tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #3

Instead of going dark side Ben steals the Millennium Falcon and runs away from home. And then ten years later General Hux is dealing with all of these construction delays on Starkiller because this $&%(ing smuggler trash keeps boosting their shipments and no-one can catch him, so he’s all FINE I WILL GO AFTER HIM MY GODDAMN SELF YOU INCOMPETENT TWATS. so yeah instead of blowing up the Hosnian system he ends up in a dive bar on a nowhere planet being sweet-talked by this unexpectedly smooth/dorky MF pilot who he is going to kill OK, just any minute now. Totally.

Yes.

YAAASSSSSSSSSS

AU Perfection!

question: was the tracking beacon still on the Millennium Falcon so that Han knows exactly where his son is every time he hits hyperspace? Or did Kylo eventually figure that out?

not OP, but eeeeeeeeeee!

OP headcanons that Han knows, but Leia makes him leave it alone- using it to track Ben down will just prompt him to remove the tracker, and knowing where he is and not speaking is still preferable to not knowing anything. Ben sort-of keeps in contact with Chewie and send his mom video messages sometimes.

Ben Solo, Smuggler King!

Delinquent/smuggler/scoundrel/third option Ben/Kylo will ALWAYS get my vote. :D
And OMG YES he would be great at being an unassuming dork who smoothly wins people over w/o them realizing it at first.

I am intrigued by this prompt on levels. Would OP be okay with identity shenanigans where Hux has no idea that the smooth/dorky pilot who's offering (mis)information (and knows exactly who Hux is) is actually the smuggler he's trying to stop?

OP's bulletproof kink is identity porn, so YES, by all means, go for it!

Excellent. I too kink pretty hard on identity porn, so I will definitely go for it.

‘So you’re just going to send me away!?’ Ben stood in the centre of the room, facing his parents. His fists were clenched and his gaze kept darting between them.

‘Stop being so dramatic. Luke just thinks you’ll do better among other Force-sensitive kids and maybe learn some control,’ Han said.

‘I’m not a child, father. And just what do you mean by “do better”? Do you think Luke will stop me failing to live up to your glorious legacy?’ Ben spat.

Leia held up a hand and took half a step forward. ‘Ben, calm down, we can talk about—’ she started to say.

‘Stop telling me to calm down! You do this every time!’

‘Luke says it’s dangerous for you to get so emotional,’ Leia said.

Ben threw his hands up. ‘Now I’m emotional. Maybe I wouldn’t be so emotional if my parents weren’t trying to get rid of me!’

Han folded his arms and tried to stare down his son. ‘That’s not what we’re doing and you know it.’

Ben took a step forward, his expression twisting when Han stood his ground. ‘You never listen to me. You never take me seriously.’

Han snorted. ‘Maybe if you didn’t throw a tantrum every other day like some spoilt little kid, then we would—’

Ben punched Han in the face. The argument cut off and a leaden silence settled over the family. It was hard to tell who was more surprised by the violence. Ben looked down at his own fist like he’d never seen it before. Han gingerly touched his nose. When his fingers came away wet with blood, he stared at them for a long moment.

‘Ben!’ Leia began.

‘No!’ Ben shouted and ran from the room.

He wasn’t paying much attention to where he was going. His eyes were wet with tears and he just needed to get out, get away for a while. It seemed like inevitability when he ended up in front of the Millennium Falcon. Han had taught him everything about the old ship. Ben’s earliest memories involved staring wide-eyed at the blinking lights and complex controls in the cockpit. Even laying a hand on the hull soothed away some of Ben’s fury and hurt. A wild impulse seized him and Ben entered the ship. This wasn’t running away. He just needed a few moments of peace, away from everyone. When he’d blown off some steam he’d be back.

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Leia found out about Ben’s disappearing act from one of her aides hours later. A roil of emotions swept through her at the news and in its wake she felt an overwhelming sense of weariness. It was always so difficult with Ben. He clashed so hard against her and Han that it was almost impossible to live in the same base without tempers flaring every other day.

Leia went to her bedroom. She wasn’t at all surprised that Han was already there, sitting on her bed and determinately staring at the ground. ‘He took the Falcon, didn’t he?’ he said as she walked in.

Leia narrowed her eyes at him. ‘How did you know that?’

‘It’s what I would have done.’

Leia sighed and came over to sit beside him. She put a hand on his shoulder. ‘He gets his recklessness from you, you know.’

Han snorted and leaned into her touch. ‘Yeah, well he gets his stubborn determination from you.’

‘And your disregard for rules,’ Leia replied.

‘Well your… aloofness.’

‘Well your poor decision making.’

‘Hey, that’s our poor decision making,’ Han corrected. ‘You’re the one who chose me.’

Leia huffed a laugh. ‘I did.’ She watched Han staring at his feet for a long moment before she broke the silence again. ‘I don’t regret my choices, you know.’

Han looked up at her. His smile was just a little crooked. ‘Me neither.’

‘He’ll be alright,’ Leia said.

‘Of course he’ll be alright! I’ve been teaching him how to fly the Flacon since he was big enough not to dribble on the controls.’

They lapsed into silence again. Each of them wondered if maybe this was for the best after all. Ben struggled in the long shadow of their family’s legacy. He needed a chance to learn some independence and responsibility.

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‘Ha! Too slow!’ Ben felt a rush of exhilaration as his ship wove a beautiful path between weapon fire and debris. ‘And that’s what you get for building at the bottom of a gravity well. Try and catch me now!’

He smirked as one of the pursuing fighters crashed into a chunk of rock and blew apart. Who knew there was enough oxygen in one of those ships to actually cause an explosion?

Ben engaged the Falcon’s thrusters and dodged around a ball of ice twice the size of his ship. Two more fighters were lost from his tail, one exploding and the other spinning off on a completely wrong trajectory as one of its engines scraped against the ice. He only needed to lose the last fighter and then he could take the time to flip the controls and blast into hyperspace. The Falcon was faster than its pursuers, but it wasn’t designed for manoeuvrability. The only way he would win here was by sheer reflex and instinct. Conscious thought just wasn’t fast enough.

Not for the first time, Ben wished he had a co-pilot. All of his attention needed to be focused on the flying manoeuvres. It meant that he couldn’t enter hyperspace without a long initialising stage, let alone fire weapons while he was piloting. There had been a lot of close calls early on and Ben had nearly been captured or killed a half-dozen times.

A blast from the fighter behind him streaked ahead of the ship. Ben blinked after-images from his eyes as the light blazed through the viewports. He automatically corrected his flight path, moving just a bit faster than an ordinary human.

The Falcon felt alive around him as he made one final call. With the thrusters set to a hard burn, Ben skimmed the surface of an incoming heap of junk. The irregular surface was pitted and spiky, held together by only the weakest gravitational attraction. Ben shot over and down the surface of the junk and the burn of the thrusters and the pull of his ship flung the incoming mass into his trail. The junk collided with the last fighter in a fiery crash. Ben whooped and slowed the ship down to a cruise. His attention was freed up to focus on the hyperdrive jump.

The Falcon had a cargo bay full of crates, all stamped with First Order emblems. There was a group of salvage runners waiting for him on Taut’ugaar who would pay top currency for the high quality flux stabilisers. Ben’s body hummed with the adrenaline of the chase and the pride of another successful raid. Honestly, if the First Order didn’t want him stealing their parts, they should make it less fun. Life was good.

For a moment, just before hitting hyperspace, Ben’s gaze slid toward one section of the ship where he knew a tracking beacon was waiting to transmit his location. It was only a simple mechanism. He could have disabled it, given some tools and a couple of hours. Instead, he left it were it was and tried not to think too hard about whether his parents or uncle Chewbacca were tracking his movements. It was much harder trying not to wonder if they were proud of him, or just disappointed.

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Hux threw the report down in disgust. ‘How! How does he keep doing this!?’ Hux demanded. ‘That’s the fifth shipment that filthy smuggler has managed to intercept.’

Captain Phasma remained silent. The general’s ranting tended to be rhetorical.

‘Captain, have our informants found anything?’ he finally asked.

‘No sir.’

‘A name? A face?’ Hux persisted.

‘No sir. All we know about the target is that he goes by Kylo, which probably isn’t his real name, and that no one seems to have seen his face. Even his fences can’t give us a clear, non-conflicting description.’

Hux picked up another report and read aloud. ‘So he’s “kind of tall”? He’s “average looking”? Don’t tell me criminal scum have the capacity, let alone the inclination, to resist torture.’

Phasma stared straight ahead. ‘No sir. We suspect he wears some sort of disguise.’

Hux glared at the report and then at Phasma. ‘Fine. Dismissed, captain. I’ll deal with this matter myself.’

Phasma saluted and left. Hux sat down heavily at his desk and started detailing a plan of action. This smuggler was causing a disproportionate problem for the construction of the Starkiller Base. He was too good at what he did. No one should be able to be that lucky. It was like this “Kylo” had never made a single mistake.

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‘Kriffing kriff!’ Ben shouted as he dodged behind a corner to avoid the blaster fire. He kept up a steady stream of curses and continued running through Taut’ugaar’s warehouse district. The chiss behind him were making enough noise to signal their location. They sounded mad.

It wasn’t his fault that they were being unreasonable about the price of good flux stabilisers. Say what you liked about the First Order, they didn’t skimp on quality parts. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have gone in without backup when they were choosing the exchange location. But he felt completely justified about opening fire on their kaleesh gunners after the deal had fallen apart. They’d screwed him over so they’d been asking for it.

At least the group of goods runners wasn’t a well-established one. It meant they wouldn’t have the resources to actually hunt him down. He may have made some enemies today, but he should be able to avoid running into them in the future.

Even after Ben was absolutely sure he’d lost them, he still took long meandering route to one of the larger hangouts. While the larger haunts were more conspicuous, in a place like Taut’ugaar cantinas and flophouses were able to keep their own brand of peace, which was brutally and sometimes lethally enforced. No one made trouble for paying customers in places that could afford their own security. More importantly there’d be rooms, food and drink.

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Hux had never been to Taut’ugaar, but he had done his research. The base was a well-known gathering place for criminal elements. No one had made a serious effort to wipe them out for a long time, mostly because they were just slightly more useful to have around than not. Taut’ugaar was the best place to find bounty hunters and mercenaries, black market parts and restricted substances. Both governments and commercial mega-entities had shadowy ties to the place, though nothing that could ever be proven, of course.

Hux got out of the port region as quickly as possible and made his way to the entertainment district. He felt distinctly uncomfortable in civilian clothes, but it was a necessity. There were other humans around, but they were in a definite minority. It set Hux’s teeth on edge. Still, no one gave him a second look among the colourful dregs of galactic society.

Getting information about his stolen cargo was a slow and frustrating exercise. No one seemed to want to talk to a stranger, even one that was offering top credit. Hux had attempted a subtle infiltration of three of the major hotspots for fences and had nothing to show for his efforts. He was sitting in one of the larger cantinas and brooding over an untouched drink when a man slid into the seat opposite to him. The stranger was tall and lanky with an unruly mop of dark hair. He was wearing nondescript robes and a lazy smirk.

‘I hear you’re looking for flux stabilisers,’ he said by way of introduction.

Hux felt a surge of triumph. He folded his arms and leaned back against his seat. ‘I am, but I’m after a lot. Five cargo crates worth, in fact.’

The man tapped a long finger against his lips. ‘Well, I don’t think I can supply you myself, but I may know some people who can.’

‘Yes?’ Hux asked, trying not to let too much eagerness show.

The man paused, searching Hux’s face for a long moment. There was something just a little too intense about those dark eyes, but eventually he spoke. ‘Sure, they’re a small group, but they get around. They’re chiss who specialise in acquisitions with a couple of kaleesh for muscle. They’ll be here tomorrow and I could point out their ship for you. I would expect a small… token for putting you in the way of this group, naturally.’

‘Naturally,’ Hux agreed smoothly.

A crooked grin flashed across the man’s face. It transformed his face, making him look almost boyish for a moment. It was disarming.

‘Have a drink with me,’ the stranger said suddenly.

‘What?’

‘Have a drink with me.’

Hux scoffed, refusing to be put off balance. ‘I don’t even know your name,’ he said. It was a better excuse than the real one. Associating with a likely criminal was hardly a suitable use of his time, regardless of the circumstances. Or the appeal.

‘You can call me Ben.’

Hux debated the merits of giving a pseudonym to match the obviously fake name that “Ben” had just given him. It was probably unnecessary. His name wasn’t that unusual. ‘Hux,’ he said, not bothering to extend a hand.

‘Hux,’ Ben repeated. ‘I like it.’ There was that grin again. Hux tried to ignore it with mixed success.

‘Look, you’re going to have to kill some time between now and tomorrow anyway,’ Ben said. It was a throwaway line, but he looked so earnest that it was hard not to give the offer some consideration.

Hux’s better instincts lost the battle. ‘Alright. One drink.’

Ben stood, moving with a strange sort of grace for his ungainly frame. ‘Back in a moment,’ he said.

Hux couldn’t quite stop himself from watching Ben as he made his way to the bar. He returned with two glasses of Tarul wine. Hux was pleasantly surprised. ‘You have good taste,’ he said.

‘Oh, I’m known for my good taste,’ Ben replied. He eyed Hux over the rim of his glass.

Hux snorted into his own glass. ‘Good taste, perhaps, but truly terrible lines.’

‘Well, better taste than you,’ Ben said, playing along, ‘because I think my “terrible lines” are working on you.’

Hux made a non-committal noise and took a sip of his drink. The wine was full-bodied and smooth and a much higher quality than anything he could get aboard his ship. There was something heady about drinking with a criminal in a disreputable cantina on Taut’ugaar. His impending success of tracking down the stolen goods only added to the feeling.

‘Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?’ Ben asked.

At this point Hux merely raised an eyebrow. ‘Is that an offer?’

Ben leaned forward looking directly into Hux’s eyes. The piercing quality of his gaze was back and it was just a touch unsettling. ‘Definitely.’

Hux refused to back down and held the look. ‘Alright.’ The disconcerting look vanished from Ben’s face. It was replaced by a grin. This time Hux let himself be charmed.

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Ben practically jumped on Hux once they got inside his sparse room. His eagerness was flattering, though a little clumsy. He had one arm looped around Hux’s waist and his other hand fisted in his shirt just below the collar. He kissed enthusiastically with just a hint of teeth. There was almost something playful about it.

Hux attempted to bring some direction into things and tugged at Ben’s robes. ‘Strip down,’ he ordered.

Ben’s breath stuttered and his grip on Hux tightened minutely before letting go. ‘Yeah, okay,’ he said a little hoarsely.

Ben wasted no time in pulling off his robes. Hux began to remove his own clothes. He caught glimpses of Ben’s chest and the long lines of his limbs. There were a couple of faint scars on his torso. Though they weren’t that different from the sort of marks of sparring-gone-wrong, Hux saw them as yet another reminder that he was dealing with someone from outside of the neat military hierarchy.

As Hux set aside his last piece of clothing, his gaze flicked up and he saw that Ben was giving him a similarly blatant appraisal. In a flight of fancy, he would have sworn that he could feel the heat of Ben’s gaze on his skin. Ben was smirking at him. Hux took two steps into Ben’s space and pushed him back toward the bed. Ben’s frame was solid, but he seemed to go down gladly enough. The bed’s dark covers contrasted nicely against his skin as he pushed himself up on his elbows. He looked at Hux through hooded eyes. ‘So that’s how it’s going to be.’

‘If you don’t have any objections,’ Hux replied.

Ben’s smirk grew a little wider. ‘Not at all.’ He spread his legs in a sinuous movement and Hux’s mouth went a little dry. He planted a hand on Ben’s chest and slid onto the bed. Ben uttered a soft sigh as his cock brushed against Hux’s hip. They were close enough to share breath and the heat between their bodies made everything seem close and intimate. Too intimate perhaps, Hux thought as he leaned in for kiss.

Ben’s lips parted beneath Hux’s. The earlier fervour had transformed into something else as Ben stopped trying to set the pace. It didn’t stop him from shifting his hips in an attempt to get some friction, however. Hux smirked and leaned back so he could run his tongue over his own palm. Ben seemed transfixed by the sight and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. Hux reached down and curled his hand around both their cocks after a brief fumble. The feeling of heated, silky skin beneath his slick palm was deeply gratifying. Though not half as gratifying as Ben’s throaty moan, or the way his large hands came up and clutched at Hux’s back. He’d instinctively thrust into the tight grip and the slide of his cock against Hux’s was maddening and perfect.

It wasn’t long before Hux had to bite down on Ben’s shoulder to stifle the noises that were rising unbidden in the back of his throat. Ben arched into the sensation and gasped, his eyes wide. ‘Well, that’s new,’ he panted, ‘do it again.’

Hux smirked against Ben’s skin and nipped at the base of his jaw. Ben moaned, tilting his head to one side and exposing the pale line of his throat. The expanse of bare skin and the implicit trust of the gesture were affecting Hux more than he’d like to admit.

He dragged his teeth along one tendon and then sank his teeth into the juncture of Ben’s neck and shoulder. Ben bucked beneath him, uttering a sharp yelp. Hux’s grip tightened instinctively and Ben’s blunt fingernails bit into his back in response. He was close and Ben looked like he was about to come, or possibly pass out. His chest rose and fell with each gasping breath and the hammering of his heart was strong enough for even Hux to feel.

‘Go on,’ Hux said, ‘let me feel you come.’

A shiver ran through Ben and he uttered a low noise that sounded almost pained. He clenched his eyes and arched right back, baring his throat. Hux felt the warm spill of fluid over his hand. The slick, obscene feel of it only fuelled Hux’s cresting arousal. Beneath him, Ben was flushed and panting, but a small smirk was curling across his lips. There was something like a taunt in his eyes. Hux’s orgasm tore through him and the look of satisfaction in Ben’s expression only intensified it.

The aftermath left Hux’s limbs shaky. He grimaced slightly at the mess covering his hand and their bellies. It was erotic at the time, but now it was grating against Hux’s fastidious nature. Ben hauled himself into a roughly upright position and reached out to grab a corner of the covers. He used it to wipe both of them off. Hux gave him an unimpressed look, but Ben just shrugged. ‘They’re not my sheets.’

Hux rolled his eyes. ‘Fine, but you’re definitely sleeping on that side.’

Ben’s smile only broadened. Then he lay back down. Hux debated with himself for a moment, but honestly there was only so much room in the bed and… lying close… to the likely criminal was easily the least of his transgressions for the evening.

///

Hux woke slowly. He felt relaxed and languid. Sex with Ben had been just the outlet he’d been craving. Speaking of which… he turned on his side, but Ben’s half of the bed was empty, barring the rumpled sheets. It was cold too, so he hadn’t left recently, either. Frowning to himself, Hux sat up. This was Ben’s room and places like this tended to demand payment up front. He was being over-suspicious. Ben had likely already woken up and gone down to get food.

Hux looked around for his clothes. They were gone, as were all his personal effects, including his blaster, credits and comm. So were Ben’s. Hux opened the one storage cupboard and found it as bare as the rest of the room. In doing so he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Someone had written something across his chest.

Next time you’re chasing down stolen goods, maybe don’t be looking for the *exact* amount that was stolen. Warmest wishes, Kylo.

Lmao perfect ending! And the smut was so good!

Thank you! Glad you found it hot!

This. Is. MAGNIFICENT! Bravo, author-anon, bravo! Action, smut, and humor - perfect fill is perfect!

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*wild applause*

So fucking good. Would love to see more in this AU but it's pretty much perfect as it is.

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Hahaha the last line! Ben stealing all of Hux's stuff and leaving him butt naked - perfect ending!

I love Ben outwitting arrogant Hux who thinks he can outwit the smuggler who's been stealing all his supplies and ends up getting literally fleeced of everything.

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(Anonymous) - 2016-02-21 02:31 (UTC) - Expand

Bwahahahahaah! YES. Can there be more? Like a semi-evil kinky Pink Panther thing?

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(Anonymous) - 2016-02-21 02:31 (UTC) - Expand

at some point i thought Han was going to appear to cock block him as you said they could track him xD
This was sexy and hillarious. And it makes me happy that kylo found a proffession in which he doesnt go insane

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(Anonymous) - 2016-02-21 02:32 (UTC) - Expand

Request!anon: I am dying, this is perfection. Oh, Hux. Oh, poor Phasma is going to have to get through your sos call without dying of laughter. And Kylo was a perfectly cocky little shit XD

Thank you author anon!

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(Anonymous) - 2016-02-21 02:33 (UTC) - Expand

Omg, what a delight! I want like 500 more chapters of this. XD

But more seriously, this was a total blast. Kylo/Ben was perfect (and wow, a genuinely happy Kylo is something I didn't realize I needed), the sex was awesome, and the ending! Oh my god. ♥ Loved this fic.

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(Anonymous) - 2016-02-21 02:33 (UTC) - Expand

The Han/Leia scene ♥

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(Anonymous) - 2016-02-21 02:34 (UTC) - Expand

Tracker-Question-Anon here, loved all of it! Not sure if this is what you intended, but I especially loved that Kylo left the message written on Hux... and I'm imagining that he took the time to very carefully write it reversed for optimum mirror viewing... something that took longer but was totally worth it for maximum pranking potential.

Well done & thank you for sharing!!

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