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lol HI THAR, enderwiggin24 here ;D
i doubt, many of us have been dwelling lots here the last couple of years.
we are from a complete different galaxy as it was, but its still immense fun to see the youngster zooming in, and having fun with kylux.
(though i have also nearly zoomed out of the kink meme. it was either ao3 reading fic updates and commenting there, or having fun here. Both was timewise simply not feasable, as i only have sundays for playing online more than 3 hours in a row. so, i had to give up one thing, before i was torn up between those two ;D and for 25 years, there has only ever been one answer: fanfics always wins over any other fannish form of entertainment in my world)
kylux , its like palpatine and tarkin/vader reloaded, only prettier actors, and not to mention, the EMO factor of kylo. (though I rather prefer him totally evol in the fics than the woobified version. but I guess that was bound to happend, because of what i heard was said in the official tie-in novel.)
but there was this fic, where hux was a clone of palpatine, that made my heart jump!

Not OP, but that was great. Fascinating dynamics, in a trainwreck sort of way. These damn dramatic Skywalker's that tempt Hux into breaking his own rules! I really liked the detail about Hux not wanting to rip her dress off because he could recognize its value. SIGNIFICANT. A++

Also FYI I think you wrote "writes" a few times when you meant writhes.

OH MY FUCKING GOD TOO SOON!!!!!! XD

Most definitely fourthed!

Thank you for the heads up, I corrected it :D! I'm pretty bad at proofreading and it doesn't help that I'm one of those awful ESL people welp...

And yeah, clothing might or might not be, uh, my thing, I feel like I was projecting into Hux a bit for that. Kylo probably has him rip off and destroy his own stupid expensive clothes on a regular basis, which in turn has Hux feel like dying inside a little bit every time, even though he doesn't admit it :P.

I've had some time to think about it, heroically read a lot of fanfic, and... yep. Yeah. Your Hux is my favourite Hux ever. I'm looking forward to the next part and the fallout from Kylo's dream creeping!

lmao, THIS. Imagine Kylo trying to play off his OBVIOUS INTRUSION with guilty denials and defensive shrugs all, "I don't know what you're talking about! Maaaaybe it was something you ate??"

Aw, you shut your face you're not awful, and I never would have guessed you were ESL either, your writing is amazing! I'm just that pushy anon who mentions typos on Ao3 fills because I know they're editable (unlike comment fills), not because I think they're especially egregious or anything -- also I'm still wrong about half the time!

Knowing how Kylo dresses himself in canon (suspenders, waders, mesh croptops, ripped robes) has ruined me forever and I'm wondering now if he dresses just as awfully in your story, in regular life, but buys fancy clothes to wear when he sees Hux. To impress him. Gorgeous clothes that Hux has to then DESTROY. And Ren has no idea about Hux's TURMOIL. LIKE HUX WOULD BE SO HAPPY TO THROW KYLO'S EMBARRASSING MESH SHIRT IN THE FUCKING FIRE, BUT NOOOO, THIS ASSHOLE IS WEARING BALMAIN TODAY *RIIIIIP* WHAT A TRAGEDY ;__;

Now also on the ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6222487

Oh god, yes 😂

The most hilarious thing in this is, to me, that Poe is actually bald... 😆

So much thirded!!!

I might or might not have just laughed at the image haha! Although, let's be honest, Hux isn't a brandwhore for Balmain, he's a brandwhore for Boss ;).

I do have to say there's something priestly about Kylo Ren's outfit I really like. I feel like it'd translate well into high fashion like the infamous Yohji Yamamoto goth ninja look. It does however seem like a Kylo Ren thing to be completely unaware of how expensive/valuable things are, and break them just because he can, to Hux's silent despair :P!

I did not see that last line coming. Mind = screwed like wham bam thank you ma'am

*screams*

NEW THEORY ACCEPTED

Industrious and Strong in Work

**

When Commandant Hux was still a Lieutenant and assigned to field work, the platoon he was in surveyed an Outer Rim planet.

The planet was called Fora by the locals, and it was lush and warm, deemed a useful exporter of tropical fruits and spices, an asset to the Empire. The animals there held all the colors of light refracted through a prism, the leaves on the trees were dripping verdant green, and the sand upon long beaches was orange red, just like the sunset and clouds above.

And under the sunset, Lieutenant Hux met a girl with eyes that were verdant green, and hair the color of the sand and setting sun.

**

The animals held all the colors of light refracted through a prism. But these colors were not worn to be pleasing to human eyes. These colors were not paint to complete the beauty of paradise.

These were warning colors.

And it wasn’t until later that Lieutenant Hux realized the fair girl he’d taken as wife was a monster.

And it wasn’t until later that the girl realized the charming military man she’d married hid daggers behind his smiles.

The two monsters looked at each other, and thought, alright.

**

Other ladies laughed at Lady Hux behind her back. Barbarian. Outer Rim dweller. A tribal savage uplifted into high society, good for nothing but her looks.

They were no longer laughing when it was her father’s trading fleet, instead of Imperial transports, that had arrived before the New Republic forces on Arkanis, and took the best and brightest of the Academy to the Outer Rims.

**

Commandant Hux lay his weary head on his Lady’s lap as she stroked his greying hair.

Worry not love, I’ll stand by you, she had whispered. The Republic had done nothing for her world. And for good or ill, her people mated for life.

**

When Brendol Hux II was four, his world turned upside down.

His home was gone.

His father left with other grim faced and stiffly uniformed men. To restore the glory of the Empire, he had said.

His mother held him in her freckled arms, and took him into the trees of her childhood. There, she went onto all fours as a he, and bared his claws and fans. Together the Lord of the Forest and his cub (it was initially strange, being a girl, but Hux scions were adaptive and resilient) stalked through the woods, a pair of sleek tawny predators.

But hide your fangs love, just as your father hid his edges. It would do you good. It would do you good.

**

Unfortunate then, that with their resources stretched so thin, the years on the new Academy ships so harsh, and the blood of his mother so diluted, that Hux never managed to grow too big. And his mother’s beauty became weakness upon Hux’s boyish frame.

But Hux was vicious and sly. Groups of bullies who tried to corner him alone could never find him. Yet they would soon find themselves alone, and a skinny pale ginger with wild eyes upon them with a bloodied durasteel switchblade and sharp boney knees.

A barbarian just like his mother, the students whispered. Do you not see his icy eyes glow with hellfire in the dark?

The sudden growth in height in his early teens was quite pleasing to Hux. By then, the youth had his own little group as well, vultures and jackals trailing behind an apex predator, begging for scraps.

It was somewhat displeasing, that his other self never quite got that growth spurt.

**

Dopheld Mitaka was soft and weak. And he cried, hiding in a cubicle in the communal refresher on their floor.

Dopheld Mitaka was soft and weak, but he was also obedient, methodological, and meticulous with his work. And he was in Hux’s little pack. He belonged to Hux.

An Academy instructor failed to return during a field training trip. His rotting body was found through the communicator on his belt. Half of his cadaver was already consumed. The other half mutilated and torn beyond visual recognition. Strangely, his genitals were found thirty some meters away from the main trunk, the penis bent in half, the testicles crushed, and the local birds feasting upon the gruesome treat with gusto.

The man’s own fault, for his lack of caution regarding the dangerous local fauna.

Dopheld Mitaka heard the news and laughed.

Hux licked his chaps and picked at his nails. The man’s eyes were so soft and squishy. His throat so tender. His father must be slipping in his old age. Were Hux in charge, he would never let such a disgusting disgrace sully his ranks.

**

Hux took his little pack from the Academy ships to other postings. From mountainous terrains to slushy wetlands, from ocean worlds to lands of fire.

On one such world he met Phasma, a lioness crouched behind heavy armor.

Hux took his expanding pack from ship to ship to bigger ships, until the Supreme Leader himself assigned him to the Finalizer as General, a rank that his father never did manage to achieve.

**

Supreme Leader Snoke smelled of something long dead and rotting.

Hux had told his mother so, under the cover of the trees. She shushed him quickly, but her eyes were bright and shifty.

**

Lady Hux visited her husband after waving off her son.

The Lord of the Forest called on his elders and many brothers.

Slowly but steadily those of Brendol II’s pack who were not on the Finalizer were nudged to other key positions within the military and civilian branches of the First Order.

**

Rumor had it that General Hux could sense your weakness and smell your fear.

**

Rumor had it that General Hux had eyes and ears everywhere. Nothing got past the man.

**

He prowled his domain during day cycles with hair slicked back, uniform well-pressed, and great coat flapping around him. Officers and Stormtroopers alike paid him respect as he strolled down the hallways.

She prowled her domain during night cycles with fur well-groomed, eyes sharp, and ears sharper, her pale whiskers twitching before her. Officer and Stormtroopers alike rarely noticed her as she stalked through the vents and around dark corners.

**

Rumor had it that General Hux kept a cat.

Some say it was a gift from his mother, a small predator from her remote home world. Others say it was just a very large house cat, and was crabby and tabby and shed viciously.

Engineering and sanitation could confirm there indeed was a cat. It kept the ship clean of small pests stowed aboard with supplies and cargo, and left orange hairballs in its wake. The latter was much easier to clean than the former.

FN- 2187 had once managed to stroke its fluffy tail. He got a hiss and a swipe for his troubles, and was reprimanded for carelessly damaging his armor.

Dopheld Mitaka could confirm there indeed was a cat. Her name was Millicent, named after fortitude and industry, virtues of the First Order, and she was ever darling. But even when bribed with extra rations, the Lieutenant would not say if the cat was General Hux’s.

On some night cycles Mitaka would curl up in his tiny officer’s bunk with a data pad held in his hands, and Millicent’s heavy form draped over his lap, purring like a small engine. Sometimes he swore the cat was reading along with him.

**

Unamo was professional and never gave her a second look, trusting her in her duties as a cat aboard the Finalizer just as Hux trusted her as his chief petty officer.

Thanisson was still young, and made toys out of scarps for her when he thought no one was looking.

Mitaka’s lap was the best. She knew the man well, as he knew her well. He left her blue milk, knew exactly where to scratch behind her ears, and told her all the Officer gossips.

Phasma’s bunk was the second best. She respected the Captain, as the Captain tolerated her. Her bunk was nice and snug and warm. The buzzing of the many Stormtroopers so near and so easy to hear.

**

Kylo Ren was an unwelcomed intruder on the Finalizer. How like Supreme Leader Snoke, to jam his own apprentice like an ill-fitting spanner into an already well-oiled machine.

Hux forced the sneer off his face, and assigned the Knights of Ren’s Master the furthest quarters from the rest of his crew.

**

Millicent snuck into Ren’s quarters, and felt her heckles rise.

The unnatural Force, so unlike the powers of his mother’s people, was thick and choking.

And the corpse within the helmet grimaced upon its pedestal. She swore she could still smell a lingering stench of death and fire and regret.

**

Kylo Ren destroyed non-vital but expensive equipment, again, in his childish fits.

Millicent rubbed her orange hair all over the Knight’s dark robes. Ugh how the robes also smelled. She’d better remind Ren to use the housekeeping droids properly later.

Kylo Ren choked Mitaka and left the man in medical for two days.

Millicent used Ren’s helmet stand as a litterbox.

Hux fumed silently. He wished he was still the wild boy from his Academy days, so he may personally introduce his fists to Ren’s pasty face.

Ah, but a successful predator knew when to shy away from danger, knew when to lie in wait.

**

Kylo Ren was unnerved by the General. His mind was so different.

You would assume a man like him would have a mindscape that was systematic and organized, with neat logic charts and data sitting in rows. And this was what Kylo initially saw, a neat row house.

But as time went on, and Kylo probed deeper and deeper, he found behind the facade of the row house a winding jungle. Under the shadows of great leaves, thoughts darted shifting and quick, slippery and alert. There was no order, but the natural order called the chaos of life.

Kylo could not get a clear read on the man. Maybe the General had more to him than Kylo had first assumed, more than just a simpering military man promoted beyond his abilities due to nepotism.

**

Long ago on Arkanis, the Inquisitor did not manage to get a clear read on Commandant Hux’s decorative wife either. But he only saw the house with its white picket fence, not the jungle or the beast hidden so expertly behind it.

**

Kylo Ren, no, not Kylo Ren, but something softer within him, something softer and younger yet stronger, tried to leave blue milk for the cat that he knew frequented his quarters.

The milk dish was upturned. The milk untouched. Yet the man kept trying.

**

Leia never did let Ben keep a pet. She was too busy. Ben was too moody and easily distracted and quick to anger with other children. They moved too much.

**

Millicent scuffed at the milk. Who would want to drink milk from such unclean dishes?

But Millicent kept vigil with Kylo Ren one night cycle, when the Knight heaved and cried and tore at his own hair.

And when the man finally calmed down/collapsed, noticed the cat that had so often intruded his quarters, and smiled self-depreciatively at her, Millicent squatted down and kept Ren company, until he finally fell into a fitful sleep.

**

Commandant Hux never did let Brendol keep a pet either. Brendol’s mother tended to eat small animals or kill them for fun.

**

Kylo Ren’s hands were large and clumsy, but his lap was spacious and warm. His beddings smelled a little, but were soft and made a fine nest.

And when Ren finally meditated, the Force around him also calmed and soothed, like water through a clear stream, waves lapping upon orange sand, wind singing through verdant trees. And the stench of it waned from the rot of mass graveyards to the decay of fallen leaves and dead animals upon a forest floor, mixed with the heady smell of pollen and lively beasts. The smell of the endless natural cycle of life, instead of the doom and despair of the Dark.

Millicent kneaded Kylo Ren’s well-muscled back and purred.

**

Mitaka and Phasma were slightly disappointed that Millicent had apparently found herself another favorite sleeping spot.

She was such a fluffy warm furnace and soft hug pillow.

Meanwhile the Master of the Knights of Ren found his sleep cycles much improved.

**

FN- 2187’s betrayal was a blow to Hux’s pride. His father’s program, refined by his very own hands.

FN- 2187’s betrayal was a shock to Millicent. She had never heard a single word of sedition from the unit, and yet…

And Ren. Ren! He knew something was not right. And he informed no one. No one.

**

Nothing went right for Kylo.

First the prisoner, then the droid, then the condescending looks on General Hux’s face.

And even Millicent had abandoned him.

**

Why fire upon the entire system, when they could have easily overwhelmed the Resistance in more traditional ways?

Once was a demonstration. Twice. Twice was somewhat excessiveness. These were systems rich in resources. Ripe hunting grounds teeming with prey, his mother’s blood sang to him. Business to be done and good credits to be made, his mother’s brothers’ voices echoed in his head.

**

That smuggler Han Solo. That be a resourceful man. He cheated me out of fifty thousand good credits, and outran me four old legs with two. Hux’s maternal grandfather had once said to him.

Hux did not pay that particular story enough attention. He was regretting it deeply now.

**

Hux looked at Ren lying like a deadweight in the snow, and wished his other self was larger like his mother’s.

Just as well, heavy lifting was what Stormtroopers were for.

Hux looked again at Starkiller Base beneath his feet, and felt slightly heartsick. He’d wasted so much time and energy here. He’d even grew a fluffier winter coat for it.

**

Ren made a pitiable figure, pale as the sheet beneath him, his hair a black halo of death around his head, the scent of blood and sickness surrounded him like a shroud.

Hux’s father was stubborn and weak. But Hux’s mother and Hux still loved him dearly.

What would it feel like, to kill your own father? No matter how pathetic he was?

And why order your Knight to focus on killing one smuggler, no matter how resourceful or annoying he was, when the bombs set into the oscillator support struts clearly took precedence?!

**

Kylo opened his eyes, and saw the silhouette of Millicent curled upon a visitor’s chair.

**

Foxe Tarkin had once passed words to Hux, his dear old Academy Dejarik club buddy, on his very own Knight of Ren, and exactly what he thought Snoke’s training had entailed.

“A full medical team on standby, six tanks of bacta. And two psychiatrists I had to pay for out of my own pocket. My own pocket. And the insurance company refused to cover it, because the patient was not a family member. It was horrible, Hux old chap, horribly expensive. And the worst part? My Knight didn’t even get any stronger. At least I didn’t notice him getting any stronger. All he got were six missing fingers, severe gum infection, and a bad case of claustrophobia! I had to spoon feed him for days.”

**

Kylo Ren was ungraceful, ungrateful, smelly, and a nuisance. Kylo Ren had cost Hux his Starkiller Base, possibly his hard-earned rank, the disappointment of his father, and years of mockery from his mercantile second cousins, cackling hyenas all of them.

But Snoke was delusional, nonsensical, smelled worse, and had set off every instinctual alarm within Hux’s body, from the top of his red haired head to the tip of his tail. Snoke had cost Hux his Starkiller Base, probably would strip him of his hard-earned rank, strip him of his life even. Compared to that, the disappointment of his father and the mockeries of his cousins were minor pains.

And Kylo Ren was in Hux’s pack now. A lumbering great dog who fancied himself a wolf, trailing behind the vultures and lions and jackals.

**

Kylo gaped at General Hux and his menagerie of uncles and cousins up to the n-th degree. He swore Ben Solo’s father (oh how the thought of that man pierced Ben’s heart still) knew some of these men.

“Well Lord Ren, did you think all of my family were born with military uniforms on their backs?” Hux huffed.

**

Kylo gaped at the collection of First Order ships, well over half of the total fleet.

“Ah Lord Kylo Ren, I’ve heard so much about you from Lord Jacen Ren,” Lieutenant General Foxe Tarkin said over the comms. “Oh this coup? Well we’ve been considering it on and off for years now. Jason and his two lovely sisters helped by shielding some of us lesser mortals from otherworldly prying. He never mentioned it to you?”

**

Kylo gaped some more from his position on the floor, a new lightsaber wound in his other side, one eye glued shut with congealed blood, all of his energy spent trying to hold back Snoke’s merciless onslaught on their minds, at the now armless Jacen Ren laying prone under the arc of Snoke’s lightsaber, at the giant cat that had crept behind Snoke and was currently leaping for his shriveled neck.

“Millicent?!”

**

Hux found out ~~Jason~~Jacen Ren was good as a distraction, even though the man failed and flailed at just about everything else. How had Tarkin gotten saddled with this sad excuse of a Knight anyway? Oh wait, maybe because Tarkin was an opportunistic coward, and didn’t even try to come into Snoke’s inner chamber. In fact he didn’t even land on the planet. Stratospheric support fire. More like stratospheric excuse!

Hux found out Snoke smelled really bad, and tasted even worse. Even his arterial blood stank of death.

Hux found out getting Force-thrown into a wall was most painful. He broke six ribs and a leg.

Comparatively Kylo was actually useful for once. He had managed to drag himself back up with an enraged scream, and finished what Hux had started by decapitating Snoke with one cleaving stroke.

Hux also found out, much later, cradled and bandaged by his fretting mother, whose pearly teeth were still stained with other people’s blood, whose well-manicured nails were still dirty with bits of flesh, that she hadn’t managed to shift into her larger other self either until her darling Lieutenant was in mortal peril.

**

“So you’ve slept on my pillow and peed on my helmet stand,” Kylo Ren pouted accusingly at Grand Admiral Hux.

“Millicent is not exactly the same as myself. You know nothing of the way of shapeshifters, Ren,” Hux growled back, his face flushed full red.

But I am willing to learn, thought Kylo.

But he did not voice that thought out loud. Instead he fought over the pillows and blankets with Hux, and nearly got shoved off the bed for his efforts. The Grand Admiral was a literal animal between the sheets. Millicent had gotten so large. They needed a bigger bed.

**

“So could you be in human form, but keep the ears and tail?”

“Careful Ren.”

**

“So I’ve heard General Tarkin and Jacen Ren had recently underwent the First Order civil bonding ceremony-”

“Two idiot birds of a feather. They either did the galaxy a great service by removing themselves voluntarily from the dating pool, or are planning some form of taxation fraud. Did you want something Lord Ren?”

Kylo looked slightly deflated and dropped the First Order magazine he was holding. Ah, but was that a blush on Hux’s face?

The magazine lay on the floor, flopped open to the fifth page. On it, Tarkin smirked like a fox that had gotten into the hen house, and Jacen’s homely farm boy’s face was split into a wild smile.

**

Commandant Hux retired to his wife’s home planet. His age and injured back finally catching up with him.

The man could often be seen in colorful shirts, lounging under the shade of blue palm trees with his lovely wife, sipping on a blue coconut.

The Lord of the Forest (and of Fora since his return) sometimes brought him dead animals large and small, with their heads bitten off, all lined up in a row on his front steps.

**

The remnants of the New Republic could not believe their fleets were blown up by a cat.

Hux still could not believe the New Republic was actually stupid enough to park most of their forces all within one system.

**

Curled contently around Kylo’s scarred body like a giant fuzz blanket, Millicent purred and dreamt of galactic domination.

**

Everything about this is beautiful and fluffy and fascinating. I love the way you've told this epic story in little cat-sized chunks. Hux's wild mother and cat pack are excellent.

This was phenomenal. So creative and well-written. I was really captivated. Nice job.

No hair washing! Sorry!

This is just a minifill. Hope someone else comes along with a proper full-length fill for you, OP!

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The one thing Rey has really come to appreciate since returning to the Resistance base is the concept of baths.

Back on Jakku—even on Ahch-To, a planet comprised mostly of water—the thought of just filling a tub with water and soaking in it was completely absurd. Even Master Luke kept a bath in his modest home on Ahch-To. Master Luke! He grew up on Tattooine, for crying out loud. He knows all about rationing water!

“It’s waste of resources.” Rey splashes her hands in the water. “I feel like I’m getting away with something.”

“Where do you think all that water goes when you unplug the drain?” asks Finn from behind her.

Finn’s chest, slippery with soap suds, presses gently against her back as he breathes. Rey’s bracketed comfortably between his legs, and she leans back a little until she feels his chin dig lightly into her shoulder.

“Back into the earth, I suppose?” Rey says, cupping her hands in the warm water and letting it slide through her fingers like a skein of silk.

Finn pours water over her head and it drips down into her eyes, blurring her vision. “Then it’s not really a waste,” he says, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her ear. “It’ll water the ground. Help plants grow. Definitely not a waste of resources.”

“Guess not.” Rey kicks her feet, sending soapy water over the edge of their tub. When she lifts her hands to push her hair out of her eyes, she notices her fingers are shriveled like old fruit left too long in the sun. “We ought to get out and let the water drain.”

“Probably,” Finn agrees, kissing the back of her ear again.

Rey turns until they’re facing each other. Finn dips his hands below the water, sliding them down her ribs to her waist.

“I think I’d much rather stay in here with you,” she says.

Finn grins at her, bright and brilliant, and leans in. “I’d like that,” he says against her lips.

Rey scoots as close to Finn as she can, which still isn’t as close as she wants it to be, and pulls him in for a kiss.

Best Millicent fill I've ever read.

I want to gather this fill in my arms and never let it go. This was just incredible. Crack with mythology and depth like this is INCREDIBLE. I love Hux's mother, Lord of the forest, so unusual and cool! I also love Hux just naturally adapting to being a female in cat form. I seriously love the way Millicent takes over laps and takes over lives. I fucking love the pack origin, the pack descriptions, and the animals he compares his pack to. I EVEN LOVE THE FAIRY TALE TRUE-LOVE-IN-PERIL-UNLOCKS-YOUR-FINAL-FORM TWIST BECAUSE IT CAME WITH A SIDE OF SNOKE DEATH AND BROKEN BONES AND I CAN'T STOP SMILING???

“So could you be in human form, but keep the ears and tail?”

“Careful Ren.”

OH YEAH AND THIS IS FUNNY AS HELL TOO.
I N C R E D I B L E

Oh oh oh and I love this too:

The two monsters looked at each other, and thought, alright.

That's when I knew I was in for some good shit.

Gorgeous! <3<3<3

This is the highest form of praise, and it doth warm my heart. - fill anon

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