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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.
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+ prompts should not exceed ~250 words.
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This. This is my shit right here.

I really love the way you write Poe. Oh man he's DOOMED.

idk how i missed this, but this is a great start.

Wow wow wowww

Oh thank god you came back to continue this amazing thing! What you're doing with the mythology is just perfect.

Hux/Ambition = OTP

+1000!

Finn deals with some guilt in this part. Gonna start unpacking his issues—and Poe's—soonish, I think. (And we're gonna get back to the details in the prompt too. Really want to deal with Finn's disillusionment in the Resistance.)

Finn and Rey are bedsharing, but this is still gen.

TW scary dreams. Kylo Ren.

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Finn’s back on Starkiller Base, on his hands and knees in the snow, and that’s his first clue that this is a dream.

The second clue is that Poe’s there too, unconscious, sprawled on his back next to Finn.

There’s a trail of bright red blood—as bright and red as Kylo Ren’s lightsaber—that twists and winds through the otherwise immaculate white snow.

Finn manages to push himself up onto his knees. When he makes an attempt to get to his feet, his legs buckle and he collapses back on his hands and knees.

“Poe. Poe.”

He tries to crawl closer, but suddenly he’s frozen in place. Finn tries desperately to lift a hand, to reach out and touch Poe, to reassure him that he’s not alone, but something’s not connecting. The impulses aren’t getting from Finn’s brain to his hand.

Dangerous, crackling energy hums all around him and he tries to move toward the sound, but he can’t. And now, he realizes why he can’t.

Red flashes at the edge of his line of sight. Suddenly, the tight grip on his muscles loosens, and Finn manages to turn just in time to see Kylo bring his lightsaber blade down.

Poe doesn’t make a sound.

—

Finn jerks awake, a silent scream dying in his throat, arms and legs flailing. He manages to fall out of the bed and land in a tangled heap on the floor, Rey’s comforter twisted around his legs.

She sits up slowly and peers down at him for a moment before offering him her hand. “Nightmare, huh.”

Finn accepts her hand and she hauls him back into bed. He carefully extracts himself from the comforter and smoothes his hands over it. “I—I dreamt about Poe.”

Rey squeezes his shoulder gently. “Would you…mind talking about it? It might help you to sort it out,” she says, “but if you don’t want to, that’s fine too.”

Finn grinds the heels of his hands into his eyes. “We were back on Starkiller,” he says. His throat is raw, as if he’d spent the last few hours screaming in his sleep. “Kylo Ren was there, and… I couldn’t help him. I couldn’t help Poe.”

Rey rubs her hand in slow, soothing circles on Finn’s back. “Finn,” she starts, but he shakes his head.

“It was the worst thing I’ve ever felt. Worse than getting cut down by Ren on Starkiller. I was scared then, sure, but I was scared for me.” Finn rubs his hands over his face. He’s only vaguely aware of Rey pressing her cheek against his shoulder.

“It wasn’t real,” she whispers.

“I should have—”

“There’s nothing we could have done, Finn.”

Her reassurances only make him angry—though not with Rey—and he doesn’t know why. Logically, somewhere deep inside, Finn even knows that Rey is right. The knowledge doesn't make him feel any better though. It doesn’t make him feel any less guilty.

“He needed me. I should have been able to feel that,” Finn says. Tears sting his eyes, threaten to spill over, and Finn’s mortified. He clutches the comforter in his hands and twists until he hears stitches pop. “What kind of Jedi am I, that I can’t even feel when someone I—I care about is in pain?”

Rey sighs, her breath warm against the side of his neck, but she doesn’t try to reassure him this time. He appreciates that she’s decided to let him be, for now. She just presses her cheek back against his shoulder and gets an arm around his waist.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

“What are you sorry for?” Finn asks, rubbing idly on her arm. The conversation he had with Poe in the medbay echoes in his mind.

“That I can’t make this better for you. That I can’t make this better for Poe.” She sighs again. “Master Luke will be here in a couple days. Maybe he might know what to do.”

Finn lets go of Rey settles back in bed. He stares up at the ceiling and listens to her quiet breathing. “I don’t think I can get back to sleep tonight,” he admits. “I think I’m gonna go check in on Poe… If it’s okay with you, I mean. I think—”

“It’s fine,” she tells him, stealing away the covers and burrowing under them. “I’m sure Poe’s not getting much sleep, himself. Go.”

“You’ll be all right?” he asks, sitting up beside her.

Rey rolls onto her stomach and pulls a pillow under her chin. “I’ll be all right.”

Finn gets out of bed, slides his feet into a pair of slippers, and pads down the corridor for Poe’s room.

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TBC

Fantastic, absolutly fantastic

This is an interesting prompt!

I want this.

YES

The AU I never knew I needed and now desperately want.

Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will your slave!

really want it!

+ 4

The doors to the refresher slide open, and Hux almost chokes at the sight of Kylo Ren, suddenly in his room, and inspecting the heel of one of Hux's boots.

"I see why you've left these on," Ren says, and even through the helmet his tone is mistakingly taunting.

"I see you're still barging in where you're not welcome," Hux snaps, recovering. He strides forward to grab back the boot, but it's yanked from his reach. Kylo Ren is holding it above his head, and Hux will not give him the pleasure of jumping for it. He settles for glowering.

"I never realized how short you really are. What else are you hiding?"

Hux feels his face grow warm. "Do you want something?"

Ren tosses the boot aside and reaches for his helmet. Hux hears the familiar hiss then Kylo Ren is staring him in the face with an expression that makes him want to blush even harder. "If I were here on business, I would have knocked."

"I'd like my boots back."

"You don't need them." Ren closes the gap between them and lays a hand atop Hux's head. "You're the right height on your knees."

Hux bats his infantilizing hand away. "You're a prick. I don't have time for this."

"You have time." Ren's hands are at his waist now, and Hux isn't sure if he should allow himself to be pulled closer. Show me what else you've been hiding."

Hux's face is burning again. He draws in a breath. "I rather prefer to give the orders."

"Not this time." Ren's grip tightens, fingers pressing through the heft of Hux's layered jacket. "Shall I make you show me?"

Hux shudders. Yes, make me, says the twitch of his dick in his pants, but the thought of actually saying it is mortifying. Ren's hands move to the clasps on his jacket and they fall open so fast Hux isn't sure he hadn't somehow used the Force to do it.

"Wait—"

"I want to see you." Ren yanks his jacket back, hard enough for Hux to feel a little like a rag doll. "I want to see what you're so ashamed of."

"Have you been poking around my head?" The look in Ren's eyes is too much; Hux has to look away. "

"I haven't had to. It's obvious." The jacket falls to the floor and Hux tries to catch Ren's hands as they head for his belt. Ren leans in close to his ear. "You're even nervous when I touch your cock. Afraid I'll realize how small it is?"

Hux cringes, wishing he could hide his face without losing what's left of his dignity. "E-excuse me for being average."

"'Average' is generous."

Hux's eyes start to sting. "As if you...if you have enough experience to—"

Ren shoves him away. "This is taking too long. Strip."

Hux's hands are shaking, but he finds himself dutifully gripping the bottom of his shirt. The cool air on his stomach feels foreign as he lifts it over his head, exposes himself. He's never liked undressing down to his skin. Never. He can't meet Ren's eyes when he says, "There."

"There isn't very much to you at all," Ren says. Amused, again. Hux is mortified and furious, pulling his shirt back on as fast as he can until something stops him. This time, he's sure it's the wretched Force. Ren's hand floats above his shoulder and Hux's shirt slides off his arms, falling to the floor. Then his belt snaps loose.

"Are your legs as scrawny as your arms?" Ren asks, and Hux draws in a breath as a hand pushes down his trousers and stops to toy with his embarrassingly hard cock.

"Don't worry," Ren says, so close his teeth graze Hux's ear. "I've always had an appreciation for miniatures."

"Fuck you."

"I'd have to undress for that, and I'm enjoying our current arrangement." Ren pulls off his gloves, then returns his touch to Hux's body; one hand on his stomach, one returning to between his legs. "Do you really hate it? To be seen like this? To be touched like this?"

The hand on Hux's stomach pinches and prods as the other makes him whimper.

"Stop," Hux says, but as Ren must know, he definitely doesn't mean it.

"You're weak," Ren says. The meaning floats ambiguously through Hux's head as Ren continues to stroke him. "You like being made to expose your pathetic form to me. You like how small your dick feels in my hand. You like that I could crush you like a doll."

Hux almost cries out. His legs are shaky, he's barely been touched, but he's close already... Suddenly, Ren draws back. Hux tries to grab at Ren's hands, but Ren catches both of his wrists in one hand and squeezes until it's painful.

"Tell me what you really want."

Hux's grits his teeth. "Don't...stop."

Ren's smirk burns him like a brand, but the touch returns. Hux's knees start to buckle, but Ren has him around the waist, holding him up while he strokes his cock with a grip that's almost too tight. Hux can hear himself panting; the position is mortifying, everything about this is mortifying, but he's going to come, just like this, with Ren drinking in his pathetic naked form...

Hux does cry out when his climax rips through his body, and again when Ren's hand keeps pumping. Hux gasps, willing himself to breathe again. He looks down to see his own hands gripping Ren's robes, the semen dripping from Ren's knuckles. His own scrawny legs.

For a moment, he'd forgotten he was naked.

Ren lets go of Hux then grabs Hux's shirt off the floor to wipe off his hands.

"You are a monster," Hux says, but it isn't that much of an insult.

Casually, Ren is donning his gloves again. He retrieves his helmet and replaces it on his head without another glance at Hux. "Goodbye, General," he says in his altered voice. "I hope to see you again soon. All of you."

For once, Hux can't think of a comeback.

(hey, nice prompt! hope you enjoy)

Oh, so good—Hux being so decadent with it. Nicely done!

I was very amused to read that it wasn't beta read because you have no friends. You're not alone in that boat :)
The story reads very well as it is, so don't let that be the reason not to post on AO3. I guarantee that I'll read it again once you post it there, be it the same version or an improved one.

This prompt is adorable.

Dearest OP & lovely, lengthy filler,
You are are magnificent, carry on.
Much Love,
Other Filler.

(This is amazing and if, as it seems, you have more to go, I look forward to savoring it. I loved how the beginning intertwined the fairytale-flashback-nightmare and then we get snatches of the clones. (OMG, 44 that wanted to live and 03 that wanted to die, aaaaaaaaaaah in the best of ways.) I also love the symmetry of both sides feeling their cause is Just because stories are usually told from only Only Our Side Is Just. Brendol's mother is the very best, holding parties that are really traitorous meetings, and how she is kind to Ben and probably knows very well the dual role of prize and helpmate, and how all of the giant rotations of political spheres is entirely above Ben's head but he knows who has been kind to him and he's just soaking it up like a sponge and trying not to mess it up. And how he's oddly educated having only the minds around him and stale programs to browse, and, and, and...)

(And entirely, *entirely* unrelated I now want a fic all about Brendol's mother because Brendol rhymes nicely with Grendel and as it turned out Grendel was only half so scary as his mom whether or not she's played by Angelina Jolie.)

OP here! so as soon as i saw this, i immediately jumped on it, and WOW THIS IS SO CUTE I NEED ABOUT TEN MILLION MORE OF THESE. family fluff feels get me right where it counts, ya know? i usually try to think up at least one single parent au for like every ship i have XD

OP here.
<3333 so glad you like, first filler!

And so glad you like mama Hux. I've always imagined the Hux's as either abusive/distant/manipulative father + depressed mother, or true!believer/admired/still evil father + manipulative/more evil/loves only baby Hux mother for some reason. And in this case, Hux needed a political backer to ascend the throne, and a helping mother figure to further control Ben. So manipulative mama it is.

Mama is just helping her darling baby boy get a stronger holder over the unstable force user who may be missing his own mama. So unstable, but so useful and oddly adorable. And he helps Brendol take lunch almost everyday and sleep more regularly too! No no Ben you don't need your own mama, mama Hux is all you need.

Also yay at the feeling of Ben not being quite all there carried through. He is mostly trying protect his own finally comfortable status quo right now, even if he doesn't quite understand that either.

(Darn I wish I know how to write Brendol's mother in a longer standalone. She is probably scarier than Brendol.)

Hope you enjoy it.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5957656

Yuup, I really would like to see this!

seconded!

**

The assassins in black dropped into the throne room like giant birds of prey, each one hiding behind an inhuman mask, finally here to carry out their last and final directive.

They had Ben’s height, Ben’s broad shoulders. Ben did not have their muscle mass, their combat training or experience.

They all wielded the force with a deliberate viciousness that Ben did not possess (Ben’s viciousness was often accidental), eagles and vultures to the awkward and gangly waterfowl that was Ben.

They came so suddenly and without warning. The Imperial bodyguards had their blaster fire deflected right back at themselves. The Stormtroopers standing at attention crumpled inside their own armors. Even Moff Phasma, who got off one lucky shot in all the confusion, was thrown bodily against an onyx pillar. The officers and councilmen scattered, some by their own cowardice, others flung violently by the Force.

Hux ducked behind the throne, dragging Ben (who woke extra early that day, and insisted that it was a ‘Take Ben to work day’ despite his stomachache) with him, and drew his own blaster, little good this would do for him against so many Force users, each of them a shadow crept forth from the past.

But Ben, absent-minded, impulsive, stupid as ever Ben, made Hux loosen his grip on his skinny arm, and stepped out into the open.

“Well pfassk, so it was a disturbance in the Force that gave me that stomachache all last week, instead of the seasonal flu I usually get this time of the year… Eh… Hello RN-0089 to RN-0112, with a few missing in the middle,” waved Ben at the flock of Kylo Rens. “Wow this is the first time I’ve met any of you with an over 0100 serial number face to face. How exciting!”

Ben was unsteady on his feet, for the lack of big toes took away his balance. Ben could not even grip a spoon or pen easily, never mind a weapon of any sort, for the opposable digit was ever so crucial to tool use. And Ben would never have the musculature he so envied in others, a lifetime of malnutrition behind him, no matter how Hux and his mother fed him, and Phasma yelled at him in her private gym.

But when the RN units, no, the much hated Kylo Rens (Ben was here first, and Hux was Ben’s keeper. Ben’s!) that Hux occasionally dreamed of now and again in fear and anger, sometimes in regret and frustration, and very rarely, in lust, all raised their sabers and tightened their semi-circle around Ben and the throne behind him, Ben touched the collar around his neck (with the shock function removed, and hand-inscribed carefully with ‘Ben, ward of the estate of Brendol Hux II’ in the Emperor’s flowing cursive, instead of the clinical block letters of ‘RN-0000, property of the New Galactic Empire’), and felt a flow of strength rushing into his core, light and dazzling, dark and empowering.

And the Force was with him fully, this child descended of the Force itself.

**

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