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Wow that's... super nice of you to say. I love pragmatic Rey. Cock is 10/10 then face is optional, honestly, yeah? Trololo. Seriously though, thanks for reading.

Homegirl is practical like that. I mean the drugs do help him heal but still.

"Do you want a pickleback or nah?”
“Nah,” said Hux.
Kylo Ren handed him two tiny mason jars of whiskey and pickle juice.

I have been on both ends of this pickleback nonsense. This is hilarious and probably very accurate. I could read 50k+ of this ♥

Ahh. Clever girl. I really enjoy this Rey characterization. The flinty dagger-wielding stew-drugging heroine of my heart.

And Kylo is totally useless and threatening, which is perfectly in-character too.

“And you’re the dumping grounds for unwanted cast-offs?”

“So it would seem.” Rey stared up into his face.

BET HE RAN OUT INTO THE SNOWSTORM TO SOOTHE THAT THIRD DEGREE BURN whaaaat *high fives Rey*

Once again your world building is great, the domestic grind of chores Rey has to do before breakfast -- and how she has to manoeuvre around Mr Tall, Dark, And Probably A Bewitched Dragon??? to do it -- is a great look at her hard loner lifestyle and why she has so little patience for someone who cannot figure out shirtsleeves. Pffft, I think this is me justifying why I like reading about medieval pot scrubbing and jacket mending, idk, but keep it coming!

I think I'm developing a thing for wild animal Kylo, loping around in a snowstorm, killing things with his bare hands.

OP here -
Thank you for filling this, I love it! I'm really looking forward to what you're doing here.
Hux as the crossroads demon is brilliant! Does this mean that Poe had to kiss him to seal the deal? ;)

Oh no. :(

This was just brilliant! I really like that both Poe and Finn were there for him! Aww at Finn asking Ben if he was an angel <3 I also really like the progression and how everything flowed! All in all this is great <3!

Everything I touch turns to fluff.

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Finn loved the feeling of Poe snugged to his back; the lazy arm over his wast, the warm press of hairy chest against his sabre scar, the swell of Poe's chest as he breathed in, and the soft whistle that slipped between his teeth as he breathed out. It broke his heart to leave.

Carefully Finn slipped out from under Poe's arm and tugged on a pair of sweatpants. Once they were on he tiptoed across the bunkroom floor on bare feet, pausing to pull on some shoes and his jacket, split up the back seamlessly repaired by a tailor that owed Poe a considerable favour.

"F'nn?" the pilot's voice was low and thick with sleep, a confused grunt passing for Finn's name. A glance over his shoulder picked out the rebel in murky shadows; sitting up in their shared bed with the covers clutched against his naked chest.

"I'm fine Poe, my brain just isn't tired yet, I'm going to take a walk," half truth, then with a comforting smile, "Go back to sleep babe, I'll be back before you know it," Poe nodded gently, clawing a hand through wild bedhead curls before falling back on the mattress and turning over.

He slipped out of the room, checking both ways for patrols before setting off for the nearest exit. A couple moments later, Poe followed him. Being a spy had taught him many things, one, how to sleep lightly, and two, how to fake a sleeper's voice.

He ghosted along behind the other man, always out of sight of Finn who rounded corners faster and faster, racing towards the exit like his life depended on it. Poe did his best to keep up, he could only go so fast in boots without making a sound on the tiles.

Finn on the other hand was as giddy as can be, feeling the darkness and the moonlight sing to him from outside. he let his feet carry him faster, wishing he could fold down into his other form and bolt off right this instant. He pushed through a door and stepped into the night, drawing a deep breath of lush air that made his hair stand on end and teeth sharpen to points against his tongue.

Patience, patience, soon enough you'll be free. He had to remind himself that he was still to close to the base, too close to the kind of people who would shoot him down as soon as they saw blue teeth and black fur.

Poe was close behind, smirking as he rounded the last corner and got a whiff of cool night air. That way. He pushed through the door too and closed it carefully behind him, head on swivel for Finn. A breeze passed over him and he shivered; perhaps something more then a pair of sweatpants and boots would of been a better choice, but it was too late now to go back.

"Gotcha," Poe spotted the ex-trooper at the treeline, jacket clenched in one hand and scarred back bare in the night. The pilot dropped flat on the ground as Finn turned, careful not to move, not to breathe, lest he be spotted. Finn didn't see him, he turned back and walked into the trees.

"One parsec, two parsec," Poe counted, timing himself. If he moved too fast, Finn may see him through the trees, too slow and he would loose him in the forest. "three parsec, four parsec-"

A bloodcurdling screech stopped Poe cold. He was up in a moment and off into the trees like a shot.

"Finn!" He shouted into the forest, his own voice swallowed up by the leaves and the breeze that whispered through them. "Finn!!" He hopped over tree roots, stumbling for purchase on the moss, cool night air chilling the sweat on his skin. He looked all about, squinting into the shadows for familiar shapes and finding none.

The screech came again, closer this time. The pilot pressed himself to a tree trunk, sinking down and folding his knees up to make himself a smaller target. His hands scrabbled for a weapon, a branch or a rock or something, anything, to defend himself with. Fingers brushed skin and Poe gasped, holding his breath and praying whatever he touched wasn't the same that that has been shrieking. No response, not even a breath. Curious fingers reached out again, brushing the sin and finding it to be leather, warm leather.

It was his pilot jacket, Finn's pilot jacket. Quickly he put it on to shield against the night's chill. Why did Finn leave it here? He took it practically everywhere it just made no sense to leave it. He froze again, listening, waiting, then hearing nothing he stood once more.

"Finn?" he didn't shout for fear of attracting whatever was making that terrifying noise. Finn must be close, the jacket wouldn't still be this warm if he wasn't. "buddy where are you? I'm getting worried,"

A twig snapped behind him, Poe whirled around.

A hulking black beast pawed the ground in front of him, glowing blue teeth dripping with saliva. It grunted at Poe, snorting in his direction before slowly picking it's way towards him. Poe didn't move, frozen in place with fear as the creature walked right up to him, blunt head nudging against him and thin lips sneering over its shining fangs.

"Good boy," Poe mumbled, "gooooood boy or whatever you are," The beast gave a low rumble, pressing its side against Poe's thighs and twisting it's head up like a dog waiting for pets. It gnashed it's teeth and gave a trill, prompting Poe.

"Okay, okay," The pilot could feel his heart in his throat, at any moment this thing would turn on him and rip him to shreds, but still he brought a hand up and gently combed it through the animal's fur. His hand disappeared in the black, as if he had reached into a black hole. He brushed his fingers along its back, over the hump of its shoulders and down. Through the fur he felt a raised ridge, a heavy scar from some battle.

"You're a fighter huh?" A trill, "What from?" Not expecting a real reply, Poe's brain stuttered when the beast made a humming noise akin to a lightsaber. Pieces fell into place, Poe's hand left the beast's back.

"Finn I swear to the stars above," Poe stepped away from the creature, head turning left and right to catch sight of his buddy hiding in the trees, "Whatever game you're pulling here you better cut it out," The beast gave a mournful noise, then a sigh. It padded a few steps away then turned. As it turned it stood, shoulders sinking down and teeth retreating back. Claws became broad palms and fingers, arched hind legs reshaped to strong thighs and calves.

Fur flattened into dark brown skin and predator fangs shrunk to neat rows in a grinning mouth.

"Hey Poe," Smirked Finn, blue light fading from his teeth as he spoke.

"Kriffing hell," Replied Poe.

I'm cry-laughing picturing Hux announcing this. His incredulous lemonface just collapsing into a rictus of pure derision by the end.

"Lieutenant Dopheld Mitaka, with his professional-level... baton. twirl. ing."

*Mitaka marches out, twirling his baton to All About That Starkiller Base*

Honestly she deserves, like, ten flower crowns just for not leaving him to die in the woods. Nobody would know.

Ooo great start!

Want!!!

So basically Poe has been wintersoldier'd Star Wars version? :D

I'm seeing Mitaka in a sparkly body stocking and a cheerleader grin, strutting out on stage to a combination of stunned silence and semi-muffled laughter, and then blowing everyone's fucking minds, with baton twirling. Not that anyone's ever going to admit it, ever.

He finishes his routine to confused, polite, aroused applause from the audience. Hux may be dead, his face twisted beyond repair.

Someone backstage is shouting "THE FUCK? WE'RE NOT GOING ON AFTER THAT!"

Seconded!!
I'm all aboard for this..

And by 'used to breed more stormtroopers' I keep thinking of what will happen if Poe only get rescued a few years later (with him already bred children of Kylo's, Hux's or Snoke's)

Holy shot, anon, how did you so perfectly nail down exactly what my female therapist wears all the time?! And here I was thinking she just had a thing for scarves - turns out its an unofficial uniform!

Yesss to this!!
Not just a boner, Poe's moans could even make people cum untouched in their pants.

I would love to see anything involving Poe and Papa Kes.

More bad dreams and incredibly awkward conversation!

Hux didn't realise quite how bad his face was until he returned to the bridge. The crew snuck sidelong glances at him, muttering quietly amongst themselves, and it didn’t take him long to figure out what they were thinking. He had gone to see Ren and come back with a split lip, therefore Ren had hit him. Hux restrained himself from touching his lip self-consciously, there was nothing he was willing to say to his officers that would help them understand and any denial he made was only going to seem like a cover story for what had obviously happened. He settled for glaring at them when he caught them talking and eventually they stopped, though he had no doubt that the gossip for the next few days would heavily feature him and Ren. Everyone knew that Ren was wild and uncontrollable anyway, it shouldn’t bother Hux so much that they would think even worse of him now. He tried to dismiss Ren from his mind and focus on his work but he still breathed a silent sigh of relief when he finally headed back to his rooms.

Hux gazed into the mirror, the first opportunity he’d had to see his injury for himself. Ren had been right, his lip was swollen, a scab forming over it that he resisted the disturbing urge he felt to chew on until it bled again. This whole day had been incredibly rough on him and he knew he wasn’t at his best, his mind kept repeating everything Ren had said as if trying to decipher a coded message. He shook his head sharply to clear his thoughts and put some bacta on his lip, then pulled out his stash of sedatives, eyeing them in distaste. Hux didn’t like using the drug but he knew he needed some sleep and this was the only way he was going to get any peace tonight.

Hux had half-expected Ren to come see him again soon but days turned into weeks and they only spoke to each other when absolutely necessary. Which was mostly insults and fighting. It seemed nothing had really changed between them after all, Ren was still a man-child who destroyed things when he got angry and made rash decisions while Hux was trying to plan out a sound military campaign.

The only thing he could actually feel anymore was the blood running down his legs, little streams that trickled along the edges of his knees and pooled under his toes. His body was almost completely numb now, the earlier pain so intense it had seared his nerves raw. He couldn’t even really feel them forcing themselves inside him, but he was horribly aware of his own warm blood mixing with their hot cum on his thighs. It made what they were doing to him unbearably real, his heartbeat pulsing in time with the steady dripping of blood. The man fucking his mouth came, wrenching at his hair before dropping his head back onto the crate. He didn’t have the energy to move, just drooled blood and cum until the next cock was thrust into his mouth. He was so tired too, exhaustion hurting him worse than pain, he wanted them to stop so he could go to sleep and never wake up. No, a small part of him demanded, stay awake, you will survive this. That voice had been so much stronger earlier but now it was a faint whisper and he wondered why he should listen to it. Death would be preferable to this hell of being endlessly raped, unless he was dead already and just hadn’t realised it.

Hux woke suddenly, shivering violently and he wrapped himself tighter in his sheets. He was freezing, his hands ice-cold where they gripped his arms and he huddled up further, bringing his knees against his chest for warmth. The feeling of warmth and stickiness coating the inside of his legs still lingered and he swallowed the bile that rose in his throat, blinked back the tears that formed in his eyes. It’s over, they’re dead, you’re safe, he tried to convince himself. The litany wasn’t working, Hux still felt scared and vulnerable and for some ridiculous reason he wanted Ren to be here with him. Ren had made him an offer of mutual support but that had been months ago now and Hux didn’t want to be the one who needed it first, he wasn’t weak, he didn’t require reassurance from Ren of all people. He was fine, he told himself, he had survived and he was fine. Hux didn’t even change out of the old clothes he slept in before he was out his own door and heading for Ren’s.

As he stood outside Ren’s rooms Hux regretted his decision, but the door was already opening to let him in and it was too late to change his mind now.

‘Hux.’ Ren was fully clothed, lacking only his mask, Hux had never really noticed how much taller and broader than him Ren actually was. It was incredibly intimidating and Hux flinched away, suddenly terrified at how easy it would be for Ren to hurt him. ‘No! I would never…’ Ren’s indifferent gaze changed to horror and he suddenly seemed more human again with his overly expressive face. ‘Come in?’ He stepped back and made something that approximated a welcoming gesture.

Hux didn’t quite press himself against the opposite wall but he kept a cautious distance between them. ‘I had a nightmare.’ He said, feeling terribly stupid and embarrassed for coming here.

Ren glanced around in bemusement, as if he’d never seen his own rooms before. ‘Do you want to sit down?’

Hux drifted over to one of the chairs and Ren chose another, wisely keeping enough space between them to keep Hux calm. He wanted to curl up in the chair in an irrational attempt to feel both safer and warmer but he made himself keep his feet on the floor, hands clenched in his lap so hard his knuckles went white. Ren didn’t appear inclined to speak and Hux didn’t know how to start the conversation. He let his gaze wander around Ren’s rooms instead, he hadn’t really been paying much attention last time he was here. There wasn’t a lot to see, they were simple and sparse with the obvious exception of a half-melted mask on a stand and Hux shuddered as he looked at it. ‘Is that…?’

‘Vader’s mask.’ Ren said proudly.

‘It’s bloody creepy.’ Hux muttered, feeling it staring at him and he drew one knee up to his chest defensively before he could stop himself.

‘No, it’s not.’ Ren sounded utterly dismayed. ‘He’s my grandfather, it’s… it’s like he’s watching over me. Sometimes can I feel him near, as if he’s trying to protect me.’ It was a foolish sentiment but Hux felt the sting of envy despite that, he had certainly never had anyone alive or dead make any attempt to protect him. ‘I’ll protect you.’ Ren growled, his deep voice dropping even more.

Hux narrowed his eyes, not wanting to admit to himself how Ren’s words made him feel. ‘Stay out of my head, the invitation to look was a one time offer.’ He didn’t need someone to protect him anyway, he’d been more than capable of getting his own revenge on his attackers.

‘You killed them?’ Ren was still reading him apparently.

Hux huffed in irritation but answered. ‘Of course. Not directly but I orchestrated their deaths. They were… satisfactory.’ They had been too quick and painless to truly please Hux but he took a great deal of comfort in knowing the men were dead. The realisation dawned on him that Ren didn’t have even that small amount of closure, Snoke was still alive, and Ren still obeyed him. Hux was horrified at the thought, wished he had thought to ask before. ‘Does Snoke-’

‘No. It was only the one time.’ Ren’s denial seemed genuine and Hux was glad to hear it.

He rested his forehead on his knees and hugged himself tighter, Ren’s rooms were cold and he hadn’t stopped shivering since he woke from his nightmare. Something heavy touched him and his head snapped up as he shoved at it in panic, his hands grasping warm finely woven fabric. A blanket, his mind finally identified the weight.

‘Sorry.’ Ren said contritely. ‘I should have warned you.’ He hadn’t moved, he must have used the Force to drape the covering over Hux.

‘Yes, you should have done.’ Hux snapped, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders, he wasn’t going to refuse the offering even if it had scared him. He stared at his hands, twisting the soft blanket in his fingers, winding it tight before letting it spin back out. ‘Thank you.’ There was no reply from Ren but Hux could sense a supportive understanding from him that didn’t need to be voiced. ‘I don’t want to keep fighting with you all the time.’ Hux’s tone wavered between demand and plea as he glanced over at Ren. ‘It’s draining on both of us and I want…’ What? He asked himself and felt pathetic at the answer. He wanted a friend, a childish longing for someone he could talk to without worrying about rank or coercion and Ren was really the only option he had.

‘You want to be my friend?’ The hopeful yearning on Ren’s face was overwhelming. ‘No one’s ever asked me to be their friend before.’

Hux shouldn’t have been as surprised at the confession as he was, it made a terrible kind of sense. ‘Yes. I want us to be friends.’ He must be totally exhausted, or he wouldn’t be acting so weak and needy but Ren gave him a shy smile that made the room feel brighter and warmer and Hux smiled back at him instinctively.

Ren fidgeted in his chair, his lower lip trembling. ‘Can I hug you?’

‘What? Why?’ He didn’t have any particular aversion to being touched, it was more that Ren’s request was simply strange.

‘Because it’s something friends do.’ Ren stated with absolute confidence.

Hux was doubtful about that but Ren was probably warm and he would very much like to not be freezing. He stood and let Ren hug him, leaning against his broad chest with a sigh, Ren was as warm as Hux had surmised and if he was honest with himself it felt nice to be held by someone, it wasn’t an experience he was particularly familiar with. A sniffle sounded next to his ear and Ren’s body shook slightly.

‘Are you crying?’ Hux hissed through gritted teeth.

‘N-no.’

Unbelievable. Hux sighed heavily and made an awkward attempt at patting Ren’s back until he finally released Hux.

‘You can stay here tonight, if you don’t want to be alone.’ Ren had that pathetic, hopeful look on his face again that made Hux wonder for whose benefit the offer had been made. Except he didn’t want to go back to his own cold bed and have more nightmares so he didn’t really have a choice.

‘Fine.’ Hux would worry about the consequences of sleeping in Ren’s bed in the morning.

Did the Hutt has a hair-kink towards Poe's hair?
Is the virtue of Poe's glorious pretty hair stay unscathed towards the perilious captive? XD

Squealed when I saw the update and I'm always so excited for more. This fic is everything I love in one place!

Meanwhile Phasma's translating Mitaka's entire routine into a new form of close combat training. Entire regiments of Stormtroopers in the next batch of trainees will be skilled in twirling 'metal death sticks'. She hasn't decided how tactically necessary the spangly body suit or the streamers on the batons might be yet.

seconded

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