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Hux feeding Ren apple slices from his palm when he does something right, the crop and hobbling restraints when he acts up. When he's particularly good, Hux takes out the bit to give Ren's jaw a rest... And Ren takes full advantage.

yessssss

I'm glad that I got you to like one of my favourite pairings!

I'm guilty of liking evil ladies a bit too much, haha! I was overjoyed (and slightly hot and bothered, oh dear!) to have Rey as a female Jedi hero in TFA, and to have her match against a lady Sith would have been just the greatest thing ever, no matter how much I like Kylo Ren as a villain.

Is dead of "they take after me"...

That is exciting!

Oh, I hope you write more, this prompt is so good/bad/fucked up/good. I would really like to see Hux just letting go.

Nothing has happened yet and this is already hot as fuck omg

Amusingly enough I have written Kylo killing Hux Sr to protect Hux in another story. Not decapitation though, haha.

I've linked to this story on Ao3, so if I do write more I'll post it there.

OP is on a good friday holiday and is now sinning with this.

And yes! I love everything about it. That they're both stuck. Doing their leader's whims and Snoke playing on Hux's desire that even he is probably reluctant to acknowledge.

Doing the lord's work here. A+.

Warning: English is not my mother-tongue.

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While General Hux delivered his speech, Lieutenant Aaron Doral thought of his people, but there were brothers and sisters in Hosnian Prime, so he tried to think in something else.

(Who knew if the phantom energy could interfere with the downloads - Aaron had done what he could, he had risked his cover with his alert message and they-)

The speech got more passionate; Aaron thought harder.

Under his feet was the First Order's super-weapon. So much money spend and so many broken treaties. Soulless, without a Hybrid to make it alive. Aaron thought that it would be lovely watch it burn. He focused on that; it was better that thinking in what he was going to witness.

This has happened before.

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In the Finalizer, Petty Officer Rhea Valerii glanced at Kylo Ren from her workstation, and thought the Force.

(God had many names and Rhea had always wanted to know them all)

She looked at him looking at the Starkiller firing, the red line turning into strings, moving inexorably toward planets, toward people, closer and closer and she thought, I won't feel it, but you will, all of it.

The officers in the Starkiller Base were supposed to watch. The officers in the Finalizer were supposed to work. So Rhea lowered her head and worked.

Children all over the galaxy had grown up in stories of Aldebaran. But for the Cylon, tales of planetary destruction was everything they had about their past.

Hera's children ought to know better, she thought, ruefully, God will never forgive this sin.

THAT TINY MILLICENT ON DRAGON HUX'S BACK!! I'm dead. Cause of death: cuteness.

YES GOOD PLEASE THIS IS A WORK OF ART

I'm on board for Second Dad Best Dad Chewbacca, BUT have you considered the potential of Second Dad Overwhelmed Dad Chewbacca? One hairy arm full of screaming baby Ben (shitting himself like a champion) and the other holding a wailing ginger toddler ("shtop aqua fessing to dithorder!!") while Chewie warble-howls some frightening Wookiee lullaby (Lumpy's fave), and the kids cry even harder, so he howls even louder, the three of them a disharmonious cacophony of stress and frustration.

And the (latest) irate space gang that wanted revenge on Han Solo stops outside the Millennium Falcon, hears the madness coming from within, from the worst a cappella trio ever, and decides to come back another time.

Oh, wow. It turns out I have read some of your fics before (and even left a kudos or two... or five). I guess that is a compliment in itself because I rarely read anything that is not darkpilot-related, but now I'm even more impressed with your wonderful story – you got the characters and their relationship so damn right and all on your first stab at this particular pairing… :D

You really are an excellent writer and I'm definitely going through the rest of your archive over the weekend. (And looking forward to it very much!)

Thank you again for filling my prompt with such an amazing fic!

Okay, I may be rooting for Hux/Poe a bit because Oscar + Domhnall = ♥, but the pairing doesn't even matter. I just want this.

SO much.

OP here -- I love it! Little Ben being so excited to work on the Falcon was adorable. And then you went and stomped on my heart. Excellent. Well done.

Oh god, I can't stop laughing, that's an awesome mental picture..! Poor Chewie!

Please go here!

Whoa.

Hey all. So this is my first time writing Star Wars fic and first time with any of these characters so I apologize in advance as I take a crack at this. I'm getting the feel for mood, tone, and being in character's heads but Kylux is my guilty pleasure. I'll try my best. :) Unbeat'd so mistakes are all mine.

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“What are you doing in my office?” Hux coldly demanded. He’d come out of the refresher surprised to find an older man in Jedi robes hovering by his desk. Hux gripped the towel knotted at his waist while his other hand steadily pointed his blaster at the stranger.

The other man looked unconcerned by the threat of imminent death. “You can see me?” A relieved smile stretched across his face as he stepped away from the desk. “Can you hear me as well?”

Hux didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. The blaster went off and through the other person to hit the opposite wall in a shower of sparks.

The man chuckled, suddenly in front of Hux and looked the redhead up and down with a thoughtful gaze. “You’re strong willed, I like that.”

Hux was not a superstitious man. He believed in science and calm, logical decisions instead of the passionate mysticism of the Force that Kylo Ren represented. However, a glowing blue man in Jedi robes immune to blaster shots strongly suggested the Force was at work.

“I will ask you again,” Hux said evenly and flicked the safety switch on his blaster, “what are you doing in my office?” The blaster was of no use in this situation and he didn’t want his temper to get the best of him to cause an accident. He didn’t need to fill out any more reports on top of the ones Kylo Ren caused.

The stranger nodded and folded his arms into his sleeves. “I’ve been watching you.” Hux was acutely aware that he was in nothing but a towel. “And I think you would be a great fit for my grandson, Kylo Ren.”

“Absolutely not.” Hux was not, could not, deal with this right now. He had a ship to run, he had tactical strategies to go over, and he did not need a kriffing Force Ghost talking to him about completely inappropriate things. “Get out of my quarters and do not contact me again.” With as much grace as he could muster, Hux walked stiff-backed to his bedroom and let the sliding doors hiss closed behind him.

“We’ll talk again, General,” the ghost cheerily called out through the door. Hux was very tempted to give into the childish urge to throw his blaster. Instead, he set it down very, very carefully on his nightstand before getting dressed for alpha shift on the bridge. This was just one more reason to hate to hate the Force and Kylo kriffing Ren.

I kinda got stuck on the second and third points in your prompt and accidentally wrote something with a totally different mood from the discussion happening here, but I hope you like it anyway.

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Technophobia

When Ren first returns to the spaceship with a new droid companion, Hux sneers disdainfully. With its small, round body and even smaller lightsaber – a chopstick sized duplicate of its Sith master’s weapon – the droid is almost cute, and Hux thinks it cannot possibly be useful for much of anything. And for the first few weeks his doubts seem justified; DRK-13 does nothing but roll along behind Ren and chirrup nonsensical beeps and blips that nobody but the knight can understand. Hux had never had much patience for droids. He preferred normal machinery with no brain, or humans, whose brains he could typically understand and manipulate. It was just wrong, computers trying to think for themselves. That was why he had never before allowed droids aboard his ship or prized Starkiller base, despite being up to date on every other technological standard. But Kylo Ren had grown up with droids, before he was Kylo Ren, and apparently decided recently that he needed a droid in his life again. Hux thinks it is ridiculous, but cannot actually stop the knight, so he tolerates the single small droid coming into his territory.

Then Ren takes the droid out with them to the next battle, and Hux watches it fell its first victim. The little droid wields its lightsaber with all the precision that Ren never had, slicing cleanly through a resistance fighter’s Achilles heel, bringing her crashing down. It rolls up to cut through her throat, earning a gurgling scream before her life winks out. A panel slides open, revealing another thin metallic arm reaching out toward her face and –

And Hux misses whatever happens next, because people are kriffing shooting at him, and the firefight takes up all his attention now. At the end of the battle, he watches DRK-13 follow its master back onto the ship, both of them covered in blood, and wonders how many of the enemy the startlingly efficient little bot had killed. As if it knew he was thinking about it, the headpiece slid around to stare unblinking at Hux for a few tense moments before rolling away.

Later that day he runs into Kylo Ren alone in the hallway. The knight is of course accompanied by his new droid, but something seems different now. After a moment, Hux is able to place his finger on the change. “I hope you’re planning on getting the technicians to do some maintenance on your friend there.” He snipes at Ren, who has clearly taken the time to wash it clean of blood but seems entirely unconcerned by the new clattering noise from inside the droids body as it rolls across the floor behind him. “It sounds as though some parts have broken loose inside.”

“Oh no, that’s just his new collection.” Ren replies, and Hux is a bit startled to hear the machine referred to as a “he”. Hux refuses to do the same, giving it a gender is too much like admitting the thing is sentient, or something eerily close to it. “Would you like to see?” DRK-13 rolls closer to the general and it takes a surprising amount of effort to not instinctively back away from the “click click click” of whatever is rattling around inside the thing. A panel in the middle of one of its first order insignias slides out and then unfurls like a deranged metal flower, revealing twelve perfect human teeth. The general chokes on his shock and disgust. He is used to violence and the results of it, but this collection of gruesome trophies by an artificial intelligence feels intimately wrong in a way none of the human acts of violence he had experienced ever did. He knows he should say something, maintain the snarky banter he and his co-commander are accustomed to, but can’t find any words. The three of them stand there, filling the otherwise empty hallway with their silence, until Ren apparently decides he has enjoyed enough of Hux’s horror. He snaps his fingers and the collection disappears back into the droid’s body. As it follows its master away, DRK-13’s head turns back towards the general, its eyes glowing red like its lightsaber as it stares him down while clitter-clacking away. Hux wonders how he could have ever thought the creepy thing was cute. He thinks he might throw up.

He comes to dread the stomp of Ren’s boots even more than he had before, now that it is followed by an ominous clattering and those glowing, inhuman eyes. He had never been afraid of Ren, and he would be damned if he were afraid of a droid half his size, but there is something deeply unsettling about being the center of its inhuman attentions. Because he is. Ever since they returned from that first battle, DRK-13 has been watching Hux. At first he thinks it is a trick of his imagination. There is no rational reason to think the rolling droid would have any special interest in him. But that does not stop the irrational voice in the back of his mind insisting something is deeply wrong with the situation.

So he reviews security footage of him and Ren together, hoping to reassure himself that he is being paranoid and thus put an end to it. It doesn’t work. In the footage, Kylo Ren is on the bridge before him, shouting something at Mitaka while the droid rolls aimlessly around, occasionally extending a thin metal arm to push at buttons or startle an officer. Then Hux strides into the room, and the droid immediately turns to face him. It does not resume its normal behavior until its master storms out in a rage and the droid follows him. It is just a fluke, he tells himself, and digs further back in the files for another scene. But it is not a fluke. In every piece of footage featuring both himself and the droid, it is watching him. It does not do this to anyone else, only Hux. He sleeps poorly that night, dreams filled with glowing red eyes and a hollow rattle.

And then it starts showing up without Ren. He’ll be going about his business and then there will be a clattering of teeth, and there the little droid will be, staring him down from a doorway. It begins following him almost constantly, not with the easy obedience that it followed Ren with, but a slow stalking. He cannot seem to go anywhere outside his private quarters without feeling those red eyes on him. The day it pulls its tiny lightsaber out while Hux is eating dinner is the day he decides to finally confront Ren.

As they are approaching the dining hall at the end of shift the next day, he demands that the knight keep the droid with him, rather than letting it disrupt Hux’s work and leisure time. The Sith lord seems amused that Hux would complain about his new companion. “DRK-13 actually quite likes you.” He says, and the droid warbles something incomprehensible. His knowing smirk takes on a cruel edge as he translates, “He says you have very nice teeth.”

Hux can’t breathe. His faces turns even paler than normal and his heart drops into his stomach as he stutters out, “I have to go. I’m needed on the bridge.” and turns on his heel to stride away down the hallway. He is definitely not running away, but he is still pursued by Ren’s mocking laughter and that dreadful rattle of human teeth within cold metal.

949- how do you tell a roommate that having sex on your bottom bunk is not appropriate even if she has a top bunk that’s hard to climb into?

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When he comes back to his bunk at the end of an especially long and difficult shift, FN-2187 is not surprised to see it already occupied. Again. His previous bunkmate, FN-2188 had recently been replaced by FN-2949, and she was much friendlier than FN-2188. This was the third time this week FN-2187 had caught her bringing someone back to bed.

His bed, not even her own, which was raised on stilts up above FN-2187’s own. The height required a great deal of effort to climb up into for even one person, let alone two. Everything else aboard the Finalizer was meticulously engineered, but the bunks were plundered from some planet where the people could levitate, so the top bunks were just a little too tall for the average trooper to access with ease. They were also terribly balanced. FN-2187 had seen two or three of the poorly designed bunks topple right over and dump their horny top bunk occupants on the floor. So he totally understood why a bottom bunk would be preferable for such activities, but that didn’t change the fact that it was his bunk, and he was tired.

So this time he ignored the unspoken protocol that had led him to abandon his bed to her twice this week already, and approached to beg for his bed back. “Can’t ya’ll do that somewhere else?” the request came out a little whinier than he had intended; it had been a really long day.

“Go away 2187.” JB-007 growled before leaning in to suck a hickey onto 2949’s neck. She gasped and squirmed a bit before looking out apologetically at her bunkmate. “Use mine,” she suggested, as if that were an acceptable peace offering for someone whose bed you had stolen to get lucky. FN-2187opened his mouth to protest and then stopped as he saw 007’s hand move from where it had been kneading her breast to someplace below the covers that made her twitch and squeak in delight. Clearly they had no intention of stopping for his sake, and he was too tired for the fistfight that would surely result from pressing the matter. Especially since he would probably lose, if 007’s reputation were to be believed.

So he gave up and jumped, grabbing hold of the top bunk and struggling to drag first his torso, then one leg up to the mattress above his own. His remaining leg kicked out as he tried to climb the rest of the way up, and connected very satisfactorily with someone’s flesh on the way. There was a brief grunt of pain from below. Good. Served them right. As he lay in the rocking bunk and settled in for some much needed rest, FN-2187 wished he were anywhere else. This was getting ridiculous. If only he had been trained as a pilot, he would probably steal a TIE fighter and just leave.

I'm dying. This is perfect. DRK-13 is so creepy. I bet Kylo doesn't even realize his DROID is scarier than he is.

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