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I just went ahead and imagined Hux's mom as low-key Lucille from Arrested Development. She's probably be named Blanche or smth and spikes her lemonade with vodka. Also, I read that meet-cute story somewhere (not my original idea). If someone remembers, I'd appreciate a link to credit it.

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Ren's late to brunch.

Hux looks across at his mother, a lithe woman given volume by her white tweed dress suit with matching pillbox hat, who is checking her make-up in a compact mirror.

Mrs. Brendol Hux was the symbol of bourgeois female chic: a sophisticated, intelligent and independent modern woman. She was a doctor of astrophysics in her own right but opted for the stylization of Mrs. Hux. Her family was nouveau riche--her father, a former ranch hand, had struck oil. They had money but Mrs. Hux soon realized money was nothing in society without status. For this reason, Hux has always grown up thinking his mother only put up with his father for the right to be called a member of the prestigious Hux family. With her mink coats, diamond bracelets and lavish evening parties, she fancied herself a new age Mrs. Astor.

Hux looks away, checking his watch for the fourth time in the last two minutes. Mrs. Hux wipes away a smudge of lipstick off the edge of her mouth as she speaks. "Darling, maybe you've been stood up, hm?"

"He'll be here, Mother." Hux spits.

"No need to be so vicious, dear." The compact is snapped shut tightly while his mother's eyes meet his with as affectionate of a smile as she can muster, "Dolly, darling," Hux's eyebrows furrowed at the nickname as she continued in an affected childish voice, "It was so sudden, you realize? I hadn't even presumed you were in a relationship. You know, you never tell your poor Mother anything anymore. It's a bad habit, dear."

"I'll try to remember to tell you everything from now on, Mother." Hux gives a forced smile to accompany his sarcasm. "Where is Phasma anyways? She was supposed to be here."

"Oh, who knows where that child ever is?" She throws her hands up in mock defeat, "She didn't even come back for Father's funeral." A small 'tsk' noise escaped her lips as the normally serene face contorts. Her voice goes down to a lower octave, "If only I could have skipped it, too. It was such a drab affair, don't you agree, dear? Oh! And that old hell bat you call a grandmother! Just made it the worst, Dolly. You know, I had some really marvelous funeral ide---"

Mrs. Hux stopped, gazing past her son towards the figure that loomed behind him. To Hux's relief, the hand resting on his shoulder is undeniably Ren's. He's felt it there thousands of times before. Yet when Hux turns to investigate the man who is now uttering a humble apology and kissing Hux's cheek as he sits, Hux doubts this could be Ren. For one, his face is bright and clean-shaven as opposed to the broody atmosphere and stubble that characterized Ren's. Furthermore, this man's hair was cut to a professional length, nothing like Ren's unruly mane.

Over anything else, this man is charming, polite and warm--three adjectives Hux would never use to describe Kylo Ren.

The only confirmation he gets that this wasn't some clever imposter is the dirty look and harsh whisper ("introduce me, you jackass") Ren manages when Mrs. Hux is distracted by her desire to straighten every crinkle on her suit.

After her inspections, Mrs, Hux lets out a nervous giggle as she holds out her hand. "I'm Dolly's mom. Please, no need for formalities, just call me Mother. You're going to be part of the family soon, too...uh..." Mrs. Hux trails off and smiles at Ren again, her gaze wandering to her son. "Darling, you haven't even told me the name of your fiancée yet."

"Ren."

"Ben."

Mrs. Hux laughs nervously, a blush in her cheeks and her voice shrill in embarrassment. "Ren or Ben, darlings? I thought I heard both."

Ren---"Ben"---kicks Hux beneath the table and manages to give him a warning glare without his future mother-in-law seeing. R/Ben takes Mrs. Hux's hand and lays a light kiss on it, "It's Ben, Mother."

"Of course!" Hux's mother giggles again. "Dolly would play nasty little tricks like that when he was a child! He had a nanny from some foreign place or another and he would always say, 'Mother, say this to Ruth!'--that was the nanny's name, you understand--and I would say it." She lets out a laugh as if she found it amusing rather than wholly infuriating as she did then. "Then Ruth would would gasp and say in that sweet, little accent of hers, 'Oh, no, Mrs. Hux, you mustn't say that!'"

R/Ben laughed along with his mother, almost with perfect timing. "Mrs. Hux, I must say, I can't believe you are the mother of an adult man. When I walked up to the table, I thought for sure you were his sister."

"Oh!" Mrs. Hux's nose scrunches up in bashful laughter, "Ben dear, your silver tongue will be the death of me, I just know it! I think I'll excuse myself for a moment. You boys talk amongst yourselves."

As soon as his mother is out of earshot, Hux turns slowly to Ren. The younger man's face has temporarily reverted back to its sullen natural state as predatory eyes ravish the table. Hux couldn't help the incredulous tone of his voice when he finally speaks. "And who the hell are you supposed to be?"

Ren grabs a piece of bread from the center of the table. "Your fiancée, idiot." He takes a bite, "You're paying good money for this. Do you think I half-ass it when it comes to work?"

"No, but I didn't think I would be meeting Ben."

Ren shrugs, finishing off the piece. "Look, that old harpy will be back in two minutes and she's going to ask us how we met." He grabs Hux's lemonade and takes a sip, "How did we meet, Dolly?"

"Whatever happened to no pet names?"

"I don't even know your first name." Ren says finishing off the lemonade and grabbing a mini-quiche off the display. The more Hux thinks about it, the more he realizes that Ren really doesn't know a thing about him yet here he is getting to know his mother in intimate detail. He wouldn't say it was guilt but rather an anger at himself for not prepping Ren better for the job. He figures the least he could do is tell Ren his first name. As soon as he opens his mouth though, Ren cuts him off. "Doesn't matter. Anyways, are you handling the meet-cute or am I?"

"Do you have anything in mind?" Hux asks, glancing at the women's restrooms. "I don't think 'dive-bar glory hole' is going to win Mother over."

"Yeah, asshole, since I knew you didn't think it through." Ren growls while attacking a shortbread cookie, "Listen carefully, okay? When I first saw you, we were both sitting at the gate for a flight we both had to London. You've been to London, right?" Hux nods. "I glance at you often and think, 'He's cute'. When I get on the plane and the seat next to me is empty, and I think, 'Wouldn't it be nice if he ended up sitting next to me?' Well, chance has it that a family wanted to sit together and he offered to switch his seat with the seat that happened to be next to mine. We spent the entire flight discussing everything. But then tragically, our 13 hour flight lands. We exchanged numbers but drifted away until you suddenly send me a drunk text years later meant for another friend. We hit it off like no time had past at all and before we knew it, we were engaged. We were always in different places so we never had the opportunity to meet family."

Hux nods, shocked and impressed. "That'll work."

Hux is right: his mother eats the story right up. Along with the other things Ren is feeding her about degrees in political science and history, fencing lessons as a child, a pilot's license and how they just missed each other on the Riviera last winter. Hux isn't sure who this Ben creature Ren has created is but Hux thinks, judging from the shrill laughter emanating from his mother, that this may actually work.

OP here again.

"I don't even know your first name." Had me laughing so bad!

Lmao this is so hilarious

it's hurting my heart over here bc THATS REALLY BEN, AHHHK

also, i love Ren's worth ethic. like dammit, i'm a hooker, but i do my research

Oh my god. I never thought I'd be so in love with a fake dating scenario but this is beautiful.

This is great! I wonder how long they can keep their stories straight before they slip, or Kylo throws a tantrum :D

This is amazing! I love tantrum!Kylo but I also love competent!Kylo and it is lovely to get both.

Please tell me there's going to be more.

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