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Oh wow. This, uh. Wow. Thank you.

Yes yes yesssss!!!

Poe's tears didn't spill, he holds his so wonderfully, but mine are. I'm crying..(T____T)
It's just like I can really FEEL Poe's inner turmoil when talking to Leia. And oh poor boy, how he just put everyone's best interest first before himself. His concern for everyone even though he's the real victim who's still in hurt was really..heartbreaking.

This isn't pneumonia, and short, but I thought I'd pass it along as I thought of it as I read your prompt

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5714923

Thanks, that was lovely.

sa is OP.

OP here. OMG thank you so much! I love it. The bits about Snoke being stupid and how Hux manipulated both the clone and Ben is pure gold. I totally agree how Snoke's priorities are not in line with those of the First Order, and I hope as hell Hux will catch on next movie.

And Ben the enforcer, Hux loving his job more than love itself, and poor poor Leia.

And so much details in the short story.

(Er I kinda started a self-fill before I saw your fill... Sorry, sorry... But I had to get it out. Also I totally totally agree with some of your points 100% identically. And the reason of the 1 last clone is genius.)

SAME!!! I thought of this as soon as I saw the video (which was AMAZING btw).

Holy fucking shit, dude. Thank you for justifying my switch to flat view in the first 2 min. Just. GUH. Sex toys aren't even my thing, but that RESTRAINT. WTF.

AH! i loved poe's pep talk for himself, lmao. i think it's a nice break from the always-confident!poe. also lovin his relationship with jess!!

i'm waitin on pins n needles, anon!!

This is a great prompt. I hope someone fills it!

OP here: my fuckign friend saw this prompt and linked it to me like "theres literally no way this wasnt you. fess up"

star wars has betrayed me

With two great fills for the actual prompt I feel like a bit of an ass posting this bit of crack-angst-fluff (crangstluff?) for the secondary misread prompt so...

*posts link and runs away*

Everybody Needs a Buddy Sometime (http://archiveofourown.org/works/5874343) - Mostly gen, hints of pre-Poe/Finn, some dealing with trauma, some sugary fluff, total crack.

unf <3

Seconded so damn hard

lololol thank you so much for this prompt

cross-posted to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5874418

***

Nobody had expected the droid rebellion to happen as quickly as it did, to take hold on as many planets simultaneously, to cause so many human fatalities.

Had they known, the Resistance certainly would have established more defenses, warned the far-reaching planets earlier, put additional protective measures for cultural landmarks into place. But in reality, there hadn’t been time for any of that.

However, at the very least, Poe would have ensured that the one other human who’d made it into his safe house was somebody, anybody other than General Hux. But there hadn’t been time for that either.

The home was accessible only by direct aerial transport, constructed into the side of a mountain and largely imperceptible from the air. When Hux had showed up, battered and muddy—having placed a tracking device on Poe's X-wing—Poe was severely disappointed to find that he just couldn’t bring himself to turn another human away from his door. Even if it was the treacherous, murderous General Hux.

***

It had taken a few weeks for Poe to trust Hux enough to show him the new droid experimentations he’d been working on. Poe’s droids were old-fashioned, with limited communication capabilities, but they could perform basic domestic tasks, research, and repairs, along with a few other special modifications.

“I was trying to build a human replica droid, but it’s not quite there yet,” he said nervously, as Hux surveyed the droid, hands clasped behind him.

“You’re very close, though. I must admit, I’m quite impressed, commander,” said Hux, nodding slightly. “The eyes in particular, are almost uncannily familiar.”

Poe didn’t mention that he’d modeled this droid on his old-pal-turned-Knight-of-Ren-turned-torturer.

“I made this one for sparring practice mostly,” he noted, demonstrating by punching it in the stomach. The droid wheezed out a pathetic, “I’m immune to the light.” Poe eyed Hux discretely, wondering if he’d heard it.

“Most excellent work,” said Hux, grinning, and prodding the droid roughly himself. “Most excellent.”

***

Leaving Poe dozing peacefully, drunkenly, on the couch, Hux had followed the Rendroid into the main living quarters, curious as to what he did every night when dismissed from his domestic duties. As he walked up behind him, the droid turned around and eyed him blankly. Suddenly though, his hands moved to begin unfastening the black cloak around his neck, exposing a strip of synthetic flesh on his chest.

“No! No, no, don’t do that,” said Hux hurriedly, trying to button up the Rendroid’s cloak, as the Rendroid continued to unfasten it. He really did not want Poe to find him with an undressed Kylo Ren droid, even if—especially if—they were the last two humans left in the universe. “STOP. Please, please don’t do that.”

“You’re wasting your time talking to him,” announced Poe, unexpectedly, standing in the doorframe, taking a sip of his drink and clinking the ice cubes against the glass. “I haven’t installed his language comprehension capabilities yet, all commands are still manual.” He held up a remote and clicked it, and the Rendroid obediently stepped back and stood still, ceasing his attempts to undress further.

“This isn’t what it—I wasn’t—“ Hux stuttered.

“Oh, don’t worry, I know you weren’t,” said Poe, laughing and waving the remote again. “All commands are manual, remember?”

Hux looked at the Rendroid, then back to Poe, glaring at him, remembering why he hated the wanton unpredictability of the Resistance. Why was that command even on the remote?

“However,” Poe added, “if you did like that, you might be interested to see what else he can do.” He clicked another button and the lights dimmed into colorful strobes as funky, disco-style music started playing. The Rendroid started bobbing his head and moving his shoulders, as he danced his way toward the front of the room.

“Go ahead, dance with him!” said Poe, gesturing toward the Rendroid, who was now shaking his arms in front of himself. Hux simply stared, brain not entirely able to process what he was seeing. “What, you don’t like dancing? He does.” Poe bounced his way towards Hux, who was starting to realize he might have preferred a swift death at the hands of his protocol droid rather than witnessing this. The First Order never would have allowed such a disgusting display of individuality and disorder.

“Come on, buddy. After a long day of blowing up planets and being personally responsible for the deaths of millions of people, didn’t you ever learn to unwind?” said Poe, moving his head from side to side, an edge to his voice betraying his true feelings.

Hux huffed, annoyed that Poe was still able to get under his skin like this. “Well, I’m not the only murderer here, then. Because you destroyed the Starkiller base.” Poe snorted and continued dancing without missing a beat.

“I’m gonna destroy the fucking dance floor, dude, check it out,” he said, shuffling forward to the Rendroid.

Hux gaped as Poe and, what in all appearances looked to be Kylo Ren, Knight of Ren, began performing an extremely well coordinated dance routine to the music. They shimmied and shuffled, pointing their fingers up and to the side. They clasped their hands together, bounced them off their hips, then kicked their legs high and clapped under them. They lowered their heads and popped back up, elbows pointed to either side, and began thrusting their hips forward. It was altogether... overwhelming.

Hux reached back desperately and found Poe’s drink, bringing it to his lips and swigging it down in one gulp. As an officer of the First Order, drinking had been considered unseemly, and he personally found the loss of control unnerving. But he wasn’t an officer of the First Order any more—in all likelihood, the First Order didn’t even exist anymore. Hux closed his eyes as he felt the drink warm his insides, and began nodding his head to the rhythm of the music.

As he sat, tapping his foot and watching as Poe and the Rendroid continued to dance, Hux listened intently to the words of the song: “Get down, it’s Saturday night.” He may no longer be an officer, but he still knew the value of following orders.

And that sounded like an order he could follow.

That doesn't make any sense... why Hux of all people? At the very least it should be villain!Hux/Bond!Kylo, he actually has a seduction to evil narrative going on.

Though Poe or Rey (the two people who actually canonically got tortured by Kylo) would also make sense.

The first time Poe meets Finn, they barely even speak. It’s the men’s warm-up at Nationals and Poe is doing a few quick back crossovers, just trying to get the blood flowing and shake some nerves, when he catches out of the corner of his eye a blur of black and hair just before he takes a hard hit to his right side. The impact knocks him off his feet and he spins out, smacking his shoulder and hip (the bad one, of course) into the boards. Disoriented, he pushes himself up to his hands and knees just in time to see Kylo Ren brushing ice off his sleeve as he starts to skate off, hissing “Watch where you’re going, idiot.”

Poe groans, quickly takes an inventory of the damage (shoulder: sore but okay, side: probably would bruise but the ribs are alright, hip: a suspicious twinge and more pain than usual, he’ll need to stretch it out before his skate), and then there is a hand in front of him reaching out.

“Hey, you okay?”

Poe’s gaze follows up the hand and arm to see a kid with warm brown eyes staring down at him, concerned. He looks sort of familiar – Poe thinks he maybe remembers seeing him in Juniors competitions last year. Phil? Fitz? Something like that. Poe takes the offered hand and the kid (Franz?) pulls him up.

“Yeah, thanks man, I’m good I think. Just need to shake it off.”

The kid smiles, claps him on the arm and glides away, disappearing into the mess of other competitors.

The twinge turns out to be something after all, and when he kicks off into the first jump of his free skate Poe feels a sickening tearing sensation. He opens up out of the jump and two-foots the landing, wincing in pain as he clutches at his hip. There is an audible gasp from the audience as he stands there, half bent over and shaking, his music continuing without him before someone mercifully thinks to shut it off.

It feels like it takes ages, but he makes his way toward the boards, painful and slow, Coach Organa meeting him halfway, sliding along in her dress shoes.

“It’s okay, Poe. It’s going to be okay,” she says, as she slips an arm around his waist. He leans into her tiny frame and lets her take some of his weight. It still always surprises him to feel how strong she is. He takes a few deep breaths and tries to blink back the stinging in his eyes. Maybe whatever he’d done isn’t as bad as it feels and he’ll be back after a couple weeks of rest. He’d been in second place after the short program, maybe they’ll send him to Worlds anyway.

Poe lets himself be eased down into a waiting wheelchair (“Just a precaution, I’m sure it’s nothing serious,” Coach Organa said, but the tension in her face undercut some of the comfort of the statement), and he keeps his head down as they wheel him out of the rink. This way he won’t have to see Kylo Ren’s smirk as he’s about to take the ice, the path to a national title now clear.

It also means that he doesn’t see Finn, whose worry-filled gaze follows him the whole way out of the building.

Poe doesn’t make it to Worlds.

Poe has two surgeries and three screws in his hip. He learns how to pronounce things like femoroacetabular impingement and hobbles around on crutches for ten weeks. He throws himself into physical therapy all summer long, but when the new season rolls around and the doctors don’t clear him to compete, he falls apart a little. He keeps working on strength training and rehab, but his heart isn’t in it. He refuses to follow the competition results and glares at Jess and Snap whenever they start talking rankings in front of him.

Coach Organa tells him, “it’s just one season,” and “you’re still young, you’ve got plenty of time,” and “for god’s sake Dameron, go enjoy your break – gain ten pounds, get laid, just do something besides sulking around my rink.”

The truth is, Poe doesn’t know how to do anything else. The ice is the only place he’s every really felt at home – the speed and the power, the exhilaration of pushing his body to its limits to create something beautiful. His mother used to joke that he was born with blades on. She’d skated in an exhibition when she was five months pregnant with him, he got his first pair of skates for his second birthday. Poe doesn’t know who he is if he’s not on the ice.

Coach Organa seems to understand his distress, and she finally relents and lets him help teach youth classes twice a week.

“Absolutely nothing strenuous,” she commands. “If I see so much as a waltz jump you’re barred from the rink for the next month.”

Which is how Poe meets Finn for the second time.

Can you link to that prompt?

I like 90% of your prompt but I just can't get my head around alpha!Luke. I can't see him as anything but a beta or omega...

Thanks, OP! :) When I saw the prompt, I just knew that I had to revisit some of my memories of the most fucked-up parties I've ever been to. I hope you enjoy what's forthcoming!

Right? It needed to exist.

OTP tbh

no incest please

my only weakness

A prompt is a prompt and is what the OP wants. Sense is not required, and neither is promptjacking.

Holy shit this was amazing

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