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The day didn’t get any better after that.

Ren made him undress and stand upon a raised dais, studying him with narrowing eyes and a critical look on his face. Hux had never had any qualms about being in a state of undress in front of strangers – the Academy had taken care of that early on – and he was confident in his body and his bearing, well aware that he could look as imposing in his underwear as he did in his state regalia.

He hadn’t been prepared for the way Ren circled around him slowly, observing him from all sides and frowning like he’d found him lacking. He took in every inch of Hux with a look that wasn’t sexual in the least, but wasn’t detatched either; and Hux was suddenly aware of his own slim waist and thin shoulders.

“I can see why you wear all that padding,” Ren said. “But it’s dreadfully unfashionable. There will be none of that from now on.”

Hux closed his eyes, prayed to all the gods he’d never believed in.

“And what, pray tell,” he asked. “Would you have me wear?”

Ren smiled. It was rather predatory. “That depends on you, sire.” The man pronounced his title like he was indulging him. “As I suppose you have had a look at my creations before going through all the troubles of hiring me…” Hux hadn’t. He’d just heard the name of Kylo Ren spoken in reverent whispers; knew that the man had influence and popularity and was the best there was. “You may tell me what you prefer,” Ren concluded.

Hux had no idea what the man’s repertoire actually looked like, and he was sure Ren knew that. He’d only truly took notice of a handful of truly flamboyant creations he couldn’t have missed at some party or the other, but that was the extent of his knowledge of the matter, and he was sure Ren was just trying to humiliate him.

He spun around on the dais to give the man a very flat look. “Something not too different from my usual style,” he said with all the dignity he could muster. Ren’s upper lip went up in a haughty snarl.

“I truly doubt you’ll find any of my work similar to that of whatever country bumpkin is dressing you right now,” he drawled. “Sire. And, in the future, you will want to refrain for moving around while you’re up there. A good part of the working process involves pins.”

Hux almost asked Ren why he’d made him undress now, when the working process seemed to consist only of the stylist pontificating at him, but he was pretty sure the answer would make him want to strangle him. Savika had a point, he decided. It was impossible he was the first man to consider killing Kylo Ren, so why had nobody else followed suit?

“I suppose,” Ren said, eventually. “This mean you’d prefer to wear trousers.”

“What are you – yes, of course I’d prefer to wear trousers, Ren,” he spluttered. Ren shrugged.

“I do personally prefer them myself – more practical – but there is a growing number preferring skirts, as springwear. We do have a new collection coming out in five weeks –”

“No,” Hux said, firmly. “No skirts.”

Ren nodded. “No skirts,” he agreed. “You haven’t got the legs for it, anyway. Too bony.”

“Tell me, Ren,” he started. “Do you realize every third word coming out of your mouth could have you indicted for Offence to the Crown?”

That got him a smile. A full smile, nothing as dry and sardonic as what he’d seen so far. In that split second, Kylo Ren looked beautiful.

Then, of course, he ruined. “I don’t recognize your authority,” Hux was informed candidly. “I’m from the Republic.”

Of course someone like Ren would be from the Republic. “We are at war with the Republic,” he told Ren.

“Believe me sire, I am well aware of that.”

That should have been the end of it; but, for some reason, Hux found himself talking again. “Are you sure you aren’t a Republican agent?” he asked Ren. Of course the man wasn’t; he was too high-profile, too notoriously apolitical, too damn self-centered. He had no idea why he was even entertaining semi-playful conversation with Kylo Ren of all people. But still, he spoke. “Sent to kill me slowly by means of frustration.”

At that, Ren smiled again, and for longer this time. His smile was slightly crocked and sort of odd, but it lighted up his whole face – and why were Ren’s eyes suddenly glistening with amusement?

“Trust me,” Ren said. “If I’d been sent to kill you, you’d never see it coming.” And then. “What about the upper body wear? Do you even own any shirts that aren’t button-ups? And I absolutely refuse to add in any padding, it is hell on the shoulder lines. Rather, sire, I suggest you hit the gym.”

It took Hux a surprising amount of willpower to refrain from snappily tell Ren that it had nothing to do with exercising, that was simply the way his body was shaped. He bit his mouth before he could make a utter ass of himself, wondering just what it was about Ren that made him so easily riled up.

“I’ll defer to your expert opinion on that,” he conceded, with the same tone of voice one might use to say, Fuck you. Ren didn’t seem to notice.

“Low neck,” he was muttering under his breath. “Tightly tailored, of course. Or vests. Open coat, nothing as stiff as that horror you usually wear, but a raised collar might help make you look a bit less scrawny.”

“Truly amazing,” Hux cut in, because he’d been waiting nearly naked on that bloody dais for close to half an hour now, and he was starting to get bored – and stiff and cold, though he wouldn’t ever admit that to Ren. “But are you ever going with whatever it is that requires me to stand in my pants on a raised platform, because I may be unfamiliar with the tailoring process, but I don’t see the point of any of this.”

“You are unfamiliar with the tailoring process. Stay still. I need to look at you.”

It was a good five minutes before Ren spoke again. “How often do you cut your hair?”

“Huh?”

“Your hair,” Ren repeated, as if he were talking to a child. “Stop cutting it so often, the severity doesn’t flatter your features.” Ren’s own hair, loose and wavy, was long enough to reach almost halfway through his neck, and it was first thing Hux had noticed about him. “And stop…” he made a sort of gesture all around his head. “Putting whatever is that you put it in. It’s unfashionable, and in Coruscant it looks about as suitable as a Hutt in a dancing hall. I’ll get you a hair stylist to come by tomorrow –”

“I am busy tomorrow,” Hux cut in. Ren ignored him.

“And have you considered growing a beard? You are naturally very pale, and the way you snarl makes your lips look –”

“Ren!”

“And for Sith’s sake, lose the boots, this is not Endor.”

Mercifully, there was a knock at the door.

“Sire?” Savika’s voice called. “I’d like to remind you, you are expected for a late breakfast with the Berani ambassador in thirty minutes?”

“Yes,” Hux said, perhaps with too much relief. “Thank you.”

And then, to Ren. “Are we quite done?”

“I’ll take your measurements,” Ren said, once again prompting the thought of why the hell hadn’t he done that from the start. “Then you can go. And I will see you in three days.”

“Yes,” Hux agreed. “I can’t wait.”

I like where this is goinh

Yesssss

Oh my god, this is so good and so hot...I love that Kylo just WILL NOT GIVE IN, the stubborn, bitey bastard. And I love that Hux just shrugs, gets a bandaid, and shoves a ring gag in his mouth...because Hux is UNIMPRESSED. I love how mean he is. OH ANON I HOPE YOU CONTINUE.

Love it! Can't wait to see if anyone does in fact research "past murder attempts on one Kylo Ren".

Op here!

Ah, I love this fill so much! Kylo being just as irreverent as ever, and I love how amused he got when Hux joked about him being an agent from the Republic. Like "haha, if only you knew, which you don't!"

Can't wait until Hux finally gets a clue about Kylo's true abilities. Great work, I'm really looking forward to the rest!

Hahaaaa, Ben and Lumpy, scoundrels and spies, smuggling through the galaxy, rescuing generals' sons, being SUPER AWKWARD but also weirdly cool.

I love the idea of Lumpy being there so much, too, wtf, self.

I had to look this up; Chewbacca really named his son Lumpawaroo, aka LUMPY. What the heck, Star Wars?

"in almost the exact same fashion of his Mom and Dad."
So, Hux gets kidnapped by the enemy - in this case, the rebels - and some random person in a disreputable bar (Phasma, maybe?) convinces him to help out? And then shit basically hits the fan, because Ben, I am your father?
And all Leia can do is facepalm, because jfc, Skywalker men are always doin this shit.

OP just found out you updated. ANd I love love love your hux voice.

He totally knows the wrongness of things but he's lorded over by his sensation, his wants his desires!!

I just found the update. You should post it in the fill post, if you haven't already. This is hitting all my kinks and I can't get enough of it!

Not OP, but this anon is super excited at this prospeeeect!

Hello. So I've had this tab open for like *forever* and finally got around to writing it. It's not my usual style of writing but I hope you like it anyway OP!

The first time was in a closet. It happened after a screaming match on the bridge. Kylo Ren had smashed another console due to his childish temper tantrums and Hux had been beyond exasperated at another costly fix on their already tight budget. One minute Hux was snarling at Kylo while the other man had his lightsaber out as he tried to menacingly loom over the General. The next minute Kylo had Force pulled Hux down the hall and into the supply closet for vicious kissing, desperate hands, and rough frotting until they’d both made a mess of their pants.

Instead of Kylo adjusting his robes and quickly leaving, as Hux expected, the Knight’s grip softened as he tugged the other man closer. Hux stiffened in the cage of long limbed arms coming around his waist with his nose pressed up against the pulse beating in Kylo’s neck.

Kylo was murmuring indistinguishable phrases into Hux’s sweat damped hair. And that, more than their unexpected sexual contact, unnerved him. He roughly shoved the Knight away with a sharp remark and exited the closet without a backwards glance.
---

The second time was in Hux’s bed. Their clothes were strewn around the room in a haphazard trail from the door to the mattress now knocked askew of its frame. As much as Hux called Kylo childish, the other man certainly had some experience with sex, and the General was grateful for soundproof walls on the Finalizer.

Tired but content, Hux was going through various calculations and frameworks for a more efficient workforce when Kylo rolled over. He mumbled something and draped an arm over Hux’s waist as he spooned up behind him.

“What are you doing?” Hux asked irritably and tried to push Kylo away.

The grip around him tightened. “Just for a little while,” Kylo responded in a quickly fading voice.

Hux sighed but continued calculating with Ren’s gentle snores as background noise.

---

The third time was in the hallway. It’d been a long day of meetings with officers, dealing with crises, and a distinctly uncomfortable private review with the Supreme Leader. Hux strolled along with a datapad in one hand reviewing Phasma’s report and her success with the new stormtrooper program.

Ren was walking down the opposite end of the hallway with his robes dramatically swirling around his long legs. Hux gave him no more than a passing thought when Ren suddenly grabbed the front of his uniform and pressed him up against the wall.

Slightly chapped lips descended on his and Hux, tensing for something rough, was left bewildered when Kylo did no more than softly kiss him. Their foreheads rested together and Kylo’s normally wild-eyed look was much calmer than before.

“What was that for?” Hux asked in a hushed voice, confused but unwilling to break whatever delicate atmosphere was between them.

Kylo smiled slow and steady, and it made his normally tense face appear years younger. “Because I wanted to,” he responded in kind and kissed the tip of Hux’s nose.

---

The fourth time was during an ambush. Blaster shots ripped through the air and Hux ducked behind an overturned table for cover while he tried to re-establish communication for his officers back on board the Finalizer.

Hux was furious that he’d been double-crossed for what should have been a simple diplomatic meeting. The knife wound at his side did not help his mood from when he’d been briefly taken by surprise. The men he’d brought with for minor protection were dead in the ambush, and Hux was alone in enemy’s grand chamber as he picked people off with cold satisfaction.

Screaming could be heard through the barricaded doors mixed in with the sounds of the low thrumming of an erratic lightsaber. The metal door suddenly crumpled in as if it had as much substance as paper before it was flung aside and Kylo Ren came in like a whirlwind of vicious destruction and rage. His helmet was gone, hair wild around him and splattered in blood with his lips peeled back in a bloody snarl.

As soon as it had started it ended and it took Kylo two long strides to grab Hux and haul him to his feet. Hands that had ended life so easily through the Force held him gently, searching out wounds with probing fingertips while Kylo murmured words of unneeded comfort in Hux’s hair.

Hux allowed it for a moment before pushing the other man away to fire a shot at an enemy by the door. “Not now, you idiot,” he said. There wasn’t much time to talk after that as the pair fought their way back to the Finalizer.

---

By now, Hux had stopped counting the number of times Kylo showed him affection. They were in Hux’s bed (their bed Ren always insisted), the lights dimmed low and just the top sheet covering their bodies.

Ren snorted and snuggled up closer with a possessive arm thrown around Hux’s chest and their legs tangled up together.

Hux had never had an affectionate childhood, and the ways Kylo reached out to him like a touch-starved animal still faintly confused him. Hux dropped a comforting hand on Ren’s shoulder and in sleep, Ren’s lips curved up into a faint smile. However, it was something he was getting used to.

Ahhh~ just bury me in Kylux fluff! (I love that even Kylux snuggle fic involves a fight, a knife wound, and blood -- just not theirs.)

This fill is everything I was hoping for. Hux just being all ???? at affection will never cease to be amusing and cute to me. And I love Kylo showing a softer side while still being a terrifying badass.

He does get to hang out with Matt once before he has to leave. They make their way outside of the base. It’s cold and the snow drops stick to his friend’s blond curls. His face also gets redder, but the cold doesn’t seem to bother the other even if he’s not wearing armor like FN-2187 is. Matt drags him down to sit beside him.

“Only a couple of more days.” He says with a gentle smile.

Yeah,” ’87 begins, forcing himself to sound excited. “Just a couple more days.”

“You’re going to be amazing. Just wait.” Matt says and tangles their fingers together. “You’re going to love to be under Kylo’s command. So much better than being here with General Hux.”

“Anyone is better than general Hux.” ’87 jokes. While Matt idolizes the ground Ren walks on. He has a distance for General Hux and constantly finds way to critic or dismiss the General’s command. As long as no one hears them, ’87 has no trouble playing along.

They joke around some more before ’87 finds himself lying his head against matt’s shoulder. “Do you ever think what would happen if we weren’t part of the First Order? We could just go anywhere we wanted. Like a warm planet.” ’87 sighed. He’d always wanted to go to a warm planet. “With beaches.” He adds.

“Next time we have vacation days, we can align them and go to a warm planet together.” Matt offers with a smile, not pushing ’87 away, but curling an arm over his shoulder instead.

“Yeah, that would be great.” ’87 murmurs. He doesn’t have the heart to tell Matt Stormtroopers don’t have vacation days. They work for the First Order until the day they die. “Just you and me.”

’87 licks his lips and grins. “We can send Hux “glad you’re not here holos.” Matt’s cheerful laughter is worth it.

-

“FN-2187, right?” the metallic voice pulls ’87 out of his thoughts. He jumps around, fear and shame from being caught with his head on the clouds by one of his superior officers. Only made worse when he realizes said superior officer is also Kylo Kriffing Ren. He drops his hands to his sides and stands still, eyes on the other’s familiar helmet.

Of all of his years avoiding interacting with the master of the Knights of Ren, figures his first real interaction happens when ’87 is screwing around. He’ll be lucky if he only gets send to be reconditioned. “Yes…sir?”

“Have you made all preparations for your transfer to the Finalizer ’87?”

It takes ’87 embarrassingly long to manage an answer. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Kylo Ren response. ’87 flinches and closes his eyes, thankfully that the other can’t see the pure terror on his expression when he watches Kylo take a step forward and lift his arm. To his shock the other man only pats his shoulder before stepping around him and walking down the hall.

He stands still, his heart on his throat long after the footsteps have disappeared. If this is his future FN-2187 is not sure he’s going to survive it. He completes his work, pretty sure he can’t risk running away again after last time. Phasma is already keeping a close eye on him since his transfer. Once he is done he does go to find Slip. He needs someone to talk to, someone who isn’t Matt.

-

“It was terrifying. He just stood there…and…and patted my shoulder like we were longtime friends.” When Slip pats his shoulder, ’87 turns to glare at him. “That doesn’t help.”

Slips sighs. “You should be happy. We were all starting to take bets that you would spend the rest of your days picking up garbage.”

’87 didn’t mind picking up garbage. Someone had to do it and it kept him out of trouble. Why did all his friends had so much trouble understanding that. “Maybe.” He says because anything else is just going to get him more weird looks. “But I still don’t want to be under Kylo Ren’s command.”

’87 is so distressed by the idea he almost cries right there. He doesn’t though. He covers his face instead. “He’s weird and terrifying. And has a high ‘trooper turnout rate.” Slip did had to nod at that. Kylo Ren went through Stormtroopers faster than Hux went through speeches. “I hate it, Slip, I really do.”

Something heavy suddenly hit the ground behind them, making both Stormtroopers jump in surprise. ’87 managed to turn around just in time to see the look of hurt I Matt’s face. “Matt…”

The radar technician whimpered before turning around on his heel and disappearing, “Oh no…”

“Wait that was the mysterious Matt?” Slip asks surprised. “’87, I think…” He’s not listening to his friend. He’s already running behind the blond man.

“Matt, wait!” He turns one of the corners, but the radar technician has completely disappeared. It’s impossible. Most of the doors in the hall cannot be opened without a high ranking access code. “Matt?” He calls again, but his friend is long gone. Finn tells himself he’s going to find his friend and ask for forgiveness, give an explanation.

He never has time to do it. Jakku comes and with it Poe, the Resistance Pilot and their daring escape. He does hear that Kylo Ren destroyed another room to Hux’s long suffering annoyance that day.

The filler before the revelation.

Ty, anon. :)

Poor heartbroken Ren, this is what you get for being a terrifying psychopath with a penchant for killing people with barely any provocation - people are scared of you!
Real talk, I don't normally like this ship much, but you're doing such a good job, I can't help but enjoy reading this.

Niiiice. I like this a lot!

Finn's long term motto has always been toavoud crazy murderous psychopaths.

I'm glad to hear that anon. I enjoy writing for this ship while still trying to stay true to their canon personalities and interactions as possible. :)

OMG! Please put this in AO3 so I can heart it and bookmark it :D

Oooh, I'd not particularly thought of autistic Poe, but definitely autistic Rey (and other Skywalkers) and autistic Finn.

Cause I'm a sucker for writing autistic fic, I'll try my hand at it.

Be forewarned, NTs, all your faves are autistic.

This is just priceless so far! I can't wait to see what Kylo comes up with...and what background info Hux digs up on Ren... :D

This comment needs its own prompt. The kink meme needs more Snap.

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