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There really wasn’t much difference between commanding a fleet and ruling a galactic empire, Hux had found.

Or, rather – his Empire might not be quite galactic as of yet, thanks to the pesky interference of the so-called Resistance; but he still ruled over half the known planetary systems, with projected expansion plans to an even seventy percent of the galaxy by the time of his thirty-seventh birthday, just as planned. And, to his endless pleasure, he was handling it better than he could ever have expected.

Sure, being Emperor apparently entailed dealing a truly dismaying number of official documents and petty bureaucrats, but he had underlings for that sort of things. A couple of reasonably competed stewards in key positions, and all Hux had left to trouble himself with was giving orders, something he’d never had to struggle with.

Yes, he concluded to himself, being Emperor was truly a delight… or it would have been, if not for the constant hassle of state functions, and all the bullshit that came with them.

Brendol Hux, former general of the First Order, had spent almost his entire life on starships. Settlement was for civilians, in those first few years after the fall of the empire, or for narrow-sighted officers at a dead end in their careers. His father had been one of such men, once upon a time, influential but cast aside, well-connected but of little actual power – until the day the Empire had fallen, and its splendor with it; and all those scorned military men of the Outer Rim took their ships and their blasters and their orderly troopers, and set about rebuilding the new world.

Thirty years later Brendol Hux, Emperor of the Galaxy – or a sizeable portion of it, anyway – had taken up residence in the Core, as it was only suitable, and loathed every minute he had to waste dealing with the aristocratic slime that had been so quick to renounce their Empire and their values upon Palpatine’s death.

The upper crust of the Empire had fared better than the military had, with their riches and their claims to a nobility that preceded the fall of the Republic, guaranteed to land on their feet no matter what. They’d been – sympathetic to the Order, of course, but never openly supportive, their promises open-ended and whispered, their financial support a trickle of what it could have been. Hux still remembered the bitter humiliation of having to beg for money from the Core elite, knowing they would snicker about him behind their painted fans as soon as his back was turned, this provincial young officer clad in last year’s trends.

Even after all he’d achieved, all he’d conquered, the memories filled him with disgust. No, it was safe to say, the Emperor was not fond of his courtiers.

Unfortunately, some unpleasantries of life were to be endured – such as the upcoming celebration for his first year of rule, and the absolute nonsense of a stylist that came with it.

It had been his mother who’d suggested it first, during their routinely-scheduled weekly conversation. His relationship with his parents had never been typical, though it always ran smooth – if his father had been a cross between a steadfast mentor and a caring commanding officer, his mother’s keen eye and dry wit had always been a constant source of amusement and information through the years.

And so, when she’d brought it up for the first time – perhaps you ought to look more the part, Bren darling, for all the Core elitists who think the clothes make the man – and she’d given him a name and a contact within two minutes of his saying he would consider it, Hux had decided to count himself lucky. In these matters, his mother was never wrong.

And then he’d had his assistant call this designer, Kylo Ren, only to be passed through to his assistant, because Master Ren could not be bothered. Master Ren, it turned out, had a seventeen-months waiting list, and his people had to haggle with the stupid fool to get the time reduced to three weeks. Didn’t the man know that Hux had destroyed planets for less? Not that he could actually afford to make any of this public; Ren was apparently the most famous stylist in the galaxy, and the social embarrassment of being snubbed by the man in any way was not something Hux could get away with at this time.

In the end, it had taken eight days of tireless negotiations to get the man to the Imperial Residence. Master Ren, Hux’s assistant had been explained by Ren’s assistant, usually insisted his clients come to him in his exclusive Kuat study, a fundamental step in the creative process. As a compromise, Hux’s people had to grant Ren an entire wing, including nine suits of apartments, a private section of the gardens and a ballroom.

Even before actually meeting Kylo Ren, Hux knew he wasn’t going to enjoy the experience. Two minutes after being in the same room as the man, he was feeling more murderous than he had since the time Snoke had mind-controlled him, which had resulted in Hux blowing up his former leader from two star systems away, and declaring himself Emperor.

Their first scheduled appointment was for 0900, a time of the day Hux had always despised – too early to be anything but morning yet too late to get anything else done after; somehow it didn’t surprise him that Master Ren would sleep in late. All the rooms Ren had commandeered had been swept thoroughly by his security earlier, so Hux left his guards at the suite door and entered only accompanied by his assistant, Savika, whom he figured was too well-paid to dare spread the word of his upcoming humiliation.

Kylo Ren looked every bit as frustrating as Hux had expected he would be. When he came in, the man was busy frowning and mumbling at the sketchbook in his hands as he paced up and down the spacious sitting room, his long coat… mantle? cape? blowing dramatically as he went.

How unexpected, Hux thought.

Ren stiffened as he entered the room, and turned to look him up and down with a critical gleam in his eyes that left Hux feeling quite unnerved. He didn’t kneel or bow; merely lowered his head an imperceptible fraction, full lips tightening into a mockery of a smile.

“Emperor,” he offered.

“The customary address is ‘Your Highness’,” Savika offered, efficient as always, coming out from behind Hux to circle around Ren. “After that, ‘sire’ will suffice.”

“Charming,” Ren said, sounding anything but.

He crossed his arms over his chest, studying him, and Hux took the chance to do the same. The man was wearing a golden-yellow sort of… mantle that went all the way to his calf, with a complicated red motif on in. The mantle wasn’t buttoned and it opened in the front at the waist to show tight black trousers under it, but it was cut in such a way to make it hard to see what kind of shirt Ren had under it. Still, Hux was almost certain the man was wearing a fishnet shirt – black as well – and while the ensemble was nowhere as outlandish as some of Ren’s more popular creations, it didn’t exactly bode well.

He was broken out of his reverie by Ren’s decidedly loud sigh.

“Well,” the stylist said, looking resigned. “I can certainly see we’ll have a lot of work to do.”

Of all the irreverent, idiotic…

“Excuse me?” Hux asked, all practiced courtesy and barely-suppressed murderous instinct.

“Well, sire,” Ren said. Snarled, really. “You’re quite drab, aren’t you?”

Ren had interesting features, with large eyes, a large nose and a long face. Hux tried to imagine how much better he’d look after his fist hit his face.

“I suppose your hair would be an asset,” Ren continued. “But whatever is that you put on it, it darkens it. It is also not working.” Hux had to fight the impulse to bring one hand to his head, suddenly incredibly self-conscious. “Add that to your coloring, and the way you present yourself… very dull. And small.”

Hux did not march in Savika’s direction and physically drag her out of the room, but it was a close thing. Instead he met the eyes of his assistant – saw her holding her breath as she stared at Ren in unmitigated horror – and gestured towards the door.

Ren noticed the exchange, of course. He kept talking. “Not like your marvelous assistant over here, of course. Much better coloring – earthly tones are always the best. And such perfect proportions!”

He was still talking when Hux slammed the door.

He found himself in the corridor, his corridor, breathing out slowly through his nostrils, utterly making a spectacle of himself in front of his very startled assistant and his entire security detail. He didn’t care – as long as none of this got back to Phasma, anyway.

“I want,” he said. “That imbecile. Out of my palace.”

“Sire,” Savika said. “With all respect.”

Hux stared at her, feeling his rage at that arrogant blabbering fool on the other side of the door and warning her with a look to be Very Careful.

Savika took a long breath. “Master Ren is the best fashion designer this side of Naboo,” she began, sounding like she was reading out Kylo Ren’s holonet page. Knowing her, she might have it memorized. “His creations are priceless and highly sought after, his craftsmanship unparalleled and his influence over Core society inestimable. The mere rumor of his taking you on as his client would gain you more advantages than an entire month of diplomatic meetings. You need him.”

That made more sense than Hux wanted to admit to himself. Still, Savika went on. “Yes, his character’s not the best, but –”

He let out a bark of laughter at that. Savika frowned, and Hux was pretty sure he saw one of the Stormtroopers wince. “His character’s not the best,” Hux repeated. Understatement of the year. “Tell me, why hasn’t anyone murdered him yet?”

“Because…” Savika started to answer, then stopped. She blinked and cleared her throat. “It actually makes sense that someone would try, wouldn’t it, sire?” she sounded genuinely puzzled. “Do you want me to look into that?”

What the hell, Hux thought. “If you have the time.”

When he went back inside, Ren was waiting for him, smirking.

“Everything sorted out there, sire?” he asked.

Hux forced himself to smile at him. “Perfectly,” he said. “Shall we begin?”

Yesssss! Oh this is fabulous so far, anon. I'm camping out in this thread.

Op here!

I can't believe this is getting a fill! And such a great one too!!!

Kylo is such a diva, I love it so much. And Hux just done with him after only 30 seconds, that is the essence of Kylux!

Thank you so much, looking forward to the rest!

Filler here: glad to know you're enjoying it, OP! Any preference for what Ren's gonna put Hux in?

Not the author anon, but I noticed that this story was put on AO3 recently! http://archiveofourown.org/works/6492253

EVERYONE OUGHTA GET ON THAT SHIT!!

I hope you'll eventually continue this <3

Also holy shit, I looked at the other fics you've uploaded and IT'S YOU, you're the angst wizard who writes those compelling abuse fills I'm horrified to love. Excellent work, A++, 100/10

None really! Anything you come up with will be great! :D

Not OP, but it looks like the fic that inspired the prompt is a modern AU.

I'm super curious about how it'd work in-universe, but, not OP, so... *slithers away*

Thank you, nonny <3 I do intend to! My little broken children 8(

And oh lord hahaha I'm so ashamed but yeah basically I'm like DID SOMEONE SAY ABUSE FIC? 8D and I figured it might be good to put them together somewhere haha. I will try to be less grim soon :') I've only written when I'm dragged out of bed by nagging misery lately but I hope to come up with some nice fun kinky stuff eventually hopefully with some luck haha 8(

Thank you so much :) <3 xxx

my god this is so good

OP! Who are your favourite princesses???

R2 and BB8 interacting alone is amazing but add Poe/Luke to that and you got one very happy customer!

(BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE)

After Ren's initial protests, he submits; stoic, resigned, his mouth hardened in a grimace as Snoke continues to plow gracelessly into him, making his knees scrape along the floor with every lunging thrust. Ren gasps and chokes, whimpers with pain, allows tears to flow freely down his face. Hux keeps stroking and soothing him, feels Ren shudder when Snoke comes, hears his sob of relief when he's finally allowed to collapse to the floor.

“You're not finished yet.” Snoke is standing over him, adjusting his robes, looking almost circumspect, as if he hasn't just fucked Ren into a heavy-breathing stupor. Ren's upturned face is still begging Hux for something; his mouth open and drooling as he wheezes for breath and maybe there's a word or two in amongst all those sorry noises he's making but if there is Hux can't decipher it. “You haven't proved your worth to me. What do you think, General? Has he been useful?” Hux's guilt is equaled in intensity only by the force of his recent orgasm. One hand still grasping Ren's lowered head by the hair, he addresses Snoke, making every effort to keep a remorseful quaver from his voice.

“Not yet. He hasn't demonstrated his endurance. What good are brief displays like this? I want to know if he has stamina, if he's as disciplined as a true Knight of Ren should be.”

“Use your mouth again. Make your General's cock hard for you, little slut.” Snoke lifts one heavy hand and slaps Ren's ass, eliciting another cowed whimper from him. It doesn't take Hux long to get hard once more with a miserable and teary-eyed Ren working him over, Snoke encouraging him with an occasional open-handed slap to the rump or cut of the whip under his belly. Then Hux is on the floor with Ren crouching over his cock, his thighs filthy with blood and come, and then Hux is fucking into that mess, sliding easily into the hole that Snoke prepared for him. Only now does Ren finally speak, and at first Hux doesn't hear him over Snoke's harsh cawing laughter. Snoke's still plying the whip, cutting Ren across his back and shoulders as he rides Hux's cock, his thighs tensed and trembling and his arms thrust rigidly behind his back as if something's holding them there.

“Please,” Ren's muttering; biting his bruised lips, Hux's come still drying at the corners of his mouth. “Please don't make me do this. I can't, please, I'm not, I'm not strong enough...”

“You are.” Hux is reaching up now, actually caressing Ren's face, feeling the hot slickness of Ren's tears on his skin. “You're strong enough for me, Ren. Keep fucking yourself on my cock, there's my perfect little whore.” Hux kisses Ren, hard, with tongue and teeth, and Ren kisses him back, his cries of pain muffled in Hux's mouth as Snoke touches him up with the whip; striking the tenderest parts of his body, the stiff lash laid into his sides and belly, the undersides of his straining thighs.

“I can't,” Ren repeats, and the rising and falling of his body against Hux's is mechanical; he's gone stiff as a corpse, and Hux realizes that Snoke is using the Force to manipulate him, dragging him up and down as if he were a doll. Once again there's some part of Hux that dimly recognizes that this is wrong, that not even Kylo Ren deserves to be treated like this, but it's drowned out by the more immediate sensations of his tongue in Ren's mouth and his hands on Ren's hips and his cock sliding in and out of Ren's trapped body.

“Look at you,” Snoke's saying. “Naked, debased, restrained and fucked. Held against your will by the very Force you seek to control. Do you see what you've become now? Perhaps you were always meant to be a pathetic slut.” Ren doesn't reply, doesn't defend himself. His head hangs in shame, falls to one side as Snoke continues to lift him up and set him down, and there's a perverse grace to it, a gentleness to the rhythm of his movements. Ren is still sobbing, loudly and automatically, still somehow beautiful with his eyes screwed shut and his face blotched red and tears and snot dripping from his chin. Hux coos to him, speaks softly, wipes at Ren's eyes with the sleeves of his coat which he's rather amused to realize he's still wearing.

Then Snoke is behind him again, and before Hux realizes what's happening and well before he can speak a word in protest Snoke's eased his cock into Ren alongside Hux's, and with the both of them fucking him Ren goes suddenly and awfully silent, like he's in too much pain to keep crying. He rests his head on Hux's shoulder, and Hux hears nothing but his short uneven breaths, each one wrenched from him by Snoke's brutal thrusts. As before, Hux speaks reassuringly to him, doesn't pay any attention to what he's saying but just keeps moving his lips, talking in those same low murmuring tones, doing the best he can to retain whatever control he has left over the situation. Snoke's fucking both of them, his cock rubbing against Hux's, both of them forced so deep and tight into Ren that Hux can barely move. Hux comes with Ren's head still resting on his shoulder and Snoke's cock still moving alongside his; he allows himself a small sigh of relief, but Snoke isn't finished yet.

He withdraws from Ren, still hard. Ren's dropped to the floor by now, is rigid on all fours, as if waiting for something. The handle of the whip has somehow found its way into Hux's hands, and Snoke once more demonstrates his power; he uses Hux's bones and tendons and muscles to bring the heavy lash down on Ren's unprotected back, not once but again and again, until the skin splits and blood wells and drips thickly from his quivering sides. Ren's weeping starts again, gasping and rhythmic and slow, and Hux is made to keep beating him as Snoke rams his cock down Ren's throat.

All Hux can think now is that he wants this to end, that he shouldn't have to see Ren like this. Ren quiets abruptly and Hux realizes that Snoke has just come in his mouth, which is-- Hux is hardly squeamish, but there's something truly disquieting about the texture and volume of the viscous gray fluid that pours from between Ren's stretched lips as Snoke holds his head in place and rides out his climax. And then there's Kylo Ren, beaten bloody and fucked raw and coughing up his Supreme Leader's disgustingly silty jizz and still somehow holding himself upright.

Yes yesssssssss Kylo being ruined is beautiful and makes the world go round. if u gonna include them recording it and making Kylo watch, what do you think about them also sending the recording to Leua so she can see what's become of her son?

OMG! Please more! That was awesome and painful to read!

OH DAMN I forgot about that bit. Horrible and awesome at the same time, is what I think!

Dnzdjbshh if you write more including Leia/Han getting a recording I will give you a kidney. Kylo's parents being forced to watch horrible things happen to him is one of my favorite ways to hell.

Chapter 2 is up right here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6382039/chapters/14945332

this just made my day!

THIS IS AMAZING

I'd love it if you wrote more!

Yo, thanks for updating the thread because I am SO HERE for Awkward Adventures In Undressing and Conspiracy. Pretty rude, Ren, showing up with zippers and layers and shit without giving Hux some outfit schematics to study for weeks beforehand. If there had been a third zipper Hux probably would have just given up on the whole coup thing, but at least he's got something to write in his diary about a new worthy foe.

“Of course, are you a child?” he said, and tugged Kylo’s underwear down. He froze, and was silent for a long time. “Well,” he said, staring at Kylo’s penis, “that was a poorly-timed remark.”

*CACKLING* Welcome to Moodkiller base. That "Supreme Leader Ren" line was genuinely hot though, too hot, gonna have to scrub the hotness out of his uniform before it stains -- hot. Can't wait for the next chapter!

I've been here since I saw you first post... AND I CANNOT WAIT TILL YOU POST MORE!!!!

OMG! That was fantastic!
*in her best Oliver Twist voice*
"Please, sir/madam, I want some more"

OMG! Please post this to AO3 so I can heart and bookmark it! So awesome!
Now I kinda want to read those papers xD

Haha! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing it, and coming up with the titles for the papers was my favorite part.

It's actually up on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6261307

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Fill: The Emperor's New Clothes, 1/3

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Re: Mini-fill: Kid Hux, imaginary friend (1 / ?) - AO3 link

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Re: Kylo/Hux, mail-order bride AU

Re: Mini-fill: Kid Hux, imaginary friend (1 / ?) - AO3 link

Re: Hux/Kylo - Snoke/Kylo - Slavery- FILL part 3

Re: Knights of Ren = Disney princesses

Re: Luke/Poe, R2D2 and BB8 conspire to get them together

Re: Hux/Kylo - Snoke/Kylo - Slavery- FILL part 4

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Re: Fill 4/?: Hux/Ben Solo: Hux was obsessed with Ben and locked him away

Re: Hux/Kylo - Snoke/Kylo - Slavery- FILL part 4

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[Fill] Pillow Talk [2/?]

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Re: Fill: When Angels Weep 11/11

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Re: (FILL) - Matt, First Order Wingman (2/?)

Re: fill: "legacy," Hux/Kylo, previously unknown kids

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