Entry tags:

prompt post

PROMPT POST #5 - CLOSED

This post is closed to new prompts!

rules | ask a mod | fills post | discussion/off-topic post | flat view | ao3 collection | delicious account

prompt post one
prompt post two
prompt post three
prompt post four

+ All comments except fills should be posted anonymously.
+ All prompts should focus on TFA characters. You can't post OT or PT-only prompts.
+ One prompt per comment please.
+ You can request both kink and non-kink content
+ Crossovers, characters from the other media are allowed, but must relate to the 2015 movie in some way.
+ All prompt comments should begin with a pairing tag (eg Rey/Finn) or Gen for no pairing.
+ Use 'Any' when prompting for any pairing at all (eg Kylo/Any or Any/Any)
+ Anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Poe/Other)
+ Warn for common triggers, please
+ NO PROMPTS FEATURING CHARACTERS UNDER 18 IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS.
+ don't hijack other people's prompts.
+ prompts should not exceed ~250 words.
+ also, while this is not really a rule I can enforce, please try to limit yourselves to fewer than 5 prompts per page.
+ reposting prompts is currently not allowed.
+ no prompts based on real life tragic events. e.g: 9/11 au, concentration camp au, etc
+ PLAY NICE

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

AYRT

Holy shit OP, all of those ideas are gold! Yes YES to a gruff warrior and precious little girl having a tea party. She pours him a cup of pretend tea from a cute plastic Baby's First Order teapot. He waits until she's not looking to pretend spike his tea with a pretend pour from a scratched-up Knight's Own hip flask. "Careful, Mr. Ren, someone's always watching~" Every stuffed animal in her room is a nanny-cam, everything else is a battle-droid.

The estate housekeeper is great because this whole thing naturally needs to be hosted at the Hux Family Estate, a brutalist mockery of Pemberley that is obviously not theirs at all, the Hux's just showed up one day all freshly exiled and annoyed and decided to move into the biggest house in town. The original occupants fled for their lives through the elaborate hedge maze and probably still live in there to this day. What was once a family room is now a gallery, filled floor-to-ceiling with oil portraits of unimpressed ginger cats, and it quickly becomes the go-to make out spot during the Knight's visit.

It's like Space Downton Abbey (I have never seen a single episode of Downton Abbey).

Yes yes yes yes yes!

+1 i need this like i need air

this is gorgeous :3 <3

AYRT

Hux, where'd you get your lemonface from?
I GOT IT FROM MY MAMA
I GOT IT FROM MY MAMA

Mrs. Hux has the unchecked superpower of Waspish Aristocratic Displeasure. She can sense an untucked shirt or a pair of unpolished boots on her son's ship from half a galaxy away, Hux has actually tested this.

So, I've seen (at least in crack) the wine mom trope applied to him and like, I know that's fun and all for people, but that culture/trope is actually kind of upsetting for me in general, but I can definitely see it and I think I would love a not-funny spin on drinking-alone-everyday Hux.

Any pairing is fine, just please don't make it funny? Thank you

+1. I'm digging all the historical references on the meme today.

Also, I now have that song stuck in my head, so thanks.

That is super cute! I always wondered what kind of short hand gets developed for stuff like this, because I sure as hell wouldn't have the patience to spell out C-O-R-U-S-C-A-N-T or whatever every time I wanted to nerd out.

LMAO CRYING

wrote this quickly once I saw this since I needed to do some warm-up writing and a misfire fill works perfectly!

*

He gets on everyday, like clockwork, at the bus stop at the terminal and gets off, like clockwork, at the bus stop near the docking bay of Pier 96.He rides for ten minutes -- five stops -- and always exits through the back door.

Once, on one of those rare days when the bus was early, Finn got to watch where he walked to after he got off. It shouldn't have shocked him as much as it did since there was nothing else near the stop. With a smooth gait, he walked into the little cafe where Ron St meets Paul Ave. Platform 9 and 3/4. While the bus lingered at the stop, waiting for time to catch up with them, Finn was tempted to get off the bus and enter the cafe.

Finn would never do that, of course but the thick, molasses air and oppressive summer heat made Finn think of stupid things. Like how pale his mystery man managed to stay when there hadn't been a cloud in over three weeks. Or how he always read a new book each day when he couldn't possibly have finished the last one. Or how he always wore all black even as everyone in their town stripped down to their underwear.

Sometimes, when his bus attraction was particularly engrossed in his novel, Finn would stare and wonder what the mysterious young man had sucked on to make his lips so lush and provocative.

It was the summer heat talking and come autumn, Finn will be cooled off and five hundred miles away from this forsaken hellhole of a town. That was the plan he'd made at the beginning of summer, a plan he wanted to stick, too, until he found himself mindlessly walking into the little cafe on Paul & Ryan. It's probably okay. It's five in the afternoon or evening or whatever and his mystery man probably went home. Who worked from seven in the morning till five? That's nine hours and there is no way he's here for --

He's there. Been there for nine hours, Finn guesses, but oh shit. This is wrong and dirty and even the posters for the new sci-fi film plastered on the walls seem to be shaming him for all of his life choices. This is not the droid you're looking for. Except the droid Finn was looking for was here and he was behind the counter reading an absurdly long book.

"Can I help you?"

Finn is chuckling more nervously than someone in a coffee shop should be. "Yes, one whole coffee please," he replied.

"We have 12, 16 and 18 ounces only."

"Uh, then twelve."

"Hot or iced?"

"Uh," His mouth is dry. "Iced."

The man shrugged and went to make his drink. But beforehand, Finn caught the name tag. Ben. "One twenty-six."

"What?"

"You have to pay for the drink."

"Oh, yeah. Sure," Finn rustles around his pockets for change and manages to spill an assortment of coins and bills on the counter from his wallet. "Fuck!" he whispers, trying to wrangle the mess while smiling up at Ben.

"You're always staring at me on the bus," Ben says as Finn manages to count out twenty-six cents. Finn's went deep red and he felt hotter than the stifling heat just outside the door. Fuck. He shouldn't have come in here. He looks like a stalker. Fuck fuck fuck --- "Then again I only know because I'm staring, too."

"You what?" Finn questioned stupidly.

Ben has already put his book down. "I stare. At your arms and wonder how often you work out. At your eyes and wonder who it is that gets to see those eyes every morning. At your hands and wondering what they would feel like exploring every inch of me..." It was almost like Ben was trying to lean as much into Finn's space as possible, trying to take his voice lower and lower, trying to kill Finn with his words. "What do you think about when you stare at me?"

Finn gulps. "Your lips. Whether you finish the books you start. Whether your warm in your black outfits."

Ben retreats back behind the counter with a burst of laughter. "You're kidding?"

"No, really..." Finn stuttered.

"You're cute," Ben says, laughing. "Too cute. What's your name?"

"Finn."

"I'm Ben," his voice trickled out like honey and Finn's toes curled. "Do you normally check guys out, follow them to their work and then not indulge them in some dirty talk?"

"I could if you want me to," Finn responds deathly serious. "You know, talk dirty."

Ben laughed even louder and pointed over Finn's shoulder to a scandalized senior citizen. The old lady shook her head and walked out of the shop. "Maybe when the places is closed?" Ben says when he finally stops. "Here," Ben hands him a flyer from the counter. "My band is playing tonight, you could come watch. Add another stop to your stalking map of me."

Funeral City 350000000 DEAD. "Kind of a long name," Finn smiles.

"It's kind of a dumb band but it's fun,"

"Whose Kylo Ren?" Finn questions, reading the small print at the bottom with the band's info.

"It's my stage name."

"Kylo Ren?" Finn repeats with a laugh. It goes quiet for a second until Finn blurts: "Could I have your number then? To help find the place in case I get lost?"

"You mean the place practically next door?"

"Yeah...?" Finn says hopefully.

Ben grins and shrugs. "Wouldn't want you to get lost, I guess.

Ben begins spouting a string of numbers the younger man barely catches. Finn nods and hits save. "All right, got it. Have it saved as 'Kylo Ren'."

Ben's face drops immediately and he reaches for Finn's phone. "Oh my god, I'm sorry I even said that. Please delete it. I hate that stage name, I picked it when I was 13 and kept it sentimentally. I can't stand the thought of that being the name you see when I call."

It was Finn's turn to grin as he moved the phone away from the dark haired man. "Nope! It's here to --" Finn stops. "When you call?"

"Yeah," Ben nods. His voice is low again. "I can call, right?"

"Of course," Finn says, face warming up. He drums the desk as the door chimes open with another customer. "So," He's walking backwards now, waving his phone and the flyer wildly. "So I'll see you tonight, Ben?"

"All night probably, Finn," he laughs as a nervous customer walks to the counter.

"Right, Ben," Finn chuckles nervously again, loudly.

Ben smiles a goodbye as the little bells on the door chimed again to let Finn out.

In the warm summer night's breeze and his excitement, he didn't even notice he forgot his drink.

This was so great! Aw Hux's crooked knitting <3 I loved the snarky footnotes.

[he] only went for the chance to pretend to be scandalized and punch Ren

YES THIS IS CANON

+1000 I am so here for Uptown Finn

I AM SO SORRY

A young woman appeared on the Finalizer. Why? That's not important. What is important is that she was so beautiful everyone instantly fell in love with her and listened to everything she said.

"Guys, what are you doing?" she said.

"What do you mean?" someone asked. It doesn't matter who. Don't look at me like that. Fine, it was Phasma. Now this abomination passes the Bechdel test.

"Dictatorships and mass murder are wrong," said the young woman, whom I'm too embarrassed to even give a name. "You guys know that, right?"

The crew of the Finalizer collectively paused in their ministrations (is that even the right word? ministrations? who cares lol). They had never considered that before. What with her otherworldly beauty, they figured she had to be right.

So the entire Finalizer defected. Even the ship itself. Even Millicent. How did non-sentients defect from an ideology they were incapable of comprehending? Fuck you, that's how.

Then they went about the business of making the rest of the First Order defect. It was pretty easy. All they had to do was show people a picture of the woman and say she told them to defect. Evil was powerless against her radiance. Also she snapped her fingers and killed Snoke, because she was The Most Force-Sensitive Person Ever or something. She tried to just send him a picture of herself, but she couldn't find his mailing address.

She showed up at the Resistance base on D'Qar with the newly de-Nazified First Order in tow and was like, "'Sup, I brought you a present. War's over."

The Resistance was delighted. An orgy was held in celebration. The woman fucked the entire human cast. She fucked some of the aliens too, just so she could say she'd done it. Also the Millennium Falcon, somehow. Han was resurrected through handwavey means. She even time-traveled and made the prequels good.

Everything was rainbows ever after.

General Hux, under extreme protest, is forced to sing in public.

(Maybe even at a formal receptor for the upper-class of the First Order - how the blazes did they ever find out he took singing lessons as a child?)

Hux may be forced to sing, but there's no way he's taking this lying down. The song he sings is cheery, upbeat - but sung with just the right slant and JUST the right emphasis and an abnormally broad, cheerful grin - it comes off as genuinely terrifying.

+ If the song is Monty Python's "Always Look On The Bright Side of Life"

ministrations (is that even the right word? ministrations? who cares lol)

A+

A+++ RELATABLE AF

I was gonna say I seconded the prompt, that I'd buy ten tickets to see that romantic comedy, but then I read your comment and NOW I WANT TO READ 10 VOLUMES OF STORMPILOT SHOUJO MANGA BULLSHIT OMG

STILL SECONDING THE PROMPT THO

*evil villain laughter*
But I'm glad that you're enjoying both the pain and my writing. :-)

I feel like Finn's attempts to take care of Slip and make sure he didn't fall behind would also mean he tried to teach the guy how to keep up when he wasn't directly covering for him. Something about Finn makes me think that he'd be a great, observant, and really supportive teacher and that he'd be thrilled to be able to help someone by passing on his skills. So gimme Finn teaching people how to shoot better, or self-defense tactics for both field agents and admin staff alike. Let him lead survival training in the woods about how to hunt for himself, find clean water, erect shelter, etc. He's such an incredibly positive guy, I feel like he'd somehow turn all the things the First Order taught him into something that could help others.

(I also would not say no to super proud BF Poe cheering him on in every endeavor)

In a thousand lifetimes, they always find each other.

In a world where mating bonds make individuals physically stronger, Finn is forced into taking one with Poe when Poe gets injured on a mission and would otherwise not survive without the boost of having a mate. Finn feels guilty afterwards for taking the choice from Poe, but not sorry that Poe is alive. He's doing his best to find a way to break the bond to make up for what he had to do in the field.

(Poe, Poe always knew they'd end up with one another, deep in his bones, and while he regrets it couldn't be more romantic, he's happy as long as it's Finn.)

One fingerfucking the other to orgasm while slut shaming him and making him talk about their slutty shenanigans, don't care who is the fingerer and who is the fingeree, anything works!

*HIS slutty shenanigans

This is the best. :D

Poe is 9 years old when the Republic saves a shipment of children who have been ripped from their families and were being sent...somewhere, no one knows.

Finn is adopted by Han and Leia and becomes the baby brother that keeps Ben Solo honest, that makes Ben focused and fiercely protective when Finn is placed in Ben's care because it's "an important big-brother responsibility." Finn is all smiles and light and happiness for years, and Ben wouldn't do a thing in the universe to upset his brother. This time around, the Dark Side doesn't have a chance at tearing him away from his family.

The kids grow up and maybe grow wiser, but Ben never stops being Finn's overprotective big brother, and Poe, Poe only saw Finn as an adorable brat until, well, until he didn't. (Ben isn't gonna like where this goes.)

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 132 of 225

PROMPT POST #5 - CLOSED

This post is closed to new prompts!

Re: Kylo/Hux- Family Dinner

Re: Reysma, Rey is captured by a slaver

Re: Kylo/Hux - Over-stimulation

Re: Kylux | Deaf Hux

Re: Kylo/Hux- Family Dinner

Gen or Hux/Any, alcoholism

Re: Kylux - Emperor Hux and Kylo Rasputin, basically

Re: Kylux | Deaf Hux

Re: Kylux | Deaf Hux

Misfire mini fill: kylo/Finn, cafe AU kinda

Re: Mini!misfire fill: Hux finds a hobby

Re: Finn/Poe, modern au, class difference

minifill

Kylo/Hux: Inappropriately Terrifying

Re: minifill

Re: minifill

Re: Stormpilot AU pretend boyfriends

Re: Fill Part 5: Hux/Leia/Poe, Hux/others, slutshaming (tw: noncon)

Gen or Poe/Finn- Finn is an excellent teacher

Poe/Finn: Reincarnation/Soul Mates

Finn+Poe- ABO, Bonding to save Poe's life

Kylux, dirty talk, tw: slut shaming

Re: Kylux, dirty talk, tw: slut shaming

Re: Kylux | Deaf Hux

Stormpilot AU- Finn saved from FO as a child and adopted by Leia/Han