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OH YES

>"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."

you're a national treasure, anon.

I basically thought about this prompt non-stop for probably a whole weekend? It took me a really long time to hammer out though, mostly because it's a lot fucking longer than what I'm used to writing.

Read it on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5964469 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/5964469)

Well I was looking for a title, and thought of Cuckoos. But then why Cuckoos in the title with no birds in the story?
> Commencing shoehorning birds everywhere, everywhere!

(All the Rens have almost full self awareness, until *ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL* or have pre-input instructions. Each one is a bit different depending on when they have been released to the wild. 0003 and 0044 lived with normal people the longest, and thus were the most 'normal'. And since they are all Ren, they are actually mostly little shits to one another.)

ah ha ha thank you!

(dark AU? But this is a fluffy AU. Look at how fluffy Ben's hair is. Look at ittttt.)

Squee

Love the world building

ILU

Nice

Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5966053

I am very sorry that I didn't work Mama Leia in, I had to wrap this up--if anyone wants to do a sequel where she makes everything better and Finn cries on her shoulder for three hours I would kiss that person.

I can't believe I stopped checking up on the drabbles and missed this excellent ficlet. This is seriously brilliant, author anon, and I hope you're still around to see this comment.

Things got a little more serious, but it's still pretty silly.

Everything is vaguely pre-Finn/Poe and pre-Finn/Rey (and possibly pre-OT3) , and you could definitely consider this shipless gen, but the ~intent~ was there.

Later that evening, after Rey’s had her daily lessons with Master Luke, Rey makes her way to Finn’s room. They have this thing—Rey’s not really sure when it became a thing but it’s a thing now—where Rey brings her blanket and a pillow and curls up with Finn in bed and they listen to imported music on Finn’s holoplayer.

Sometimes there’s cuddling. Rey really likes the cuddling. Finn’s a very good cuddler.

When she lets herself into Finn’s room, blanket trailing behind her like a cape, and waves a hand to turn on the lights, she finds herself face to face with the most terrible sight she’s ever seen.

Finn has the holoplayer out already, which isn’t the terrible part.

The terrible part is she’s been replaced. Replaced by Poe kriffing Dameron.

Poe’s curled around Finn in bed, in Rey’s spot, listening to the music that had been, up until this point, for her ears only. For a split second, Rey feel like she’s back on Jakku and that monster Unkar Plutt has just swindled her out of a week’s worth of portions. Again.

Rey throws her blanket and pillow down on the ground and the door slams shut with the force of her anger. She pushes away the nagging whisper of Master Luke’s voice at the back of her brain, urging her not to give in to her rage. Everything in her churns and aches and burns. Anger and jealousy twist in her blood like writhing snakes, wind around her like vines.

“That way lies the Dark Side!” comes the ghosty echo of Master Luke’s voice, which is not nearly as effective as the real deal.

“Blast off, Master Luke. Nobody asked you,” Rey mutters, pushing up the sleeves of her tunic and stomping over to Finn and Poe.

“Rey, what’s going on?” Finn asks, sitting up in bed as straight as a durasteel beam.

“Hey, Rey,” Poe says with phony cheer.

“That is my spot,” Rey says, pointing at the spot on Finn’s bed that Poe’s currently occupying. “And you’re listening to my favorite station! And you’re stealing my favorite person! I won’t have it!”

Poe sits up too and blink rapidly at her, shakes his head a little. “Wait, what? What’s going on here?”

“You know what’s going on. Don’t play dumb, Poe. You may look the part, but I know you’re not that much of a milf-mooker,” Rey says, putting her hands on her hips. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Uh, not exactly. Maybe you could fill us both in,” Poe says, glancing nervously at Finn. Finn just shrugs unhelpfully and waves his hands at the two of them. Poe looks back at Rey.

Rey clenches her hands into fists and presses them firmly against her thighs. The vines twist even more tightly around her.

“Finn is my friend,” she says slowly. It’s a struggle to remain calm. “He’s my first friend, really. My only friend.” She takes a deep breath, counts backwards from ten in her head before continuing. “You can’t steal him from me. I won’t let you. He’s the only one I have.”

Poe’s eyes widen for a moment—in shock?—and then narrow at her. “You think I’m trying to steal Finn away from you?” he asks.

“Yes! Isn’t that what you’re doing? You’re always competing. Trying to one-up me! Like the other night with the tank top and the messy hair and the artful lounging and the completely unsubtle nudging. You’re as see-through as transparisteel!” Rey glares at him and clenches her jaw until it begin to ache.

“I know what’s going on here,” Poe says, pushing himself out of the bed.

“Poe, you don’t have to g—” Finn tries to get up after him, which burn in Rey’s gut, but Poe just turns and waves him off.

“I’m not going anywhere, Finn. We’re gonna sort this out,” he says, turning back to Rey. He’s wearing a shirt with actual sleeves, which is a vast improvement form the other day. He folds his besleeved arms across his chest. “First of all, I’m not trying to steal Finn away from you.”

“Okay. That seems like a lie, but okay,” Rey says. “Continue.”

“Second of all, Finn’s more than capable of having more than one friend,” Poe goes on, and he actually has the audacity to smile at her.

Rey’s fingers itch for her quarterstaff. She’d love to knock that smug smile off his face.

“And, third of all, he’s not your only friend here,” Poe says.

Rey frowns, pausing in the midst of curling her hands around a phantom staff. She flattens her clammy palms on her trousers. “What do you mean?”

“I’d like to be your friend too, if you want. Actually, I thought we were friends, but I didn’t know you were holding all this—” Poe gestures at her and waggles his fingers near her face “—pent-up hostility towards me. Plus, any friend of mine is a friend of yours. Jessika, Snap, Iolo, Karé, Nien Nunb. They’re a good bunch, and they’ve always got your back. You’ve practically got an army behind you, Rey. If you want it, it’s yours.”

Everything in Rey goes still. The churning anger, the small, tugging ache in her chest, the flare of jealousy sitting low in her gut. All of it suddenly goes quiet. The vines loosen and fall away.

“You want to be my friend?” she asks, startling herself at how small and childlike she sounds.

How vulnerable. How utterly embarrassing.

She’s reminded of a little girl—hair in three buns, grimy white tunic and bandages wound around her arms—left on an unforgiving desert planet, wailing for a family she’d never see again.

Rey feels like that girl again. Like her wounds have been reopened.

But when she looks at Poe and then Finn, who’s gotten out of the bed to join him, she doesn’t think this scraped-raw feeling is necessarily a bad thing.

“You’re not alone anymore,” Finn says, gazing intently at her, his dark eyes softening as he looks at her. He holds a hand out to her, palm turned up, fingers beckoning.

Poe extends a hand too.

Rey looks at both their hands, at their strong fingers and their lined palms. She looks at her own hands, callused and scarred, the hands of a scavenger. Someone used to a life of loneliness.

She reaches out and grabs their hands, and Finn and Poe pull her into a warm embrace.

**

The pampered lapdog was a terrifying hell-hound all along. How formidable and calculating the man who held its leash and sat the throne.

So circulated the new rumor amongst the upper echelons of the New Empire.

**

When Ben woke up in medical two weeks later, Hux was sitting by his side.

His dropped the report in his hand as Ben stirred, and stood to lean over the bed.

Ben’s wide and watery brown eyes looked into blue-green eyes that were a little red and watery themselves, eyes that traced over the little moles on Ben’s face, Ben’s pale neck and torso, Ben’s new and only facial scar bisecting his too long nose, dragging all the way across his face to cut off the tip of his left ear.

Ben’s wide and watery brown eyes got wider and darker as Hux leaned down to kiss him on his too soft mouth.

This was not Hux’s usual, normal touch (someone somewhere long ago taught Ben what was a normal touch. Someone somewhere long ago). There was a stirring of something other than possession and fondness in Hux. Usually this was the cue for Ben to throw whoever was touching him into the opposite wall. But Hux was not whoever, so Ben held still and smiled at him instead.

“I am the last RN unit now,” said Ben when Hux turned his attention to map the moles on Ben’s cheek, Ben’s jaw, Ben’s neck.

“No, there is no first or last of you. There is only one of you. There is only you, Ben.” Hux took Ben’s left hand and kissed each of his boney fingers, and lingered on the smoothed scar tissue where a thumb should be. He would have kissed Ben’s right hand too, but there was only a cauterized stump where an arm once was.

**

Ben was introduced to many new sort of touches in the next few weeks. He was not averse to these touches. Hux was a good teacher in this as he was in many other things.

And Ben would be a good boy and learn to like this.

Hux was so slow and careful and very warm, and Ben was burning, burning up in the older man’s arms.

**

Hux was usually very direct in his more carnal recreations (when was the last time he had fraternized with anyone? Before his promotion to Moff, for sure), but he was slow and careful with Ben. The man was both afraid of breaking Ben to even more pieces, and very fond of his own continued existence (those who really stressed Ben out usually found themselves afflicted with a sudden increase in velocity only to come to an even more sudden stop).

Hux was surprised when Ben mewled and told him in breathless gasps how warm Hux felt. No one had ever described Hux as a warm creature before. Just like his Starkiller Base, he ever only knew how to leech vitality and warmth from others all his life.

**

“I can wiggle them!” Ben exclaimed, pointing at his new toes with his new hand, after flexing his new thumb and waving his new arm (the new hand came with a thumb too, how novel).

“Yes, that was rather the point,” Hux deadpanned.

Since we are getting you a new arm, we might as fix the rest of it too, Hux had said.

Ben couldn’t understand why Hux felt so much guilt.

Also Ben was so going to get a lightsaber now somehow, one just like the heroic but tragic Lord Darth Vader’s!

(As soon as he learned how to use these thumbs.)

**

When Ben got somewhat proficient with his new prosthetics and changed balance, Hux took him riding. An old aristocratic pastime, he said. Ben was excited to learn yet another new skill, and Hux was a good and patient instructor, when the pupil was suitable.

The first two days were great. The gualamas were majestic but kind-tempered beasts, and in their large brown eyes Ben saw kindred souls. And the crushed grass was soft and fragrant beneath Ben, as Hux gently pushed him down under a fruit laden tree, his breath tasting faintly of black tea, his of honeyed milk, their riding jackets strewn across the glade.

But on the third day, Hux led Ben on a trail that winded into the forest at the edge of the summer palace.

Ben bit his lips and soldiered on, because that’s what Hux had asked him to do. But Ben was weak and feeble and unworthy, and he slid off his gualama friend to curl into a ball at the root of a tree. The forest brought the dark, and the dark would take Ben away.

Hux leapt off his own steed, and squatted down besides Ben, unmindful of the moss that stained his impeccable riding suit.

Look, said the Emperor to his vicious guard dog (too soft to be an attack dog), his broken pet bird (he’d rather have him broken and dependent than whole and flown away. But his arm, oh his arm. And his face, his face. Any deeper and it would have… Hux was so, so sorry), look at how green the leaves above us and berry shrubs around us, how flickering the motes and pollens dancing in the beams of sunlight. And look, I am here with you.

Ben looked up at the patches of sunlight and shadow on Hux’s hair, just like how he looked up from his cell at this vivid red hair, this pallid and serious face all those years ago (the first face he saw, on the day he finally started living his own life, instead of through snippets of impressions from his clones), now seeing premature gray sneaking up on the bright temples, more frown lines dignifying the beloved face (and some laugh lines too, Ben had put them there himself), slight sunburn on the bridge of that familiar nose, and realized there was light in the forest too.

Light and dark, dark and light, one to invite the curious into the unknown, the other to light their way, always here in the forest, no matter how deep one goes.

Both also always in Ben all along, from before he could ever remember.

**

The Light called out to Ben, and Ben let it fill him with warmth. The Dark enticed Ben, and Ben was no longer afraid. Ben looked at the clear winter sunlight glinting in Hux’s wind-ruffled hair, and bent down to hide his face in the shoulder of the Emperor’s dark greatcoat. Ben’s heart had never been so full before.

The scholars in Hux’s employ didn’t know what to make of Ben, a user of Forces Light and Dark. Was he a Sith? A Jedi? Hux scoffed at their puzzlement. Why agonize over such outdated mysticisms? Why confine yourself to one side of the same coin? Ben was Ben, and the Force a useful tool no matter what you called it.

**

Somewhere in a system far, far away, an elderly woman called out to Ben, her silver hair carefully braided upon her head, her eyes full of sorrow. Despite her age, she was beautiful, just like Hux’s mother was beautiful. But one was soft where the other was full of edges, intelligent and kind where the other was shrewd and self-serving. Yet the look in her eyes were identical to those of Lady Hux’s, when the Lady looked at her son.

But Ben did not care, for he did not know the woman. He did not know the woman like he knew Hux (he had lost her long ago, when he snapped RN-0010’s neck and felt not sorry at all. And he had lost more and more since, with each bloodied step he so carelessly took. He dared not call back to her and risk losing Hux too). So he ignored her, and rolled over to bury himself in the redhead’s arms. The man had promised to take him riding and shooting tomorrow, to stress-test his upgraded prosthetic arm, and Ben needed a full night of sleep for that.

**

Timeline and Bonus omake to follow

...is it bad that I want Brenda to make Paloma cry? And for Kyllia to be aroused by it? sorry this is so my jam im fantasizing (tmi bye)

poor phasma tho :( be mean to everyone but her, hux!

just discovered this fill
literally on the edge of my seat for more
ugh you just KNOW poe will go all out with his 'devotion

author!anon

More is on its way! (At some point soon. Writing is currently a struggle.)

Poe's gonna pull out all the top. Or at least he'll try. :D

I could have read a million on these!! I loved each part; they were hilarious and the feelings were relatable! (:

Thank you for writing this!!

seconded!

how did I miss this on my first read through?!

thirded! or fourthed. counting is hard.

I want to take this whole fic, smush it just a bit together to get a good grip, and hug it.
I love how Hux becomes dependent on wanting to please Ben reciprically. And that point in the earlier chapter when he refuses to drink, just to prove Ben wrong. Sigh. I love how they gradually work further into Ben's problems and fix or address them one by one. Poor Ben, he has to lose the rest of the hand to get a thumb. (So worth it, he thinks.)

Loved how Ben fills kinship with the riding beasts. And how Hux has more than just frown lines.

And poor Leia. And Ben knows more than he is willing to examine...

Not intended to be pressure, but I was wondering if you'll be posting to Ao3 later? I would like to bookmark, though I suppose I could do an outside bookmark...

-other filler

*finds* kinship.

OH MY GOOOOD THIS IS TOO SWEET
I can't wait for the last bit. Finn is just wonderful.

Awwwwwwwww! *pinches Rey's cheeks forever*

No the OP, but thanks for a such wonderful story, I've loved it from start to finish.

A!A here. :D Thank you, OP! For the prompt and your nice comments! And yes, I'll admit, I made myself laugh when I wrote that part.

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FILL: "the hands that hold, the hands that cut"

Re: Many Cuckoos in the Nest [6]

Re: Many Cuckoos in the Nest [6]

Re: Fill: Rey/Darth Maul - Grey!Rey (2/2)

Re: fill: every force evolves a form, 2/2

Re: [FILL] Hux/Ren, Hux shields himself from Ren's mind reading

Re: [FILL] Hux/Ren, Hux shields himself from Ren's mind reading

[Fill] Fraud in a Field of Poppies

Re: Fill: Rey/Darth Maul - Grey!Rey (2/2)

Re: Fill: Crossover ficlet - Final Fantasy VI

[FILL] Petty Poe/Rey friendship (Rey&Finn, Rey&Poe) 5/5

Many Cuckoos in the Nest [7]

Re: fill: what glass splinters lie so deep in your mind 2/? (now with kylux garnish)

Re: fill: what glass splinters lie so deep in your mind 2/? (now with kylux garnish)

Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 8/?

Re: [FILL] Finn/Poe, Yavin 4 sexy warrior traditions 8/?

Re: [FILL] Petty Poe/Rey friendship (Rey&Finn, Rey&Poe) 5/5

Re: Finn/Poe, role-play!Kylo torture, bdsm

Re: Kylo/Hux, Finn/Poe, Pava/Rey- modernAU, couples counselling (TW for PTSD)

Re: Many Cuckoos in the Nest [7]

Re: Many Cuckoos in the Nest [7]

Re: FILL: Kylo/[Finn]: expectations vs reality [3/4]

Re: [FILL] Petty Poe/Rey friendship (Rey&Finn, Rey&Poe) 5/5

Re: SHORT FILL - Kylo/Hux - dat coat