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Yes. I am in favor of anything involving living by your wits and less planets exploding.

(I said I'd fill it, and it came quicker than I thought, I guess.)

“Just…just to make this clear,” said Mitaka, carefully. “You need me to have sex with you.”

“Yes,” said Kylo as if it were obvious. “Don’t look so terrified, I’m not a spider, I won’t rip off your head or anything.”

“Why, though? Why do you need me to have sex with you, and why do you need me to do it?”

Kylo sighed and said, “Because, Lieutenant, if I go on the mission for the Supreme Leader without having sex right before I will probably end up killed. I need to fetch an artifact guarded by a species of mammal that has incredibly sensitive smell and is incredibly off put by the smell of human semen and would otherwise eat me. And I chose you because frankly you’re the best option. I did give this some thought, you know.”

“If it’s just the smell couldn’t you just…”

“If it were that simple you wouldn’t be here, Lieutenant.”

Mitaka nodded faintly and bit his lip, clearly uncomfortable. “How do you want to go about doing this?” he finally asked.

Kylo sighed, not wanting to draw this out and make this any more awkward. He was already thinking of it as a business transaction and refused to think of it any other way. Stripping down, he lay on the bed with his hands folded on his stomach and staring up at the ceiling, just ready to get it over with. “Come on then, just get it done.”

“Sir? You’re going to tear and need to go to medical if we just ‘get it done,’” said Mitaka, making Kylo turn to him. “Do you not have any lubricant?” Kylo shook his head. Where would he have gotten any, and why would he need it? “If you wait, I can get some. It shouldn’t take ten minutes to get to medical and back.”

“Alright, go ahead,” said Kylo, trying valiantly to still be in control of the situation and cover up that he didn’t know about that. He’d have to talk to Mitaka about not saluting him when he was entirely naked and waiting to just get fucked and get it over with. That was honestly worse than the whole rest of the situation.

Eventually Mitaka did come back, with a jar in his hand. Seeing it, Kylo nodded and lay back again and said, “Go on.”

There was a sigh from Mitaka, and Kylo wondered why he had ever chosen this man? Hux may be an ass, but at least he wouldn’t be so careful. He would have already gotten over it by now, and then Kylo could just go collect that holocron Snoke wanted without worrying about the Alfron Bears that lived in the caves he was to go into.

Eventually the Lieutenant climbed onto the bed, just as naked as Kylo himself, and the Knight couldn’t help but notice that the man wasn’t so much of a stick as he had thought him to be. Apparently those training courses actually did put some muscle on the Order’s cadets. Mitaka was looking him over in return and murmured, “You’re beautiful.” Kylo flushed at that, and hated himself for it, turning his face away and muttering,

“Just get on with it.”

The gentle hand on his hip startled him, made him jump, but a thumb stroked his hip as Mitaka moved between Kylo’s legs. “You’re not relaxed at all. It’s only going to hurt both of us. Do you trust me to do this right?”

The idea that Mitaka should have been with any sexual partners shouldn’t be odd, Mitaka wasn’t ugly or misshapen, and certainly didn’t have his history. Of course someone had taken him to bed. He should have expected that. Nodding shortly, he felt Mitaka’s other hand thread through his hair, keeping an eye on the Lieutenant as he moved to kiss him.

Oh, thought Kylo. So this is why everyone makes a big fuss about kissing. His eyes slipped closed as he clumsily tried to move his lips in response to Mitaka’s more practiced motions. But still, it was wonderful. It was wonderful, and he needed Mitaka closer. His arms reached up and wound around the smaller man’s shoulders, pulling him close as he could and relishing the feel of skin against skin. Mitaka pulled away, and Kylo would deny forever that the noise he made was a whine. But he wasn’t gone, just pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw and along his neck. When Mitaka sucked a bruise onto Kylo’s neck, he groaned aloud at the heat of the Lieutenant’s mouth.

Still, he jerked when he felt the finger, slippery with the lubricant Mitaka had brought, brushing between his legs. “Shh,” placated Mitaka. “Just relax.” And Kylo was placated when Mitaka went back to kissing him. Kissing was nice, and if this was considered less than sex, Kylo was amazed.

The finger slipped into him, and he couldn’t help it, he yelped. But Mitaka didn’t laugh, just pressed kisses down his chest until he was licking over Kylo’s nipple. That was a shock, but a good one, a hand reaching up to hold Mitaka in place as he gasped, both from that one finger slowly thrusting in and out of him and from the swirling tongue at his nipple.

Another finger joined the first, and as he stretched him, Mitaka pressed his fingers against a place that made Kylo actually cry out. It was so pleasurable that he actually startled away from it, moving away entirely. “Is something wrong?” asked Mitaka, and the concern was more humiliating than anything else, and Kylo felt his face turn red.

“What was that?” he snapped instead.

“It’s your prostate. Look, I know this is your first time” Kylo’s blush got even worse “but have I hurt you? I know what I’m doing.”

“You’re hard,” said Kylo, suddenly realizing that. And yet he didn’t seem at all overwhelmed like Kylo was.

“It’s not every day someone gets to be the sexual debut for a Knight of Ren,” said Mitaka calmly. Kylo envied him that. “Now come lay back down?” Kylo didn’t move. “Unless you want something else?”

“Just…” he started, and realized he couldn’t bear to say it. But Mitaka was looking at him so expectantly. There was no way to say it, so he moved instead, moving to kiss Mitaka, kneeling with him and both hands pressed to the Lieutenant’s cheeks.

“You like kissing, I take it,” murmured Mitaka, and Kylo felt the flush get even worse. “That’s fine.”

Like this, it was so much easier to keep kissing to distract himself from the odd feeling of being prepared. But finally, Mitaka seemed to be done with him and pressed him down onto his back, slicking up his own cock before kissing him again, entirely accommodating to what Kylo liked as he entered him. And if stretching was an odd feeling, the penetration was stranger.

One moment he felt like he was being split in two, the next he felt too full, the next moment everything felt just right. It took a moment to get used to, gasping against the Lieutenant’s shoulder, before letting his head fall back with a moan as Mitaka began to thrust, slowly rolling his hips. “Is this alright?” asked Mitaka. “Are you alright?”

“Keep going,” gasped Kylo. “Just-just keep going.” And Mitaka complied.

This wasn’t any harsh coupling like it would have been with anyone else. It was devoid of sneers and snarls and judgment, instead there was quiet praise and checking in to see how he was doing. And Kylo, who had expected to just close his eyes and endure, completely melted. He had made the right decision, choosing Mitaka to help with this, he thought as the man reached to stroke Kylo’s cock. The two feelings, the man inside him and the hand around him, it quickly grew to be too much, and he found himself shuddering as he came. As his muscles clenched, Mitaka groaned, and his hips began to stutter as he buried himself deep in Kylo as he came.

He pulled out then, and fell to his side, drawing Kylo against him and, much to Kylo’s pleasure, kissed him again. Their movements were slow, lazy, and curiously Kylo reached out to brush against Mitaka’s mind. The first thing he felt was contentment, and that was enough that he didn’t need to look any further, even if the distant impression of a blisteringly hot summer day piqued his curiosity. Instead he regained his breath in Mitaka’s arms as the man praised him between kisses. “So good. You were so good. So wonderful. You were amazing, absolutely amazing.”

Kylo never thought he could have his share of kisses, but eventually he had to stop because it took too much energy, instead just laying close. “Was that good enough?” finally asked Mitaka. “For whatever animal will be scared off by human semen?”

Kylo had honestly forgotten about that, settling in to listen to the distant echo of cicadas that emanated from Mitaka’s mind. “Yes,” he finally answered. “I think so.” He hesitated and then said, “But I did enjoy it.”

“Seemed that way.” I enjoyed it too came the thought, and part of Kylo grew warm to hear it, knowing he had done well even with his inexperience.

“You were gentler than I’d imagine.”

“It was your first time, of course I was going to be gentle, anyone should be. That’s just basic decency.” Mitaka’s voice was growing slower and slower, and he was drifting to sleep. Kylo decided to follow him, sinking into that memory of the hot summer day that had emerged from the back of his mind.

When he came back from his mission, Kylo decided as the taste of some unfamiliar fruit spread on his tongue from Mitaka’s memory turned dream, he was going to return the favor. Mitaka said the first time was supposed to be gentle. Maybe he could stretch that to the second time too, see how long he could push his luck. He wasn’t used to gentle things. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t like them anyway, he decided as he buried his face in Mitaka’s chest.

I adore this prompt so much holy crap. Someone had better fill this.

Ah yes, my favourite trope.
+10000

May I also suggest sex as the only way for them to get back into their proper bodies.

YES PLEASE

Thank you for sparing yourselves and not googling.
Futanari abbreviated as Futa is a hentai term for people with both secondary sex characteristics (penis and vagina) bust its mostly boiled down to girls with big breasts and big dicks. It's a really narrow term in hentai, but considering OP's phrasing, they probably want Kylo Ren with a dick and/or a vagina.

Im so down to see Kylo Ren with a wet lil snatch, +10

fffffuck yeah. seconded.

Warning for pragmatic self-inflicted scarification, mentions of difficulty giving birth. Background Ben & Rey friendship mentioned. There's not a whole lot of a/b/o-specific stuff in here (nothing about heats, etc), but mpreg of some kind definitely happened. I also missed out on mentioning Millicent, but please feel free to imagine the kids playing with a grumpy old marmalade cat!

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Someone with less knowledge of the Force might call it coincidence that he meets the widower's children. Ben knows better.

He wouldn't have met them if Rey had been with him, because then he wouldn't have had to seek out an engineer to figure out what was wrong with the scrap-heap he'd been obliged to take on his travels. (It was small, lacked weapons, and was very easy to track.) Rey could have fixed it. But Rey was a hero, and had better things to do than accompany him on his penitential wandering. She disapproved of the whole idea. He defended it as a proud tradition with a long history in the Jedi orders both old and new. They agreed to disagree.

So now he is somewhere wind-blasted and flat, staring down a middle-aged woman. She is unfazed, and moreover, unimpressed. It is her planet, her little storefront. Her domain. No outsider can frighten her here.

"You'll want the widower for that," she says. "Anything more complicated than a water-pump, you go to him."

"Where is he?" Ben says. He has very quickly given up on intimidation; his fatigue seems to affect her more.

"Out of town," the woman says. "Mourning, supposedly. It's been near on a decade, but I don't know what customs they hold with on the Outer Rim." She rests her elbows on the counter and leans toward him conspiratorially. "Widowed in the war, and not on the right side of it. But he hasn't done any harm here." She stands up straight when another customer comes in, nodding to them in recognition and wrapping a loaf of bread in a crinkling sheet of reused flimsiplast. "His children come in here after school, most days. They'll take you out to the house."

"Thank you," Ben says.

"You could thank me by buying something," the woman says.

"Should I bring something with me?" Ben says, glancing around. The labels are all in Aurebesh. He's more used to it now, but so much of his adult life was spent reading High Galactic script that it still sometimes takes a moment for the shapes to register as words.

"He'll expect you to pay," the woman says. "In credits."

"Of course," Ben says.

She takes pity on him. "Tarine tea," she says, pointing to a round canister on a shelf behind him. "He's the only person I know who prefers it to caf." As she wraps his purchase, she offers some more advice: "He goes veiled, sometimes, because his face is scarred. Don't stare. And don't stare if he's not veiled, either."

"That's not going to be a problem," Ben says. "Considering." He gestures at his own face: the diagonal scar across it. She shrugs.

"It's another hour until school lets out," the woman says. "Come back then and I'll introduce you."

Ben spends that hour surveying the landscape and trying to keep himself centered. He quiets his thoughts but does not reach out. This was another point of contention with Rey: his choice not to use the Force, or even commune with it. Better not to be tempted. He meditated now as people without Force sensitivity did. He tried to find solace in the contained space of his own mind.

It didn't always work. It doesn't work now, because he gets the sense (as often happened when he was near Rey) that someone is prodding at him. He ignores it. Rey isn't here. The likelihood of finding another person who is strong with the Force here, of all places, is tremendously unlikely. He chalks the experience up to wishful thinking.

When Ben reenters the little shop, there are two children waiting with the woman who sold him the tea. The boy is the smaller of the two, pale and serious. The auburn-haired girl reminds him, somewhat inexplicably, of his mother. Possibly it's the frown.

"Vesta says we have to take you to our dad," the girl says. "Who are you?"

"What do you need fixed?" the boy adds.

"My ship," Ben says, choosing to answer only the last question. "I grew up on a freighter," this is almost true, "but I only know the specs specific to that ship. Not the one I have now."

"Then you shouldn't have bought it," the girl says. "Or did you steal it?"

"Piri!" her brother hisses, and swats her on the arm. She jostles his shoulder with hers and frowns more deeply.

"Thank you," Ben says to the shopkeeper. She shrugs.

"If anything happens to us, or to our dad, she's calling the magistrate," Piri says, and leads the way outdoors. "And if you lie, Ander will know. Ander always knows." Her brother, keeping pace with Ben, flushes pink and shakes his head.

"Just sometimes," Ander says.

The road out of town branches off into several paths. Ben follows the children down into a hollow. The area isn't as flat as it had looked initially -- the monotony of the dark, scrubby plants covering everything only made it seem that way. Trees are few and gnarled, sitting low to the ground. The house is built of flat rocks and thatch-roofed.

"Dad!" Ander calls, running ahead of Ben and his sister. "Someone to see you!"

The figure in the doorway is tall and thin. Ben squints, thinks for a moment that he sees something familiar there, but then the man turns away and goes inside before he can get a good look. Piri looks up at him very seriously.

"Don't be rude," she says, and then takes off after her brother.

By the time Ben gets to the door, his host has covered his face. What he wears is less like a veil and more like a mask. The sort worn by people who deal with stinging insects for a living.

"Ander tells me you have a ship --" Ben can tell exactly when the man lays eyes on him, because he stops abruptly. "Go," he says softly.

"What?" Ben says. But the widower isn't talking to him.

"I can feel him," Ander says in response. "I don't think he wants to hurt us."

"This is not for discussion," the widower says, and his voice is suddenly familiar. But that can't be right. That can't be right, because Hux is dead, has been dead for almost ten years. "Go." Ander takes Piri's hand and they move reluctantly toward the door. Ben can feel that prodding again, someone insistently asking to enter his mind. He shifts his feet restlessly, distracted by the sensation. It must seem enough like a move to go after them, because he man lunges at him.

"No!" Piri yells. Something pulls Ben out of her father's grip. His back hits the wall, hard.

Ben opens his mind.

Piri is there, a bright beacon of fear. Ander, beside her, is more confused than afraid. And their father -- Ben knows that presence immediately. There is fear in him, and anger, and grief. You're not dead Ben thinks, and hears the echo of it inside his head.

"Dead?" Ander says aloud. He is more frightened now.

"Go," Hux says again, but the children don't move. "As we practiced," he goes on. He sounds a little desperate. Piri takes his hand hesitantly. "No," he says without looking at her. "You know where we'll meet, where to go if I don't follow." He is saying these things more for his own benefit than theirs: reminding himself that they are prepared, that there is a plan, that there must be a way out of this situation even if he can't see it now. Sighing, he removes the mask.

He is scarred -- that much wasn't a fabrication. There is an uneven grid crosshatched down one cheek, up over his temple.

"It interferes with facial recognition programs," Hux explains. "I wouldn't have gotten this far if station droids could identify me."

"He brought tea," Ander says, taking his father's other hand. "For you."

"Did he?" Hux says. "Probably poisoned."

"He bought it from Vesta!" Piri says. "She wouldn't."

"No," Hux agrees. "Vesta has been very good to us." Through the Force, Ben presses up against Hux's mind and gets a vague impression of blood and pain. Something to ask about later. "Would you like to sit down? We can talk about your ship."

"Is that what we're going to talk about?" Ben says a little more sharply than he means to.

"Obviously," Hux says crisply. For a moment it's like no time at all has passed. The moment passes. "Piri, will you get out some ettel biscuits to go with the tea?"

"Oh," Piri says, mortified. "Um."

"She finished them yesterday," Ander says.

"We shared the last one!" Piri insists.

"Well," Hux says. The tone of voice is one Ben remembers from public dressings-down. He is concerned for the children, but then Hux goes on: "What will our guest think?"

"We could get more," Piri says.

"A good idea," Hux says.

"I didn't see them at Vesta's today," she says.

"Manasa has them but he charges too much," Ander cuts in. The words tumble out in a rush. "We could get something else?"

"Remind Manasa that he wouldn't be making any deliveries if not for a speeder he didn't know how to fix," Hux says. "And then see what he charges." Piri grins behind her hands. The children go out together.

"Will they be --" Ben starts.

"Of course," Hux snaps. "I wouldn't send them out alone if I wasn't sure they'd be fine."

"Are they," Ben starts, stops, starts again. "Are they mine?"

"Their other father is dead," Hux says. Ben is bewildered. He tries to think of who else Hux might have been involved with, but comes up empty. Someone with Force sensitivity, most likely, given the children's obvious abilities, but Hux hadn't spent any considerable time with the other Knights of Ren -- hadn't ever met Snoke in person. "That's the grand pronouncement I heard, toward the end: Kylo Ren is dead," Hux goes on. "I suppose I'm meant to wish Ben Organa Solo a long life. Congratulate you on your resurrection."

"Then they are," Ben says. "My children."

"Are you planning to kill me and take them away with you?" Hux says.

"What?"

"They won't make it easy," Hux says with grim satisfaction. "They'll fight you. They'll hate you."

"Why would I kill you?" Ben says.

"Why wouldn't you?" Hux says. "We ended the war on opposing sides. And I promise you, I will get in the way if you try to take my children from me." He smiles viciously. The scars on his face pull into strange shapes. "You won't have any other choice."

"If I promised not to take them," Ben says, "if I said I only wanted to get to know them. What would you say?"

"I'd say your word is worth nothing to me," Hux says. "Less than nothing. I'll fix your ship so that you can leave and that will be the end of it. You may stay for tea. You will spend the night in town, or on your ship, and we will see each other only when you pay me."

"How do I know I can trust you?" Ben says, feeling a little less like Ben and a little more like the man he used to be. "Not to rig my ship to break apart as I leave atmo, or explode when I put it into hyperspace?"

"You can trust me because Ander and Piri would know," Hux says evenly. "And because I would not do that to them."

The children come back with biscuits and identical smirks. Tea is quiet but not unpleasant. Ben goes back into town. He spends the night on his ship, not sleeping. He reaches out to Piri and Ander through the Force and feels quiet comfort. Good dreams nestled in sheltered minds.

He buys more tea from Vesta the next day.

"Visiting again?" she says. "He can't have gone through it all already."

"No," Ben says. "This is for me. I liked it."

Vesta looks hard at him. "Did you know him?" she says. "In the war?"

"Not well," Ben says. It seems like the truth. "He said you were good to him."

"I was better to him than he'd known before," Vesta says. "I don't know that I'd go so far as to say 'good.' He was sick when he came. Thinner than he is now, except his belly. We had to cut the babies out of him, me and Aerlis. Thought he'd die before he got to hold them. But he made it, and did as well by us as he knew how." She wraps the canister of tea neatly, mechanically, without a single tremor in her deft hands. "Did you know the other father?"

"Better than I'd have liked to," Ben says. This seems like the truth, too.

Prompt:

Brendol Hux is twelve years old the first time he hears the strangely accented voice in his head.

In a galaxy where Snoke never went after Ben (or he didn't succeed) Ben Organa and Brendol Hux are soulmates. Who can communicate with each other through the Force. ((Light/Grey Ben, please, I don't want him to be a villain.))

Bonus if Ben and Brendol have NO IDEA who the other's family really is. (Maybe Ben's going through a phase where he's using the nickname Kylo just because he's ten and he's sick of being "General Organa's Son Ben"?

Double bonus if Brendol is a total awkward muppet who hates parties and meaningless social interaction but Ben (being practically royalty and the son of a diplomat and a charming scoundrel) coaches him through situations.

Triple bonus if in his turn Brendol helps ground Ben and points out that he can be a good man without being nice.

Quadruple bonus if the first time they meet in person (some kind of diplomatic conference?) they still don't know who the other is and Bren keeps kvetching to Kylo about His Royal Annoyance Prince Ben, and Ben has to try not to die laughing

All the bonuses in the world if Ben winds up getting hurt saving Hux's life.

Hux and Kylo Ren's sexual relationship was purely meant to be sexual - just stress relief and hatefucking - that's all Snoke would allow of them.

When Hux finds out he's pregnant with Kylo's child, he quickly realizes the danger it puts him in. Sex is one thing, a child is quite another and Kylo Ren is not allowed to have any attachments, even accidental. Snoke would want to get rid of the child and the mother, just so no sentimentality could linger.

Hux leaves, knowing he would be hunted, and approaches the Resistance, thinking it might offer some protection, as much as he hates it. After all, he is carrying their leader's grandchild.

Hux is kept locked up - he was a FO General, after all - but tests show that he IS pregnant though Leia wants to do a bloodtest once available to see if it really is Ben’s. He slowly manages to gain the Resistance’s trust, at least to the point where he’s allowed out of his cell with a guard.

Back in the First Order, no one really knows what happened to the General, just that he defected and Kylo is FURIOUS about this. He leads the charge to capture his former lover, unaware of the condition he’s in (though Snoke already knows).

But Kylo eventually does find him and sees for himself just why Hux left. Will he still bring Hux back to Snoke for punishment? Will he stay with the Resistance and his child?

Even though I'm generally a fan of Phasma being awesomely accepting and supportive of Kylo and Hux in a relationship, I'd kind of love to see a fic where she is actually 100% against it.

It's not for homophobic reasons, or out of jealousy or protectiveness of one or the other, she just thinks it's a terrible idea and deeply unprofessional of them both. They're not supposed to have loyalties beyond the Order, and them being involved with each other could cause them to waver and jeopardise everything Phasma has ever believed in. After all, what happens if Hux is forced to chose between the needs of the Order and Ren's safety, or vice versa?

+ 1 for her threatening to go to Snoke herself if they don't break it off
+ 10 for her chewing Hux out disgustedly, saying she would almost expect this sort of thing from Ren but she expected better of him.

Hot damn. Also sad for the 30 some chapters fic that would never be. But OP is here fanning self for the hotness of the lava pits and later sexiness.

Ouch at Rey cutting Kylo short. And yes at all the Hux + Ren interactions. I wonder what the craftsman who made the chrome caps was thinking when he/she got the commission.

I think the one I saw had the Resistance characters all being double agents as well, come to think. So this is just the dark side.

Yo, Obergurke on AO3 here~
Say, do you happen to have a tumblr by any chance? (Mine's darthlenaplant) Because I don't want to spam you here nor there.

“Um,” says Finn, “what are you doing?”

“Baking a cake,” says Poe easily. “Want to help?”

Finn and Rey exchange a glance. “...Sure,” says Rey. “What can we do?”

“Mix this,” Poe says, handing her a bowl and a spoon. “Finn, here, this is the icing - get this all mixed together till it’s smooth.”

Once the cake is in the oven, Rey and Finn dust each other off - flour gets everywhere, apparently - and then Finn says, “So, why are we making a cake?”

“It’s Pava’s birthday,” Poe says. “So I’m bringing a cake to the party, because frankly no one else in the squadron can bake.”

There’s a brief pause. And then Poe says, in the tones of someone having a deeply unpleasant revelation, “Neither of you has ever had a birthday party, have you?”

“I don’t know when my birthday is,” Rey says. “And parties didn’t happen on Jakku. I might have had one when I was really small.”

“I don’t know when my birthday is either,” Finn says. “We had Ascension Day when we got promoted from cadets to Stormtroopers. We got double portions at dinner and an extra ten minutes to eat.”

“Ah,” says Poe. “Well. Most of the rest of the galaxy does birthday parties. You should come to Pava’s - she’ll be happy to see you there - and you can see what it’s like.”

“That sounds nice,” says Finn. Rey nods.

“That was fun,” says Rey, as they walk back to their rooms late that night.

“Cake is delicious,” says Finn dreamily.

“It comes in other flavors,” Poe says, grinning. Finn gives him a wide-eyed look of delight and adoration. “You guys should pick birthdays. We’ll throw a party - I’ll make cake.”

“Could we?” asks Finn, delighted.

“Of course,” says Poe.

Finn and Rey discuss birthdays that night, sitting on Finn’s bunk with the light turned down low. Rey’s seen them, sometimes, among the other scavengers of Jakku; Finn has seen holos where people have birthdays. They pool their knowledge, talk it out late into the evening.

In the morning, they tell Poe, “We’ve chosen our birthday.”

“...Singular?” asks Poe curiously.

“The day I met you, and left the First Order,” Finn explains.

“Which is also the day I met Finn, and left Jakku,” Rey agrees.

“Huh,” says Poe, thinking it through. “The first day of your new lives. Yeah, that’s a good birthday.” He thinks for another minute. “Kriff, that’s in two months! I gotta start thinking about what I’m going to get you guys!”

“...You said you’d make us cake?” Finn says tentatively.

“Well, yeah, of course I’ll make cake - but that’s different. I gotta get you something. Something good.” Poe grins. “Gotta make up for the last however many years you missed.”

“Oh,” says Rey. “Um. Thanks?”

“It’s gonna be great,” Poe says cheerfully. “Now come help me tease Pava about her epic hangover.”

Finn grins. Rey snorts a chuckle. “You’re nasty,” she says approvingly.

“Hey, I brought cake. She could have just eaten my delicious, delicious cake instead of drinking the whole bottle of whatever the kriff that was Snap got her,” Poe says.

“She ate three slices of your delicious, delicious cake,” Finn points out.

“...Fair,” Poe admits. “And to be completely honest, I’m bringing her a hangover cure. The teasing is just a side benefit.”

“Awwwww,” says Rey, looping an arm around his waist and resting her head against his shoulder as she tugs him down the corridor. “You’re sweet.”

“Yeah he is,” says Finn, taking Poe’s free hand in his.

Pretty much everyone on base chips in to help make Rey and Finn’s very first birthday party the best party anyone’s ever seen. Poe is not the only person making a cake - there are seven cakes on the long table in the mess hall, each a different flavor. The cooks have made every one of Rey and Finn’s favorite dishes (although admittedly figuring out which dishes were Rey’s favorites was a little difficult, because she likes almost everything). There is a pile of gifts nearly as tall as Poe is, because everyone on base thinks the galaxy of their ex-Stormtrooper and the newest Jedi. The droids all adore Rey, because she spends all her spare hours fixing them; the people all adore Finn, because he’s never anything less than cheerfully willing to help out. And the pilots have pretty much adopted them both, Finn for rescuing Poe and Rey because she’s one of the best flyers they’ve ever seen.

Poe’s gifts are near the bottom of the pile, because of course he got there early to help with setup.

The party itself goes really, really well. Rey and Finn laugh and dance and eat far too much. Rey uses the Force to blow out the candles on six of the cakes while Finn blows the ones on the last cake out the traditional way. The assembled partygoers sing about fifteen different birthday songs at once, which is a horrible cacophony, but Rey and Finn both laugh with delight.

And then there’s the gifts. Rey and Poe are both more than a little overwhelmed by the sheer volume of stuff. A lot of it is food - everyone has noticed how delighted Rey is with almost any kind of food, and so there are flavored nutrition bars and fruits and candy of half a hundred kinds for her, and some for Finn too because he’s always happy about new and exciting flavors. There are holonovels and manuals for half a dozen types of droid and a couple of cookbooks. There is clothing for both of them, shirts and trousers and a really lovely dress for Rey from Leia, small hand weapons and a blaster repair kit apiece and most of an X-Wing fighter pilot’s outfit for Rey from the pilots, good shoes and clothes suitable for any environment from Hoth to Jakku for Finn. At the bottom of the pile are Poe’s contributions: a fighter pilot’s helmet for Rey, which she puts on immediately, and a beautiful formal suit for Finn in the shade of deep purple which is, so far as Poe can tell, Finn’s favorite color. And there is a note.

“Second half of gift to follow: be at hangar 4 tomorrow morning at 0600,” Rey reads. “There’s more?”

“Of course there’s more,” Poe says, grinning like a fool. “It just took a little more preparation than this bit.”

“Thank you,” says Finn, stroking the sleeve of his new purple suit in awe. “This is...thank you, all of you. This is the best thing ever.”

“Happy birthday, you two,” says Leia fondly.

“Hey,” says Rey, “if we have the same birthday, does that mean we’re twins?”

“That’s...not quite how that works,” laughs Poe. But Finn slings an arm around Rey’s shoulders, broad grin lighting up the room.

“Twins!” he says joyfully, and Poe, who has learned when it just isn’t worth arguing with them, shrugs and sighs and lets it go.

The next morning they meet him at hangar 4 at six on the nose, wearing some of their new clothing and vibrating with eagerness. Poe ushers them into the little ship he’s gotten permission to use for this, just big enough for the three of them and BB-8, and takes them up. Rey, in the copilot seat, watches him set the course.

“So, where are we going?”

“Tell you when we get there,” Poe says, grinning, and sends them into hyperspace with a flourish.

Two hours later, they’re setting down just outside the walls of the Dameron compound. Rey is staring in wonder at the Force-tree which towers over the house; Finn is gaping at the wide lawns and the children scampering about. Poe herds them off the ship and up to the wide front porch, where someone is waiting for them.

“Dad,” says Poe, “this is Finn. He saved my life. And this is Rey. She saved Finn’s life.”

Kes Dameron opens his arms wide. “Welcome, then, Finn and Rey. Welcome to the family.” And he gathers them both into his embrace.

Finn squeaks, “Family?”

“Anyone so dear to my son is dear to me,” Kes explains, letting them go only to loop his arms about their shoulders and steer them into the house. Poe trails behind, grinning. “And Poe’s told me all about you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re Damerons, now and forever.”

He guides them into the kitchen, gets them sat at the table, and stations himself at the enormous restaurant-quality stove. “So, how do you like your omelets?”

Poe sits down between Rey and Finn, grinning at their gobsmacked expressions.

“Poe,” says Rey, softly. “You got us a family for our birthday?”

“I did,” Poe says. “Welcome to the family, Rey and Finn Dameron. You will always be welcome here.”

Rey buries her face in his shoulder, clinging to him tightly. Finn takes his hand, grip nearly strong enough to hurt. “Thank you,” he says quietly. “Poe - this is - there couldn’t be a better gift.”

“You’re welcome,” Poe says softly.

“No, really, what do you kids want in your omelets?” Kes asks, turning from the stove to grin at them all. “Wait any longer and they’ll be scrambled eggs instead.”

“Anything,” says Finn, smiling through happy tears. “Whatever you think best.”

“Well then,” says Kes cheerfully, “two Dameron specials coming right up. And one boring ham-and-cheese for my so-adventurous son.”

“Dad,” says Poe, grinning, “I fly X-Wings for a living. I don’t need my food to be exciting.”

“Booo-ring,” says Kes, and Rey giggles against Poe’s shoulder, and Poe thinks he may never have had a more perfect moment in his life.

or on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6243718

Oh, god, this was so sweet and adorable, and that last paragraph utterly SLAYED ME, oh god I ship these two so hard now after this and your fill a few pages back.

Oh my God, I think Mitaka/Kylo is my OTP.

Kylo is in love with Hux, and decides that the "best" way to deal with this is to try and turn it into a source of pain to fuel his connection to the dark side.

He propositions Hux, thinking that he'll either be rejected outright or that, at most, Hux will be up for some emotionally empty hatesex - this isn't Kylo being masochistic, this is him looking to have his heart broken, to be scorned or used and to turn the positive emotions he feels into hurt and hatred.

What he didn't count on was Hux being in love with him too...

- Bonus points for Hux being in denial about his feelings and it all coming out via a sort of force driven positive emotional feedback loop during sex - can't lie to yourself or your parter under those circumstances, boys.

Seconded! Camping here to see if this prompt gets filled

Mitaka! Such a gentleman! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Awwww!

Poe and Rey meet before she leaves. And by 'meet' I mean 'have desperate, needy, emotionally grounding sex,' because they both want Finn, and just want to feel like they survived.

This is lovely!

[A/N: What a delicious prompt. I hope this fill is remotely as wonderful.]

Anatomy

During his training as a Knight of Ren, the study of the finer points of anatomy frustrated Kylo Ren. While he appreciated the hard-won knowledge that the Elders of Ren had accumulated over the centuries, he simply didn’t see the point. Why bother with the exact vein to stop blood flow to a man’s brain when you could crush his trachea with your mind? Even as an acolyte, with his head shaved and his new name awkward on his lips, he had still been the most powerful Force user in a generation. Why beg when you could ask? Why ask when you could demand? Why demand what you can take?

But his studies gave him an appreciation for the quirks of natural design. He hoards these details and the people attached to them. A Twi’lek with lekku so sensitive she can read entire rooms based on air currents alone. A fellow Knight whose long-lost hand still feels pain.

A general whose nipples seem to be hooked up directly to the pleasure center of his brain.

Kylo tugs Hux’s shirt off his shoulders. He’s shirtless himself, kneeling between Hux’s legs as Hux sits at the edge of his bed, in his quarters, the only place he’ll let Kylo touch him at all, let alone like this. Hux lifts his chin and waits for him to make the next move, watching him with those pale eyes.

If he has a preference for Hux at all, it’s like this—quiet and lustful. Kylo tilts his head back slightly and leans forward to breathe, just breathe, on Hux’s right nipple. It peaks and stiffens, and he gives the other one the same treatment, watching Hux’s face carefully.

Hux’s face betrays nothing until Kylo wraps his hands around the sides of his chest and rubs his thumbs in slow, patient circles against his nipples. The little nubs of flesh harden against his calloused thumbs, and he watches Hux bite his lip to keep from whining.

Hux fails when Kylo pinches Hux’s left nipple between his thumb and the first knuckle of his index finger—he lets out a long, shaky groan. Amazing, Kylo thinks, how the slightest pressure here can reduce the great general to this. He wonders, not for the first time, if he could make Hux come just from touching his nipples.

He tears his eyes away from Hux’s rapidly reddening face to shuffle closer and lick a stripe up Hux’s sternum. He tugs, hard, at the nipple already in his hand, and Hux makes a panting noise above his head.

Kylo turns his head and drags his tongue over Hux’s right nipple. Hux’s groan reverberates through his chest and, therefore, through Kylo’s tongue. Kylo grunts at the sound, and begins applying his mouth in earnest to Hux’s nipple, licking and sucking harder and harder.

He keeps tweaking Hux’s left nipple as he does so, but he eventually lets his right hand drop, trailing his fingertips down Hux’s stomach. He’s in good shape, Kylo thinks, although it’s still perfectly clear who is the officer here and who is the actual warrior.

When his fingers brush against Hux’s belt, he undoes it, and then the fly Hux’s no-longer crisp trousers, just enough to grab a good handful of Hux’s cock through his regulation underwear. The black fabric was chosen to hide stains, but Kylo feels the fabric moistening as it absorbs Hux’s precome. Hux’s cock is hard and hot against the palm of his hand. His own cock, half-hard in his leggings, stirs and fills in sympathy, and Kylo resists the urge to take himself in hand for a little relief. He wants to see Hux undone before he comes.

He reaches in Hux’s underwear blindly and pulls his dripping cock out, wrapping his hand around it firmly. Hux grunts above him and his hips move, trying to fuck into Kylo’s hand. But Kylo squeezes him in warning, hard enough to be painful, and Hux stops moving.

Satisfied, Kylo begins pumping Hux’s cock slowly, pressing his thumb into his slit. Hux makes a sharp, gasping noise. But it’s only when Kylo begins sucking on his nipple in earnest that he lets out a low, long moan and places his right hand on Kylo’s shoulder to brace himself.

Kylo relaxes into a comforting rhythm—working Hux methodically with his right hand, precome leaking over his fingers and knuckles, sucking and biting on his nipple hard enough to make it swell, interrupted only by Hux’s increasingly obscene pants and moans. His own breathing grows labored and his cock is starting to ache painfully from the lack of attention. He rolls his hips in a futile attempt for relief. But he won’t have long to wait—Hux is close, he can tell.

Hux’s hand on his shoulder travels to the back of Kylo’s head, cupping it and roughly pressing him closer to Hux’s chest. Kylo grunts at the unexpected pressure, and redoubles his efforts. He’s practically chewing on Hux’s nipple at this point. Kylo pumps Hux’s cock a little faster and then sucks, hard, on Hux’s nipple, pulling it as far from his chest as he can with just his lips.

Hux comes with an incoherent noise, come dripping down Kylo’s hand. He works him through it at the same pace he got him off with, licking and sucking at his abused nipple gently. Traces of emotions burst from Hux’s mind, and Kylo catches the taste of his lust, his satiety, his triumph.

Triumph? The bitter tang of it confuses Kylo, and he scratches the surface, heedless of whether Hux notices or not. Under the surface of that emotion, he finds historical minutiae. Hux is thinking of, has been thinking of, a watery planet where warriors once swore fealty to their king by giving suck this way, performing their dependence on him in deeply intimate terms.

Intended, always, as an act of pure submission.

When Kylo’s head clears and he stares up at Hux in blank anger, Hux fists his hand in his hair and kisses him savagely. Kylo lets him, opens his mouth to admit his tongue, but does not kiss him back.

When Hux pulls back, eyes narrow, Kylo says, sharply, “That’s not what this is.”

Hux’s eyes grow steely. He works his jaw, and Kylo watches his usual sneer crawl back across his face.

“Then what is this, my Lord Ren?” Hux tilts his head, eyes malicious. “Are you slobbering all over my tits because you miss your mummy?”

Hux doesn’t know, Hux can’t know, who he once was and who bore him, but Kylo is nonetheless seized by panic, horror, and rage at how close Hux has blindly struck, how close he has unwittingly let Hux get. Kylo’s face twists in rage and he slaps Hux across the face, hard enough to leave a mark, with his wet hand. Before Hux can react, he shoves him roughly down to the bed and clambers up onto it. The bed groans as he straddles Hux’s stomach, pressing his weight into his soft stomach. Hux makes a choked noise, his face screwed up in anger.

Kylo shoves the hand wet with Hux’s come down his leggings, pulling out his hard, dripping cock. He hisses as he wraps his hand around his cock, and begins pumping it, almost too roughly to be pleasurable. He wants to come on Hux’s face, paint his face with his seed, just to put him in his place, just to see the great general so degraded. But Hux’s tongue darts out, licking at the smear of his own come on his face where Kylo struck him. His face twitches as he tastes himself, and Kylo comes with a low whine at the sight of it, striping Hux’s red, abused chest with his come.

When he opens his eyes—he hadn’t realized he’d closed them—Hux’s face is still cold and superior, appraising him ruthlessly. Kylo is deeply tempted to slap him across the face again and again, but he wipes his hand on Hux’s sheets and dismounts instead, tucking himself back into his leggings and gathering up the rest of his garments.

Hux just watches him, sprawling on the bed. He looks debauched—pants open, soft cock exposed, nipple swollen and wet with Kylo’s saliva, chest covered in come—and yet, somehow, victorious.

Kylo dresses quickly—he can’t get out of Hux’s quarters fast enough. As he reaches the doorway, Hux calls out, “You’ll come back.”

Kylo turns back, hand twitching for Hux’s throat. He glares at Hux. Hux smirks nastily at him. “You always do.”

Kylo leaves without saying a word, because there’s nothing to say when they both know Hux is right.

These two, I swr2gd...

Seconded.

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