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(my first thought was Mr. Darcy and things went sideways from there. Also I don't actually understand quarks, so there you go.)

Hux was perfectly aware that most of his values were born from the decay of the Empire. Most peoples in the Order’s were. That was just plain fact and he accepted it. The exiles clung to what they could and while material possessions were few and far between, morals and values certainly weren’t.

Take the ideal soldier for instance. Everyone agreed that they were strong, unflinching, sacrificing, lived to serve their leaders, were humble at each promotion of being found worthy of the honor, willing to die for their cause, had great respect for their betters, and knew their place in the order of things. That came entirely from the Empire and everyone knew it.

So should it surprise anyone that Hux, when looking for a partner, should hold imperial values?

He would have no one who was not accomplished. That much he knew. But true accomplishment was hard to find – everyone seemed to be described as such. A half decent shot made them accomplished, or in more domestic spheres (which were never to be forgotten, the home and the military existed in orbit of each other, without one the other would be lost. Another imperial value left over) someone who was passing familiar with any form of imperial culture was awarded the title.

No, in reality Hux had met six, and only six people who were truly accomplished, as according to the standard he held. Admittedly one of those people was his own mother, but that was beside the point. To be accomplished in the eyes of Brendol Hux II, one had to surpass what was usually held as accomplishment. They must have a thorough knowledge of weaponry and the handling thereof, the sciences either in minute physics or in the grand astrological scale, speak more than one language, hold their own in terms of wit in conversation, and must possess a certain unnamable quality in their air, tone of voice, address and expressions. Besides all that, they had to make improvement of their minds through extensive reading.

He knew six who matched such standards, and with such proof he would never settle for less, knowing they existed. It was simply frustrating that they should be so far and few between, the rest of that void filled with disorderly people that he was forced to interact with, rather than those of higher caliber.

Take Kylo Ren, for example. Hux detested him, and the man would not be able to find his way into any good graces as far as Hux was concerned. The man was a disaster and it was absolutely infuriating to deal with him. The man snipped back at him in discussion, decided to stalk the halls in some loping gait that tried to approximate grace for the sheer purpose of frightening troops, it seemed, and destroyed things with his lightsaber on top of that!

But it was his duty to deal with him, and so Hux would, gritting his teeth and simply dealing with it. This was one such day, sitting in a meeting to discuss Starkiller when Kylo Ren decided he should speak up, questioning not only Hux’s command but asking if the weapon could truly fire across the admittedly large distance between the star it orbited and the Hosnian system. It was twelve lightyears away, he said so calmly, questioning if the power would only land in twelve years. As if Hux hadn’t thought of that.

“The manipulation of the weapon is not only in the fusion, Lord Ren,” said Hux, as evenly as he could, folding his lips tersely when Ren interrupted him.

“Yes, it’s manipulation of the quarks, disposing of up and down quarks and making use of the strange, charm, bottom, and top to force a false collision, I’m familiar. I did read about your pet project, General. Only, you can’t actually dispose of up and down quarks, you know that correct?”

The rest of those in the meeting, Hux was vaguely aware their heads were swinging back and forth like they were watching some sort of sporting event, but Hux was too focused on this argument. Starkiller was a delicate but mighty machine, performing feats of power that no one had ever managed before. And the idea that his machine couldn’t traverse the twelve lightyears was just insulting.

Eventually Captain Phasma coughed politely, and broke up the argument. The meeting was adjourned soon afterwards, and Hux glared to watch Kylo walk away, lightsaber already in his hand. There would be a report of some expensive piece of equipment in twenty minutes, maybe even less.

“Your face will stick like that if you keep making that face, General,” said Captain Phasma calmly.

Hux took a deep breath to keep from snapping and said, “Kylo Ren is to blame for my loss of temper, Captain. He deliberately questions me and my designs, designs that were approved by no less than six review councils–”

“And has managed to point out a few flaws all the same. He understands the process that goes on in the center of the planet just as well as he does greater space. Apparently the planet we chose he approved because he liked he composition of the planet’s core, said it would be best suited to stabilizing the weapon. Iron-nickel, he says.”

Hux raised a brow and said, “I have no idea what you’re trying to get at, Captain.”

“I’m just surprised you don’t like him more, considering your list of an ideal man.”

If anyone else were present to comment, he would deny to his dying breath that he blushed in that moment. “I do not have a list of an ideal man!”

Phasma was raising her brows below that mask, he could feel it. “Knowledge of weapons, sciences, speak more than one language, hold their own in conversation, read, and have an unnamable quality in how they walk and present themselves. If I can recite it, you have a list.”

“And what makes you think Kylo fits any part of that list?” he was snapping at her and he took a breath to calm down. It didn’t do to get visibly upset. It wasn’t befitting.

“Well the man is the only person in the galaxy who handles a lightsaber and he built it himself, he certainly manages to snip against you, he understands both quarks and hyperspeed travel, he actually is rather well read, all things considered, and you know he does actually speak Shyriiwook, Thykarann, and Xaczik? And seeing how everyone refers to the Knights as mystics and you can’t ever seem to take your attention off him I assume he has whatever quality you can’t ever name.”

Silence fell as Hux simply stared at her. “Fuck,” he breathed under his breath. Kylo Ren fit every part of his requirements for accomplishment, and he had told himself he wouldn’t have anyone who wasn’t accomplished. And he was a direct line to the Supreme Leader, and even back to the Old Empire through his grandfather, who was been Emperor Palpatine’s right hand man.

Hux hadn’t ever been afraid to admit to himself that he didn’t quite fit the mold of perfect soldier. He liked power too much for that.

“There you go, I was wondering when you’d notice that.”

“What am I supposed to do with that information?”

Phasma shrugged. “Find a way to get him into your bed, I expect. I leave that part to you, General.” And with a crisp salute she was gone, leaving Hux behind and shuddering to add a seventh person to his list of those he knew to be accomplished. And finding himself comparing Kylo to others and finding them lacking, horrible as it was to admit.

There was nothing for it. Kylo met all his standards and even surpassed them. He was accomplished, one of the most powerful men in the Galaxy (including, much to Hux’s displeasure, himself), and Hux had once seen him without the helmet and the memory did seem inclined to stay, remembering the man almost offensively handsome.

“Fuck,” he muttered aloud to himself, ignoring that cursing over something so inconsequential wasn’t befitting. How dare Kylo be his ideal man? Now he had to not only manage Starkiller and the Finalizer, but also find a way to get Kylo into his bed. A hand reached up to the bridge of his nose. A headache was coming on.

AND WHAT ABOUT HIS "FINE EYES" THO??

This was great, anon. I love Hux's stupid sexy standards being his undoing. I keep imagining Kylo yelling at Hux for not behaving in a more gentleman-like manner, lightsabering the bed as he rejects Hux's initial frosty seduction.

Loved this!

<3

I especially loved how you kept some of the Austen-style of language from your inspiration in this. Since I doubt my Austen!TFA prompt will be filled now this was a delightful surprise and a treat.

Do we get to see just how Hux manages to bed him? *crosses fingers*

(I'd say I'm sorry for writing more of this but gosh this was fun to write)

Kylo was nearly out of breath from his training, so hard did he work to vent out his frustrations. He was trying to be better about not destroying things, he really was, especially after that incident where the console had actually exploded and sent him flying back to the other side of the room. That shouldn’t ever be repeated.

The helmet managed to ventilate very well, but he wasn’t wearing it at the moment, and was comfortable with that fact. The only person who could possibly enter the training room now that he was here was General Hux, and that man certainly wasn’t going to suddenly appear. They hated each other and that worked out well for Kylo.

And perhaps it would have continued to had he not sensed the General himself coming towards the salle with singular intent in mind. Kylo gave a heavy sigh and muttered to himself, “Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives.” There was no time for the helmet, and besides Hux always seemed to be made uncomfortable by seeing his face. If anything it would make the man leave him alone all the sooner.

The door opened behind him but Kylo did not turn, fully intending to make Hux speak first. Yet silence reigned long enough that eventually he did turn, just wanting this done with. The moment he did, Hux began to speak, his tone crisp and businesslike. Before he truly realized what Hux was saying, Kylo was already preparing himself to be told of a meeting he was to attend.

“Lord Ren, I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. I have fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations of me, the inferiority of your birth in our Order, my rank, everything I am willing to set aside for the sole purpose of asking you to end my agony.”

“What?” asked Kylo, finally catching on to exactly what words were being said.

“I love you. Most ardently. Do me the honor of letting me express that to you somewhere more private than a training salle.”

Kylo couldn’t believe his ears. Had the General gone mad? “General,” he said eventually, keeping the same formality Hux had offered by use of his title, “if it is any consolation, any pain I may have caused you in this was unconsciously done.”

“Is that your reply? Are you mocking me?” There was anger blooming behind the words now, and faced with something so inconceivable as Hux propositioning him as if it were a standard meeting, Kylo rose to the challenge in full response.

“I’m sure the feelings you told me made it so hard for you to like me will help you get over it.”

“May I ask why you are turning me away?”

“I might as well ask why you thought it decent to tell whatever partner you were hoping to find that you liked them against your better judgment! You want to woo me to your bed and then turn around and place yourself above me, claiming I have the inferior birth! I’ve the highest connections in the Order to the Supreme Leader!”

“Beyond that! Beyond your rank as Knight to the bases of our being, in the eyes of the Order the son of those who actively destroyed the Empire, sent us to exile and built the New Republic is, by necessity of identity, inferior to the one whose father abandoned the life he knew in the Empire to transplant its heart and keep it alive!” They were both shouting now, standing too close and screaming and Kylo found himself both thrilled as well as insulted by every word out of Hux’s mouth.

“So that’s your opinion of me. Thank you for explaining so fully.”

“The offenses of birth can be overlooked and would have been easier for me to do had your pride not–”

“My pride?”

“Not made yourself intolerable to all those around you! Do you expect me to rejoice that I should find myself with such feelings to a man my officers are half-convinced is a droid?”

Anger was seething within Kylo, and bubbled up with a vengeance, colored with insult and making it all the more potent as he snapped with all the feeling he could put into the words, made even stronger without the mask to flatten his words, “And those are the words of the First Order’s finest gentleman? From the moment I met you, your arrogance and pride made it very clear that you are the last man in the galaxy I could ever be prevailed upon to be involved with!”

Silence fell and Kylo realized just how close he had drawn to Hux, staring at him as the man stared back with an odd hunger in his gaze. It remained there even as the General hissed, “Forgive me, Ren, for taking up so much of your time.” He turned on his heel then, and stalked away, leaving Kylo alone in the training salle with anger pulsing through him.

Damn it all, the next console would be destroyed out of pure spite.

oh my gosh. this is the best. <3<3<3<3<3<3

I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer.

FUCK.YES.

FLAWLESS. I mean, it's ridiculous, they're ridiculous, but it works so well! Never apologise for writing more of this (I actually hope you'll keep going).

Also: "in the eyes of the Order the son of those who actively destroyed the Empire, sent us to exile and built the New Republic is, by necessity of identity, inferior to the one whose father abandoned the life he knew in the Empire to transplant its heart and keep it alive!" is legit Hux af. NO I'M BETTER THAN YOU LET ME MAKE A SPEECH ABOUT IT, YOU DON'T KNOW MY STRUGGLE, BE GRATEFUL I WANT TO BANG YOU, STUPID SEXY REBEL SCUM

They were both shouting now, standing too close and screaming and Kylo found himself both thrilled as well as insulted by every word out of Hux’s mouth.

That is my jammm right there. Let's be real, Kylo would be creeped out if Hux approached him all well-mannered and charming. Rage is way more interesting, even if that next console is gonna have "I HAVE NEVER DESIRED YOUR GOOD OPINION" burned into it.

LOL, does this mean Starkiller is Hux's Pemberley?

Ahahahaha I love their voices in this, you've captured them so well

OP here, I loved the first fill and the second proposition, I am a big Austen fan so that was an extra treat for my simple prompt!

Oh, this continues to be an absolute delight. AA, you are a treasure. <3

I didn't even realize that I needed Pride and Prejudice, Starkiller Style, but I do. Please continue.

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