GingerPilot Week 2026

Inspired by this year's gingerpilotweek theme.

A late entry for GingerPilot Week 2026, day 1: merfolk.

Millicent is a sea slug, sorry, nudibranch, because of @artemisdart's fic "Life in Captivity". And BB-8 is a pufferfish, for no special reason ^^.

Storm 

Hux sighed and rubbed his face. He was exhausted. The stims withdrawal, sharing a room, insects, and now storms. As if he wasn't uncomfortable enough, as if the universe decided that he would pay here and now for everything he did. He winced hearing another thunder somewhere near. 

Just a few hours of sleep, was it too much to ask? Apparently so. Hux sniffed and suddenly realized that Dameron was sitting up on his bunk. Wonderful. 

"Hey." Poe whispered, "Can't sleep?"

Hux slowly shook his head. Poe stood up, put on a shirt, and went to the small kitchen. When he was back, he sat down next to Hux and passed him a cup. 

"Here." Hux stared at the cup. "It's spiced milk."

"Spiced?" Hux looked at him in horror. Poe chuckled. 

"Not like that. Calm down. I mean with herbs and cooking spices and honey." Poe smiled. "Try it." 

Hux would never admit it, but he would do almost everything when Dameron was smiling at him like that. He cleared his throat, looking down at his cup. Stupid thoughts. Shame crippling down his spine, Hux sighed and took a sip. It was warm and sweet and spicy at the same time. Unusual, but surprisingly... Comforting. Hux realized that Poe put a blanket on his shoulder. 

"You can't sleep often, huh?"

Hux looked at him. 

"I suppose," he said quietly, "I am not used to uncontrolled environments... and storms." 

"You don't like rain, then?"

"I don't mind rain." "Hux said, taking another sip." A thunder hit again, and Hux almost dropped his cup. Poe looked at him, eyes wide open. 

"Woah hey. Hey..." Hux found himself in Dameron's arms. "You know we have lighting protection systems here. The same First Order has on planet side bases. I personally stole it." Poe grinned. Hux swallowed and nodded. "Although it's probably not really a difference for you, huh?"

"At least we won't catch on fire." Hux mumbled, and Poe chuckled quietly, wrapping him in the blanket. Hux suddenly forgot how to breathe; he focused on his milk. Oh, he will hate himself tomorrow. He will hate himself for this moment of weakness, for this pathetic, childish display of... Dameron's hand was in his hair, and Hux just melted, placing his head on the pilot's chest. 

"Why are you doing this?"

"What?" Poe glanced down at him.

"This. You should hate me. Not... do whatever that is you are doing now."

"I don't hate you. But I think many people you knew did hate you. And well... I decided to show you what it's like when there's someone who cares." Hux stayed silent, looking at his cup. "Is it working?" Poe smiled, and Hux didn't answer; he just curled down closer to Dameron. 

Prompt: 🚢 Ships 🚢

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85546701

Rated: Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 2,242

Poe thinks he and the new defector, Armitage Hux, have been having a low-stakes sexual 'thing.'

He realizes that Hux sees it quite differently.

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GINGERPILOT WEEK DAY 3 - SAND

Poe cracked open one eye and both lips to wet, soft sand seeping into any available space.

Fuck. "Bleh!" He sputtered and spat out light brown mud and scrabbled his hands over his face. As he bolted upright, he waited for his eyesight to adjust to the night, and took stock of his situation.

His shoes and socks were missing. No, his socks and Ben's precious Louboutins. He'd fallen from the restaurant's fishing dock into the ocean, weighted down by his clothes. He smelled like brine and misery.

"Fuck," he said out loud this time. Better for him to have lost to an angry sea than wash up like a beached dolphin. Death got him out of a thousand-dollar debt to replace those damn shoes.

How did I get here, though? Last he remembered before he blacked out, he was on a downward trajectory.

Why don't you ask the naked man over there staring at you?

He was long, pale, and newborn naked. Fully grown, and cute with his short red hair matted to his head. Sitting on his knees, hands in his lap, he studied Poe like a museum exhibit. Hint of a smile, shadows in his eyes. Poe wished for more light to better discern this stranger.

Then he remembered the fin emerging with the other redhead from the water. So maybe they... he...

"Did you pull me ashore?"

Naked Man nodded. "My name is Armitage."

"Armitage." Poe blinked away sand and focus on the man's eyes, but with the moonlight adding glow to his chest that's where Poe's line of vision landed. "Are you a fish man?"

Armitage tilted his head. "I'm mer."

"A merman. Half man, half fish."

"No, just full mer," Armitage said. "Are you a dog man?"

Poe laughed. "What? Of course not. Why would you ask that?"

"You asked a silly question. I thought it was my turn."

"Oh." Poe supposed that made sense, given he was talking to a merman. He watched Armitage shift in place, and paused on the mer's lap. If he could switch out fins for legs on land, what else did he...

"Hey," he said, "I was wearing very expensive shoes when I fell off the dock."

"These?" Armitage reached behind him, dusting the sand off Ben's Louboutins. Wet and briny, but nonetheless salvageable if Poe could get them to a repair shop.

He reached for them when Armitage held them away. Well, shit. Who knew mer were into blackmail. "I really need those back," he pleaded. "They're not mine. If you want a reward, I can get you some crab claws from the buffet."

Armitage shook his head. "I don't want food."

"Okay, well..."

"I want a mate."

Prompt: 🐌 Sea Creatures 🐌

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85836506

Rated: Teen | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 8,424

Day 1: Sirens, merfolk, pirates

Scales

Poe sighed, putting down another knife. 

"Alright. Take the jacket off." Hux stared at him in silence. Poe looked at him. "I am not taking my chances here, buddy. You have too many weapons on you. Take that off."

"And if I refuse?"

Poe blinked. 

"I am... Well, I suppose I will take it off of you. Hux." Poe sighed, "It's just... I just have to see if you don't have more weapons."

"I have a knife in my sleeve and another strapped to the waist."

"Riight. Good to know. You still have to take off the jacket." 

Hux pursed his lips and glanced at the wall and sighed, unzipping the uniform. He slowly took it off. Poe unclipped the knife from his arm and froze. Hux glared at him. Poe was looking at his shoulder; there was a layer of translucent scales down his arm and chest. When the light hit Hux's skin, they shimmered in blue and green. Poe glanced up at Hux; the redhead was looking straight, refusing to look at Dameron. Poe swallowed.

"Are you done with staring?" Hux hissed. Poe snapped out. 

"Sorry." He mumbled. Hux wrapped himself with his hands, still not looking at him. Poe cleared his throat and unlatched the other knife, his fingers accidentally brushing scales on Hux's back. Hux shivered, and Poe backed off quickly. "Sorry." Sorry." He dropped the knife on the table and looked at Hux. "Any... More of these?" Hux glanced at him. He was used to people staring at him but... There was no disgust in Dameron's eyes, just... awe? Poe Dameron looked mesmerized. Hux nodded slowly. "Yeah. I figured. Where?"

"Find out yourself." Poe blinked, surprised. 

"I..."

"Or are you just all talk?"

Poe slowly approached him again, standing a few centimeters before him. Hux inhaled, parting his lips when Poe slowly slid his hand under Hux's shirt. The scales were surprisingly soft; Hux shivered when Poe's fingers brushed his gils. 

"Stars," Poe whispered, looking at him. Hux flushed and stifled a moan when Poe moved his fingers up the sensitive skin. 

"Don't," the redhead choked out. Poe froze, moving his hand away. They stared at each other in silence. Poe reached for the zipper of Hux's trousers, holding his eyes. Hux didn't move back. He closed his eyes when Poe slid his hand down his stomach, tracing the scales. Hux's trousers fell down, and Poe snorted softly, looking at the knife strapped to his thigh. 

"Really?"

Hux cleared his throat, looking at Poe, who now knelt before him to unclip the strap. 

"Just a... Precaution"

"Sure." Poe stood up. "I... Can I ask?" 

"About what?"

"The..." Poe waved at him. 

"Do you want to ask? Or do you want to see?" Hux said, because why not? Because maybe it will get him some advantage. Because maybe if Dameron is focused enough on him, he won't let the others eliminate him. He leaned closer to Dameron. "Or do you want to touch, Commander?" He whispered next to his ear. Poe pulled him into the kiss. Hux gasped, feeling pilot's hands on his ribs. He inhaled, parting his lips and pressing his hips to Dameron's. 

"Wa...wait..." Poe snapped out and stepped back, shaking his head. Hux glared at him.

"What now, Dameron?" he hissed, annoyed. Poe smiled, amused. 

"Hey.. I have nothing against that, but maybe later?"

"Oh after the round of interrogation? I don't think I will be up to it anymore."

"Don't worry. We don't treat people like First Order. I promise nobody will harm you." Poe touched the scales on his arm. Hux leaned back. "We just want to talk." Poe zipped Hux's trousers, smiling. Hux looked at him. 

"What if I say I will talk only to you?"

Poe looked at him surprised and then flashed him a smile. 

"I will be honored." 

Hux grabbed his jacket from Poe's hands. 

"How far do the scales go?" Poe blurted out.

Redhead smiled, amused, and glanced at him. 

Prompt: ⛈️ Storms ⛈️

Rated: G | No Archive Warnings Apply | Words: 9,773

Poe, in disgrace after Crait, ditches his low-level supply run to kidnap First Order General Armitage Hux.

gingerpilot week 2026

day 5

storm

Arkanisan cliff lions are living storms; well, not actually. They just resemble storm clouds. They have cloven claws for climbing up sheer cliffs and padded paws for absorbing shock from high falls. Their curled, tightly wound fur helps to keep them dry and warm.

Hux is enamored by them because. They’re strength. They’re beauty. They’re efficiency.

Made a playlist for gingerpilot week!

Prompt: 🐙 Tentacles 🐙

gingerpilot week day 4

scales

the scale of the fabled sea serpent Aigean-Fí who swallowed the secondary Arkanis sun. The rain is caused by the grief of the other star that Arkanis orbits around, so the story goes. Only for a few days a year do the clouds and grief subside and the sun shines upon the planet. Festivals are held during those days.

Despite Aigean-Fí being partially responsible for the constant downpour, Aigean-Fí is thought of as a protector and provider for the seas.

Barbie in a Mermaid Tale (2010) au

First encounter

Pirate! Poe & siren! Hux! Hux might want to eat Poe, but gets caught in Poe's net😱

He is a very fierce siren! (I think Poe still often gives him flowers from the land)

gingerpilot week day 3