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Leia/Han is my OTP but for some reason this is how I picture Ben falling to the dark side.

Oh god. Right in the heart.

This is an absolute delight!

Finn is a part of the British Royal Navy. Poe is the captured pirate he helps escape.

This is quite a cool AU

God yes.

Yes yes yes!

"Ah, but you have heard of me" yes perfect

It was dark and stormy, and the weather was almost even more confusing than the seemingly endless crowd. Rey had never seen so many people before! Nima had been a fairly busy outpost by Jakku’s standards, but that was nothing when compared to the hustle and bustle of whatever planet this was, and this was just the docking bay! It was a little scary if she was being honest with herself, but it would make it easier to hide from Lord Ren.

For now, at least. Rey knew that in order to truly get away from Lord Ren’s wrath, she needed to get away from this planet. So, she stomped through the puddles flooding the docking bay’s floor while charging through the crowd. In the distance, she could see the white helmets of a couple of other ‘troopers, and abruptly changed directions to head in the opposite way. This however, caused the ‘trooper that she was still attached to—she really had to ask the ‘trooper to unbind her—to stumble into a merchant’s cart and spill their goods everywhere.

Angered, the merchant began yelling at the two of them in a booming voice, and despite Rey and the ‘trooper’s best attempts at placating the merchant, their voice kept on getting louder and louder. Eventually the commotion started gaining the attention of the crowd, and by extension, the ‘troopers, and Rey could see the ‘trooper’s helmets moving through the crowd towards them. Furtively glancing around, Rey could see a cramped alleyway, brimming with food stalls. Even if they couldn’t lose the ‘troopers now hunting them, Rey and her ‘trooper could at least stall them in the bottleneck formed by the crowd.

She must have looked quite a sight, barrelling down the tight alleyway, the rain washing out the dust from her desert clothes and leaving muddy streaks, dragging a stormtrooper attached to her wrist behind her while being chased by more stormtroopers. As she was passing by a stall, she couldn’t help but pick up a sweet-smelling bun, leaving her stolen blaster as payment.

Though she couldn’t read the foreign writing emblazoned in neon lights, she could recognise the universal symbol for watering hole above a door that seemed to lead into a literal hole in the wall. Looking behind her she couldn’t see the white helmets of her pursuers, and she figured that she had enough of a lead on them to be able to pop into the cantina without the ‘troopers realising. They would either continue down the alley trying to chase her, losing her trail, or they would have to waste time checking every food stall and other watering hole, buying Rey time of her own.

Tugging the ‘trooper, she nodded with her head in the direction of the sign, and getting the message, the ‘trooper nodded in return. As they approached, Rey saw that there was a bouncer by the front door that she hadn’t noticed before. He was quite large and menacing, and though one eye had been put out, he still had five others that stared at her appraisingly.

“Turn back around, little girl, this is no place for you,” the bouncer said in a surprisingly high-pitched voice, considering his size.

“Yeah, you’re right. Come on, we can find somewhere else,” the ‘trooper mumbled to her.

Simply squaring her shoulders, she handed the bouncer her pilfered sweet bun, swung open the door, and stalked into the cantina. Rey had expected that the moment the two of them entered that the band would stop playing and the general din of conversation would mute, but nobody even bothered them a second glance, despite the fact that she looked like a kriffing swamp rat in her wet and muddy clothes.

In the far corner of the room, she saw someone emblazoned in the orange jumpsuit of one of the Resistance pilots like she sometimes saw on Jakku, arguing passionately with another man. Blatantly pointing, she nudged her ‘trooper in the side with her elbow.

“Look, over there. A Resistance pilot! We can probably exchange work for transport.”

“I don’t know if that’s a very good idea,” the ‘trooper demurred. “I mean, I’m—well, I was a First Order stormtrooper. I don’t think they’ll be too willing to provide me with safe passage.”

Rey’s blatant pointing was noticed, however, and before she could rebut, both she and the ‘trooper had been picked up from behind by a pair of large, furry hands. She tried flailing and kicking to wriggle out of the grasp as she was carried over to the table in the corner where the Resistance pilot and the other man were still arguing.

“Look, Solo—”

“What did I tell you about my name?”

“Look, Han, all I’m saying is that—”

“You don’t need to be saying anything, you’ve got a rotten pazaak face, kid.”

“Yeah, but—”

“No buts, kid. I’ve got this gig with the Guavian Death Gang—”

“Hey wait, I thought it was with Kanjiklub?”

“Yeah, whatever. Point is, kid, I got places I need to be,” suddenly the other man’s face softened. “Point is, kid, you’ll be okay.”

Then the wookiee let out a growl and attention turned to Rey and the ‘trooper.

“What’s this we’ve got here?” asked the pilot, giving both of them a once-over.

The wookiee let out another growl.

“You’re right, kid. Why would we give you safe passage? Why, I oughta—”

“Wait, please,” Rey interjected. “We need your help.”

“Let’s hear them out,” said the pilot, a pensive look on his face.

“Your soft-heart’s gonna get you in trouble one day, kid,” Solo scoffed. “You have thirty seconds.”

“We escaped from the First Order.”

“No-one escapes from the First Order,” said the pilot, obviously skeptical.

“It’s true. Lord Ren picked up the prisoner… er…” the ‘trooper trailed off, realising that they didn’t know Rey’s name.

“Rey.”

The trooper nodded thankfully. Well, Rey supposed it was thankfully. She couldn’t see their expression because of the mask.

“Lord Ren picked up Rey on Jakku.”

“What about you, ‘trooper? You have a name?” asked the pilot.

“FN-2187.”

“FN-huh? I think I’m gonna call you Finn.”

“Fascinating stuff, kids, but that still doesn’t explain why we should help you.”

“Look, all we’re asking for is passage to another planet in return for work. I’m good with machines, and… Finn… is good at—uh… Finn’s good at taking orders.”

Solo arched a dubious eyebrow.

“Whatever, you sort it out with Poe here, I’ve got a deal with Kanjiklub to sort out.”

“I thought it was with the Guavian Death Club?”

Solo waved Poe’s words off like they were an insect, and not one that would have survived the encounter, either.

“C’mon Chewie, let’s go smuggle some Rancors.”

yes. Cause fuck it. Go AU.

+1000

Foxes go to ground, but humans know better. Lawmen always know where to look- the scene of the crime, last known address, hometown. So Ben Solo went south, way south, away from the stink of paper mills and iron foundries, hitched a train, traveling town by town. He blacked his hair and changed his name, hoping to be someone new. Not a rich boy given command just for who his momma was but a hard working nobody.

Stepping off the train the first night through the Georgia border, he felt himself drowning in hot southern heat, too-long hair plastered to his forehead and his throat parched. The station was near-empty, gas lamps lighting a path down main street to the shining centerpiece of downtown, a whitewash church two stories tall and gleaming against the star-struck sky. Fire blazed within, and the sweet sounds of chorus filtered out.

The door creaked as he pushed it open, but no one took notice. Lily-white girls in faded frocks looked to the schoolmarm who led them in their lines.

Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow

Ben, no, Kylo, he had to think of himself as Kylo, cased the pews. No coats, no bags, a tray of fresh baked bread and honey-sweet peaches in the back. He couldn't resist. He poured a paper cup of cooling black coffee and snatched a piece of fruit, intoxicated by the smell.

"You're not from around here," came a soft voice from beside him. Milk-pale skin rose out of a preacher's collar, eyes like spanish moss, lips softer than the peach in his hand and he was transfixed.

"New in town. Father." Even the word felt sinful with the way he met those eyes, and it was just like they saw to his soul.

"Welcome," he said, touching his shoulder, and all of a sudden Ben felt at home.

He had a strong back, so he took field work at first. It was honest, and nights he was so exhausted there wasn't more to think of than his aching body. It was mostly black men he worked alongside, former slaves now freed to little change, and he didn't think much of it. He tried to soften his sharp accent, round vowels and smooth contractions, but it didn't do much good.

What he looked forward to was service. Most of the hands went to service there, but no one thought much if he walked into town in the best clothes he'd brought with him, sit in the back pew and watch the fire and brimstone rain down from young Father Hux. His face flushed redder'n his hair, the preacher raged with a fury that wrenched tears and cries of adulation from his congregants, railing against sloth, greed, and worst of all, against lust.

It cut to the core that Kylo, fully Kylo now, came to watch, so he could take himself in hand later and repeat the worst of the wrath.

The Fourth came around, a holiday he'd loved as a child. His parents, veterans both, had schooled him to take the utmost pride in their victory, in his heritage. The fireworks had set something off in him, something primal that made him want to take arms and rush headfirst into incoming death.

Things were different in Georgia, still sore from the indignity of loss all those years ago, but still they shot fireworks. That much he was thankful for. The whole town gathered 'round the docks to watch a boat in the harbor fire the payload, and he dangled his bare feet in the cool water, eyes on the sky.

Then he wasn't alone. It was the preacher, sitting beside him, easing his shoes off and rolling his black pants up around his thighs. Kylo's gasp was eaten up by the fireworks, thank God, but the slice of ankle, of humanity, was enough to bring all his private indulgences to the fore. Hux's eyes met his, both bursting with firework reflections, and a single finger brushed the back of his hand.

The heat between them wasn't just the night.

On the second floor of the church, up by the bell rope, he pushed at that damned clerical shirt and sucked dark rings into that pale skin, his own dark now by contrast, torched by sunlight. Hux hardly left the church before sundown, and it kept every part of his body nearly sacred.

High, desperate whines escaped his lips as he threaded fingers through Kylo's long hair, tugging him up towards his perfect little nipples, cock traitorously hard. "I see you, when you watch me," he admits, voice breaking as Kylo squeezes down on him. "I've never-"

"I have. Makes me wish you were Catholic, father, dark little room where I could tell you all my sins, make you listen." Not all his sins, true, plenty would put the breaks on all this pleasure.

"No," he pleaded, leaning in to catch Kylo's hungry mouth with his own, letting his lips bruise. "I don't want to think about you, anywhere else, with anyone. Just me."

Kylo groaned hungrily against his mouth, shoving at Hux's trousers, bringing them off in one pull and reaching in to hold his ass tight, forcing their hips together. He teased a finger over his entrance, and Hux bucked, eyes wide and shockingly clear.

"God forgive me," he pleaded, his own hands fighting Kylo's britches to get his cock, moaning in relief as he wrapped a hand around him. He leans into Kylo's shoulder and repeats the prayer, "God forgive me."

Kylo isn't God, though, so he brings his fingers up to suck, spit-slicking them and teasing them in, slow against how impossibly tight the preacher was. Older than him and so untouched, of course he came apart with every twist of his fingers, biting back a scream of adulation as Kylo's fingers hit home. He was panting, hips rolling up in time with his hand, hands seeking for purchase on the untreated wood floor.

"Please," he begged, kicking a foot free so he could wrap a bare leg around Kylo, cock aching between them. "Take me."

He didn't need to be asked a second time, and bit his shoulder through the shirt, trying to tear into his skin as he pushed his cock into the tight heat of Father Hux's ass.

Hux shuddered, groaning in pain but clutched at his shoulders, leg forcing him to stay, to keep going as if the pain was the punishment he deserved for desiring this tall, strong stranger from parts unknown. He rode him until his body relented, until he let Kylo's cock drive home, to slick it's way with precome and it felt natural and vital as breathing. Every moan was a prayer to whatever God would listen now that he'd forsaken his.

In the distance, the last of the fireworks exploded in the sky, and Kylo watched them out the window, the blue and gold painting Hux's skin with impossible color. He looked down at the furiously red cock, beautifully bruised stomach and last piece of his proper uniform, and shoved the last of his rank off, pinning his arms above his head.

"Lucifer," Hux breathed, leaning back in surrender, hips arched high for Kylo's taking, an offering he took full advantage of, every thrust to the hilt. "The most - beautiful - "

Thick ropes of come painted Hux's chest, eyes shut in reverence, and then Kylo was coming, too, face buried in his shoulder and grunting his release with every agonizing thrust, each wringing pleasure out of him.

Long after Hux left, Kylo sat in the empty church, the floor still warm from their congress. He still smelled of him, milled soap and candle smoke, sweet sweat and musky come. Hux would be marked from him, black with bruises and sore, and he'd smell like Kylo if he hadn't already washed it all away. He hoped he hadn't, not yet. That he'd hold onto their tryst a little longer.

The next morning's sermon was more furious than ever.

It didn't stop Father Hux from admitting him the next night at his small home, from taking his cock in his mouth until Kylo could come no more. Or later the next week, letting Kylo pin him on all fours and ease his passage with his tongue before he begged for more. As long as Kylo kept his skin clear above his collar, he let him indulge every perversion, shaking with shame at each novelty until he came to crave it.

"Let's go West," Kylo said into his shoulder, weeks later as he held his lover in his rough linen sheets, candle burning low. "California. Run away."

"Still running?" Hux asked. "I know you're hiding here. I don't want to know what you did."

"I should have moved on from the train line. Gotten myself really safe somewhere."

"But you stayed." Unsaid was, you stayed for me.

"If you don't come with me, I won't leave."

"I can't. There's nowhere else for me. This congregation needs me. I have to keep them from straying - as I have."

Ohhh I love this idea.

No-one could resist flirtation of that magnitude!

So I was just marathoning the hp movies and just was struck with the idea of what if Anakin and Ben/Kylo had feathers from the same Phoenix as their wand cores?
Maybe Ben's obsession with his grandfather starts with that?

Edited 2016-01-25 03:35 (UTC)

Instead of letting Leia send Ben away, Han "steals" his child.

+my soul if you manage to sneak in kylux in there.

holy shit yes

Instead of sitting idly by and letting snoke seduce her young son to the dark side, she grabs her lightsaber and goes on a mission to kill him.

Lmao +1

Yes ! +1

stowaway!Hux who ran from his father's expectations and snuck into the first ship he could.

Omg YES!!

Seconded! Consent-tacles is the best!

Yes please.

Hooooly suit I was just thinking about prompting the same thing, seconded!!

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FILL Part 1 Re: Kylux, Southern Gothic

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