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Hux finds some old pics of episode 4 era Luke and develops a crush.

Kylo is mortified.

I did not know I needed this. I need this.

The poem here is slightly modified (ever so slightly) from the "Hey, Arnold" episode 'Helga's Parrot' (written by Antoinette Stella).

Because Hux with a crush is just Helga G. Pataki and this is the most glorious poem ever. It's a quick fill but hope you enjoy!

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Three inches to the left, half an inch up, and tilt 12.5 degrees counterclockwise. It was perfect.

Hux admired the framed photo in it's entirety. The ornate frame looks gaudy housing such a wrinkled and frayed photo but Hux doesn't notice that. The sky-blue eyes of the young man in the picture practically stare into the soul Hux never knew he had.

A trembling sigh of joy escaped his lips. Hux reaches out to stroke a wrinkled, photographed cheek.

Hux would have continued if it were not for the bell that was chiming incessantly, signaling that he is needed on the bridge. Hux leans forward and presses his lips on the worn paper lips. "I'll be back soon."

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Kylo Ren notices Hux is unusually ornery on the bridge. He's barking orders left and right in rapid-fire staccato. The only moment Hux isn't shouting is when he occasionally breaks to check the time in an old pocket watch.

Ren must be going crazy because he swears he sees Hux smile...gently, almost sweetly, at the the watch.

Ren heads to his quarters. He needs to lie down.

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"Oh, Luke, how I adore you..." Hux is back in his closet, decorating this alter with flowers and watching the candle flames dance on the wall, "Your unfaltering sense of right and wrong. Your bravery. Your keen ability to invade my mind when we're planets, ages apart. To think we're so close to finding you. I tremble at the thought of seeing you in the flesh: that flaxen hair, those steel blue eyes, those red-hot lips..."

Hux reaches to touch his own lips. "Oh, you'll never know how much I lament that we're on opposite sides of this struggle. My dreams are plagued by your image, you're my only thought during the day."

Hux gives a deep, almost dreamy sigh, before he unfolds a small piece of paper from his pocket, "I wrote this in the bridge when we were forced to part...:"

O Luke my love,
My sultry pilot,
Why must I hold you only whilst I dream?
Will I be forever enslaved by your spell?
Why must I worship you and never tell?
Luke, you make my manhood tremble...

Hux hears shuffling behind him; the distinct sound of someone backing away quietly. Instinctively, Hux whirls around and his eyes meet with an unmasked Kylo Ren's.

Ren gulps, noticeably perturbed and a quiver in his voice. "Oh. God."

Kylo Ren had regretfully forced his way into the General's room after Hux had failed to answer the knight's numerous bangs and pleads for Hux to "open the damn door, I know you're in there". The knight was instantly drawn--like a moth to a flame--to the low mutter and light seeping from Hux's closet.

Hux shoots up and feels the blood rising through his chest into his face. "Ren. It's not what it looks like."

Kylo desperately wants to believe Hux. He reexamines the scene, taking in every detail. There was Hux, standing defensively with a gaggle of flowers and melted candles at his feet. Behind the red-head, framed by a string of lights, was that tacky picture frame Hux had suspiciously and meticulously picked out a week ago at a flea market on Jakku.

If it was just that, everything would have been just peachy with Kylo. Hux is a weirdo. A major freak. Kylo knew that. Just moments before, he was getting ready to unleash a terribly sharp, witty and, if he should dare say, humorous remark at Hux's expense before he caught sight of the horror. The gaudy frame had distracted Kylo's attention from the it's contents.

But there it was, perfectly centered and laminated: a tattered old photo of dear uncle Luke.

"A shine. A fucking shrine."

For a while, Kylo and Hux seem to play a game: Kylo takes a step back and Hux takes one step forward until the pair have backed into Hux's general quarters. Hux stops and replies in such a pragmatic tone, with lips drawn out in such an annoyed frown, that Kylo almost forgets about the fucking shrine to his uncle ten feet away. "Ren, it's a lot more complex and nuanced than that."

"And that poem!" Kylo shakes his head in disbelief, "Luke, you make my manhood tremble?! What in the world does that even mean?"

"Ren, I have a healthy appreciation for the arts and for our mission." Hux offers, "I must know the subject of our search...intimately."

A chill runs up Kylo's spine as he notices the blush creep into Hux's cheek. "You do realize he's 53, right? That photo is 34 years old! That's older than you!"

"I know!" Hux blurts, almost in angry but mostly in shame. "I can't help these overwhelming...feelings!"

Kylo is just mortified. "Oh, god!"

"Oh, shut up, Ren." Hux spits, "I'm not taking this from the man who jerks off in front of his grandfather's mask."

Kylo inhales sharply and regrets not wearing his mask.

"My adoration for Luke," Hux says the name so softly that Kylo gags, "is pure and unadulterated."

Kylo chooses to ignore the statement. "Do you have more photos than that?" Kylo jabs a repulsed hand in the direction of the shine. "Of him?"

Hux gives a single clinical nod. "I have several. That one was merely my favorite."

"God, please stop."

"You are the one pushing the matter, Ren."

Kylo is exasperated at this point. "That's my uncle!"

"I know." Hux breaths shakily and realization dawns in his face: an idea. The General inches closer to Kylo, close enough to reach up and card through the knight's hair, "Have you ever thought about going blonde?"

Kylo frowns. He is so done.

This was ridiculous and I loved it.

Outstanding. Great job!

OP here! omg. Hux is Helga Pataki... that is pure genius. Omg poor Kylo having to hear about trembling manhoods. Omg this is so perfect! Thank you for writing this fill!!

it's so nice to see the tables turned and have KYLO put up with HUX'S utter insanity

....you know who's blonde? matt the radar technician.

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