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omg YES YES YES please somebody needs to fill this! I watched that movie sooo many times when I was a child! Ahahahahaha the image of Hux as Odette and Kylo as Derek...fantastic :'D

oh god yes please!!
(I keep wondering why there's not more rpf, too...)

hi I've fallen into rare pair hell and I can't get out

I want Kylo (being the big sub he is) and Mikata getting it on with some slow gentle sex with a hint of (optional) edging! Maybe Mikata keeps almost getting Kylo off by touching him but stops just short of orgasm but it's really up to the filler how it happens (if the filler wants it to happen). I also really really want Kylo getting praised for how good of a boy he's being and how pretty he is and loving every second of it.

+ If Mikata gives Kylo slow kisses and Kylo m e l t s because they're always just so good and they make him feel warm
++ If Hux knows about their relationship and somewhat approves of it (pro: Kylo doesn't destroy shit, con: he know has Mikata in his grip)
+++ If Kylo stutters while telling Mikata things during sex
+++++++++ If Kylo is super loud and is embarrassed about it! But Mikata loves how loud he is and that he's enjoying himself

Back during his days as a pilot for the Republic Poe had a reputation for being a flirt who led people on (really Poe being friendly and people misconstructing that because he's so goddamn handsome).
One night after too many drinks this took a dark turn when a couple of Poe's fellow pilots decided they had enough and gangraped him. And since one of them was the son of an important politician the whole thing was covered up and became a sort of joke that Poe couldn't get enough.
Leia believed Poe and offered him a position in the Resistance so he could get away.
In the aftermath of Hosnian’s destruction the Republic teamed up with the Resistance under Leia’s command, cue a bunch of Poe’s former colleagues (among them the abusers) coming to base. They keep alluding to the ‘incident’ and tease about a repeat.
Leia, Jess and Snaps know and try their best to protect Poe. Rey and Finn don’t know the details but they notice that these people make Poe uncomfortable and that’s not okay with them.
(I’d love if Finn/Poe is established but still new so Poe didn’t want to burden Finn with his history)

Inspired by this scene from Buffy -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IhtXMYR97s

Snoke is tiny like the itty bitty fear demon in Fear Itself.

Does Rey step on him, thus ending his reign of terror across the galaxy? Do they imprison him in a birdcage to await his trial? Does Hux rescue Snoke and smuggle him off the planet in Millicent's cat carrier?

Bonus+
Poe: "He's so cute!"
Finn: "Who's little Sith Lord? Come on!"
Luke: "Don't taunt the mini Sith Lord."
Finn: "Why? Can he hurt me?"
Luke: "No. It's just tacky."

Art fills also encouraged! <3

Seconding!

WELP this hits all of my buttons

seconded

Thirding so hard!!

Warning: complete bastardization of different mythologies and literary classics. Also, remember when I thought this would only be three parts? Haha, I was so naive then.
On a more serious note though, thank you so much for all your lovely comments! You guys rock!

Hux is not a mystic. He has no need to be.

Empires rise and fall in just one plane, where men kill and die without sending ripples through the Universe. Hux fights, and conquers, and rules in a world of five senses, and it doesn’t matter if there is something out there that he cannot perceive, so long as his subjects are equally blind to it.

Brendol Hux has no need for the Force, no care for the irrational.

And yet…

There are impossibilities sneaking into the base, double standards of reality that should never be.

There are precisely seven hundred and forty six officers on base. And just as many shadows. There are three thousand and fifty two Stormtroopers, and just as many shades.

The shades do as they please, wander through the halls in mournful silence. They did not choose to be here, and are burdened with regrets unvoiced and unknown. There is nothing to be done for them.

The shadows, however, come to him sometimes, if only to inform him that his guest is being most dismissive. Expected, but hurtful all the same, so could he not reason with him, that it may go faster this time? There is so much to be done, and so little time until first Spring.

“Why do you talk?” Hux asks in lieu of an answer one day, in the silence of his own private quarters. He is a rational man, and rational men do not tolerate impossibilities.

Except when they do.

We are here because we are bored. Have you not been listening?

“I am going mad,” he murmurs, finishing his glass of Corellian wine in one go. A peculiar brew, this one. It tastes of fruit.

You are not mad. You are divine.

A flattering sentiment, if nothing else.

But Hux would never stoop so low as to allow himself to be seduced by flattery.

“Go away,” he orders cooly, even as he himself leaves the room. There is work to be done, in the rational and singular plane.

The shadows huff as they watch him leave. Ah, but the two of them are most unpleasant this cycle!

~*~

He is so very hungry. He hasn’t eaten in so long.

Ben only has himself to blame, really.

The food is always there, always within reach. Next to his hand, in front of him when he turns around, there is always a table, always the fruit, and he hungers.

Ben is only human.

It is only fruit.

And yet, when his hands close around the pomegranate, when he brings the small red pulp to his lips, he is trembling. His fingers squeeze so tightly around the little ruby he fears he might break it, crush the flesh to have red juice running down his fingers. In his mind’s eye it pours and pours down his palm and his wrists, staining his sleeve. Ruining his gift.

The thought is pleasing.

But he is so hungry.

The fruit touches his lips, onto his tongue. His fingers linger in front of his mouth.

His blood is pounding in his temples.

He squeezes his eyes shut.

He bites.

He breathes.

Nothing happens.

The fruit bursts on his tongue, and tastes of nothing. The juice may as well be water, and when it pours down his throat it only feeds, doesn’t satisfy.

He opens his eyes, and the halls haven’t changed. The air is no heavier than before, and his heart beats just as strong.

Nothing happened.

Even alone in the room, he feels like such a fool.

But he isn’t alone, never fully, because around him the shadows start giggling. They are neither malicious nor mocking, but their laughter only makes his embarrassment worse. He has only ever been able to do one thing in these situation, but his shackles still hold strong, and he finds himself powerless.

Or almost.

The bowl of fruit goes crashing against the wall, shattering into a thousand shards even as the fruit splatters like a blood stain on the floor. The noise is loud and satisfying, and the fact that he threw it with his own hands seems to make the violence more potent, somehow.

The juice does drip down his hand, only not onto his sleeves but on the floor. Like drippings from a wounded hand.

And still the shadows do not stop.

It was only fruit, they chime, before giggling once more.

“Shut up,” Ben grits out, cheeks burning in humiliation.

The shadows ignore him.

Only fruit. Only ever fruit. It was never about the seeds.

“Then what?” Frustration, pleading, anticipation, all these different emotions in his voice, all at the same time.

He has always made a very poor Jedi.

A particularly small shadows steps forward, its glide clumsy in its eagerness. But like all small things, it holds depths of courage and daring, so it latches onto his sleeve, unmindful of the not-blood on his hand, and climbs up to settle in his neck.

It feels much warmer than he would have thought.

(Or perhaps he is merely growing colder.)

It is about knowing, it whispers in his ear, a child’s secret and an old one’s wisdom. It is about knowing, and wanting anyway.

~*~

The first time it had been in a field, where the sun shone bright and the ground ripped open. He had taken her hand, pulled her to him, and nothing less that the King of gods could make him relinquish his hold.

The second time had been done in dreams, where one had been golden and bright and the other one only half living. He dreamed, she watched, she took him with a corpse-like hand and the world was plunged in a final winter.

The third time it had been a girl, and a boy who would never grow up, and whose shadows were most unruly that time around. He had taken her hand, and together they flew far and away, and though some say she returned home in the end, it is a lie. He was a selfish child, always had been, and he wouldn’t let her go.

It has been many things, many times over, but only shadows are left to remember, and they never tell. Each time is a new story. Each time is a new beginning.

But some beginnings are more long coming than other, especially with two people as stubborn as them.

So when Ben Solo joins the General at the dinner table, the first time he has done so in the month he has been here, when he eats the fruit and drinks the nectar, when the General speaks to him and he answers, the shadows are all very relieved indeed.

And, as it is, more than a little smug.

Edited 2016-03-16 22:20 (UTC)

oh, this was vicious and I loved it. incredibly hot, and the power play between them was perfect.

Prompted and filled:

https://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/1082.html?thread=81210#cmt81210

I FEEL YOU ON THE RARE PAIR HELL. also yes please all of this

i love this so much

There we go! Thank you~

I'm so sorry:) 1. Melisandre: O mighty R'hllor, take the sacrifice we give to you. His King's bĺood shall ... Hux: Excuse me? But i'm not an Emperor yet. Melisandre: We'are still going to burn you. Hux: *to himself* It seems i found fuel for Starkiller. [Several months later the Long Night comes to Westeros] 2. Daleks: Master, you will pay for the crimes you commited against our species. Exterminate! Hux: And here i wanted to give civil rights to droids. 3. English men: Burn the witch of Orlean! Hux: ಠ_ಠ 4. Francis Dollarhyde: I am the Dragon, Freddy Lounds. And you call me insane. You are privy to a great becoming, but you recognize ... Hux: You would get along with my colleague. What do you think about the state of the galaxy?

Ah, this is so good..!

Obsessed with control, in all his previous sexual encounters Hux has been a top and has never let anyone near his ass.

So it is as much a surprise to him as it is to Kylo to discover how hard he comes when the Knight decides to milk him.

In his office.

Gripped onto the leg of his desk.

+ 1000 fingers only, and Hux's cock is never touched
+ 400 if it happens on work time and there's two guard troops just outside the door; because Kylo figures if you do something well, you should really get paid for it, no?

OP:

...

...eeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

In other words: this is brilliant and beautiful and I LOVE IT. Did you - you tied in Norse mythology, didn't you? (Baldr and Hel) and Peter Pan...

+10000

Goddamn preach re: rare pair hell - but what a nice part of hell it is!

Also this prompt involves three of my most favorite things - subby Kylo, gentle but mindblowing sex, and PRAISE KINK - so I MUST second this glorious, glorious wonder. *pets prompt*

hi me again

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By the time Ben is nine years old, something has changed in him. He is angry and secretive, spending hours alone in his room doing nothing. His parents are worried about him. When they aren’t too busy worrying about the Republic, or the First Order, or whether the Hutt Council were going to ask for their money back. Compared to thousands dying every day on Outer Rim mining worlds, having a child who is too quiet always seems like a problem for another day.

Halfway through a holiday-turned-diplomatic-mission on Coruscant, his father sticks his head into Ben’s bedroom to say goodbye.

“Come wish me luck, kid, I’ve gotta go.” He already has his jacket on and a blaster tucked into his belt.

Ben has his chin pillowed on his folded arms. He looks up from the model X-wing he’d been pushing around on his desk with one finger. “Go where?” he asks.

“I’ve gotta make a run.” Han crosses the room to tussle his hair. “Why don’t you cut this mess while I’m gone? You’re starting to look like a girl,” he teases.

“Can’t I come with you?” Ben asks, an edge of alarm in his voice. “You promised I could come with you this time.”

Han winces, “I know I did, but there’s been a change of plans. I’m not going to Tatooine anymore.”

Ben pushes back his chair, making the legs scrape across the floor. “That’s okay-“

“Look kid, maybe next time, okay?”

“But that’s what you said before!” Han recognizes the shrill edge of an oncoming tantrum.

He raises his voice. “We’re not arguing about this, Ben. I said no.”

Han makes it three steps before the door of the bedroom slams shut on its own.

“Ben,” he growls, turning around. “Open the damn door.”

“No,” Ben says, setting his jaw. The kid had stubbornness in every single bone of his body, and unfortunately Han knew exactly where he got it from.

“You’ve got to three. One…”

“Not until you say I can come with you. You promised!”

“Two…” He has no clue what he’s going to do when he gets to three. No clue what he’ll do if Ben doesn’t back down. I’m being held hostage by a kid who’s not even old enough to shave, he thinks, a little desperately. I hate the damn Force.

The word hangs in the air, threat unspoken. Han glares at him and Ben stares right back, dark-eyed and furious.

“Thr-“

The door is flung open wildly. It bounces off the wall with a solid crack.

When Han turns to look back at Ben, he has his face buried in the desk and his arms over his head. His shoulders shake with sharp, muffled sobs.

“I’ll see you in a few days, kid,” he mutters from the doorway.

Reposting here because I posted it on the wrong thread like a dumbass.

~

By the time Ben is nine years old, something has changed in him. He is angry and secretive, spending hours alone in his room doing nothing. His parents are worried about him. When they aren’t too busy worrying about the Republic, or the First Order, or whether the Hutt Council were going to ask for their money back. Compared to thousands dying every day on Outer Rim mining worlds, having a child who is too quiet always seems like a problem for another day.

Halfway through a holiday-turned-diplomatic-mission on Coruscant, his father sticks his head into Ben’s bedroom to say goodbye.

“Come wish me luck, kid, I’ve gotta go.” He already has his jacket on and a blaster tucked into his belt.

Ben has his chin pillowed on his folded arms. He looks up from the model X-wing he’d been pushing around on his desk with one finger. “Go where?” he asks.

“I’ve gotta make a run.” Han crosses the room to tussle his hair. “Why don’t you cut this mess while I’m gone? You’re starting to look like a girl,” he teases.

“Can’t I come with you?” Ben asks, an edge of alarm in his voice. “You promised I could come with you this time.”

Han winces, “I know I did, but there’s been a change of plans. I’m not going to Tatooine anymore.”

Ben pushes back his chair, making the legs scrape across the floor. “That’s okay-“

“Look kid, maybe next time, okay?”

“But that’s what you said before!” Han recognizes the shrill edge of an oncoming tantrum.

He raises his voice. “We’re not arguing about this, Ben. I said no.”

Han makes it three steps before the door of the bedroom slams shut on its own.

“Ben,” he growls, turning around. “Open the damn door.”

“No,” Ben says, setting his jaw. The kid had stubbornness in every single bone of his body, and unfortunately Han knew exactly where he got it from.

“You’ve got to three. One…”

“Not until you say I can come with you. You promised!”

“Two…” He has no clue what he’s going to do when he gets to three. No clue what he’ll do if Ben doesn’t back down. I’m being held hostage by a kid who’s not even old enough to shave, he thinks, a little desperately. I hate the damn Force.

The word hangs in the air, threat unspoken. Han glares at him and Ben stares right back, dark-eyed and furious.

“Thr-“

The door is flung open wildly. It bounces off the wall with a solid crack.

When Han turns to look back at Ben, he has his face buried in the desk and his arms over his head. His shoulders shake with sharp, muffled sobs.

“I’ll see you in a few days, kid,” he mutters from the doorway.

I am so completely here for this. I was wondering if you would be okay if this were all happening in Hux's mind?

hux may be an evil, high-ranking general, a control freak with a quite frankly neurotic sense of neatness, but godtdamn, he's bad at anything to do with feelings. he's appauling at it.

as such, Kylo just thinks he's being used, but fucking hell, he'll take what he can get and it's fine. for a while, anyway. i want him finally breaking from waiting for the other shoe to drop. hux is horrified and sets him straight.

tl;dr i want them being evil bastards but not to each other. they're just terrible about communicating it. happy ending please.

holy hell yes

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Re: Kylux; CRACK, Swan Princess inspired AU

Re: RPF: Adam/Domhnall

Kylo Ren/Mikata Gentle slow sex, praise kink, (optional edging)

Poe/Omcs, Poe/Finn, the real reason poe left the republic army, non-con

gen, crack - Fear Itself - Snoke is the size of a purse chihuahua

Re: Poe/Omcs, Poe/Finn, the real reason poe left the republic army, non-con

Re: Kylo Ren/Mikata Gentle slow sex, praise kink, (optional edging)

Re: Poe/Omcs, Poe/Finn, the real reason poe left the republic army, non-con

Fill: 3/? Kylo/Hux - Hades and Persephone "The Divine and the Dark"

Re: FILL: Kylux, nipple play

Re: Hogwarts au // gen or whatever ships

Re: Kylo Ren/Mikata Gentle slow sex, praise kink, (optional edging)

Re: Poe/Omcs, Poe/Finn, the real reason poe left the republic army, non-con

Re: Hogwarts au // gen or whatever ships

Re: Gen or Kylux - Natives want to use Hux has a sacrifice to their gods - Hux is annoyed

Re: Fill: 3/? Kylo/Hux - Hades and Persephone "The Divine and the Dark"

Hux/Kylo Ren - Hux's prostate gets the workout of a century

Re: Fill: 3/? Kylo/Hux - Hades and Persephone "The Divine and the Dark"

Re: Kylux, exhibitionism, mind tricks.

Re: Kylo Ren/Mikata Gentle slow sex, praise kink, (optional edging)

MINIFILL x3 Ben was kind of a creepy kid

MINIFILL x3 - Ben was kind of a creepy kid

Re: Kylux, exhibitionism, mind tricks.

kylo/hux: miscommunication

Re: Hux/Kylo Ren - Hux's prostate gets the workout of a century