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I'm rally glad you enjoyed OP. I was a little worried because I felt I lost the humour that I started out with. There really is no hope for Poe, Rey and Finn's best bet is to just keep him locked away safe where no one else can look or experience his wonderfulness.

I'm pretty sure that even Leia took some work to convince Poe to

Leia: -straight face- you're too recognizable, it's completely necessary
Poe: But a bantha mask?
Leia: You're cover is that of a traveling performer, we'll give you all sorts of disguises. It'll be for the best
Poe: well. . .if you say so
Leia: thank the force
Poe: what?
Leia: nothing, nothing

This is so wonderfully written. I really want to see General Organa bursting in demanding to know where he pilot is and being disappointed in Poe once she finds out what hes done. Also will you be adding this to AO3 soon?

Thank you everyone for the lovely comments. You can now find this on AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/6786991

Oooohhhhhhh yes~ Absolutely seconded.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6715960?view_full_work=true

Now in its entire heartbreaking glory

In the three weeks that followed, Hux took two short trips off-planet, signed half a dozen laws into being, authorized one small-scale military operation and attended three informal dinner functions. He even got to cut a ribbon – an actual red ribbon – at some opening ceremony or the other.

Kylo Ren was a pain in his ass the entire time.

Or rather; not the entire time – the way he switched back and forth between being actually friendly and downright nasty was quick enough to give Hux mood whiplash. Through all of that he kept making the most outlandish demands of the Residence staff – from his fussy beverages to exotic cuisine to sending a technician to his suite in the middle of the night so that all the lights could be changed to the exact hue Ren insisted would help boost his creativity – to the point where Hux had been reliably informed that a conspiracy was in act to avoid getting Ren what he wanted. They would pretend no staff was available, fake comlink malfunctions or unexpected emergencies just as Ren called with a new request.

Hux himself was all but begged by his people to feign ignorance about the whole think and go along with it; naturally, he did, just for the pleasure he felt in seeing Ren’s face redden when he told him that no, he knew nothing about the recent chef shortage, perhaps there was an epidemic going around?

He figured it was only right, given recent developments.

Hux should have known – he truly should have known – that the gaping lack of awful eyesores in his new wardrobe was too good to last. As it turned out, he’d grossly overestimated Ren’s aesthetic sense, and while Ren may have been content to let Hux have it his way when it came to everyday wear, the ceremonial outfits were a completely different matter.

“I can’t let you go out in public dressed like a savage, Hux,” he said. “My reputation is on the line, I’m sure you understand.”

His reputation, Hux thought, annoyed. It wasn’t as if Ren was the one whose image was regularly broadcasted to billions and billions of people all across the galaxy.

“My professional reputation,” Ren said, as if he’d known what Hux had been thinking. “Something that is extremely important to me.” He looked serious as he said that or, Hux decided, about as serious as someone wearing a curtain could look.

He gestured at Ren’s attire. “I won’t have to dress like that, won’t I?”

Ren’s brocaded coat looked like it ought to belong decorating a marble floor somewhere, garnet red and covered with an intricate dark purple design of what appeared to be extremely abstract flowers. In the centre of every flower was a pearl, white and ostentatious. Ren’s eyes followed his, and he raised a mocking eyebrow.

“Well, if you truly are so insecure in your own masculinity to abhor the idea of a flower pattern as much as you seem to do…” Ren drawled. His lips were painted the same plum shade as those stupid flowers, making his skin look almost white by contrast, and Hux couldn’t stop looking at that mouth. “Then yes, sire. I’ll endeavour to keep you from any designs that would overwhelm your non-existent sense of style.”

“Ren,” Hux began. “Be honest. Have you ever met anyone, anyone at all, who actually likes you?”

Ren blinked. Then…

“You do like me,” he said, which was utter nonsense and a complete lie. He almost told Ren as much, but then decided to refrain, because it would be childish and he had better things to do with his time than argue with someone so obviously insane.

“I’m going to show you a few different styles now.” Ren gestured at the dais, as always waiting in the middle of the room, and handed him a pair of dark leggings. “Up there, please. Take your clothes off and put on these. You can keep your shoes.”

Kylo Ren, it turned out, liked robes. Hux, who did not share his enthusiasm, felt his eyes widen at quite a few of the clothing he was handed, each more bizarre than the last. There was a long coat of a deep aquamarine colour – emerald sea, Ren called it – of a light cloth that seemed made entirely of many folds, and was too tight against his chest to be considered decent; and an even longer one with a high collar tinted in iridescent hues, concentric spots from the neck down that made the fabric look as though it was liquid, rippling and shifting at his every gesture. Then there was a shorter, rigid cape with a sort of abstract geometrical design, in white and red and blue – blood red and peacock blue, according to Ren – that looked like one of those paintings his mother liked to collect.

Still, it looked good on him. They all looked good on him, to Hux’s chagrin – he would have liked nothing more than have a reason to put down Ren’s work, but the lines of his clothes were flattering and the fit was near-perfect, and he could feel Ren’s smugness grow with every passing second.

Hux’s reluctant favourite was a heavy coat in the same style as the one Ren was wearing, but black instead of red, and decorated in flashes of gold, like solar flares.

“Starkiller,” Ren said. He was grinning.

Hux had heard of his moniker, of course. He couldn’t say he minded it. “So you want me to just – embrace it?” He raised one hand to have a good look at the cuff, embroidered with a motif of yellow rays. “That could be considered a little gauche. My assistant would call it a public relations nightmare.”

“It’s not like it’s overt,” Ren pointed out. “It’s subtle. And I can tell that you like it.”

“I wasn’t aware you could do subtle,” Hux said, and Ren’s answering smile was very sharp.

“Oh, Your Highness,” he drawled. “I can do plenty of things.”

The way he said it made it sound completely dirty. Hux cleared his throat and averted his gaze, going back to inspecting his sleeves. “These are a little too rigid,” he said. “Heavy. Makes it hard to raise my arms.”

“This coming from the man whose idea of relax is, undoubtedly, to stand in parade rest,” Ren said, but he looked somewhat pleased that Hux was actually offering an opinion. “I’ll see what I can do.”

For once, they were finished with plenty of time to spare. Hux didn’t have anywhere to be, for the next hour and a half at least, and he found himself standing awkwardly in the middle the room, looking at Ren as he put every piece of clothing into their own covers, grey with a flowery red logo on the front, and hanged them one by one. Because he had nothing better to do, he told himself. He barely even noticed Ren’s fluid movements, or the broadness of his shoulders – that had nothing to do with him at all.

“Since you’re still here,” Ren said. “Would you like to have lunch?”

That caught him by surprise. He shouldn’t, Hux told himself. He really, really shouldn’t – Ren was loud, rude and irreverent, and not worth the inconvenience developing a fancy with him should bring. He should find something better to do with his time, and take his leave.

Instead, Hux found himself shrugging. “Why not?” he said. “As long as you weren’t planning on leaving the Palace. I have an appointment in the afternoon.”

“That’s not a problem.” Ren finished putting away the last of the robes – ultramarine blue and brocaded gold, with an infinity of small gilded buttons that went from mid-thigh to just above the hollow of his throat and had been hell to fasten – and turned to look at him. “We’ll find a place. As you may know, I was graciously assigned nine suites of apartments.”

“I remember that,” Hux said drily. “And a ballroom. What are you planning on doing with a ballroom, a runway show?”

“Your second smallest ballroom,” Ren pointed out, just as wryly. “I was thinking a party, actually.”

Hux blinked – a natural reaction, everyone would need a split second to recover from this new oddity – and Ren took the chance to walk to the door, holding it open in a mocking show of deference.

“Shall we?”

The wing that had been assigned to Ren was far from being the best of the Imperial Residence, but it was the newest, remodeled by the former owners just before the fall of the Empire. After the lord and the lady of the house had been exiled in those tumultuous first months of the New Republic, the palace had been made into an embassy, but naturally it had to be abandoned after the Senate seat was moved to Hosnian Prime. When Hux had taken Coruscant, a decade and a half later, he’d much appreciated having his pick of places to choose from.

Ren led him to what he’d clearly taken as his personal suite, if the overabundance of flashy décor was any indication. “Do you like it?” he asked, gesturing to the large canvas and rich curtains and the sculptures Hux was quite sure had also been flown in from Kuat on his own dime. Every room was made in a different color than he could see – the sitting room had been a light violet, and the small library a rusty red. The dining room was all gold.

“It’s a bit flashy,” Hux said.

Ren looked him up and down. “I suppose,” he began, dramatically. “That after a life spent on Star Destroyers one is bound to lose all aesthetic sense for anything that is not grey.”

Ren had a droid come in a set the table, which Hux had not been expecting. From what he’d come to learn of the man in front of him, he’d imagined Ren would be the type to have a retinue of attractive young people in matching uniforms whose only job was to hand him the right glass for whatever vintage he fancied at the moment.

“Please,” Ren said. “As if. I detest people handling my things.”

The food was brought in; some kind of thick, creamy mushroom soup and some kind of well-cooked, spicy meat. There were two sets of eating utensils and three different glasses, one for each beverage including a sweet red wine that had Hux refill his glass several times.

They mostly ate in silence, which Hux appreciated. The situation was entirely too strange as it was, and he didn’t think he could take another discussion with Ren at the moment. When they were finished, the serving droid came back with some sort of mousy berry cake, which looked and smelled almost as delicious as it was.

“Do you like it?” Ren asked, gesturing at Hux’s plate. “I’ve had to hire a chef. I hate to say it, but your people couldn’t satisfy all my dietary needs.”

Hux stared at him, eyes narrowing, wishing he could see into Ren’s head and finally figure out, once and for all, if the man was truly as prissy and spoiled as he looked or if he were just doing for the hell of it.

“That must have been tragic.”

Ren laughed low in his throat. He had a very deep laugh, and very pleasant, even more so when he wasn’t being entirely an asshole.

“You have such an esteemed opinion of me,” Ren said, which was – unsettling, to say the least. Hux usually prided himself on being hard to read, but this must have been the fourth or fifth time in the past few days he’d had Ren spelling out his own thoughts. He resolved to ignore it, and resolutely set himself to finish his dessert, acutely aware of Ren’s eyes on him the entire time. The man had finished with his own portion, and he was sitting with his back straight and hands crossed over his chest, staring intently at Hux’s face.

He could see it every time he happened to look up, Ren’s intense dark gazed fixed on him – his lips, Hux realized at one point. He pursed his mouth around his spoon, just to see what would happen, and saw Ren’s tongue slide out to lick at his own lips, large and wet and red.

He felt dizzy all of a sudden, and very warm

The wine, Hux decided. That had been strong wine.

He hastily finished and dropped his spoon into the bowl with a resounding clank that would have greatly embarrassed him otherwise, but the sound didn’t seem to shock Ren from his reverie. They remained still, Hux’s eyes locked on Ren, almost squirming under that hot stare, a flush creeping through his face.

He cleared his throat.

“Stop doing that,” he told Ren. “You’re being indecent.”

But Ren – damn him – only smiled. “Oh?” he asked. “And what is that I am doing?”

“Stop staring,” Hux enunciated slowly. “At me. Like that.” He grasped the handrests of his armchair and stood up to leave. Now he just had to walk, he told himself. It was only a few steps to the door –

“Like what?” Ren asked – he all but singsonged, that awful, awful man. Hux found his own feet were bring him around the table, walking over to Ren’s chair. The wine, he repeated to himself. That must be it. Surely he wouldn’t approach Ren otherwise, wouldn’t put himself within reach of such a terrible, obnoxious –

“Like you’re picturing me naked,” he heard his own voice say, and Ren kept looking at him just like that even as his smile turns wider and wider and he pushed his hair off his face with the kind of practiced offhandedness Hux knew well by seeing it every morning in the mirror.

“I have no idea what you’re–”

Hux kissed him.

The instant their lips touched he heard Ren groan, felt the soft burst of air over his lips and that mouth – that wet, warm, beautiful mouth – open pliantly under his own, sucking at his lips, tongue darting out to slide along the row of his teeth, demanding entrance. He pulled back to plant a close-mouthed kiss over Ren’s mouth, at the corner of his lips, over his chin and jaw.

“You’ve no idea, don’t you?” he said, words whispered against Ren’s skin, trying for teasing but only managing breathless instead.

He felt a pair of strong arms enclose him, two hands pressed on his shoulders until he gave in and found himself straddling Ren’s lap, panting. “None whatsoever,” Ren agreed, and then Hux bit at his lower lip and pulled it into his mouth and bringing their foreheads close together and he felt Ren shake under him.

“Oh,” Ren breathed out as Hux kissed a trail down the underside of his jaw, found a point just over the pulse in his neck that made him shudder. “Oh,” Ren said, and one large hand was in his hair, bringing his head back up so that Ren could – open his mouth and swallow Hux’s every sound, it seemed like; the interior of Ren’s mouth tasted sugary and sour just like that cake they’d just had, and the pressure of his teeth was divine when he sucked at Hux’s tongue, drawing him in.

Ren kept his hand in Hux’s hair as he kissed and licked at his mouth, held his head steady as he made a path down Hux’s neck, all over his throat and down to his collarbone, and he knew he should be telling Ren to stop before he left a mark, but he was too gone to care, his own hands busy trailing all over the well-defined planes and lines of Ren’s taut stomach, his chest, his back. He threw his head back and moaned as that mouth bit and sucked into his skin, breath hitching when Ren found a spot at the base of his neck that made him buck wildly in Ren’s lap, whimpering in pleasure.

“Yes,” Ren was saying. “Yes, just like that–” and his free hand moved from where it was tracing aimless patterns over Hux’s shoulder to down along his back until it was right above the swell of his ass, pressing down, urging him to grind down against Ren and so he did, feeling his hardness rut against the man’s thigh, the outline of Ren’s cock jutting against his hip.

“Isn’t this a little – ah – undignified?” he found himself saying. This felt like something schoolboys would do, not grown men – and distinguished members of society at that – but Ren’s lips were searing hot nibbling on that spot right under his hear and Hux felt him grin against his skin. He shivered.

“You’re the one who’s on a schedule,” Ren said, letting go of Hux and learning back in his chair, bringing his hands to his side and taking off the heavy, over-decorated red coat. “It’d get dirty,” he started to explain, but Hux couldn’t have cared any less, transfixed by the sight in front of him – Kylo Ren, it turned out, looked very, very nice under his stiffy robes, and Hux felt his throat go dry as he took in that well-muscled chest and bulging arms.

“Well,” he started to say, and Ren laughed, bringing his hands up to unbutton Hux’s shirt.

“Do I get the Imperial seal of approval?” Ren asked, dark eyes gleaming, and Hux felt himself redden even as he made a show of looking him up and down and thoroughly licking his lips just to hear Ren moan at the sight.

“I suppose,” he said, and suddenly he felt one of Ren’s hand slide under his ass as the man stood up to shove his trousers down to his knees and sat back down – it was too quick for Hux to really appreciate it, but he did take notice of the impressive display of strength. “You could have asked me to get off you,” he told Ren, but he just chuckled and kissed him once again, on the lips, on his neck, on that damned spot just under his collar that must certainly have turned purple by now.

“You’re a showoff, Ren,” he said, making quick work of his own slacks and easing himself out. Ren’s eyes followed him as he stated stroking himself slowly, once, twice, hissing at the sensation.

“I get that a lot,” Ren said, and then, “let me,” and he spat on his own hand and brought it down around Hux’s cock as he leaned down for a kiss. Their lips met as their hands did, wrapped around the length of him, and he shrugged, whimpering. Ren’s touch was warm and solid; he soon figured the trick of thumbing at the head as he rotated his wrist just so to drive him absolutely mad, drawing little moans he would never admit to making.

Hux bit down sharply on Ren’s lip and trailed his free hand down his chest, brushing his fingers over rock-hard muscle before reaching down to grasp firmly around Ren’s cock, red and swollen, head dripping wet. He trailed his thumb along the underside of it, experimentally, then increased the pressure as he pumped him through the circle of his fingers, pressing a pad over the slit to hear Ren’s breath catch and feel his hips jerk. He did it again, more sharply this time.

“That’s dirty,” Ren pointed out, though he didn’t sound like he particularly minded. Hux was at eye-level with the man’s neck; he bent his head forward to plant an open mouthed kiss over a tense tendon, watched the skin glisten as he pulled away, a wet mark in the shape of his lips. He dove back in, sucking further down, tongue flickering lightly over a dusky nipple as he kept working at Ren’s cock, pulling slightly and thumbing viciously at the sensitive spot he’d found just over the head. His other hand was still trapped under Ren’s larger one, clasped around his own length, and it was too much – he let his eyes close until he was plunged into darkness, and the only things that mattered were Kylo Ren’s throaty moans and the sound of his own ragged breath.

Hux finished first, spilling all over their joined hands in a long, bodily shiver. It wasn’t long after that he felt Ren’s breath turn more erratic, limbs trembling and hips thrusting, and he kissed a trail up Ren’s chest and throat until he had his mouth just under the man’s ear, lips tugging at his earlobe. “Ren,” he whispered. “I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks,” and he flickered his wrist one last time and suddenly Ren was coming, too.

When they were done, Hux allowed himself a few seconds to catch his breath – but Ren apparently didn’t need any time to revert back to his usual, pesky self.

“That was obvious,” Ren said, smug as always. “You weren’t exactly subtle about it.”

Hux leaned back so he could look him in the eyes, feeling vaguely disappointed. He’d been – comfortable, with his head resting in the crook of Ren’s neck. “Oh, please,” he said, putting the barest minimum of effort into something resembling a glare. “Like it was only me. You told me to bend over, Ren.”

“Don’t feel special. I tell the same to all my clients.”

He almost frowned at that – what exactly had Ren meant? – but he was distracted when he felt Ren shift and something soft and dry against his hand, and he looked down to see that he’d been handed him a handkerchief. He should’ve expected that, Hux admitted to himself. The kerchief was dark red with a silver pattern printed on it, and looked altogether too expensive to end up soaked in come, but he wasn’t surprised by that, either.

He caught Ren smiling, which left him frustrated. Again. Was he really this easy to read? Hux took in a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He really, really wanted to bring one hand up to fix his hair – but that’d probably be extremely unhygienic, handkerchief or not. And he wasn’t looking forward to having to get off Ren, either; the man was surprisingly warm.

Ren snorted. That was all the incentive Hux needed; he got up and fastened his trousers, then his shirt, and went back around the table to recover his still half-full glass of water, resolving to leave that wine be for the time being. He noticed with some amusement that Ren’s heavy coat had somehow ended up there, laying perfectly folded on an immaculate spot of tablecloth, and he wondered how Ren had even had the time to fold his clothes while they’d been –

His gaze landed back on Ren – still sprawled obscenely on his own chair, hair mussed and face reddened , legs spread and his spent cock jutting out, looking larger than any man ought to be when soft. That bare chest was just as impressive when seen from a relative distance, and a multitude of purple bruises all over his throat and chest. I did that, Hux thought, and he swallowed.

Ren’s eyes were fixed on him, just as intense as always, that perpetual half-smile tugging at his lips. He watched him scurry in and out the dining room, washing his hands and retrieving his jacket and trying to do something about his hair. After he was done he looked at Ren and cleared his throat, trying to decide what to say, but the man beat him to it.

“I’ll see you in five days,” Ren said – no longer quite as sweaty or flushed but still every bit as pornographic. “Sire,” he drawled. His smile was very wide, and very dirty. “It’s been an absolute pleasure.”

“Likewise,” was all Hux managed to say; and then he all but fled.

Snoke grasps Ren's hair, pulls his head back and slaps him across the face hard enough to send him sprawling to the floor, and this time he doesn't get up again. Ren's still crying, almost soundlessly now, sharp intakes of breath and wounded-animal groans interspersed with coughing and gagging as he spits up the last of Snoke's come. He continues to retch for a while without bringing anything up, and Hux finds himself unable to look away, both revolted and fascinated by the spectacle Ren's become. Violated, disgraced, unable to so much as crawl on all fours to escape his tormentor, who- Hux realizes-- appears to have excused himself already. Without much ado, Snoke has disappeared, leaving Hux utterly alone with a half-conscious and brutalized Kylo Ren who's still trying without much success to empty the contents of his stomach.

“Stop,” Hux says. He crouches beside Ren, places a cautious hand on his shoulder. “You're going to tear your guts out doing that.”

“Don't touch me.” Ren bares his teeth at Hux, briefly, before a fresh paroxysm of nausea rips through him and he gags spectacularly, still nothing coming out but a thin string of dribble that could be Hux's come or Snoke's or just Ren's own bloodied saliva.

“You very obviously need medical attention.”

“It's only pain. It's meant to strengthen me.” Ren tries and fails to raise himself up onto his knees, and whatever soft parts of Hux's heart can't stand to see any sapient being reduced to such wretchedness twinge uncomfortably. Hux slides his fingertips between the smooth hard edge of the curbing collar and Ren's skin, probing along its circumference for some kind of latch or clasp.

“I'm going to take the collar off.” Hux's fingers find the catch, fumble with it until something snaps and the collar comes away in his hands. Ren gives no indication that he recognizes Hux as his deliverer; only shows his teeth again, snaps desultorily at Hux's hands when they settle on his neck.

“Go away.”

“You're hurt.”

“Supreme Leader won't let me...”

“Do you think he won't let you die, Ren? Do you recall what he's done to you? A creature like Snoke should never have been allowed such power over something as beautiful and useful as your body.” Hux gets an arm under Ren and starts pulling him upright, and Ren doesn't resist, but neither is he particularly helpful.

“He wants me to endure this pain. To be shaped by it. Remade. Each time he corrects me, I grow stronger.”

“Can you walk? Stand, now, come on, I need you to...” Ren lurches to his feet, leaning heavily on Hux's shoulder. He's no longer bleeding; his body, Hux supposes, having instinctively begun to heal itself as soon as the Force was allowed to flood back into it. “You need help, Ren. And a great deal of rest.”

Naked and thoroughly chastened, Ren clings to Hux as they make their way through the mercifully empty corridors of the ship. He clings mindlessly, like a child, like he no longer knows who or what Hux is besides a warm upright human body in close enough proximity to comfort him. Hux feels strangely powerful now, more powerful than he'd felt forcing his cock down Ren's throat. He props Ren up as long as he has to, leaves him in medbay passed-out facedown in a vast white bed with droids swarming and chirping around him. Hux returns to his own quarters and showers as if he's performing a purification ritual, aware of every inch of his skin as if it's a soiled garment that he can't take off. He feels the strangest slightest vibration in his bones, what must be the aftershock of Snoke's power entering him. Beyond that he doesn't feel Snoke, or Ren, at all.

Op here is in love with you!!

BLESS THIS IM SO HAPPY

OMGGGG so wrong but so well done! As a fellow Kylo ruiner and supplier of Snoke/Kylo, I salute you! *fistbump*

Hope to see part 2 soon!

I've got everything but the actual egg laying part written and it's pretty massive (I think I'm up to 6k in words for it).

Post it. POST IT. Even if it's only part 2 out of now 3. Please! I loved this so much. :D

OP: ohhh the plot thickens even more!

I love you

Hey! Thanks for the feedback. I'm almost finished re-writing the first chapter of this story. I'll be posting it on AO3 within the week. I like where it's going now and I'm moving on to chapter 2, and it's certainly going to be plotty. What have I gotten myself in to? I hope you like the direction I decided to go in!

Oh yes plss..can't wait for more!

It seemed everyone was eager to have any sort of update, who I'll post this in three parts. Here's part two for you all.

This may wander a bit from the original prompt but I never wanted this to be a torture/angst fic so to keep that from happening I've included lots of fluff.

Non-con mentions possible
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Poe wakes feeling sore and feeling as though he’s been stuffed full of food. He also wakes feeling warm and incredibly comfortable; it takes a great effort to want to move. Unfortunately as much as he wants to just lay there in bed, someone is pounding at the door to his room and doesn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon.

Groaning he rolls over and with shaking legs makes his way over to the door. He’s relieved to see that he doesn’t have to get dressed; he doesn’t want to embarrass himself to whoever is pounding so insistently on his door. Briefly he wonders just what time of the day it is.

That thought stops him short as his waking brain processes it. Not only is he dressed in his sleep clothes but he is back in the room that he had been given during his stay on Flauros and he isn’t sure how he got here.

There would be time to think about that later though because suddenly General Organa’s voice is calling for him through the door, her knocks becoming more of a pounding making the door shake on its hinges. “Commander Dameron if you don’t open this door right away I will break it down.”

Knowing that she’ll do just that, Poe hurries to open the door. “Is there something wrong General Organa?” He has to move aside as General Organa pushes inside the room and slams the door shut behind her.

“What did you do?” She asks him harshly, glaring up at him even as she gives him the once over, looking for some proof that he has done something. Even though she’s shorter than Poe, he feels so small under her gaze. Her gaze stops on his slightly distended stomach and she pales, knowing without an explanation just what it was that has happened. “Oh Poe. . .” The anger seems to flood out of her suddenly. “What did you do?” She asks again, gentler this time.

Poe pulls himself up straight. Unable to look his general in the eye he looks at a point over her shoulder. “I did what I needed to do in order to ensure that we received what we came here for. Failure wasn’t an option, not if we want the Resistance to survive. We lost as much as we gained when we destroyed Starkiller Base.”

General Organa looks so sorrowful and small as she shakes her head, taking Poe’s hand. “Oh Poe, you’re too much like you’re mother; too willing to give everything you have and are for the cause. By the Force but I wish you hadn’t been, I never wanted for you to do this for me or for the Resistance especially not after what he did.” The General never refers to Kylo Ren by either his chosen name or his birth name, the only time she had was when talking to him directly on the Finalizer a few days ago.

“I know you didn’t, I made the choice myself.” Poe feels nervous as he looks down at General Organa, or rather at where she’s holding his hand. “I know I should have asked you, g-gestation is three weeks and that’s along time to have me out of commission.” Hopefully she doesn’t hear the tremble in his voice as he speaks; if he’s angry or hates him for this. . . Poe isn’t sure that he will be able to endure.

“Poe. . .sweetie. . .” Poe’s surprised as she pulls him into a tight hug using his hand to pull him down. “That’s not an issue, I didn’t want this for you because I don’t want you to think that you have to give up everything for the Resistance, especially not when we already ask so much of you to begin with.” She’s so small against him, and Poe can’t help but wrap his arms around her shoulders wanting to keep her safe and make her pain go away, especially when he’s the cause of it.

“Gen. . . Aunty Leia,” Poe uses the name he used to call her by as a child. “I wanted to do this for you and the Resistance, nothing you did could ever have forced me to make this decision.” This is the truth Poe thinks, when Ren first put the suggestion in his head that she was going to offer him up as a host he had been afraid. All that was Ren, because Poe knows that she would never ask something like that of him. He’s given it freely to her because he wanted to and because there is no one in the world who deserves a gift such as this. “Please don’t be mad, especially not at yourself.”

Leia says nothing just holds him until its Poe can’t keep his smart mouth shut anymore. “Just think about it, my father’s always going on about someday wanting grandkids, this way he gets them, even though they’ll be xenos.” He gets a swat for his comment as Leia pulls back with an annoyed grunt. She doesn’t wipe the tears from he cheeks, she’s not afraid of showing her pain to him when it’s just the two of them.

“Trust you to find something humorous in any situation.” Is what she says instead, “It’s too late to ask if you’re sure about this, I trust your judgement as I always have.” She pauses thoughtful. “I’ll have to extend my trip a few days, while I’m a fair pilot the shuttle we came in requires a two person crew, I’ll have to have someone come and retrieve both myself and the shuttle. Would you like me to have someone sent to be with you through this?”

Poe appreciates the offer but he knows that he doesn’t want that; it’s not because he’s ashamed, but there’s something in him telling him he needs to do this himself. “That’s alright, I have a feeling I’ll be well cared for here and I don’t want to inconvenience anyone. It might be easier to tell them I’m here overseeing the alliance.”

He can feel Leia scrutinizing him trying to read his intentions, not with the Force thankfully. “If that’s how you feel it can easily be arranged. But just know that if you change your mind I can have someone here in a matter of days.”

“Thank you Aunty Leia.” The old name brings such a smile to her face and Poe wishes he has more chances to use it.

Now that things have calmed down, they settle on the bed to talk about they’re plan going forward. A knock at the door interrupts their discussion, when Poe opens the door it’s to the sight of Zadan standing there with a small tray holding a glass of water and a covered bowl.

“Commander Dameron.” He says kindly, nodding in greeting to Leia as well. “General Organa.” His attention returns to Poe as he enters the room and sets the tray down. “I have brought you a meal.” As he speaks he uncovers a bowl of what looks like porridge sprinkled with fruit. “It is nutritious and not heavy, for the next three weeks it is advisable for you to eat light meals only to not put too much pressure on your body, alcohol is also inadvisable. The Emperors are ensuring that special meals are prepared for you, I can assure you that you will want for nothing during the incubation period.”

The smell of the porridge has Poe’s stomach rumbling and he takes it gratefully, topping just shy of the first bite to glance over at Leia. “Go ahead Poe; I’ve already eaten this morning with the Oolfan and Vveeda. That’s how I found out about our new alliance with the Flaurions.” Poe noticed that Leia used the Emperors’ names and not titles, which made sense since she was technically royalty in her own right.

Well that makes sense, Poe thinks as he turns his attention to eating, the porridge is fruity with just the slightest bit of spice and it’s really delicious.

As Poe eats Zadan continues speaking. “The Emperors would like for you to have a visit with the royal physician to ensure that the eggs have taken to the fertilization and that your body will be compatible with them.” At Poe’s look of statement Zadan holds his hands up as a sign of peace. “There are times when the incubation parent cannot successfully carry the eggs, some react badly physically, mentally or emotionally; in such cases the eggs are purged. It is a sorrowful thing, but having the incubation parent in any sort of pain because of the incubation is not acceptable.”

While Zadan may not know it, his words are comforting to Poe. The subject of what would happen if he couldn’t go through with the incubation weighs heavily on Poe’s mind; would they have forced Poe to go through the entire incubation process? At the same time he’s worried about what would become of the alliance if anything happened to the eggs within him.

Zadan seems to catch on to his thought process and is quick to speak on the topic. “Even if the incubation is not successful the Emperors will hold true to the alliance with the Resistance, it is the act of accepting to host the eggs that had them agreeing to the terms of the alliance and not the successful birth of the children.”

“We appreciate that,” Leia tells Zadan, “The survival of the Resistance may very well rely on this alliance.” The words aren’t new; she’s been telling the Emperor’s that the entire time that she was in negotiations with them.

Zadan nods in understanding. “This is partially why the Emperors have worded this into the agreement. They understand the needs of the Resistance.” His attention turns back to Poe, who is now finished eating. “I feel I should offer you some assurances so as to assuage some concerns you may have. There are some who feel that being an incubation parent is an impersonal experience that you are no more than a carrier for the egg but this is not true. Commander Dameron, you are in essence a third parent to the children that will emerge from the eggs growing within you. The eggs not only rely on you to grow but and are dependent on your wellbeing but they also draw upon your strength of mind and spirit. When they are born the little ones are marked by their incubation parent, part of their personalities and emotional state drawn from them. You will be as much a part of them as either Emperor Oolfan or Vveeda. These will be your children. This is why Flaurions use the term incubation parent rather than host or incubator, it is to remind you that you know your importance.”

Poe has to think about that for a moment, Zadan was right in saying that Poe was thinking of himself as only a carrier, nothing more than a pot holding a seed to let the plant grow. This new information is. . . he isn’t too sure how to feel about it. In some ways he’s awed and honoured but it’s also scary at the same time.

Sitting on his other side, Leia let’s out a bit of an undignified snort. “I guess you were right about giving your father grandchildren Poe.”

The comment has Poe chuckling, covering his face with his hands to both muffle the laughter and give him a much needed to compose himself and gather his thoughts about this new development. “I’ll have to ask the Emperors if they can send holos of the little ones as they grow up then.”

It’s meant as a joke but Zadan doesn’t take it that way. “I am sure they would be most amendable to that. You are now officially a part of the royal family of Flauros, should you ever have children of your own they too will be welcomed by Flaurions as such as well. It is the greatest honour that can be bestowed upon someone who is not a Flaurion.”

Oh and that’s too much. In a matter of days Poe has gone from being kidnapped, coerced and raped to feeling like he’s sacrificing something great for the Resistance. Now he’s learning that being impregnated by eggs is going to make him a father and become part of a new family. Whatever fear Ben had tried to instil in him quickly dissipates in the face of this being more than just a means to an end to gain what the Resistance needs.

It takes Poe a moment to get his emotions under control, to fight back the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. Leia’s arm around his shoulders helps, and when he’s sure he can speak without his voice breaking, he looks up at Zadan with a smile. “Thank you for telling me all this, it. . .I really appreciate it.” Zadan nods and returns his smile and Poe wonders, briefly, if maybe the Twi’lek knows all this from more than just observation and research. It seems rude to ask so instead Poe focuses on something else. “When would the Emperors like me to visit the royal physician?”

“They would prefer it to be in the next few days, but they understand that you may not feel well enough at this time.” Zadan tells him, reaching out to pat Poe’s hand. “While the royal physician has tools that can be brought with them, it is easier to conduct the necessary tests in the medical center the have in the palace.”

Poe knows that he won’t be able to walk very far with how he’s feeling and he appreciates that the emperors are aware of that. “Is there a hover chair available? I can’t say I’m up for getting around much today, but maybe in a day or two I could go down an see him?”

Zadan smiles understandingly at him and nods, squeezing Poe’s hand. “I will ensure that one is delivered to you during the day and I will organize an appointment for you.” He offers a bow of his head to Leia before he goes, leaving Poe and Leia alone together in the room once again.

“I’m proud of you Poe, this wasn’t what I wanted for you on this trip but I won’t undermine your decision.” Leia says pulling Poe into her arms again. “Promise you’ll send messages about your health, I want to know that you’re being taken care of and well.”

Poe curls against Leia’s side, closing her eyes as she begins to pet his hair. “I promise Aunty Leia.’

They spend the day together, mostly just cuddling and talking, they ask for all their meals to be brought to the room and to not be disturbed. The hover chair is delivered around late afternoon but Poe is in no hurry to use it at this time. He’s content to lie in bed for the entire day.

Being like this reminds Poe of his mother and makes him wonder if she’s looking down on him from where ever it is that people go when they pass on.

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Two days later Zadan comes to the room to help Poe to the physician’s rooms with Leia coming as well them. Poe’s had some time to get used to the new fullness in his body, it still feels a little disconcerting and he’s still having some issues with being on his feet for too long. Zadan assures him that this is normal and will go away after the first week, even with the eggs increasing in size day by day.

Poe finds the tests to be a bit invasive but the physician is kind as he tells Poe what sorts of tests he will be running, with Zadan translating for him, before he conducts any of them. He explains to Poe that with the tests they can tell if the eggs have been successfully fertilized and incubated within his body. It will also allow the Ghaalf, the physician to ensure that the eggs will not have any ill effects on Poe’s health.

Poe’s a little surprised that neither of the emperors is here but realizes that they likely have lots of things to do. Zadan is likely here in their stead and will tell them the results himself once he has seen Poe and Leia back to Poe’s new rooms, which are situated in the same wing as the emperors’ rooms.

The tests don’t take long; a check of his stomach, the usual body scans, heart and blood pressure monitoring ending with urine and blood tests. Afterward Poe is allowed to dress and wait in the small sitting room that makes up Ghaalf’s office while he finishes the tests and checks the results.

It isn’t a long wait and judging by the smile, as much as can be on a Flaurion, on the xeno’s face the results are favourable. Poe is given a list of exercises that he can perform to keep his body stretched and to guard against discomfort as well as a bottle of vitamins for himself and a second to take that will be beneficial to the growing eggs.

“Prenatal vitamins, one of the many cross cultural items out there.” Leia says in amusement as she looks over the bottles. “I hope yours taste better than mine did. I had great doctors but those pills tasted like ashes and bad decisions.”

Poe can’t help but laugh at Leia’s comment. “I can only hope they don’t or else I’m going to have to reconsider this entire thing.”

Zadan claps his hands in delight, not seeming bothered by Poe and Leia’s conversation. Or maybe it’s just that he’s learned their brand of humour after spending so much time with them for the better part of a week now. “I will go and inform the emperors’ at once. There will be a great feast tonight to celebrate this joyous occasion.” Clearly exited he bustles out of the room without delay, leaving Poe and Leia to manage to get back to Poe’s room. It’s a good thing they have a good sense of direction and can find their way back with little difficulty.

That night the emperors throw a celebration that blows the previous all the parties they’d thrown for Leia and Poe as political guests out of the water. It seems like the entire planet has been invited and there are all sorts of foods and drinks, most of which Poe isn’t allowed, as well as various entertainers and fireworks are the end of the night. It’s all very lovely.

Poe finds himself seated between the emperors at dinner with Leia to the right of Emperor Vveeda and Zadan to the left of Emperor Oolfan. Conversation is somewhat difficult like this but the emperors seem more interested in cooing over Poe and their little ones growing within him than conversation. They don’t actually touch Poe without his permission which he appreciates.

After dinner they move to the throne room where Poe is once against seated between the emperors as the citizens present gifts to all three of them. Some of the gifts are religious or good fortune items while others are practical items such as medication or food for Poe over the next three weeks.

Poe’s favourite gift is from one of the captain’s of the Flaurion fleet, it’s a set of game pieces for one of the more popular games that the Flaurions play. The pieces are all shaped like fighter ships and are obviously handcrafted. One of the figures is an X-Wing painted like Black One and Poe can’t help but run his fingers over it feeling a pang of home sickness for his ship and for BB-8.

He asks Zadan how to say thank you in Flaurion and attempts to replicate the sounds of the words. The captain is obviously touched at the gesture and presses a kiss to Poe’s hand before bowing and returning to stand with the others.

The gift giving ceremony lasts most of the night ending with the fireworks which Poe watches with wide eyes. He’s seen fireworks before but the Flaurions have made the show into an art. It’s not until the last flash of colors fades away that Poe suddenly feels the exhaustion of the day catch up to him. Leia has already retired for the night.

Tomorrow the pilot sent from the Resistance will arrive to pick up Leia; Poe is worried about who has been sent for the job. In all honesty he’s not sure if he could handle any of his close friends seeing him like this; it’s only been three days since the incubation and Poe’s stomach already stretches visibly over the waist band of his trousers. Soon he’s going to have to find new clothes to wear because he won’t be able to fit into what he brought. He’s pretty sure that those will be provided for him if he asks.

Poe suddenly feels horribly alone but when he looks over to where many of the Flaurions are still milling about, some even watching him with a look that could be described as fond, he doesn’t feel so lonely anymore. Fighting back a yawn he turns the hover chair around and head back to the new rooms he has been given a few doors down from the emperor’s own chambers.

It’s taken him a bit of adjustment to find a comfortable way to sleep, but he finds that he sleeps better here than he has in a long time. As soon as he’s gotten settled his eyes slip closed and he’s out.

Morning comes too soon and with it Nien Nunb and the ship that will be taking Leia back to the Resistance. Poe appreciates the choice in Nien Nunb, he’s xenos and less likely to react badly to Poe’s condition. Instead he offers Poe well wishes and tells him that everyone is ager to have him back as soon as possible. Poe thanks him and then goes over to Leia while Nien sees to the preparations for their departure.

“Leia. . .” Poe isn’t ashamed to admit there are tears in his eyes even though he feels silly for crying. He’s been gone on missions that have kept him away longer than the three weeks that he will be here on Flauros, but it still feels like a goodbye.

Leia smiled at him and cups his cheek. “Don’t cry flyboy, you can call us any time and before you know it you’ll be back with us.”

Sniffling Poe nods, but he doesn’t shun her embrace when she opens up her arms and pulls him close. “I’ll miss you Aunty Leia.” He whispers into her ears.

“I’ll miss you to Poe, you take care of yourself, don’t do anything strenuous or stupid. Think of this as a much needed vacation.”

Poe nods and is the first to pull away. “Take care of Finn for me, I can tell him what’s going on but I don’t want him to feel alone.” A thought strikes him, “And don’t let Snap and the others corrupt him too much.”

Chuckling Leia presses a kiss to his right cheek. “I’ll watch over your stray and your unruly pilots.”

There’s nothing more to say and all too soon the ship is taking off. Poe stands on the air field until long after he has lost sight of the ship. He doesn’t even realize how long he stands there until Zadan touches his arm to catch his attention.

“Commander, the emperors wish to see you in private if you are not too tired.” Zadan informs him not unkindly. “They know that this has been difficult for you and wish to offer you some comfort

Poe is pretty proud of himself for not crying out in surprise at the action. “Is it going to take long?” He doesn’t mean to be rude but he doesn’t really want to be around anyone right now, he’s feeling unimaginably homesick.

“I do not believe it should take more than an hour.” Zadan assures him, reaching over to push the hover chair. “There is a ritual that they wish for you to partake in that will help in soothing your spirit. If you are not feeling well enough tonight they would not judge you for refusing.”

Pushing back his mangled emotions for the time being, Poe rubs at his eyes of any residual tears even as he shakes his head. “No, we can do it now; I don’t want to have to make them wait. Do you know what this ritual is?”

“I do,” Zadan speaks as he pushes Poe through the hallways of the palace. “The ritual the Emperors wish to perform with you is a symbolic one in the culture here. It involves them bathing you to impart the blessings of Flauros on to you. It is a private ritual so I cannot be present during it. However I will remain through any explanations or exchanges that may be needed.”

A bathing ritual that doesn’t sound too terrible Poe supposes. He doesn’t know anything about the religious practices of Flaurions but water being part of their rituals makes sense. “What does the ritual involve exactly? It can’t be as simple as getting a bath with the help of the emperors.”

Zadan is thoughtfully silent for a moment. “It is an intimate ritual that every pair of Flaurion parents goes about it differently. There will be bathing and you will be rubbed with oils but which I cannot say. I am certain that you will enjoy it though. The ritual is not sexual in nature but some find it to be arousing, I can assure you the Emperors will only touch you in ways that you consent to.” He adds with incredible seriousness. “They do not with to hurt or scare you.”

“I remember when I was an incubation parent, my own spiritual bath as an enlightening experience it is one of the reasons that I have remained here as a translator is because I felt such a deep connection with my egg partners afterwards that I could not stand the though of leaving. I’ve born them three more clutches since the first time many, many years ago.” It’s impossible to tell Zadan’s age from his looks but Poe guesses that he may be older than Poe is.

Poe blinks processing Zadan’s words. “So are you in a relationship with your ah. . . egg partners?”

“Yes. What started off as merely a partnership for the success of bringing life to more young ones has evolved into love. Flaurions mate for life and while I cannot experience that aspect of their bond, I know that Jertta and Pllaon love me as much as they do each other.”

The amount of affection and love that Poe hears in Zadan’s voice as he speaks brings a smile to Poe’s face. “They’re very lucky to have you.”

They arrive at the door to the Emperor’s room as Zadan replies. “And I am lucky to have them.” Reaching over Poe’s shoulder he knocks at the door and informs the Emperors that he has brought Poe as they asked. “I know you will enjoy this.” He assures Poe before the doors open and they are admitted into the room.

“Your majesties I have brought Commander Dameron as requested.” Zadan says as he pushes Poe in to the room. “He has been briefed on the ritual and is willing to partake in it with you both.”

“It’s probably easier if you all just call me Poe, saves time.” Poe interjects with a nervous grin, wondering if that’s not too presumptuous of him to say.

The two emperors share a look before Emperor Vveeda says something to Zadan. “The Emperors wish for you to call them by their given names as well, it would not do to treat their egg partner as lesser by having you refer to them by their title.”

Poe smiles at both the emperors. “I will try and remember that Oolfan, Vveeda.” They’re obviously pleased at the use of their names judging by their expressions.

They both approach Poe, each offering a hand for him to take, which he does with only the slightest amount of nervousness. Poe watches as they link hands and suddenly he feels a part of something more, something that reminds him of the feeling of lying in the branches of the Force Tree behind his parents house. It’s comforting and relaxing at the same time, like being enveloped in a loving embrace.

The feeling fades but doesn’t disappear completely as Vveeda releases both Oolfan and Poe’s hands to turn and address Zadan.

Nodding Zadan relays the message to Poe. “Emperor Vveeda wishes to confirm that you still wish to partake in this ritual, it is not essential to the health of the children but for the Flaurions it is a sacred event meant to bring you closer to the emperors in spirit.”

That should be scarier than it is, but Poe has grown up knowing about the Force and belonging to something greater than himself it plays a large role in why he joined the Resistance. He doesn’t hesitate to nod and reach his hand back out to Vveeda. “I’m sure.”

“Then I shall leave you. Please remember that the emperors will stop if you find you do not wish to continue.” When Poe nods to assure everyone that he understands the importance of this, Zadan bows and leaves the room. “I wish you a pleasant night.”

It’s just Oolfan, Vveeda and Poe in the room now and Poe doesn’t hesitate as the two Flaurions lead him through their spacious room into an adjoining chamber which contains the biggest bathtub Poe has ever seen. It’s practically the size of a swimming pool and possibly bigger than Poe’s quarters back at the Resistance base.

There’s also a scent in the air that Poe recognizes from the night that he was incubated, or was it technically impregnated? The smell of the incense has Poe relaxing instantly; it’s so pleasant to him and brings to mind feelings of relaxation and memories of pleasure.

Oolfan reaches up to touch his face gently so that Poe is looking at him. When he has Poe’s attention, he touches Poe’s clothing, pulling on it as though asking permission. Poe nods and released Vveeda’s hand so that the shirt can be removed. He feels a bit like a precious object as the two Flaurions carefully remove his clothes, touching and petting him as they do.

By the time he’s been striped naked he’s feeling more relaxed than he has in weeks and he hasn’t even entered the bath yet.

Taking his hands once again Oolfan and Vveeda guide him into the large tub, each having stripped out of their own robes while undressing him. When he’s fully emerged in the water Poe shivers in pleasure as the heat seeps through his body quickly easing away his aches and pains.

Vveeda slides in behind Poe and slowly begins to scoop water up and allow it to run over Poe’s head. While Vveeda takes care of his hair Oolfan settles before Poe to begin trailing water along his chest and arms. It feels nice.

Poe is aware of Oolfan and Vveeda speaking to each other in soft tones but he can’t understand any of it. He finds that doesn’t bother him too much, he’s feeling so relaxed and good as they continue to drizzle him with water. He can still feel the bond from earlier tying them together and he realizes that he can sense the two Flaurions intensions.

Without needing to be told he tips his head back so that Vveeda can rub a sweet smelling shampoo into his hair, it makes him think of the forests of Yavin IV and makes him home sick. The touch against his scalp feels lovely though and the pleasure of it has Poe making content noises at the back of his throat.

Oolfan beginning to rub his body down with a similar smelling soap makes him feel eve better. Soon he’s just a puddle of Poe under their gentle touches. It doesn’t even bother him when he realizes that the touches have made him arouse, there’s no shame in it. Poe can feel that the reaction actually pleases Oolfan and Vveeda, the very nature of this ritual is to make him feel good after all; body, mind and soul.

Poe feels so incredibly at peace in this moment.

Once they’ve finished with the bathing ritual, Oolfan and Vveeda help him out of the water but not before they both wrap a hand around his erection until he’s coming with a quite whine. They then bundle him out in fluffy towels and whisk him off to their bed where they proceed to rub him down with warming oils.

That night Poe drifts off to sleep nestled between his egg partners, their arms wrapped around him and each with a hand settled on his stomach.

He’s never felt like he’s belonged so completely to something except for when he joined the Resistance.

This is so good. I'm excited that there are more chapters now! <3

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6856006

It took me like a day to write that stupid bad poetry, damnit.

That was hilarious, oh my GOD! My everything hurts from laughing so hard. I loved the tension and contempt between Leia & Hux, hell yes to Generals throwing down -- even as tablets need rebooting, and a drugged idiot crashes negotiations with his EXCELLENT bad poetry, and Ackbar keeps pushing for an air strike ("It's a ploy!" L M A O), and NO ONE KNOWING WHAT A KITE IS.

Kylo yelling at his mother while petty officers fly through the air around him, caught in his force tantrum, is an AMAZING image. A+++ fill!

Are there even kites in the Star Wars universe? I know mynocks technically are kite-like when it comes to the vacuum of space, but still. Hux totally wouldn't know wtf those are, Arkanis has a policy against whimsical fun.

Thank you for reading, and I'm v glad it made you laugh <3

I'm happy that Poe was happy after all he's been through.
It's good to see that he's so pampered and loved by the Emperors and the Flaurions now! He deserves it :)
It will be exciting to see how the babies will turn out to be with Poe's influence on them. I don't mind to read a lot more on how Poe's handling his pregnancy throughout the 3 weeks.
Poe will probably return to Resistance after the birth, but I hope he will often going back to Oolfan and Vveda (and the babies) too, if not following Zadan's footstep to stay.
The bathing ritual is intimately hot!

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