slowly, like a hunter toying with his prey. "Comfortable?"

Poe huffs breathily. "Not really."

"I'm impressed." Kylo cocks his head. "No one has been able to get out of you what you did with the map." By Poe's almost sleepy eye roll, Ben assumes his approximation is correct.

"Might wanna rethink your technique." Poe blinks owlishly as Ben extends a hand to his face. What are you doing?

Ben almost recoils in alarm. Poe has never been able to converse with him mentally before, not even when they were children. He had always complained when Ben probed his mind. But here he was, projecting well enough for Ben to hold a conversation. He wonders who taught him. Luke?

Pretend like it hurts. "Where is it?"

Poe flinches, straining forward. The vines bulging in his neck and forehead are very convincing. He snaps his head back into the metal chair, and Ben suppresses a wince at the clang. "The Resistance will not be intimidated by you."

Kylo edges closer, fingers curling into claws. He's close enough to brush away the stray curls falling over Poe's forehead. "Where... is it?"

Poe starts to yell, Kylo gets closer, and finally the security holocam in the corner of the room explodes in a flash of sparks. Ben yanks his helmet off, barely waiting for the hiss of decompression. "I am impressed." He grins wolfishly. "You're good."

"I know," Poe pants. Ben combs his fingers through Poe's hair, careful not to disturb the grime and blood. Kylo Ren is also notorious for breaking prisoners without having to touch them. "Couldn't wait to see me?"

"No," Ben admits. "Oh!" He uses the Force to undo Poe's shackles, eliciting a chuckle form the older man. It's strange to think of them as men, but they're both far past their twenties. They've seen too much to still be 'boys.' "Sorry."

"No worries," Poe says, rubbing at his wrists. He pulls Ben into a hug, squeezing him tight. "Kriff, I missed you."

"It's only been five years," Ben hums, allowing himself to be held. He's already feeling better, having been amused by the charade. It's never fun playing by himself, but playing with a partner - and an enthused partner no less - was priceless. "How's that bump on your head? You hit it hard, yeah?"

"Regrettably." Poe winces, and Ben laughs. Ben catches Poe's head in his hands, tilting it forward to brush his nose against the top of his dome. Hux would be bothered by all the sweat, but Ben has never cared. "I missed you," Poe repeats.

Ben kisses him. "I missed you too."

When he pulls away, Poe makes a face, all scrunched up. Ben arches a brow. Poe asks, "Have you been drinking?"

"What? No."

"You taste like wine," Poe continues.

...Pfassk. Hux. Well, at least it explained why he was so irritable. "Huh. That's weird. Did you bite your tongue?" Ben ignores the loud 'WHAT' from Obi-Wan.

Poe blinks, successfully deflected. "Um. No?"

"Oh. Okay." Ben nestles in his arms. His heart races as he skims Poe's mind for any traces of doubt. A slight pin-prick, but easily erasable -

(Don't you dare, Ben, Obi-Wan thunders in his head.)

He wouldn't have done it, even though he entertained the thought. With his gift and his lovers' relative lack of awareness of the powers of the Force, he could switch intermittently between them without any consequence. Which is, of course, technically what he had been doing so far, but he's not going to admit any wrongdoing at the moment. He's hurting, and he needs comfort. His wrongful manipulation can come later.

Poe brings his fingers up to card through Ben's locks. Ben can feel every rise and fall of Poe's chest, acutely grateful that Poe doesn't take his newfound freedom of movement to mean that Ben was here for something distinctly more carnal. He's not sure where Hux got the idea that when he asked to be held, what Ren really meant was to be held erotically, but the non-sexual moment he's having with Poe fills the void just as well.

It is bliss, being here, comforted by Poe's steady breathing. Ben listens carefully for a rattle in the pilot's chest, grateful when he hears none and finds that every one of Poe's ribs are intact. He hasn't been able to sit in someone's arms like this for a long time. With finishing touches put on Starkiller, Hux had been working himself ragged to make sure his pet project eradicated the word 'failure' from its vocabulary. Without him, Ben felt vacant, lost. Hux was his anchor in the First Order, a focal point he could always return to when feeling conflicted. It's a bit strange for Poe to be the same haven, but it's something Ben could definitely get used to.

Poe is content for them to lie there timelessly, but he eventually nudges Ben. "As much as I like having you here," he says, pausing to kiss Ben's proffered lips, "I think it's a bit... suspicious for Kylo Ren to be spending any extended amount of time here with a prisoner. You should probably get back."

Ben makes a big show of huffing out a sight. "All right, all right," he says, splaying a hand on his chest. "You want to get rid of me, I understand." He climbs off of Poe, locking him back into the chair. "But you've got to give me something. Good intel - don't fake it or they'll think something's up. Especially with that." He jerks a thumb at the busted holocam.

Poe considers this for a moment. "I... The map is... It's in BB-8. But I sent him away, so I think it has a good chance of getting back to your mom before the First Order can get to him." He closes his eyes as Ben leans forward to press his lips to his forehead.

"Thank you," Ben says, and puts Poe to sleep.

Ben is three-quarters of the way done in adjusting his cowl when he starts and nearly has a heart attack at who waits for him outside of Poe's cell. "There was an issue with the security imager," Hux says. Are you all right? The question is unspoken, but there.

Kylo tips his helmet. "It's in a droid. A BB unit."

"Well then. If it's on Jakku, we'll soon have it." Hux looks like he wants to say more but doesn't. He won't, not in front of his men, even though Ben's pretty sure they all know about their commanding officers and their 'recreational activities.' Ben thinks of his own parents, of Han's anecdotes about their wartime courtship, recalling how he and Leia had argued in a busy hallway on Hoth only for troops to walk between them.

Kylo nods. "I leave that to you."

He marches off, knowing Hux won't follow. Ben is disoriented by the sudden flash of animosity Hux exhibits, and realizes that he hand't responded to Hux's mental query. He's never done that before, always eager to demonstrate his ability with the Force. I'm fine, he quickly sends off. Nothing I couldn't handle. By the way Hux straightens and turns to look at Kylo, he's received the message. But the crease in his brow is still there. The damage has already been done.

Wooooow!

Will you write more? I Love it!!

This is wonderful. Do you mind if I translate it into Russian?

wow, no one has ever asked that before!

uh, i guess that's cool! if you could include a link back to here (since it's anon i don't have any other way for you to credit) and maybe drop a link here to wherever you post it because i'm curious, feel free

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