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Not Christian but oh no all that Catholic guilt in a cute way! But it makes the cynic in me wonder if his feelings are genuinely reciprocated or if he's being used because aaahhh repressed feelings nooo... I'm so sorry for spilling my feels. I understand the happier side of this kink but am suspicious of it at the same time. >_

That reveal was beautiful.

And hurray for vines at the end.

I'm just thinking about how Adam said that going to Julliard is what helped him put his feelings to words, so he'd still be in angry!Marine!mode, and that just makes this better.

Complex thoughts anon approves of this message. :D The things Ben learned from his parents part was great, btw, as was drunk Poe's bad influence spreading to another universe, haha.

This has so many possibilities!
Schoolyard toys like hoolahoops and any ball game ever
So many card games - go fish, memory, poker, Magic, Cards Against Humanity
Dice games
Board games
Action figures
LEGOS OMG
I want Space Settlers of Catan, too, not gonna lie... Everyone cursing the thief that looks oddly like Boba Fett? The sheep are banthas? Wood is still wood b/c everyone has to snicker like a 12-yr-old at that joke, it's like a rite of passage.

I adore this. So cute, so good. :D

YES! Absolutely beautiful - Groot, you are the BEST!!
I´m laughing here, snorting tea through my nose. And the most beautiful thing in this? Groot has probably been trying to tell Ren what he wanted to know THE ENTIRE TIME!!

... Loki. The possibilities for banter and bitching are off the charts!

All of that could be delivered by the space equivalent of a howler, and it would be perfect. His mother's concerns echoing down the halls of the Finalizer, ensuring that every member of staff will be gossiping about Fleur and Ben and his earring phase until the end of time.

Hux watches the letter burst into flames, covering the rest of his work with ashes, and is all, "Oh Space-Merlin give me strength."

Yes. Yesssss.

I am so into the fully-naked/fully-dressed dynamic.

OMG THE REVEAL AT THE END!
Groot, I wouldn't have never guessed.
The vines part was A+. Also, probably Rocket is somewhere getting ready to storm the fucking base because THAT IDIOT LET HIMSELF GET CAUGHT BY ASSHOLES AND NOW I HAVE TO SAVE HIS ASS HE BETTER NOT BE DEAD.

Ooooh I like it.
I also like the prompt concept. owo

Does someone have the link for the prompt post? I might write something.

(This prompt would make a lovely art fill... but somehow I wrote a fic... that wants to be dramatic and take more time than I have right now to finish. Yay? I'm really sorry this part only has knife threat, not knife play.)

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Hux tried to remain calm. Each breath was strained and ragged. Dust alternately filled his lungs and blew away in bursts across the dirt floor. The man had him thoroughly pinned. If he wasn't in his current predicament, perhaps Hux would have been impressed by the stealth, speed, and strength demonstrated on him. He hadn't even gotten a good look at his attacker yet, who positioned himself just outside of Hux's albeit limited line of sight.

"Where's your partner?" the man growled into Hux's ear. "I know you're not dumb enough to come here alone."

When Hux didn't reply, the man shoved him harder into the ground. He was fairly certain that his head was bleeding, a sharp rock caught under the side of his skull, but it felt smaller than a gash. Hux briefly imagined his face in a red pool by the time his partner bothered to make his grand entrance, and his jaw clenched even tighter as his lips curled back contemptuously.

"Oh? Not talking, huh? I'll make you talk," the man said, and his heavy weight shifted over Hux's body.

Hux renewed his efforts to struggle out of the man's hold when he felt his jacket and shirt get yanked up from behind to bunch on his back and calloused fingertips skim over his bared side. He was suddenly very aware of the man's knees digging into the backs of his own, and he couldn't control the panic shortening his breaths.

"For kriff's sake, relax. You're not my type," the man said with a dark laugh. Hux momentarily squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to immediately erase the terrible sound from his memory. "No, at least not for that."

As cold metal pressed into warm skin, Hux inhaled sharply through his nose, his erratic breathing rhythm halting completely for a long moment. He tried to exhale slowly, lips firmly shut. His body had stilled but remained tense, wary of the man's next move.

He felt the edge of the blade slide from his navel to his left side and rest just under his rib cage. Hux couldn't see it, only part of the man's arm as it moved. He swallowed thickly, feeling the man's intense stare on his torso.

"Not a mark on you. I thought you were a general," the man commented. Something was different about his tone, and another dose of panic flashed through Hux. "The First Order sure knows how to pick 'em. So fuckin' soft."

He punctuated the last word with added pressure, the tip of the blade breaking skin. Hux didn't make a sound until the pressure began to move downward, a short line cut into him before the man pulled it away. Hux should have logically guessed the man wouldn't go for the stab upward on the first move, that he would enjoy toying with Hux first, but the possibility had been very real in Hux's mind. He was a born planner, after all, which only made his situation all the more hopeless to him. Without backup or a distraction, his options were extremely limited.

"What do you think?"

Hux frowned in confusion, and then the weapon entered his field of vision. The edge gleamed with his blood, but that wasn't what made Hux's eyes widen. The damn thing was a vibroknife, and one of the man's fingers was dangerously close to activating the power switch.

"Ah, good, now you're gettin' it." The man repositioned the blade, this time on Hux's gut, right above the waistband of his slacks. "Now tell me..."

It took a minute for Hux to realize the man had stopped -- no, scratch that -- he had frozen.

It took another few minutes for Hux to unfreeze himself, despite seeing the man's snapped neck, Kylo Ren's robes sweep along the dirty floor, and the inactive vibroblade laying a few meters away.

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(Wookieepedia has informed me that vibroblades sound dirty and sexy but are truly gruesome and scary. And I thought lightsabers were bad.)

thirded!

+1000

seconded

It was one of the last times he would get to do this, Ben thought, as he stuck his head out of the pick-up truck. The wind tousled his hair in a manner that was almost affectionate. The blur of green and yellow corn fields zipped by like an endless streak on his right, as Poe drove past and left clouds of dust in their wake.

“Ben.” He snapped out of his reverie and turned. Rays of sunlight danced across Poe’s face, underlining his scrutiny of the road ahead. This was the Poe knew best, Poe in his element, this was the image he instantly conjured whenever thinking about him. Ben wondered if he would ever not be awed by it: the way he could look so concentrated behind the wheel, yet still maintained the air of a man who did not have a care in the world.

“Hm?"

“Are you sure we shouldn’t go back and invite Uncle Luke to come?”
Ben leaned his head against his hand. His elbow was propped up on the car door and despite, the breeziness, he felt warm. “You know how he is. Believes someone should always be there to keep an eye on the farm. Getting a bit paranoid in his old age.”

“Well, it’s understandable, especially after…”

“I know.” They shared a look: Poe, smiling and Ben, contemplative.

“You nervous?”

“I don’t know if we’ll make it out alive, to be honest,” Ben said, carding a hand through his hair. The wind undid his action immediately. Poe snorted, and refocused his gaze on the dirt path. For a while, there was nothing but the roar of the engine as they drove on.

“Matt,” Ben said, shaking his head and smiling wryly. Outside, the cornfields had transitioned into pineapple patches, where all the childhood races with Kylo had been held. His arms still nursed white lined scars from bolting as fast as he could through rows of sharp thickets.

All while Matt stayed indoors, tweaking the satellite dish so he could watch his cartoons. “Who knew he’d finally end up dating?”

“Right? I can’t wait to get to know the guy.” For that, he received a warning look, and withered. “Not in that way, of course,” he added hurriedly. Sensing Ben’s discomfort, he changed topics. “Think Kylo’s bringing anyone?”

Ben gave him an unimpressed look, one he had clearly adapted from his mother. “Poe. We’re talking about the guy who thought it was a good idea to go to prom wearing Grandpa’s suit.”

“I remember that.”

“He won’t, and he’ll be doubly pissed that he’s the only single one, and that’s one of the hundred and twenty-five reasons this weekend is gonna be hell.”

“Isn’t he dating that guy?” He couldn’t place the name, as their encounters had been very few and far in between. They’d bumped into each other a few times, mostly whenever Poe was sneaking out of the house while he was sneaking in. “The… Ginger?”

“The wall street asshole?”

“The one who looks like he took a wrong turn on the way to twink school.”

Ben shook his head, snickering. “No one ever knows what’s going on with those two. Every couple of months Kylo will namedrop him yet he flips his shit every time you so much as imply they’ve been within a five mile radius of each other. It’s been that way for years.”

Poe chuckled. “See, this is why I love your family. They’re a riot.”

“You love everyone,” Ben said pointedly.

“And they love me. Usually.”

It was soft, but audible enough to Poe when Ben whispered “That’s the problem,” under his breath. He said nothing, pretending he hadn’t heard, and the rest of the drive was wasted on an uncomfortable silence.

--

The road turned hilly, but Poe traversed the inclines with ease. Soon, a familiar white house rose into view. The scene was different, however; today, it looked unusually gray. Ben spied the growing sections of chipped paint, chunks of off-white spreading on the roof and walls like moss. He wondered how he’d never noticed that before.

Han was standing outside the porch, and Ben had to suppress a groan. “I was always scared shitless whenever he did that,” Poe said.

“Was? You still are.”

True to character, Han made no attempt to smile as they neared the house, but he embraced Ben the moment he got out of the car. Grinning, Poe moved to hug him, too.

“Easy, champ,” Han said, with an awkward pat on Poe’s shoulder. His hand stayed there, holding him at arms-length. The shorter man looked slightly put out by the action.

Han looked at the pick-up truck, in all its loose-fendered, crumple-sided, faulty air-conditioned glory. “How is she?” His hardened gaze was fixed on the keys that were in Poe’s hands. “I see you still know her better than my son ever has.”

“Drives like a dream, Pa, though the dropping RPMs are becoming more and more of a problem. I was wondering if I could look into getting its parts checked, maybe replace the spark plugs, coils and then fuel injectors one by one.”

“Yeah, you do that.” Han was looking at Ben expectantly, but Ben had already blissfully checked out of the conversation, and was striding toward the house.

“Where’s mom?” Ben asked.

“She’s with Kylo, inside.”

“Kylo got here before me?”

“He’s in a bad mood.”

Ben turned around, letting Han go ahead. “When is he not?”

“Well, it’s worse right now because Hux is here, too.”

“Kylo actually brought Hux?” Poe and Ben shared a look as they fell into step together, their fingers lacing together absently. They were thinking the same thing: something was off.

Hux was as mysterious as his monosyllabic, is-that-even-real name suggested. To them, he had always been one big question mark. No, he wasn’t from that town. No one was sure how he and Kylo had even met, only that he’d materialized on Kylo’s bedsheets one night, a cold, pale fair-haired apparition conjured by the recesses of Kylo’s deepest fantasies. And the few words Kylo spoke of him were laced with venom, as If he was an imaginary friend who wouldn’t leave Kylo alone. Mention his name and Kylo would break things, so the family took to pretending he didn’t exist. His appearances were sporadic, going months (and occasionally years) without a sighting. He was Kylo’s phantom fucker.

He’d never spoken to anyone; mostly, he sneered. No one knew if ‘Hux’ was his first or last name. Kylo’d never formally introduced him. They were the epitome of ‘we don’t do labels’. Kylo never spoke of him with a tone of affection. ‘Hux’ left his lips like a profanity.

And yet one day, he’d followed Hux to New York, and had stayed there ever since.

Based on passive aggressive status messages, Ben knew three things about Hux:

One, he was a Wall Street tool (Ren’s own words). Two, he liked Mac products, to an unhealthy degree. Three, the red hair was natural (Ren’s picture, which he deleted ten seconds after posting – either that or it was blocked for containing adult content).

Now, whether Ren and Hux had actually moved in together remained unknown. Ren had warded off every question, once typing “FWB only” when Han messaged him to ask. After making Matt help him Google the term, Han contemplating going over there and dragging Ren home by the ear. Instead, he replied “So were your mom and I, at first ;)“ and Kylo responded with “Wtf” and unfriended him on Facebook.

Ben never told Han of the more sordid rumors that had reached him by means of mutual friends: that Ren had a revolving door of ‘partners’ that he freeloaded off of, by routinely moving from one of their houses to another.

Where Hux fit in with all of that, Ben didn’t know. But apparently Kylo had managed to un-chain Hux from his work desk, and dragged him across the country to show up hand in hand with him… Just to avoid feeling left out, perhaps. Ben wouldn’t put it past Kylo. Knowing him, bribery or blackmail was involved.

Poe, who might’ve been thinking along similar lines, nudged Ben and whispered excitedly in his ear. “I’m so relieved. Hux is gonna make me look so good.”

seconded!

SO EXCITED TO SEE THIS UPDATED!! I fucking loved that Matt had to google 'friends with benefits' for Han. *stressed-out voice* "Father, it's a sex thing :|"

And I love Hux and Kylo's perfect storm of asshole drama that just sweeps in, refuses to explain itself, makes a mess, and leaves everyone else confused BUT FASCINATED. Kylo's Phantom Fucker is glorious primetime trash for the Solo's.

I already feel bad for poor Ben -- his insecurities are going to crazy when Poe meets Finn. I'm already so invested, fuckkk

this?: https://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/2821.html?thread=4260357#cmt4260357

You should be able to just parent up to the start of the thread from the fic post.

"“The one who looks like he took a wrong turn on the way to twink school.”"

this is honestly the best description of Hux that i have ever read

Seconded.

Oooh, this is fabulous and I can't wait for more!

omg, thirded so much.

Yes,please!

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