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Jesus, OP, I never knew I wanted this as much as I apparently do.

and then everyone gets a force ghost haunting them, some helpful and some not.

Rey gets Darth Maul because saberstaff (bonus: subsequent grey jedi Rey)
Finn gest granduncle Mace Windu cause COME ON GUYS FINN IS FORCE SENSITIVE THEY GOTTA BE RELATED ALSO WINDU GIVING THE SHOVEL TALK TO THIS FANCY-ASS PILOT AND GODDAMN JEDI-WANNABE FOR COURTING HIS GRANDNEPHEW
Luke gets Yoda because Yoda is unpimressed with Rey's training ("more piggybacks, there must be")
Leia gets Obi-Wan cause she needs a jedi who isnt completely off their rocker
Kylo Ren gets Padme ft.unholy queen rage
And Poe "as Force sensetive as a grimy potato" Dameron inexplicably starts getting haunted by Anakin Skywalker, hotshot pilot and fuckup extraordinaire, and he apologizes for dragging Poe into the Skywalker Family Bullshit™ Then they mod Black-1 together.

+ all this Force ghost fuckery also drums up normal ghost Han Solo
++ he is actually a Force Ghost too

OP - Lmao.

Oh no oh no, these assholes being honest and emotional and in love against the backdrop of unavoidable galactic war! Oh, my heart!

Seconding. Crying.

Yes to all of this.

Hux is just about the most tense person on the Finalizer and it shows in the way his back and neck muscles are all cramped up.

Kylo offers to give him a massage.

It turns into a full body massage with gratuitous use of oil and ends with Kylo basically covering laying-on-his-stomach Hux up with his whole body and giving him a thorough, sensual fucking.

+10000000 i need my rarepair fill like air

Hux gets her a silk-lined casket made of the finest, rarest space metals. Seconded!

Please someone fill this

Okay I'm debating a small fill are we okay with clear grooming/abuse going on with this scene?

One of the many nicknames Neil Gaiman gives Loki in Sandman is Loki Skywalker, and Myth Loki is know to have kids here and there. Now I want MCU!Loki to be the grandfather/grandmother of the Skywalker family.

Maybe he's the father/mother of Shmi, and that's how The Force could impregnate her, since she was a demigoddess.

Maybe he just left here for a moment, but he lost the track of time, and now her daughter is dead... but hey look at that! Her lineage goes on! And what about that Great-great-grandkid Kylo Ren? (And maybe Great-great-grandkid Rey). Does he visits each family member in both the Resitance and the First Order?

Any pairing as long as it is not Reylo.

I'm lowkey obsessed with the Organa-Solos being a sad Jewish family in space, and you've just managed to make that concept even more appealing! (speaking of redheaded Jews, I remember reading somewhere that in some Renaissance art, especially biblical stuff, red hair was actually used as shorthand for Jewish, for good or ill. so there's definitely a historical precedent for that.) hats off to you, OP!

Speaking as an Ashkenazi whose grandfather was a redhead whose genes passed down in a firey way to her first cousin: SECONDED.

(it probably wasn't from the khazars, though. Redheaded Jews show up in the Torah.)

OP here! Certainly welcome! :) thank you!

Hux on the bed, jerking himself off while Kylo watches from a chair and speaks to him.

It doesn't matter what Kylo says, if it's insults or praises or the most lurid fantasies, Hux can get into anything as long as it is said by that voice.

Bonus if a post-orgasm Hux is so eager to please he almost trips over himself to do whatever Kylo wants him to do to get him off.

this is an incredible prompt, OP. I'm going to try my hand at this, as soon as I finish the WIP I've got going on currently. check on this thread every now and then, and one day, I'll have something for you! *blows kisses*

Man, now I really wanna see Poe and Anakin hanging out and modding ships together.

Things tend to go awry when Kylo is involved. His parents' marriage, Jedi academy, Snoke's sudden and untimely death just as Kylo shows up for his final lesson... things just go wrong when he's involved. Is it because he's an emotionally unstable wreck of a human being who prioritizes his whims over strategy and good sense? Or is he the galaxy's living bad omen?

After TFA he goes home to his mother, to help her in her campaign. The Resistance immediately loses several key senators' support -- how dare Leia take in a mass murderer just for the sake of selfish love! -- and the FO has a surge of successes in the field. People make assumptions. Kylo can't stand all this distrust and judgment, so he leaves to rejoin his awful boyfriend... and the FO loses ground. Both Generals become very... suspicious.

Hux convinces him to return to Leia -- family is important, Ren! Blood, water, however that goes, bye have a safe trip don't forget to holo -- who in turn tearfully sends him back -- you can't throw away love, son! Follow your heart! Follow it right back to that facist tool!

Kylo is so confused -- they both want what's best for him, clearly, but he doesn't know what -- or who -- that is.

+++ Leia and Hux "selflessly" arguing over who Ren needs more over holo. Kylo is moved, torn by his conflicting love for both.
+ they legitimately care for him but they have a war to run, dammit

Poe has a bounty on his head or some other reason he'd need to be transported against his will. Whoever took him made the mistake of not gagging him, and Poe eventually charms or negotiates his way out of the situation before they get to their destination.

Would love just the two of them aboard a ship, talking it out. The bounty hunter very badly wanting Poe to shut up but liking the sound of his voice and the fact that Poe's still being nice, despite the situation.

Partial to something serious, with real stakes.

Hux encounters lightside Ben Solo (could be a jedi apprentice or a senator or something else entirely) and becomes obsessed with him. He's very close to his mother and confides in her about his feelings. She's the type of woman who feels her little boy should have whatever he wants so if he wants this Ben then she'll make sure he gets him. She has Ben kidnapped and tortured into submission and presents him to Hux as a perfect broken little pet.

Bonus points if Hux and his mother have a really creepy relationship that isn't incestuous but is definitely weird and inappropriate. Like for example the mother stays and watches as Hux 'plays' with his new pet and Hux has no problem fucking in front of his mom.

(Probably slightly less cracky than you wanted, OP, BUUUUT enjoy the inspirational video as well: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6-QG-rFf4po)

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The door’s not even fully done sliding shut behind them before he’s dropped his bags and let himself be swept into Finn’s arms.

Finn’s as welcome and solid as ever, kissing him earnestly, almost picking him up in his enthusiasm to bring him close and keep him there. He pulls at Poe’s shirt, slipping his hands under it, sliding them along Poe’s back; Poe yanks at the sleeves of Finn's jacket, tries to wrestle it off Finn’s broad shoulders, desperate for better access.

They stumble blindly; Finn, who’s moving backwards, into unfamiliar surroundings he hasn’t even had a chance to get a proper look at, has an excuse; Poe, who’s merely overcome by the chance to rub up against his boyfriend for the first time in maybe two weeks, does not. So when they crash against the converted storage unit that'd held the majority of Poe’s galactic belongings from the ages of four to eighteen, setting the old but well-dusted little league limmie trophies toppling over, it’s more Poe’s fault than anyone’s.

Not that it stops them, at first — Finn’s grabbing his ass and sucking at his tongue and Poe’s taking that as a sign that he’s a-okay with the way things are proceeding. Pressing up against him, cradling Finn’s face in his hands and kissing him harder. Rolling his hips against Finn’s, slowly as he can manage, grinning as Finn moans into his mouth and spreads his legs, letting Poe settle between them.

And then there’s a thump-thump-thump sound from the door, the kind made by someone smacking the palm of their hand against it. Poe just barely stops himself from jolting away from Finn.

His father, sounding more amused than anything, calls out: “You boys okay in there?”

Poe calls back, “Yep!” much too quickly, at a ridiculously high register that’s going to do nothing to convince his father that he and Finn are doing anything but exactly what it sounds like they’re doing. What they are in fact doing. Finn starts to laugh against him, almost silently, and Poe cringes. “Just—” and his mind, his brilliant, strategic, outside-the-box, unmatched-in-a-dogfight mind, just blanks; it’s no match, apparently, for the way Finn’s just barely panting against him, stomach rising and falling shallowly against his, as his hands run lightly along Poe’s ribs. Poe turns his head away, to avoid shouting in his ear, and gives up. “Yep, we’re fine!"

There’s a pause, during which Poe hopes to hell his father is not making use of the emergency override to enter the room. “Uh-huh,” comes the eventual response. The door stays closed. “Two of you should get some sleep,” say Kes, matter-of-fact. “I know I will be, all the way on the other side a’ the house. And so will your grandpa. Who’s just next door."

Finn tenses against him; Poe glances over. His eyes are wide, and Poe holds back a chuckle. Nods in confirmation before pulling away. “Yeah,” he says to himself, to Finn, and then: “I hear ya," he calls out, for his father’s benefit. He rubs at the back of his neck, immediately missing the suffusing heat of Finn’s body against his. “Good night, dad."

“G’night, kid. Good night, Finn!”

Finn’s quick “Good night, sir!” is met with another fond tap against the door, and a “Kes’s fine, Finn!”

Poe lets out a quick huff of laughter, and heads over to the control panel. Eases the lights on, not all the way, but enough for them both to get the lay of the land.

He turns around to find Finn meticulously trying to right all the trophies they’d knocked over, and then blinking at them, taking them in for the first time in the newly available brightness. “Oops?” Finn offers, glancing over at Poe as he comes to help.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s—” not the first time I’ve had a boy in my room, Poe almost says, but thinks better of it. “Not a big deal.”

Finn smiles, and Poe wants to kiss him again; almost does, in spite of the not-so-subtle warning he just got, but then Finn turns his head, goes back to inspecting the trophies, even picking one up to get a better look at the tiny figure frozen in athletic stride. “Look at all these. You must’ve been pretty good."

“Don’t—they’re not—” Finn looks at him again, smirking a little, and Poe can feel himself blushing. “I wasn't. Most’ve them are just—participation things. Everyone on the team got ‘em.”

“‘Poe Dameron — Most Valuable Player, Gordian Reach Junior League’,” Finn reads off the plaque, filled with obvious glee. “Weird thing for everyone on your team to get."

“It just means I passed the ball a lot.”

Finn chuckles to himself, puts down the trophy; runs his finger over the tiny figure once more. “That what your dad would say if I asked him about it?"

“Probably not.” Definitely not; Kes would bring out holocube album with all the ‘vids and the occasional (very occasional) press clippings from the local news. There would be holos of Poe running around in tiny shorts. There would be play-by-play commentary. Poe will now have to devote the rest of his life to making sure that never happens. Screw defending the galaxy from wide scale tyranny, his pride is now at stake.

Finn chuckles, evilly, as if he’s already planning the conversation, and turns around. Whatever he’s about to say is lost as his attention lights on the bed he and Poe’ll be sharing for the duration: “Poe Dameron, are those A-wing bed sheets?”

“Oh, Force dammit, dad,” Poe says, under his breath, because they are — they 100% are. It’s a whole set, actually, pillows and comforter and all, with an alternating pattern of blue and red RZ-1’s, rendered in a charmingly soft and childlike style and begged for, for weeks, by one Poe Dameron. When he was six.

“In my defense,” he says, watching as Finn walks over to the bed, sitting down to take in the rest of the room. “Those were considered super cool when I was a kid.” Finn throws him a look like he maybe doubts this, which is hurtful, really. Poe has to laugh as he joins him on the bed. “Well, by me, anyway."

“And those?” Finn says, nodding up toward the ceiling, where a veritable, if perhaps very tempestuous, fleet of model ships hangs from the ceiling: there’s definitely a preponderance of old Rebellion spacecraft, with your A- and X- wings, a T-1 shuttle like the one they came on, and even some early Republic ships, like the N1-starfighters, but the amount of old Imperial warships, including the not infrequent TIE fighters, is probably surprising and perhaps, if Poe thinks about it, a little insensitive to his present company.

Finn looks nothing so much as delighted, though, and amused — even if Fin’s laughing at him, at least he’s laughing, so Poe doesn’t mind. “My dad and I put most of them together. A lot of them are remote controlled; we used to fly ‘em around in the yard, y’know. I think my dad just wanted to keep me from stealing my mom’s A-wing, honestly.” Finn smiles, and Poe stands up again, eager to show off. “Got me this projector once, too, could do all sorts of star systems up on the wall, ceiling, wherever you wanted—”

“This?” Finn says, and Poe glances back.

“Nah,” Poe says, and goes back to rummaging through his desk. “That’s a holocube album. You press the thing on the side, there’s pictures of—”

“Is this you?” Finn says, practically chortling, because of course it is: Poe’s not sure which set is up first, but it’s bound to be something terrible, either his gangly, awkward pre-teen stage, when his father got particularly holo-happy, or ones featuring the terrible early Academy haircut, or even worse, the baby photos. Poe doesn’t mind, really: there’s worse things to know about him, and most of them, Finn already does.

There’s a strange silence behind him; Poe only notices it retroactively, once it’s broken.

“You look just like your mom.”

Poe snorts. “Yeah, everyone says that.” Everyone always has, ever since he was a kid, but especially now, surrounded by the old Rebel guard, he gets it practically every day. General Ackbar, who can get a little hazy on the distinctions between human genders, has, in moments of not-rare frustration, actually called him Shara by mistake. Honestly, it’s something of an honor.

Poe turns around, about to tell him all that, and Finn’s still staring at the picture. It’s of Poe’s parents on their wedding day, though that's not immediately obvious from the image: both of them in their formal uniforms, bright eyed, hands bound together by a ceremonial purple ribbon. His mom’s beaming at his dad, curls already escaping from the elaborate hairstyle someone’d forced them into; his dad’s grinning at her with tears in his eyes, clearly about three seconds from sweeping her off her feet and twirling her around.

Finn press a button, and the image shifts, to Poe and his mother in the cockpit of her A-wing, Poe’s chubby little hands pressed against the controls as Shara points at something, explaining it, eyes serious and serene, mouth quirking into a slight smile. The image shifts again — it’s the three of them this time, something of an official family portrait, probably sent to his grandfather to assure him that Poe had survived the first year with his parents just fine. His mother’s hair is down, for once, and both Poe and his father have clearly just gotten haircuts and new shirts.

Finn stares at the picture for a moment, than turns the cube off.

Poe joins him on the bed. Their thighs press together, and Finn hazards a quick glance over to him.

“You okay?” Poe says, though the answer’s pretty obvious.

“Yeah.” Finn’s voice is soft, thoughtful. He passes the holocube back to Poe, and then shrugs. “Just thinking."

“About your parents?” Poe asks, because he doesn’t want to presume. Finn doesn’t meet his eye, but nods. Poe leans over, puts the cube back down on the nightstand, and then reaches out, wrapping his fingers around Finn’s wrist. “Well,” he says, careful, casual. “Can tell you this for sure: they must’ve been gorgeous, both of them. And very, very brave."

Finn gives a strangely wary look. “Yeah? How d’you figure that?"

Poe elbows him lightly, throws in a wink for good measure. “You had to get it from somewhere, buddy."

Finn rolls his eyes and turns away, but he’s smiling, a little. “Yeah, I guess.”

“C’mon,” Poe says, tapping his hand onto Finn's thigh. “You heard my dad. Let’s get some sleep, okay?"

Finn looks back at him, intense in that way he gets sometimes, when he’s figuring something out; Poe’s almost used to it by now, doesn’t let it worry him anymore. Eventually, Finn smiles a little, and nudges back. “If you say so, man."

He does, and they do — they both strip down to their underwear and undershirts. Poe turns off the light. Finn slips into bed.

Poe is careful, joining him. It’s a tight fit, smaller than Poe’s bunk back on base, which at least was designed for a grown man. His options are limited, and what he wants, really, is to drape himself all over Finn and settle in, maybe see where the proximity leads. But between the bedsheets and the baby pictures and the grandfather in the next room situation, to say nothing of the Finn’s sudden stillness, Poe figures the mood’s been pretty well killed. He settles for lying on his side, and Finn mirrors him, leaving them face to face and close enough to touch, but still apart.

Which is fine. Finn’s warmth is enough, having him there is enough. Seeing him across the scant inches between them, softly lit by the glimmers of reflected planetary light. Finn smiles at him, then opens his mouth as if to speak. But he hesitates, forehead wrinkling, and then blinks. “What the hell is that?”

Poe frowns. “What the hell is what?”

“The…” Finn waves his hand vaguely, by his ear. “Buzzing?"

Poe listens for it. Chuckles. “Oh. Yeah. That’s the piranha beetles.”

“The…piranha beetles,” says Finn, dryly.

“Oh yeah, they’re these vicious little bastards — conventional wisdom’s they can eat the flesh clean off a runyip in under five minutes, but that’s really down to the size of the swarm, y’know? You only hear them at night if they’re buildin’ a new hive, and we try and keep them away from the ranch, usually clear out the—” he stops short, because Finn’s lips have found his in the not-quite darkness.

It’s a nice kiss, soft and wet, just a hint of tongue; Poe shuts his eyes and leans into it, wrapping an arm around Finn’s waist to drag himself closer.

“Wow,” Poe says, when they break apart. “Didn’t think the beetle talk'd be that much of a turn on."

“It wasn’t,” Finn says, fingers stroking the back of Poe's neck, thumb running along the side of Poe’s jaw.

“Nah?” Poe says, squirming a little closer, so they’re chest to chest. He feels Finn’s dick twitch against his stomach. “You don’t wanna hear about how they can smell blood from two miles—” Finn laughs a little, and kisses him again. Wetter this time, more tongue; Poe slips his thigh between both of Finn’s, grins as Finn grinds up against him.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, practically into Finn’s mouth, and Finn shushes him, before leaning in, kissing him harder. Poe goes with it, rocking against him, pulling artlessly at Finn’s shirt.

They’re a heady tangle of limbs, residual giggles, and good intentions at first. Poe’s hard, of course, just from being that close to him — hell, just from kissing him, sometimes — but it’s not till Finn groans in frustration and rolls them over that the reality of the situation hits him: he’s a grown man about to get off in his childhood bedroom, in his childhood bed, and while it’s hardly the first time that’s happened, now it’s with an ridiculously attractive and impossibly sweet man that he’s maybe entirely in love with, which is new.

Sixteen year old him is ecstatic. Thirty-two year old him worries they’re going to fall off the bed.

Finn presses him against the mattress, the weight of his body pinning Poe down, grounding him in the moment — Poe looks up at him, and his breath catches. He reaches out, rests the palm of his hand to Finn’s cheek. Finn’s expression is hard to read, in the dark, but Poe catches a glimmer of confusion and perhaps even concern, so he grins. “Hey,” he says, a little coy. “Fancy meeting you here."

Finn snorts and maybe rolls his eyes. “Yeah,” he says, leaning in. “Fancy that.”

Finn bypasses his mouth this time, opting to drop warm, wet kisses up the side of Poe’s throat. Poe leans his head back, arching his neck, encouraging him, while trying to shift away from the edge of the bed, as subtly as he can. It’s a bit of a struggle, with Finn covering him, with Finn’s cock straining against his. Poe does his best not to melt, to not get lost in the feeling, at least until they’re centered in the narrow bed and Finn's settled easily between his legs.

He closes his eyes. Finn pants against his ear, heavy and familiar. Poe runs a hand along Finn’s side, slips another up and under Finn’s shirt. Finn murmurs something, soft, pleased, in his ear.

Their hips slide together; gently, at first. Poe finds himself tracing the too-smooth scar bisecting Finn’s spine, more out of habit than anything, and swallows hard. Thrusts up against Finn, wanting a reminder of Finn’s strength, of his hard-won resilience. Finn gives it, grinding down against him, burying his nose in Poe’s hair; Poe rocks back, and it escalates, as it usually does, till they’re rutting against each other hard enough to send the bed frame slamming against the wall behind it.

Poe’s willing to let that go—people move around in their sleep all the time, what’s a bit of bed slamming in the middle of the night, really?— but Finn pulls back again, body tense, shoulders rigid with apparent embarrassment.

“Shhh,” Poe says, holding in a nervous giggle of his own. “C’mere, c’mon, we can—”

“Poe—”

“You feel so good,” he says, which is playing a little dirty, but he catches sight of Finn’s quick, shy grin, and rubs at his back. “I wanna…”

“Yeah, I know you wanna."

Poe sobers instantly. “We don’t have to—"

Finn groans a little, and surges back against him, kissing him soundly. Pulls back. Perches over Poe, hands flat on the mattress, leaving their hips to press together, along with their cocks; a very frustrating position, to be frank. “Your dad—"

“Other side of the house,” Poe says quick, breathless. “Won’t hear a thing."

“Your grandfather—"

“Deaf as a post.” It’s true enough, and hey, it works, because Finn chuckles, and relaxes.

Poe smiles, and slides his hand down, pushing Finn’s underwear out of the way. Wraps a light hand around Finn’s cock, and gives a couple of quick, loose strokes. Finn squirms a little in his grip, and the mattress squeaks. They both try not to dissolve into giggles, but Poe can feel him, shaking with contained mirth; presses his palm to Finn’s stomach, feels the firm muscles twitch.

“Don’t move,” he says, thoughtlessly, and Finn doesn’t: keeps almost preternaturally still, actually, as Poe jerks him off, even as his cock begins dripping. Poe lets the precome coat his fingers, rubs his thumb against the slit. Finn lets out a rough, shuddery breath; his arms, still bracketing Poe’s body, tremble with effort.

“C’mere,” Poe murmurs, and Finn leans in. Poe lifts his head to kiss him. Tries to keep the pace of his palm going, and has to reach out, wrap his hand around the back of Finn’s neck for leverage.

It’s not the most comfortable position he’s ever been in, admittedly; half sitting up, half lying on the bed, entirely dependent on Finn for balance. He’d go so far as to call it awkward as hell, nice as it to be kissing Finn again. He's not in it for long, at least — Finn comes suddenly, onto Poe’s shirt, with a gasp.

They tumble back onto the bed, which makes a low, wheezing sound in response.

Finn’s very warm and very loose, and he smells amazing, all sweaty satisfaction. Poe’s very, very hard, and none of that is helping, except that in a manner of speaking it is — it’s helping to make him more desperate, but it feels more than a little rude to rub up against Finn’s stomach while he’s still recovering.

Finn inhales, slow and deep; Poe feels his chest rise and fall with it, feels the warm bloom of the exhaled air through the thin fabric of his undershirt. Sighs with relief the second Finn’s hand begins to creep down his chest. Comes in what feels like an instant, after barely four steady strokes to his cock, and feels much too good to be embarrassed about it.

It does leave a bit of a mess, though; his come, all over his shirt, mixed with Finn’s. As romantic an image as that undoubtedly is, by morning, it’ll be pretty unpleasant. He sighs.

“Where’re you—” Finn reaches for him, as he sits up. The mattress creaks, yet again.

“Shh,” Poe says, slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it toward his desk. “Stay down."

“Okay,” Finn mumbles, tone drowsy and fond. His broad hand finds the small of Poe’s back and encourages him back down, flopping graceless and suddenly exhausted across Finn’s chest. Finn strokes at his now-bare skin like he’s never had a chance to before, which is patently untrue. “I like this look."

Poe snorts, settling in against him. “Yeah, yeah."

For a moment, there’s silence – no buzzing of carnivorous insects, no squeaking of beds. Just Finn’s still-steading breaths mixed with his own. And then:

“Hey,” Finn says, softly.

Poe nuzzles a little closer to him, just because he can, pressing his nose to the curve between Finn’s neck and his shoulder.

“What?"

“Don’t think I missed that framed photo of General Organa on your desk over there.”

Poe groans, as Finn starts to giggle underneath him.

“It’s signed, too,” he says, because he’s a masochist. “I sent a letter, when I was like, twelve, and she—" and Finn has to press his face into Poe’s hair to muffle his laughter. “What?” Poe says, barely able to contain his own. “I was a really big fan as a kid.”

“Oh, right, as a kid.” Finn snorts, and Poe nips lightly at the side of his neck in retribution. Finn doesn’t seem to take it as such, wraps an arm around Poe’s waist to draw him closer.

“Get some sleep, buddy."

“I’ll do my best, kid,” Finn says, snickering.

General Hux and Senator Ben Solo are having a secret affair. When someone gets hold of a seriously filthy sex tape or intimate pictures of Hux fucking Ben they immediately send them to the media. Soon they are everywhere. The entire galaxy knows and everyone is talking about it.

On the First Order side Hux is treated like a hero for nailing his rival's son like a whore. On the Resistance side Ben is slut-shamed to hell and back for spreading his legs to the enemy.

Bonus points if they meet up again once the news has broken and Hux is super smug and possessive about the fact that everyone now knows that Ben is his slut.

My needs are simple: I would just love to see married!powercouple!Kylux celebrating being rulers of the galaxy. Maybe they've finally struck a decisive blow against the Resistance, maybe there's some sort of galactic holiday, but I'd love to see Emperor Hux making a public appearance to cheering crowds accompanied by his consort and knight, Kylo Ren, who is heavily pregnant with the couple's first child and dressed to the nines, still managing to look absolutely terrifying and more than capable of tearing his enemies apart despite what other people might call his "delicate condition."

Bonus:
+ Hux makes a speech and at one point makes reference to the "future of the empire", aka the child Ren carries, and places his hand demonstratively over Kylo's stomach. Kylo smiles, deadly and full of razor-sharp pride.
+ Anon would be up for pregnant!sex following Hux and Kylo's retreat from the public celebrations, but this is not required.
+ If the First Order is celebrating a decisive victory of the Resistance, OP would love it if Leia had to bear witness to her son's condition and relationship with General (now Emperor) Starkiller.

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Hux/Kylo, voice kink

Re: Gen, Han Recklessly Endangered Ben a lot

Re: gen - too mnay force users together make a force ghost beacon

Kylo/Hux + Leia, playing hot potato with Kylo's loyalty

Poe/Bounty Hunter, Poe/Any: Negotiates his own release

Hux/Ben AU - Kidnapping, Torture, Non-Con, Stockholm Syndrome

FILL: Poe/Finn: "My parents are going to hear us!" (Do It On My) Twin Bed (1/3)

FILL: Poe/Finn: "My parents are going to hear us!" (Do It On My) Twin Bed (2/3)

FILL: Poe/Finn: "My parents are going to hear us!" (Do It On My) Twin Bed (3/3)

Hux/Ben - Secret Affair, Slut-Shaming

Kylux, Emperor Hux, mpreg.