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Wait so why was Poe sent away on a shuttle?

seconded

Hux's clinical assessing is hot as hell and Ren's defiance is as entertaining as it is futile, I love it. Break him down, General!

Witch prompts!

Kylux AU, witch hunt, fucked up torture
https://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/2821.html?thread=4243717#cmt4243717

Kylux - Witch Burning (not AU)
http://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/3467.html?thread=6433675#cmt6433675

But if neither of those takes your fancy I'm just gonna yell "CRUCIBLE AU!" at you and hope a fic falls out because omg yes.

seconded very hard!

Good question. I slept on it and don't remember what it was. It made sense at the time.

I'm going to write more for this whole thing overall. More for this ending once I address the problem mentioned below...

OP again. I love you, you are the best. I don't think I can articulate my feelings properly.

I'm glad that Mitaka is taking the time to consider the options. I can completely understand his apprehension. Also the dream bonding was very cute. Is it wrong that Kylo confessing he can't spell well made me feel a bit sad for him? There must be so much that he missed due to force training at such a young age. Well, I guess if Mitaka says yes, he can help him with any learning he might want to do.

I'm so eager for the last part; thank you for filling this so majestically.

Can't resist a robot prompt - especially one looking for characters to question their humanity. Unfortunately I have exams until May. I'm drawing up plots though so I'll get back to this thread in 2 months when I can afford to start writing the longest fic I've ever attempted! Thanks for the inspiration!

(OP, thank you for opening the gates for this. This was a blast to write and you got me honestly shipping these two. You're a treasure and a gift. And everyone who commented, you're also great. Thanks for joining me in this.)

That was quite a heavy sigh in the Force, Jankel, is everything alright?

Everything’s fine. I’m just despairing for the state of this galaxy. You’re the most powerful man in the Galaxy after Master Snoke, you’ve got ancestry people only dream of, and here we are hoping a Lieutenant will look at you.

Do you think he will?

He better. He’ll regret it for the rest of his life if he doesn’t.

I showed him a vision of the Apse Nebula, and he started talking about them, he learned about them in the Academy. Did you know the colors are from types of gases?

Really?

I didn’t know that. And there are so many different kinds and he just knows them! He didn’t have to read off notes or anything, he just knew it.

Master you’re in love.

Yes, we already established that. Oh, you’ll find this useful. Apparently “necessary” has one C and two S’s. It’s necessary to have one collar and two sleeves. Dopheld taught that to me. He didn’t even laugh that I can’t spell.

Oh that’s a brilliant trick. Do you think he has any more of those?

Probably.

Learn them. Then teach them to me. I had to actually write something last week. By hand. I haven’t had to do that since I was ten! They didn’t laugh when I misspelled “Professor,” only one F, by the way, but I could feel that they were amused that I couldn’t spell. Didn’t get an excuse to kill them though. Shame.

I’ll pass on whatever I learn, I promise.

The message stared Dopheld in the face, and he couldn’t manage to get his mind off it, even when he focused on his job above everything else. It sat in the back of his mind, insistent, and he didn’t know what to do with it. No one else knew about it, of course, but he had the horrible sensation that they would if he read it in public. So, he didn’t open it again until the others in his room were asleep, idly letting the light from the datapad sparkle on the ash-diamond as he read it again, wondering at each line.

Dearest Dopheld,

I turned off the spell correcter, so don’t laugh. I found it necessary to write to you. I remember that I said I wouldn’t bother you, but leters seem less personel than sharing dreams. I know you said you would think of my offer, and I don’t want to make you say anything before you really can think about it, so don’t think you have to write me back.

My bisness is done, and I am coming back. Lamoral, one of my Knights, he always wants to talk about you. The Knights of Ren talk with our minds, almost all the time. And when I talk to Lamoral, he always asks “How is Dopheld? When can we meet him?” I told Jankel about your trick for spelling necessary and he wants to know if you have any other tricks? I told my Knights not to come to your dreams, so if you tell me, I can pass it on. I want to know for me as well, thoh.

I miss you very much, and I am ecsited to see you again. I will see you soon.

Kylo

Folding his lips as he read and reread the message, Dopheld found himself pressing the reply button and began to write a response, despite himself.

Kylo,

I think it’s very brave that you would write to me without spell corrector. I promise, I’m the last person who would laugh at you. You are right, a letter is much less personal than sharing a dream, but I admit I was almost afraid the rest of the personnel onboard would find this, it’s easier to hack into a datapad than into someone’s mind.

I have been thinking of your offer, but I can’t tell you anything now. Maybe when you come back from your business, though. (There’s a trick for Jankel. Business is filled with busy-ness. I had to use that one a lot when I was young)

Things have been very different on the Finalizer without you, when you’re gone people notice.

Dopheld

He wrote me!

Who did?

Who do you think I’m talking about, Lamoral? Dopheld!

This is good! Really good!

He said he might have a response when I get back.

A single exclamation of joy burst across the Force, something that drew the other Knights in to ask what was going on, until it was a complete babble of voices, seven all trying to talk at once about Dopheld Mitaka’s letter. By circumstance it was hard to actually make themselves heard, but eventually Djura managed to make herself heard as she said, Master, I’m happy for you. I really am. I’m glad this is working out for you. But I said it before and I’ll say it again. Resolve this, because I am dead tired of dreaming about your man because you can’t keep it under control.

You know what, Djura, I think it’s sweet.

You know what, Welko, I don’t care.

It took two days after Ren got back to the Finalier before Dopheld saw him anywhere approaching privately. At least Ren had learned that privacy was important. He didn’t want this coming out anywhere where there could be those who could eavesdrop. There was an upside and a downside to the fact that due to sheer size they couldn’t actually have a security tape absolutely everywhere. The upside was it was actually relatively easy to get privacy due to large blind spots in the ship’s monitoring system. The downside was large blind spots in the ship’s monitoring system.

But today Dopheld was focused on the upside to that. Ren didn’t even seem to think about it, removing his helmet as soon as they were alone. There was such a look of hope on his face that Dopheld understood exactly why he always wore the mask.

“I missed you,” said Ren.

Dopheld took a breath and said, “You told me you loved me. And I said I had to think about it. Because you kind of said it out of nowhere. I was pretty sure it was just a prelude to you actually killing me.”

“Dopheld–”

“Please let me finish. I don’t think I can say this again if you stop me.” Ren closed his mouth then, and simply nodded, watching him with intense dark eyes. “You gave me your grandmother’s ash-diamond, and you snuck into my dream to show me the Apse Nebula in person. You’ve asked me to give you and your Knights tricks for knowing how to spell. Two weeks ago you were absolutely terrifying and I never wanted to spend more than one second in your company.”

“And now?”

Dopheld took another breath. Kylo Ren didn’t always stalk around. Kylo Ren thought him brave. Kylo Ren listened with true interest when Dopheld talked about nebulas, as if he hadn’t heard any of it. Kylo Ren had Knights who wanted to learn tricks to remember how to spell difficult words. Kylo had only put one T in the word “letter” and got personal and personnel mixed up. Kylo hadn’t had any schooling since he was ten years old and thought Dopheld a genius as a result.

“I’m willing to try. Try. This doesn’t mean I’m pledging my life to you, but–”

“That’s fine, more than fine. You’ve made me so happy, Dopheld, even just trying.” A grin was splitting Kylo’s face, making him handsome and Dopheld found himself smiling back, of all things. “My Knights are going to want to meet you, but I’ll put them off long as I can. They can be a little overwhelming. I’m more than happy to just try.” And suddenly Kylo’s lips were pressed to Dopheld’s brow before embracing him tightly. “Thank you,” he murmured into Dopheld’s shoulder.

Dopheld, for his part, was incredibly cautious as he raised his arms to hug Kylo back, and was surprised to find that simple contact made Kylo nearly melt into him. He hoped he wouldn’t regret this, he really did.

---Epilogue---

If anyone had asked his expectations, it wouldn’t be this, reflected Dopheld as he sat showing Kylo the finer points of exactly how they navigated the Finalizer. The Knight had brought him to his room, and the size of the bed was at least double the size of Dopheld’s bunk and could you blame him for enjoying that?

Kylo was laying with his head in Dopheld’s lap, holding the datapad and looking like he was doing his best to glare it into making sense. Dopheld, who kept finding his fingers winding in Kylo’s surprisingly soft hair, looked down at how furious the Knight seemed and said, “I thought you were good pilot.”

“I am,” agreed Kylo. “But that doesn’t mean that I deal with this. The computer does that.” Suddenly he tilted his head back to look at him and said, “Not that I think you’re a computer.”

“I know what you mean, Kylo. You usually pilot a single ship, not a Star Destroyer.”

“Exactly. All this…”

“It certainly isn’t for everyone. And that’s why I have a job.” There was a small ping as a message was announced, coming from a scrambled source. “Your Knights keep sending me messages without spell corrector so I can see how they’re doing. They’re improving very fast.”

“I know.” There was such pride in Kylo’s voice, it made Dopheld smile.

“You really love them.”

“They’re all snarky piles of bantha shit.”

“You love them.”

“I do. But not like I love you.”

“I did figure that one out.” The message was from Mandryka, a simple enough message talking about how he had to pretend to be a First Order officer while undercover and asking why anyone would think him handsome when he was missing both his left eye and the bridge of his nose. That had been a near thing, that blaster bolt, Dopheld remembered Kylo had destroyed three consoles while waiting to hear if Mandryka would live, unable to be calmed even by Dopheld. But Kylo had kept his promise, and even when raging with helpless anger against everything and everyone else (poor Magellan, the man had to go to Medical for two days), he had never once hurt Dopheld.

There were only a few mistakes, but it was so much better than last time, and it made Kylo proud enough that he was in enough of a jovial mood to let Dopheld listen in as he spoke to Mandryka in their minds, or that strange meeting point in between. He didn’t understand the Force any more than Kylo understood navigation jargon.

They think you’re handsome because they think a wound like that means you’re brave.

I was brave with that, master.

No, just incredibly stupid.

I know that tone of voice. Are you with Dopheld now? Tell him I say hello and the next time he has shore leave we’re all going to meet up with him.

He’s listening in.

Hello Dopheld!

Mandryka had to stop talking soon, distracted by some Knightly business that Dopheld couldn’t know about. Vaguely, he wondered if knowing the edges to all these missions the Supreme Leader sent them on was dangerous. “Master Snoke knows about you,” said Kylo, looking up at him. “But I don’t think he understands just how important you are. He has no reason to hurt you, and I won’t give him one.”

Dopheld smiled faintly before calling up the book Kylo was reading to distract them both from that line of discussion, a book with simple enough words. It was an interesting thing, how Kylo couldn’t read or spell that well, but knew all the words and how to use them. He held his own in conversation but it was the written word where he fell short. At least reading aloud the book to him so he could follow along and hear the words seemed to be helping. And if the other Knights seemed a bit too knowledgeable about the plots, who was Dopheld to judge? He remembered very well running to his cousins as a child to share the exciting turn in the book.

“When we last left off Detective Nero was looking for clues in the garden when he heard Turm and Rang talking.”

“It sounded like they knew something,” agreed Kylo as if he was about to go interrogate the two footmen himself, settling in more fully to listen and read along. There was still an hour before Dopheld’s shift, that was plenty time to see if Detective Nero could get closer to finding out who had murdered (or, as Zdenka had spelled it last week when she put in her guess of who did it, “murdured”) Count Roche.

I am done. I cannot. I am a puddle of cooing, purring, happy goo on the floor. This was equal parts fucking adorable and absolutely heartbreaking (Kylo and the Knights, oh lordy I teared up over how genuinely excited they were about the spelling tricks Dopheld taught them), with some lovely dashes of humor. I am just so deeply, utterly charmed with this fill - you did such a superb job with the characters and writing the interactions between Dopheld and Kylo with such a deft hand, and I smile just as hard rereading the whole thing as I did the first time. Thank you SO MUCH for writing and sharing this with us.

*wraps self around this fill and purrs*

"Don't worry....*moan*...I feel it too"

Kylie and Mitaka canoodling and reading the Knights of Ren bed time stories, like Wendy and the lost boys.

ALRIGHT GOD DAMN IT, YOU WIN. I SHIP IT. I SHIP THE FUCK OUT OF ALL OF IT.

*flips a motherfucking table*

Hope this is close to what you wanted!

Finn knows exactly what Poe means when Poe offers to share his room with Finn, gives Finn a wink and bites his lip the way he did when he gave Finn his jacket. Quid pro quo, like they used to do in the ‘trooper barracks - someone does you a favor, you do one back. Or maybe it’s not quid pro quo - Poe’s a commander in the Resistance, presumably he gets first pick of the new recruits. Finn knows how that goes, too. Either way, honestly Finn’s kind of looking forward to it. He hasn’t gotten off in a while, and Poe’s nice - might even lend a hand afterwards, if Finn’s lucky. And there’s only one of Poe, after all; it’s not like first night in barracks, where the older ‘troopers line the newbies up and make sure they know how the hierarchy works around here. Honestly, given some of the looks Finn has been getting, it’s probably a good thing that the X-Wing Commander has made a claim on him. And Poe’s Finn’s friend, and easy on the eyes.

He strips as soon as the door closes behind them, not wanting to ruin any of his nice new clothes. Poe is rummaging around for something under his bunk, and slews around on his knees to look up at Finn and gape, then leer. “Eager, buddy?” he says cheerfully. “Kriff, look at you, you oughta be artwork.”

Finn is completely unsure of how to respond to that. He’s not particularly eager - willing, certainly, but he’s never actually liked pain - and as for the second thing...artwork? What does that even mean? A propaganda poster, maybe...Finn doesn’t particularly want to be on a propaganda poster, but if that’s what the Resistance needs him to do, he’ll deal with it. “Where d’you want me?” he asks, figuring that that’s probably response enough.

“Uh,” says Poe, blinking. “That’s…” he pauses, looks Finn over again, and says, very slowly, “Buddy, do you want to have sex with me?”

Finn stares at him. What sort of question is that? “I’m here to have sex with you,” he says carefully.

“Not...quite what I asked,” Poe says, shifting up to sit on the bed and patting the untidy blankets beside him. “Come sit by me, buddy, and we’ll talk.”

Finn sits, more confused by the minute.

“Okay,” Poe says, sounding like he’s trying to choose his words very precisely. “I am sexually and emotionally attracted to you.”

Emotionally? Finn thinks, baffled. “We’re friends,” he ventures.

“Yes,” Poe confirms. “And I would like to be more than friends. Boyfriends, lovers, courting, whatever you want to call it.”

Finn considers this. He knows the concepts, of course - they were covered in training - but he’s never thought to apply them to himself. He tries it now, imagines saying of Poe, ‘This is my boyfriend.’ It’s...an appealing image.

“Now,” says Poe, “please tell me what you thought was going on here.”

“You’re the X-Wing Commander,” Finn says, a little boggled that he has to explain this. Maybe they do things differently in the Resistance - but this differently? “You get first pick of the newbies. Honestly I’m flattered - I figured you’d already have someone.”

Poe thinks about this, looking slightly green. It’s...not a good color. Finn is more than a little worried now. “That is...really, really, really not how we do things here,” Poe says eventually. “Kriffing hell.” He looks so ill that Finn pats him tentatively on the shoulder.

“It’s alright,” he assures the older man. “It’s not like it’s my first time - I know how. And I knew you wouldn’t hurt me deliberately.”

Poe goes greener. What has Finn said wrong now? “Finn, buddy,” Poe says quietly, “If I ever have sex with you -” wait, what? Finn thinks - “and it hurts, I am doing it wrong. Sex shouldn’t hurt.” Then his lips quirk into a pale approximation of his usual cocky smile. “Well, unless you like a little pain with your pleasure. Some people do.”

Finn’s mind is whirling. Shouldn’t hurt. Sex shouldn’t hurt. And then, Boyfriend. Lover. Sex shouldn’t hurt. Not how we do things here.

“So,” he says, after a long few minutes of thought. “Want to show me what it’s supposed to be like?”

“Um,” says Poe. “You...you sure? Because I would like to be really clear on this: you do not have to have sex with me. There is a spare bunk, and I meant it when I offered to share my room with you, but if you would rather room somewhere else I will make that happen. You do not owe me sex, now or ever - or anyone else, for that matter.”

Finn takes that in, lets it settle into his mind. It’s easiest to think of it as new orders, honestly, since obeying orders isn’t a habit you grow out of in a few days of mad scramble and a month of unconscious healing. I do not owe anyone sex. I do not owe Poe sex. But I can have sex with Poe if I want to.

Boyfriend. Lover. Courting.

“I would very much like to have sex with you,” Finn says carefully. “And also be your boyfriend. Please.”

“Well,” says Poe, relaxing shoulders Finn hadn’t even realized were tense. “That’s...very definite. Yes. Good.” He grins a little. “So. There’s a stunningly beautiful naked man in my bed. I should probably do something about that.”

“...Yes,” Finn agrees tentatively. He’s honestly more than a little out of his depth now. If Poe had just bent him over the bed to begin with, they’d be done by now...but also they wouldn’t be boyfriends, so Finn’s cautiously in favor of this way of doing things. But if he’s not just getting bent over the nearest flat surface, he’s not entirely sure what it is that he’s supposed to do.

“So what I want to do,” Poe says, not moving, “is kiss you. That okay?”

“...Yes?” says Finn again. He’s seen kisses - Rey kissed him on the cheek once - but he’s never been kissed like boyfriends would kiss. Poe grins, leans in, puts a hand on Finn’s cheek to hold him still, and presses their lips gently together.

For a moment, Finn’s not sure what he’s feeling, and then - warmth and sweetness, and Poe’s hand warm on his cheek, and he leans into the kiss with a soft sound of surprise and delight. Poe hums happily and opens his mouth against Finn’s, and Finn can’t help but imitate him - is very surprised by the introduction of tongue - and absentmindedly tries to grasp Poe’s shoulders with the arm that’s been holding his weight, sending him toppling backwards onto the bed. Poe follows him down, kisses him sweet and slow, and Finn feels like he’s melting against the sheets. So this is what all the fuss around kissing is about.

“Wow,” he breathes when Poe leans back a little. Poe grins down at him, a proper broad grin with so much affection in it that Finn’s breath catches.

“So,” Poe says quietly, “if I do anything you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop. And you can try anything you like with me, and I’ll tell you if I don’t like it. Sound good?”

Finn nods wordlessly. Poe kisses him again, and - well - that was permission, right? So Finn dares to raise a hand and lace it through Poe’s messy hair, and to his utter delight, Poe moans into their kiss. He pulls back just a hair’s breadth to murmur, “Pull - just a little, just -” and Finn tugs, gently, and Poe moans again, a deep beautiful sound that has Finn panting just from hearing it.

“Good,” Poe tells him, somewhat redundantly. “That’s good, sweetheart.” Sweetheart? Finn thinks, astonished and delighted. That’s a new term, and one he think he’d like to hear again.

Poe scatters kisses over Finn’s face - cheeks, forehead, the tip of his nose - and then shifts carefully so he’s propped up on one arm and rests a hand gently in the middle of Finn’s chest. Warm, wonderfully warm, and Finn arches up into the touch. “Kriff, you’re beautiful,” Poe murmurs, and strokes down over Finn’s chest, slow and smooth. Finn makes an appreciative noise. Being petted feels nice. Poe’s grin widens, and he does it again, and again, until Finn is almost purring under him. He’s never been touched this much before, and it’s like a hunger he never knew he had is being fed.

Then Poe’s hand strokes a little lower, curls around Finn’s cock gently, and Finn startles, eyes going wide. No one else has ever touched his cock before. It’s nothing at all like his own hand, and the slow pace Poe sets is nothing like the usual efficient movements Finn has always used. He shivers with pleasure.

“Good, sweetheart?” Poe asks softly. Finn nods, uses his hold on Poe’s hair to pull Poe down into another kiss. ‘Good’ isn’t even the right word - this is magnificent. Finn could happily spend the next thousand years or so lying right here kissing Poe. Even the urge to come is muted by the sheer pleasure of touch and taste and Poe, here in his arms.

But this can’t possibly be as nice for Poe as it is for him - Poe’s not even undressed. “Do you - what can I do for you?” Finn murmurs against Poe’s lips. Poe shudders against him.

“Just - let me -” Poe lets go of Finn and rolls away just long enough to shuck his own clothing with hasty motions, then rolls back, and the sudden pleasure of so much skin against his own has Finn moaning even before Poe puts his hand back on Finn’s cock. Poe’s hardness is pressed against his hip, hot and eager, and Finn tries to worm a hand down between them to grasp it; but Poe shakes his head. “Better idea,” he says, and rolls Finn over atop him.

Finn braces himself so he won’t crush Poe, a little sad that doing so means he has to let go of Poe’s hair, and Poe reaches down between them to gather both of their cocks into his hand. Finn gasps and bucks into the sensation.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Poe says, grinning up at him. “Let go. Let me see you come for me, let me see how kriffing beautiful you are.”

Finn kisses him, because the words are - are somehow too much, touch something too raw within him, and Finn needs to make him be quiet. Well, Poe moans into the kiss, but that’s close enough - it’s not words.

And then Poe’s hand tightens around them, just enough, and Finn tears his mouth away from the kiss to gasp in a startled, delighted breath and comes all over Poe, who arches up against him, strokes himself three more times with almost brutal motions, and comes in his own turn.

Finn slumps down against his - boyfriend? Lover? What’s a better term - not really caring about the mess. Messes can be cleaned. Poe is warm and solid beneath him, and loops his arms around Finn’s shoulders in a tight, perfect embrace. Finn buries his face in the curve of Poe’s neck and realizes that he is crying, tears wetting the sheets beneath them. Poe seems to realize it at the same moment.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he whispers. Finn nods against his shoulder.

“Yeah, I just - it was - overwhelming,” Finn says, muffled but clear enough. It’s the only word he can think of to encompass the sheer difference between this and what he expected when he walked in the door. To think that half an hour ago he didn’t know about kissing, or the wonderful warmth of someone else’s skin, or the pleasure of someone else’s hand on him - to think that he thought that bending over and letting someone take their pleasure of him, and then getting himself off in efficient silence, was the proper way to have sex!

Poe coaxes him to raise his head, presses gentle kisses to his wet cheeks. “Buddy - sweetheart - I’ve got you now,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you. Let it all out.”

Finn kisses him, tasting salt from his own tears. “Yeah,” he says when he pulls away. “You do. And - and you gotta show me what else I’ve been doing wrong.”

“It will be my genuine pleasure,” Poe says, with a wicked grin. “Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. Tonight was just a taster.”

Finn laughs a little, wetly. “If tonight was just a taster, I might not survive the main course,” he admits.

“You will,” Poe says. “You’re strong. Strongest person I ever met, maybe.” Finn thinks maybe they aren’t just talking about sex anymore. And - he’s been overwhelmed enough for one night. Deep philosophical conversation will have to wait. He kisses Poe silent again, reveling in this new power. Poe laughs into the kiss and kisses back.

And, it being Poe, manages to have the last word even after Finn thinks he’s kissed him into blissful silence. “Quick learner,” Poe murmurs. “This is gonna be fun.”

Finn sighs and kisses him again, lacing a hand through his hair and tugging gently until Poe is moaning happily - and wordlessly - beneath him. Poe’s right - but Finn can tell him that later. Finn has his priorities in order, even if Poe doesn’t. Now is for kissing.

Later...can wait.

Also posted on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6226033

This was stunning, they're not even my ship but you made me cry <3

This was sweet and hot. I love it!

yes, i love this.

im laughing because now im thinking theres also 'millicent' who is actually hux and is kylo's partner in crime

or hux steals kylo because he also wants to take over the world but really he needs some pointers on how to do so. (and not make the same mistakes)

SA

KYLO! NOT KYLIE! God damn phone

OP

Oh but this is glorious. Thank you so much, I love how matter of fact Finn is about what he expects and how horrifying it is to Poe, and then just the slow sweet caring of Poe introducing Finn to how much he's missed and won't be missing again if Poe can help it. Wonderful, thank you!

Seconded

seconded!

This is truly lovely.

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