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Jango Boba.

NGL I am super weak for the idea of tall, hatchet-faced Beth Organa stomping around with that crackling, fucked up lightsaber

Unf, me too. Whoever fills this will be my hero.

A sadder take on the (excellent) prompt a few pages back about Rey/Finn/Poe asking their mentors for relationship advice. Rey's hardly had any adults in her life, and Luke is kind of patient with her, so she starts asking him what to do about her feelings for Finn and/or Poe. Only Luke ~~has been pining for his sister and her husband for 30 years~~ blames his attatchments for everything that happened with Kylo and her questions drag up feeling he's tried very hard to forget.

+ he tries to (very awkwardly) help Rey anyway
++ he accidentally gives really good advice
+++ he decides that maybe solitude isn't all that and they join the resistance so Rey can see her boyfriend(s) and Luke sorts things out with his sister and her actually-not-dead-husband

seconded

Damn, yes. seconding.

This is lovely.

Well, as lovely as it can be to make someone loved suffer something horrible. And poor Rey for getting them too.

Thank you for writing this.

(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

OP here saying that perfect fill is perfect

:') Thank you, op

I want to try a proper fill when I have time, probably over the weekend, I'll let you know how that works out!

Set pre-TFA. I didn't get around to Phasma and Zack commiserating because, well, Zack's dead. :(

I apologize for everything in advance.

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The door slid open on a gangly young man with fair hair and glasses. "Hi," he said, not quite meeting Hux’s eyes. "I’m Matt the radar technician. I’m a radar technician."

There was nothing technically insubordinate about that, but Hux was aware that it was somewhat irregular for a superior officer to demand to have a radar technician sent to his private quarters, and that it was even more irregular for a superior officer to actually have a radar in his private quarters. But it was also irregular for someone of Hux’s age to be made general, and put in command of the First Order’s greatest weapon, and he would not be ashamed of his close attention to detail and constant vigilance. Engineering could have their harmless little jokes.

He gestured to the console, with its blank screen. "I would say it has been jammed, but I’ve been assured that the one on deck is functioning perfectly." The technician jumped somewhat guiltily; he’d been looking around the room with ill-disguised curiosity instead, his gaze lingering a second too long on the bed, and tracking back to it once or twice, even as he made the walk over to the desk where Hux was sitting. He dumped his bag at Hux’s feet and knelt to zip it open and extract a pair of tools.

"Aren’t you going to see what’s wrong with it first?" Hux asked.

The man’s head snapped up, something flashing in his eyes, and then his gaze redirected to somewhere around Hux’s midsection. "Whatever’s wrong with it, I’ll need these to get the panel off."

"Ah," said Hux. "Then continue, please." Insubordinate, but efficient, then. And not stupid. And while there was, in fact, a broken radar in his bedroom, it was clear that Matt would not mind servicing something else, and it had been a long time, and he liked the look of his mouth.

A wrench clattered to the floor. Matt swore softly, retrieved it, and stood. Hux pushed his chair back far enough to give him space.

Matt tapped at the screen. "It’s a display issue," he said. "You’ve, uh. Lost the bleeps, the creeps, and the sweeps."

Hux considered reprimanding him for using slang instead of the correct technical terminology, but he’d hardly have understood that either, and as once the… bleeps, creeps and sweeps were restored, he was intending to be rather informal himself, it would have been hypocritical and counter-productive, so he said nothing and just enjoyed the view of the man’s back as he removed the maintenance panel, and bent into the machine’s innards.

"I have a service call from Kylo Ren after this," Matt said, voice echoing metallically. The mention of Ren didn’t entirely sour the view for Hux, but he did feel a flare of annoyance.

"I don’t know why," Matt continued. "I mean, they say Darth Vader was a mechanical genius even when he was a little kid, and part of that was the Force, so Kylo Ren could probably fix whatever’s wrong with his radar himself." There was another clanging sound and the display came back to life. Hux got to his feet.

Matt was still talking to himself as he fit the panel back into place. "I don’t know, maybe he’s just lonely—"

"Can we not," said Hux, his hands settling on Matt’s wrists, his mouth brushing the back of his neck, "talk about Kylo Ren?"

Matt swallowed, and shut up.

"Thank you." He ran his hands down Matt’s arms and bit his way up Matt’s neck until Matt’s hair fell off. He started back in surprise, and Matt dropped the tools almost simultaneously.

"You—" Matt made to turn around, but Hux was faster, blocking his body in and using one hand to push Matt against the console’s side before he brushed the fall of black curls away from Matt’s face with the other. Matt was blushing, but he still turned his face into the touch. "Why do you wear a wig?"

"This isn’t a regulation haircut. Sir." That was definitely insubordination.

"Oh," said Hux, running his hand down Matt’s back and around his front, "you’re a bit of a rebel, aren’t you?" He squeezed, and Matt jolted backwards into him with a wordless cry. "Or quite more than a bit, it appears."

"I’m a radar technician."

Hux ground against him with half a laugh. "Of course you are." He began grappling with that stupid vest.

"Let me," said Matt, his hands pushing Hux’s away for one infuriating second. He squirmed around, and Hux found himself practically nose to nose with the man. Matt shrugged out of his vest and tossed it to the floor, and then, meeting Hux’s eyes for what was possibly the first time, he cupped Hux’s face, leaned the last few centimeters forward, and kissed him, equal parts awkward and ardent.

Hux allowed it, and took advantage of having his hands free to draw down the zipper on the jumpsuit as far as it would go and caress the bulge in Matt’s briefs underneath, getting a little more tooth in the kiss than he thought Matt had intended. When Matt finally broke the kiss, he was panting and grinning dazedly.

It was a good look on him. Hux grabbed a handful of his hair and gave him a short, swift kiss. "Turn back around."

For a split second he thought Matt was going to disobey him, but then his eyes shifted away again, first to the bed and then to the floor, and he swallowed, as if remembering who and where he was, and he did it. Hux pulled and pushed the jumpsuit off his shoulders, then down over his hips, taking his underwear with it. With that out of the way, he trailed his fingers up over Matt’s thighs, enjoying the shudder, and relishing the moan when he cupped Matt’s balls in one hand and circled his cock with the other. "You’ll like this," he said, impulsively, inanely, as if Matt didn’t already know, wasn’t already pumping into his fist with choked off little cries, even as he crossed his arms and braced them against the side of the console in anticipation.

Hux took a moment to admire the long line of Matt’s back, the obvious strength in his shoulders and thighs, the curve of his arse. He was in ridiculously good shape for a tech. Who would have expected this to be hiding under that hideous suit?

"I have to get—"

Matt leaned forward, his forehead against the back of his hands and his face hidden between his arms. "There’s a—ah!—tub of moisturizer on the desk."

He didn’t remember leaving that out, but at least that momentary lapse meant he didn’t have to walk back over to the bed. This planet’s infernal winters were at least good for something.

Before opening the moisturizer Hux took the time to undo his flies, and regretted it almost immediately, because the noise Matt made when he sunk two fingers into him was incredible. He wasn’t sure how long he’d last, but the discomfort of keeping his cock in his trousers might have given him more time.

Or he might have come in his pants when he added a third finger and Matt choked out, "Please." As it was Hux got his fingers out and his cock in as fast as humanly possible, only to go still at Matt’s strangled half-moan, half-yelp. He held Matt still, flush and flushed against him, while he breathed through his nose and tried to think of the least enticing things he could. The New Republic’s election cycle. Those disgusting Ewok dolls. Kylo Ren.

Slowly he resumed jerking Matt off, and it seemed he could feel every twitch of reaction, every heavy inhale and exhale, the inferno of his skin and the softness of the hair that brushed his face. He liked the hair, as un-regulation as it was. Maybe later he’d get a chance to gather it all in his hands, to—

He snapped his hips forward, and Matt sobbed. All the unarousing thoughts in the galaxy couldn’t have helped him last long with the way Matt reacted to his touch, or the noise he made when he came, and Hux grabbed the man’s hips with both hands and gave a few final thrusts.

He pressed a line of soft kisses along Matt’s shoulder before pulling out. Matt seemed somewhat sentimental, the type to appreciate such gestures, and Hux wasn’t particularly averse to a little tenderness. He wiped himself off with a handkerchief, and then Matt, and reached around to make sure nothing had landed on the console.

It took Matt a little longer to recover. He slowly tugged up his underwear and then the jumpsuit, shooting glances at Hux from behind that curtain of ridiculous hair. His face looked a little wet under the glasses, and Hux found that he wanted to taste it.

Instead he said, "Surely you’re not finished here," and watched Matt flush again as he fumbled his identification pin back on. He looked torn; he clearly wanted to stay, and yet—

"I’m already late for that service call. Sir."

"Service call?" Hux asked, dropping back into the chair and pulling his gloves back on.

"Kylo Ren?" Matt prompted. "His radar is broken."

Hux snorted. "His everything is broken. Why bother trying to fix it?"

He’d expected Matt, insubordinate as he was, to find that amusing, but Matt blinked at him once or twice, spun on his heel, and hurried out the door, fixing his wig as he went.

(Of course, several hours later, Kylo Ren slaughtered Lieutenant Colonel Zack and two dozen of his Stormtroopers and support staff for no discernible reason, then stormed off the base in a huff, as if to prove that when Hux thought the Knight of Ren had ruined his day, he hadn’t even gotten started. Honestly, he had no idea what was wrong with the man.)

ugh, i love this scenario.

Oh that would perfect! just imagine:

"No, master, it's definitely a Force bond -- I can't stop thinking about him."

"Yes, that is also something that happens when you have a crush."

"But I dream about him and feel drawn to him on the battlefield!"

"That's still a crush."

///

"It's a crush, my apprentice, you'll get over it."

"I'm a Sith! I don't get 'crushes'. I just think we should turn her."

"Because you have a crush on her."

"No! Because our powerful Force-bond will be a useful tool. How else do you explain my constant hyper-awareness of her?"

that's it that's the prompt
THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER

+ it's a serious fic about loyalty and service to the First Order
++ Hux and Phasma approve of this loyal pairing

This was really hot, and almost a little poignant there at the end.

lol ok so i actually wrote this w/o seeing the prompt but hopefully it satisfies you until someone gets all your details in one fill (or i get to chapter 2????). originally posted on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5758456

***

“I’m… 90 percent sure Matt is Kylo Ren,” said the First Order officer, as the stormtroopers around him nodded in agreement. At the moment, “Matt” the “Radar Technician” was kicking a trash can around the break room after learning that the cafeteria had run out of dark chocolate pudding, and only had vanilla.

“I reject the light,” Matt yelled, beating the trash can into splinters with his wrench. “I accept only the darkness!”

The First Order officer discreetly lowered the spoon from his own dark chocolate pudding, and hurriedly hid it on his tray as he stood up to leave. If Matt was Kylo Ren—and, well, he pretty obviously was—he definitely didn’t want to be there when he discovered the cafeteria was also out of chocolate milk.

***

“Who are you?” snapped General Hux, head whipping towards the crouched technician who’d just audibly scoffed. He’d never seen the man before, and he certainly wasn’t the normal radar tech assigned to the main control room—an assignment that usually required top clearance, as anyone present in the room could overhear all the details of their plots. Ever since FN-2187 had betrayed the First Order and, embarrassingly, cast doubt over the legitimacy of Hux’s stormtrooper program, he’d been especially careful to keep an eye on the lower-tiered workers. Plus, he didn’t want to give the insufferable Kylo Ren another opportunity to make him look bad in front of Snoke.

“Who are you?” he repeated, as the tech slowly rose to his full height. Behind him, an officer cleared her throat as though to speak, but another officer touched her on the shoulder and waved her off, as though to say… let’s wait and see where this goes.

“I’m Matt… the radar technician,” he muttered in a low voice, seeming to pointedly avoid Hux’s gaze. There was something familiar about his eyes, even hidden behind large, wire glasses that emphasized the proportions of the man’s long, narrow face.

“Well, Matt the radar technician,” Hux sneered, “did you have something to add to our discussion, or is your current task simply too difficult for you to finish silently?”

Matt stared at the floor with an intensity that suggested he was about to burn through it with his eyes, jaw clenched, chest heaving as though he were concealing some intense inner physical reaction. Finally, he spoke.

“If you destroy the droid, General,” he said in a slow, calculated tone, “you destroy our one chance to find Skywalker before the Resistance does. They could have made additional copies of the map, which would put us at an insurmountable disadvantage.”

Hux narrowed his eyes at the technician. He was… right.

“I… yes,” said Hux, confused. “Yes. He’s—what was your name again?”

“Matt the radar technician,” he muttered again, as though the entirety of that phrase were his full, given name.

“Matt is… Matt is right,” announced Hux, still in semi-disbelief. “Send your troops to recover the droid, but do not destroy it,” he informed the officer next to him, who nodded and walked off to inform the assigned unit.

“And Matt,” he added, “come to my office later. I want to… discuss some things with you.”

***

Kylo paused at the entrance to Hux’s office. Though they’d been working side-by-side under Snoke for years, he’d never seen—or, really, wanted to see—the inside of his room. And he’d certainly never come close to being invited. Kylo tugged the blond wig flat against his head and wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He knocked on the door, which whirred open.

Hux shifted his attention from the papers on his desk, and looked up at him. He stood up and gestured towards a chair in front of the desk.

“Thank you for coming, Matt,” he said. “Please, sit.” Kylo shuffled towards the chair, careful not to make direct eye contact with the General as they sat down. He subtly surveyed the room, which was, as he expected, incredibly tidy—though he smiled smugly as he noted a single tray on the desk was slightly askew.

“I was very impressed with your contributions today, Matt,” said Hux, resting his elbows on the desk and lacing his fingers together. “Have you given any thought as to your desired career path within the First Order?” Kylo swallowed hard.

“I’m… a radar technician?” he said, haltingly. He’d never paid much attention to the lowly workers on the ship, and had no idea what type of hopes and dreams such a peon would have. Until this project, in fact, he’d never really even considered them as individual people.

“Yes, yes,” Hux said, standing from his chair and moving towards the front of the desk, towards Kylo. Hux leaned back on the desk as he continued addressing him. “I certainly understand if you enjoy your current position, but I’d encourage you to look upwards. You have great potential.” Kylo clenched his jaw and nodded. After Snoke’s abusive training methods, however, it did feel nice to have someone acknowledge the value of his skills in a positive way. Even if it was Hux.

“For instance,” continued Hux, “I am in need of assistant counsel for the upcoming strategy meeting. I thought you might be interested in attending with me.” Kylo looked up at the General, though now Hux seemed to be the one avoiding Kylo’s gaze.

Kylo knew he couldn’t attend as Matt—Kylo’s own presence, of course, would be expected in the meeting—but he was thrilled that his character had already been entrusted with such responsibility. Clearly Hux could recognize true talent, when his silly biases weren’t in the way. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“I will certainly consider it,” said Kylo, a smile dangerously close to cracking at the edges of his mouth. Hux continued looking off into the distance, though Kylo noticed his eyes flickering towards him occasionally, testing him.

“Of course, to work as assistant counsel, I’d need you to remain on call at all hours in case something came up,” said Hux. “So you likely couldn’t maintain any existing external romantic interactions.” Kylo once again saw Hux’s eyes flash down to him for a moment. “If that applies to you.”

Kylo’s breath hitched in his chest. Was he—was Hux asking what it sounded like he was asking? He looked up at Hux, whose cheeks were flushed pink.

“No, I—I’m not… interacting with anyone,” he said. Kylo looked down at his hands as he felt his own cheeks warming uncomfortably. “Currently,” he added.

“Good, great, excellent,” said Hux in an uncomfortable staccato, standing up suddenly and clearing his throat. “If you could alert me to your decision at your earliest convenience, I would appreciate it.” He reached his arm towards Kylo and let it hover hesitantly for a moment, finally patting him briefly on the shoulder. Hux then retreated back behind the desk and nodded curtly as he sat down, adjusting his eyes back onto his papers with laser focus. “You are dismissed.”

Kylo stood slowly from the chair, heart thumping in his chest, not entirely sure what had just transpired. “Thank you, Hu—er, General,” he corrected. Hux seemed determined not to look up at him again, so Kylo exited the office and emerged into the bright hallway outside.

The strategy meeting wasn’t until next week, he recalled. Kylo considered his options as he paced the hallway, stormtroopers dodging out of his way despite his impeccable disguise.

He could keep up the charade for another week, he supposed.

Oh god this was fantastic. I was already rolling when the wig came off. You made it hot and funny, and gave the perfect description of Kylo in one sentence: "His everything is broken. Why bother trying to fix it?" Amazing!

Thank you so much! I do actually.

Oh, I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for prompting it & giving me a chance to write it.

The link is not working :(

Ooops, here we go: http://archiveofourown.org/users/visiblemarket

thank you a lot!

This is snapshots-anon, I hope you enjoy this fill OP !

(i'm bad at calculating so the age of the students according to the timeline is probably all screwed up sorry – the snapshots being out of order in the timeline probably didn't help)

(english isn't my first language so there's probably a lot of mistakes, I apologize in advance for them and hope that it won't prevent you from reading this)

- - -

10. Ben Solo

Luke waved at his sister and Han and tried to ignore the feeling of betrayal and anger flashing through him. He knew that those feelings weren't his. He turned to his nephew who was standing next to him and staring despondently at his parents' back.

Luke suddenly felt exhausted. Ben had been at the Academy for 2 years now and still nothing seemed to have changed. He was still angry at him, at his parents, at the world. He still isolated himself from the other students. Luke still didn't know what to do or what had gone wrong.

He remembered his nephew when he was five as an happy if slightly clingy toddler. He remembered him 5 years later as an angry, sad child.

He had done everything to try and help his nephew. He had even guiltily thought that maybe what Ben needed was more attention and love. It was like pouring water into a broken cup.

Luke inwardly sighed. Every time he looked at Ben he could only feel impending doom.

Sometime he wondered if it would not have been best if the Skywalkers had stopped at him and his sister ... but it hadn't and now his family needed him.

"Come on Ben, let's back go inside."

9. Meena Vebb, Marg Proga and Li-Tuan Oldin

Luka carefully observed the three padawans who were all engaged in a lightsaber fight, making notes of their strengths and weaknesses.

He didn't have many students and their ages varied widely. Those three were the only children who were all the same ages at 11 years old.
They were also his first students. He had trained them ever since they had all been 4 years old.

Watching them fight was an experience. The Mon Calamari, Cerean and Human were close friends but were also quite competitive. They challenged each other constantly to become the best and at the same time challenged him to find ways to teach them.

Luke was glad in a way that those three had been his first students, they had pushed him to become a better teacher.

He had to admit he hadn't known what he had gotten into when he had started. Even though it was apparently his destiny to resuscitate the Jedi, no one had left him a detailed plan. The first months had been hard. He hadn't had more than a year of training with actual Masters, he barely knew the basic. Letting himself be guided by the Force only worked for so long.

He had been tempted many time to give up. To buckle under the weight of the work he would have to do. To do something else, something less overwhelming but still useful like finding the first Jedi temple and gather more informations about the Force. Or maybe keep working to fight the remnant of the Empire ...

He only had to think of his three students -who wanted so ardently to become Jedi- and their families -who had trusted him and had accepted to see their children only in short visits, when they could afford to travel to the Academy- to feel confident about his choice again.

If he ever wrote a biography he would have to not only write that he owed everything to Wedge Antilles but that a big part was also thanks to those three.

8. Rey

A strong feeling of fear and hunger had just woken Luke up. It was the middle of the night. The cause of those feelings was quickly found, in front of the Academy's door, laying down in a basket and swaddled in blanket, screaming at the top of its lungs.

Someone had left a baby on his doorstep.

He had to admit that he had spent several seconds simply staring incredulously at the baby and at its surrounding before finally picking it up and going back inside.

Once the baby had stopped crying and was being tended to by Auly Quadrec (the Academy's Nurse and an old friend from the Resistance) and the students who had been woken up by the wailing had been sent back to bed, Luke had sufficiently woken up to start getting suspicious about the baby's arrival. His school was well hidden and well guarded. Despite the New Republic being firmly established, there was still plenty of Empire sympathiser who would like to destroy the school. A lot of people simply distrusted the Jedi ever since the Clone Wars and weren't happy that Luke was trying to bring them back. He was always on alert. He had felt the baby's disquiet immediately after all.

For someone to have left a baby on their doorstep without being found out, they had to be able to hide themselves pretty well. For them to know that the baby was Force-Sensitive when it was so young … They had to be Force-Sensitive themselves.

Two hours later, Luke was still thinking things over -drinking a cup of tea since he was already awake- when Quadrec unceremoniously plopped the baby back in his arms.

“They're perfectly fine, about 1 year old. If we're going to keep 'em you'll have to give them a name.”

Luke looked at the man in confusion. The nurse simply sighed exasperatedly.

“I'm going back to bed, Skywalker. I know you know how to take care of a baby, you've certainly prattled about babysitting yout nephew enough. Good Night”

Luke disregarded Quadrec's tone, knowing that the man was always this grumpy, no matter the time, and gazed at the baby in his arm. They were squirming but as soon as their eyes met the baby stilled, and smiled. Luke swallowed. He had a bad feeling about this. He didn't feel particularly ready to be a dad, despite the 11 children he had to take care of everyday but the Force was already forming a bond between them and he could already feel the baby's contentment through it.

Guess he had to think of a name. He wouldn't know the baby gender until they were old enough to tell him so it had to be something neutral.

“Hey there … Rey.”

Rey closed their small fingers around his metal hand and promptly fell asleep. Safe.

fuck yes

I'm really glad you liked it! Angst is not my strong suit but your prompt was so interesting, I felt like I had to try.

I am really glad you loved it (and not lived it)! I generally steer clear from downer endings, but I felt like the prompt called for a commitment to angst.

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