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Someone please get on this asap!!

Doing it. Stand by! Anon, is there anything you don't want to see here? Because smut will ensue >:)

Thank you! :)

YOU! You are a genius, OP, and I love you. Seconding!

Thank you!

OP here: up to author :) I'm okay with happy endings but hope there's angst and doom and horribleness too ngl

::heart-eyes::

Hux has five brothers and one sister.

Also, Molly Hux insists on knitting Kylo Ren a sweater before she goes.

DA

I'm hedging my bets and I'm throwing in two potential names for the pool: Lando or Wedge Antilles.

Both have ties to the Rebellion/Resistance; Lando pretty much is the Varric of Star Wars (charming, smooth-talking "businessman" who's also an underestimated badass) and I would not be surprised that he would write terrible romance novels about his friends and his friends' protegees because it would be HILARIOUS (also, good way to make some money on the side); and Wedge, as especially seen in the X-Wing Series books from the old EU, can totally keep a straight face while trolling the hell out of his friends (see: Wes Janson and the Lieutenant Ketch incident, and certain events during Starfights of Adumar). Would also not be surprised to find out if Wes and/or Hobbie were beta reading for Wedge and possibly making the books even more ridiculously over-the-top, because they would.

...I am thinking a little too much about who Varric Tethras is in this fill, apparently.

Anyway, FIFTY ON LANDO AND ANOTHER FIFTY ON WEDGE.

Kylo and Hux are in the New Order, Leia leads the Resistance, but Han becomes a notorious pirate. He and Kylo still don't get along. To mess with his son, Han kidnaps his lover. Kylo receives the video transmission.

Bonuses (entirely optional):
-Kylo's PoV

-Han sitting in his chair, with drugged Hux on his lap

-Han mockingly invites Kylo to come and join them

-fem!Hux - Han fucking fem!Hux's ass while spreading her pussy with fingers "for his son"

-completely evil Kylo - he finds them and instead of saving Hux actually does join in

a/n:I'm taking the EU backstory where Palpatine/Sideous transfers his spirit to a clone (and makes a crapload of spares) and running with it. Hope you like, anon!

There are no coincidences.

It had taken over five decades of natural - hah! - life for the words of his old fool of a Master to sink in, for him to truly absorb the implications.

And it was beautiful.

The jagged edges of Anakin’s conflict had sliced into his senses, even as the smell of his own flesh burning and melting filled his nostrils, and a glorious corona of raw Dark Side energy obscured his vision. Windu, his focus narrowed down to holding him in the inevitable standoff – a weakness of the Jedi’s version of Vaapad – completely ignored the oncoming storm.

Sideous saw it, dropped his guard, screamed for help, and the last of Anakin Skywalker’s Light was snuffed out.

He shivered at the memory of the beauty, the raw pleasure of Vader’s absolute submission.

His realization had come from what had doubtlessly seemed needlessly self-indulgent to his ascetic Apprentice. Sideous had made of point of following Anakin Skywalker’s development, first as a discontented Padawan that seethed with frustrated lust and unchecked terror, and later as a Jedi who flat-out refused to acknowledge his own Darkness. And was inevitably consumed by it.

However, as his years as Emperor began to wear on him, he began, in his (annoyingly infrequent - the galaxy didn't run itself) sessions of deep meditation, to ponder the series of events that had drawn his Apprentice to him.

In the grand scheme of things, his victory on that front had been almost too easy. He smiled at the memory. Decades of preparation and playing both sides of a galactic civil war against each other had been both enjoyable and fulfilling - pull the strings, watch them dance - and yet nothing had made the Dark Side rumble with dark contentment as the moment that Vader kneeled at his feet.

And yet the way that Vader had come to him…If the Trade Federation attack (one of his very favorite plans) had not driven Padme Amidala and the Jedi to Tatooine, had the Jedi visited a different junk shop for parts, had Qui-Gon Jinn not sacrificed the mother for the sake of the son…

Coincidences.

And thus he was not surprised at all when a searing Force presence jolted him out of his decades-long slumber in the belly of the Gorgon. He’d been aware, on some level, that his last set of meat puppets was in danger. Even when his resources were, for all intents and purposes, unlimited, he never put one on until he was certain of at least an hour of safety. Thus he had not Risen to assist the crew of the Gorgon when the Dreadnaught went down in the Battle of Jakku, and had instead diverted the ship’s remaining energy and the life force of the crew to shielding his remaining seven clones. He had not accepted defeat, had instead imbued one of the tanks with his presence.

And waited.

And then the presence…He followed the light down, and shuddered as his awareness flooded with the sensations of the flesh. The fluid in the cloning tank had long since grown cold, but the feeling…he’d forgotten…

He opened his eyes slowly. The room was pitch black except for a piercing flare of a cutting torch coming through a wall. He bit down on the rebreather, sucked in air, and reached for the controls with the Force. The tank unceremoniously dumped him onto the deck. He lay still, blinking weakly, his underdeveloped limbs not obeying his commands. The torch shut off, and there was a grunt, and then a clank as the metal broke apart. The light, the presence drew nearer on soft, cautious feet. The half-forgotten stench of filthy human filled his nostrils. Light stung his eyes, and he made a quiet noise.
A mumbled apology, and then a gentle red light, carefully shielded by a small hand.

A rough shadow leaned over him. Huge, dark eyes ran over his face, took in his wasted nakedness with shock.

“Are – are you all right?” It was a quiet voice. The scared voice of a girl. A girl whose presence was that of a young star. Her face was close enough to touch.

He reached out with the Force.

“He-help me…Please…”

a/n 2: TBC...

*Manipulation by Snoke

So hey, a twist! Kylo found himself falling in love with his dad (partly because of distance, hero worship, fond memories of affection etc) as he was growing into adulthood and the shame made him more susceptible to Snoke

So Snoke pretty much got Kylo to believe that his growing love for his dad, which he already thought was disgusting, was a product of the light, and therefore a weakness

So light = love = weakness = bad, etc etc, which is why Kylo keeps begging for help to stay on the dark side--because he genuinely thinks his feelings are both wrong and a product of the light side

But then Han comes to take him back and either knows, or finds out at that moment, how Kylo feels about him. And all it takes is for Han to tell Kylo how much he loves him for Kylo to switch sides.

AUTHOR'S CHOICE if Han returns Kylo's feelings for real (in which case mutual incest(, if Han pretends for Kylo's sake (in which case dubcon) or if Han's feelings are 100% fatherly but he'll do his best short of incest to show Kylo how much he loves him and to bring him home and keep him there (in which case h/c)

I'd be happy with any of those, so long as Han's love is real and so is Kylo's (no matter how twisted)

But it's not really Leia, just like these characters act nothing like Poe and Finn thought? Maybe Luke just really like Princess/pirate tropes and was bored.

-fem!Hux - Han fucking fem!Hux's ass while spreading her pussy with fingers "for his son"
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah this is what I am here for

Seconded so hard.

Rey has scars from her scavenging days, her lover(s) kisses them.

+stories behind the scars - from fights with other scavengers to accidents when exploring crashed ships.

can be 5+1 story

i love you, anon
this is perfect and i'm sure will become even more perfect

and i want to see everything ;)

Aw, this could be really sweet.

Um here for this I am

Ben is about twelve or so, and he's hanging out with the other Padawans at the Jedi temple. Obviously training is hard work and boring and such, but he figures it's alright. Everyone there has a similar story of having been sent away for their own good etc.

All of the other kids are talking about how much they miss home and how happy their childhoods have been and that's when Ben *realizes* that his life hasn't been very good. Like, he thought everyone was miserable, what with the violence and fighting the empire and busy parents and voices in their head... except other kids haven't had that.

He is torn between being horribly upset that he, a prince, the heir of the family who saved the galaxy, etc. has been handed such a shit deal of a life; being jealous of what the other kids have had, and being super disappointed and angry at Luke (the only person who has looked after him well in all truth) for taking these kids away from perfectly good lives into a life of suffering and holding back and repressing and ignoring emotions and basically signing themselves up to get slaughtered - like the voice in his head has been telling him will happen since he was a baby.

a/n: I think that general fandom consensus is that Rey was 5 when she was left on Jakku. That makes her 16 when she finds Sideous and 21 by the end of part 3. In other words, she’s not underage when things happen. He gets into her brain long before he gets into her pants.

It was awhile before he could move on his own. Of course, he could have gotten himself out of that wreck if he’d really needed to, either by manipulating his limbs with the Force like a marionette or by simply lifting, but the girl – Rey, how fitting – had brought him food and water with barely any Force-ful prompting on his part. She’d lifted him, cleaned him, laid him on rough blankets, and watched over him as he slept. She brought him an old, (stinking) but still serviceable tunic and trousers when he was strong enough to dress – in the beginning it was all he could do to raise and lower his arms, and he wouldn’t let her touch him more than was absolutely necessary: The feeling of her rough - warm, gentle - hands on his skin was too overwhelming in this new, sensitive body.

In many ways, being a creature of spirit was easier.

It helped that she had no idea what a cloning cylinder was. He was able to pass his situation off as a very long stay in a medical stasis pod, using the Force to subtly steer her away from the sheer improbability of such a thing surviving the Gorgon’s demise.

He let her guide him out when he could move with minimal assistance from the Force. It was slow and painful, and he leaned on her thin shoulders more than he would have liked, in his old life. But the dependence was not without purpose.

Her soul was beautiful, and so, so fragile, fractured glass barely containing the lightning bolt of her Force potential. There was a hole in her heart, raw with the pain of abandonment.

Alone. Alone, always alone…

He traced the scratches on the wall of the wrecked AT-AT that she called home, counted them as he lay exhausted on her bed. Going by Coruscant time, and the length of the average day on Jakku…

“How long have you been here?” he asked when she flopped down next to him, passing him a meager share of the thin slop she’d been feeding him for weeks.

“I don’t know,” she said, shrugging, her face a careful mask of indifference.

Eleven years, he thought. The Force hummed in agreement.

“Your accent,” he said, choking down the swill, voice still quiet, grateful. “You weren’t born here, were you?” She flinched. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “It’s confusing here. This place…” He gestured broadly, encompassing more than her hovel. He looked away. “The Gorgon was falling apart. I know it crashed, but it couldn’t have gotten that way…overnight.” He set down his bowl and looked her in the eyes. “Rey, how long was I asleep?”

It was Rey’s turn to look away.

“Rey?”

“I’m not sure,” she said, slowly. “That - Your ship fell in the Battle of Jakku,” she continued, as if reciting a history lesson. “And that was a little over a year after the Battle of Endor. I think. That’s all I remember from school. I was really young, so…” she shrugged. “Sorry.”

“The Gorgon…” he whispered, letting his voice break. “She was the Gorgon.”

Rey set her bowl down and slid closer, hesitant.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, laying her hand over his. He let her.

***

He told her his name soon after that. His real name. After all,
Sheev Palpatine was considerably better known than Sideous.

And he liked the way it sounded on her lips.

He kept the Darth to himself for three years, during which he allowed Rey to teach him the rules of her bitter, day-to-day existence. He stayed with her, ostensibly because she never asked him to leave. In return for a place to sleep, he shared his knowledge of Empire-Era battleships, and subtly prevented any of the vermin in the oasis from finding the Gorgon. Coincidences again – the ship had remained undiscovered for 30 years, having fallen into a massive cave system. A rockslide had covered it, and it would likely have remained that way if not for Rey venturing out further into the Wastes than usual.

The exclusive access to a veritable goldmine of parts in almost perfect working condition meant that Rey began to enjoy a level of prosperity that had been far beyond her reach before he arrived in her life. Her glee over being able to trade her sudden excess of ‘portions’ for actual food and new clothing woke something in her that she had put aside long ago. She remembered how to want.

She slept deeper with him next to her, too. In the before, as he knew she privately called the long stretch of time before she found him, she had rarely had a full night of uninterrupted sleep, always jolting awake at noises, or the constant danger of the wasteland clawing at her Force senses. Not to mention the stares of her fellow scavengers, which had begun to follow her in earnest once her body began to mature. There was a reason she carried that staff. But with him there…She slept sounder now that she had someone to watch over her.

Yes, she never thought to gather material for a second bed. It was ingrained scavenger instinct; waste not. Her home was cramped, the nights were cold, and she thought that he was too weak to take advantage of her, so she had climbed in with him slept like a stone. He made sure that it never occurred to her to leave, even when he grew strong enough to carry her when she sprained her ankle badly during an over-ambitious climb.

The medical supplies available in the oasis were serviceable, if primitive. They had enough food to survive until she healed, so she accepted his repeated refusal to leave her alone, barely disguising her disbelieving relief.

He dressed her ankle, drawing on his knowledge of tending to his own hurts during his Sith training. He applied heat packs, and brought her food. He spent just enough time away in the kitchen, or outside watching the sky - meditating - that she lit up like Coruscant at night when he came in to check on her.

“What are you doing out there?” she asked one day, tugging him down next to her. “When you’re out there like that.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, feigning ignorance. He’d been steadily expanding his presence in the Force every day, letting it permeate every part of her shelter. It was one of the many facets of the Dark Side. The edge of night was gentle, safe. It rested, it waited, and then it drew you deeper, and held. She glared.

“You’re doing something. It feels – It feels different out here,” she said, grasping for words for something that defied definition.

“Is it a good different?” he asked, smiling playfully.

“I don’t – Yes. Yes, it is,” she said. “I don’t know why, but it feels – I don’t know…” She groaned in frustration. He waited patiently. “It’s not safe. But it’s safe. Have you ever used a blaster?” He cocked an eyebrow at the change of subject. She blushed. “I mean…It feels like there’s a loaded blaster. With no trigger guard. I think – I think my father used to sleep with one. My Mom too. They had them strapped to the headboard,” she said, her voice strained. She brushed angrily at her eyes. “I used to climb in with them when the noises – “ Her voice died. She shrunk away from him.

“Rey,” he said.

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“All right,” he said. “All right.” He hid a smile.

Not long now…

a/n: Crap, looks like it'll be 3 parts...But then Sideous knows how to play the long game :O

Hooray!!! I'm so glad you like it :D :D :D

...Looks like it'll be 3 parts. Sideous is just too good at the long game, muahahaha!!

This prompt is a thing of beauty

laughing at the idea that American of all people think Brits are prudish.

ffffffffffffffffff yessssssss Agreed

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Re: Finn/Rey Experienced!Finn

Re: pre-TFA, Rey/Palpatine, Force sex, dark or grey!Rey

Re: FILL: a portal from you back to me (Finn/Rey/Poe)

Re: Any/Any OR Gen, Kylo Ren is a cat (Sabrina the Teenage Witch AU)

Re: FILL: a portal from you back to me (Finn/Rey/Poe)

Re: Kylo/Hux, non con

Re: Gen, role reversal

Re: Gen - Hux's mother comes to visit and she's basically Mrs. Weasley

Re: FILL: The Rebel and the Resistant Wildcat - Part 3

Kylo/Hux, Dark!Han/Hux - non-con, forced to watch, drugged

FILL (1/2): Edge of Night - Re: pre-TFA, Rey/Palpatine, Force sex, dark or grey!Rey

Kylo/Han (incest, manipulation*), "seduced" back into the light

Re: FILL: The Rebel and the Resistant Wildcat - Part 3

Re: Kylo/Hux, Dark!Han/Hux - non-con, forced to watch, drugged

Re: Kylo/Rey -- lactation kink, jealousy

Rey/Finn(/Poe) or Rey/Jessika - scars

Re: FILL (1/2): Edge of Night - Re: pre-TFA, Rey/Palpatine, Force sex, dark or grey!Rey

Re: Kylo/Han (incest, manipulation*), "seduced" back into the light

Re: Kylo/Rey -- lactation kink, jealousy

Young Ben Solo, bad childhood

FILL (2/3): Edge of Night - Re: pre-TFA, Rey/Palpatine, Force sex, dark or grey!Rey

Re: FILL (1/2): Edge of Night - Re: pre-TFA, Rey/Palpatine, Force sex, dark or grey!Rey

Re: Hux/Kylo Ren - dude you're broadcasting

Re: Kylo/Rey, "you're hiding behind your accent!"

Re: Kylo/Hux, Dark!Han/Hux - non-con, forced to watch, drugged