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He has already welcomed death, has already pictured himself swallowed up by the chasm at his feet. The earth has been torn open, and it is bleeding red, it feels so warm even though his back is pressing into the snow. He and this entire planet are about to die in the exact same fashion.

But someone is shaking him, tugging him further from the cliff's edge. Closing the door on death. Keeping him tethered to this shattered shell of a body, and he wants to weep, wants to scream no, just leave me. But his voice is gone, like everything else it has been ripped from him with one slice of a blade that should have been his.

He is being pushed, his blood is now a jagged brush stroke against white. He is forced back against one of the few trees left standing. He can't feel his own weight; balance is lost to him and now in the hands of another. The ground just keeps quaking. He wants to fall; someone won't allow him to. His chin is lolling against his chest when fingers grab and push.

"Look at what you've cost me," Hux says with a smile. And that scares him most of all. Despite the threatening maelstrom they're trapped in, despite that everything could detonate at any moment. Instead, he's afraid of this simple outline of a general, this pathetic man, whose corners of the mouth are stretch a little too wide. His eyes are shining, still reflecting the crowning moment of Starkiller's birth. Hux doesn't smile, he only shows emotions the way you want him to perceive him. So Kylo is afraid, worst of all he fears what will happen if he doesn't die soon.

An arm is looping under his, curving to brush against his back. Fingers curl against his neck. The slash against his shoulder roars to life as leather glove tips scrape against and press in. And then they sink deeper and Kylo chokes because he can't yell even though he wants to.

Hux's face is close; their lips are bartering for wisps of air. He tries to jerk his head, only managing to smack against the bark behind him. How he wishes he could shut his eyes and wake up in an earlier time, how he wishes things could have gone so much differently. Instead, he is trapped beneath Hux's shadow in an apoplectic wasteland.

He blinks. Something wetter than frost is sliding against the jagged opening on his face. The pain is searing, not quite like getting hit again but like the edges are being tugged open and peered into. Hux's tongue is tracing the path of his wound, treading and retreading. It's cold and yet the burning sensation refuses to pass.

Thoughts whirl about in his head. It feels like hail hitting the edges of his skull. Why are you here why are you doing this why can't you just let me fall, he demands, but what leaves his lips is a revelatory gasp. Hux is smiling wider, Kylo wants to fold in on himself and disappear but the grip is tightening.

Hux's movements are as jumpy as Ren's pulse. He presses in, brushing his gelid nose against his. It's an intimacy he has freshly murdered someone over just to avoid. He jerks his head to the side. Hux quickly finds an opening. He nuzzles past the charred fabric and sucks at the edge of the slash, the singed borders of flesh from which blood trickles anew. The clots melt away. Hux is relentless, as if death is a venom that he can tease out with his teeth. He makes Ren open again.

Gloved fingers scrape up and down his torso. Hux is looking for points of weakness he can purge, as he is wont to do. He finds the burn on Ren's breast and probes it until his fingertips are bloody. The traitor's mark, Ren thinks, was merely lucky, that is all, he swears -- compared to the rest, the wound is shallow, and Hux's mouth is a firm line, disappointed at the wound's lack of depth.

Another hand finds its way to the other burn on his thigh. Scavenger, he nearly mouths, but grits his teeth instead as Hux's hands scrutinize it and rake against the cavity formed. It's still emitting smoke. I tried not to kill her, she was helped by someone, the Force favored her, the excuses putter out before they even reach his lips.

There's a crooked edge to Hux's mouth when he digs the edge of his thumb there, and Ren can hear his own sounds now, and they're as pitiful as he feared. He squeezes his eyes shut, pain driving him delirious. His gloves are fisted on the empty sleeves of Hux's jacket and he supposes Hux mistakes that for permission.

Hux's wandering hand crawls upward, knuckles burying into the bowcaster wound. Ren shouts, the sound merely melts into the rustling of dead branches overhead. Hux rotates his hand, fingers stretched and slipping in between torn muscle fibers. Ren makes a feeble attempt of pushing Hux away, instead his hands are flat and weightless against the general's chest, a picture of false intimacy.

The hand leaves his side. Ren spies bloody leather fingertips. He thought Hux was clean, too clean to bask in his injuries. Too clean to unbutton his trousers, and palm his cock with that same bloodied glove. Ren barely registers the contradiction when Hux's other arm slips around his waist, bending him. arcing his spine. Distorting his natural slouch to his own liking.

There's a squelch heard over the howling wind, and unimaginable pain follows. Ren screams, fists scrabbling uselessly at the pristine uniform pressing against his chest, pinning him against the tree. In his attempts to get away, he feels his back abraded by the wood. Maybe Hux will open those scars too, he ponders dizzily as the man draws back, fist clenched around his dick like a loaded gun, and then pierces Ren again.

Help me please stop I'll do anything please please -- the phrases join the others that he'll never say. I'm sorry Father don't leave me what have I done to you no --

When he starts crying it's because of Han and he's not sure if that's worse.

Hux skewers him, he's not sure how deep the wound goes. Perhaps his internal organs are already been punctured, leaving Hux pointlessly breeching a broken dam. It figures, he realizes, that he deserves to die not stabbed through the chest but pierced through the gut and bled open like a farm animal.

But he doesn't deserve this, is his last insistent plea.

He rests his head against Hux shoulder, moaning as his knees finally buckle beneath him.

Before he loses consciousness, he feels sticky fingers in his hair and hears a tutting quiet voice. "Poor creature. Snoke will be far worse."

Holy shit! That was fucked up and beautiful.

This was awesome! I loved Kylo's relationship with his knights and his sweet yet ic interactions with Mitaka. But oh no......fuck.....now I ship it!

OP: omg I just saw this and it was beautiful and perfect and all things good. So bittersweet and angsty. What you did with the body paint and Hux trying to kill himself were lovely. And I giggled and clapped like a seal at the little Mummy references. I was SO hoping Kylo would go Imhotep and kill Snoke, but what you did was better in the worst (most painful, that is) way.

This just made my morning eeeee

(OP) No, YOU are a treasure and a gift. This is a just beautiful fic, I was expecting cracky porn, not a sensitive and sweet fill that would leave me with happy tears in the corner of my eyes each time I read a part. Especially this last part, you ran with the spelling and reading problems and tutoring which is one of my secret romance kinks, bless you <3.

Fucking glorious. This is the best thing I've read all week.

This is beautiful! I love how sensative and careful everyone is and how they're trying to build a relationship, complete with enjoying each other's strengths and shoring up their vulnerabilities, and that it wasn't just a matter of falling into bed. I love Kylux but this is just so much more healthy and the knights and their connection are strangely sweet.

WOW. Terrible, twisted and intense. Definitely one of my favorite fills on here. I need more Dark!Hux in my life.

Not sure what timezone is the master - are we in the 3/12 prompting thaw now?

until the mods post that the freeze is over, the freeze is still on. You can drop them a question in the ASK A MOD post linked above. -.^

you have my undivided attention. I'm so here for this.

This is what dreams are made of. Dreams and miracles.

*camps here forever* Thank you so much for filling this prompt!

Poe reading Finn/Rey *finally* get together fic?

Sorry it's taken so long for me to get this next part up- there was a crisis at my job and I had to pull double shifts, so by the time I got home I was way too tired to do anything other than take a shower and pass out, and then I got working on something else. Since it looks like things have calmed down some I shouldn't take this long in the future.

Despite the disturbing nature of their encounter, Hux didn’t have much time to dwell on the information Ben had given him. First, Lieutenant Mitaka had come down with a terrible case of the Kuyper pox, and had to be evacuated to the quarantine facility on Starkiller Base before the pathogens spread through the recirculated air and infected the entire crew. Upon arrival at the weapon, Hux was informed that there had been a setback with the construction. Apparently the building materials for the proton cannons had to be imported from one of the Outer Rim worlds, and the Resistance had taken it upon itself to set up a blockade between the source-world and one of the other planets that served as a refueling station. One of the ships had attempted to force its way through, only to be blown up.

Hux really hated the Resistance. How the hell had they even known that the transport ships were First Order? It’s not like the ships had the sigil of the organization painted on the side! All First Order transport ships were flagged as belonging to a neutral planet, usually one of the planets that was known as a pirate world. In general they didn’t care one way or another who flew their colors. Was there a mole somewhere? No, that wasn’t possible- none of the troops would know how to contact the Resistance, none of the officers would commit treason like that, and none of the transport crews were suicidal enough to run the risk of being executed by either the First Order or the Resistance. There must have been another explanation. There were some neutral planets in that area of space- maybe the Resistance had business at one of them or the other and had thought there was something suspicious about the ships. That had to be it.

Hux was in the middle of a discussion about the building delays with Lieutenant Parsons, one of the engineers in charge of the project, when his communicator chirped. “What?” he barked into it, aggravated.

“General Hux, sir? This is Doctor Arkkriss, of the Finalizer.” Hux recognized the voice of the female doctor who had explained Ben’s medical status to him a week earlier. “Please return to the medical bay at once… we need your orders as to how to proceed.”

“What’s wrong?” the general asked.

“Ah… it’s probably best if you come here and see it for yourself…” came the reply. “The patient you asked us to treat… he’s not doing well.”

“Explain,” Hux demanded.

“He had a lung hemorrhage,” the doctor replied. “We were able to aspirate most of the blood from his lungs, but he’s still in severe respiratory distress and is showing signs of going into septic shock. I have never seen anything like it. We await your orders on whether to continue treating him, or to let him die. It would probably be best if you saw the situation firsthand before making a final decision, sir.”

Before Hux even really could process what he was doing, he had terminated the connection on his communicator, made an excuse to Lieutenant Parsons, and started off at a full run back towards his ship. He didn’t know why he was doing it. Why did he care so much, whether or not that man died? He didn’t even know him, and the few sentences they had exchanged had been full of vitriol and bitterness. Ben was essentially suicidal anyway. He’d begged for Hux to kill him the first time they’d met. Maybe it would just be kinder to let him die, to order the doctors to stop treating him. Obviously it was what the man would want. Maybe he’d even gone so far as to sabotage the medical equipment in order to let himself die naturally.

Really, there just wasn’t a good reason to continue trying to save someone who didn’t want to be saved. But at that moment, Hux didn’t really care much for reason. For some reason he just wanted to keep Ben alive, no matter what.

Kylo Ren reading My Immortal?

Lbr, he wrote that shit. Dumblydore was probably an insert for Luke.

Kylo deduces via the force that Hux desires him, but is repressing tf out of that desire and completely in denial about it. Kylo uses the force to make stormtroopers fuck him (and then forget him) in places where Hux will see (e.g., his office, his room, etc.) and when Hux happens upon the scene, Kylo looks him dead in the eye while the trooper dutifully fucks him. Maybe at first Hux reacts with quiet indifference and goes about his business like nothing is happening, ignoring it, and then after a couple times he gives in? Up to the writer how that can play out.

Basically, Hux wants Kylo, Kylo knows and is like "this could be us but u playin"

Pizza Tuesday Lunch menu on Starkiller Base?

The week after Starkiller: Hux is treated to seventeen headlines about his failues as a General, and one speculating that he's having Kylo Ren's baby.

What Has General Hux Blown Up Now? The Answer May Surprise You!

The requisition forms the week Kylo doesn't blow everything up?

I hesitated because this was not my thing at all but curiosity got to me and wow. That was dark and so damn good.

this is goddamn adorable and wonderful and amazingly in-character and you are such a gr8 writer and now i ship this pairing so hard
(probably amidala does too)

amazing!

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