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Thirded!

oh, how lovely.

I'm a little nervous posting this cause it's my first Star Wars fic, but I hope you'll enjoy. Ugh, titles I am horrible at. Not beta'd so any mistakes are my own v.v Hope you enjoy!

Lieutenant Dopheld Mitaka glanced around him nervously as he stalked through the hallways of the Finalizer. He’d accomplished his duties for the day and was now looking forward to packing for the two days leave he had requested. The First Order wasn’t overly fond of granting any of their officers, at any level vacation time, but he’d managed to make a case for himself with General Hux by appealing to the man’s hatred in dealing with Kylo Ren. It was easy enough to gain a small sliver of sympathy when he reminded General Hux that it was Mitaka who had been the one to inform Kylo Ren about the droid escaping them.

General Hux’s wince and dismissive wave of his hand had been a god send. He’d been granted two days reprieve on the nearest planet to them. Iscera wasn’t a large overly populated planet, and that suited Mitaka just fine. He wasn’t really going to be going out much if he had his way.

Once he was safely in his quarters and away from the eyes of any of other First Order members, Mitaka pulled his personal data pad out and quickly logged into the one program he’d never admit he used, even under torture. Spacr.

Mitaka had only joined the popular dating program because he’d heard some of the stormtroopers talking about it. Apparently FN-2187 had been known to use the site quite often before his desertion. Or so the rumours went.

Ignoring that he should have reported said troopers; Mitaka had instead logged on out of curiosity and soon found himself enjoying speaking with others. There was a particular user that he’d logged many hours exchanging messages with darkpilot228.

This man was the reason that Mitaka had requested the two day vacation. He was going down to Iscera’s largest city to meet up with him with the promise that darkpilot228 would make all his deepest desires come true.

When Mitaka checked his messages, he had to fight back an excited smile as he opened the latest one from dartpilot228.

Can’t wait to see you ;)

This was really going to happen! He hurriedly sent a reply,

I’ll be at the hotel soon.

Feeling a bubble of anticipation in his stomach, Mitaka finished with his pack and hurried out of his room. Trying to maintain a neutral façade as he made his way to the hanger where his ship to Iscera was waiting.

-

The bar situated in the hotel where Mitaka had booked for his vacation was much more crowded that Mitaka had originally anticipated. At first he could not comprehend why darkpilot228 would wish to meet in such a busy area, but strategically it made sense if the other man was trying not to stand out.

As he wove through the crowd toward the bar, Mitaka noticed some of the other patrons, human and non-human, casting curious and appraising glances his way. It made him feel as though he stood out even though he had changed out of his First Order uniform into a plain long sleeved black shirt and a pair of black trousers. Thankfully, no one approached him, much to Mitaka’s anxious relief. He had very little experience interacting with anyone other than stormtroopers and First Order officers. He would not know how to interact with a civilian; he was already a mess of nerves wondering what he would say to darkpilot228 when he finally met him.

Feeling edgy, he ordered a drink in hopes that it would relax him and make him blend in more. First Order members were not permitted to drink alcohol, so Mitaka casually asked for the same drink that many of the patrons of the bar seemed to be drinking.

As he waited for his drink, Mitaka glanced around, hoping to spot his companion for the next two days. He’d been told to look for a man wearing dark shades and a brown leather jacket. The jacket would be the same one that darkpilot228 had in his rather, at least to Mitaka, erotic profile image. Darkpilot228’s Spacr profile picture featured the man wearing a pilot’s helmet, his nose and pouty lips the only defining features visible under the helmet, and wearing only a leather jacket with a sliver of his chest peaking out between the flaps.

Mitaka found himself flushing at the thought of the image. Even though he couldn’t see darkpilot228’s face in it fully, what he could see was very pleasing to the eye, and Mitaka was sure that he would not be disappointed when he saw the man’s face fully. Thinking about the man only made Mitaka more anxious about meeting him.

When his drink came, Mitaka lifted it up preparing to take a sip in hopes of soothing his uneasy excitement.

“You might not want to drink that,” A smooth voice said from behind him, “Iscarian whisky is known to sheer a couple layers off you stomach lining, particularly if you’ve never drank it before.”

Startled Mitaka turned to face one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. The man was at least a head shorter than him, with dark curly hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. He appeared to be older than Mitaka by a few years, but when he thought about it that wasn’t an issue at all for him.

There’s a smile on the man’s face and Mitaka feels a tug of familiarity as he looks down at the man’s lips. “Are you darkpilot228?” He asks brusquely.

The man laugh’s and throws back Mitaka’s drink, grimacing as he does so. “That I am Mr. first lieutenant. You can just call me Poe.” The name seemed common enough, but once again Mitaka felt a sense of familiarity with it as stared at the man.

“You may call me Mika.” Mitaka has never had to use a false name before, and decides on a shortened version of his last name; it will be simpler to recall.

“Well Mika, why don’t I order us some lighter drinks and then we can go up to your room to get a little more comfortable. From our exchanged messages it sounded like you really needed to let off some steam, and I know the perfect way to do it.”

Poe’s easy smile had Mitaka’s heart thumping loudly in his chest and he found himself unable to do anything other than nod repeatedly.

The smile turned into a grin as Poe turned to the bartender and order two electric blue drinks for them. “Lead the way Mika and we can get started.”

Nodding and fighting back a blush, Mitaka leads Poe up to the small yet charming room that he’d booked for his time on the Iscera.

Three hours and ten delicious blue drinks later found Mitaka curled deep into Poe’s arms, sobbing out all of his sorrows.

“I just. . . my superior’s are cruel! They always send me to deal with the worst person in the galaxy!” Sniffling Mitaka tried not to imagine all the harm he’d come to at Kylo Ren’s hands, especially the force chocking. “He’d never kill me but he has no qualms about hitting me, throwing me against things, or chocking me!” The last part ended in a series of loud sobs.

It was nice being held, Mitaka decided, pushing his face further into Poe’s warm chest. On his Spacr he’d listed his desires as just exactly this, being held and comforted; he hadn’t meant to bemoan his lot in life, but now that he’d begun he found it hard to keep his mouth still. He knew part of that was the effect of the alcoholic beverages he had been consuming, but he found himself caring very little about that. It wasn’t as though he was ever going to see this man again after his two day vacation was over. . .the though of which had him feeling even more upset.

Poe said very little as Mitaka spoke, only holding him tighter and rubbing a soothing hand in circles on his back, making the occasional sound to encourage him to continue. When it seemed Mitaka had nothing more to say at the moment, he finally spoke. “If you hate the people who are in charge so much, why don’t you leave and find another job?”

“W-what?” Mitaka jerked away from Poe to look up at him as though he were a basic speaking bantha. “Leave the Fir- my job? No one ever leaves!” But wait, that wasn’t really true anymore, was it? FN-2187 had left the First Order, defected and run away to join the resistance, if rumours were to be believed. “W-where would I even go?”

“I think I know somewhere that would be glad to have you. If you find that you don’t like it there, then they’ll be happy to situate you somewhere else that is more to your taste.” Poe was looking at him with such a sure and comforting gaze, making Mitaka want to believe all of his words.

There was something in Poe’s gaze that lit a spark of recognition. “Oh. . . y-you’re. . .you’re Poe Dameron aren’t you. Black One.” It all made sense now, his Spacr handle, the confidence he had about finding somewhere for Mitaka to be. “You want me to join the Resistance.”

Poe nodded, not looking the least be concerned at his identity being discovered. Not that he’d tried hard to keep it hidden really; Mitaka was just apparently really slow. “If you want to, we could always use more people, and having someone with intimate knowledge of the First Order is very useful.” Mitaka flinched away from him at the phrasing, and Poe’s expression softened. “We won’t expect you to tell us everything you’re not comfortable with, and I promise if you don’t want to stay we’ll find you somewhere safe for you to live out your life.”

Mitaka wanted to believe him, but it was such a farfetched idea. “Is it true about FN-2187? That he went to the resistance?”

“You mean Finn, he’d got his own name and works with us now. He’s healed from the damage Kylo Ren did to him on Star Killer and is fitting in great with the Resistance, and everyone loves him there.” Poe looked fond as he spoke about the former stormtrooper.

Even though he wasn’t trained in interrogation and lie detection, Mitaka could not read any lies in Poe’s face as he studied it. “No doing anything I don’t want?”

Poe nodded with a reassuring smile.

“No torture?”

“The Resistance doesn’t believe in torture.”

That was a little hard to believe, but comforting.

“Will I get to see you around?”

Grinning Poe nodded, “You’ll probably get sick and tired of seeing me before the week is up.” Mitaka found that very unlikely, but didn’t voice his thoughts on it.

“Can I. . .can I keep my own name?” He’d always been Dopheld Mitaka, and even if it may not be the name he was born with, in the First Order it was the only thing that was his.

Poe chuckled and patted his arm. “Of course, we’re not going to make you become someone else to join the Resistance. Like I said, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do.”

It sounded all too good to be true and yet. . . what was waiting for him back aboard the Finalizer? A life following commands, constantly being undermined and reprimanded, and even worse dealing General Hux and Kylo Ren. Mitaka had no real desire to deal with either man again, especially Kylo Ren and his Force powers.

It was that more than anything that convinced Mitaka that this was what was best for him. He felt a smile stretching across his face at the thought, he’d never thought ofdoing anything for himself until these last few days and it felt good. “Alright. I’ll do it. I want to join the Resistance.”

“That a boy!” Poe pulled him close and Mitaka felt himself relax into the comfort of the other man’s arms, feeling relaxed for the first time in his life. “As a final kick in the ass to the First Order for you, why don’t we go and run up a huge tab in the bar to celebrate your freedom?”

That sounded pretty good, especially when he imagined General Hux’s enraged face. “Let’s do it!”

-

If I haven't lost OP with this, this chapter is supposed to be the first in a series. I have four more parts to it vaguely planned out, so keep your eye out for more!

Thank you! ♥

This is actually the first time I've contributed to a kink meme. It's strangely exciting. I feel like a teenager again.

OP: Thanks for filling! I can't wait to see where this goes!

/tucks this onto her writing list for later....

OP IS SO EXCITED.

"Sir, an unknown ship has landed on the planet."

Hux frowns. "Resistance?"

"It's unidentifiable. Nothing we have a record of." Lieutenant Mitaka shakes his head, looking down at the datapad. "We've captured a prisoner, however. Lord Ren has proceeded with an interrogation."

Hux narrows his eyes, a familiar feeling of annoyance washing over him. "I expect it's not going well."

Mitaka shakes his head. "The prisoner hasn't said anything useful. Lord Ren is, ah, losing his composure."

"Very well," Hux says, "I'll handle this"

Hux turns sharply on his heel and makes his way down the corridor of the Finalizer. The Order has temporarily settled on a new planet to regroup. They've been exploring the terrain to see if it's suitable for a new base and as of now, it's been entirely deserted. The sudden appearance of a ship and passenger has Hux unsettled and suspicious.

Moreover, the fact that Ren is interrogating the prisoner with no positive outcome gives him a prickling of dread. Ren's last two interrogations ended with the prisoner escaping. Hux doesn't want a third occurrence.

When he reaches Ren's preferred interrogation room, he can already hear the telltale signs of Ren losing his temper. He sighs and keys in the override code to the door.

"Things not going well?" he asks. "Are your Force tricks not working?"

Ren glares at him, brandishing his lightsaber in Hux's direction. "This creature will not cooperate. He keeps muttering the same inane sentence."

Hux steps into the room and glances at the prisoner. It's a humanoid form, but not a species he recognizes. Maybe an inhabitant of a small Outer Rim planet. Hux's experience at the academy taught him to never underestimate an unknown subject, and he's about to suggest that perhaps they should regroup and come up with a better interrogation tactic when, predictably, everything spirals out of control.

"Tell me where the Resistance is," Ren says, bringing his lightsaber up to the prisoner's face. "Or I'll force you to tell me."

The prisoner lets out something resembling a snarl before it flexes its arms, snapping the restraints in half. "I AM GROOT," it yells, the volume of its voice almost deafening.

Vines snake out from the prisoner's body and start to wrap around his and Ren's feet and arms, and that's when Hux decides that after three failed interrogations, Ren is permanently forbidden from interrogating prisoners, even seemingly innocuous sentient tree prisoners.

ahahhah i love your mind, and imagine anakin and thor fighting over jane/amidala!

Wow, this is fantastic! The way Kylo reacts to Hux offering tea, and then specifies what teas he doesn't want, I got the strongest impression of a conflicted regretful nostalgia, like someone that way important in Ben Solo's life before he became Kylo Ren (maybe Leia or Luke) also was big on tea and the social business of having a cup of tea, and those had been the types of tea they usually offered, and that Kylo's caught up in that memory as he sits and waits for Hux.

I don't know if this is deliberate in your writing, or if it's just my impression on reading it, but I think it's amazing and subtly touching.

lmao nice

Thank you!
Tea parties with the First Order: Budget on the Finalizer finally balances again due to Kylo Ren getting a regular dosage of calming herbal tea.

Yay, very happy you like it! (I probably should have added a footnote about those teas Kylo didn't want - one was one of Leia's favourites, thetc other one that Han apparently used to make a lot.)

[well, i couldn’t get this to be porny, and it’s mostly fluff, so be forewarned]

When kylo left his disapproving family and took his vows as a priest, he joined a local parish. He didn't expect the priestly order to be so strict and controlling, but Kylo was young and eager to belong somewhere. He did his best to follow instructions and obey the rules of a good Catholic practitioner.

Kylo excelled as his duties as a priest, and soon gained the respect of his fellow clergymen and worshipers. Kylo cherished the praise and approval--something he had longed for his whole life.

Kylo made it his mission to be the perfect model of Catholic modesty and demure countenance. He wanted nothing more than to live up to the legacy of Jesus Christ, someone he looked up to for so long.

It wasn't until he met Father Hux that things started going to hell.

---

As far as Kylo could tell, Father Hux was about the same age as he was. The priest, however, seemed to act much older than his years.

Hux quickly got the reputation for being overly strict and uptight. It didn't help that the man walked around with a permanent grimace on his face, or delivered his sermons with a startling amount of simmering rage and harsh reprimands.

Not everyone was a fan of Father Hux's stern fashion of practice, but nevertheless the priest rose up in rank and garnered esteem from his colleagues.

---

Try as he might, Kylo couldn't help but find the man's ginger hair and soft mouth utterly transfixing. No matter how much Hux tried to slick back his hair, or fix his gaze with a disapproving expression, Kylo never failed to see a softness under the grimm exterior.

Perhaps it had to do with the time Kylo found him eagerly petting the local stray cat. Seeing Hux hold the cute little creature to his chest, he couldn’t help but like the man, even if he could be intimidating.

The problem Kylo had with Hux, however, was that he found the man unnervingly attractive.

It all started when he accidentally encountered Hux coming of the shower, still drenched and clothed in nothing more that a towel around his waist. With his bare torso, and damp hair plastered to his head, the priest made a stunningly provocative sight.

The sight haunted Kylo, who couldn’t unsee the mental image of Hux completely undone in a less than holy manner.

---

One night, Kylo got a little too drunk on the storage of wine that was always lying around. Honestly, it had been a rough week and he needed to unwind a bit.

To his (later) chagrin, Hux found him in drunken stupor, and helped him to his bedroom quarters. He didn’t even get angry at Kylo, merely guided him in a surprisingly gentle manner. Kylo couldn’t help the flush of heat at having the man so near.

Kylo imagined scenarios of what could happen as Hux helped him stumble his way into bed. He pictured hands touching him in more ways than was strictly friendly or assisting. Tomorrow he would regret these transgressions, but at the moment he was too drunk to care.

---

Hung over and head hurting, Kylo desperately made his way to the confessional. Certain things had been eating away at him, and he needed to get it off his chest right then, or else he feared he would tear apart.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” Kylo stated as the formalities began. As always, he found the dark confinement of the booth to be soothing.

“What is it my child?” A familiar voice replied back. He would know that voice anywhere.

Before he lost his nerve, Kylo said “I have been having unholy thoughts… about a fellow priest.” Trying to control the desperation in his voice, he added, “I’ve tried to fight it, but it won’t stop. Please, I need help.”

“Tell me about these thoughts,” the voice said.

“The thoughts are impure--and homosexual in nature”

“How long have you had these feelings?”

“I don’t remember. I only really began to notice them when--” Kylo broke off, not wanting to give too many details. “Since a new priest came to town, I started noticing him… and my thoughts gradually grew depraved.”

When he was only met with silence, or a gentle acknowledgement, Kylo spilled everything he’d been holding back.

Afraid that he’d gotten too graphic, or ruined his companionship with Hux forever, he fled the room after he completed his Hail Mary’s. Usually confession helped, but this time Kylo angrily berated himself for making things more muddled and confusing.

He didn’t know how he would be able to face Hux, now.

---

As it turned out, when Hux found him later that day, Kylo learned he wasn’t the only one holding back unwarranted desires.

Perhaps, as Hux suggested, living with such suppressed emotions wasn’t the healthiest course of action. It seemed that a little release was in order.

[yay for bonus unrealistic happy ending?]

Thank you very much! I was really happy that there was an entire subcategory for tea on the Star Wars wiki - I didn't expect there to be a lot of information at all!

(I'd love some tea as well right now but people are asleep at my home and the water kettle is so loud...)

HOLY SHIIIIIT /fans self

Thank you! You are absolutely correct! According to the wiki, Naris-bud was a tea that Leia enjoyed, so I imagined it was a tea that was common in the Organa-Solo household. Stim-Tea hado this description: "Han Solo commonly brewed stim-tea in the morning or for his fellow pilots before flying and running sims" - so I thought Han probably kept that habit. So glad someone caught on!

OP

I've never laughed so much at so few words!. Excellent reveal! I literally clapped, and so hard my palms hurt!

OP here. Anon, you are a gift to this meme and to the world, and I adored every second of this.

This is what I have for now, but I'm open for anyone to give me mote feelings on this adorableness and I might get back to this eventually.

“What exactly did you do?”

“We might have accidentally ended up with ten mini-stormtroopers.”

“How?”

“Uh, funny story…”

“Just come over with that boyfriend of yours and whoever else you’ve dragged into this. We’ll get it sorted out.”

“Dad, Finn is NOT by boyfriend!”

“Yet.”

“DAD!” That is how the issue was settled and the Dameron household ended up with several new members. The youngest three had ended up in foster homes with other Resistance members; they would be able to adapt easily. The older one decidedly wouldn’t, from Hana and Leon’s tendency to panic when out of sight of each other to John’s fear/reverence of tradition to the entirely messed up Annie/Lucas dynamic of unhealthy coping mechanisms to Finn’s attachment to Luke to Shara’s even more unhealthy coping mechanisms that generally involved attempting to stab people. For a turned-out-to-be-eleven-(nearly-twelve)-year-old stormtrooper-in-training, it wasn’t an idle threat.

Kes just laughs at the chaos. He laughs when Hana and Leon decide to spend an afternoon on the roof. He laughs when Finn follows Luke around like a lost puppy. He laughs at Annie and Lucas curled up in the force tree. He laughs when Shara twirls his old Pathfinder knife in her hand, it being an eerily good fit. He laughs as John runs around in old clothes and a stormtrooper helmet. He laughs and claps when Rey teaches John and Shara how to give his son and Finn the knowing look. Mostly, he laughs at the seven little kids and two big ones.

Rey and Finn are fascinated by every little thing. They laugh at climbing the force tree, which is nearly thirty feet tall now. They tumble down the hills together. They eat ice cream together. The enjoy the little things about Yavin-4 that makes is home.

When it turns out that Annie is Force-sensitive, Luke almost laughs. Almost. This whole situation is so unfunny it actually turns out rather amusing. Still, it makes him happier than he can say to know that his kids, all of them, have a home and a family. While that might make Poe and Finn’s marriage a tad awkward, the Dameron household is home nonetheless; honestly, Kes would have it no other way.

The little jacket just makes me squee. I want one for my cat.

It was a rare day when Kylo wasn't being restrained or scolded by Hux.

It was an ever rarer one when Phasma got to see Kylo try to keep Hux from pulling his blaster on one of the Stormtroopers. They were expendable, but WE-199189 was a very competent leader and good at keeping morale up, so it would be better to keep him alive.

"Sir, I'm sorry that my unverbification of the word 'dying'-" WE-199189 ducked as the blaster went off, Kylo grabbing onto Hux by the wrists and yanking the ginger man backwards.

"Unverbification?!" Hux yelled, face contorted in rage. "You described the enemy forces as being 'possessing great mossy ferniness'!"

"Because they were green and had no concept of reaction time, sir. They were actually like the living incarnativity of plaid-"

Hux lunged at the man. Kylo grabbed him with the Force and, with a swipe of his hand, knocked him out cold. After a moment of total silence, the heir to Vader's legacy groaned and gently pulled Hux into his arms to carry him off. As he did so, he called out over his shoulder to the Stormtrooper, "Try not to be so whateverly with your report next time."

oh my god, yes

Mother! This is a secured First Order line, how did you get this number?!

Now, Bill, dear, there's no need to be unreasonable. Your father and I just wanted to remind you that we love you very much and hope you get over this phase soon, just like you got over that long hair and earring phase. Or at least visit for Christmas!

Ginny and Harry are getting very close and while I'm not sure what happened between you and Fleur, not that I'm judging, you know, I hope at least one of my darling children will grace me with grandchildren before I'm an old lady. Now put Ben on, there's a dear, Mrs. Solo wants to have a word.

Oh, but before you do, I just want to check that you're getting enough red meat. You look pale dear, aren't you going outside?

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