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Hooooooly fuck, yes. For the love of all that is holy, YES. (Your 'unwilling heat bond' bonus is just ajskdhlajshdjasd, and apparently I also have a love of unwilling holos being sent to the Resistance?) But. Yes. Desperate Poe and heat!sex is just RIGHT up my alley.

Ao3 version coming in next couple days hopefully, in the meantime here is part II:

“I thought someone was going to fix the radar!” Kylo Ren demanded.

“Yes,” said Phasma, “so did we.”

“Matt, the technician?” Hux asked. “He seemed very proud to serve a warrior as mighty as yourself. I can't imagine why he wouldn't have gotten it done already.”

“Pah!” said Ren. “If my incompetent underlings can't fix a simple mechanical malfunction, I suppose I will be compelled to do it myself. But be warned, I am sure the Supreme Commander does not approve of delays in the process.” He grabbed his lightsaber once again, seemingly just for good measure.

With a sigh, RC-0343 backed away from the conversation, waving GS-0128 aside.

“What's happening?” the latter asked.

“Uh, request detail in monitor sector.”

“Roger that,” she said, falling into line as they paced towards the small room. A row of screens displayed various rooms of the base and views of the outside, but nobody could see them there. There was no such thing as a camera looping in on itself forever, and as importantly, nobody to watch RC-0343 set her helmet in front of the blanked-out feed that was supposed to be displaying the trash compactor and embark on their newfound ritual.

“This wouldn't even be that difficult to make up for,” said GS-0128. “If they just dispatched a couple of us to patrol the grounds, we'd have the base covered, we wouldn't need this room, and we could redirect sensors and scanning implements to long-range warnings.”

“It's not that easy,” RC-0343 explained. “I'm not entirely sure Ren trusts us.”

“You and I? Or—the Stormtroopers as a whole?”

“As a whole,” she added. “You're trustworthy. So am I. But the Resistance are savvy, and some of their hackers could easily destabilize the remote sensors.”

“Do you...hmm,” GS-0128 smiled as RC-0343 kissed her again. “The Stormtrooper who left, he didn't have any high-level clearance? They can't be accessing our data from their base, can they?”

RC-0343 couldn't help but glance at the stream from the mess hall, an unbroken line of thousands of troops with their helmets still on making their way for rations. So many faceless targets, and she had to fall for someone who wouldn't always be deterred from speaking her haphazard thoughts. “FN-2187 joined the Resistance? That can't be right.” Leaving Starkiller Base was treasonous and unacceptable, of course, but she supposed an overloaded instinct for self-defense could naturally lead one farther away from Kylo Ren's base of operations than expected. But then, as soon go anywhere else into the galaxy than straight into the nest of rebels who were losing the fight.

“That's just what I heard at mess hall,” GS-0128 protested, “stories get around.”

“Oh, now there's stories too. Great. Wonders will never cease. Listen, FN-2187 was a nobody, and if the resistance were gonna hack us, they'd have done it by now.”

“Huh. Okay. Thank you. Then what did happen to the radar?”

“GS-0128?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up, because now you sound like Kylo Ren. And that is not a voice I want to hear coming out of your mouth.”

“I,” said Kylo Ren, “am going to finish what Darth Vader started!”

“Oh,” said Hux. “What would that be?”

“A true command of the Force, untainted by hesitation or weakness. And an ancient weapon, fit for a master of the dark side.”

“How about an organized army? Accurate, loyal, obedient, glorious?”

“Vader was a visionary,” Ren explained, “not a madman.”

“I told you he'd take it poorly,” Phasma sighed.

“Think I have any need for petty hand gestures and colorful sigils? The garb of my forefathers will serve me better than all your pomp!” Ren yelled, and the omnipresent lightsaber buzzed yet again. Several wall panels gave way (the ceiling being somewhat more important to secure in the wintry climate).

GS-0128's ensuing hand gestures were silent; a turnabout from the hallway she was pacing, beckoning RC-0343 to a stairwell, the careful helmet-setting in the shaft below the stairs, and a brief, nervous kiss in the hopes that anyone who needed to access the second story would be lazy enough to take the elevator.

“Are we any better?” GS-0128 asked. “Than the Stormtroopers from the other war?”

“What?” RC-0343 blurted. “Better how?”

“At...you know. Fighting and stuff.”

“Oh!” She laughed. “Well, sure we are. Think of it this way, your survival rate is 100%.”

“So's yours,” GS-0128 grinned. “And you've been shot at more.”

“From what I hear, the Imperial soldiers were less likely to...fraternize on the job. But then, they probably had more efficient leaders, so they were able to stay more productive.”

“Ooh, I didn't know that. Where'd you hear that?”

Blast. The last thing RC-0343 needed was GS-0128 seeking out more old stories. “A while back, with my old unit. Not sure how reliable they were. I mean—as information sources. They're plenty reliable in the field. Just like you.”

“All right!” GS-0128 lit up. “Let's go see if it's safe to go back.”

Replacing their helmets, they slowly climbed the stairs and started wandering the second floor. Turning another corner, they came across Phasma. “Everything all right?” she asked.

“Yes, ma'am,” said RC-0343.

“You two both wander off into the stairwell, come back a few minutes later with your helmets all jostled...this isn't some completely unsubtle Resistance trap, is it? I'm not falling for those.”

“Absolutely not, ma'am!” GS-0128 declared. “You know us!”

“I...sure.”

“Or maybe if these opaque masks weren't standard policy, you could get into the habit of being a little more familiar—”

“That's enough, GS-0128,” RC-0343 snapped. “Good afternoon, ma'am.”

Phasma just shook her head as she walked away.

“Good news!” RC-0343 smiled. The smile was irrelevant to GS-0128, of course, since it was behind her helmet, but she was smiling anyway. “I finally got medical clearance, and my fighter's in! I'm a pilot again!”

“Congratulations!” said GS-0128. “Can I see?”

“I think so,” said RC-0343, walking towards the shipyard. GS-0128 fell into step behind her.

It was a small fighter, more durable than the model that had crashed, but with less maneuverability. “Are they going to start sending you out on missions?”

“I think maybe transfer work. Long-distance droid repair, that kind of thing. Who knows, maybe I'll even get to patrol the radar outposts.”

“But then who will I wander the halls with?”

It was a question RC-0343 hadn't given much serious thought to. Mostly she tried to plan for one day at a time; any day Ren wasn't ordering GS-0128 into battle or having her investigated for disloyalty was a passable day. “There shouldn't be any shortage of infantry. But if you wanted to backup weaponry here, I think you could put in a request to transfer.”

“Phasma's been cracking down pretty hard on requests. She says they smack of initiative.”

“Oh.” RC-0343 busied herself by powering on the ship's small monitor and glancing at the preset coordinates; sure enough, there was a droid-powered signaling station on the fringes of their solar system that she could manually repair.

But before GS-0128 could make reply, they heard the sound of screaming from the weapons station. “We're running behind schedule!” Kylo Ren announced. “How can you expect to obliterate planets if you can't even staff a simple control room!”

“Please,” Hux replied, “stay out of this, it doesn't concern you—”

“The whole business of this base concerns me! These Stormtroopers have grown lax, their inadequacy will no longer be tolerated.”

By then, RC-0343 wasn't sure if she heard her colleagues whimpering from across the base or just assumed it was the natural next step. “Hide,” she said, nodding at the hatch.

GS-0128 took the co-pilot's seat, stowing her helmet underneath the monitor. RC-0343 climbed in after her, closing the doors. GS-0128 turned toward her, a hopeful expression on her face, but RC-0343 didn't acknowledge her, and continued to type at the computer.

“What's going on?” GS-0128 finally asked.

“You tell me, you can hear them better. Is Ren having another meltdown?”

“This one sounds worse than usual. Maybe he's setting the project back, I don't know. It sounds like this is in even worse shape than the radar.”

“Okay. Then we—wait here until it blows over, I guess. But...look, once I'm out flying, you're in charge, okay? You'll have to keep your fellow Stormtroopers safe.”

“By kissing them? That feels a little unfaithful to you.”

“However you think best.”

“All the same, I'd rather be with you.”

“Wherever I go? It could be dangerous.”

“It's dangerous here, Ren gets worse every day!”

“GS-0128,” RC-0343 finally looked up from the console, “I love you more than I fear Kylo Ren. Do you understand what I'm saying?”

“I think so. Do you measure that in, like, designation numbers?”

Sighing, RC-0343 reached for her blaster. “GS-0128, I think we should leave Starkiller Base for the long-term future. If you don't want to come with me, I can stun you and make it look like we fought. But please don't take up arms against me.”

“Er...I'd rather just take your arms...up. To cuddle with. If that's okay?”

“That's great.” RC-0343 punched at the console yet again, and the fighter rose off the ground, appearing for all the world like she was on her way to the signal station as scheduled. Nervously gripping GS-0128's hand, she maneuvered it to the edge of the field, then slowly rose into orbit. Below them, the sounds of Starkiller Base had died away, the weapon's purpose unknowable, and all the logistics required to train, feed, and lodge countless troops were buried out of sight.

“Get familiar with the weapons station; we shouldn't need them, but just in case,” said RC-0343. “I'll see whether this thing can get to hyperspace.”

“Hey,” said GS-0128. “Did we just defect?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh. Huh. Can we get name-names now?”

“What?”

“I heard FN-2187 got a name-name. Like 'Kylo Ren' or 'Phasma,'” explained GS-0128. “And if you weren't doing it because you believed in something silly, like the Resistance, maybe that would be worth it.”

“Oh. Well—sure, absolutely, you can if you want. I think there might be other, self-interested reasons for defecting, but get your own.”

“Roc.”

“What?”

“R-C. Roc, I heard, a big ol' flyin' thing that snatches little ones to safety. That's you.”

“Oh, no, come on...”

“You've already answered to it, it's you! Or would you rather be another Cubic? Maybe if you're really great, you can have a second name.”

“Let's not get ahead of ourselves.”

“And who am I?”

“I just said, get your own, I don't care.”

“No, it'll mean more coming from you.”

“You are still a very silly goose.”

“G-S. Good enough. A little flier!”

“That's not—”

“That's us! Goose and roc.”

Hyperspace, decided Roc, couldn't come soon enough.

... I don't even ship this but I'm here for it.

... yes. yes yes yes.

Would it be okay if I wrote this but maybe the officer gets hard from the display and, perhaps, just maaaaaybe, Kylo helps him get off with force use or actually touching him? If not, that's fine too. Thinking of filling this prompt anyways.

da

No but he did graduate Honorable Bottom.

So sorry, all I can see is Lando getting the news and going 'You want me to what!?' before getting down to business and being fantastic.

Really, wherever you want to take this prompt is great!
Being a die-hard Kylux shipper, I would like it if the some of the focus stayed on Hux/Kylo, but your idea sounds great as well!

Basically, have fun with this! I'll be grateful no matter what!

I'm such a horrible queer person for wanting this, but I'm craving a Poe big gay freakout.

He adores Finn, he thinks he's his amazing BFF and loves him to pieces. So how come he's started to realise he might be kind of attracted to him, he's kind of in love with him even? He's never been with a man before, before against it, but he's never even thought about it before. He really likes Finn and thinks maybe he wants to give this a shot.

Cue awkward first times, and romantic overtures. Neither of them quite knowing what they're doing, giggles and clumsy attempts. Too much lube, choking during blow jobs, loads of fluffy silliness that somehow manages to be perfect, because it's them and that's a million times better than anything Poe has had before.

Luke is an omega who has been dealing with his own heat for years now without the assistance of an alpha. Somehow it just never happened for him and with his responsibilities / hermitage he just hasn't had time to seek out romance or a mate.

Once he rejoins society there is an alpha who is almost too eager to be his mate, Luke brushes it off but then his heat hits stronger than ever before and a knotting dildo isn't going to do the trick this time...

Would love if this were slash.

-preacher's collar torn open showing rope burn dug deep in milky skin-

-he digs his teeth in side where the deep bruise cuts shallow, where the knot of the noose came up towards the ceiling beams and the weakness, the shame came to a thundering head-

"You're mine, not God's," he groans, and Brendol Junior shudders beneath him, eyes screwed shut. "Admit it, you need this."

"Take me," comes a faint plea, and he's not sure whether the holy man is asking for him or for God to come at last.

It hardly matters, since only Ben can hear him.

Somehow this has managed to give me Orphan Black feels.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I'm feelin' the power of the holy spirit coming over me right now

C3P0 got his red arm because he forgot to let Chewie win a game of Dejarik. Even though Han and Leia are separated, C3P0 and Chewie still hang out together whenever they can, either in person or over the holo, updating each other on Han and Leia, and occasionally hatching whacky plots to get the two of them them back together that they usually don't implement (except for that one time...)

ohhhhhhhh

da

Thanks for the spoiler.

Aww my poor baby girl! I love this prompt! +1

Op

I'd love to read them if you're up for writing a fill. You could even do it like "5 reasons for grabbing Rey's hand Finn didn't have and one he did" or vice versa if you have several headcanons that conflict.

Canon. Seconded.

In the case of being trapped by a raging tentacle monster, all humans would be vulnerable.

You're not alone, I think it looks fine.

You are delightfully obtuse, nonnie.

lmfao you win

the rare pair I have always wanted but never knew I did. +1

One part left. It's really just an epilogue though.
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Ren tried to recall his training. He was supposed to remain calm and vigilant if he were ever captured. Well, that and kill himself but he was fairly confident that Brendol would object to the later. It was difficult, especially when he was concerned for Bren. He was supposed to protect him and he couldn’t do that if the other male was being interrogated. He laid down on a small pull out cot that barely fit his body to try and rest, collect his thoughts before they took him to interrogation. When he closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander he could almost hear Brendol’s voice and another, maybe the crying woman?

“General Hux, what is it that you want? I don’t believe that you would bring my son back out of the goodness of your own heart.” Brendol scoffed.

“Well, first, I didn’t bring your son back. I brought my personal guard, Ren, designation RN-001 if you prefer. You’ll find that our Stormtrooper program is rather thorough which means that even a child taken at the age of five would have no recollection of their former life.” Stormtroopers were normally taken as infants so Ren’s case was rather unique. “Second, while my feelings for Ren played a role in my decision you would be correct it stating that I didn’t do this without cause. The failure of the chips used to regulate Ren’s midi-chlorian count once his hormones balanced out is an unforgivable crime. The Supreme Leader decreed Ren should either be dead, or preferably a loyal member of Stormtrooper Corps. As the current head of the program, I am responsible for this failing regardless of the fact that I was nine at the time of the procedure. The Supreme Leader doesn’t take failure well and I would prefer to live or die based on my own actions rather than the actions of others.”

Ren chuckled, the voices fading when he heard the sound of a door slamming nearby. Brendol both hated and respected his father and to die for his failings would be the ultimate insult. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the voices again.

“…you want from us?” the woman’s voice again.

“I was hoping that we might be provided with a safe haven in return for information.” Brendol answered, his voice even.

“And why would I do that for the man who raped and brainwashed my son?” The woman was trying to restrain her rage.

“Raped and brainwashed? I think you’ll find Ren and I both desired our current relationship and that any brainwashing that might have occurred has long since faded. Ren isn’t loyal to The First Order. He’s only loyal to me because we share a bond built up over countless years.”

The woman smirked. “So you’re saying he has Stockholm syndrome.”

Brendol looked down and Ren could feel his shame as deeply as if it were his own. Ren felt an anger at the thought of anyone would make Brendol feel ashamed of himself. It was as if without his mask to hide behind his emotions were taking control of him.

Ren heard a loud bang and was pulled away from Brendol and the woman. He looked over to the door of the cell to find the bars crumpled in a heap at his feet. It seemed they had spontaneously collapsed in on themselves and for a moment Ren considered going to retrieve Brendol. He only stopped because he figured it would not be a good show of faith when they were trying to seek refuge from these individuals. Still, he couldn’t seem to connect with Brendol and the woman again, their voices dulled beyond what he could hear.

Luckily he wasn’t left to wonder what they were discussing for long. Brendol was brought by his cell on a way down the hall and while the guards both raised an eyebrow at the state of the door they didn’t say anything, leaving the woman following behind them to speak instead. “Did you find our accommodations not to your liking?” she asked.

Ren shook his head. “No, I thought that was a feature.”

She chuckled. “Ren is it? Do you know who I am?”

Ren tensed but he wasn’t sure why. “You’re General Leia Organa, the head of The Resistance and…” he paused unsure if he should say more. “…biologically speaking you’re my mother.”

She had tears in her eyes again. He wished she would stop that. It was a shameful display of human emotion. It showed she was weak. “Yes, I am. General Hux says you’re not my son anymore… but you know me.”

Ren shook his head. “I heard you. I thought it was just a dream at first but Bren’s logic was spot on. He never sounds as brilliant as he actually is in my dreams. I don’t do it justice. He’s right though. I’m not your son. Whoever I was back then is long gone.”

She actually cried this time. “I failed you. I’m so sorry Ben.”

Ah, so that was where Ben came from. He was born Ben. He wondered if that was why Hux decided to call him Ren… because it was already so close. “You failed him. That much is true. You’re not alone though, he isn’t the only child who was taken. Besides, I am happy as the man I am now. I would think, as a parent that would be most important.”

She shook her head. “But he brainwashed you.”

“No!” his rage rose up for a moment. “No, he didn’t. You’re probably unaware of the protocols that go into making a Stormtrooper but Brendol requested the lowest level of conditioning so as to retain my metal state and intelligence. My conditioning was broken years ago. Brendol asked me to help him. He was alone, no one to trust. I didn’t have anyone back then. So we chose to trust each other.” Ren spoke gently.

She was also angry, also frustrated. He could tell but she hid it much better than he did. “That’s called Stockholm syndrome. He twisted you into believing you love him even as he holds your leash.”

“NO!” The sound of steel crumbling. One of the nearby cell doors must have broken. “Brendol is many things but he’s not a rapist. He didn’t twist me into loving him. We’ve both done wrong but Brendol never hurt me. I won’t have you making him believe I don’t love him for my own sake!” he was screaming, his cheeks wet. When did he start crying, why was he so weak.

“REN! Enough.” A voice spoke over them both. It was Brendol. It must have been his cell that opened when the other door collapsed. “I’m glad you believe in me. I am. I also appreciate your defense of my character but, you’ve protected me for so long. I need to protect myself, I will to protect us both now. Okay?” Brendol stepped into the cell, the guards too dumbstruck to do anything about it.

Ren nodded trying to focus on his breathing. “Of course.”

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