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+ All comments except fills should be posted anonymously.
+ All prompts should focus on TFA characters. You can't post OT or PT-only prompts.
+ One prompt per comment please.
+ You can request both kink and non-kink content
+ Crossovers, characters from the other media are allowed, but must relate to the 2015 movie in some way.
+ All prompt comments should begin with a pairing tag (eg Rey/Finn) or Gen for no pairing.
+ Use 'Any' when prompting for any pairing at all (eg Kylo/Any or Any/Any)
+ Anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Poe/Other)
+ Warn for common triggers, please
+ NO PROMPTS FEATURING CHARACTERS UNDER 18 IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS.
+ don't hijack other people's prompts.
+ prompts should not exceed ~250 words.
+ also, while this is not really a rule I can enforce, please try to limit yourselves to fewer than 5 prompts per page.
+ reposting prompts is currently not allowed.
+ no prompts based on real life tragic events. e.g: 9/11 au, concentration camp au, etc
+ PLAY NICE

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Summer Camp AU- humor, kidfic, crack

[(Anonymous)]

The Resistance is fun a summer camp on the shores of Lake D'Qar.

The First Order is their militaristically strict neighbor camp & rival.

The two are gridlocked in an epic prank war that started when Leia's son decided to intern as a troopleader for Snoke's camp instead of hers.

The First Order is planning an epic prank to top off the summer. Then Finn switches sides (bc scoutmaster Poe looks waaay more fun than troopleaders Hux & Phasma) and let's the Resistance in on what they're planning so they can plan their own retaliation. Hilarity ensues!

Bonus & other suggestions:
+ BB8 is the camp's loyal pet corgi (I love the other corgi prompts sooo much guys)
+ Rey's an orphan with a hard life; Poe's her Big Brother and makes sure she gets to attend camp
+ Luke used to give martial arts lessons at the camp until Kylo started taking the fights too seriously
+ Han & Chewy roadtrip around in a beat up van and occasionally stop by to visit Leia

Re: Summer Camp AU- humor, kidfic, crack

[(Anonymous)]

This crack must be written.

(Kylo Ren/Poe) Poe Finds Kylo Wounded

[(Anonymous)]

While trying to free Resistance prisoners from a First Order prison or ship or something (I don't really know)

Poe frees the other prisoners, but comes across a wounded and abused Kylo Ren who's being held captive. Kylo is too injured to defend himself, and tries to be threatening, but poe knows better.

Poe has to decide whether or not to help him. He knows that Kylo is Ben Solo, and that Leia still cares for him.

Poe decides to save him, and drags him back to his mother.

*bonus if Rey and Finn catch up and question Poe's decision

- angst and hurt/comfort

(mini) FILL: "going, going, gone"

[(Anonymous)]

(a/n: probably MUCH less h/c and angst than you wanted, but I got this in my head & so here we are)

----

There was an unmistakable, large lump of black fabric on the floor of the cell. Poe’s mind raced: it’s a trap, don’t go in there, shoot him in the head to be sure and have done with it, go, go, go, get out—

“Hey. Hey, asshole.” No response. Great. Poe took a step toward him and was pitched forward as the ship listed to its side. Another of the ship’s alarms started shrieking; Poe almost didn’t notice it over the racket his own internal warning bells were making.

He dropped to his knees, scrambling over to the body and flipping it over. The mask was cracked, possibly from a collision or possibly from a blaster shot; Poe didn’t care, didn’t have time to find out either way, tossed it aside. Underneath, it was—yeah, it was exactly who he thought it was. Blood-caked hair, pale face parted by a broad scar (nice job, Rey), eyes shut. He was breathing, at least, shallow, wheezing breaths.

Poe shook his shoulders roughly. No response. Of course not.

Oh well. For his own good and all. Poe hauled back and slapped him sharply across the face.

That did the trick: Kylo Ren’s eyes shot open and his body surged up against him, only to flop back down onto the floor of the cell, like a fish out of water or, more to the point, like a man with a head injury and a gaping, jagged wound pulsing blood through his various layers of clothing and onto the floor.

"Can you walk?” Poe snapped.

Kylo Ren’s eyelashes fluttered sluggishly at him. “Wh—what?” he said, clearly still confused, most likely concussed, which was just what Poe needed. He strangled a groan of frustration.

“Can. You. Walk?”

Kylo Ren just blinked up at him, and Poe rolled his eyes upward, cursed himself, his luck, his parents, and basically any and all positive experiences and influences that had brought him to this place and compelled him to make this choice.

And then he grabbed Ren’s arm, hauled him up from the ground, and ignored the low, muffled moan of pain it elicited. He wrapped an arm around Ren’s waist, jabbed his blaster into the approximate source of all the blood that was still flowing out of him. Ren’s poorly stifled yelp was not as satisfying as he’d hoped. “Come on,” Poe hissed. “I’m getting you out of here."

Ren made a slurred, gurgled noises that sounded about halfway between “What?” and “Why?"

“Great question,” Poe said, back already screaming from having to support the weight of a gigantic, useless child swaddled in what felt like acres of wet black wool. The answer was, of course, that he had no fucking clue.

*

“Stop right there!” he heard behind him, because of course. That was just the type of thing he needed to hear, only steps away from the last functional escape pods on a doomed ship, while half-carrying, half-dragging the half-dead wannabe Sith Lord he’d decided to rescue. Why not.

He turned around, slowly, forcing Kylo Ren out ahead of him. There were two stormtroopers in front of them; their armor was slightly dinged, but the aim of there blasters was steady. The clean-up crew, Poe assumed: canon fodder left behind to make sure there was nothing of interest left on the ship, before it blew.

Poe sighed. “Okay, look, fellas, I know you don’t want to shoot me—"

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” said Kylo Ren, hazily, and Poe resisted the urge to roll his eyes. But he was right; the blasters trained on his every move showed no signs of hesitation. On the other hand, they hadn’t shot him yet.

Desperate negotiation it was, then. “Do you know who this is?” he said, nodding at Ren. The stormtroopers didn’t acknowledge him at all, which honestly worked in his favor. “Kylo Ren? Of the Knights of Ren? Your Supreme Leader’s favorite shiny play thing?” Ren made a slightly weepy, indignant sound; Poe gave jabbed him again, lighter this time, but pointed. “You let us go, or I shoot him,” Poe said, reaching up to force his blaster against Ren’s head. “Might even shoot him anyway. Which one of you wants to explain that to your commander?"

It was difficult gauge the reaction to that, what with the helmets and all, but steady aim of the the blasters focused on him seemed to drift, slightly, toward the ground.

“Or…” he said, and he felt a suddenly renewed amount of attention on him.

“Or?” snapped the stormtrooper on his left, who was maybe an inch or so taller than his cohort; Poe decided to call him “Stretch”, at least for the rest of their association.

“Well—” The ship pitched sharply to the right, nearly throwing the four of them off their feet. The lights flickered off, and the dim back-up lighting hummed to life as Kylo Ren’s body nearly knocked him to the ground; his two new friends reached out to steady each other, and then jolted apart. “Your ship here's almost done for—"

“And whose fault is that, rebel scum?!” snarled the shorter of the two; Stretch waved an arm at him, in an automatic hush, you kind of way. Ah, thought Poe. Yeah, he could work with that.

“Just the four of us here. Just the two escape pods left,” he said, nodding toward them. "Who d’you think the First Order’s gonna be more worried about tracking down, this one,” he sneered, nudging Kylo Ren forward. “Or the two stormtroopers that…died...” he emphasized, aiming a significant look at Stretch. “Tryin’ to keep him from getting away?"

Stretch stared at him (Poe hoped; obviously, he could’ve been staring at the wall behind Poe, at Kylo Ren, or, to be honest, closing his eyes and taking a quick power nap to gather up the energy to shoot them both, instead). Poe stared back, doing his best to project cool confidence and just enough world-worn commiseration.

Then Kylo Ren’s knees buckled and Poe had to drop his blaster, and his gaze, in order to steady him. When he looked back up, Stretch gave him a brief nod, lowered his own blaster, and, after another moment of hesitation, took off his helmet, and let it drop to the floor. He looked even younger than Finn, dark-haired and black-eyed, tan skin wan under the ship’s artificial light.

His partner turned toward him and gasped in shock. “What are you—"

“Come on,” Stretch said, grabbing his arm, and dragging him toward the nearest escape pod. He kicked the door open and pushed his friend in.

“But we—"

“Shut up,” he called down, sounding almost gleeful, then glanced at Poe, a smile wavering on his face. “We’re getting out of here?”

Poe grinned back. “You’re getting out of here,” he said, would’ve added something even more encouraging, except Kylo Ren chose that precise moment to practically drop into his arms, all forty-so apparent tons of him. Poe almost collapsed under the weight, and looked up to see Stretch actually take step toward him, as if to help. Boy, he sure knew how to pick them. Or how to randomly run into them, at least. “Go,” he said, to Stretch, who threw him a quick salute and then disappeared into his shuttle.

Poe stifled a groan as he felt his vertebra fuse, and wrenched the door open. Scanned it quickly as he dragged Kylo Ren inside: tiny, no division between the cockpit and the passenger bay, which contained four bunks and a couple of bins that he hoped contained rations and medical supplies, or else they were both screwed.

“Roomy,” he couldn’t help but snark, slamming the door shut behind them. One of Kylo Ren’s feet caught around his ankle and almost sent them both sprawling onto the floor. Poe winced as he tried to steady himself, and Ren grunted in pain.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Ren murmured, voice tight and pained.

Poe let himself laugh. “Everyone's always saying that."

“I cannot believe that worked."

“Me neither," said Poe, cheerfully shoving him into a bunk, taking the minimum of care to make sure not to injure him further while buckling him into place, one set of straps over his shoulders, another across his waist, and a third his ankles. “But it never hurts to try.”

“I knew we should’ve gone with clones,” Ren moaned, under his breath.

“Clones are people too,” Poe called back, hurriedly going through the decoupling sequence; he’d learned his lesson on that one.

Ren muttered something else, managing to sound both sullen and delirious. Poe shook his head as the escape pod shuddered distressingly, readying itself for the jump into deep space. He caught sight of the other shuttle streaking in the opposite direction, and had about a second to wish them luck, before the ship exploded around them and sent their pod rolling, ass over tea kettle, into the darkness.

Yeah, Poe thought to himself, gritting his teeth. This had been a terrible idea.

*

“What was it you said to me that time?” sneered Kylo Ren, as aloof as a prone, shirtless man with blood-matted hair and a blood-soaked bandage around his torso could be. Which was not much, but Poe had to admit the guy was giving it his all. “Your interrogation technique could use some work?"

“You think this is an interrogation? Buddy, this is a reality check."

“I’m not your buddy."

“Okay, Ben,” he said, holding back a smirk as Ren scowled at him. "The explosion took out the hyperdrive on this thing, and I’m flying on one-and-a-half of four engines. Your First Order friends made sure there was nothing inhabited within less than a three day trip from here. You lost more blood than I’d’ve thought you had in you, and the shuttle’s medkit is almost literally bare bones, so chances are about 50/50 you die before I even get back you to a resistance base. I’m doing my best to keep you alive, here, which is more of a courtesy, frankly, than you gave your father."

“I don’t have a father,” he hissed, eyes narrow and suspiciously shinny.

“No, I know,” Poe said, matter-of-fact. “Because you murdered him."

Kylo Ren huffed at him, and rolled over to face the wall, no doubt straining the wounds Poe had done his honest best to suture, or possibly tearing them open again; Poe couldn’t really find it in himself to care.

*

“We’d met before, you know?” Poe said, casually; Kylo Ren still wasn’t speaking to him, but he’d finally sat up, and was eyeing the meal pack Poe had thrown at his head like he might deign to open it. “I mean, before the whole…mind-fuck thing." There wasn’t much of a reaction to that; maybe slightly less of a glower, or maybe Poe was imaging things. "You probably don’t remember. It was a long time ago. You were a lot less…” Poe makes a broad, sweeping hand gesture, meant to encompass the sheer seize of the man, his multitude of sins, and his truly unpleasant personality. “…this."

Ren’s face contorted sourly, and his gaze dropped. “Yavin 4,” he said, eventually, and Poe tried to ignore the swift punch of fear that hit his stomach. “I remember."

“Good,” Poe said, keeping his tone steady. “Because I do too. And that’s the only reason you’re still alive.” He sighed, and leaned back into his bunk, closing his eyes; it wasn’t like he could really sleep, not around Kylo Ren, but it did his spine some good not to spend it hunched over the controls of the ship. He ran a hand through his hair. "Well, that, and because the general seems to think there’s still some good left in you. Force knows why."

"That’s why you’re doing this?” He looked over. Ren was staring at him, something strange and unsettling (more so than usual, anyway) simmering in his eyes. “My mother?”

“General Organa—"

“You’re not really her type, you know,” he sneered, and Poe resisted the urge to smack him again.

Stood up instead, thighs twinging at the effort, and smirked down at him. “Haven’t you heard, Ben?” he said, and winked. “I’m everybody’s type."

*

“I could kill you, you know."

Poe glanced back; Kylo Ren was standing behind him, looking unsteady and at least a decade younger, with a blanket draped around his bare shoulders. The bandage around his torso was clean, which was a good sign, but his hands were trembling, slightly.

Poe sighed, and nodded toward the co-pilot’s seat. “Sit down."

“Did you hear me?” Ren said, tone wavering between petulance and disbelief.

“Yeah, did you hear me? Because look, if you fall over, I’m not dragging your ass back to bed. Just gonna leave you there on the floor. Step right over you on my way out."

Ren huffed, but—to Poe’s surprise—actually slouched into the seat beside him. Poe could feel the concentrated power of his glare against the side of his neck.

“So?” he said, calmly.

“So?” Ren snapped. “So what?"

“So, what’s stopping you? From killing me, I mean. If that’s really what you want to do."

Ren had no answer to that. Just stared straight ahead, wrapped in that thin grey blanket, glowering at the stars.

“Where are you taking me?” he said, finally.

“Neutral territory. We’re being met by a medical convoy.” Because like hell he was taking a First Order ship straight into a resistance stronghold, but also, he wasn’t about to inflict Kylo Ren on an entirely innocent medical population.

“Will my—will the general be there?"

“I don’t know,” Poe answered, honestly. “I sent out a transmission. Haven’t received a response.”

“And what did that...transmission say?"

“That in a final sweep of a First Order prisoner transport ship we were liberating, I found you, in a cell, bleeding out. Left for dead, apparently.” He snuck a peripheral glance toward Ren; his gaze had dropped to the control panel in front of him, and his fingers were twitching, like he might want to reach out and touch something. “You ever fly one of these before?"

Ren’s head jerked up, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t've. “No,” he said, and got up as haughtily as he could, given the blanket around his shoulders.

Poe sighed, and let his focus shift back to the stars.

*

It took another four hours to get to the drop off point, a tiny, insignificant moon full of nothing but scrubby brush, red earth, and an outpost that made Niima look like a hub of metropolitan sophistication.

He was asleep when they arrived. The blood in his hair had crusted, leaving brown flakes on the thin pillows; the bruises on his shoulders had begun to fade, and the wound in his side had long since stopped bleeding. He looked a mess, of course, but slightly less of one than when Poe’d found him.

“Hey,” Poe said, kneeling beside his bunk. He didn’t stir. Poe rolled his eyes, and lightly grasped his shoulders. “Ben.” There was a large hand was around his wrist, suddenly, and a set of wide, dark eyes fixed on his. Poe met his gaze with a steady look.

“Did we make it?” he said, voice soft and strange.

Poe nodded. “Yeah."

His lips twitched, as if trying to remember how to smile. His eyes searched Poe’s face. “What else?"

Poe dipped his head toward the open door of the shuttle. “Your mother’s outside."

His grip on Poe’s wrist tightened. “Oh,” he said, and didn’t seem otherwise inclined to move.

“Come on,” Poe sighed, and dragged him, yet again, to his feet. “Let’s get out of here."

*

Luke & Rey - Luke raise Rey

[(Anonymous)]

Luke decides that baby!Rey will be safer with him. When he leaves he take her along. 15 years later Poe Dameron comes to the island to beg Luke to help the Resistance.

+ Rey doesn't have to be Luke's biological daughter
++ Finn still helped Poe escape and was still injured fighting Kylo Ren
+++ Rey is very excited to meet her Aunt Leia after all the stories her father has told about his past (she has always been her fave)

Re: Luke & Rey - Luke raise Rey

[(Anonymous)]

Awww +1

Poe/Finn, alpha/omega, accidental bonding

[(Anonymous)]

Omega!Finn goes through his first non-suppressed heat after leaving the First Order. Alpha!Poe offers to help him through it, but they're both pining for each other and their emotions get the better of them and they accidentally bond and become mates.

Bonus if there's some pregnancy kink in there with Poe saying how much he wants to make a family with Finn and Finn being really into the idea.

Re: Poe/Finn, alpha/omega, accidental bonding

[(Anonymous)]

Ohhhh, yes, I need this.

Kylo/Phasma, working out

[(Anonymous)]

They're both in the gym, blowing off some steam, and decide there are better ways to do it (hint: it involves orgasms).

FILL: Kylo/Phasma, working out (Part 1/5, I think)

[(Anonymous)]

Phasma had known Kylo since he was a lanky fifteen year old. He'd turned up one day with an absurdly high security clearance, that checked, and orders from Snoke. And stayed as if he had nowhere else to go. His eyes had a way of making most people uncomfortable until he started wearing that mask. But Phasma realized that Kylo would work himself down to nothing, without even noticing that's what he was doing, if someone didn't intercede. His single-minded dedication to his training was commendable. And downright fanatical. Which is why she'd made a point of telling him, right near the beginning, that everyone gets homesick.

Kylo had glowered at her suspiciously, as if he thought she were bringing this up because, contrary to what she'd just said, there was something specifically wrong with him; some weakness he'd done an inadequate job guarding.

“Look,” Phasma had added, “I don't know where you come from, and I will never ask you about it. You're one of us now. The First Order will make you bigger and stronger than you ever imagined yourself being. But there are people who try to take the edge off their stress by giving the new kids more to worry about. Setting up countless, meaningless tests that they insist are 'proof' of whether you're good enough to be here. It's bullshit.” She took a breath. “People come from all over, from all kinds of pasts, and adjusting is it's own special kind of hard. So having doubts and bad days and not knowing how you're going to breathe with this pain in your chest – we've all done it. None of that means you're making a mistake. It's just, breaking away from what used to be your life can get to you.”

Kylo considered this, the sudden intensity in his eyes belying his attempt at a neutral expression. Phasma knew she'd hit a nerve when he asked, “even if you basically never want to see your old life again?”

She nodded. “It's not wrong to miss what you never thought you'd miss. And the less you're fighting yourself, and second-guessing yourself, the better you'll cope with a program that (frankly) demands a lot, from all of us.”

Without a moment's hesitation, Kylo's hand shot out and grabbed her arm. “I don't need your help,” he growled.

“Kylo, I'm a soldier.” Phasma responded, unfazed. “The point of sharing intel is that our chances of defeating our actual enemies improve if we help each other. And I do mean we – there will be times when you know things I need to hear. So I want a working relationship where communication isn't awkward.”

“That's …” he released her and looked down, chewing his lower lip. (Phasma thought he looked embarrassed, because her offer was genuine and he'd obviously been expecting something else. Disrespect? Pity? Something that would have justified his anger.) But Kylo shook off his momentary indecision. “I need a sparring partner,” he said, “who isn't scared of me.”

Phasma's lip twitched, because the sly, underlying challenge in his voice was perfectly audible. Even so, she could work with this. “I'm not force-sensitive at all,” she warned, “but if you want to practice hand-to-hand fighting, meet me at the training facility at 0600 hours.”

She'd had no idea how badly he just needed to roughhouse. And punch things. And get flipped against the mat for the umpteenth time because his footwork was outstanding, but his balance was crap. But it became a regular thing they did.

Kylo/Phasma, A/B/O

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo is an omega, Phasma is an alpha.

Re: Kylo/Phasma, A/B/O

[(Anonymous)]

I've never been as into an A/B/O prompt as I am with this one.

modern au poe/finn (former poe/ben?)

[(Anonymous)]

Sooo basically an AU where Poe works in a garage (and races in his spare time) and Finn comes in with his shitty bike? Poe is totally not giving him heart eyes okay? He hasn't had a relationship since Ben and he's not looking for one, or at least that's what he tells himself.

Slow burn and/or smut is welcome

+ the garage is Han's
++ Rey is Finn's roomie who totally told him to go the garage
+++ Poe and Ben were really serious but ended on bad terms.
++++ Corgi bb-8
+++++ Ben swoops in at some point with new bf Hux

Re: modern au poe/finn (former poe/ben?)

[(Anonymous)]

Aww +1

Kylo/Lumpy - probably crack

[(Anonymous)]

what it says on the tin

Re: Kylo/Lumpy - probably crack

[(Anonymous)]

I am dying over this image, anon.

Gen or Ren/Any - Hair secrets

[(Anonymous)]

Han, Leia, Anakin, Padme, Luke, they all have brown or blond hair. Yet Kylo Ren's is jet black.

Is it a side effect of turning to the Dark Side that darkens his hair? Or is it the super-secret 'purification ritual' Kylo Ren does every few weeks that seems to leave a funny chemical smell in his private bathroom?

FILL: Gen or Ren/Any - Hair secrets

[(Anonymous)]

[A/N: Here’s a little something, anon.]


Date Night

It’s very rare for Niner and Dev to be off-duty at the same time, so it’s always a special occasion when they are. When Niner sees Dev out of the corner of her eye, she can’t help but grin underneath her helmet. Dev’s footsteps count down the rest of her shift. Dev’s hand slides into hers at exactly 0800 hours, and they flee Niner’s station like a pair of giggling teenagers.

Dev leads her down a different corridor than usual, so Niner lets her lead; technically, Niner outranks her, although they’re in different squadrons.

“Where are we going?” Niner whispers.

“It’s a surprise!” Dev whispers back.

Eventually, Dev stops before a doorway and keys in the access code. They slip inside and have their helmets off as soon as the door closes behind them.

This is Niner’s favorite part: the rare treat of actually getting to see her girlfriend’s face. Dev is just so dashing and handsome, and the way Dev looks at her—it’s enough to make her blush crimson, although that’s not a difficult thing to do.

“Ta-da!” Dev presents the room with a flourish of her hand. It’s decidedly not the supply closet they usually tryst in. It’s—

“An officer’s quarters?” Niner gasps.

“They’re all either at their stations or at that big to-do Phasma’s been complaining about all week,” Dev says. “We have at least an hour.”

An entire hour? In a private room with an actual bed? Niner kisses Dev passionately, shuddering a little when Dev’s hand comes up to cradle her head.

“I am going to wash up before we get started,” Niner says, breaking off the kiss. She presses a kiss to Dev’s jawline, on the sensitive spot that makes Dev’s breath catch. She tugs on Dev’s breastplate. “And you should get started on getting rid of this.”

The washroom is just as efficient as the actual quarters. As much as the shower tempts Niner, she’d much rather spend the time on Dev. Niner strips off her gauntlets and gloves, laying them down on the counter, and grabs the nearest soap-like object.

Her hands come away black.

Niner peers at the brick in her hands. It’s not soap; it’s a dark block of henna, half-used, to judge from its irregular shape. What officer who rated private quarters dyed their hair? Niner glances around the washroom for clues, and freezes when her eyes land on the non-regulation cloak hanging on the washroom door.

She realizes three different things at the exact same time.

One: this is Kylo Ren’s quarters.

Two: Kylo Ren has hair.

Three: Kylo Ren dyes his hair black.

Niner remembers to wipe her hands on the black towel next to the sink and grab her gloves and gauntlets before barging back out into the quarters proper and almost running over Dev.

“Dev, these are Kylo Ren’s quarters, we can’t—“

“I know,” Dev says. She points at a corner of the room. Niner follows the line of her gaze and lands on—

The charred, warped helmet of Lord Vader, enshrined on a pedestal.

Niner involuntarily clings to Dev.

“Let’s just do it in the supply closet.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And they flee.

Any/Any or Gen - Good Omens AU

[(Anonymous)]

The Dark side create the next great Sith Lord, and manage to lose him. Both they, and the Light, jumping at their chance, and send in their agent to Earth to find and sway him to their side to avoid the coming Armageddon.

Ben is Adam. Phasma is Pepper, Hux is Brian or Wensleydale. Chewie is Dog.

Finn is Crowley, Rey is Aziraphale. Poe is Newt. Luke is the Witchfinder Sergeant?

Re: Any/Any or Gen - Good Omens AU

[(Anonymous)]

"Because he rather liked people. It was major failing in a stormtrooper."

WHAT A GREAT PROMPT

Kylo Ren, Ghost!Obi-Wan

[(Anonymous)]

Snarky Ghost Obi-Wan following his honorary-grandson everywhere.

++ kylo ren is a double agent

Re: Kylo Ren, Ghost!Obi-Wan

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded.

Gen, First Order

[(Anonymous)]

the latest moral quandary in the Resistance comes from the discovery, courtesy of Finn, of the way the First Order treats its own people. It's a bit hard to have your enemy go from cold blooded killers to children kidnapped, abused and brainwashed.

Re: Gen, First Order

[(Anonymous)]

Oh. My. God. All my yesses forever.

Kylo/Hux, praise kink after Han's death

[courgette96]

After Hux finds Kylo in the snow and gets him healed, he is at his bedside before bringing him to Snoke. Kylo is shaken by being defeated, but he is more shaken still at having killed his father - despite all his claims that he meant nothing to him.

Cue to Hux slowly undressing him and gently caressing him, praising his actions, telling him he did the right thing. Tender sex as he reassures him that he will defeat Rey the second time, they will be victorious in the end, and any other praise that comes to mind.
Kylo just reveling in tenderness and validation, and being basically putty in Hux's hands.

Bonus if Kylo actually does the same thing concerning the destruction of Starkiller base, and Hux doesn't want admit how much he needs that.

Re: Kylo/Hux, praise kink after Han's death

[(Anonymous)]

Yes +1

(RPF) Oscar/Domhnall, Adam walks in on them.

[(Anonymous)]

Adam goes to Domhnall's dressing room to run lines (or whatever lmao) and gently pushes the door open ONLY TO FIND him mid-shag with a certain Oscar Isaac.

They don't mind.

Re: (RPF) Oscar/Domhnall, Adam walks in on them.

[(Anonymous)]

:grabby hands: please.

Finn/Poe - premature ejaculation

[(Anonymous)]

Not from Finn, from a sexuality experienced Poe who is just that turned on by Finn when they first do it. Finn is charmed. He's just flattered to be there, he doesn't know anything went wrong.

Bonus if the base somehow hears about it and they tease him.

Re: Finn/Poe - premature ejaculation

[(Anonymous)]

seconded!

Those two Stormtroopers on patrol

[(Anonymous)]

This is not the first time they've dodged stumbling in on one of Kylo's hissy fits. They usually go find a good corner to wait it out in. If they're ever caught slacking, their CO will just sigh and accept "lightsaber avoidance" as a valid excuse .

After the first few times get boring, they decided to put their secluded spot to good use, and try to get each other off as many times as they can before the coast clears.

Any gender combo (or even species combo?) For the Troopers is fine as long as there's enthusiastic "let's not get stabbed and have sex instead" sex.

Could be a 5+1 of some kind?

Re: Those two Stormtroopers on patrol

[(Anonymous)]

Haha yes!

Finn/any or gen, New Order uses clones au

[(Anonymous)]

au where Finn is a clone
(maybe they use several lines of clones and some not cloned kidnapped troopers)

Rey/Luke - "Don't you ever feel tempted?"

[(Anonymous)]

"Don't you ever feel tempted?" She asks.
"By what, the Dark Side?"
"No." She swallows. "By me."

Take this where you will, but:
+ unsure, longing Luke
++ if he says no, Rey trying to change his mind

Re: Rey/Luke - "Don't you ever feel tempted?"

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, absolutely!

Poe/Kylo: body inflation, noncon body modification, torture, rape

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo forces Poe to swallow a pill that cases his stomach to swell as if filled with liquid.

+crying
+Poe gets hard at some point
++Kylo taunts him about getting pregnant/his stomach bursting
+++Kylo fucks Poe in a doggy-style position with his belly painfully pressed to the foor

No: Poe enjoying it, gore/snuff/actual bursting

Re: Poe/Kylo: body inflation, noncon body modification, torture, rape

[(Anonymous)]

+

Rey, gen, gardening

[(Anonymous)]

I want to see Rey tending a garden & loving it. The feeling of cool damp earth underneath her fingers, the joy of watching something grow, knowing that this is hers and she made it thrive.

(Reasons why she starts a garden are up the the filler. Maybe she realizes that unlike Luke, she can't survive on bitterness & regret)

Re: Rey, gen, gardening

[(Anonymous)]

This is a beautiful prompt!

The True Meaning of Life Day

[(Anonymous)]

How do they celebrate Life Day in the First Order? White Elephant (white bantha?) gift exchange? Hanging their white plastic boots by the exhaust ports with care? First-Order approved caroling? Candy versions of Supreme Leader Snoke's face?

Re: The True Meaning of Life Day

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

Kylo/any: expectations vs reality

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo has renounced his evil ways and joined the good guys again, hooray! He's even starting to get reintegrated into normal society again. He's even started... dating.

Only problem is, what with his image and all, people seem to expect him to be some kind of dark master of BDSM, and he's not. Like, really not.

He's been groomed by Snoke since childhood, and then spent his teens and twenties training and trampling down enemies, and the end result is that he's a clueless virgin. He hasn't even been kissed before, so while he's psyching himself up to hold hands for the first time, his date is expecting him to bring out the whips and chains and gimp-mask any second now.

Shenanigans ensue.

Re: Kylo/any: expectations vs reality

[(Anonymous)]

Love it +1

[Gen] Kylo Ren and any First Order - Spaceballs

[(Anonymous)]

"No, sir! I didn't see you playing with your dolls again!"

Re: [Gen] Kylo Ren and any First Order - Spaceballs

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded to the Outer Rim and back!

What happened to JB-007?

[(Anonymous)]

Aka the trooper who got mind tricked by Rey, what happened to him after that?

Re: What happened to JB-007?

[(Anonymous)]

Yeeeeesss. I was just about to prompt this very thing.

Hux/Kylo Ren, Attempted murder

[(Anonymous)]

Somebody tries to kill Hux. Nobody expected Ren to go murderous rampage because of it.

Re: Hux/Kylo Ren, Attempted murder

[ender24]

yes!!!+1000!