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Oh, that hurt.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6205054/chapters/14214985

And look what I did. I'll try to clean up and organize the other pieces in later.

Already bookmarked! <3

Feel free to really expand this fill. You're bloody brilliant.

Thanks!

author's note: tw: dub/non-con, mentions of non-consensual body modification, violence, general fucked-up-ness. Hope you like, OP!

Doll

15-A killed himself a month after he was taken. Hux wasn’t exactly surprised. The fool had done nothing but fight, scream, and cry himself to sleep. In the end he’d taken to whispering the names of his seven children over and over again, like a prayer, and lying on his back in his own filth, staring at nothing, begging his wife to save him.

She couldn’t hear him, of course. No matter how strong in the Force 15-A was (and his potential was considerable, which was the only reason he’d lasted this long), the complex’s inhibitor shields were far too strong for a mere witch to penetrate, clan Mother or not. And 15-A lacked both the training and the temperament to do it himself.

“I won’t forget them,” he whispered, his first words a week after being apprised of his true place in the universe.

You’d better, Hux thought, half-listening to Mitaka’s report.Seeing as they shouldn’t exist.

Somewhere in between being hosed down after yet another escape attempt (this time through the sewer), and the spinal fluid harvest, the graying house-husband realized what he was.

Spare parts.

Hux felt it the moment that Darth Sidious became interested, his awareness trickling into 15-A, reeling in his spirit. The man fought, retreated deep into himself, throwing what power he had between the Master and the bright, shining memories of his family. He held out as long as he could. Then –

YOU CAN’T HAVE THEM -

One down, 12 to go.

Hux almost admired him. Few people had the strength of will to smash their own skulls, and at least he’d had the courtesy to lock himself off from the others. He’d only shared vague mind-pictures, hazy memories of soft hands and laughter. Dathomir’s clear air and sky. Drums and dancing the day his wife won him. Fear and joy when his first child was born. That, of course, had stopped once 15-A realized that he was also a They*.

The selfish bastard.

Sometimes, though, in the dark of night, when the pricking in the back of his mind faded – the others slept - and Kylo was out of range, he called back what he’d seen. A face reflected in a still forest pool, both his and decidedly not. He saw – felt – feet and hands hardened and rough from climbing (usually with at least two children on his back). There was far too much knowledge of both cooking and cleaning, and the remnants of an ongoing attempt to build a roof out of rancor bones and a basilisk skin. Bits and pieces, half-formed thoughts about the Force, a curious reverence. And a strange preference for roasted fire-dove with mashed tubers.

Hux ordered it without thinking hours before he felt 15-A die.

A last meal?

A part of him hoped that Clone 15-A had been open enough to taste it.

***

Hux, however, had not been so foolish as to use his life.

Thief! his minder said, the one time he’d tried to run. He’d been locked in his room for a week. They installed mirrors on every wall, the ceiling, the floor, and took his clothes away.
He screamed for a day, and spent the next with his eyes squeezed shut. He tried to hold on to himself while his mind was skinned raw by dozens of voices that all sounded like him.

They are you. You are them. All of you are Him.

He used the rest of the week to examine himself from all angles. He’d seen a photograph of the Master when he was a child. Not naked, of course, but he was holding himself in a particular way – head up, back straight, hands clasped behind his back, somehow looking down on everyone in the room, despite only being four feet tall.

He was practicing when they took him out.

And so he waited, prepared. He trained his mind and body mercilessly. He drew on the gifts of the Master’s flesh, and let nothing go to waste. He ate right, slept well, and headed to the med-bay at the first sign of a cold. He never broke a bone, and took great care to never scar.

His efforts paid off. One by one, the others were used up. 24-B ruined his liver with drink, and his heart with greasy food, but pampered his body with expensive lotions and creams. They took his skin after it hung loose on his frame after a few weeks on an all-liquid diet. 30-C had a keen intellect, a passion for History, and no concept of caring for his body – but his eyesight was excellent. They kept him for awhile, boosted his health bit by bit, picked and chose the very best bits.

Only the best for the Master.

That would not be his fate. He would be the complete package. He would be greater than the sum of his – the Master’s parts.

Perhaps then he would be chosen, and finally start to live.

***

The day came at last. He stumbled, gripped the nav console for support as 45-A’s mind fell away. It was just him. Him and –

“General?”

“Yes, Ren?” Hux snapped, half terrified, half excited. Two left, including him. No – Three? He shook himself, trying to clear his head. The quiet made his head hurt.

“You have been summoned to the Temple,” he said, with the air of one delivering a message. “I am to accompany you.”

Hux nodded, his heart in his throat. He felt Kylo’s eyes on him, accompanied by a low curl of curiosity.

“What is it?” he asked as they boarded the Knight’s shuttle.

“You talk in your sleep,” Kylo said, after a long pause. A shiver ran down Hux’s spine.

“How often?” he asked, quiet, carefully avoiding the other man’s eyes.

“Not for awhile now,” Kylo said. Hux swallowed.

“What do I say?”

I don’t want to know.

“Who is Ava?”

A wrinkled, still beautiful face, softened with sleep. A warm body, smaller without armor, curled against him, Force presence aglow with peace -

“No one,” he said.

Selfish bastard. Selfish dead bastard. You got what you deserved.

“Take off your helmet,” he heard himself say instead. Kylo tilted his head curiously, but complied. His hair was somehow flawlessly mussed, as always, his eyes dark and curious, and wearing that perpetually cocky grin. Hux knew not to mention how much he looked like his father when he smiled. He’d never get to see it again.

Now or never, he thought. He slid forward and kissed Kylo gently, just a brush of lips and breath. The Knight froze in shock. Hux smirked and dropped back into his seat.

“We’ve never actually kissed,” he said. Kylo swallowed, eyes wide. Then he surged forward, grasped the back of Hux’s head, and hauled him in for more.

They came up for air when the proximity warning sounded.

***

Devax was a dead world. Hux hadn’t seen it for years, and maybe it was because he was looking at it with adult eyes, but it was far more bleak than he remembered. Kylo trained on the surface with his Knights when he thought they’d been getting ‘soft’, but the actual Temple of Ren was deep underground. Hux stifled an amused chuckle. He had been deeper into the labyrinthine sanctum than any of the Knights and disciples, present company included.

It was also quite obvious that Kylo had no idea why an ‘outsider’ had been brought here.

Doesn’t even know what’s in his own temple, Hux thought. They stepped into the turbolift that would take them to the lower levels.

“You know where we’re going,” said Kylo. Hux nodded curtly. He pressed his palm to a hidden panel on the side of the lift. Kylo flinched as the control screen flashed red and the lift plummeted straight into the Inner Sanctum.

author's note: tw for dub/non-con, mentions of non-consensual body modification, violence, and general fucked-up-ness. Hope you like, OP!

Doll

15-A killed himself a month after he was taken. Hux wasn’t exactly surprised. The fool had done nothing but fight, scream, and cry himself to sleep. In the end he’d taken to whispering the names of his seven children over and over again, like a prayer, and lying on his back in his own filth, staring at nothing, begging his wife to save him.

She couldn’t hear him, of course. No matter how strong in the Force 15-A was (and his potential was considerable, which was the only reason he’d lasted this long), the complex’s inhibitor shields were far too strong for a mere witch to penetrate, clan Mother or not. And 15-A lacked both the training and the temperament to do it himself.

“I won’t forget them,” he whispered, his first words a week after being apprised of his true place in the universe.

You’d better, Hux thought, half-listening to Mitaka’s report.Seeing as they shouldn’t exist.

Somewhere in between being hosed down after yet another escape attempt (this time through the sewer), and the spinal fluid harvest, the graying house-husband realized what he was.

Spare parts.

Hux felt it the moment that Darth Sidious became interested, his awareness trickling into 15-A, reeling in his spirit. The man fought, retreated deep into himself, throwing what power he had between the Master and the bright, shining memories of his family. He held out as long as he could. Then –

YOU CAN’T HAVE THEM -

One down, 12 to go.

Hux almost admired him. Few people had the strength of will to smash their own skulls, and at least he’d had the courtesy to lock himself off from the others. He’d only shared vague mind-pictures, hazy memories of soft hands and laughter. Dathomir’s clear air and sky. Drums and dancing the day his wife won him. Fear and joy when his first child was born. That, of course, had stopped once 15-A realized that he was also a They*.

The selfish bastard.

Sometimes, though, in the dark of night, when the pricking in the back of his mind faded – the others slept - and Kylo was out of range, he called back what he’d seen. A face reflected in a still forest pool, both his and decidedly not. He saw – felt – feet and hands hardened and rough from climbing (usually with at least two children on his back). There was far too much knowledge of both cooking and cleaning, and the remnants of an ongoing attempt to build a roof out of rancor bones and a basilisk skin. Bits and pieces, half-formed thoughts about the Force, a curious reverence. And a strange preference for roasted fire-dove with mashed tubers.

Hux ordered it without thinking hours before he felt 15-A die.

A last meal?

A part of him hoped that Clone 15-A had been open enough to taste it.

***

Hux, however, had not been so foolish as to use his life.

Thief! his minder said, the one time he’d tried to run. He’d been locked in his room for a week. They installed mirrors on every wall, the ceiling, the floor, and took his clothes away.
He screamed for a day, and spent the next with his eyes squeezed shut. He tried to hold on to himself while his mind was skinned raw by dozens of voices that all sounded like him.

They are you. You are them. All of you are Him.

He used the rest of the week to examine himself from all angles. He’d seen a photograph of the Master when he was a child. Not naked, of course, but he was holding himself in a particular way – head up, back straight, hands clasped behind his back, somehow looking down on everyone in the room, despite only being four feet tall.

He was practicing when they took him out.

And so he waited, prepared. He trained his mind and body mercilessly. He drew on the gifts of the Master’s flesh, and let nothing go to waste. He ate right, slept well, and headed to the med-bay at the first sign of a cold. He never broke a bone, and took great care to never scar.

His efforts paid off. One by one, the others were used up. 24-B ruined his liver with drink, and his heart with greasy food, but pampered his body with expensive lotions and creams. They took his skin after it hung loose on his frame after a few weeks on an all-liquid diet. 30-C had a keen intellect, a passion for History, and no concept of caring for his body – but his eyesight was excellent. They kept him for awhile, boosted his health bit by bit, picked and chose the very best bits.

Only the best for the Master.

That would not be his fate. He would be the complete package. He would be greater than the sum of his – the Master’s parts.

Perhaps then he would be chosen, and finally start to live.

***

The day came at last. He stumbled, gripped the nav console for support as 45-A’s mind fell away. It was just him. Him and –

“General?”

“Yes, Ren?” Hux snapped, half terrified, half excited. Two left, including him. No – Three? He shook himself, trying to clear his head. The quiet made his head hurt.

“You have been summoned to the Temple,” he said, with the air of one delivering a message. “I am to accompany you.”

Hux nodded, his heart in his throat. He felt Kylo’s eyes on him, accompanied by a low curl of curiosity.

“What is it?” he asked as they boarded the Knight’s shuttle.

“You talk in your sleep,” Kylo said, after a long pause. A shiver ran down Hux’s spine.

“How often?” he asked, quiet, carefully avoiding the other man’s eyes.

“Not for awhile now,” Kylo said. Hux swallowed.

“What do I say?”

I don’t want to know.

“Who is Ava?”

A wrinkled, still beautiful face, softened with sleep. A warm body, smaller without armor, curled against him, Force presence aglow with peace -

“No one,” he said.

Selfish bastard. Selfish dead bastard. You got what you deserved.

“Take off your helmet,” he heard himself say instead. Kylo tilted his head curiously, but complied. His hair was somehow flawlessly mussed, as always, his eyes dark and curious, and wearing that perpetually cocky grin. Hux knew not to mention how much he looked like his father when he smiled. He’d never get to see it again.

Now or never, he thought. He slid forward and kissed Kylo gently, just a brush of lips and breath. The Knight froze in shock. Hux smirked and dropped back into his seat.

“We’ve never actually kissed,” he said. Kylo swallowed, eyes wide. Then he surged forward, grasped the back of Hux’s head, and hauled him in for more.

They came up for air when the proximity warning sounded.

* a riff on the line 'I am also a We' from Sense8. Except as nightmare fuel.

Devax was a dead world. Hux hadn’t seen it for years, and maybe it was because he was looking at it with adult eyes, but it was far more bleak than he remembered. Kylo trained on the surface with his Knights when he thought they’d been getting ‘soft’, but the actual Temple of Ren was deep underground. Hux stifled an amused chuckle. He had been deeper into the labyrinthine sanctum than any of the Knights and disciples, present company included.

It was also quite obvious that Kylo had no idea why an ‘outsider’ had been brought here.

Doesn’t even know what’s in his own temple, Hux thought. They stepped into the turbolift that would take them to the lower levels.

“You know where we’re going,” said Kylo. Hux nodded curtly. He pressed his palm to a hidden panel on the side of the lift. Kylo flinched as the control screen flashed red and the lift plummeted straight into the Inner Sanctum.

Hux led the way to the heart of the Temple, his fear rising with every step. He was ashamed.

This was why he existed. He’d been strong. They had summoned him, with a Knight of Ren as an escort, while the others (even the ones who knew) had been taken in the dead of night. He was about to be reborn into something much greater than 47-C. He would become himself at last.

They were met by two hooded beings about halfway down the dim corridor. They looked silently at Kylo – some exchange passed, Hux catching a whisper before wrenching his thoughts elsewhere. Kylo nodded slowly, and the two of them were led through a side door.

They stepped into warm, wet heat – a bath set into the floor, as large as a competition-standard swimming pool, steaming fragrantly. The floor was creamy marble, polished to shine. The room was lit by warm, golden light. Reflected light from the pool danced on the walls. Their escorts nudged them toward a couch on the side of the pool.

Hux followed Kylo’s lead and removed his clothing, carefully folding each piece. He paused at his briefs, eyes flicking to the two robed humans. To his shock, the space in his mind he associated with the other clones flared to life.

The pair dropped their robes.

“Hux,” said Kylo. “What is this? Hux?”

Hux swallowed dryly, unable to tear his eyes away from the…things with his face.

They weren’t clones. Not like him, anyway. One was male, and a mirror image of Hux, except for his build. Hux wasn’t sure how he was still standing under the weight of all that muscle. The skin, though, was oddly translucent, even for one of his – their – the Master’s complexion, like gauze stretched over muscle and vein. He could see the blood pulse in the arms and abdomen. Despite himself, Hux’s eyes drifted lower.

One of these things is not like the other, he thought, inanely, looking away from the cock that looked like it should be on a different body.

The other was – Hux’s stomach churned. It was his face, but the jawline was softer, the lips fuller. The build was slight, the figure spare, with barely any muscle development. Waist-length, shining red hair almost covered round, firm breasts. Thoughts of knives, and missing something, and moving wrong rocked through his mind as his eyes flicked downward. The buzz in his mind turned painful as they closed the distance between them, reached out to clasp his briefs.

Kylo shouted and threw the two back with the Force. Hux braced himself as they landed with wet thuds on the wet tile and -

Nothing.

The buzz was still there. He could still hear-feel breath flooding their lungs, hearts pumping blood, but –

He walked slowly to the tangle of pale limbs. He knelt, reached out a hand –

“Hux,” said Kylo, his voice hollow. “Don’t.” A suggestion, a warning, not a command.

He froze. Clear blue eyes stared back at him, blinked. Their mind filled with static.

47-B.

He cringed away, staring at the empty girl.

“Hux,” Kylo repeated, his voice far away. Dimly he was aware of something tugging at his briefs, and a brief chill before strong arms lowered him into the bath.

Warmth enveloped him. He was up to his chin in steaming, fragrant water, sitting on some sort of shelf, leaning against something warm that was running thick, soapy fingers through his hair. He shuddered, his vision blurring.

“Kylo?”

The Knight pressed him to his chest.

***

It was a struggle to stay awake. The shock of meeting two empty, but walking clones thrummed in his mind, but cradled as he was in fragrant steam and soap, Kylo’s large, warm hands kneading his scalp, he found himself craving a warm, dim room and a soft bed. He almost missed the two clones lurching to their feet, one climbing into the pool, the other walking to the end of the room with unnatural, limpid grace.

Kylo gripped him tighter as the attendant began to scrub Hux’s feet. The clone stepped back, waited, looking at nothing, a little half-smile on his lips. Kylo wanted to rip it off.

They compromised. Kylo held the now boneless Hux up, and the attendant scrubbed him until his skin was pink. He was very thorough – Hux nearly jerked fully awake when a warm, soft cloth circled his sac. The clone gestured at Kylo to lift him higher, and Hux whimpered as something slender and warm touched his entrance, and then slipped inside. Hux accepted the intrusion easily – he was warm and open, and so relaxed he was all but melting into Kylo’s chest. It was just enough to circle his walls, to leave his nerves tingling, and his channel clean.

When they were done, the clone led Hux and Kylo through a set of double doors. The room was circular and lit by the same yellow lights as the bath, but spaced further apart – the light suggested, rather than revealed. The walls were draped with dark red silk, the floor covered in thick carpets. Hux began to shake; he was still naked, and the flush from the bath was rapidly leaving his skin. Kylo, in a similar state, wrapped himself in a black throw he tugged off one of the couches, and grabbed a second for Hux, only to be stopped by the attendant. He reached out with the Force –

-And hit the floor, gasping at the clone’s feet. Hux gasped as the
Master’s power tore through Kylo’s mind. The clone looked down, his expression unchanged, and prodded the twitching Knight with his foot. He waved his hand and a door hissed open, hidden behind a heavy tapestry. The long-haired girl and two more blank-faced copies walked in and hauled Kylo to his feet. They dragged him from the room without a backward glance.

Hux dropped to the floor, staring up into his face. There was still nothing behind it. This…thing hadn’t been chosen, this thing with tissue-paper skin binding viscera and blood.

It gestured to the couch in the center of the room. Hux’s limbs buzzed, and he knew what to do.

He lay face down and spread his legs, closed his eyes, breathed in, breathed out, as the couch sank under the clones weight, and warm, slippery hands kneaded his ass. There was pain, when one finger slid in, stretched him, swirling in ever-widening circles, coating him with something that filled him with a tingling warmth. He gasped when it pulled out just as the pain shivered away, his channel clenching. Two fingers, then, and Hux forgot to breathe.

He was half-hard and warm again when the clone hauled him to his feet and led him through the hidden door. The room was larger, and awash in red. A vast fireplace stretched from the door to the end of the room, radiating heat. Couches lined the opposite wall. Kylo stood at the other end of the room, directly behind a reclining, robed figure. Hux’s heart froze in his chest, even as feverish heat engulfed him.

No. He’s dead.

Darth Sidious smiled warmly and beckoned the pair forward with 15-A’s - rough, scarred - hands. An angry red scar bisected his face.

It made him perfect. Hux saw it clear as day – 15-A fit. The rebellious, ignorant fool was…He could barely believe it.
But he remembered the grim determination, the fiery defiance before the wall rushed up to meet the man’s forehead. Strength. Will. A name.

“Yes,” the Master said, taking a long drink from the wineglass at his left. His red robe was open in the front, exposing a firm chest, and a long, pale line of skin dragging Hux’s eyes steadily downwards. He swallowed, his cheeks burning.

Will I look like that when I’m 40?.

“I’m afraid I saw myself in…Tevos? Tenke?” Sidious shrugged and took another drink. “In a manner of speaking.”

The floor dropped out from under Hux. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass. Pale and flushed, chest and arms sculpted just right, not one red hair out of place. Perfect.

“You are,” the Master agreed, opening his robe. “A most…marvelous gift.” He beckoned him over. “I shall treasure you.”

Kylo’s hands gripped the back of the couch. Sidious gestured casually, and the Knight writhed silently, mouth open, throat spasming.

I’m sorry, Hux heard. It was barely a whisper, cut off in a moment. He sealed it in his heart.

Hux’s feet pulled him forward, his heart hammering, sweat beading on his skin. They were far closer to the fire than he would consider wise, and flinched as the hazy tips of flames stung his nakedness. Sidious leaned into it, sliding his robe off of his chest. Dark yellow eyes met blue, and Hux was leaning into the heat, blood rushing straight to his cock.

He was feeling double as he knelt between the Master’s legs, took his cock in hand. His head swam as he found every slick, hot place that he teased when he was alone, or when Kylo –

Sidious’s hands fisted in his hair and pulled. His cock filled Hux’s mouth, stretching his lips painfully, gagging him.

“Has he fucked you?” Sidious murmured, his tone even, eyes lidded and focused as Hux’s throat spasmed around him.

No! His vision whited out.

“Good,” the Master said, pulling out, cock shining with drool and blood.

Hux obeyed the silent command, and dragged himself onto the couch. The Master flipped them and kneeled between his legs. Hux gripped the cushions, the cloth digging into his fingers, grounding himself desperately. His face looked down on him, hungry. Arms braced themselves beside his head. Hux reached down and pressed three fingers inside, mind-numbingly grateful for the preparation. Two presses, and Sidious pulled his hand away.

Hux sobbed, cock straining, leaking as Sidious teased him, the head hot, dripping pressure just behind his sac, hard against his entrance.

The Sith leaned forward, hissed in his ear.

“Say it.” Hux gulped air.

“Please!” Sidious rocked forward, pressing just inside, and then withdrawing. Hux’s entire body burned. “Please!” he said again.

“Certainly.” The Master smirked and took him. Hux screamed as pain tore through him, just as tight, hot pressure swallowed his cock.
There was too much skin in the way. He reached out with his mind, flailing, desperate, tangling hopelessly in the Master’s web, so close…

The curtain parted, and Hux filled his mind greedily with the Master’s fire. He laughed and came, the threads holding him to his self falling to ash.

Sidious pulled out languorously, his seed dripping from Hux’s hole. He pushed the clone off the couch and nudged Kylo awake. The Knight stumbled to Hux’s side, and pulled his head back.

The eyes were empty.

“Clean up the mess,” Sidious said, shutting his eyes. “And call for more wine!”

a/n: Hux is totally my chew toy in this fandom.

Op here!

Gah, I can't believe I missed this! This is the one thing I regret about anon prompting, I don't get notified when such amazing fills are posted!

I loved this, absolutely loved this! The writing was gorgeous. In a short span of time, you managed to convey so many different emotions.

I love just how understanding Finn and Poe are, how tender and sweet and patient.... and Ben! I just want him to get hugs, and I am so glad Finn and Poe are there for it. ^^

Thank you so much for this fill!

Seconded!

Yessss

Thirded!

Seconded!

Please do! The witch hunter one is 1000000% my thing (guess who's reading The Crucible right now haha!), I'll be sure to check whatever you'll post!

thirded

Thirded!

Lieutenants Hale and Marzak stumbled out of the turbolift, pulling at each others' clothing. Marzak vaguely registered the color of the carpet. It smelled fruity.

"We're home freeeeee!" He twirled on the tips of his toes, then staggared sloppily into the bulkhead. Hale groaned, hauled him off the floor, slung him over her shoulder, muttering darkly.

"Your...fault..." she huffed, counting doors. They staggered to a halt in front of door #3.

The all but fell through the door, Marzak rolling around on the 'pretty, pretty' gray carpet, Hale wheezing pathetically.

"Stop that," she gasped, as Marzak suddenly jumped to his feet and made a beeline for an open door at the end of the unusually spacious cabin.

"HALE!" The idiot's voice pierced her skull like a rusty nail.

"Go away."

"We need to use the rest of it. Haaaaaale."

Hale groaned.

'No space weed on the Finalizer'

They were so going down for this. Unless...

"How?" she yelled, the room blurring as she hauled herself up, leaning heavily on a table. "We have to smoke it, not eat it. Because it's special space weed."

"I found a bong!! Hale, whoever lives here has a bong!"

"...This isn't your cabin?"

"I don't have a bong. So no."

Hale headed towards Marzak's voice. He was in a (again, suspiciously large) bedroom that was done in mismatching shades of black. And more black. Marzak was cradling a vaguely round shape in his arms, rocking it like a baby, a beatific smile on his face.

To Hale's drugged-out eyes, it was an oddly-shaped (and slightly dirty) sphere with a vent and two (two?) holes.

"That's half a bong, dumbass."

"The rest is here!!" Marzak held up a hollow black metal cylinder from a mess of machine parts and curling wires on a workbench next to a table-thingy covered in ash.

Hale shrugged, ignoring the warning bells going off in her mind, and grabbed another one off the table. They tipped Darth Vader's helmet over, dumped the rest of the space weed inside, and filled it with boiling water from a beaker sitting on a convenient hot plate.

They stuck the tubes into the eyeholes, waited a few minutes, and inhaled deeply.

"Kinda gritty," Hale said. "Did it taste like this the first time?"

"Mmmph," said Marzak, smiling with utter bliss. He fell backwards onto the bed. Hale joined him a minute later, burying her face in black silk sheets.

When Kylo Ren re-entered his chamber two hours later, they were dead to the world. Except for Marzak's hand, which was absentmindedly fondling Hale's left boob. The helmet lay between them, and the entire cabin reeked of space weed.

Anakin Skywalker looked down on the scene with great pleasure. It was the best possible use for the thing, after all.

THE END

Now edited and up on AO3.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6206122

Op

Nooooo! Poor Hux (though I love it)! Though I can't help but wonder what Kylo's thinking right about now. (I also love Vengeful!Ren lol)

Thanks! I'm going to keep posting small pieces here as I work on them and then piece them together on AO3 after some editing. Here is the link to the first chapter.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6206374

Fantastic!

OP here, either is fine!

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Re: WIP Mini-Fill: Poe / Hux, owned TW: torture, abuse, noncon, thougths of suicide

Re: WIP Mini-Fill: Poe / Hux, owned TW: torture, abuse, noncon, thougths of suicide

Re: WIP Mini-Fill: Poe / Hux, owned TW: torture, abuse, noncon, thougths of suicide

FILL: Doll (1/2) - Re: Palpatine!Hux/Hux, Kylo/Hux - Selfcest? Clones, Non/Dub Con

FILL With Fixed Format - Doll - (1/2)

FILL With Fixed Format - Doll - (2/2) - COMPLETE

Re: Fill (Mini?)

Re: Finn/Poe - Mpreg sex

Re: Phasma/Finn(FN2187) - Masturbation

Re: Hux/Kylo, Hux/Leia

Re: Any/Any: Homeless AU

Re: Hux / Snoke, fisting

Re: Poe/Finn, Poe gets wet around Finn

Re: Gen and Poe/Finn Crossed lines

Re: Hux/Kylo Ren - stress kills Hux's sex drive, Kylo does his best

Re: Sunrise Highway

Re: Kylo/Hux: Laid Kylo = Laid-back Kylo

Re: Gen. Poe & Leia. Poe is the son Leia always wanted. But he isn't her son.

MISFIRE FILL: Genius

Re: Mini-Fill: Hux/Poe Pet AU TW: slavery, non-explicit dub/noncon

Re: FILL With Fixed Format - Doll - (2/2) - COMPLETE

Re: Fill: First Order Wins TW: torture, blinding, implied noncon - 'In the Dark' pt. 2

Re: Fill: First Order Wins TW: torture, blinding, implied noncon - 'In the Dark' pt. 2

Re: Poe, Kes Dameron, injury recovery and family time