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Yep. Ani's a genetically engineered clone, and yes Finn is gonna be pissed (he might have looked at how old clones were treated and used.)

*snickers* *chokes* *laughs some more* (I don't regret posting this prompt at all!)

+1 tea snob Hux is the best

The Millennium Falcon descended over the clearing as it forcibly split in two. Rey thanked the Maker as she ran to Finn's side, intent on getting him on board and getting off that imploding rock as soon as possible. Chewbacca, however, had one more life debt to fill.

The Wookie growled as he approached Kylo Ren. The First Order commander was splayed out in the snow, blistered by lightsaber burns and bleeding from the wound that, in his rage, he caused. In many ways, the man was a far cry from the boy he practically raised. But right here, right now, he was still the awkward, lanky child that hadn't quite grown into his body. He looked more like Ben Solo than a mysterious Knight of Ren.

This was the boy who would fall asleep by the window, watching the sky and wondering when his father would come back home. This was the boy who stacked pebbles to pass the time between his mother's tactical meetings and running for his life, who woke up drenched in sweat from nightmares that always ended up coming true a few days later. This was the boy who accidentally invaded his mother's thoughts, only to discover that he was the biggest accident of them all.

When he cried at night, Chewie was the only one who could rock him back to sleep. When he was sad or lonely, when his parents were bickering, when the dark man in his dreams started taunting him in the middle of the afternoon, it was Chewie that he ran to. It was Chewie that he clung to. When he screamed in violent fits of rage that made furniture tremble and glassware shatter, Chewie picked up the pieces. While Leia was cursing Darth Vader, Chewie was holding Ben together.

Eventually, both Han and Leia had enough. They shipped their son off to Luke and that was that. The rest was a dark and bloody history. But now, here he was, carefully lifting that wounded body out of the snow.

When the broken knight wailed, it actually took Chewie a moment to realize that he wasn't crying out in pain. He was speaking, albeit brokenly, in Shyriiwook - his first language, all things considered.

He growled back, and Kylo Ren sunk desperately into the Wookie's arms. As Starkiller Base tore itself apart, Chewbacca carried Kylo Ren to safety. He boarded the Millennium Falcon with hardly a moment to spare before everything around them collapsed, meeting Rey's disgusted look with a defiant growl.

All those years and memories were still there. There was light in the darkness, and Chewie could see it. He was the only one who ever saw it.

It was Chewie who finally succeeded in bringing Ben Solo home.

Oh God, yes! That sounds amazing.

Oh, this is so sad and wonderful..! That bit about Ben being an accident made my heart clench..! Poor boy... Excellent job, anon!

Ren, no, don't bring your fascist boyfriend over when you KNOW Rey is going to have a tough time explaining her own relationship... Uncle Luke is practically a monk, after all. Holidays are stressful enough as it is, you don't need to add to it by trying to sneak your boyfriend in under the radar!
(Somebody fill this!)

THIS IS PERFECT. <33 I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE REST.

This is lovely.

I would like to read more in this alternate timeline AU

I accidentally saw the last line and I'm already crying so I can't read it yet because I'm crying too hard lol. I just... I wanted to give you this compliment before I compliment coherently, you're that good.

This is actually my teen and college years in a nutshell, before I learned that a) asexuality is a thing, and b) I don't fucking need the reason of asexuality/demisexuality to say no to a significant other. It was bad, it hurts to think of... And I desperately want to see this dealt with in a fic, please, anons???

Well now. How could I resist?
This is even more cracky than the first tea snob! Hux fill - and I once again had a lot of fun making up silly tea name additions (though the teas themselves do exist in the Star Wars universe).
This is probably not perfectly proofread, since I'm very tired.
Hope you like it!

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The trouble with tea, Hux had long since decided, rarely was getting good quality blends. The quantity of the exact variety and grade one desired, that could be a bit of a problem at times, but a decent quality was more easily acquired than one would think.
Even if decent meant high to superior grade (which it did for a connoisseur of Hux' calibre) - it usually was doable, provided one had a fairly wide range of tastes and didn't limit oneself to just one or two blends (like some lesser cultured people he had met).
Most systems - if not all, even in the Unknown Regions - had a diverse tea culture of some sort and for the right price or other incentives, a decent grade of several kinds of tea could be easily acquired. (Hux would forever deny ever having threatened the use of violence over the quality of tea because really, the merchant probably had misinterpreted some choice words, it was hardly Hux' fault that the subtleties might have gotten lost in translation.)

No, the quality was generally a non-issue. As were the proper ceremony and utensils for drinking it. Most tea was fairly straight forward in its preparation, with varying water temperatures, sure, but they usually involved being steeped for a certain amount of time and not too much else. Those that required more elaborate ways to prepare them usually needed only small tools to achieve the desired result and the different tools were often quite similar in form or function. All of this was nothing an experienced tea drinker couldn't handle and if there wasn't the exactly perfect cup or pot to brew the tea, well, that was a pity but it rarely had any effect on the actual taste.

What had an enormous effect on the taste, though, and which was the bane of any space-bound tea aficionados' existence was the very water the tea had to be steeped in.

The mere thought of submerging the delicate dried leaves of a prize-winning Karlini Crystal Selection in the chemically recycled sludge that was the ship board water made Hux blanch. It seemed almost a criminal offense to sully such a precious commodity with a water that barely even deserved to be called such.

When he had boarded his first spaceship, he hadn't had any notion about how dire the tea water situation was to be. At the Academy, the water had not been exactly flawless, but still drinkable and tea-usable enough, especially after the application of a cleverly constructed filtering system. He hadn't been able to bring his little invention on board, though, and he had come to miss it dearly.
The first tea he had brewed on board had been an almost traumatic experience. It had been a very simple but clean Yarba, one of the more uncomplicated yet distinguished blends. After the first careful sip, Hux had had trouble suppressing a classic spit-take. He had rarely before tasted something so vile (and as much as he still tried to deny it, the experience had sullied the whole variety of Yarba blends for him).

The incident had been bad enough to make Hux forego any further tea-indulgence for quite a while - with a heavy heart, he had locked away his (still modest) collection of teas at the back of his personal locker.

With his improving rank, the amenities he'd had access to had improved as well. He had found out that higher ranking officers had access to certain requisition forms for articles that were regarded as luxury items. So while his peers had filled requisition forms for spirits and cigs, he had requested the occasional rare tea blend and, more importantly, bottled spring water. While not the perfect solution (the water tended to suffer from the long interstellar transportation and regularly turned stale) it had been a vast improvement and made at least some of the teas Hux owned mostly drinkable.

By the time he'd made General, he had amassed a sizable collection of great teas and a constant subscription of bottled water whenever it could be delivered.

Still, "mostly drinkable" had never been the ideal state of things and his mood had suffered due to the inadequacy of the situation.

So in his free time between planning the construction of a super weapon, supervising training sims and dealing with Supreme Leader Snoke's apprentice, he had set upon the task of recreating the water filtering system of his academy days.
His gained experience had not just been helpful in designing parts of a super weapon of near unimaginable proportions; he would also be able to finally savour a properly prepared cup of tea, he had decided.

The filtering system, once perfected, had done a quite wonderful job. So when time had come to move operations to his, rather, the First Order's new super weapon, he had not hesitated for long to have the machine installed in his quarters there. While Starkiller had been a planet with a more or less intact ecosystem, the search for active underground springs that met Hux' exceptional expectations for fresh spring water had been proving unsuccessful so far (it had been, after all, a frozen wasteland, also, the planet's water had appeared to have a generally unpleasantly high iron content).

After Starkiller, everything had gone - quite literally - down the drain. The explosion of the planet had taken not only the beautifully constructed filtering system but also a sizable chunk of Hux' tea collection (including a few blends that would never be produced again because, well, they had just recently blown up the system they had originated from. Hux had almost felt a sense of regret at this.)

Now, back on the Finalizer with an incapacitated Knight of Ren to be delivered to the Supreme Leader and Hux' own future hanging in the balance, he found his storage of bottled spring water almost entirely depleted.

So with the last remainder of the water, he carefully brewed a Finest Tippy Golden Flowery Bluefruit Kintle.

During his first few sips, he mused that someone of Supreme Leader Snoke's rank probably never had to wory about decent water for their tea. Someone of this rank probably had access to a lifetime supply of high grade spring water.
Hux thought he remembered stories of Emperor Palpatine owning an impressive personal garden including a private fresh water spring.

Well. That settled it.

I've read it now and I want to quote back parts of it to you that I love but everything is just absolutely perfect.

Ben speaking Shyriiwook broke me, and the premonitory nightmares, yeah I just... it took me like five minutes to write this because I keep sobbing. Oh man, this was amazing. Thank you so much.

Omigod, but what if Kes only set them up because his adorable new employee very obviously had a crush on his son after Poe dropped by to see him someday, and Finn was super embarrassed but also super excited, except Poe doesn't really like him and he's crushed!!

I thought I'd add some more optional shoujo manga bull, op. You seem like you'd enjoy it.

OH my god, I am so into this! I wonder if he could convince Hux to join him, because he wants to rebel against his father.

Omg, seconding all of that, and also this, because you have no idea, Poe. :D

Aww yeah, this is good shoujo manga bullshit!

you asked to be made sad, OP, so I was happy to oblige. :)

Glad you enjoyed Chewbacca finally getting the credit he's likely due.

OP

OMG THANK YOU!

(including a few blends that would never be produced again because, well, they had just recently blown up the system they had originated from. Hux had almost felt a sense of regret at this.)

And Hux deciding to become Emperor just to have unrestricted access to the perfect water for tea!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥FOREVER.

I love tea snob!Hux, I love that you research the Star Wars Universe teas, and all this is just spectacular! Thank you!

I am reminded of the (fanon?) Scotty always rigging up a still somewhere in the Enterprise's engineering department and highly enjoyed Hux's sudden need to become emperor for more drinkable water for his fancy teas.

No, you're self-filling. Phthbbt. Further fills are absolutely welcome, of course! (Based on my own experiences, hence the clerk's point of view.)

Daily Activity Report

"Daily activity reports will be turned in to Recordsman Yera. Your reports will be complete, legible, and promptly submitted. Long live the First Order."

Seated behind the desk is an olive-skinned woman, black hair cropped down to almost nothing, her first wrinkles just starting to develop. She eyes the 'troopers queuing up to give her their reports. Unfamiliar designations on quite a few of them. New meat, then. Is it that time again already?

FN-2187 tentatively slides a card over. Yera frowns as she looks it over, then points to the blank spots that shouldn't be. "Designation, here and here. Distance traveled here, certify beginning and ending inspections of your collection unit here." A few seconds of scribbling. "Acceptable." He realizes the recordsman has turned to the next 'trooper in line and heads for the refreshers.

***

The next day, FN-2187's activity report is filled out perfectly. Yera says nothing as she transcribes it into the aggregation system, but a tiny smile flickers over her face.

***

Days of routine stretch into weeks, stretch into months. The routes through the same sector of Starkiller Base, the now-familiar classifications of garbage—food waste, packaging, recoverable materials, and the remnants of scenes he preferred not to think about—and at the end, Yera at her desk, her face turning a little less grim at the sight of him. He hands today's card to her. She nods. "Thank you."

***

A fixture, a tiny comfort on this rotten detail.

"FN-2187. You are well?"
"Satisfactory."
"Your squad is well?"
"They are."
A nod, a smile that borders on kindly. "Long live the First Order."

***

"FN-2187. You are well?"
"I am. I see there's a route available in Sector 1 that I would like to be assigned to."
"I don't recommend it. Sector 1 hasn't reached its weight targets more than five days in the last thirty. They're being put under extra supervision."
"I withdraw my request, then."

***

Yera's face is pinched, her breathing slow and deliberate. FN-2187 brushes his hand against hers as he places the card on her desk, then leaves without speaking.

***

"Changes to the recordsman duty roster have been published, effective tomorrow."

***

"Daily activity reports will be turned in to Recordsman Parker." At Yera's desk—no, not her desk anymore—is a stout, brown-skinned woman with braids hanging down her chest. She reaches over and takes FN-2187's card without sparing him a glance. It's just as well that his helmet hides the pain written on his face.

***

The sanitation duty 'troopers never do see Yera again.

My enthusiasm misrepresented myself! I'm not OP, very sorry! (I've definitely prompted Uncle Chewie in the past tho! hence my accidental hijack)

Compliments stand though, and I'm sure OP will love it just as hard!

I'm so glad there's more people in the Uncle Chewie heartbreak train ;__;

SO CUTE

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Finest Tippy Golden Flowery Bluefruit Kintle

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Thank you kindly, OP

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Re: Finest Tippy Golden Flowery Bluefruit Kintle

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