Getting back on track with the next chapter. I guess I needed detour Finn/Hux? Idk!
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"Finn was adopted as a baby when I was 11. I only really knew him for two years before I went off to boarding school. I came back from school every once in a while at first but stopped completely once I hit 16. I graduated and came home---"
"Gross, dude. He'd be seven."
Hux lifts his head off the pillow and looked at Ren with distain. "You're sick. Shut up so I can finish," he repositions his head on the pillow once Ren nodded. "I came home for the summer before college and he was really excited to spend time with his brother. My parents would constantly propel him in my direction. He was so irritating, you know? He always sang these praises about that asshole of a Dad of ours and ask me what I was doing all the damn tim---"
"Can you please just give me the Cliffnotes? I don't need these details." Ren says lounging in the seat, clearly bored.
Hux's face scrunched in fustration. "Fine. I went to college, worked summers, didn't come home, came home again after getting my PhD---"
Ren looked impressed. "You have a PhD?"
"Yeah, in economics," Hux clipped at him, "Anyways, by the time I came home, Finn had turned 18. I didn't even recognize him..."
The younger man cocked his head at the sudden silence. "Go on..?"
"Mother told me to go greet Phasma and Finn as soon as I got back. I didn't bother to think their rooms had changed," Hux puts a hand over his face, Ren figures in embarrassment, "I went to Finn's room first and there was a vaguely alive mass underneath the covers. I just assumed he was asleep; it was 6AM on a Saturday so I didn't bother waking him. I headed to Phasma's room and I bumped into him coming out. I just thought he was Phasma's boyfriend and frowned at him. From my point of view, it looked like he'd slept with my sister was trying to sneak out on her before she woke up."
Ren reminisces fondly about the cracks that formed on the concrete pillar of the gazebo from the older woman's punches. "I don't think there is a guy with the guts to purposely cross your sister, Hux."
"Probably not." Hux laughs. Just then, Ren notices how relaxed Hux seemed. His face sharpens under Ren's intense gaze, "Anyways, I confronted him when I found him rustling around in the kitchen a little later. I don't think he got the coded threats--just stared with wide, innocent eyes. I think I eventually told him to not sleep around with women so loosely..."
"Wow, look who's the morality police." Ren snarks as he gives Hux a mocking applaud, "A hero to all women. He only visits male prostitutes!"
Hux breathed out in an exasperated annoyance. "It was 6AM. I was tired and angry. Phasma has called me often to complain about some shitty boyfriend that had hurt her, although she would never say it that way. No one in this family has the skills to actually deal with real human emotions."
Ren nods in agreement. He's noticed a trend of distance in this family. They'll laugh, smile, get angry, cry but it always has an intangible quality as if they're in an alternate dimension and you're merely looking at them. The emotion is so far removed from the action it's hard to tell if they're really feeling anything. Well, except when it involves another Hux.
"Anyways," Hux continued, "He just laughs a little. You can imagine how much that improved my mood," he rolls his eyes slightly, "Then he says, 'But I like guys' in the most casual way. I must have stuttered 'what about Phasma?' because he replies with a grin, 'yeah, she likes guys, too'..."
Ren bursts with a delayed laugh at Hux's deadpan delivery.
"Then he asks me if I liked guys. I'm not ashamed or anything so I said I did too. He replied with something along the lines of 'that's good, I like that'..."
"Wow, didn't think the kid was that smooth." The other man whistles. "Wait, wait, wait. Did he recognize you?"
"No..." Hux says slowly, "It was dyed black a lot of the time, okay? It hadn't been natural since I was 13. I only let it grow out normally towards the end of college."
"This is a beautiful series of circumstances." Ren says, shaking his head in amusement. "So you guys hit it off and screwed or...?" Ren remembers something, "Oh yeah, you very eagerly denied that."
"Because we didn't." Hux says, ready to fight. "We were caught in a compromising position by our dad, okay?"
"How compromising?"
"Mid-blowjob."
"Wow." Ren extends his vowel, "I guess it's not that bad. Your saving grace is the whole estranged, adopted siblings thing. My big family secret was my mom and her brother kissed. Some separated at birth thing, but they're actually blood related, y'know?"
"Oh yeah?" Hux wasn't sure if Ren was telling him the truth. He didn't know much about Ren to be honest, only the things he's concocted as "Ben". "I guess I should tell you it went on for three years after, too. Dad really couldn't do anything about it other than seethe and be disgusted since we were both adults."
Something in Ren's mind clicked as Hux chuckled at the thought. "Wait, so are you telling me that the entire thing after the first encounter was a big, three-year fuck you to your dad?" Before Hux could even respond, Ren's hand reached for the pencil holder. Without warning, he threw it at Hux, "So you were playing with that kid's emotions to spite your dad? Come to think of it, why the hell was he crying when I came in here anyways?" Ren grabs a stapler from the desk and approached the man lying defenseless surrounded by writing utensils. "That kid is so fucking earnest! He probably really liked you! What did you do, run off with another guy once your dad was too far gone to care?" Hux narrowly dodges the stapler by rolling to the other side of the bed.
"What the hell, Ren?" Hux says looking at the stapler resting in a deep crease on the sheets. He's rolled completely off the bed to take shelter under the edge. He hears a loud bang and looks to find a calculator stuck in the wall. Hux has never actually been on the receiving end of one of these explosions, only spectated as an amused third-party. "Ren, damn it, listen! I did like him! I left because Finn cared about what Dad thought and felt guilty about it all! He went to college and we didn't speak afterward."
Hux hears something fall by Ren's feet on the other side of the bed.
Hux sighs and peers over the edge. "It was mutual, okay? All of it. From beginning to end. I loved him."
Ren walks towards the bed and lays atop the assorted of pencils and pens in exhaustion. After a deep sigh he turns to Hux in silence. In the meantime, the man's hair had managed to become disheveled and his cheeks were tinted a slightly rosy color. Hux thought it suited him nicely. "So this all ended around about two years ago, huh?" Ren contemplated for a moment then genuinely laughs, "About the same time you started coming to me. You're horrible, you know?"
"Well, you agreed to marry me so your taste in men must be as bad as your taste in furniture." Hux frowns as he rises, taking a moment to glance at the calculator that punctured the eastern wall of his room.
Hux sits next to Ren's laying figure with his back firmly against the headboard as Ren thinks of a retort. "One, my furniture is high quality merchandise and is reflective of my impeccable taste. Two, I'm only marrying you for your money. Don't get cocky, Bren."
Hux's frown cracks with the semblance of a smile. "Trust me, Ren, I don't want to be your type. I've seen your clientele."
"Oh, those guys pay the best. The white-collar repressed type. They pay me like I'm going to run to their wives and tell," Ren yawned, eyes closing. "Those fucking parasites don't realize they're one of thousands, I couldn't care less about their damn lives outside the time they've paid for..."
Hux hums a response. "That's what I like about you, Ren. Just business."
"Yup, just business," Ren's voice was far away, slowly being consumed by sleep. "Just what Snoke always said...just business..."
Hux looked down at the sleeping figure, "Snoke?"
Ren was fast asleep but Hux raked through his mind. Snoke. Snoke. Why did that name sound familiar?
Fill: Hux/Kylo Ren undying Fake Dating/married trope (5)
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"Finn was adopted as a baby when I was 11. I only really knew him for two years before I went off to boarding school. I came back from school every once in a while at first but stopped completely once I hit 16. I graduated and came home---"
"Gross, dude. He'd be seven."
Hux lifts his head off the pillow and looked at Ren with distain. "You're sick. Shut up so I can finish," he repositions his head on the pillow once Ren nodded. "I came home for the summer before college and he was really excited to spend time with his brother. My parents would constantly propel him in my direction. He was so irritating, you know? He always sang these praises about that asshole of a Dad of ours and ask me what I was doing all the damn tim---"
"Can you please just give me the Cliffnotes? I don't need these details." Ren says lounging in the seat, clearly bored.
Hux's face scrunched in fustration. "Fine. I went to college, worked summers, didn't come home, came home again after getting my PhD---"
Ren looked impressed. "You have a PhD?"
"Yeah, in economics," Hux clipped at him, "Anyways, by the time I came home, Finn had turned 18. I didn't even recognize him..."
The younger man cocked his head at the sudden silence. "Go on..?"
"Mother told me to go greet Phasma and Finn as soon as I got back. I didn't bother to think their rooms had changed," Hux puts a hand over his face, Ren figures in embarrassment, "I went to Finn's room first and there was a vaguely alive mass underneath the covers. I just assumed he was asleep; it was 6AM on a Saturday so I didn't bother waking him. I headed to Phasma's room and I bumped into him coming out. I just thought he was Phasma's boyfriend and frowned at him. From my point of view, it looked like he'd slept with my sister was trying to sneak out on her before she woke up."
Ren reminisces fondly about the cracks that formed on the concrete pillar of the gazebo from the older woman's punches. "I don't think there is a guy with the guts to purposely cross your sister, Hux."
"Probably not." Hux laughs. Just then, Ren notices how relaxed Hux seemed. His face sharpens under Ren's intense gaze, "Anyways, I confronted him when I found him rustling around in the kitchen a little later. I don't think he got the coded threats--just stared with wide, innocent eyes. I think I eventually told him to not sleep around with women so loosely..."
"Wow, look who's the morality police." Ren snarks as he gives Hux a mocking applaud, "A hero to all women. He only visits male prostitutes!"
Hux breathed out in an exasperated annoyance. "It was 6AM. I was tired and angry. Phasma has called me often to complain about some shitty boyfriend that had hurt her, although she would never say it that way. No one in this family has the skills to actually deal with real human emotions."
Ren nods in agreement. He's noticed a trend of distance in this family. They'll laugh, smile, get angry, cry but it always has an intangible quality as if they're in an alternate dimension and you're merely looking at them. The emotion is so far removed from the action it's hard to tell if they're really feeling anything. Well, except when it involves another Hux.
"Anyways," Hux continued, "He just laughs a little. You can imagine how much that improved my mood," he rolls his eyes slightly, "Then he says, 'But I like guys' in the most casual way. I must have stuttered 'what about Phasma?' because he replies with a grin, 'yeah, she likes guys, too'..."
Ren bursts with a delayed laugh at Hux's deadpan delivery.
"Then he asks me if I liked guys. I'm not ashamed or anything so I said I did too. He replied with something along the lines of 'that's good, I like that'..."
"Wow, didn't think the kid was that smooth." The other man whistles. "Wait, wait, wait. Did he recognize you?"
"No..." Hux says slowly, "It was dyed black a lot of the time, okay? It hadn't been natural since I was 13. I only let it grow out normally towards the end of college."
"This is a beautiful series of circumstances." Ren says, shaking his head in amusement. "So you guys hit it off and screwed or...?" Ren remembers something, "Oh yeah, you very eagerly denied that."
"Because we didn't." Hux says, ready to fight. "We were caught in a compromising position by our dad, okay?"
"How compromising?"
"Mid-blowjob."
"Wow." Ren extends his vowel, "I guess it's not that bad. Your saving grace is the whole estranged, adopted siblings thing. My big family secret was my mom and her brother kissed. Some separated at birth thing, but they're actually blood related, y'know?"
"Oh yeah?" Hux wasn't sure if Ren was telling him the truth. He didn't know much about Ren to be honest, only the things he's concocted as "Ben". "I guess I should tell you it went on for three years after, too. Dad really couldn't do anything about it other than seethe and be disgusted since we were both adults."
Something in Ren's mind clicked as Hux chuckled at the thought. "Wait, so are you telling me that the entire thing after the first encounter was a big, three-year fuck you to your dad?" Before Hux could even respond, Ren's hand reached for the pencil holder. Without warning, he threw it at Hux, "So you were playing with that kid's emotions to spite your dad? Come to think of it, why the hell was he crying when I came in here anyways?" Ren grabs a stapler from the desk and approached the man lying defenseless surrounded by writing utensils. "That kid is so fucking earnest! He probably really liked you! What did you do, run off with another guy once your dad was too far gone to care?" Hux narrowly dodges the stapler by rolling to the other side of the bed.
"What the hell, Ren?" Hux says looking at the stapler resting in a deep crease on the sheets. He's rolled completely off the bed to take shelter under the edge. He hears a loud bang and looks to find a calculator stuck in the wall. Hux has never actually been on the receiving end of one of these explosions, only spectated as an amused third-party. "Ren, damn it, listen! I did like him! I left because Finn cared about what Dad thought and felt guilty about it all! He went to college and we didn't speak afterward."
Hux hears something fall by Ren's feet on the other side of the bed.
Hux sighs and peers over the edge. "It was mutual, okay? All of it. From beginning to end. I loved him."
Ren walks towards the bed and lays atop the assorted of pencils and pens in exhaustion. After a deep sigh he turns to Hux in silence. In the meantime, the man's hair had managed to become disheveled and his cheeks were tinted a slightly rosy color. Hux thought it suited him nicely. "So this all ended around about two years ago, huh?" Ren contemplated for a moment then genuinely laughs, "About the same time you started coming to me. You're horrible, you know?"
"Well, you agreed to marry me so your taste in men must be as bad as your taste in furniture." Hux frowns as he rises, taking a moment to glance at the calculator that punctured the eastern wall of his room.
Hux sits next to Ren's laying figure with his back firmly against the headboard as Ren thinks of a retort. "One, my furniture is high quality merchandise and is reflective of my impeccable taste. Two, I'm only marrying you for your money. Don't get cocky, Bren."
Hux's frown cracks with the semblance of a smile. "Trust me, Ren, I don't want to be your type. I've seen your clientele."
"Oh, those guys pay the best. The white-collar repressed type. They pay me like I'm going to run to their wives and tell," Ren yawned, eyes closing. "Those fucking parasites don't realize they're one of thousands, I couldn't care less about their damn lives outside the time they've paid for..."
Hux hums a response. "That's what I like about you, Ren. Just business."
"Yup, just business," Ren's voice was far away, slowly being consumed by sleep. "Just what Snoke always said...just business..."
Hux looked down at the sleeping figure, "Snoke?"
Ren was fast asleep but Hux raked through his mind. Snoke. Snoke. Why did that name sound familiar?