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Thank you. And yes, Hux is very fluffy. Very very fluffy.

Ah thank you, ////

Thank you for reading! This prompt was gold.

Yes true love unlocks your final form! And cats, they do take over laps and lives don't they?

Also I could not pass up the chance to add a Necomimi tag on top of the Hux/Kylo Ren tag on AO3.

I ship Commandant Hux and his wife. I ship them hard.

A!A

thanks! :D

I just saw it on AO3 and laughed like an idiot at the Brendol's mom has it goin' on and The Force Smells tags.

Also some typos I noticed while I was rereading it:
fans = fangs
chaps = chops
scarps = scraps
heckles = hackles
scuffed = scoffed

Still though, have all my kudos and cat toys!

Oh my god YES to high fashion goth ninja Kylo Ren. I think I have to go find a darkside fashion designer AU to read now -- that has to be a thing that exists, right?? If not, I suggest you write it anon!

<3 I like this fic so much that when I saw a cool fem Hux aesthetic thing on tumblr (http://apprenticekylo.tumblr.com/post/137783787452/hux-genderswap) I not only immediately thought of Colder Than the Moon, I was confused about the blue eyes in the edit, because I'm always thinking: see these eyes so green!

Oh this is adorable! Great job A!A!

OP, here. Ohhhhh, that was so sweet and tender! I love it when Rey is kind of wide-eyed and Finn knows things she doesn't. This is just what I was hoping for. Thank you!! <3 <3 <3

this hurts too much for me to not second it

Read it here (http://archiveofourown.org/works/6268033)

Hope you'll like it :)

I don't know my mythology that well, but what does Finn have to do with Poe falling asleep in meetings?

It's not like he was completely clueless, Poe reached puberty about the same time as most humanoids, got the speech from his school and educational materials. His parents told him about it too, but unlike most other humans apparently somewhere higher up in his lineage, maybe a few generations away, someone had not been completely human. His parents told him he'll thirst for it, the energy that came with the lust, and how easy it would be to lure a partner in.

They warned him to be careful, while the transaction could be mutually beneficial to both sides, it could also seriously drain one of them out.

Poe hadn't completely believed it until he first experienced it, the hunger, the feral urges. Initially he tried to ignore it, but eventually he gave in and sated the urges with make outs and one night stands. He was good to his bed partners and charming before and after the deed was done, not surprisingly this helped him develop a reputation. Only a few of his friends knew the truth, but once he joined the Resistance, the number grew. There were always those willing to help, and so there was no shortage of partners, no lack of options, and Poe could have been content.

At least until Finn entered his life and actually made me want. Finn always had a sweet smile for him and welcoming warm eyes, but as Finn grew less naive about the world Poe could see when those warm eyes turned blank, when he would turn away because Poe was leaving with a partner. The First Order had given their soldiers sex edu to avoid any unwanted pregnancies and to spread the fear of STDs, both conditions worthy of termination, but apparently stormtroopers were also given drugs to keep them chemically castrated and sexually uninterested. If the way Finn looked at Poe was any indication Finn already had someone as his first crush, but Poe's reputation had already worked against him.

That and Poe didn't want to take advantage, Finn deserved a chance with others, he shouldn't just go with the first friend he had or because he somehow imprinted on Poe. Worse, what if Finn felt he was obligated?

So Poe continued like he always had, trying to ignore the way Finn would look every time Poe left with another. Finn would get over it, there were others who could care for Finn better then he ever could, but Poe was agitated and so he decreased the number of his trysts, his partners deserved better from him, not when he was pining for another.

Jessika apparently thought he was being silly, “There's a difference between taking advantage of him when he doesn't know any better, and telling him the truth. Maybe you can either get it out of your system, or who knows – maybe this can be a regular thing?”

Snap nodded, agreeing. “You're stressed, worried, and I can say you don't seem to be 'eating' properly. Do something about it.”

Except Poe couldn't do anything about it, every time he approached Finn the boy would always light up and smile and Poe found himself unable to say anything that could take the smile away. He doubled his efforts trying to be a good friend, and if his hands sometimes lingered too long neither he nor Finn said anything.

Only Finn had thrown him off his game, Snap was right, he wasn't feeding properly. The incubus in him clawed and screamed, and Poe pushed it down, trying desperately to cage his hunger. He could contain this, he was an adult now, he commandeered his squad and earned the rank of commander. He could resist these desires, this ache, the feral hunger inside him.

On every count, he failed.

Oh thank you. Corrected.
(I really should beta more while coherent and awake...)

Ooooh this is looking super promising! I personally love it so far!

Oh my goodness, that's pretty. Thank you for linking it!

Definitely with the green eyes, though. So, so green...

am i going to second a prompt that's over a month old??? you bet i am

Bookmarked to read when complete!

A!A

Yay! I'm happy to hear you liked it and it fit what you were looking for, OP! :)

A!A

Thanks!

author anon here:

thanks for all the nice comments, I'm glad you liked it :) I haven't replied earlier because I'm quite anxious about the feedback to my writing haha.

I've been thinking about writing a short second chapter to this fic in which Hux would visit Kylo and his "Knights of Ren" (a Velvet Underground-like alternative rock band) in the countryside where they are trying to record a new album (so after "Brooklyn", it would refer to another of D. Gleeson's films, "Frank" lol). And maybe have a convo with Snoke somewhere in the beginning. But I'm not sure about this, as it would depart quite far from the original prompt and I'll see if inspiration strucks me, as it did with this one

Pretty sure they were referring to Finn falling asleep in meeting because he's having his energy literally drained not Poe.

Can I second the putting this on AO3 bit? Like your writing style is just so excellent that if you were on there I'd be reading everything else you've written right about now

aka the Omake that no one asked for.

Income Splitting

**

Jason, no, Jacen Ren now, was no Lord. He was just a simple farmer’s son, sold by his parents after the land ran dry and the money from selling his sisters ran out. He worked in the mines for a while, saved himself and other slaves from a cave-in, and became feared and hated for it instead of thanked, then this creepy old guy bought him up and trained him in something called the Force. Light side, Dark side, Jacen really didn’t care about either. He was called a freak back at home and later at the mine, and now he was surrounded by other freaks just like himself. He stumbled along trying not to die, and learned how to destroy people with his head instead of raise crops with his hands.

Now High Colonel Tarkin, he was a real Lord. Sure he said he was from a minor offshoot branch of the great Tarkin family, but there was a man who was used to lording over people. He ate with three different forks, never touched nothing without gloves, washed his tea leaves before soaking them, and off-handedly expected everyone to do as he said. Jacen bet he changed his underwear every day too.

Jacen despised and feared men like Lord Tarkin. They used you and put you down and ruined your life, all without a second thought.

**

Foxe Tarkin was always a bit unnerved by Brendol Hux II. Birthed from an unfavorable and sentimental match that suddenly turned into an invaluable alliance after the Empire’s fall, raised by a savage and unconventional mother, the rising star of the Academy, spotless in his service records, the speed of Hux’s promotions were unprecedented. The man was already a Major General commanding one of the newer destroyers at so young an age.

Where Foxe, the middle son of a middle son of yet another inconsequential middle son, was still stuck with a rickety old ship and the rank of High Colonel.

Foxe could not beat Brendol at Dejarik, Foxe could not beat Brendol at marksmanship or hand to hand, Foxe could not beat Brendol in his ranks, and now Foxe was getting a Knight of Ren as an honored guest to lord over him on his own ship, while Brendol was flying free.

**

Instead of a Lord Knight, Foxe got an awkward and brutish country bumpkin.

The man had a square build, a square face, preferred to not wear his mask, and stared at everything with dull gray eyes and a touch of nervousness. His skin was coarse and rough, his stubbles unshaved, his hair the color of dried mud. The lightsaber, that graceful traditional weapon of epic ballads, became more like a club or cleaver in his thick hands.

Where had Snoke found such a creature? How unfair that something of such common stock came to possess a power as great as the Force.

But the Knight was sufficiently effective on the battlefield. His movements may have been stiff and mechanical, his lack of zeal most demotivating, but heads rolled like ripe fruits around him and bodies fell like cut wheat. And the Stormtroopers seemed to like him and looked up to him.

Foxe kept on Brendol’s good side when some of their peers made the huge mistake of ostracizing the Hux heir for his family background and unimpressive looks.

Foxe would keep on this so-called Knight’s good side too. No reason to antagonize someone when you are still unsure of their depths and uses.

**

Jacen prodded clumsily at Lord Tarkin’s mind with a blunt finger, while the High Colonel was asleep.

Tarkin did not like Snoke. Tarkin did not trust Snoke. Tarkin had a group of loose associates who shared the same ideas.

Jacen dipped a dry cracker into the tea Lord Tarkin had given him. Who knew they had something in common?

**

Foxe Tarkin woke up the next day with a brutal headache and the sudden realization that dim as the Knight appeared, some Force users were known mind-readers. He was the first to be assigned a Knight, but soon the others would be saddled with the same, spies and enforcers for the Supreme Leader. Their collective dissatisfaction could be dragged under clear daylight!

He would have to turn the Knight. Either turn him, or get rid of him covertly. A pity, he thought they were starting to get along.

**

Foxe Tarkin took an extended leave for family visitation. His poor darling mother was old and infirm (his mother grumbled when she had to leave her sunny vacation with Lady Hux to return home and cover for her useless son. And she was NOT old and infirm. The nerve of that stupid boy).

Jacen kinda missed him. Who was he supposed to eat lunch with now (Jacen realized the High Colonel actually could get down and dirty with his troops during their latest mess of a ground deployment. And when they washed away the grim and blood in a river, Jacen saw that beneath the pressed uniforms and silk bathrobes there was a body just as scarred, and the long-fingered hands under those gloves were calloused and not soft at all. The man could also eat comfortably without any forks, and deal with the same underwear for days on end when forced to).

**

Know thy enemies and know thy friends, so said Foxe’s low-functioning alcoholic of a father in his rare sober moments (he was a decent strategist once, but the fall of the Empire had turned him into the sort of man who named his own child after a small canid by drunkenly flipping through a dictionary at random).

Foxe used his leave time to do some research.

Foxe found Jacen’s father and mother, and realized they were of no use at all. They prized their few livestock over their children.

But they did tell the rich man who bought their vegetables at overcharged prices about all the children they’ve had and sold. Difficult years those were, govern’r. We’ve sent the little ones off with good people, govern’r.

If he really was the governor. Oh if he really was the governor, children would not be bought and sold at all (but repurposing them for the greater good of the galaxy was perfectly justified). In this Foxe firmly agreed with Brendol, that people are base and weak-willed and full of vices, and must be directed with a careful hand and shown the importance of order. The First Order would see to that.

All in all the trip was somewhat disappointing, but not a complete waste.

**

“These people continue to foolishly resist the First Order, even when given the choice of unconditional surrender! We should make an example of them and showcase our military might through orbital carpet bombardment of their major cities!” High Colonel Quel waved his fist at the star map on display.

“Ah excuse me Sir, but I thought we’ve already made an example and showcased the First Order’s military might with the capital city of one of their planets?” Colonel Terrill Jerjerrod pointed at said planet’s sad projection helpfully.

“Do you question the judgement of a superior officer, Colonel?” Quel raised his considerable eyebrows.

High Colonel Tarkin interjected before Quel could pull rank on poor Jerjerrod, “Ah dear High Colonel, I’m afraid I would have to vote against that too. Orbital bombardments are expensive. Carpet orbital bombardments of this scale would put us in the red. We’ve already destroyed most of this system’s military, the people are very much cowed. Let us not draw more attention to ourselves, and provide these people, foolish as they are, some other alternatives, the traditional carrot and stick perhaps, instead of driving them into a dead end. Cornered dogs do tend to bite hard.”

“Spoken like a true accountant instead of a warrior, High Colonel Tarkin.”

“And war is all about resource allocation, my dear friend. Please, allow me to try the gentlemen’s approach once. You can bombard away to your heart’s content if I fail, and buy me a pound of high-mountain Sapir tea if I am successful. Unless, you have not the confidence to be a betting man?” Tarkin raised his own thin eyebrows after taking a sip of the substandard cafeteria tea.

Quel fumed. Toadies of that upstart Hux whelp the lot of them. The only thing they were good at was ganging up on the competition like a pack of wild dogs. But the Tarkin name, even when carried by the middle son of a middle son of yet another inconsequential middle son, still held more weight than a last name like Quel.

**

Jacen Ren stopped High Colonel Tarkin at the caf dispenser, where the latter went to dump out the horrid tea.

“Ah Lord Jacen. You were so quiet during the meeting. Here for some caf as a pick-me-up?” Foxe Tarkin was all smiles.

“I have misjudged you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You tried to spare the people of this system. You are actually an honorable man,” Jacen’s voice shook slightly even through the voice modulator.

“What? Spare the people?” Foxe Tarkin scrunched up his sharp thin face. “No, I am trying to spare our fundings! Do you have any idea how much orbit to ground missiles cost? Every shot from our ventral cannons is a shot of credits. And we are here to procure more resources for the Order, not to waste them. It would be the utmost stupidity to bombard established facilities, priceless historical artefacts that we can sell, free labor, and potential Stormtroopers! The Resistance has the Republic’s money, and we get nothing. I would like to have a newer ship sometime this century.”

Tarkin put down his dirty cup for other people to wash, and turned his full attention on Jacen, “Oh and Lord Jacen, please go put on your full armor sometime in the next hour. I am going to hail the local politicians, hopefully for a more face to face audience, where you are going to stand behind me, look scary, and Force choke some people. Intimidation is a very viable negotiation tool.”

Jacen was so disappointed.

**

The siege of Omm was a resounding success.

The follow up negotiations saw the system’s incorporation into the First Order completely.

Foxe Tarkin still didn’t get his new ship, or a promotion, or even a commendation. Life was so unfair.

High Colonel Quel got him the wrong tea.

**

How unfortunate, High Colonel Tarkin, that some amongst our current leadership mistake efficiency for mercy, and mercy for weakness.

So said Hux to his old Dejarik partner over a distant maternal uncle’s private comm line.

Foxe fumed and cursed the old coots in high command with Brendol. Ah but at least Brendol shared his refined taste and sent him the good stuff, half a pound of platinum grade high-mountain Sapir tea.

(Hux hated Sapir tea. But a Tarkin middle son was a useful ally to have for both an influential name, and the predictable thirst for recognition.)

**

High Colonel Tarkin left his XO in charge, and flounced off on leave again for a tea convention.

No wonder he was stuck as a High Colonel for so many years. The man had no work ethic.

**

Foxe Tarkin booked a private conference with Jacen Ren, one week after the former’s tardy return to his rickety old Imperial-class star destroyer.

Jacen walked into the High Colonel’s private office, and saw Foxe Tarkin in his usual seat.

Sitting at Foxe’s left was a plain looking young woman in a plain white dresses. Despite being fed and groomed and given several full physical check-ups over the week, her cheeks were still gaunt, her grey eyes full of anxiety, her mud colored hair carefully braided but dry as straw. And when she opened her mouth no words came out, for her tongue was gone.

Yet she was so loud, that even Foxe had heard her in his head.

“Jason!” the girl cried over the Force.

Foxe had never really quite felt comfortable watching a grown man cry, or family members who cared for and cherished each other for that matter. He stood up to make tea instead. The convention was great for a cover story and for restocking his collection.

**

“Well your other sister is safely with Colonel Jerjerrod at the moment. He was gracious enough to rendezvous with us and host us after our narrow escape from the Hutt. Her condition was less stable, and the medical staff deemed it unwise for her to travel again with so little rest. Of course, as soon as she is feeling better, you three would be without a doubt reunited, dear Jacen,” said Foxe Tarkin, his voice full of sympathy, as his hands busied themselves with the steeping of more tea for his guests.

“I was wrong about you. You are a kind man and a fair leader! Lord Tarkin, how could we ever hope to repay this kindness?!” Jacen Ren went down to his knees before his Lord, with his sister quickly following his example. Their homely faces were open and servile, their gray eyes shining with tears and joy.

**

Ah, how fortunate that Jacen Ren was such a simple and straightforward man, trained to bow down to others since birth, with all of his ambitions grinded out of him by the misfortunes of life. Foxe did so loathe the idea of having to use the other sister as leverage.

**

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