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Oh no, my heart, it's broken </3 Love it.

despite being part of an evil space regime, there is something about Phasma's character that makes it so whenever I read a fic of her being vulnerable I just feel so crushed when her vulnerability isn't rewarded.

The ending is so Phasma tho. Stuff upper lip.

I bookmarked this and keep obsessively checking for updates throughout the day, I never want this gold quality work to end

Just a short lil' thing...

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6101404

... didn't know I wanted this until just now. Hng.

OP here!

This was so beautiful and elegant and eeeee, I am in awe of your vidding skills. You even got some of the exact mental images I had when I was listening to the song! No lie- I got so excited watching this vid that I had to stop it halfway through and go make a cup of tea to calm down. YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST.

Not OP, but this gave me goosebumps! Great fill here!

I've been working on a fill for this same prompt and will post it when it's done. (Real life. It gets in the way, doesn't it...) I can only hope mine turns out as well as yours!

its OP here and i gotta agree with u anon friend. i think that if this doesn't get filled by the next round, i'll try my hand at porn and fill it.

Oh god this is just aching and perfect. I want to give Phasma a hug even though I know she would use me as target practise.

I've given this a whirl. It's only my second Star Wars fic, but I hope you enjoy. Why are titles so hard!

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Poe barely holds back his excitement as he packs his bags in a hurry. It was hard enough getting the three days of leave necessary for him to make a trip out to Yavin 4, he wasn’t going to let the higher ups change their minds about granting him the leave.

“Common BB! I want to get going as soon as possible.” Poe calls to his little orange and white droid as he finishes with his packing. “The sooner we leave the sooner we’ll get home.”

Beeping and whirring excitedly BB-8 follows after Poe as he heads out, waving at his roommate and fellow pilot Muran. “I’ll see you in a week; don’t burn the place down when I’m gone!”

“Good riddance! Maybe I’ll finally get some sleep without you here Dameron!” Muran calls after him. “Don’t crash your ship!”

Laughing, Poe dodges through the other students in the hall, wanting to run as fast as possible but mindful of BB-8 trying to weave through people’s legs. “Don’t fall behind B!”

At one point he almost knocks into one of the older students over. “You’re a menace Dameron!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” There isn’t time to stop and apologize properly; he’s out of the barracks and racing down the walkway to the hangers. The flat and empty terrain allows an excitedly beeping and whirring BB-8 to keep up with him. “I know! Papi’ll be so excited to see us.”

Visiting his father was really only an excuse to visit home; Poe’s real goal was to take speeder bike over to the Jedi academy that Luke Skywalker was running on Yavin 4 to see his most favourite person, and boyfriend, Ben Solo. Ben wasn’t expecting Poe to visit, so hopefully it was going to prove a pleasant surprise.

Lifting the door of the small shuttle that he was cleared to borrow, Poe ushers BB-8 in quickly, eager to take off as soon as possible. His bag is thrown into the spare chair as Poe hops into the pilot seat and begins the activation sequence. “Ground this is Lieutenant Dameron asking for clearance.”

The comm crackles a moment before a voice comes through on the other end. “You’re cleared for take off Leuitenant, enjoy your trip and try not to stress your old man out too much.”

“Roger that ground control.” With a whoop, Poe started the shuttle and was blasting off, programming the co-ordenants for Yavin 4 once they were clear of the atmosphere and ready to engage the hyperdrive and go into light-speed. “This is it BB, Ben won’t know what hit him!”

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“Poe it’s good to see you son!” Kes Dameron exclaims as he pulls Poe into a tight hug. “It’s been too long.” The words are light, but Poe can tell there’s a measure of sadness to his words. After Poe’s mother Shara Bey died, it was only Poe and his father, since Poe’s entrance into the Academy Kes has been on his own.

Not at all concerned about how childish he might look, Poe buries his face in his father’s shoulder. Other than his first week at the Academy he hasn’t had time to feel home sick, here in his father’s arms he feels it heavy in his gut. “I promise to try and come visit more often, I’ve missed you.”

Kes presses a kiss to the top of his head, like he used to when Poe was little. “I know you’ve been busy, but I’d settle for at least a call a week.” He pulls away so that he can look Poe over. “You’ve gotten a little taller and put some muscle on. You look good.”

“I think I’m probably almost at my peak for height thanks to your Dameron genes.” Poe jokes grinning, his heights never been something he’s very concerned about. Sure he gets teased about it at the Academy, but it’s all in good fun. “Common BB, let’s get you charging it was quite the trip, and you’re going to need the spare energy while we’re here. You know how dad is about having you help out around the house.”

A light slap to the back of the head has Poe fake wincing. “Papppiii!”

“You know very well I’d never treat my grandson like a servant.” BB-8 chirps excitedly as Kes bends down to pat the top of his dome. “That’s right; you’ve got a week of spoiling ahead of you BB. When Poe is off visiting Ben, you can tell me everything that Poe is keeping from.”

When BB-8 whirs his agreement, Poe sticks his tongue out at the astromech. “Traitor.”

BB-8’s reply is less than kind.

“Where did you learn that kind of language?!” BB-8’s reply has Poe rolling his eyes. “Of course it’d be from Pava. I don’t care if she says it’s how all the pilots talk; you don’t see me cursing like a Corellian smuggler.” The comment earned him another rude reply, lacking a reliable ally Poe turns to his father. “You’re going to let your grandson speak like this?”

“Says the kid who learned every possible insult that the resistance called members of the Empire, including less than polite ones, by the time he was ten. Despite may I add,” Kes says as they enter the house, “multiple warnings from both myself and your mother.”

There’s not much Poe can say to that, he remembers multiple warnings and more than one grounding because of his language. “You two still don’t need to gang up on me.” He says lamely, heading into his old room to put his bag away, his father’s laughter trailing after him.

“Don’t you know son? Grandparents and grandkids get along so well because they have a common enemy.” BB-8 makes a noise as close to laughter as a droid can manage at Kes’ joke.

“Oh ha ha.” Poe grouses sarcastically. “You should take your comedy act through the starts, they’ll love you.” He’s smiling though; he really missed his dad, bad jokes and all.

Once Poe’s got his clothes for the week put away, he joins his father in the sitting room, BB-8 already charging happily on the extra pad his dad had installed after Poe brought BB-8 home the first time. He takes a seat on the couch next to his dad, intent to catch up a little before he sneaks off to go and visit Ben. Maybe he’ll go just before sunset and try for a romantic reunion.

“You don’t have to sit here with your old Papi, I know how much you’re itching to see Ben.” Kes is looking over at him fondly. “If I ever want more grandkids, I better let you two kids have as much time together as possible. Lucky for you Luke isn’t so set on the old Jedi rule about attachments and abstinence.”

Poe glances at his father from the corner of his eye, blushing a little at Kes’ words and knowing smile. “You don’t mind?”

Shaking his head, Kes makes a shooing motion. “If you don’t go now you’re just going to spend every minute you’re here fidgeting and thinking about Ben. So go before you drive us all crazy. BB and I can entertain ourselves for a few hours.”

That wasn’t the most comforting though, BB-8 could be quite the gossip and tattler, but Poe wanted to see Ben more than anything. “Alright, I’ll be back before dark!” Jumping and waving to his father and BB-8, Poe heads out to the hanger behind the house where his old speeder is stored, still kept in good repair by his father. He pauses only long enough to grab an old helmet before he’s got the speeder started up and is setting off into the jungle toward the Jedi temple.

The sun is just starting to set when he arrives at the edge of the temple grounds. He’s only been here a few times, and is always struck with the serenity that the place gives off. Not this time though, as soon as he passes the tree line a sense of wrongness envelopes him and puts him on his guard.

Even though the temple is usually quiet, it’s eerily so today adding to Poe’s feeling that something is very wrong. Poe feels defenceless without any sort of weapon, but he can’t bear the thought of leaving and coming back. Instead he grabs a large tree branch as a temporary weapon, it won’t do anything against a blaster, but it makes him feel a little safer.

He comes across the first body inside the door of the temple; it’s one of Master Luke’s older students, a young man around Ben’s own age. Poe nearly steps on his hand before he noticed him lying there. With a startled sound, he quickly kneels down to check for a pulse, there isn’t any.

Poe tries very hard to ignore the very particular wound that was likely the cause of his death; he only knows one weapon that both cuts and burns at the same time. His mind shies away from the implications of the cut.

With panic clawing at his throat, Poe hurries through the halls of the temple, his heart in his throat as he comes across more and more bodies. He turns each one over carefully, closing their eyes and saying a prayer over them. Part of him feels guilty at the relief he feels at not finding Ben yet, he doesn’t know if he can handle the sight of his love’s dead body.

“Ben!” Poe calls desperately, hoping against hope that he’s till alive, that maybe Poe’s voice will be enough to keep him safe. “Ben please be alive. . . it’s Poe!”

He hears a strangled cry from a room up ahead, and gripping his branch tightly he runs toward it. As he approaches strange humming sound that’s almost familiar to him, though he’s only heard it once before when an excited Ben showed him the lightsaber he’d built.

Maybe it’s Ben or Master Luke fighting against the person it was that’s responsible for the atrocities that have occurred. Hope blooms in his chest and he hurries forward, determined to help in any way that he can!

“Be-!” Poe’s voice chokes off suddenly and the branch drops from suddenly numb fingers as he watches a red lightsaber cut down one of the young Jedi. The expression of rage on Ben’s face is illuminated by the red glow from the weapon. Poe has never seen such a horrible expression on the other’s face.

This can’t be real, Poe tries to tell himself, but the horrifying image doesn’t change as Ben turns toward him. “B-Ben. . .why?”

The expression melts away from Ben’s face, surprise, shock, and then horror. The lightsaber falls to the ground as Ben takes a hesitant step toward him and another. He’s grown again since Poe’s last seen him in person, Poe can tell he’s almost a head taller than Poe himself, but it could be more with the way Ben seems to be hunching in on himself.

“Y-you’re not supposed to be here!” Ben shouts, angry, as he surges forward and grabs Poe, pushing him against the nearest wall. “Why are you here!?”

For the first time in his life, Poe finds himself scared of Ben, of this anger he’s never seen in him before. “T-to see y-you.”

“No, no, no, no!” Ben releases Poe to grab his head, this close Poe can see sweat beading on his forehead, and a little crease between his brows that is synonymous with Ben being in pain.

Despite everything he’s seen, Poe finds himself reaching out to comfort Ben. “Ben. . I-it’s okay, I’m sure you didn’t mean to do all t-this. We’ll find your uncle and get you some help.” Gently he lays his hands over Ben’s, having to reach up to do so. “We’ll make this as right as possible.”

For the briefest of moments Ben is leaning into his touch and Poe feels himself relaxing, thinking that the worst of it has passed. He doesn’t quite understand how he suddenly ends up on the ground two feet away with a stinging cheek and a ringing head.

“It can never be right again!” Ben cries, stalking over to Poe and pulling him up by his throat. “You shouldn’t be here Poe! And now. . .” His hands shake despite his menacing words and voice, loosening enough to allow him to breathe.

“B-Ben.” Poe’s head is still ringing but he knows that he doesn’t imagine the soft caress against his cheek or the barest touch of lips against his own.

The hand on his cheek moves up to press against his forehead. “I won’t let him have you. I don’t care if he punishes me for it; you’re the only bit of Light I will die to protect.”

Poe fights back a sob, Ben’s words sound too much like a final goodbye. “Please Ben, don’t do this; I love you”

“You’ll be safe this way Poe.” Ben’s words are soft, full of regrets and love as he kisses Poe one last time. Poe can feel Ben’s tears against his lips and wonders if Ben feels them as well. “Now sleep.”

For the briefest of moments Poe feels as though he’s been shocked and then there is only darkness.

When he wakes he’s disoriented, unsure of where he is. Eventually his thoughts catch up to his body and his senses tell him his laying on a bed covered by soft blankets. Not far away he hears the sound of BB-8 humming, the sound is calming.

“BB. . .” BB-8 wheels up to the bed, chirping and whistling faster than Poe’s aching head can translate. Weakly he reaches up and places a hand on BB-8’s dome. “I’m alright. . .I think.” His memory is foggy, he can’t remember what happened after he left the house other than the occasional images flashing, and mostly he remembers it has something to do with Ben.

Surging up in bed he tries to get out of the bed, but finds himself too weak to move. BB-8 is beeping shrilly, admonishing and worried at the same time. “I have to. . .Ben is.” He doesn’t know where Ben is or what happened but he needs to get to him, Poe knows this deep in his heart.

“Poe, you need to lie down.” His father says, suddenly at Poe’s side and easing him back into the bed. Poe hadn’t even seen him enter the room. “You’ve been through an ordeal.”

Poe shakes his head, trying to fight against his father’s hands. “No! I have to go! Have to save been.” The world is spinning and Poe soon finds himself slumped again his father, breathing raggedly. “He needs me Papi.”

Kes is rubbing his back soothingly, not saying anything as he gently helps Poe lie back in his bed. Poe realizes he’s in his own room at the house, and not at the Jedi temple. His heart clenches at the thought of the temple but he can’t remember why.

“Where’s Ben Papi?”

It’s not his father who answers but a familiar female voice and Poe is looking at a haggard Leia Organa as she walks into his room. “Ben is gone Poe, there was no sign of him at the temple where we found you.”

She’s looking at him as though he has answers to the questions she wants him to answer and Poe is unexpectedly afraid. Deep inside his mind it feels like there’s a door that’s locked, one that he instinctively knows will hold the answers to her questions. Suddenly he doesn’t want to know what happened because there is so much pain radiating behind that door.

His father’s arms come around him and Poe curls against him, face buried in Kes’ chest like he used to when he was a child, just like he had when his mother died, only now it’s the man he loves most in the world who is gone. There is a fire burning deep in his heart, a tendril of hope that tells him he can fight to get Ben back. It’s covered up by the pain now, but in the years to come Poe will hold it tightly and keep it burning; he won’t ever give up on Ben.

It isn’t until Jakku that that spark ignites into a roaring fire of determination.

Please and thank you writer anon <3 I'm excited!

"Just a short lil' thing..." anon says as they drag me through an emotional hellscape.

Love your work, mate, but it feels like my heart has been tenderized.

Hux was a results-oriented person. He was exacting when it came to detail but not picky about the category -- from budgeting, to timing, scale, handwriting, dry-cleaning, grout, and noise insulation, he created and enforced standards. He didn’t give a rat’s ass about what was interesting, or even particularly good, because those things so rarely correlated with a significant return on investment. Once, at a party, Whitney Port had introduced him as a tall balance sheet.

So when he was hit with an unexpected $60,000 in pool tile fees, he was only able to keep his brain from literally exploding by driving to Ballona Creek and smoking six Turkish Silvers in rapid succession under the bridge.

“I won’t kill him,” he eventually decided. “Because at this point I can’t even afford the quicklime.”

A man walking a sweating West Highland Terrier veered to give him a wide berth.

Hux tossed his last butt into the creek, prompting a look of true offense from the dog-walker, and went back to Outpost to stake out the office.

When Ren returned, it was with a transparently guilty conscience. He stopped to pet the cat, locked the door behind him, and even whistled nonchalantly before journeying upstairs to find his husband.

Hux was lying in wait.

“So I had interesting conversation with the pool tile people,” he said, spinning his white Herman Miller executive chair around to face to door. He had a little too much torque on it, and had to put his feet down to stop the chair. “They said that the order was changed. Yesterday. Changed to five colors of honeycomb glass tile.”

Ren, trapped in the doorway, put his hands in his pockets.

“Was it,” he said, looking at the ceiling, then the walls, then taking his hands out of his pockets to look at them.

Hux steepled his fingers. “Since it was less than two weeks in advance, this was done in person.”

“Oh,” said Ren.

Hux’s voice was quiet, as quiet as it had been before the keys of the Porsche sailed into the bay, quieter than Justin Bobby’s laughter and the roar of the wind. “Apparently, we sent one of our interns in. A guy named Matt.”

Ren was sweating. “We don’t have a Matt.”

“Which is what I said, right before I asked the see the security footage.”

“They let you do that?”

Hux glared, and plugged his laptop’s HDMI cable into the office television. The screen showed footage of the sidewalk outside a store font. After a moment, Kylo Ren appeared in a blond wig, furtively putting on a pair of glasses.

Hux paused the video.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

There was a meow from the open door. Millicent, encouraged by Ren’s suspicious petting, had sniffed out the controversy and come upstairs.

“Millicent!” Hux shouted. “Can you give us one minute?”

Millicent slipped back out of the door.

“You don’t have any proof,” said Ren. “It’s me in a wig. That’s not proof. You don’t know everything about me, maybe it’s a … sexual thing. Blond wig, flooring storefront, you know, like a --”

“You signed the new order,” said Hux, taking it gently from the desk. He was not about to brandish documents in anyone’s face, though his soul wanted to. “Right here. ‘Intern Matt.’”

“Well,” said Ren. “Intern Matt has good taste.”

When Rey got in with some checks to sign for the Paseo del Serra crew, she breezed into the office to discover Kylo Ren in a blond wig and unflattering aviator-style glasses, bent naked over one of the white Herman Miller chairs. She had expected his ass to look different.

Hux stood behind him, holding a fraternity paddle in one hand and his phone in the other.

“Knock, next time,” he said to Rey. “Did you feed the cat?”

“Not yet,” she said.

“Then go feed the cat. We’ll give Matt the intern a break for today.”

+1 for Hux having a Sookie Stackhouse nonsense space-steroid bloodline. He would be so annoyed!

The next evening a check cleared for Kylo’s interior design project on Mulholland Drive, and Hux took the team out for dinner at SUR.

Lisa Vanderpump, clutching a puffy dog the color of burnt flan, greeted them at the lounge. She kissed Kylo and Hux twice each on the cheek. Hux gave her a businesslike handshake; Kylo slumped his shoulders and pawed at his cheek for lipstick like an absolutely colossal toddler who had been hugged in front of his friends.

“She doesn’t do that for everyone, does she?” asked Rey.

“What do you mean?” said Finn, looking at himself for the fourth or fifth time in his phone camera.

“Your vanity is starting to make it difficult to be your friend,” said Rey. “Are you wearing the suit jacket that agent left behind?”

“It’s Richard James,” said Finn.

“What, the guy?”

“The jacket. The guy’s name was Poe.”

“Was?” Rey leaned in confidentially. “Do you think they really killed him?”

“No. I meant … he’s alive. He left me his card. Poe Dameron.”

“Then why haven’t you tried to return the jacket?”

“It’s Richard James,” said Finn.

“I feel like you just keep saying men’s names,” said Rey. “Hey. Do you know who’s paying for this? I thought we couldn’t afford guacamole.”

At that point, a round of complimentary and identical SUR Gimlets featuring Vanderpump Vodka arrived, and the night began to escalate. They never paid for drinks, but each round arrived with a bottle of Vanderpump Vodka displayed on the tray. Rey wondered, but she didn’t ask.

It took about an hour before Kylo knocked an endive salad onto the floor in the process of reaching for Hux’s hand.

Rey watched the salad fall. She was the only one. Finn kept taking snaps that played with perspective so it looked like he was pinching Thomas Girardi’s head, and Kylo and Hux were exchanging a SUR Gimlet-fueled look that crackled with sexual electricity.

“I know I’m obnoxious sometimes,” said Kylo. He rested his hand on Hux’s bare forearm, thumb on the face of his Shinola.

“You tore a door off the hinge,” said Hux. “Of a property I paid $800,000 for.”

“But the door was like,” Kylo put his fork in the empty space where the salad had been. “I don’t know, $75?”

Hux sighed. “You bought a wig and canceled a tile order using a fake identity.”

“I’m saying -- I know what you put up with,” said Kylo. “And -- look. I’m sorry. About the Matt thing.”

“It’s OK,” said Hux, looking resolutely at the bar. “It’ll be fine. I’m handling it.”

Rey put her elbows on the table and shouted into Finn’s ear: “So I think Hux is the Zodiac killer.”

Then Kylo’s parents showed up.

TBC~~~

Thank you so much! <3

MATT. MATT'S HERE.

I'm watching house flipping shows on Netflix thanks to you, anon. Muah.

Thank you! honestly you're completely right, house flipper kylo couldn't brick anyone into shit.

lol Hux in full-on fascist speech mode, howling: "WEREWOLVES, NOT SWEARWOLVES!" across all space.

I'm SO HAPPY you're enjoying it, requester anon. <3 i am here to please you.

Rey is slowly revising her opinion about who will snap first but she sees the writing on the wall.

The first time they ended up at the ER together was when Kylo tried to fix a welding torch and it ended up squirting fire in a sort of trident..........

Ahhhh this comment gives me life. Thank you thank you.

Thank you!

Anon I couldn't resist that joke. I'm hoping to reprise it later. Thank you so much for reading and ~appreciating ~my ~art

Omg I'm so happy to hear! Sorry I missed yesterday, I didn't have enough written, I hope you didn't lose faith~

ahhhh I treasure this. Thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy :o

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