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Kylo Ren sleeps naked, not because of any salacious reasons, but because the tiny shifts of the bedclothes against his skin help ease the deep gnawing need for skin to skin contact, which he considers a weakness he dare not show, even though it makes him ache with need sometimes, just to have someone holding him.

Someone notices and starts subtly touching Kylo more, and not judging or saying anything. When Kylo notices, he's furious and confronts them and somehow it ends up with Kylo curled up in the person's arms, shaking and being soothed.

'Any" could be Hux, Phasma, Mitaka, Thanisson, all good.

Seconded hard! Touch starved Kylo is my bulletproof favorite trope in this fandom.

THIRDED touch-starved!Kylo is also my jam

Fourthed! I luuuurrrve touch-starved Kylo.

My kingdom if it's Mitaka.

Also mine!

HARD SAME

Yes!!

i am literally always down for touch-starved kylo

unless anyone has any objections I'm just gonna claim this for Kylo/Mitaka because ah my rarepair how I love to write for it.

\o/

Op would be thrilled with Kylo/Mitaka!!!

(I've written three fills for this pairing now and gosh this pairing. It's so much of a delight to play with. Thank you OP for this wonderful prompt, you're the best.)

There were…tricks. Kylo didn’t like to think that much about them, they made him feel absolutely pathetic. But they were there and he made use of them. There was a way to hold a pillow and to breathe to trick his mind into thinking it had opposing breath to his own, to pretend it was someone’s chest. Sitting on his own hands, he could numb them and card them through his hair and stroke along his jaw. Laying an arm heavily around his own waist as he lay on his side, pretending it was someone else.

To think about them as he used them made them real, and it was a weakness Kylo couldn’t allow.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t make it a habit to sleep in the nude. It was the easiest trick, one that he didn’t need to actually put effort into like the other ones. The feeling of the bedclothes shifting against him was a comfort. It wasn’t quite like the other tricks, but it was enough. It was enough that he could control those awful cravings for touch.

Didn’t make it easier when he dreamed of being wrapped in an embrace.

Those were the worst, drove him to tears that in turn made him rage at himself for his weakness and ended up frightening all those around him. He was dubbed mercurial and dangerous for it, and that was fine. He didn’t want anyone to know his weakness anyway. He didn’t want them to know how he wrapped his arms around himself and just wished despite himself that it was someone else holding him.

It was better no one touched him often. Because otherwise they’d notice how he melted at the warmth that pressed like a brand through his clothes to his skin. Someone would surely pick up on how he pressed back into the touch, how his breath hitched. And then everyone would know that awful weakness. And that couldn’t happen.

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Dopheld’s best friend, Ambrosius, had died in a failure of his TIE fighter. The hatch had malfunctioned and didn’t seal entirely. As a result, the whole thing had exploded when it entered the vacuum of space. A pointless death, but one that had resulted in safety checks being double the usual length. So at least there was that.

It left Dopheld without friends, though. He had grieved, and had accepted the natural course of life, but Ambrosius’ loss was felt. He had gone home his last allowance of shore leave, and hadn’t expected to weep so much in his sister’s embrace. He thought he was past the uncontrollable sobbing stage of his grief.

“You’ve been touch starved, Dopheld,” she consoled, stroking his back. “Since Ambrosius, you’ve not had anyone.”

He had made a point to make friends after that, and had become actually something approaching friends with Petty Officer Thanisson. It wasn’t like being friends with Ambrosius, no one was like him, but it was enough. There wasn’t much room for fondness, not in the Order, but there was always just enough.

And when he saw Lord Ren press ever so slightly back into the General’s hand during one of their very vocal (and passing physical) disagreements, recognition filled him. He had done that once. Back in the early days after Ambrosius. He didn’t want to think about Lord Ren being touch starved, and turned with all his might back to focusing on his job.

But not wanting to think about it didn’t mean he didn’t notice. It wasn’t often, but once every so often Lord Ren would press back into touches, or the mask would pick up on a hitch in breath, transforming it into some threatening noise. But Dopheld had been on the receiving end of Ren’s truly threatening noises, and this wasn’t one of them. This was a man who wanted to be touched, but who was keeping it so secret from everyone he could. Dopheld knew what that was like, and found empathy filling him each time it happened.

But empathy didn’t explain what drove him to grasp Lord Ren by the man’s shoulders and pull him away the next time that the Knight and the General went at it with blows and not just words. Ren stilled beneath Dopheld’s grip, too easily moved, before he suddenly tensed and turned, wrapping a hand without moving around Dopheld’s throat, starting to constrict as he said, “How dare you touch me!”

“Ren!” snapped the General, and Dopheld was eternally grateful for his presence. “Let him go!”

The incident would have likely been forgotten, had Dopheld not found himself doing it again, taking Ren by the shoulders with just enough pressure in his hands to say I’m here whenever Ren had to be handled by people. Navigations controls certainly couldn’t be destroyed, and when Ren went at it, there were at least six navigations officers pulling Ren away from it. It wouldn’t do to get lost in the void of space, not if they couldn’t just stop Ren.

Dopheld wasn’t even that conscious of doing it, honestly. But Ren seemed to be entirely aware of it, or so it seemed, being cornered in a storeroom by an angry Knight of Ren. Dopheld just hoped his posthumous pension could help support his sister and her family. They deserved that, at least.

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“Why have you been doing this?” snapped Kylo, glaring down the Lieutenant. He was small and insignificant, how dare he suddenly take up so much of Kylo’s mind? How dare this nobody who couldn’t even rise in the ranks suddenly become so important to him?

“Doing what, sir?” asked Lieutenant Mitaka, looking aptly terrified. Good.

“Touching me. Every possible chance, you keep touching me. Why?”

Mitaka cowered before the face of Kylo’s anger, but instead of the usual half-formed imaginings of his death and how his sister might react, a different thought presented itself, fully formed and clear as transparasteel. Kylo let it into his mind, vaguely interested in what it could possibly be to be pulled up by fear of him?

Desiderata Mitaka, holding her brother as he wept into her shoulder, her hand rubbing along his back and whispering, “You’re touch starved, Dopheld. Since Ambrosius, you’ve not had anyone.”

“I miss him so much, Desi,” he said, sinking further into her welcome embrace, her warmth spreading through him. The room was bathed in the blue light of their native star, and no matter the heat Rengis put out, it was nothing to the sheer relief to feel the warmth from his sister.

“Shh, dearest. Shhh,” soothed Desiderata, holding him all the closer and pressing a kiss to his temple. “Just stay here long as you want. I’ve got you.”

Kylo ripped out of the memory with disgust. To think Mitaka thought him so pathetic as to want such an embrace! But the larger part of him, the part that despaired at this plan to scare Mitaka off from ever touching him again, trembled to see someone suffer that same aloneness. He wanted that. Wanted a Desiderata to hold him and assure him he could stay long as he wanted. But it was weakness, he reminded himself. And why should he yearn after a civilian to hold him anyway?

Mitaka was still standing there, but there was a shift in him. It wasn’t too obvious, but it was there, and Kylo didn’t know what to do with the feeling coming off the man. Clumsily, more memories were pushed forward, and Kylo accepted them, not sure what else to do. This was a man who had felt Kylo in his memories and pushed more forward, didn’t retreat and try to keep Kylo out. That was a curiosity, and reason enough, he rationalized.

As he let them in, Kylo was treated to an all too familiar barrage of images and ideas.

His pillow against the wall could be mistaken for another person. It made his neck hurt in the morning, to go without support, but it was worth it.

A hand stroking up and down the opposite arm, not even bothering to try and numb it, just enjoying the feeling.

Holding his own hand.

Holding himself around the middle and playing pretend hard as he could as he fell asleep.

Thanisson bumping shoulders with him over a meal.

The young officer linking their arms to walk together, a cultural oddity of relationship from Thanisson’s native planet of Durrow. It was so lovely to have that feeling that he wasn’t going to say a word.

No longer needing his tricks anymore, getting enough touch that such desperate imaginings weren’t necessary anymore. And what a relief it was when he realized it had been a month since he implemented one.

“I know it’s awful,” said Mitaka, sounding too brave for the situation. “But humans are a social species. We need contact from another to live. Physical, emotional, it doesn’t matter, we need contact.”

A wild decision, one Kylo regretted even as he did it, removing his glove to hold out a pale hand towards the Lieutenant, who stared at it a long time. Kylo didn’t trust his ability to communicate with the Force and was glad enough to simply wait. And when Mitaka finally took it, holding his hand tightly, Kylo refused to believe the noise he made was a sigh of relief.

Piece by piece Mitaka was given more access to touching Kylo, with no mind paid for the man’s eventual return to his shift. It took ten minutes before Kylo allowed Mitaka to touch his wrist, and another five before the second glove came off. It was at least an hour before Kylo reached up and removed his helmet, revealing his weakness. His eyes must be glassy, they certainly felt like it, terrified to face both Mitaka and to give in to this weakness.

But Mitaka didn’t react negatively, didn’t mock him or reveal it was a trick. No, instead he drew Kylo’s head onto his shoulder, a hand going to Kylo’s back just like Desiderata did to him. Being held so close, Kylo let out a shuddering sigh, melting entirely into Mitaka’s embrace.

“Shh,” murmured Mitaka, and Kylo had to give him credit, he managed to make it sound like it was far from the ridiculous situation it was. “It’s alright. Stay as long as you need. I’ve got you.”

It were those last three words that broke the dam, and Kylo found himself starting to cry. As was often the case with tears, time passed strangely, and the next thing he knew, they were kneeling together, Kylo still curled into Mitaka’s embrace as his tears started to dry.

“It’s going to be alright,” assured the Lieutenant, Kylo realizing that the man hadn’t stopped trying to assure him. And that was just as relieving as it was distressing. Instead of pulling away like he should, pushing away weakness and those who coddled it, Kylo found himself burrowing closer, alight with the feeling of someone holding him.

This was so much better than his disgraceful tricks, and he was determined to make the most of it. Mitaka, if the thoughtless kiss pressed behind his ear had anything to say about it, didn’t seem to care at all, and if Kylo was to allow this from anyone, it would have to be someone who knew that same pain and didn’t judge who else might suffer it.

Going back to his tricks would hurt, and Kylo knew he should plan to get to be held like this again, see how long he could hold Mitaka’s pity for. But strategy hadn’t ever been his strong suit nor his purpose. He was the sword of the Order. But, he reasoned, even swords had sheathes and needed to be cared for so they wouldn’t fall apart.

Oh my god, this was so heartbreaking and beautiful and sweet. Thank you so, so much for this fill!

Absolutely gorgeous. Ugh these two are so sweet together. I love the idea of them having at least one experience in common despite how different their lives are, and that being the thing that gets Kylo to acquiesce.

Wonderful job once again! You've made a shipper out of me!

MITAKAAAAAA
THE ONLY EMOTIONALLY MATURE ADULT ON THE FINALIZER

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(Anonymous) - 2016-03-16 05:18 (UTC) - Expand

OP

Openly weeping here, oh my god I am so glad you picked Mitaka for this. This is everything I wanted when I posted this prompt. Thank you so much!

You have no idea how much I needed exactly this fill today.

marry me, authornon

*dead* That last line was just heartbreaking. I love this - it's completely believeable, sad as that is.

I LOVE all the love Mitaka is getting lately, btw <3

Absolutely love this, anon! MITAKA, Ren Tamer.

Mitaka is so gentle ♥

Such a beautiful fill. I love your Kylo/Mitaka fills. They always make me want to cry, but in a good way.

Bless you for this, anon, it's SO GOOD OMG.

Heartbreaking.

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