Well, hey there, sweet Tumblr anon! I so enjoyed your ask yesterday that I felt compelled to write something for this little rarepair ship. I hope you enjoy it - I certainly enjoyed writing it. Nice things should happen for Mitaka and Thanisson.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dopheld Mitaka/Thanisson
Characters: Dopheld Mitaka, Thanisson (Star Wars), Armitage Hux
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Shyness, Crushes, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
Summary: Thanisson narrowly survives the escape of FN-2187, and Mitaka realizes just how much he cares for his friend.
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Mitaka is loving all the online attention his music is getting him. He said he's already planning to produce a full stage musical with all the construction-based the songs he's written. He said there are so many musicals about singers and actors, but his musical will be all about. . . The TECH CREW.
Sure. Why not. I told him to call me if he needs help building the set. I'm happy to support his dreams.
He was like, "No need! The first half of the show will be about constructing the set. The actors will actually be building the set during the performance until they tighten the final screw during the song 'Lefty Loosey, Righty Tighty' at the end of Act I!"
Okay. Sounds magnificent. I told him I suppose I could show up to help strike the set after the show, then.
"OMG," he said, "Guess what's going to happen by the end of Act II. . ."
. . .
So, Mitaka's going to produce a show with performers who build their own stuff and clean up after themselves when they're done.
Top notch idea. 11/10. I'm gonna buy 50 tickets.
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Happy Kiss a Ginger Day!
Hux dreads a frivolous holiday, certain that his rivals in the First Order will take advantage of the occasion to humiliate him. He would expect Ren to be the first in line—to humiliate him, of course, not kiss him—but what happens when that isn't the case? (1125 words)
Hux spends the entire day on edge. On any other day these stark black corridors are a familiar comfort, but they draw attention to his brilliant red hair that is deeply undesirable today. He sees the gleam of mischief as each set of eyes locks onto him and he locks down his scowl tight.
No one would ever have dared to steal a kiss of all things from the General last time this ridiculous holiday came up on the calendar. Things have changed since Supreme Leader Kylo Ren snatched the throne out of Hux’s reach, though, and he has heard the rumblings of the rumor mill. The officers who had once respected Hux—or at least feared him—are now eager to see him taken down a peg. This is exactly the kind of humiliation they will delight in.
He wonders which fool will be the first to try it. Hux may no longer have the support of the Supreme Leader, but he still has a monomolecular blade up his sleeve.
It turns out to be a smug-looking captain, on the bridge, at the worst possible moment.
Hux freezes. His fingers twitch around empty air, unable to reach for his knife.
It is the worst possible moment because Ren is here, speaking with Pryde about battle plans which should be Hux’s responsibility—yet another indignity. Were Hux the highest ranked officer present, he would not have a single qualm about teaching this man a pointed lesson, but Pryde and Ren have the authority to impose worse consequences than an embarrassing knock to his dignity. The impertinent captain appears to know it, too, his smirk far too bold as he reaches for the side of Hux’s neck.
Even worse than the threat of court martial is the thought of explaining this whole thing to Ren, who seems to be oblivious to this extremely irritating First Order tradition. (Hux suspects his father started it to harass the pretty female officers who were too smart to have anything to do with him otherwise, but to Hux’s great annoyance the “holiday” survived Brendol.) Hux isn’t sure why he thinks Ren is unaware of it. Perhaps because Ren was the only person with the status to get away with publicly embarrassing him like this for the last five years, and Hux was certain that nothing could appeal to Ren more.
Publicly embarrassing him, that is. Not kissing him. An unwelcome flutter turns Hux’s stomach—nerves, obviously. He does not dwell on why explaining “Kiss a Ginger Day” to Ren is a fate worse than court martial; it simply is.
The captain presses closer into Hux’s space. Hux senses the entire bridge lean in, holding its collective breath to see if Hux will permit this. Lieutenant Mitaka’s pitiful doe eyes look on with poorly disguised hope. A sadistic smile twists Pryde’s dry lips.
Hux closes his eyes rather than meet Ren’s.
A shocked murmur passes over him in the dark, followed by a thud and a sickening crunch. Hux opens his eyes. The captain is a groaning pile on the floor on the other side of the room.
“General Hux. With me.” Ren storms right past Hux, cape trailing behind him. He does not turn to see Pryde follow, instead holding up a hand and barking a sharp, “Dismissed.”
Dread sinks like a stone in Hux’s chest. He has no choice but to follow Ren, alone, into the lift. He braces himself as the doors close and waits for Ren to demand an explanation. The last thing he expects Ren to say is:
“You’re safe.”
It would be wise to stifle his disbelieving scoff for his own continued safety, but reason is a moment too slow to stop Hux’s retort. “With you? Excuse me if I don’t hold my breath.”
“You could show some gratitude,” Ren scowls. “I just saved your life.”
“You—” Hux’s head snaps up to meet Ren’s gaze. “What?”
“That man. He just…” Ren takes a halting step towards Hux, brow gnarled between confusion and hostility. “He tried to kill you. Reached for your neck. I stopped him.”
Hux lets out an embarrassing, fluttery laugh before he can stop himself.
“You value your life so little?” Ren’s eyes flick over Hux’s face, studying his expression. A warm puff of breath ghosts across Hux’s cheeks. He shivers.
“Far from it,” Hux says. “He wasn’t trying to kill me, Ren, he was….”
Hux falters, heat flooding up from his chest at the prospect of saying it out loud. Ren is standing so close. They are not touching, but Hux still feels his body heat in the excited stir of the electrons between them, the only source of warmth in this cold, compact lift.
“What?” Ren’s eyebrows twitch.
“He was trying to kiss me,” Hux says, and immediately feels ridiculous.
“Oh.” The crease in Ren’s brow deepens. “Then it’s even better that I stopped him.”
“Better?” Hux sharpens his incredulity to a point. “You would rather I be killed than kissed?”
“Yes. No. Why would anyone kiss you?” Ren looms, his shadow eclipsing Hux from the harsh fluorescence of the lift. The question stings for reasons Hux can’t explain, but Ren’s blunt jab wields more consternation than mockery.
“You really don’t know what day it is, do you?”
Ren looks Hux up and down. “Your birthday?” he asks flatly.
“You don’t even know,” Hux insists with a shade of a smirk, “and you can’t stand the thought that anyone might kiss me.” Hux notices the way Ren’s gaze lingers on his mouth and is beginning to understand why.
“If you won’t tell me,” Ren says, his voice gathering stormclouds as he raises a threatening hand to Hux’s temple, “I’ll just have to—”
Hux catches the end of Ren’s sentence with a firm crush of his lips.
Ren chokes on his shock, his broad chest shuddering in a gasp that is singularly satisfying to devour. Hux knows he’s made the right decision when Ren folds around him like gift wrap around a present—secreting him away from any prying eyes but the intended recipient’s. Ren’s kiss is an act of possession, but it is also an act of worship. Hux has never felt so cherished as he does with Ren’s plush lips chasing every taste of his own like he’s afraid he’ll run out of time. For every demand that Ren’s firm hands make, tugging Hux against him by his waist, Ren’s lips give him tenfold back, yielding to Hux’s licks and bites with a desperation that he never expected to feel from the Supreme Leader. Ren chases Hux’s mouth with a needy moan when Hux pulls back.
“Happy Kiss a Ginger Day, Ren.”
The look on Ren’s face is almost as delicious as their second kiss.
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Well. Deej, M4-RT1N, and Mitaka are some of the few people on the Finalizer who haven't made fun of me for getting in the Life Day spirit "way too early", so I told Deej I was thinking of inviting her and the boys to my quarters next weekend for a Life Day holovid marathon.
She was up for it, but said I should probably pick a different venue.
I was like, "Why? My quarters are nice."
She was like, "Yeah, but your 'quarters' are literally a repurposed hazardous chemicals closet, so the place is small to begin with. Might not fit all of us. Especially with K8-T3, Gary, that droideka, and your pet birds hanging around. Not to mention all your Life Day decorations. They take up a lot of space."
"So," I clarified, "What you're saying is we should find a bigger place, because my quarters could get pretty cramped with
🎶4 Grown adults,
3 Big droids,
2 Little porgs
With their nest in a big Life Day treeeeeee🎶"
The good news is, she didn't break up with me after that. The bad news is I need to find a bigger place on this ship where I can hang out with my friends.
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