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This is adorable. Seconded.

I love happy modern AUs and I even love angsty ones, but I'd love to see how Finn and Poe's relationship would look with some realistic and awful problems faced by a nonwhite LGBT couple in a white-dominated country (specifically the USA, though other countries with about the same racism are fine too) without it being too 1000% depressing.

Like, it's a good life, they're happy, but they still gotta deal with prejudice that comes with their sexuality and race.

And not even the overt "get outta my town" racism, but the covert, microaggression kind, where people fetishize Poe or think Finn is too unattractive for him or people having some preconceptions of them. Maybe somebody comments on how Latinos are "taking jobs" while Poe is right there, or maybe sweet, sweet Finn gets stopped by police at a random convenience store for no apparent reason.

+10000 bonus for best friend/sister Rey being fucking pissed at every turn for them (if you wanna turn this into OT3 Rey/Finn/Poe that'd be great too! Rey could be the angry protective girlfriend to her boys)

+4000000 bonus for some cultural stuff too, the two of them bringing a bit of home with them (Finn with Nigerian parents and heritage, maybe, and Poe as Guatemalan) and showing it in their daily lives

I know the prompt implies established relationship but it'd be totally amazing to see how they got together too

+1 and the remnants of my soul.

You got me at triple penetration

YES PLEASE

Finn just has that build, a bit beefy but with round edges, so his chest must be amazing, and the first time Poe sees it he just wants to go to town

And when they get together, he does. He bites his pecs, licks his nipples and sucks on them, squeezes the soft-hard muscle, even convinces Finn to let him fuck them

and Poe gets so desperate and horny when he sees Finn's fabulous chest that Finn can't say no

+bonus if Finn's nipples and chest are super sensitive and he's just as turned on as Poe is when Poe plays with them

Poor Han.

Not really.

OH FUCK, pec fucking! I never knew I needed this

I've been thinking about trying to prompt something like this for ages but was unsure how to word it, but this is everything I want. As a poc it would be nice to see some of the realities of being poc and gay in modern society in a fic without it being a complete angst fest. Seconded :)

I absolutely want this. Like so, so much.

Can I write this?

When he wakes up, Finn is scared, injured, and lost on the Resistance base. He's welcome there, but some people still don't trust him, or treat him with suspicion and hostility. The only person who seems to really like and trust him is Poe, so he takes to following Poe around like a lost puppy.

Anon just wants to see cute and lost Finn having some trouble finding his way, and Poe taking him under his wing and taking care of Finn, showing him how things work, introducing him to new friends, explaining this world to him and always being ready with jokes and hugs and hand holding when Finn needs them.

I'd prefer if it was platonic/brotherly or pre-slash, but any pairings (Stormpilot included) are fine if that's the way it takes you :)

So OP, some questions so I know what you're looking for: would you like Hux to be self-conscious/embarrassed about it? Should this extend to cock size as well or just be about his overall smol-ness? Is Kylo possessive or not? Anything you absolutely wouldn't want to see?

A documentary narration of their hatefueled interactions as mating rituals.

(I wrote this at the end of a very long all-nighter. I'm not certain if this is what you were looking for, but it happened)

Everyone knew Hux was a dragon. It wasn’t something that was spoken of aloud, but the Hux family was old and powerful and well known. Nowadays people tended to turn a blind eye to such things. Hux never transformed on base, keeping to his human form. He kept any power that he had tightly under wraps. Dragons, after all, could only do so much with their size. Generals of the First Order had more powerful forces than magic at their hands.

In fact Hux seemed to despise anything extraordinary. He had always been blunt about the fact that he held the force in contempt. He refused to put more than a token effort into finding Luke. “There are more important things in the galaxy than wizards,” he’d said when Kylo had pressed him.

The only thing he seemed to hold in more contempt than force users were royals. When he first met Kylo he gave him one disgusted look. “A prince, how quaint.” For a moment his eyes seemed to flash with something, but he’d turned back to his data pad instead, ignoring Kylo.

“I am a Knight of Ren,” Kylo said with a frown, “not a prince.”

Hux had made a disinterested noise in response and Kylo had found himself dismissed and furious. He was no prince. He had forsaken any link he had to royalty when he’d become a knight. He ignored the strange curl in his stomach that Hux caused, determined to hate the man twice as much as he seemed to hate him.

Hux was determined to make Kylo’s life difficult. Every step of the way the man hindered him, demanding facts and logic when all Kylo had to offer was his intuition and the way the force guided him.

“If you want more troops you’ll have to provide me with actual evidence. I’m not wasting more resources on your wild chase when we’ve come so close to completing the StarKiller,” Hux said. Once again he was looking at a screen, not even sparing Kylo a glance.

“I have evidence, it is not my fault you are too weak to see the way the force guides us to this planet,” Kylo said.

“Is this the same guidance that you’ve wasted the last several cycles following and taken away my men for? Tell me, what do you have to show for the resources I have already given you?” he waited a moment, knowing Kylo had nothing, “exactly. I’m running a real operation here. Give me something substantial or stop wasting my time.”

“Of all people you have to realize that there are things that break the laws of science,” Kylo growled. He was barely resisting the urge to unsheath his light saber. He was so close to finding Luke, he could feel it.

“Of all people,” Hux repeated softly. “And what is that supposed to mean?” For once he glanced up from his pad, eyes challenging with that soft unnatural glow that Kylo had glimpsed when they first met.

“Everyone knows what you are,” he said. He didn’t know why he hesitated even now to say the word.

“What I am is a general who believes in following proper protocol. Fill out the correct form with real data and you will get your troops. If your ‘force’ is correct there has to be evidence to support it. Stop being lazy and go find it.”

If there was one thing Kylo learned quickly it was that Hux was incredibly protective of the StarKiller. He kept paper copies of every blueprint of the weapon. He oversaw every detail he conceivably could. While Kylo destroyed things with abandon on the Finalizer he showed some caution when it came to damaging things on the Star iller.The few times he lost his temper Hux had appeared, eyes glowing and commanding him to calm down. To say the least, he was possessive.

It wasn’t a surprise then that the day his control finally snapped was when his beloved base was falling apart under his feet.

“Get up,” he growled. “We’re leaving.”

Kylo had no idea how he had found him, left bleeding out in the middle of a forest, the ground crumbling beneath him. He resisted Hux’s grip. “Let me go,” he said weakly, trying to break free and retain some shred of his pride.

Hux’s hands, like talons, tightened into Kylo’s shoulder. “Be still prince, or I’ll tell Snoke I was unable to find you and leave you here to die.”

“Do it. It would be better than living with this defeat” Kylo said, humiliated when Hux put an arm under his legs and scooped him up close to his chest.

“I don’t have time for your hysterics,” Hux said, he seemed about to say something else, but the planet shuttered beneath them, the rock beneath them crumbling into nothing. The last thing Kylo was conscious of was the cold wind against his face as they took off, somehow soaring up instead of falling down.

When he woke up Hux was there, looking as unruffled as always, dressed in a pressed uniform. He didn’t look at Kylo once as the medic droids came over and examined him. He didn’t say a word the entire time Kylo was conscious, remaining a still, looming presence at the end of hi bed.

He was still there the next several times he woke up. For the most part he stayed perfectly still, only coming alive when one of the droids attempted to provide Kylo with medical care that he disagreed with. He hovered, watching their every move. He argued about the proper tightness of wrappings.. Kylo was pretty sure he heard him hiss at Phasma when the woman finally managed to drag him away to rest.

“There’s something wrong with him,” Kylo said when Phasma returned and took up Hux’s post at his bedside.

She shrugged, “he’s just nesting. His home and hoard have been destroyed. He seems to have latched onto you for whatever reason to compensate. It happens.” Kylo didn’t ask how she knew so much about typical dragon behavior. There was something ancient about the woman that did not invite questions.

He’d accepted the other man’s presence until he awoke and found he was no longer in medbay. It took him several long moments to realize he’d been transported to someone’s quarters, and several more minutes to realize Hux was sitting in a large chair off to the side of the bed, looking at his pad again.

“Why is it so hot in here?” Kylo asked. He’d been meaning to ask where he was, but upon sitting up he’d been overwhelmed by the heat. He could see the sweat pooling down onto his stomach. “Where did my cloths go?” He was sure he’d been in a medical robe the last time he’d woken up.

“The medical bay was too cold. The heat in here will help you recover quicker,” Hux didn’t look up from his pad, but the action seemed more forced this time. .

“And the medics just let you take me?” Kylo asked, suspicion growing.

“The medics are incompetent,” Hux replied. “You’ll be better here. In my quarters.”

Suddenly Phasma’s words came back to Kylo and he realized what was going on. “For fucks sake. You’ve kidnapped me.” As if his life hadn’t been going to shit enough, Hux had gone stereotypical dragon on him and had kidnapped him.

“I am protecting you,” Hux replied, as if this wasn’t the most ridiculous thing in the world.

“Where is the logic in this?” Kylo asked. He understood that the destruction of the StarKiller had hit Hux hard, but there were limits.

“You’re mine and I’m keeping you nearby. If I were to let you out of my sight something might happen to you. It’s perfectly logical,” he replied, his tone even as if this actually made some sort of sense.

“I’m not yours,” Kylo replied slowly.

“You’ve been living in my domain and eating the food I’ve provided you with. Regardless of if I want you or not prince, you are mine,” he said. Kylo wanted to offer a denial, but he realized he had never asked why he’d been provided with better food than anyone else. He narrowed his eyes, the sneaky bastard.

“Despite whatever territorial things you’ve been doing without my permission, the fact remains that I don’t belong to you,” he said. At least he was hoping that was true. He probably should have looked into dragon laws as soon as he’d been assigned to Hux.

“Would you prefer to go back to the medicbay?” Hux asked. Kylo considered the question and realized he wouldn’t. Now that he was in the heat he realized it was cold there, and the sheets were nowhere near as nice.

“Fine, I’ll stay here until we reach Snoke,” he said, already feeling the call of sleep.This was the most energy he had spent since his defeat.

Hux looked pleased, “good. I will awake you if Snoke calls, until then rest.”

As much as he hated giving the other man his way Kylo gave up. He really was tired, and now that he was over the shock of it the heat felt good against his healing skin. Kylo laid his head back down onto the pillow, pausing when he felt a stiffness on his neck.

“General,” he said coldly, “tell me that’s not a collar around my neck.”

Certainly!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5959557

I'm really glad you enjoyed it, I had a lot of fun writing it.

+2000

seconded!

Possessive Hux!!! I live!

*tears off limb* There it's yours now.

OP
That's not really what I was thinking of at all, haha, but it still sounds cool, so you should do it! I'm also totally fine with virgins, although I'm not a huge fan of virginity kink (let's just say my first bf was creepy as shit).

Kind of ashamed that my visceral response to this was "Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I want that to end happily! I just want those two crazy kids to be okay!" Haha.

This is gold.

"She wants to watch Obi-Wan fuck her husband FOR THE GOOD OF THE GALAXY" was my main take-away from Clone Wars.

Seconded!!

(“Last chance to get off, General. If you hurry you might just make the jump.”

“Ren, if you don’t land this ship right now-“

Ren wasn’t listening. Ren was never fucking listening. He was nosing the shuttle out of the hanger doors.)

Hux snarls at the memory, banging his fist against the fire-blackened shuttle console. It doesn’t so much as beep. The thing was destroyed- little more than a twisted pile of junk now. It was a miracle the three of them had gotten out alive, all things considered. One entire wing had been torn off during entry of the atmosphere, exposing the interior to the harsh desert around them. Sand was already beginning to accumulate around his feet. Sand was beginning to accumulate everywhere, he was discovering.

“It wasn’t a miracle,” Ren’s voice says from behind him.

“What have I told you about staying out of my head?” Hux says, without any particular venom. He has reached his saturation point when it came to hating Kylo Ren. There was simply no more room in him to store any more of it.

There is sound of metal-on-metal as Ren pulls up one of the floor panels and begins rooting around in the space underneath with one long arm. He’s lost the mask; ether in the crash or in deference to the parching heat. The scar bisecting his face is still faintly pink, though fading at the edges. Absurdly, Hux notices that Ren's hair is beginning to frizz from the heat.

Hux had never seen Kylo Ren without the mask until recently. Could still barely even imagine him without it. The boyish face underneath had been... not what he was expecting. Hux had been responsible for the revolutionizing of the Stormtrooper training system. He had seen literally millions of troops pass through his program. Masks were commonplace. Nearly comforting in their blank uniformity.

The mask suited Ren better than the face did, he decided. Those eyes belonged to someone sweet. Someone soft. Not Ren.

“I was able to cushion our landing, such as it was,” Ren says, extracting a medkit from the compartment under the floor grating and laying it to the side. Hux makes a noise just to signify that he’s heard him. He hadn’t missed the way Ren had turned away from him at their last dual meeting with Leader Snoke. The way he had kept his eyes firmly fixed forward, as if daring the General to say something about his exposed face.

Well, whatever issues he had with it before, Ren seems to have come to terms with them. He watches Hux, curiously, his arm still buried in the guts of the shuttle.

“It’s just a pity I didn’t have time to save more of the ship,” he says, withdrawing his empty hand. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“For what?”

“Saving your life.”

Ren hefts the medkit and stands.

“Saving my life?” he says to Ren’s retreating back. “I hardly heard you thanking me when I dragged your sorry carcass off of Starkiller Base after that girl nearly killed you.”

It’s petty and petulant, he knows. Beneath him. Still, he is hot and irritated, and Ren is trying his last frayed nerve.

“You were under orders,” Ren says simply, without turning to look at him. Out of the corner of his eye, Hux catches sight of TR-4022 focusing very, very hard on sorting through the wreckage of their debris field. Good man.

“It still counts,” Hux adds before Ren can argue, pursuing him over the sand dunes that surround the shuttle, “And another thing- one very important thing, Ren. My life wouldn’t have needed saving if it weren’t for your pathetic wounded ego and lack of self-control. If you hadn’t been itching for a rematch with the little girl who beat you-“

Suddenly Hux cannot breathe. He chokes, clutching at the invisible hand closed around his throat.

“I would think very hard about my next words if I were you, General. I can always say you died in the crash,” Ren says, curling his fingers.

Off to the side, TR-4022 is humming to himself.

Hux glares impotently until Ren releases him. He hopes, for just a moment, that Ren is reading his thoughts right now, and lingers on some carefully culled ones involving Ren’s mother and a bantha just in case.
“What now, then?” Ren says, after a few minutes have passed, seemingly, disappointingly, unaware of Hux’s dark thoughts.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the tactician. How do we get back to the ship?”

Hux runs a hand over his face, trying to soothe away the frayed edges of his headache. His skin is already turning red and warm from the unending sun. “We find a way to signal for help.”

“How do we do that?”

Were he anyone else, Hux might be irritated at the assumption that he must single-handedly orchestrate their escape. As it is, Hux has been considering just that for nearly an hour now, building up a checklist of options and contingencies.

“Well, the ship is shot,” Hux says, working his way through his mental list. “There’s no way we’ll muster enough power to activate the distress beacon, even if it somehow managed to still be able to hold a signal.”

Hux progresses to plan B. “Can you, I don’t know, contact Leader Snoke through the Force or something?”

Ren appears thoughtful.

“Not at this distance, no” he says. “I can send out a sort of general distress cry that might reach the Finalizer. If so, I could guide the ship to our location. But…”

“Yes?”

“There’s no way of targeting the crew of the Finalizer specifically.”

“Which means what, to those of us who didn’t go to magic school?”

Ren frowns at him, but Hux cannot tell if it is because of what he is about to say or because of the ‘magic’ crack. “It means that any force-sensitive person in the area might hear it.”

“Ah,” Hux says. “Such as your desert rat.”

“Or General Organa,” Ren adds, coldly.

Well we don’t want mummy running to your rescue, do we? Hux thinks sourly, to cover up the disappointment he feels at the unsuitability of this plan. They’re in no state to fight off the Resistance should the wrong person come running to Ren’s psychic distress cry. Damn. Which left plan C.

“There’s a village within a sizable walking distance of here. I saw it on the readout as the ship was going down. This is a pre-industrial planet, but once we get there I’m confident I can scrap together a transmitter so long as we take the targeting crystals from the ship. “

“How sizable of a distance?”

Hux shakes the sand out of his brain and runs a few quick mental calculations, “Three weeks brisk walk?”

Ren looks around them at the endless expanse of desert. Reddish-gold sand stretches in every direction, unchanging, seemingly to the very edge of the horizon. Hux isn’t exactly enthused about this plan either.

“General? Lord Ren?” TR-4022 interjects hesitantly. “If I may, sirs, there’s one problem with that plan.”

“Yes, TR-4022?” Hux prompts.

“The emergency ration kits appear to be… gone, sir.”

It was his own arrangement. Every shuttle contained a week’s survival rations- nutrient paste and a water condensation module, designed to pull moisture out of the air- for every essential crew-member. It was intended for occasions just such as this.

“I’m worried it may have blown out during out descent, sirs. I’ve found one of the water condensers, but none of the food rations. “

Ren’s mouth quirks in what might have been a humorless smile. It sits awkwardly on his face, like a guest that knows it isn’t welcome.

“Three weeks walk,” he echoes, “Are you any good at hunting, General?”

I probably shouldn't be as into the idea of Hux keeping his collared princess in his room as I am. :3

Hux is caught by some space pirates. Instead of asking for ransom (as he expects), they decide to keep him as their communal cumdump.

+100 degrading dirtytalk, restrains/bondage

+1000 Hux gradually goes from being haughty and throwing threats to completely broken, realizing that there would be no rescue and that his rank means nothing to his captors

No squicks at all, can be as filthy as an author wishes.

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