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Non-OP also cheering

A+!

Man those Star Wars books, those outtakes. Too steamy for their own good.

This is awesome. I love the descriptions of clothes and Hux's reaction to Ren cleaning himself up a bit. Your Hux is so snarky I love him to bits. *camps out next to this fill*

So is that a seconding or...?

(Possessive!Kylo AND Hatesex? sign me the fuck up!)

When Ben was six he drew his mother a picture. He drew a lot of pictures. There wasn’t much else to do all day while his mother sat at her long table by the window and talked in a heated voice to the other adults about troop movements, alliances, and other things he didn’t really understand. He was old enough to know that his mother was doing Something Very Important, but beyond that he was lost. Still, it made him feel important too just to sit on the floor in that high-ceiling, marble-floored room with her while she talked and even yelled about empires and republics.

Sometimes he played games on his datapad. Or, if he was very bored, he would try to pick up the things on the table without moving from his spot on the floor, although he didn’t do that very often ever since the time he lost his concentration and accidentally spilled a glass of water all over Senator Leth. His mother had yelled at him for that one and made him apologize, and then he had to go sit outside in the hall until she was done talking.

Mostly he drew pictures. Pictures of ships. Sometimes pictures animals or of people he knew, or the towering spires of the city he could see out the big window. If he drew a good one, his mother would smile and ruffle his hair and show it to his father, who would stick it up on a wall in the Falcon. He was pretty sure this picture was going up on the wall. He’d put a lot of work into it.

When the adults take a break, Senator Leth shooting dark looks at Ben as he slithers out of the room, he shows his mother what he’s been working on. Her face is buried in her hands, but when he approaches her she smiles and pulls him up onto her lap, leaning her chin on his shoulder.

“What’d you draw today, baby?”

“There’s you and dad,” he says, showing her the two figures holding hands.

“And who’s that?” she asks playfully, pointing to the smaller figure beside them, who was wearing the same outfit as the picture of Han.

“Me,” Ben grins.

“How about this one?” She moves her finger to another figure. This one has two different colored hands sticking out from under his shapeless black clothes.

“That’s Uncle Luke.”

“Oh, I see. Very nice,” Ben can feel her smiling, and he knows he’s done well.

“I’m not done yet. I’m gonna draw his lightsaber too.”

“Let me guess… this one must be Chewie,” Leia says, half-laughing at the giant brown blob next to the picture of Luke.

“Yep,” Ben says, giggling.

“Who’s this?” She moves to the other side of the picture, pointing to a large figure in a long cape standing beside the drawing of Ben. The face and body are completely colored in black.

“That’s the man who watches me sleep.”

“What?”

Ben doesn’t notice the cold note of fear in her voice. He continues on, “I haven’t seen him in a while. He used to come a lot. He watches you sometimes too. And Uncle Luke. I think he takes care of us.”

His mother takes the paper out of his hands gently and sets it on the table, pushing it to arm’s length like there’s something wrong with it. She is afraid. He can feel it knifing through the air around her, prickling his skin. Afraid and angry. With him?

“What’s wrong?” A fearful whine is creeping into his voice. “You’re mad, why are you mad?”

“Ben, listen,” she is squeezing him around the middle and suddenly it’s hard to breathe. Her fear feels like it’s smothering him, clinging to him like a heavy blanket and she’s still angry-

“What did I do?” he interrupts, voice shrill. He squirms on her lap, pushing at her and trying to wriggle out of the circle of her arms, to get away from the battering feelings of panic and violation and not my son you stay away from my son-

“You didn’t do anything- stop it,” she holds him more tightly while he whines and struggles. She shushes him, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Ben. It’s not you. I’m not mad at you. Listen to me, I’m not mad at you. Calm down.”

Slowly the storm of emotions subsides and Ben feels like he can breathe again. Leia waits until he calms and stops trying to climb out of her lap to continue. “Ben, if you ever see that man again, you come tell me. Do you understand? Don’t talk to him. Don’t draw him again. Okay?”

He snuffles and nods in agreement, because what else can he do, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of a hand.

And even though his mother said he didn’t do anything wrong, the picture was taken away. Folded up and put somewhere no one could look at it. He never even got to finish coloring Uncle Luke’s lightsaber. His mother smiles and asks him to do another picture, maybe one of the Falcon, but her smile is a brittle thing and even though he normally likes drawing his father’s ship, he doesn’t do it just out of spite. He sits in his corner of the room while the adults finish talking, his face still warm and sticky from tears, and breaks all of his colors one at a time. He doesn’t want to draw anymore.

Later that night, Ben will lie awake with his pillow over his ears, trying to drown out the angry sounds and the waves of emotions coming from the next room. His mother is upset again, and his father is angry. His father’s anger is different from his mothers. It makes the air tense and brittle. He cannot feel Uncle Luke’s emotions through the comm,, but he can hear his voice, exchanging low, urgent words with his parents.

It’s the first time Ben hears the name 'Vader’.

Believable alternative Poe headcanon imo & love confident sex-positive Finn. I hope there's ~wooing.

+1000000

lmao Actual Teenage Shonen Anime Protagonist Kylo Ren is not going to waste energy on his Actual Anime Rival any more!

*shakes fist at a portrait of Hux he keeps on his bedroom ceiling*

Seconding! Though I fear the overwhelming surge of light caused by those two being in the same plane of reality might actually blind me.

If you wanted to find Ben Organa Solo, the first place to look was always in the hangar. The first present he can remember receiving was a set of tools, sized just right for his childish hands. He spent so much time with his head and hands shoved inside of panels and space crafts of all sorts, that people used to joke they couldn’t remember what his face looked like - only his shoes, and his little, coverall clad legs.

He even got his hands into the guts of the Millennium Falcon, once or twice, his father and Chewbacca showing him how to work with a system which had been reworked to the point of ridiculousness. He did fine, of course. Apart from that one slight electrocution, but that was really more like a love zap, and the kid sat up grinning from ear to ear.

He had the Force, humming under his skin like a constant companion, for as long as he could remember. It made it easier to reach wires which were just out of sight or too far away, sometimes gave him a gentle nudge away from a live wire he’d missed, or towards the correct configuration when he’d get stuck. Apart from that, Ben’d never really given much thought to having the Force. After all, Uncle Luke had it, and his mother had it, and their dad had it - as far as the child was concerned, it was just another family trait.

His father knew he had it, as did Chewbacca - they’d seen tools slide across the floor to his hand too many times to be ignorant, but they never said anything. Han, for his part, was delighted that his little boy - his Force wielding, space magician son - was happier elbow deep in the guts of a ship than going off to become a Jedi.

One afternoon, working on a small shuttle which had been put in for repairs, Ben levitated a small panel off the floor. Chewbacca was standing by, ready to catch the panel if something went wrong. Han patted Ben on the back when he gently settled it down, away from the area they were going to be working in. His ‘good job, Ben’ was interrupted by Leia, who’d seen everything. Ben smiled at his mother, unaware of the oncoming storm, and bent down with Chewie to start investigating.

Han stared at his wife, and didn’t say a thing. She left without a word, and Han joined the other two men shortly after, content to ignore the argument he knows will be waiting for him when he gets home.

‘You should have told me!’ Leia will yell, later, a few books and glasses around the room starting to vibrate softly with her anger. She’s extremely force sensitive, but whatever power she might have wielded was lost to the unforgiving hands of time - without practice, without attention, her ability to manipulate the Force had withered.

‘What does it matter? He doesn’t want to be a Jedi, he wants to be an engineer.’ Han drawled in response, knowing that his tone would only rile her further. Sure enough, she almost explodes.

‘What does it matter? If he doesn’t start training soon, he could lose control of his powers. Worse, he-’

‘Could lose them like you did?’ Han cuts in, and Leia’s face goes hard, cold.

‘Exactly. He’ll regret it when he’s older, if we don’t make him train now.’

‘Look, Leia, the kid doesn’t want to go with Luke. Ask him yourself.’ Her lips are in a firm line, and Han knows that look all too well. Nothing he could do or say, nothing anyone could do or say, was going to sway her from her chosen path. He sighs, rubbing a hand across his eyes, before groaning.

‘I’m not telling him. I’m not going to make him go, either. It’s all on you.’ And with that, Han washes his hands of the whole matter, leaving it up to Luke and Leia to convince Ben. They’ll spend a lot of time together, deep in the guts of the Falcon, in the weeks after the revelation.

‘I don’t want to go, Dad.’ He’ll say, quietly, a few weeks after his tenth birthday.

‘I don’t want you to go.’ Han replies, pulling his son into a hug, before refocusing on the speeder they’re tinkering with. It was a present for his birthday; Han’d been planning it for months, a project they could work on together, then he could teach Ben to ride it. Drive it, when he’s old enough. Now he doesn’t know what he’s gonna do with it - Luke’d already said he couldn’t send it with Ben.

He’ll end up taking Ben out for a spin, before the speeder’s really ready. It’ll splutter, and maybe almost explode, but they’ll have fun. Ben’ll even get to pilot it, for a few minutes - Han hovering behind him, ready to step in and take over at the first sign of something going wrong.

Ben will leave the next day, trying not to cry as he boards the shuttle which’ll take him to his Uncle and the future he does not want. He’ll hug his father, and Chewbacca, but will only wave at his mother in a fit of childish pique. Ben won’t regret not hugging her until that night, when he’s laying in his new bed wanting nothing more than his parents. He’ll cry himself to sleep, every night for a month. He stops feeling as much, after that. Not just the sorrow and grief, but everything - emotions slowly slipping through his hands until there’s nothing but rage.

He’ll forget his tool box, and only remember that it’s sitting in the Falcon halfway through the shuttle ride. He’ll never get to go back to it, or see it, again.

That would be the sweetest. Both of them being "Oh finally, someone else who isn't crazy, I thought I was the only one!".

+1

"I wish we were homeless so drinking on the streets was acceptable." (Chewbacca to Han)

Help these are so great I did three when I should have been writing exchange fic, oooooops.
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"Maz isn't that bad," Han declared as he paced through the cruiser. The ceiling of the small ship wasn't cramping by human scale, but a Wookiee had to bend to climb into and out of the front seats, a fact that Chewbacca continually howled about.

Along with many other things.

"Okay, okay." Han stowed another load of cargo in the back. "Listen, when a--sapient being walks into a bar, if he hasn't gotten into too much trouble by the first drink, people are going to flirt with him. Take it to heart."

Chewie growled, and punched at the computer.

"Well, she knows I'm married, see."

The engines hummed and muttered.

"Technically."

Chewbacca brought up a screen asking them to set coordinates, and Han paused in front of it. Impatient, Chewbacca began typing at it.

"No, 'anywhere that's not here' isn't a place."

Chewie glared.

"Look, just because I don't know the most profitable place to sell the kind of junk Maz collects doesn't mean it isn't valuable, okay? I'll bet you you could make a lot more money here, if you just gave her a chance."

Chewie held up both paws.

"Five credits."

Nod.

"All right, all right, we can get out of here."

(Neither of them followed up with the bet. What they had they shared, anyway, in good times and in bad. Besides, by the time they met up with anyone who'd ever dropped something off at Maz's cantina, all of those people seemed more relieved about having gotten rid of whatever they were toting around with them than the money they got for it.

And Lando Calrissian never knew how close their paths came to crossing then and there, still carrying a tiny piece of the weight of history, fallen from the sky into darkness.)

"you sent me the whole alphabet, one letter a text. it took 15 minutes to read them all" (Kylo to Rey)

"Are you sure you can trust him to open signals?" Finn asked, pacing the hallways of the outpost.

"'Trust' would be putting it too far, but I think he'll want to hear me out," Rey responded. "If I give a signal, be ready to cut communications immediately."

"On it," Finn said.

Rey received the hail. On the other end of the galaxy, Kylo Ren was seething amid a cramped First Order base. The temporary facility was much smaller and densely-packed than Starkiller, but just as prone to impromptu demolitions from his lightsaber.

"What," he demanded, "was the meaning of your last transmission?"

"Oh," said Rey, "I think you'll find the contents of that data are self-explanatory."

"We had a deal, you fool! A map containing the location of Skywalker's headquarters, in exchange for the safety of your droid."

"Of course. And I abided by it--my honor would have me do no less."

"That--file--is hardly a map?"

"It's a very good map. Containing not only Skywalker's residence, but thousands and millions of other planets, all carefully labeled with their corresponding suns. An encyclopedic resource, really, it's very impressive how much knowledge is publically available. Your computers should let you zoom to excellent detail!"

"Our computers," Kylo hissed, "will be inoperative for months downloading this enormous file!"

"It's still a map," Rey repeated, "from a certain point of view."

Kylo turned his lightsaber on, smashing it through the communications console and severing the connection. The latest pair of Stormtroopers unfortunate enough to be put on patrolling duty sighed, recalculated their route around the office, and independently began to wonder how they could get reassigned somewhere safer, like an asteroid field.

"Is everything all right?" Finn asked. "Should I cut comms?"

"I think he's way ahead of you," said Rey.

"dude,it's memorial day.not getting wasted=you're a terrorist" Phasma to FN-2187

"Er--excuse me," said FN-2187, "I had a question."

"Yes?" Phasma sighed.

"What sun are they using?"

"What?" she asked. Was this another crackpot scheme of Hux's about depowering stars?

"To measure the calendar, I mean."

"I don't understand."

"The holovids said it was appropriate to honor the courage displayed by our illustrious at this time of the year, but, I was wondering if that was a Hosnian solar year? Because they didn't seem to think very highly of the Hosnian system in general."

"The purpose of the observance is--"

"If it was for the Coruscantian system, or something like the Empire used, I could see why that would be admired by the reconstructionists--"

"What matters is that you display respect towards the fallen."

"The fallen, yes. Because of their--ideals? Their principles?"

"Their...courage in battle, yes."

"But only those fallen of the First Order."

"Well...yes."

"What about the heroes of the Empire? If Kylo Ren wants to reverence Darth Vader, is that within the scope of this observance?"

"FN-2187, as your commanding officer, I want to make sure you are...well-fed and rested for the day. Please report to the mess hall, and then return to your bunk."

It really seemed a waste to demand he imbibe mind-altering substances. The man had so much potential. For once in her otherwise illustrious career, Phasma briefly wondered if she'd overachieved on eroding his social connections with would-be peers.

He stared up at her, calculating silently, but only said "yes, ma'am" and paced off.

Phasma exhaled as he departed. Another laser dodged with that one, but she couldn't rest easily. He was already starting to ask uncomfortable questions about displays of public allegiance, and there were only two more weeks before Hux would try to do something stupid like make everyone commemorate First Order Flag Day.

This is fantastic! Kylo cleans up niiiice, I bet he spent all of those sequestered-away days styling his hair, monotone-singing "Just want to look good for you, good for you, uh-huh~"

Your Hux is a great, it kills me that he apparently keeps tabs on anyone who has ever banged a redhead in case it could be asset for him and I love how he had a preliminary decorum nag all primed, but was too amazed by Kylo's brushed hair to bother with it. I also love how his amazement didn't turn into swooning, not yet at least, and that he was more focused on being Team First Order with Objectives to Achieve.

Holy shit though, imagining these two tall gorgeous assholes in their formal black-and-reds sweeping out of the shuttle to devastate party guests with a co-ordinated tactical charm offensive, ffff I'm already wrecked.

DDDDD:

Kylo is back on the light side and he's not exactly well liked, but he does like someone. Finn. Who he has decided to try and seduce before a certain pilot gets his hands on him.

+ Han is still alive and Kylo/Ben tries to get points from him.
+ Before he went dark side he used to hang out with his dad on bars a lot, so he's not socially awkward/useless and it is surprisingly smooth.
+ Finn is very confused and has mixed feelings about the whole thing.
+ Protective BB8, Rey and Poe.
+ Any final ship.

Yeeeeeeeessssssss! I second that this is beautiful!

Poe playing the sax and tearing around inside the base on a motorcycle with Phasma until Hux snaps and kills him with a pickaxe? I am so behind this.

I love all this Mitaka fic and this is just an excellent one overall
even though I was rofloling about the semen bears

OP ANON HERE AND IM?? TEARING OFF MY FACE I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND IM SO EAGER TO READ MORE HOLY FUCK??

I lost my shit at face-bucket cause its such an accurate description
also Ren's cleaned up outfit has me swooning hardcore like oh man god bless

ALL THE COOKIES FOR YOU AUTHOR ANON, ALL OF THE DAMN COOKIES.

*sobbing*

I am gaping in awe at this prompt

I wanted to prompt a de-aged!Poe at some point so... second!

Anon these were great! So in-character too. I loved Rey trolling Kylo with the map. I love exasperated trooper mom Phasma and troublingly inquisitive Finn. And of course I love everything about Han and Chewie, "No, 'anywhere that's not here' isn't a place." could be its own TFLN!

I want a never-ending stream of these fics poured into my brain.

Yes, yes, yes. Young too-smart-for-his-own-safety Finn and Phasma who's honestly trying to foster good stormtrooper leaders walking a very dangerous line.

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