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OP here. Thank you so much for the fill! I think you managed to capture Hux's manipulative nature and Kylo's deep rooted insecurity really well. I like how you incorporated Kylo's TFA scar into it and him thinking it would make him even uglier in Hux's eyes and the last bit about him not being able to believe it when Hux is kind to him was heartbreaking. Very well done anon!

Yes please!

I filled this over on AO3. Thank you for the wonderful prompt OP, I diverged a bit and what I came up with is likely sadder than was intended but I hope you can find something interesting in the mix.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6484918

Seconded!

So Finn needs a surname. Well, for certain values of 'needs' that sum up to 'belonging is nice'. Leia Organa grew up with adopted parents that adored her, so she knows how it goes, and adopts Finn. Makes him officially an Organa.

Poe is deeply aware of the hilarity of the stack of notebooks with "Mr. Poe Organa" doodled in them from his teenaged crush, now that there's a chance of that happening for real.

THIS IS THE MOST HILARIOUS PROMPT I'VE EVER READ
also, seconded

OP: I'M HYPERVENTILATING THIS IS TOO AWESOME AND FUNNY AND WONDERFULLY IN-CHARACTER. I LOVE YOU.

A+ use of Jakku by the Force to make that sex dream particularly memorable. YOU CAN'T ESCAPE JAKKU, FINN, JUST LIKE YOU CAN'T ESCAPE POE'S LOVE.

Hngh. The thought of Hux trying to shut down his mind out of desperation and a sense of duty ... sounds lovely.

Poison it

Damn Schrodinger, back at it again.

+1

Love that first bonus ("Thanks 2 my beta Matt, all mistakes are his.") Ever since that misfire fill where Ren beta'd Hux's speech I've been thinking he'd probably be all over First Order Of Our Own (FO4) blowing up fic comments, all: "YOU NEED A BETA!"

The next thing he knew, Rey was back, arm in arm with a long-lost, long-haired and largely-scruffy Jedi who came with a mute button. She ran a beeline to Finn’s arms, uttering a happy yell when he lifted her and spun her off the ground.

"You’ve made it through!" Rey said again and again, her cheeks creased so hard they must have hurt.

"And you," was his cri du cœur, while the Resistance crowd whooped and cheered around them.

There was no time to elaborate as General Organa, still clinging to her prodigal brother, called for debrief. But later, in his room, munching on a local dewnut, she asked, "So, you’re a storyteller now?"

Finn groaned. It made sense that BB-8 would have counted Rey among ourselves, but…

"I’m a pilot in training," he informed her. "When I’m not a firing instructor. We’re jacks-of-all-trades here."

Rey, true to form, stood her ground. "But you’re a teller too?"

"In my spare time." Finn shrugged, for himself more than her. "Look, it’s no big deal. Just something the medics ordered."

"It's big to me," Rey said. She put one hand on his arm, and when he glanced up at her, her face had the scavenger’s cast to it, hungry and hopeful, and he knew she was thinking of the past. "When I was on Jakku, you know…things happened, but they happened almost always in the same way. Over and over again. And you can’t let same wear you down, or there’ll be nothing left of you."

"I know." Finn covered her hand with his. "I've been there."

"So… I made it different. In my head. I made it up."

"Yeah?"

"A different father and mother every night. And no father, sometimes, or a sister instead. Coming back. Or sending sign. Or a clue in the sand, an enigma to clear for our reunion. They helped me sleep at night, the stories. They kept me whole. And they made me glad. Does yours?"

"…Yes." Though the last chapters had been more of a sketchy follow-up, now that BB-8 was back to base business and Finn was kept busy by his own chores. But he had seen Cor and Malko safely aboard the evil Tetrarch of Gar’o’s personal fighter, which they’d taken over to rejoin the Dekado System. It had the benefit of autopilot and the Tetrarch’s personal couch, which could bed four at a time and was filled with Alderaanian swandown (Threepio’s footnote). A very good time had been had on that couch. "Yes, it makes me glad."

Rey beamed approval. "So, can I hear it?"

---------------------------------

It was the Jakku gambit all over again. You simply couldn’t say no to Rey once she’d made her mind up, and Finn found himself reciting all of Chapter 1 to her before he knew better. Rey was the very model of an involved audience: by the time they’d made it to the brink of Chapter 3 and the Sacred Lake, she was clapping her hands excitedly.

"It makes me glad," she told Finn. "It’s like I can follow Malko’s emotions with each word, and they rev up beautiful. He’s got a twelve-parsec heart, I can tell. And I think Cor will be good for him. When do they shag?"

Finn, taken aback, confirmed that his protagonists did shag. Twice. On four occasions so far.

"Great! So, can I borrow the book? Luke’s teaching me to read."

It took some time to explain about Hut and Smut Publishers, and why there was no book as of yet, and no likelihood of one coming. Rey’s Stories Give Hope motto stayed undaunted, not even when Finn told her he could hardly sign a contract without a) a registered name, b) a credit account, and c) a proper address, other than Secret Resistance Base, The Galaxy.

"Well, it’s not right," Rey said, and left pursing her mouth.

Morning came, and Finn woke up to a top-priority call from the Command Center.

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oh. my. god. the image of c-3po helping write an erotic novel is hilarious and traumatizing. this is great. <3

…

The weaver of shrouds passes through Niima Outpost exactly once per year, shaking the dust from her unbound white hair before spreading out her wares for display. She does not deal exclusively in burial sheets, of course, her collapsible loom holds a half-finished bridal vein suspended between its strings, but on Jakku the dead are a much more stable market.

Rey – thirteen, now, going by those tallies on her wall, although her body remains as flat and sparse as a weedy flower pushing its way through a cracked-dry lake bed – sneaks closer to run her hands over the smooth cloth.

The colors are so bright, she thinks.

She wishes she could hear them, smell them and put them in her mouth to taste. This red would sound like a flag, or a fire, tattering in the wind, while this blue would smell like rounded stones hauled up from the bottom of a deep, sandy pool. This yellow would taste like fresh-sliced fruit, eaten off the blade of a knife, bursting and new and biting-sweet. This purple would roll like thunder.

“So are you looking or buying today, little steel-pecker?”

Rey glances up. Her hands pause over a shroud that is gray-pink like the morning sky.

The weaver is staring at her through dark eyes, puffing on the cigarra clasped between her thin lips. Rey knows what the woman must be seeing – burnt-freckled cheeks paled with dust, streaked with sweat, a mask half-pulled over her face, clothing the colors of midday sunlight and sand because that is what being a nobody in this place requires. Disguise, disguise, disguise, until one day you get so good at it that you disappear altogether.

But being a nobody is safer, not to mention cheaper. Color is a sumptuary luxury which the living cannot usually afford.

Then Rey snatches her hands away to wipe them on her dirty pants. Her thighs are bruised from scrambling through a narrow airshaft, and she frowns as she gives her answer.

“Neither. I’m not dead yet.”

…

She presses the scarf against her chest and watches it unfurl, all the way down to her feet, and then looks at General Organa again.

“You want me to have this?”

“I’d like you to have it,” the General corrects, standing with her hands clasped together. “It’s windy, where you’re going next. You may need it.”

Rey pauses.

The fabric is vine-silk, covered in a pattern like briers and flowers – clever threads of gold and silver have been woven through its deep green, so that the scarf glitters and sparks whichever way she turns it towards the light. Its color would sound like summer rain dripping off the leaves of a tree, would smell like fresh-turned soil and taste like – well. Rey does not have a great deal of experience with any of these things, and so she cannot be quite sure.

(“Neither. I’m not dead yet.”)

And she cannot accept this, Rey almost says, though the kindness of it squeezes hard around her heart because it is the first real gift she has ever gotten, but then remembers that she is traveling to a place of blue water and green islands and that she is not really a nobody, anymore.

Not quite.

“Rey?” the General asks. "Are you all right?"

After another moment of reverent hesitation, Rey takes the scarf up by its corners and throws it about her shoulders like a mantle in one spinning, weightless flourish. She smiles.

“Yes,” she says. “Thank you very much.”

…

*Hutt and Smutt Publishers, of course

A!A here! Thank you so much for the lovely comments, and glad to hear that you enjoyed it OP. It's a bit grim but really, how couldn't it be heh :( thank you for the wonderful prompt. <3

This was gorgeous <3

I spit out my drink at "General Starfailure" hahahaha *groan*

Wonderful! I loved Rey's synesthetic impressions. All that wild desert imagery for the colours she couldn't allow herself, that meant death; and then the freshness flowing off the scarf, sensations she's unfamiliar with but are intensely alive.

WHAT THE HECK I LOVE THIS

Young Ben Solo did turn to the dark side, but he wasn't strong enough. He died on the first mission Smoke assigned him to. At first, Smoke was desperate - but then the First Order managed to reclaim Ben's remains.
Thus, Kylo Ren was born, an ideal copy of Ben Solo, but more powerful and ruthless. He doesn't know he's a clone though - he thinks he's the real Ben.

Any pairings are okay, except reylo (sorry, not really my thing, but if it is gen relationship, then it's fine).

Rey: *holds lightsaber out to Luke* Don't you dare look back. Just keep your eyes on me.
Luke: You're holding back...
Rey:Shut up and dance with me.

This woman is my destiny...

First of all, I hope you're feeling MUCH better!

Second of all, I started writing a thing. It's about 2/3 done, and I just realized I misremembered your prompt. *facepalm* I gave Poe the flu instead of a cold, and it's not AU.

Is that still okay??? (And it's totally okay if it's not. The heart wants what it wants, especially when you're not feeling well!)

Hey, OP, your prompt really inspired me but I'm not sure if I made it life-affirming enough. If not, I'm really sorry, and thank you for the inspiration.

Tomorrow is Never (http://archiveofourown.org/works/6486472)

That ending..! Poor Kylo, so broken, so unwilling to believe he's attractive, so fucked up by Hux..! So very lovely!

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Re: Kylux - Kylo and Hux are surprisingly doting parents - everyone is shocked to learn this

Finn/Poe, Adoption and surnames

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