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Fill's above! I didn't change the subject line because I am The Worst.

Gosh, this is so lovely. I'm so glad to see this updated again <3

SCREAMING-LAUGHING OMG

For some reason I think “Baby, why’d you stop? My cock’s not sated yet.” is the most terrible line out of all the amazingly terrible lines he says, because it's a genuine inquiry made embarrassingly trashy by his porn-ruined brain.

So Junkrat bungles his prosthetics out on a mission, happily Symmetra is there to provide temporary hard light prosthetics. Junkrat l o v e s them, he can feel stuff with his right hand now!! His knee doesnt catch and lock up!! He feels like a whole, new man (har har).

When the team gets back to base he takes one look at his old prosthetics and bins them, the turns around and begs Symmetra to collab with him on a new arm amd leg.

+ bonding and fluff
+ Symmetra's arm is a prosthetic, she knows the struggle
+ the prosthetic is orange and a little ugly and it suprises Junkrat cause he though it was gonna be some elegant blue Vishkar thing and he's just so happy he might kiss Symmetra

MODS PLZ DELETE IVE CROSSED MY KINKMEME POSTS IM SO SORRY

And that's how you write smut. Kudos to you. XD

And just like that I'm hooked. XD

Heartbreaking.

"you guys are cousins why the FUCK are your pants off" (Finn to Kylo and Rey, depending on your headcanon :p )

The fires of the sulfuric moon, Ousinjee, crackled and blazed. Above their acidic wastes, Rey focused with another burning passion, every bit as intense. Since learning that Luke Skywalker was her birth father, she had studied much of the ways of the Force under him. And as she had opened herself to the path of the light, the spirits of those who had used the Force before her had explained much of galactic history to her, so that she was better prepared to understand the significance of previous encounters. At last, the time had come to fulfill her destiny.

It was then that Finn walked in, looking around. "Um," he said. "Someone want to explain this?"

"Darth Vader fought on Mustafar, clad in robes as suits a proper dignified Sith lord!" yelled Kylo Ren, from behind the confines of a bulky mask. "In oppressive climes, a true master of the Force never goes into a duel confined by needless sartorial baggage!"

"He's been refusing to face me until we were 'properly suited for the occasion,'" Rey sighed. "I didn't think his stall tactices could get any worse."

"I am no coward! Now that you have reclaimed your true heritage, surely you will not be afraid to face me like an equal!"

"...let me know if you need any help," Finn sighed.

"Chewbacca's already on it," Rey nodded, "but thank you!"

"Any time."

"Do you think you will hide from me forever by using your ancient desert garb as a trap? Come on now," said Kylo, offhandedly taking his lightsaber to an overhang.

"Hiding? I've been ready all day, you're just destroying your own stockade there," Rey mentioned. "If anything, it would have given me an advantage, but if you insist--"

"My training with Supreme Leader Snoke has given me the resilience necessary to overcome even this particular inexperience," Kylo vowed.

"Could be worse," Rey mouthed as Finn rolled his eyes, "it isn't Jakku, is it?"

Thank you Mariana's Trench for a title and possibly theme music. I have a feeling this will be at least 5 chapters, but knowing me it could be more. Enjoy! It'll be at least another 2 chapters before we hit the meat of the prompt though

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Miyarn Two is just one of many stops that Leia has been making on her unofficial tour to plants within the New Republic. The purpose of the tour is to gather as many allies as possible under the banner of the Resistance, in the name of the New Republic, while also requesting assistance. It’s an unsanctioned tour; what’s left of the New Republic is too busy picking up the pieces of left over from the destruction of the Hosnian system to really pay much attention to what the Resistance is up to.

This is exactly why Leia has chosen to start this tour. The Resistance needs allies and it needs money, supplies, and pretty much everything under the sun. The First Order is lying low, licking its wounds after the destruction of Starkiller Base but Leia knows that it will only be so long before they come back with a vengeance.

So far the negotiations on Miyarn Two are going well. The planet is exceptionally advanced in technology, and King Arshan Principus III is more than eager to give some of that technology as well as a sizeable donation to the Resistance. He asks nothing in return, much to the shock of Leia and the group that came with her, which consists of; C-3PO, Finn, Poe and BB-8, and Major Ematt.

While Leia, 3PO, Ematt are present for diplomatic reasons. Finn has been brought along to learn diplomacy and act as a guard, and Poe is just the pilot.

“And possibly for eye candy as well.” Iolo had joked when Poe had informed the fighter pilot captains about his upcoming mission. Poe had given him a rude gesture in reply and continued on with mission assignments and leadership duties. For the duration of the tour, Snap would be acting as Commander of the Resistance fighter pilots, with Iolo and Karé taking on an extra squad each under their command.

Still there may be some grain of truth to Iolo’s words, Poe ponders as he watched King Arshan glance at him out of the corner of his eye for the twentieth time since the morning’s meeting had begun. It’s pretty flattering to have caught a king’s eye and the man isn’t bad looking, although he’s a little older than Poe’s usual dating pool. Not that Poe’s looking for anything right now, not with the way he’s hopelessly in love with Finn.

In truth Poe wouldn’t have even noticed the King’s gaze if it weren’t for the fact that Finn is sitting near to the man and Poe keeps staring longingly at him. He only hopes that he doesn’t look like a love sick fool in front of the gathered monarch and his officials.

“I think we have an agreement then my lords.” Leia says suddenly, smiling in satisfaction. She’s wearing a sensible but eye catching blue-green shirt and flowing deep green skirt for the meeting and a crown of the people of Alderaan. As much as she would have preferred to dress as a general of the Resistance, the ruling power of Miyarn Two is a monarchy and royalty holds more weight.

Poe happens to know how painful it is for Leia to have to done the mantel of Alderaan, the princess of a destroyed planet, and he feels for her. As soon this tour is done he’s going to bring out the good whisky and invite her to get ridiculously drunk with him to both celebrate and curse the tour.

King Arshan nods sagely in agreement. “Our planet is pleased to be able to do what we can to support the Resistance, we know how important your role is and we would not be able to claim to be doing everything we can for the good of the Republic if we did not do everything within out power to support those who are trying to keep the Galaxy safe.”

Arshan holds out his hands to Leia, pulling her close to press a kiss to each of her cheeks, as is apparently the custom of royalty here. “Stay one more night that we may celebrate and leave tomorrow refreshed in body and spirit.” He implores her, gesturing to the rest of their party. “You have travelled much and worked hard, it will do you good.”

Leia acquiesces, after glancing around to gauge everyone’s thoughts. “It would be our honour to celebrate this union between us with you. Thank you King Arshan.”

“You must not give us titles for we are equals, call us Arshan.” The king insists, linking an arm with Leia’s and beginning to lead her out of the room with 3PO and Ematt following closely after. The two continue to talk long after they’re out of earshot.

Poe looks over at Finn with a mischievous grin. “Looks like we’ve got a good night ahead of us buddy.” He claps Finn on the shoulder and begins to lead him out of the room. “This is why we have a second set of dress uniforms; formal but less stuffy than the ones they make us wear to official meetings like this.”

Finn grins back easily, his teeth flashing impossibly white. “I’m not sure if I’m more excited for the party or to see Poe Dameron, master dancer at work.”

“I should never have let you spend any time with the pilots; they’re nothing but slanderers and heathens.” Groaning Poe leads the way back to their shared room. “Poor Beebs is going to hate that he has to miss it. If you think that I’m the life of the party, you haven’t seen Beebs on the dance floor. Of course he tends to tripped over so that’s less of a bonus.”

When Finn laughs his face lights up and his body quakes slightly, Poe can feel it doing so now under the arm he has around Finn’s shoulder. Finn deserves every opportunity to be happy and carefree so Poe is constantly trying to find little ways to brighten his day, even if it sometimes comes at the expanse of his own dignity.

“Let’s hit these much lauded baths and then we can get ready for dinner and the party. If we’re staying here an extra night, we should take full advantage.” With Finn nodding in agreement they grab a change of clothes and head to the semi-public baths located in the eastern end of the King’s palace.

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Poe really shouldn’t be surprised with how extravagant the place is but he still can’t help but gape up at the crystal ceiling in awe as he enters the steamy bathing room. He can feel Finn standing beside him doing the same thing. Event the tiles under their feet are made of the finest material and contain an image of the kingdom’s crest.

“Finn. . .” Poe finds himself saying as he steps further into the antechamber, “I don’t really need a castle or anything, but wherever I end up in the Galaxy I’m making myself an extravagant room like this.” The room is spectacular and they aren’t even in the main part of the bath yet!

Laughing Finn bumps shoulder with him. “If you do that you’ll spend all your time in it. Come on flyboy we actually need to get in the bath or we’ll be late for dinner. I have a feeling it’s going to take quite some effort to get you out of here once you’ve entrenched yourself.”

The teasing goes right over Poe’s head because even as he’s speaking Finn is already stripping off his clothes to put them into one of the baskets sitting along the wall. Poe’s gaze is fixated on Finn’s beautiful body as it’s slowly revealed to him. Mentally he can’t help but think to himself, I don’t recall today being the galactic equivalent of my birthday, but thank you to whoever has given me this gift.

Finn is a work of art; his dark skin smooth other than the healed scar down the center of his back, and even the scar is enchanting because it marks him a survivor of a horrible wound. When Finn bends down to take off his pants, Poe lets out an unintended squeak because holy kriff!! No one should have thighs that look like they could crush your head and a butt that looks like you can bounce things off.

Suddenly he’s not looking forward to the bath so much anymore, especially when certain traitorous parts of him are having a hard time keeping under control.

“Something wrong? You’re not even undressed yet.” Poe startles at the sound of Finn’s voice and has to make a conscious effort not to step back when Finn comes over and presses a hand to his forehead. Thankfully Finn’s wrapped a fluffy blue towel around his waist or Poe’s pretty sure he’d be dead right now.

Finn’s hand is warm against his forehead and Poe can’t help but smile at the touch. Finn has been spending most of his free time reading up on all sorts of things on the holonet, and basic health and medical care was one of them. Poe doesn’t mind so much because Finn usually does all his reading cuddled up to Poe. “You’re a little warm. . . are you getting ill? We can tell the General that you aren’t well enough to come to the celebration tonight.”

Maker save me, for I may not survive this night.

“I’m fine buddy, just eager to get out of this monkey suit!” Stepping just outside of Finn’s arm reach, Poe starts to strip off his top. “I’m getting all hot and sweaty just thinking about how nice that bath is going to be.” Turning around to one of the baskets near him, Poe wills his boner to go down. Don’t ruin this up for us anymore than it already is! Maker what would Finn think of Poe if he saw how much Poe had been perving over his body? I am a horrible person.

Luckily the mental flagellation seems to do the trick and Poe’s boner is successfully contained as he grabs a dark green towel and wraps it around his own waist. “Shall we go in? I really do need the optimum amount of soaking time possible.”

“Alright.” Finn chuckles, following after Poe as he pushes the door to the bathing room open.

Poe closes his eyes as he feels a puff of hot, wet heat flow over him as he opens the door. Doesn’t that just remind him of the jungles of Yavin IV? He finds himself thinking, and feeling slightly home sick. He needs to get home and visit his papa soon, holos just aren’t the same.

The bathing chamber is of course huge and marvellous. Part of it is craved right out of the cliff face that the castle has been built on, and the walls shine a dark ebony. It’s a juxtaposition of the rest of the room which is made of white marble that glows faintly with its own light. On the walls there are small lights that are only bright enough to ensure people can see where they’re going and to bathe the room a warm glow. The bath itself is huge at least twenty feet around and seems to get deeper the further toward the back of the room it goes.

“Pinch me because I must have died and gone to Heaven.” A sharp pinch on his arm has Poe flinching and looking over at Finn accusingly. “Ow!”

Finn is grinning positively diabolically. “Looks like your still in the mortal world.”

“When did you get so cheeky?” Poe accuses, rubbing at his stinging arm.

“By spending so much time around you and the other pilots.” Finn answers smartly, patting Poe’s arm in mock comfort. “So really it’s all your fault.”

Ignoring Finn’s quip, Poe slips into the water with a loud moan closing his eyes at the sheer bliss that comes with enveloped in a blanket of heat. “I’m done being a fighter pilot; I’m going to live here in this bath for ever now.” He does open his eyes when he hears Finn slipping into the bath not far from him before allowing them to slide closed again. Thankfully the heat of the water has even soothed away his embarrassment for the moment.

His eyes however pop open and almost bulge out to stare at Finn as the man makes the most obscene noises of pleasure from the heat of the bath. “You’re right, let’s stay here forever. General Organa doesn’t really need us that badly.”

Poe doesn’t answer because he can’t seem to get words past his lips as he watches Finn relax in the water. If Finn were to open his eyes right now he’d probably think Poe was some sort of creepy voyeur but Maker Finn is just such a sight to behold! A thin sheen of sweat from the heat is making his dark skin glisten under the dim lights in the room.

Suddenly the heat isn’t helping with Poe’s little problem at all.

“You okay Poe? Didn’t drown while I wasn’t looking did you?” Finn jokes as he opens his eyes to look over at Poe. “My comment couldn’t have surprised you that much! I don’t always work!”

Laughing weakly, Poe takes the out quickly. “You’re Mr Model soldier Finn; of course I’m going to be shocked that you’d wanna ditch the boss for a cushy bath like this, even if it is a great bath.”

“Oh you’re one to talk! Kes has told me all about your hero worship of the General!”

Poe barely flinches when Finn sprays water at him, his mind trying to process what he just heard. “When did you talk to my dad!?”

Finn raises an eyebrow at that, settling back into the bath. “All the time, how else is he going to get updates on how you’re doing?” He straightens up and tries to mimic Kes’ disappointed face. “’My mijo, he forgets all about his papa, at least now I have someone who will keep me in the loop.’” Finn doesn’t sound anything like Kes but it’s not hard for Poe to imagine his papa saying that.

“I can’t believe you talk to my father more than I do. What happened to my cute stray who was shy about meeting new people?” Poe cries, pressing a hand against his heart as though he’s been shot.

“He never existed, or at least didn’t have time to linger. You brought Snap, Jess, Karé and Iolo in to my rooms while I was healing and insisted they love me as much as you do.” Poe’s heart jumps at Finn’s choice of words wondering if the other man knows just how true his words are. “How could I not come out of any potential shell of shyness that may have developed? You pilots are the rowdiest and most open group of people I’ve ever met.”

Poe can’t deny that, it was part of the reason he’d introduced his closet friends to Finn; he hadn’t wanted Finn to ever have to be lonely, especially if he had to go off on mission. Secretly he’d also wanted their approval without really realizing that until much later, the other pilots were much like an extended family. “Yeah, you’re right about that, and it worked too!”

The level of happiness and contentment in Finn’s smile brings an answering grin to Poe’s lips. “It really did. I never did properly thank you for that.”

“No problem buddy, it was my pleasure, you’re part of the great big extended family after all.” Poe’s probably blushing, but doesn’t bother him, not in the face of Finn’s joy.

They settle into an easy silence after that, both of them content to simply enjoy the soothing water while they have a chance. Before long though Poe can feel the heat starting to get to him and he knows it’s time to get out, take a cool shower and head to their rooms.

“Time’s up buddy, we spend too long in here and we’re going to pass out from the heat.” He can feel how flushed he’s become and when he looks over he can see that Finn is suffering the same effects of the heat. Quickly, so that he doesn’t have to watch Finn and his glorious body get out of the water, Poe turns and hops out, grabbing his towel and heading to the showering area. He does glance back to make sure Finn’s following without any difficulties. The glimpse of Finn’s backside he catches is enough to send him hurrying to the soothing relief of the cold shower.

“If we’re lucky we won’t look too much like prunes by the time the party starts.” He calls out to Finn as he hops into one of the stalls. Finn’s answering laugh comes from the stall directly next to him. “I mean I’d hate to disappoint, I know the General brings me along for my good looks and charms as much as my piloting skills.”

Poe grins at Finn’s snicker; he will never get tired of hearing the other man laugh. “You don’t agree?”

“Oh I agree Poe; we just gotta make sure to rein it in a little. We don’t want you stealing any little old ladies away from their husbands, or vice versa.”

“Ha! I think we should worry about you just as much buddy, handsome guy like you could easily seduce the pants off anyone easily.” There’s no reply from the other shower and Poe tries not to let that bother him too much. Still he can’t help wondering if he went too far with that comment, even if it’s trued.

Eventually there’s movement from and Finn peaks his head around. “I’ll leave that to you Mr Dameron; I just plan on dancing and having a good time.”

Poe tries not to squeak in surprise at Finn’s sudden appearance, even as he wraps his towel around his waist. “I’ll try not to break too many hearts tonight.”

“I’ll be holding you to that! Also you have to save at least one dance for me.” Without any follow up Finn heads off leaving Poe to stare after him open mouthed and wondering what it is Finn means by that, and possibly what it might imply.

Dameron you’re a grown man, no need to be getting your hopes up about something that is likely only meant as a gesture for friendship.

Sighing to himself, Poe rakes a hand through his hair and follows after Finn. “I still can’t believe you talk to my papa more than I do!” He says in order to change the subject, Finn cackles at the comment and Poe tries to put his request for a dance out of his mind for now.

Ahhhhhhhhh what a sweet start! I can't wait for the rest! <3

Can't wait for more!!

THEY ARE SO CUTE. I AM READY FOR THIS.

Finally got around to finishing it and posting it all on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8706586

Hux snarled and crouched down below a massive, moss covered root he had taken refuge behind. Rain continued to pelt down on him, plastering his heavy clothes to his body. His heart raced with adrenaline, but his hands were steady as he returned blaster fire and felled another Trandoshan. Its scream was nearly drowned out by the torrential downpour of a fierce storm.

A vicious blade of smile flittered across Hux’s face as he turned and made a strategic retreat towards the ship with his blaster at the ready. He needed to keep moving and head back towards the ship so he could organize his scattered troops. His comm unit had been smashed underfoot during the surprise attack in what should have been a trades negotiation that had taken an unexpected turn.

He shouldn’t have even been on this world. It was only Supreme Leader Snoke, who had called a private meeting with him to command that Hux accompany Kylo Ren. Snoke’s pitless eyes had bored down into Hux’s core, holding hidden information that Hux couldn’t even begin to comprehend but was forced to comply with. The potential for destruction was the only information the Supreme Leader had murmured before he’d ended the meeting.

Hux, where are you? Kylo called out through the Force.

Not now! Hux snapped back, dropping down low and sliding down a muddy slope into ankle deep water. The last thing he needed was a distraction with Ren’s oppressive presence in his mind to distract him. He trudged through the thick underbrush, battling branches and leaves away while he struggled forward. Continue to push back with the troops at your disposal.

But Hux-

I said not now! He pushed back the hair from his eyes to clear his vision, the dark strands weighted with a mix of rain and his blood from a gash at his temple. He was going to blow this whole stupid planet up when he was back on board the Finalizer, Snoke’s orders be damned.

His foot sunk down on something spongy followed by white-hot pain exploded right underneath his kneecap. His back hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of him before he was jerked up in the air by the metal jaws of a trap snapped shut around his leg.

Ren’s panicked yelling in his mind was distant, buried underneath the pain and disorientation of being swung back and forth above the ground. “Fuck, fuck,” Hux grit out between tightly clenched teeth. His whole body shuddered in agony; he was dangerously close to passing out from the pain as his numb hands tried to desperately scrabble at the slick, heavy metal clamp. Rain poured down in sheets, into his eyes, into his nose, and it felt like he would drown if he opened his mouth.

Hux couldn’t see, breath coming out in shuddering gasps. A blaster shot rang out and Hux flinched, but it wasn’t meant for him. The red beam easily cut through the chain in a shower of sparks. Wind whistled through his ears as he fell, his body crashing through limbs and leaves to slam into the muddy earth four meters below.

He lost himself for a moment in a pain so acute it whited out his vision. He came to with a large foot pinning down his chest and several Trandoshans surrounding him.

“You put up a good chase, General for someone as weak as your species,” the hunter praised in a gravelly voice. He pressed harder, wickedly sharp talons digging through cloth and into flesh, and something inside Hux’s sternum cracked. “For that, I shall end your suffering quickly.”

A wet scream bubbled up inside of Hux, blood slick on his tongue and between his teeth as he hatefully gazed up through the rain into reptilian red eyes. If he was going to die now then he was going to do it head on.

The Trandoshan aimed his blaster at Hux’s head, one large finger curling around the trigger when he suddenly stiffened and whipped his head to the side like an animal sensing danger.

A garbled shout of rage echoed through the jungle, a chaotic all encompassing noise that built with intensity, pushing out the sounds of nature, of fighting, of the thundering storm to drown out the entire jungle with it. Hux could see the Trandoshans’ mouths move in silent screams, eyes widening in fear from the invisible force that flattened the trees and barreled towards them.

It happened in the blink of an eye, four Trandoshans suddenly vaporized into fine red mist as it rushed over them to continue its destructive path decimating the jungle like a massive, unforgiving wave.

Hux panted, ragged breaths coming in through his nose and out his mouth to try and gain some semblance of control. His ears were ringing in the silence of his surroundings; even the rain had been temporarily pushed away in the face of Ren’s powers. “Ren,” he coughed out. He could see the Knight a couple meters away standing at the center of it all, arm raised and fingers splayed out in front of him while the other hand gripped his crackling lightsaber.

His voice seemed to break whatever mystic spell there was as noise suddenly flooded into the empty space again. He could hear Ren calling his name before he slipped into unconsciousness.

Sometimes Hux forgot that Ren was a capable warrior and powerful Knight. They sniped and argued and Ren threw his ridiculous tantrums, but he was the master of the Knights of Ren for a reason. Hux didn’t need to read Captain Phasma’s report of the ten-kilometer radius of destruction Ren had caused on Trandosha.

He set down his datapad to take a sip of caf that one of the medical droids had finally given him. He still hadn’t been cleared for active duty yet after a week in the bacta tank followed up by several days of bed rest. He was getting restless and it didn’t help that Ren had been a near constant presence by his side since Hux had passed out from his injuries.

He glanced up when the door to his private recover room slid open and Ren stomped in. “I take it your meeting with the Supreme Leader didn’t go well?” he asked coolly.

Ren’s face flashed through an interesting range of expressions before settling on a sulky pout as he threw himself in the chair next to Hux’s bed. “No…yes…possibly,” he grumbled. “Snoke is…still pleased with the mission we both went on.”

“Even though we didn’t accomplish what we had set out to do.”

“Even though we did accomplish what we were supposed to do,” Ren corrected. His eyes scanned over Hux’s body and made a point to linger on the elevated leg as if looking for damages that were no longer visible.

Hux shot Ren a puzzled look. “What?”

“He says that we will be going on another mission within a week and that you will be by my side again,” Ren continued. He didn’t seem to look happy at the news.

“What?” Hux said again. This was preposterous. He was a general, this was exactly what stormtroopers were for.

The knight folded his arms across his chest. “How am I supposed to focus on the mission when I’m going to be too worried trying to protect you?” he asked more to himself.

Instead of repeating himself again, Hux threw his datapad at Ren’s head.

i wrote something that sort of matches what OP wished for, though not completely: eating with your fingers http://archiveofourown.org/works/9116044

Awesome. XD

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9334271

Hope you'll like it :)

I've had this fill thread open in a separate tab for six months, and finally got around to refreshing it yesterday...I AM SO GLAD! Off to read the last few parts and then the whole thing again.

Oh man, I... totally missed your comment here, I am so fucking sorry ): I didn't intend to ignore you, honest I didn't.

Thank you so much for reading, and I am thrilled it made you laugh that much. Ginger misery-magnet is the best description of Hux ever, lmao.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9474518

Hope you'll like it :)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9899225

Hope you'll like it :)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/9899384

Hope you'll like it :)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10849668/chapters/24089640

It's chapter 1 of 3 and your last bonus will be an entirely separate fic because I liked this so much I could not stop writing

Hope you'll like it :)

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FILL: are you a star (because I wanna destroy you)

Re: FILL: Poe, Kes Dameron, injury recovery and family time (5b/7)

Re: FILL: are you a star (because I wanna destroy you)

Junkrat & or / Symmetra - hard light prosthetics

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Re: Fill: The Instruction Manual

Re: poe/finn finn's first fingering

Re: [Fill] Even Swords Need their Sheaths

Re: Any/Any or Gen - Text From Last Night

[Fill] Desperate Measures (1a/?)

[Fill] Desperate Measures (1b/?)

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Re: [Fill] Desperate Measures (1b/?)

COMPLETE FILL: Poe, Kes Dameron, injury recovery and family time [NOW ON AO3]

Re: [Fill] With Great Power (Comes Great Irresponsibility) 3/4

sort of fill (different author than the one that commented before)

Re: Shades of Affection 1/1

[Fill] Hux/Poe or Hux/Poe/Kylo, Imperial Agent AU

Re: COMPLETE FILL: Poe, Kes Dameron, injury recovery and family time [NOW ON AO3]

Re: [FILL] don't speak (i came to bang)

[Fill] Kylo/Hux - AU Ben rescues Slave!Hux (Non-con/Attempted Non-Con)

[Fill] Hux/Hux Sr. dub-con, impregnation kink, mpreg

[Fill] Gen, Poe & Leia, loyalty (possible character death, up to author)

[Fill] wip FinnPoe, KyloPoe - Poe is captured and used to breed more stormtroopers