#darkgingerpilot

[rommonoch]

More chibis, because why not. This time accompanying Hux is Poe and Kylo

🖤 🧡💛

Extra under cut:

Their companions:

A friend suggested that Kylo maybe be a dog person so yeah. He'd own a great dane maybe

[supremebitchkyloren]

Just gonna plug the Kylo fan discord server again! We've started up a casual writing group there too just to try to give each other some encouragement and see if we can finish some projects!

But we're a pretty chill group over all and we have channels for a bunch of different Kylo ships!

[cupidofcaravaggio]

Armitage Hux is 100% the kinda guy to correct someones spelling during sexting

[solohux]

May I ask for "All I wanted was for you to be happy" with Alpha Kylo and his omega consorts Hux and Poe? 👀

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren is the envy of alphas, betas and omegas alike. They want what he has; the power, the wealth, the omegas. The two omegas are always at Kylo’s side whenever he’s at home in his grand palace on Minoas, both either at his feet or in his lap, treated with sure care and grace by the Leader himself as though they’re both precious jewels.

And after a long mission away, it’s back into the arms of his two beloved mates and the sounds of intense lovemaking can be heard from Kylo’s chambers

“Ride him harder,” Poe says into Hux’s ear as they both straddle Kylo’s body in the middle of their extraordinarily large bed, though Hux is having his turn bouncing on the alpha’s knot whilst Poe is behind him, kissing his neck.

“I-I can’t,” Hux moans, resting his head back on Poe’s shoulder whilst Kylo’s large, rough hands stroke up his thighs. “He’s so big.”

“What if I helped?” Kylo says, winking at Poe—who gets the message loud and clear and moves to lie next to his strong, alpha mate on the bed, pushing two of his own fingers inside of his wet hole and gets ready for the show.

“Oh, oh, alpha!” Hux shrieks when Kylo pistons his hips into him, fucking him within an inch of his life, making him come around his cock in record time.

Kylo locks lips with Poe when his knot pops inside of the trembling omega in his lap, using him like a cocksleeve to work himself through his orgasm, lifting Hux up and down when his strength leaves him in the aftermath of his climax.

And after things have calmed down and all three of the mates are lying together in bed—Kylo in the middle and with an omega in each arm—he kisses them both deeply.

“All I wanted is for you to be happy,” he says gently, using the Force to gather up the finest, warmest blankets from the chest and drape them over their cuddle pile. From the sounds of Hux’s breathing, he’s already fallen asleep with his head resting on Kylo’s chest, almost purring in contentment.

“We are,” Poe says, mirroring Hux’s position and lying upon Kylo’s other breast, taking hold of his fellow omega’s slack hand beneath the covers.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way,” Kylo says.

“I know. We know.”

[gaylo-ben]

Poe/Hux/Kylo - Peaceful Negotiations

They decided they could share the First Order's finest General. Part of the peace treaty meetings between the First Order and the New Republic included sharing Hux between Kylo and Poe, the former best friends.  The Peace negotiations go well.

Pants included for tumblr, but if you dont like pants go to patreon/gayloben totally free art for public view

[elderbwrry]

Even if he doesn't say so - Chapter 2/?

Kylo/Hux/Poe Witcher AU

Chapter summary: The trouble with trinkets is they make people jealous. Or maybe that's just Kylo.

Chapter 1 here, 2 below or on Ao3, 3

Wordcount: 2029

Kylo raised his sword and brought it down fiercely on the horrible carnivorous vines he'd been hired to clear out of the local village's moor edge. The things had already munched their way through a cow and half a sheep, and the villagers were worried a child would be next. Perhaps to his own detriment, Kylo wasn't really all that interested in the reasons why he'd been hired; he was far more interested in the coin he'd get out of the experience, and the opportunity to really let loose some destructive energy.

Of course, Kylo had been trained well in fencing, dagger fighting, stave fighting and in hand to hand combat, but for his typical work, he favoured the longsword. The weight of it felt so right in his hands, the swing of it, the sharp edge or the blunt hit, the way it gleamed red after drawing blood. For most monsters, it worked perfectly well, but even then the necessity to dodge or force down some kind of potion usually took the pleasure out of the pure heft behind it. These vines, however, were easy game. They thrashed, shot out poisonous barbs, but mostly they stayed in one place. That meant Kylo could swipe the metal through them with abandon, and still be assured he'd meet his mark.

He hacked and slashed, let a furore course through his veins and out into his surroundings, over and over and over through whatever fleshy leaf, woody stem, fibrous buds he could reach with metal and intensity. When finally he let his sword drop to trail its point through the under-brush at his side, it was carnage. He went around the area, plunging the blade as deep as it would go into each root stump until he was satisfied that nothing was living, before stalking away from the destruction.

Chest heaving, he found a flat, dry piece of ground and lay down, looking up at the clouds and basking in the feeling of action still tingling through his arms, into his fingers, out into the earth and the air around him. He felt connected – to the ground he was lying on, to the source of his own power, without being worried he was lost in the force of a potion. This was all him.

Back in the village, when they'd described to Kylo what he was out to fight, Hux had listened carefully and given a fancy academic name for the vines. Kylo stuck with the common name, shrugging and standing to head off immediately. Hux had reprimanded him and delayed him until he'd found an anti-toxin potion to order Kylo to take before engaging the things, which Kylo had ignored. Now, looking down at his legs and seeing several barbs sticking out of them, Kylo again heard Hux telling him, “They have poisonous thorns, you know,” in exactly that tone that could piss him off just as much as it could make him want to pounce on Hux and make his annoyance known by ripping a few tunic seams in the process.

Still, the mage was right, as per fucking usual.

Kylo hauled himself up to sit, drew the potion out of a pocket and downed it, picking the barbs out while he waited for it to take effect. The pricks tingled a bit, but it wasn't anything too bad, certainly not to the severity that Hux's wariness had suggested. Though it was nice that he'd given him the potion. It felt like being looked out for.

He let his mind drift to how Hux and Poe would be doing. The mage was likely offering common-sense medical advice to the villagers in the most deadpan delivery possible, or flicking through one of the books he'd brought with him in his seemingly bottomless bags. Poe had been eager to do his usual thing and perform a little in the tavern. His voice was so wonderful, Kylo found himself thinking, the sparkle in his eyes as he reached the punchline of a bawdy tune, and the way he could command a room, tell a story better than anyone else before...

Well, Kylo should be getting back.

He stood, gave the area one last cursory look for any vines he'd missed, and, seeing nothing, turned to go. He was just sheathing his sword when he stopped, eyes catching on a clump of cheerful orange and white flowers which had managed to survive his visit, just on the edge of the carnage.

“Hmm.”

When Kylo returned to the village tavern and gave Poe those same flowers, Poe's face lit up with a smile. “Well, don't I feel special.”

Kylo noticed Hux eyeing them. Shit, had he done something wrong? “They're not poisonous too, are they?” he asked.

Hux seemed to snap out of some kind of reverie. “No, they're... they're just normal flowers. Excuse me,” he stood from the table he was sat at and made for the stairs.

If Kylo didn't know better about Hux's taste in “useless gestures” like flowers, he would have thought he should have brought Hux some as well.

[break]

They stopped at the next city. Kylo wasn't sure they should stay – there were no contracts of the style he took, and, in his opinion, staying pointlessly at a place like this was a recipe for trouble – but Poe wanted to get some supplies and try out a some new material with a more cosmopolitan crowd, and Hux claimed he had someone he wanted to visit, so stay they did.

Hux disappeared off into the bustling crowds early in the morning, and, later, Poe dragged Kylo off to the market. Kylo started to suspect he was only there so that Poe could make him carry things, which would grate on him usually, but he found didn't mind all that much, since it meant he got to spend time with the bard.

Poe was a people person, a fact which Kylo had always known, but it was never so clear as when he was not trying actively to entrance people as he did when performing – somehow not putting it on made it all the more obvious this was just him. He would flash charming grins to the women and manoeuvred through the crowds with an ease Kylo was jealous of.

For his own part, Kylo always felt the need to keep his hood low, to keep out of sight, even going so far as to cast a glamour some witch had taught him years ago. It was a weak thing, but eyes slid off him like water droplets off a bird. With Poe, however, he didn't need it; the man was so magnetic as it was, there was barely anyone who would bother to stare at anyone else. (Kylo included himself in that number.)

Finally, they came to a stand selling all sorts of gold and silver jewellery, pretty trinkets, gemstones on cords. One brooch caught Poe's eye – a dragon. “This is some amazing craftsmanship,” he noted, striking up an easy conversation with the stall keeper. When the man had to tend to another customer, he turned back to Kylo. “I'd love to fly. Do you think I'd be a good dragon?”

“You'd be great,” Kylo told him honestly. He was certain Poe would command the skies, given half the chance, and push back against the hunters until the entire Continent was dragon territory once again. The mental image morphed into one of Poe in front of a victory banner, the name of a great flying lizard no more than an epithet used by the forces he'd become leader of. It was a good look in him; he may not want to be in charge of his home kingdom, but with a cause like that, and people to follow him, he could be formidable. Lost in the daydream of Poe as some kind of dragon king of the skies, Kylo pointed at the brooch. “Do you want to get that?”

Poe looked at it thoughtfully, enough that Kylo could see the conflict in his thoughts. “Nah,” he said eventually, “it's expensive and... I have stuff at home.” He began walking away, and Kylo trailed after him, thinking it was a pity – the brooch would look so wonderful on him. “Maybe I could get Hux to transfigure me or something,” Poe mused, a glint of humour in his eye as Kylo blanched.

“I'm not sure that's how it works...”

“Imagine it though. Flap flap, blagh, I'm a dragon.”

[break]

A day after they left the city, they made their first camp at the edge of a copse. Kylo was checking over his armour while Poe and Hux were sat on a log opposite him, Poe cooking a fowl on the fire and Hux watching him do it. Kylo had let himself fall into a somewhat meditative state as he worked everything over, but a glint of silver and amber across camp hooked him out of it.

Hux had withdrawn a small pouch from his pocket, and withdrawn from that again a brooch. Another second let Kylo confirm – it was the very brooch from the city market. How had he known? Then he was handing it to Poe with a smooth, “I saw this and thought of you.” Bastard.

Poe was speechless for a second. “You shouldn't have,” were the first words out of his mouth.

“Well I can always-”

“No, I'll...” Poe reached to take it from Hux's hand. Kylo's jaw clenched as Poe's fingers lingered for too long. “Thanks, Hux. This is... wow.” He put it on, pinning it over his heart.

“It isn't straight.” Without waiting to be asked, Hux reached up with deft mage's fingers to fix it, smoothing out the fabric more than was necessary. “There.”

The leather armour in Kylo's grip creaked. Poe didn't hear it, but Hux shot him a look and... was that a smirk?

Then it hit Kylo; those flowers he'd given to Poe weeks ago must have made Hux jealous. It did not enter into Kylo's conception that Hux could simply like seeing Poe happy – happiness could be a part of it, certainly, but Hux was too cunning, too driven by ulterior motives for it to be that simple – or that Hux's feeling at seeing Poe like another person's gift could be any different to what Kylo himself was now feeling at seeing the same.

Well, if this was to be a game of one-upmanship, Kylo was sure he'd find a way to win. To make Poe smile like that, run a hand through his curls self-consciously as he now was – Kylo could do that just as well as Hux could. The rest of the evening, his mind was spinning with things he could give to the bard, trinkets of affection he could source the next time they crossed a place which dealt in such things.

The fire burned down and Hux retreated into his tent for the evening, Poe and Kylo settling on their bedrolls. They ended up facing each other, so Kylo, with his Witcher eyes, was not spared the view of Poe's finger fiddling with the brooch as he smiled to himself.

“He shouldn't have got it for me,” Poe mumbled again, as if sensing Kylo's train of thought, “It's probably gonna get broken.” Then, quieter, “I worry enough about whether you two will stay in one piece, I'd rather not worry about tiny things like this as well.”

Kylo thought about that for a minute. “You worry about us?” He couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice. Out of all of them, Poe was the one who should be being worried about – Kylo himself was nigh on destructible, and Hux would probably survive anything out of sheer spite, even discounting his magic.

“Shut up,” Poe chuckled.

Kylo watched him smile up blankly at the canopy. And... if Poe could be happy like that without being showered with gifts, if it would please him more to worry about them less, maybe Kylo didn't need to compete with Hux. Perhaps the three of them were good enough as they were.

[gamebird]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Poe Dameron/Armitage Hux, Poe Dameron/Kylo Ren Characters: Poe Dameron, Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren Additional Tags: Tragedy, Public Humiliation, Sexual Abuse, Captivity, Mind Manipulation, Extremely Dubious Consent, Poe's Bad Luck Series: Part 3 of Old Works Written After TLJ Came Out Found on My Computer Summary:

Poe is captured a second time and brought onboard the Finalizer.

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Gamebird’s comment: Fuck yeah, this is a GOOD STORY! And it’s a good story, too. Keep at it as you read. This is one where ‘wait for it’ applies. The sex gets a little weird in the middle but (I think) that’s intentional and OMG is there a payoff at the end. I dunno, YMMV, but I found this delightful, intriguing, startling, and very mind-bendingly cool.

I don’t recc other people’s stories very much, but you gotta check this one out.

[ggerisminth]

For everyone upset about Star Wars 9 there's always porn.

[part-timewonders]

kill the messenger (FO!Poe/Hux AU)

Since there was no way I was going to finish this in time, here is a quick snippet of the sequel to “not shy of a spark,” also for @gingerpilotweek‘s AU day! I’ve had a lot of fun with this FO!Poe AU...

There is one-sided kylux discussed under the cut, if you’re into that. If you’re not into that... I don’t know. It’s all @sternfleck‘s fault that it even happened, lol.

Disclaimers: this is unedited and incomplete, and is one very small part of a longer fic.

*******

“You’ve got to stop tormenting Lord Ren like that,” Dameron says from his favorite place in Hux’s quarters, which happens to be his bed, the sheets draped over his hips as he lounges there like he was born to do so.

It also happens to be Hux’s favorite place for him too. “What are you on about?” he asks, although he should know better by now than to ask, especially if it concerns Ren, and their earlier spat, witnessed by multiple troopers and Dameron’s entire squadron on their way to their barracks after a training exercise.

There’s a reason why he and Dameron are here, right now, instead of Hux being on the bridge and Dameron in his own quarters. Ren may work his frustrations out on the command consoles of the ship, but Hux feels his methods of anger management are much more productive.

Dameron smirks, which doesn’t bode well for Hux’s state of mind. “When you were arguing with him last shift, in the hallway. Getting all close to him like that. The whole ship knows it by now. He’s got it bad for you. Following you around, getting in your space all the time… just so you can be mean to him. He’s so into it. How he hasn’t died yet from how much he wants you, I don’t know.”

“You flirted incessantly with me for a full year, you cannot be giving anyone grief about adolescent feelings,” Hux protests, and then realizes that he’s walked right into the trap. “And he isn’t doing that because he’s flirting. You can’t tell a thing he’s thinking under that blasted mask anyway. He hates me, just as much as I hate him, and—”

“I don’t need to see his face, just his body language. He wants to be where I am right now. Right here,” Dameron interrupts, with just enough bite in his voice that Hux falls silent and blinks at him.

“Jealous, are we?” he finally asks. It’s the only thing he can think to say.

It’s Dameron’s turn to flush, although on him, it’s a becoming tint of pink on his cheeks. He looks away from Hux, up at the ceiling. “Well, I guess I could learn to share, but he doesn’t seem like the type either.”

[thediktatortot]

Tags: 

Dubious Consent

Dom/sub

Unsafe Sex

Unhealthy Relationships

Subspace

Non-Consensual Spanking

Not Safe Sane and Consensual

Oral Sex

Rough Oral Sex

Spit As Lube

Anal Fingering

Anal Plug

First Order Poe Dameron

Dark Poe Dameron

[roleplayfinder]

I'm 20yrs old, 18+ please! I'm looking for a darkpilot (or darkgingerpilot) rp! Although, I'm open to lots of m/m ships so feel free to suggest anything else you're a fan of! Message me on tumblr if you're interested, though I prefer to rp on discord! I can do tumblr dms if you'd rather, though. Literate rp only please! I usually like to start with 4-6 paragraphs to keep it interesting. Plus, I'm out of classes this week due to the virus so I'll be free (and bored) all day!

[star-wars-ao3-fandom-stats]

AO3 stats for smaller Star Wars Sequel Trilogy pairings - June the 2nd, 2019

Here’s the current list of the Sequel Trilogy ships with 20-99 fanworks on AO3, excluding Official-Character/OC ships.

I always treat Kylo, Ben and Matt as the one and the same person, not separate entities. The same goes for Anakin and Vader.

For the first time I include reader inserts and crossovers.

The differences between the ranking published 4 weeks ago and the one published today are in the brackets.

1. Dopheld Mitaka/Kylo Ren 91 and 2 works tagged only as Matt the Radar Technician/Dopheld Mitaka - 93 (0)

2. Luke Skywalker/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - 91 (0)

3. Armitage Hux/Phasma/Kylo Ren - 89 (+1)

4. Poe Dameron/Jessika Pava - 86 (+3)

5. Armitage Hux/Dopheld Mitaka/Kylo Ren - 84 (0)

6. Poe Dameron/Leia Organa - 75 (0)

7. Kaydel Ko Connix/Poe Dameron - 73 (+2)

8. Finn/Kylo Ren/Rey 57 and 12 works tagged only as Finn/Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren and 2 works tagged only as Finn/Rey/Ben Solo - 71 (+2)

9. Rey (Star Wars)/Reader - 65 (not included in the previous ranking due to being a reader insert)

10. Armitage Hux/Rose Tico - 64 (+6)

11. Snoke/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - 60 (0)

12. Leia Organa/Rey - 59 (+1)

13-14. Poe Dameron/Finn/Rey/Rose Tico (0), Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren/Reader 48 and 4 works tagged only as Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren/Reader (not included in the previous ranking due to being a reader insert) - 52

15. Poe Dameron/Luke Skywalker - 50 (0)

16. Finn/Reader - 49 (not included in the previous ranking due to being a reader insert)

17. Poe Dameron/Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - 48 (+1)

18. Poe Dameron/Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren 31 and 12 works tagged only as Poe Dameron/Kylo Ren/Rey and 3 works tagged only as Poe Dameron/Rey/Ben Solo - 46 (+1) 

19. Dopheld Mitaka/Phasma - 45 (0)

20. Phasma (Star Wars)/Reader - 44 (not included in the previous ranking due to being a reader insert)

21. Finn/Armitage Hux - 42 (0)

22. Kylo Ren/Ben Solo 29 (+1) and 10 works tagged only as Matt the Radar Technician/Kylo Ren (not included in the previous ranking) - 39

23. Chewbacca/Maz Kanata - 37 (0)

24. Poe Dameron/Amilyn Holdo - 35 (0)

25. Kylo Ren/Anakin Skywalker 22 and 9 works tagged only as Kylo Ren/Darth Vader - 31 (0)

26. Poe Dameron/Finn/Rose Tico - 28 (+4)

27. Armitage Hux/Armitage Hux - 27 (0)

28. Poe Dameron/Paige Tico - 26 (0)

29. Armitage Hux/Knights of Ren - 25 (0)

30-32. Clyde Logan/Rey (Star Wars) (not included in the previous ranking due to being a crossover), Armitage Hux/Luke Skywalker (+1), Finn/FN-2003 | Slip (0) - 24

33-38. Knights of Ren/Kylo Ren (0), Karé Kun/Temmin "Snap" Wexley (0), Dopheld Mitaka/Thanisson (-1), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren/Han Solo (0),  Poe Dameron/Han Solo (0), Poe Dameron/Finn/Kylo Ren/Rey (-1) - 23

39-41. Poe Dameron/Terex, Phasma/Unamo (Star Wars), Armitage Hux/Snoke - 22 (0)

42-43. Ben Solo | Kylo Ren/Rose Tico 17 and 3 works tagged only as Kylo Ren/Rose Tico and 1 work tagged only as Matt the Radar Technician/Rose Tico (+1), Dopheld Mitaka/Reader (not included in the previous ranking due to being a reader insert) - 21

[astrozcmbie]

quick doodle of my three favorite boys

[solohux]

Ok now I'm thinking of omega!Poe and omega!Hux trying to seduce big strong alpha!Kylo for their coming heats and 🥵

Ohhhh my word. 🔥🔥🔥

Poe and Hux are the only two omegas on board the Finalizer so it’s natural for their heats to have synced. Neither of them have ever been knotted by an alpha before but they plot together to get Kylo to be the one to take them both. Kylo Ren is everything they want in a mate so instead of fighting over him, they work to seduce him.

They bend over in front of him on the bridge. They schedule their gym time to coincide with Kylo’s so they can work out in front of him and make suggestive noises as they lift weights. They even leave some of their slick-soaked underwear in Kylo’s chambers as an obvious ‘come and get us’ sign but Kylo resists it all.

And then, General Hux gets a message from Lieutenant-Pilot Dameron requesting medical leave for 3-5 days for an undisclosed reason. Hux knows that Poe’s heat must have begun to his mustn’t be far behind.

Poe and Hux generally share their heats; having the company of an omega is a little comforting. Better than suffering alone! At least they understand each other’s pain!

On the way back to Poe’s chambers, Hux bumps into Kylo who’s been tracking the scent of an omega in heat. He’s finally given in to their seduction. The scent of Poe’s heat has brought all of his suppressed feelings out and he’s ready to fuck them both.

It’s the most intense and the most pleasurable heat that both omegas have ever experienced.

[gaylo-ben]

Kylux - Powercoupling the Resistance

They interrogated the Pilot, and together they looked everywhere for the map...

//love Kylo and Hux exerting themselves on behalf of the First Order! Hands-on interrogation. Poe will be okay, he loves the adrenaline. ;)

[elderbwrry]

Even if he doesn’t say so - Chapter 4/?

Kylo/Hux/Poe Witcher AU

Chapter summary: Poe gets into a barfight - minor warnings for blood. (word count 2141)

Chapters 1, 2, 3 and on ao3

Kylo and Hux were on their way back to the tavern where Poe would be giving his latest performance...

They had spent all the afternoon consulting with the mayor of this backwater little town as to what services they could possibly render him. He was an odious man who didn't seem to know exactly what he was talking about, and prattled on for hours about werewolf sightings – Kylo was almost certain that the mayor's reports were only rumour – before changing tack to ask Hux a million pointless questions. It had taken so long that it was now almost night. The least he could have done, if all he wanted was to be able to say he'd met a mage and a Witcher, was compensate them for their time. Still, it had been fun to see how politely Hux could insult him.

There was a considerable noise coming from somewhere ahead of them on their path, and, as they rounded the corner, it became clear that the source was the tavern. The place was full to bursting, people crowding in the door and standing on tip toes to see in. The music which should have been flowing out of the place was instead replaced with shouts and jeering. Hux and Kylo figured out what was happening at virtually the same time, quickening their pace.

The place smelt of spilt beer and sweat, and the loud, human noise bit at Kylo's senses with an acidic tang between his eyes and at the back of his neck, making his fists curl. Hux shouldered his way forward, but the crush parted easily for them, creating ripples of, “It's the Witcher!”, “that horrid magician,” “mutant freaks.”

If everything had stopped when they arrived, the solid blow of flesh hitting flesh kickstarted it all again, sending forth another round of jeers as everyone turned back to the commotion at the centre of the room. The last layer of people peeled back, and the cause of it all was revealed.

Poe, his lute and doublet discarded somewhere, was squaring up, fists first, to another man who was both younger and larger than himself. The sleeves of Poe's shirt were rolled up to expose his forearms, the collar of that same shirt flapping open lower than usual, his knuckles of a shade suggesting that a number of blows had already been dealt. His hair was in disarray, sweat sheening his skin, and there was a bright red split freshly on his lip. It was... handsome. It made Kylo angry.

Growling, he took an abortive step towards Poe's adversary, only to be blocked by a surprisingly firm hand on his sternum. Hux.

“What is the meaning of this?” the mage asked the room icily.

“They're voicing their unwanted opinions,” Poe told them, and it was with such hostility that Kylo would scarcely believe it could come from him, if he didn't know that Poe had a righteous streak a mile wide.

“We don't take kindly to things like you coming to these parts,” someone said.

“Witchers and their murdering.”

“Mages and their sin.”

“We've heard the stories!” another added, and noises of assent scattered around the room.

Kylo had been in situations like this before. He'd been known to act badly in them. Rashly. Angrily. He cast his gaze around, and people seemed to shrink back from it. He could only imagine how he looked, pale skin, red scar, irises a sick, blank yellow, like a vulture. Finally, he found himself facing the man Poe had been fighting.

“Inhuman thing,” the man looked Kylo up and down with disgust and spat at his feet.

Kylo could have had the man in a choke-hold in a matter of seconds, but a determined blur shot forward, ducking under the fists the man's slackening stance had let weaken. Poe punched the man hard in the stomach, causing him to double over enough that Poe could then bring a knee up into his nose, letting loose a fountain of blood. The man yelled in pain, grabbing a hold of Poe's shoulder. Kylo had never intervened faster in his life, hitting away the man's arm and standing in his way.

“You need your pet monsters to save you, huh?” the man taunted even though he was clearly scared, or at least wary, his eyes flitting between Poe and his reinforcements, his speech clodded up with his nosebleed.

“Watch your damn words!” Poe shot back. “My friends are better men than you'll ever be.”

“Pussy.”

Kylo had to stop Poe's lurching attempt at an attack.

“Everyone out!” Hux ordered, his voice almost impossibly loud. People began to slink out of the door, but slowly enough that Kylo decided to take matters into his own hands and bundle Poe off in the direction of the stairs. He went with a few firm nudges, snatching his lute and doublet up from where they were stashed by the bar as he went. His tendons stood out where his grip on them was so tight.

“Go to the room,” Kylo hissed at him, lingering on the stairwell in case Hux needed backup.

It was quickly revealed to be a pointless consideration.

Hux already had backed Poe's assailant up against a wooden wall, the point of a dagger to his throat, his other hand glowing at his side. Kylo was almost certain that was the initial stages of a nasty hex, more than was required to intimidate some bigoted peasant.

“He started it-” the man was saying, and Hux was shaking his head with a sneer.

“That could not matter to me less. If I hear a single word from you I don't ask for, you will regret it. Do you know you laid hands on a lord?”

The man's throat bobbed. Of course he hadn't known Poe was nobility.

“In his kingdom,” Hux continued, turning the dagger so the edge was on the man's clavicle, “he is known as a good man. A righteous man. You angered- no, you infuriated a good man. Riled him up enough to do this.” Hux's tone changed, getting impossibly sharper. “I am not like him. I could raze this pathetic spit of matchsticks, if I wanted to. And you,” he dug the dagger in a little, skirting the man's jugular, “would be the one to blame, for harming someone I hold precious.” He let the threat sit for a moment before stepping back, the glow by his hand dissipating. “In fact, you had better check your house isn't already up in flames.”

The man made to scramble for the door.

“And next time,” the man paused, the hate in his eyes now significantly dwarfed by his fear as Hux spoke, “I suggest you remember that a mage's wrath is far worse than our sin.”

Kylo got up to the room before Hux could catch him watching on the stairwell.

Poe was pacing restlessly. When Kylo entered, he stopped, tapping his foot. “You should have let me beat the shit out of him.”

“You should have let me beat the shit out of him,” Kylo replied, his voice curling into a growl. To hear the way the townspeople spoke about himself wasn't unusual – he'd lashed out before, and it was one of the reasons he stayed out of towns as much as possible – but it was the first time he'd heard someone speak about Hux that way, and it was the first time Poe had come to blows that Kylo wasn't there to stop before he'd sustained damage. Crossing the room and lifting a hand to carefully tilt Poe's head to the side, examining the bruising on his jaw and temple, Kylo asked, “Did he hurt you?”

“Just bruises,” Poe replied, his teeth gritted more, Kylo suspected, from residual fury than from pain. No, that would hit later when the adrenaline dissipated. “Those things they were saying about you – fucking rude. And untrue.”

Kylo hummed some assent. “You both should be treated like royalty,” he muttered, thinking it only true; Poe wasroyalty of a self evident sort of virtue, and Hux was both powerful enough and well respected enough to demand that sort of praise.

Poe laid his fingers on Kylo's wrist. “And the things about you,” he insisted, his brow furrowing in a way that said he was concerned in a new direction. “You don't believe them, do you?”

The disbelief in Poe's voice made Kylo want to deny it. Luckily, Hux joining them in the room saved him from stumbling his way some verbal deflection.

“Did he hurt you?” Hux asked immediately.

“Just bruises,” Poe repeated as the mage approached, before protesting with a weak “Hey!” as his shirt was unceremoniously lifted by Hux to inspect him for more bruises, wincing as his surprised twist to the side made something twinge.

“What if he'd had the presence of mind to pull a knife?” Hux reprimanded him, noting with disapproving exactitude the red patches by Poe's ribs.

“Well he didn't, so it's fine.”

“That is not-” Hux cut himself off with an irritated sigh, heading to where Kylo's pack was by the table and picking through it without asking. “In the future, please remind yourself of your mortality before throwing yourself into something so foolish as a tavern brawl.”

“You sound like Leia.”

“I desperately hope not,” Hux replied drily, and, having found the vial he was looking for, returned to stand before Poe, looking over his bruises again. He popped open the vial – Kylo recognised it as one of his own healing potions, too strong for Poe just to drink – upturning it with his finger over the top, before dabbing the liquid onto the bruises.

Poe hissed at the contact. “Look, you can't expect me to just stand there while people insult you!”

“That is exactly what I expect-”

“Don't ask me to, Hux. I won't.” Poe's dark eyes flicked up to Kylo again, anguish creeping in to the set of his features. “Not when Kylo believes those things.”

Hux froze in what he was doing and straightened up, turning his own piercing eyes onto Kylo. “You do?” Voice as fine as wine, Kylo could detect in his tone notes of disapproval, mild shock, and, surprisingly, genuine pity.

Kylo had been standing there quietly until now, trying not to do anything to bring Poe back to that subject. “Well I...” he fumbled, casting around as if for an answer, pressure mounting as he could feel their attention trained on him, “I'm... it doesn't...” His eyes began to sting and – fuck that – he didn't. He didn't need to be pitied, by Hux, by Poe, by anyone else, no matter who they were to him. He knew what he was, and, though it made his blood boil to hear commoners who hadn't known half the fear and pain he had throw words around like they did, it only hurt so much because he worried they were right.

Poe was reaching out for his wrist again, and the contact made Kylo snatch his arm away and stalk over to the window with a snarled, “Just leave it.” He gripped the window sill and the wood of it creaked with the strain.

Three open-palmed bangs on the door, and the landlord hollered through to them, “I want you out! Out, you hear?”

A few more bangs had Kylo whirling round and snapping, “Fine, now fuck off!” Footsteps hesitatingly retreated, the landlord no doubt wondering whether they actually would go, but there was no way they would stay; there was an even chance Kylo would hit the next person who bothered them, and an only slightly less likely one of Poe doing the same.

“I'll fetch my things,” Hux said. They'd taken two rooms, and, as usual, Kylo and Poe were sharing while Hux got his own. “We should head north a mile or so,” he continued to lay out the reasoning for a sheltered spot he'd noticed, tending to the last of Poe's wounds.

He crooked a finger at Poe, who leaned forward a little. Hux dropped a little of the healing potion onto his thumb, and placed the pad of it tenderly onto the split on Poe's lip. It was just a moment, but though Hux was all business, Kylo noticed Poe's shoulders drop and his eyes flit to Hux's lips momentarily. When Hux removed his thumb the merest of seconds later and turned his attention to recapping the vial, Poe's tongue laved over the spot, which had already faded from red to pink under Hux's care.

The scene made Kylo want – he wanted to touch them, to patch the two of them up when they needed it, to look after them. He gripped the windowsill tighter. Next time, he'd be the one defending them.