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OP: this feels like it's edging into that "Hux putting Kylo in his place" kind of dynamic, which I'm really not into, I'm sorry anon :V (Just thought I should mention it in case any potential author anon gets inspired, okay. Sorry.)

Yes yes yes yes yes

After Finn and Poe escape the Finalizer and get shot down Finn wakes up in the desert and goes on to find Rey and BB-8 (like he does in the movie). However, when Poe regains consciousness he has no memory of who or what he is and when the First Order comes looking for their crash site he doesn't even realize they are his enemies, he just asks for help.

…And Kylo Ren immediately decides to take advantage. He convinces Poe that they are married, that Poe was attacked by rebels while on a mission and Kylo was 'so worried' and he was 'looking for him everywhere' – and Poe believes him because there's something very familiar about him and his beautiful, expressive eyes just take Poe's breath away. So, as he doesn't remember any other life, he agrees to trust his husband and go back home with him; and that certainly seems to be the right choice because Kylo turns out to be the most tender, caring spouse he could have ever hoped to have… That is until (much!) later when Finn shows up with Han Solo and Chewbacca (looking for captured Rey) and he runs into Poe – and Poe's memories start flooding back.

BONUS:
- Poe and Kylo have matching tattoos they got as kids and Kylo tells him those are their 'wedding marks'
- Han Solo doesn't die but Kylo still injures him somehow (being with Poe mellowed him down but he keeps trying to do 'the evil thing')
- Poe still gets to blow up Starkiller Base, but when he escapes with his friends he takes defeated Kylo with him

The Resistance realizes that the more sexually frustrated these two are, the more they're likely to take out their tension on the First Order. Both have been manning ridiculously successful missions blowing First Order shit up because they're sublimating their feelings, and so, even though it's cruel, upper command has been doing their best to sabotage Finn and Poe's romance by keeping them apart.

+1 Niiiiice.

I'm picturing fat bloody cigars and ribbons of brightly-coloured, glowing smoke. Space drugs have so much creative potential!

After effects may include: drymouth, boners, feeling like the whole universe maaaaan.

If you don't mind AU's, this fic has doctor Hux tending to Kylo's wounds. http://archiveofourown.org/works/6354706/chapters/14558404

Seconding! I love this prompt.

Kylo constantly popping out of nowhere to ask Hux if he's knocked anyone up yet. Hux being perfectly comfortable with giving his kid to a witch, but potential partners seem to be turned off by it??? How'd they even know that's what he was thinking? Is it his vibe? Is it the witch guy following him around with a sack labelled "contractually promised baby"?

First anon here, and that's cool and understandable, OP! No need to be sorry, since it's your prompt and all! Sorry if my post pulled things in an uncomfortable direction..!

Hux being hoist by his own petard is my jam! Seconded!

OP is on the edge of OP's seat!
So happy to see fill! Such lovely wordcraft! And yes for Leia, poor Leia.

And long hair + beard Hux! Oh yes yes yes.

and rolls his eyes, and then eyes the rolls
Poetic!

The whole thing is poetic!

Haha, I used to like the series too. Filling because nostalgia. Hope you like it OP!

*

Ben was beginning to hate the pink, anime-inspired mascot for this ridiculous website.

"Mr. Ren!" the high-pitched creature cooed excitedly. "Please enter the most desirable qualities for your ideal boyfriend below!"

He groaned as the screen refreshed. Hearing it out loud only made Ben all the more relieved that his roommate had moved out that morning, leaving the apartment to himself. This is what his life had come down to: signing up for sketchy pop-up window dating websites half drunk in the middle of the night.

"My ideal boyfriend..." He whispered, tapping lightly against the keyboard. He'd type in 'my stupid ex-boyfriend's brain in Poe Dameron's body with Rey's personality' if the website could even understand what he meant. With a sigh, the brunette typed: charming, dependable, intelligent, athletic, good-looking, sensitive... Ben hesitated before clicking next. He stared at the small paragraph box for a full minute, almost unblinking even as the harsh light of the laptop screen burned brightly against his sleep-deprived eyes. A quick flick of his wrist brought the clicker away from the button and back into the typing field. Silently, the brunette wrote in one last quality before quickly clicking to the next page.

Completely devoted.

"Good choices, Mr. Ren!" the mascot chirped. "You are all done! Your ideal boyfriend will be with you shortly!"

The corner of Ren's mouth went slack. "What? Where are my matches?" he muttered into the darkness.

The man closed his laptop roughly with a muffled scream. He didn't expect much from clicking on an obnoxiously flashing advertisement at three in the morning anyways.

Ben yawned before lazily shuffling to his room and then into his bed. It's not like he put any of his credit card info into the site. Hell, he didn't even use his real name.

* * *

"I didn't order this," Ben explained for the tenth time.

"Sir, please, I have other deliveries. If this isn't yours, you need to take it to the post office yourself. I just deliver it," The delivery man grunted holding out an electronic pad, awaiting his signature. After a moment of consideration, Ben sighed and yielded.

He pulled the giant, rectangular crate (heavy) covered in stamps and shipping material to the center of his living room. Ben hesitated to open the package, unsure if the postal worker would come back and realize his mistake. The young man paused when he saw the shipping slip posted on the side of the crate:

Mr. Kylo Ren
2156 Alderaanian Way
Corusant, Naboo

Kylo Ren was definitely the fake name that he'd used on that site last night. Ben ran a hand through his hair, tussling as he got to the top. He doesn't remember putting his address in but then again he was sobering up from a bender, so he was pretty out of it.

Ben figures should at least figure out what exactly it was he that he signed up.

The brunette grabbed one of the many irrelevant tools his father had given him over the years -- hammers, crowbars, a hoe -- and tried to pry open the box. Almost as soon as the first corner of the box gave into Ben's attacks, packing material spilled onto the floor of his apartment.

The mess, which Ben would agonizingly have to clean up later, occupied his attentions. He leaned down in an attempt to control the sprawling multicolored spillage until a toe caught his attention.

A brown, masculine toe. Toes.

Ben's eyes slowly followed the string of body parts upwards. Up a toned leg, past a firm thigh and beyond a well-built chest and towards an attractive face.

"Oh shit," Ben spluttered, kicking himself away from the naked man encased by packing peanuts and securely strapped to the sides of the crate. This is definitely illegal. Ben's breath is heavy, adrenaline pumping through him. He'd only just woken up, he wasn't ready for this. "What the actual fuck?"

Ben's eyes darted all over his apartment, a fear that someone must know. His eyes landed on a small red and black booklet amidst the packing peanuts at the box-person's feet. Cautiously, the brunette snapped the manual and retreated back to his position.

The mascot from the website was there. It was perched on top of an ominous logo that looked both like a biohazard symbol and a flower at once. Under any other circumstance Ben would never open it, but upon considering that he may be an accessory to a kidnapping, he relented. The first page featured in rather large block text, the name of the company: First Order Cybernetics LLC.

Dear Mr. Ren,

We appreciate the time you took to fill out our survey. We have found, based on your answers, that you would be an ideal candidate for testing the first model in our new series of mechanical companions. The FN series has all of the desires you specified on your survey. We assure you he is the ideal man for you.

That is to say, we sincerely hope he is to your liking. If there are any systems malfunctions or program discrepancies, please do not hesitate to contact us at ---

Ben stopped reading and fumbled to take his phone out of his pocket, dialing the number at an incredible speed. "Pick up, pick up," he whispered before hearing the distinct click of the phone being answered. "Yes, hello, your company delivered a man to my apartment. I didn't order this!"

There was shuffling on the other end of the line. "You must be Mr. Ren," the feminine voice responded. "It's a pleasure to speak with you. Did FN-2187 arrive unimpaired? Are you having trouble activating him?"

Ben paused a moment, the soothing tone of the woman calming his nerves. "Ma'am, this is a mistake. If I ordered this, fine but I don't want it. There is a no return address --"

"Mr. Ren," she cut him off. "If there is any defect in our product, we will correct it."

"The only defect is that there is a naked, very young man in my living room!" He shouted, rising up to pace in front of his package.

"We're sorry, sir," the woman replied. Ben sighed, about to reassure her that no, it's okay before she spoke again. "Your survey indicated you preferred males. Is this not correct?"

"What?" Ben questioned, confused at the turn the conversation seemed to be taking. "Yes, I like boys. Fuck, I mean I like men. Not boys, and this..." Ben paused to find the right words, "This person you sent me is most definitely not legal," He groaned inwardly at his statement. First and foremost: "Sending people through the mail is most definitely not legal."

"Sir," her tone was now clipped, as if she were the one being inconvenienced. "FN-2187 is 23 years in the making. If it eases your mind, he has parts older than you, Mr. Ren. Furthermore, there are no laws that our corporation knows of that prohibits the postal service from delivering our product to your home. No one would get up in arms about sending a computer in the mail."

"Computer?"

"Yes," The irritation in her voice was palpable. "Did you read the manual? FN-2187 is the beta of a revolutionary line of companion droids. He's designed to be catered to your specifications -- the perfect boyfriend. Handsome, intelligent, talented and absolutely devoted to you and only you, Mr. Ren. We need test data on how he interacts with his master --"

"Please don't use that word," Ben interrupted, quiet and absent-minded. He's staring at the man --FN-2187 -- with a mouth that's suddenly too dry in a room that's suddenly too hot. Absolutely devoted to you and only you, Mr. Ren.

"We need data on how he interacts with you," she amended. "For the others we plan to produce. We cannot start mass production without data on the fundamental purpose on our machine. We ask that you interact with FN-2187 fully. Dates, arguments, shows of affection, copulation..."

"What?"

There was a frown on the other line. "Copulation. It means to have sex."

"I know what it means," Ben replied with a comparative frown, "But he's a robot..."

"He's an android. And fully capable and programmed to pleasure both male and female lovers, if you prefer that," the woman paused for a moment. "FN-2187 will adapt and grow with your relationship. He will modify his behavior to suit your desires. Data collection will occur through his system so you are not expected to do anything tedious, Mr. Ren. It was all stated in the terms of service you agreed to on our website. Now, once again, if anything should go wrong, please contact us. Goodbye."

Click.

Ben stared at his phone. The debate raged in his mind whether to call back. Had he agreed to their terms of service? He must have agreed to something because he's still stuck with FN-2187. Ben retrieved the manual from where he had set it down.

To activate, please firmly press your lips to the FN series'. The machine is programmed to recognize the first person to do this as it's master.

There was no way Ben was kissing him. It. Him. The brunette grabbed various items and pressed them to the android's lips, waiting for a response. Fuck. Ben sighed, squaring himself in front of the crate. He undid the droid's straps, bracing himself for the man to fall over. To Ben's surprise, the android stood rigidly in place.

"All right, I can do this," Ben took a shaky breath. He leaned forward, only hesitating for a moment before he kissed his new boyfriend.

The boy opened his eyes and smiled, excited. The attention to detail must have been intense, even from close up, nothing seemed to give away the fact that he was anything less than human. The boy snaked his arms around Ben's neck slowly as gently before whispering against his chest. "Master Ren, I have been waiting all my life to meet you."

Ben's heart is pounding in his ears. The boy was so earnest that the brunette felt dirty all of a sudden.

The boy looked apologetic as he curled in on himself a bit. "Have I done something to perturb you, Master Ren?"

"No," Ben breathed out shakily. The boy's face is too close, his body hard body inhumanly warm. "Do you have a name?"

"My designation is FN-2187," he replied. He looked up coyly at the human. "Although you may call me anything you would like, Master Ren."

"Finn," Ben blurted quickly, not thinking. FN, Finn. He sure as hell wasn't going to call him a string of numbers. "Is Finn okay?"

"Finn," he smiled more genuinely this time as he tasted the name on his tongue. "I like it."

The corner of the older man's mouth twitched upward. Ben could get used to this.

A member of the heroic trio (Rey/Finn/Poe) gets caught in a fuck-or-die situation (sex pollen/Aliens Made Them Do It, etc.) with a member of the villainous trio (Kylo Ren/Hux/Phasma).

The hero is like, ugh, let's just get this over with so I can go home, take a long shower, and forget it ever happened.

The villain, however, is freaking out. Maybe they're in a monogamous relationship and don't want to cheat on their partner, maybe they're a Kinsey 1/6 (depending on the pairing), or a virgin, asexual, or have suffered past traumatic experiences - for whatever reason, they really, really don't want to engage in sexual intercourse with the hero. Death might actually be preferable.

In the end, the sympathetic hero has to gently talk the villain through it.

OP: Thank you for being so understanding! I was super nervous I was gonna come across as mean or wanky :V You didn't derail at all, I quite liked your description of awkwardly formed little Kylo (ugly duckling that grows up to be a vulture instead of a swan, btw I want to steal that ok). The other comment just had a different vibe than I was going for here, no big deal.

I just want them to do cute domestic things together. Like fold laundry or wash dishes, or cook together.

I just imagine it being ridiculously adorable, where the two of them will be making dinner and reaching around each other for ingredients in a well practiced dance. Poe likes things a little spicy so he keeps sneaking in an extra teaspoon of peppers when Finn's not looking even though Finn is a stickler for following the exact ratios of the recipe.

Or on laundry day, when Poe is watching Finn iron his underwear, because Finn literally irons EVERYTHING, even the bedsheets, and Poe doesn't know whether to be exasperated or incredibly fond.

Or on dish duty, how Finn rolls his eyes because Poe hates putting on rubber gloves to do the wash because they make his hands smell weird, but it's bad for his skin, so Finn gives up and does the washing and Poe does the drying while they're leaning up against each other at the sink.

They're so adorable, guys, let me have this.

Kylo murders people for the First Order. Poe does it for the Republic. They meet on a job and fall in love.

Five years later, they find out their husband is also an assassin when they're both assigned to kill each other.

So here for this sweaty pining. Maybe Finn decides he needs to help Poe out since he clearly doesn't know what he's doing, which involves a lot of touching?

Thanks OP! I'm so glad you like it so far!

I'm working on the second part right now, but for future reference, do you have any kinks/squicks? A preference for who tops or bottoms? I'll try working them in. :)

Thank you!

Thank you!

Hopefully, I won't keep you waiting too long.

I'm so glad!

I'm happy this fic evoked such a strong reaction. ^^

Thank you so much!

HOLY SHIT THIS IS EVERYTHING

@op i am far too busy right now with RL to do anything but second prompts i like, but if no one has filled this by the time my semester's over, i'll definitely do it

Hux commits fraud in order to secure extra financial benefits, via faking marriage records to an oblivious Kylo Ren.

It quickly spirals out of control for Hux when he finds himself using it as a way to deter suitors and to build up his political credibility. It's okay: Ren is never involved with the political side of the Order. No one would dare ask Ren those sorts of personal questions. He barely even interacts with people anyway. It's fine.

Oh but then Kylo gets sent to an event with Hux. And somebody refers to the marriage in front of Kylo and excuse me what was that? How very odd, isn't it Hux. You seem very nervous, darling husband, do you need something to drink?

+ Kylo really plays up the role of a loving, physically affectionate husband to mess with Hux

+++ deadpan Kylo telling people cute and increasingly absurd tales about their fake romance

++++ Hux stressing so much waiting for Kylo to snap that he slowly reaches vaguely hysterical calm as the night progresses (the alcohol helps)

+++++ the fake marriage is consummated

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Re: Hux/Kylo - de-aging, size kink

Re: Kylux or any male character/Hux OR Gen: H/C, starvation, sleep deprivation

Poe gets amnesia after the crash on Jakku (Darkpilot AU)

Finn/Poe- Their UST is winning them the war

Re: Kylux, drug den

Re: Kylo/Hux, medical kink + touch starvation

Re: Kylux or any/any, witches and "maidens"

Re: Hux/Kylo - de-aging, size kink

Re: Kylux Turandot style halfway arranged AU

Re: FILL: Kylux - Lords of Wild Space 1/4

Re: Kylux, Stormpilot - Vacation, Ruined!

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Hero/Reluctant villain - Fuck or Die

Re: Hux/Kylo - de-aging, size kink

Finn/Poe- Domestic stuff

Kylo/Poe, Mr and Mrs Smith AU

Re: Poe/Finn - Finn in the gym

Re: FILL: Kylux - Lords of Wild Space 1/4

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Re: FILL: Kylux - Lords of Wild Space 1/4

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Re: Reylo-Princess Bride AU

Kylux - fake married, crack, Kylo trolls his fake husband