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Aaaaa~ This is delightful. I love the hilatious contrast between Hux being genuinely creeped out by Kylo, and Phasma just acting so casual and nonchalant about the whole thing. And Kylo was just so weird and adorable, I love the random hand grabbing and laying his head on Hux's knee.

This is amazing and so morbid but I feel strangely satisfied. No matter how cool the kylo ren character was, watching the genocide in Hosnian Prime shook me a little.

The Rogue

Jeth Ren was indeed unlike any of the other Knights. The Finalizer had stopped on Coruscant for a supply run when he turned up on the ship. Rather than any formal introductions, he simply turned up in the docking bay, as though he was another crate of supplies that had been picked up. He was lounging on top of a large metallic shipping container with the ease of a large predatory cat: lazy and indulgent, but still able to eviscerate someone without a second thought.

His mask was the first thing that caught Hux’s attention. Unlike the other masks he’d seen, which seemed to be meant to intimidate or invoke fear, this one seemed to be designed purely to grab the viewer’s attention. It was plated with metallic gold squares across the front that caught the light, each individual square glinting brightly. His jacket went across his body in a diagonal fashion, hiding most of the muscular body beneath. There was a weapon peeking out from between the folds. It looked a little like a lightsaber, but Hux knew it couldn’t be. Kylo had told him he was the only Knight to carry the ancient weapon.

It didn’t take long for the introductions to start. “Kylo!” He boomed out, the mask making the words especially loud. Jeth leapt to the ground, landing nimbly on his feet. He strode up to his fellow Knight, wrapping him up in what looked like a bone-crushing hug. Kylo just stood there, awkwardly hugging back.

Then the mask whipped around, staring at Hux with intensity. “And this must be the general the others have told me so much about!” He proclaimed in a lilting accent that bore a slight resemblance to Hux’s own. Before Hux could even get out a word of protest, he too was scooped up into a firm hug. He struggled for a moment before going limp. When the Knight let him go, Hux straightened out his greatcoat as Jeth proceeded to corner Phasma next, who was busy supervising the new shipment of helmets and armor that had come in. She turned her blaster on him to no avail.

“What is he doing?” Hux hissed at Kylo, wondering what sort of psychotically cheerful madman had been unleashed on his ship.

“This is…how he shakes hands,” Kylo said in the resigned tone that said he had long ago given up on trying to get the young Knight to behave properly.

“I don’t like it,” General Hux sniffed out.

“Nobody likes it. But I suggest you get used to it,” Kylo warned. “He’ll only get worse from here.”

Indeed, as the day went on, Jeth appeared to resemble nothing so much as an overenthusiastic lop-eared pup. The crew seemed unsure of what to make of this Knight, who practically pounced on top of them before enthusiastically talking their ears off, cheerfully telling them of the victims that he’d recently murdered.

Hux turned a corner to find Mitaka flattened against the wall, Jeth leaning over him with one arm braced on the wall above his head. “—so then I let the spider tear them apart one by one!” As if it was the punchline of a joke, the Knight threw his head back and roared with laughter.

“Oh, that’s--” Mitaka gave a feeble laugh, looking absolutely terrified.

Taking pity on his officer, Hux strode forward. “Lieutenant, I do believe that you’re needed back on the bridge.”

“Yes, sir,” he said, shooting Hux a grateful look as he walked briskly down the corridor.

“Was that really necessary?” Jeth asked, sounding a bit miffed. “It’s not like I was going to rip out his small intestine and strangle him with it.”

“Is that something you’ve done often?” Hux said dryly. The only response he got was another laugh from the flashy Knight. “Having dealt with three Knights on this ship, the crew has come to expect them to act a certain way.”

“I can see. Walk with me, Hux,” Jeth said in a commanding tone. Despite his extroverted personality, he did seem to share some traits with his fellow Knights, including taking for granted that his orders would be followed. Being the terror of the galaxy allowed them such a luxury. “Now, I know you’re expecting me to say that I’ll kill you if you break my leader’s heart. And I will.” Hux sighed internally. This was becoming a tiresome pattern. “But I also have to commend you on taking care of Shry and Orthana while they were here.”

That bewildered Hux. “Me? I hardly did anything.”

“You listened to them without quivering in fear. That’s a rarity in itself,” Jeth said.

Hux had discovered that he had been led back to his own quarters. Jeth punched the override code into the panel beside the door, which swooshed open smoothly on the automatic hinges. How did he even know the code? Hux could only assume that Kylo had shared it with the other Knights. If he had, he and his Knight were going to have a serious talk about boundaries.

Jeth immediately made his way over and pushed the button that revealed a hidden panel in the wall with the liquor cabinet built into it. Hux was once again left wondering how he had known exactly where that was. “In case you’re wondering how I knew exactly where that was--” Jeth tapped the side of his mask. “--you need to learn how to better shield your thoughts.”

“I’ll take that under consideration,” Hux said. He had that beginning-to-be-familiar sensation of being out of his element when talking about the Force. He watched as Jeth immediately went for the good Corellian ale. He swept two glasses out and poured them each a generous amount. One hovered in the air and made its way over to Hux. After a moment of trepidation, he slid a hand around it.

The mask came off with a hiss, revealing a handsome, tanned face with blue eyes and sun-bleached blonde hair that was swept back from his face in the latest galactic fashion. Jeth was perhaps four or five years younger than Kylo. He held up his glass. “Cheers, General.” He tossed back half of the glass before putting it back down. Hux merely sipped his to be polite.

“So tell me, what’s the body count Kylo’s racked up on your ship?” Jeth asked, smirking over the rim of his glass.

“Would you like the list from the past six months or starting from the beginning of time?” Hux countered.

That got another laugh out of the Knight. It was an odd contrast, Hux reflected, someone this manically cheerful being able to kill people using only his brain. “I can see why the others have taken a shine to you.”

That made Hux slam his glass down on his desk. “And why is that? In the past few months, I’ve had two Knights breaking into my quarters and breaking down in my arms.”

“You forgot to mention the one sleeping in your bed,” Jeth added impishly.

Hux felt his face flush at the mention of Kylo. “We’re getting off the subject here. The point stands that three Knights of Ren have been following me around as if they want something from me. It’s becoming quite tiresome and I would very much like an answer as to why it keeps happening!” There was a glint in Hux’s eyes very much like the one he had when he had just finished a particularly rousing speech.

Jeth seemed completely at ease even as the general became more wound up. “You want an honest answer?”

“I would think that was apparent,” Hux snapped. Gods, could none of them just ever come right out and say what they were feeling? He felt like he was dealing with such children.

Jeth looked down into his glass. It swirled around in a small whirlpool courtesy of the Force. “You’re not afraid of us. Being a Knight means having great and terrible powers at your fingertips, General, but it’s also a lonely business. We don’t really have anyone to talk to. No one but each other and the Supreme Leader sees to it that we’re kept apart often enough. You learn to go without. Not caring if someone shows you affection or attention, but there’s something inside that still wants it, even when you’re standing there covered in blood or choking someone to death from across the room.” He finally looked back up. “You’re a rare sort. Me and the others can see what good Kylo’s relationship has done for him.”

Hux shifted uncomfortably. “Are you saying you all want to--?”

“What?” Jeth’s brow crinkled in confusion and then smoothed out in understanding. “No! No, nothing like that. We don’t want to sleep with you. I think we all need something different from you. Shry wants someone just to pet and hold him. He’s the loneliest one of us all in a sense. Orantha wants someone she can let her guard down around and be vulnerable with.”

“And you? What do you want?” Hux asked, understanding finally beginning to reach him about the strange set of circumstances he had found himself in.

“Me? All I want is someone to talk to and have a drink with. I’m a man of simple tastes,” Jeth said. There was a smile on his lips, but only now did Hux see the loneliness there in the bright blue eyes.

Suddenly, the odd behavior of the Knights over the past few months made a lot more sense. Their propensity for getting inside Hux’s personal space and always appearing when they seemed to want him the most took on a new meaning. As he saw it, there were only two options ahead of him. He could either stop this nonsense right now. Hux would make it very clear that he wasn’t their godsdamned therapist or whatever they wanted him to be. He saw a very messy ending in that option, one where he had a host of pissed-off Knights coming after him. In the other, he accepted the inevitable and just tried his best to understand this odd group of individuals who seemed to want his attention.

He was already leaning towards the second option when Jeth piped up again. Hux knew his mind had been read. “Just give in, General. It’ll save you a lot of headaches. ‘Sides, I’ve already told Quentin and F’nark all about you. They’re dying to come on board after I leave.”

All the color drained out of Hux’s (already pale) face. Two Knights at once? He could barely handle each of them separately.

“You’ll be fine,” Jeth said reassuringly as he drained the rest of his glass and headed for the door. “If you’ve been able to handle us all this far, you’ll survive the others.” He left, leaving Hux with quite a bit to ponder.

That night, Kylo’s head was in his lap as he sat upright on the bed. One hand was going over the reports on his holopad and the other was absentmindedly stroking through Ren’s hair. Before they had actually gotten together, he’d often wondered if it was indeed as soft and fluffy as it looked. The answer was yes. “Jeth made an interesting point today,” he mentioned casually.

“Oh? Did he tell you about the time he literally ripped someone’s windpipe out with his bare hands?” Kylo asked, his eyes still closed.

Hux suppressed a shudder as his fingers came to a standstill in Kylo’s hair. No matter how much he was willing to tolerate the Knights, their propensity for the sheer amount of violence they could get up to was unnerving. “Ah, no. He mentioned that the reason the Knights kept coming on board was because they’ve taken a special interest in me. I believe the exact words he mentioned were that I’m not afraid of them like everyone else is.”

Kylo tilted his head so that he could look up at Hux. There was a look of mild exasperation mixing with amusement on his face. “Really? It took you this long to figure it out?”

Hux huffed in annoyance. “You knew and didn’t even bother to tell me?”

“I would have thought you’d have figured it out after Shry broke into your room!” Kylo exclaimed, as if Hux was the dumbest person in the world for not understanding this sooner.

“So it took me awhile. I would think you of all people would know that sometimes it takes me a while to figure things out,” Hux sniped back.

Kylo had to admit he had him there. Considering their idea of flirtation had to been to insult each other on a daily basis until they’d gotten a clue, he could hardly blame the general for not understanding things sooner. “Does it bother you so much? I can ask them to stop.”

“No. It’s just…different, that’s all,” Hux said. He thought back to long childhood dinners with his father and mother at one end of the table and himself at the other, with no conversation going on. Later on at the Academy, he hadn’t really had any friends, never seeing the point when his ambitions took up all of his time. Even his sexual encounters, up until he had met Kylo, had been more about fulfilling his physical needs than any emotional ones. Maybe the Knights had singled him out for affection, but they weren’t the only ones getting something out of these strange circumstances.

Jeth made a point of stopping by every afternoon to chat with Hux. The man definitely seemed to be the most emotionally-balanced of the Knights, save for the cheerfully graphic ways in which he’d describe how he’d murder anyone that the Supreme Leader had ordered him to. The general could overlook that, considering that he was also charming and had a propensity for making insights into other people’s characters that Hux would never see. He chalked up the last bit to being able to read people’s minds.

Hux did note that if he stayed on the ship much longer, he’d have to restock his liquor cabinet. The man drank like a fish. Then one afternoon, he set out two shot glasses and waited. When the afternoon became evening, and Jeth still hadn’t made an appearance, Hux was bothered. It was beneath him to go looking for the Knight, but he made a point to mention it to Kylo when they had ended up once again in his quarters that evening.

“You didn’t know?” Kylo said as he removed his helmet, giving Hux a sad look. “He left the ship.”

Hux felt a ripple of disappointment run through him. He had to admit; of all the Knights he’d seen thus far, he’d liked Jeth the best, despite the stories of dismembered limbs and pints of blood that tended to color his daily visits. “Did he say why?”

“No. Jeth tends to come and go as he pleases.” Kylo say down next to Hux, pulling off the man’s gloves using only his teeth. He spoke from around the leather clamped between his teeth. “Don’t take it to heart. I thought you didn’t like having them around.”

“Not precisely,” Hux said as Kylo’s tongue ran over his thumb. His Knight soon made him forget any disappointment he had in the abrupt disappearance of Jeth Ren.

(He was surprised but touched when a new bottle of Corellian ale was delivered to the ship just as it finished restocking. There was no note attached, but Hux knew exactly who had sent it.)

I'd like to say thank you to everyone who's read and commented so far! I wasn't sure what reactions I'd be getting with this, so I'm very grateful for all the wonderful responses I've seen thus far.

We see a lot of Poe being protective of Finn, but I argue that Finn can be scary when he wants to be, particularly when it comes to the people he cares about. (He lied to an entire army of people to rescue Rey, after all). In any case, I would love him scaring the shit out of some assholes who are a little too mouthy about Poe, either due to Poe's reputation as kind of a space slut, his status as Leia's favorite, or how he's technically a deserter.

tldr basically Poe didn't expect that his sweet buddy Finn has an inner attack dog that is a complete badass.

Yeh I'm into it

Poe's never been serious about someone before: all his past "relationships" are hook-ups for fun, no hard feelings afterwards. Now he's terrifyingly in love and he has NO IDEA how to proceed.

He asks the only person he knows about how to pursue a relationship like that when he has no idea how: His Dad.

Basically give me some father/son bonding and Poe learning a lot of things about his parents' relationship that he never knew about. (AKA I LOVE POE AND FINN BUT I REALLY WANT FIC WHERE POE AND HIS DAD TALK AND BE ADORABLE so we can see where Poe came from and why he is the way he is.)

Poe and Finn are doing the shy, adorable courtship dance, where they're testing out the waters of how the other feels about them and Rey doesn't understand subtlety or why this is taking so long. She says lots of words that are mortifying to both guys, but effective.

BLESS

I am dying @ this kid hating Poe because he "stole" Finn 😂😂👍

Oh fuck, this is yes. <3 <3

Cmdr. Poe Dameron: pilot & unintentional home-wrecker.

Something about Hux draws animals to him. Maybe it's his indifference towards them; maybe its because when no one is looking, he gives really good head skritchies; maybe it's some Force voodoo. At first it annoyed him, but now he just accepts it.

Either way, around Hux, animals act like he's a frekin Disney princess.

Ren finds out and thinks it's secretly adorable.

Captain Phasma; cool, calm, collected, and writes the most perverted "short stories" you've ever read. Most of it is thinly disguised slash fiction of General Hux and Kylo Ren. It's pretty popular, though nobody knows she's the mystery author of such trash as "Fucked in the butt by Suneater", and the epic "Under the Ruins of a First Order Outpost".

+ Ren reads her mind and confronts her, only to end up being blackmailed into beta reading as "Matt the radar technician".
+ Hux keeps giving her the most depraved anonymous prompts, usually featuring "Commandant Hicks" getting fucked up by "Kyle Ten".
+ Phasma is considering if revealing her identity in order to take commissions is worth potentially being executed/reeducated.

One Of Us! One Of Us!

OP just realised that the title makes it look like I'm only after crack, so just adding that an angsty or serious fill is more than welcome. (I'm just used to referring to Kylo-incest stuff as Kylo's gross incest boner, sry)

explains why he stays on the ship all the time! Seconded!

Somebody please fill this! I will die happy and possibly marry them.

oh my god this is actually adorable 10/10

I can totally see Finn and Poe doing a synchronized spit take in the mess Hal when Rey plunks down her tray at their table and during their daily their 'we're not flirting at all' discussion about xwing parts or w/e and busts it with "Why aren't you guys already fucking?"

Hooray!! I was going to request Kylo killing the perpeutrators, so I'm glad I don't have to. This is both heartbreaking and extremely well done. Great work.

OP and I liked it! It seemed very Rey, and I loved the details of her not really knowing if her period was normal and Like bring so chill and supportive. Excellent fill!

Hahahaha! Time to update my Headcount fic!! :)

Based off of listening to too much of Act 2 of Hamilton. After Starkiller, the governing body of the Order is like "maybe we should cut back on the budget here we're kind of in debt now" and Hux is like "I have the solution" and some delegate is very much the Jefferson in the situation and basically undermines every possible solution Hux comes up with.

Kylo, having resigned himself to being more invested in politics now that he and Hux have A Thing,finds himself going "not now boner" like every three seconds seeing Hux debate in a Cabinet Meeting.

Somehow this ends up with Hux practicing for every eventuality in debates while Kylo sucks his dick because who knew politics could be so sexy?

Finn as Persephone, and Poe as Hades.

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OP - Re: One-sided Kylo/Hux, teen crush, kid Kylo is 2spooky4Hux

Re: Minifill: Return in pieces

FILL- Share and Share Alike - 3/?

Finn/Poe- Overprotective Finn

Re: StormPilot(Jedi) - Jedi!Finn breaks up with Poe.

PoexFinn: Poe has to learn not to be a playboy

Poe/Finn: Rey is too blunt

Re: Stormpilot+Kylo: the Dark side needs to get laid

Re: FILL - Whose kid is this? 3/?

Re: Kylo/Hux, Uniform Kink, Nipple Play

Re: Resistance Pilots(anyone)/Kylo - noncon

Re: FILL - Whose kid is this? 3/?

Gen or kylo/hux, hux (begrudgingly) is the animal whisperer

Phasma, background kylux, in-universe rpf, shipper on deck

Re: Phasma, background kylux, in-universe rpf, shipper on deck

Re: (one sided?) Kylo/Any relative - using Kylo's gross incest boner for the Greater Good

Re: Gen or kylo/hux, hux (begrudgingly) is the animal whisperer

Re: Hux/Kylo - Hux is VERY well-endowed

Re: FILL - Whose kid is this? 3/?

Re: Poe/Finn: Rey is too blunt

Re: Fill Part 3: Hux/Leia/Poe, Hux/others, slutshaming (tw: noncon)

Re: Family Circles, Sort-of Fill:Dark Reylo - Noncon, pregnancy-by-rape, frank discussions of aborti

Re: Kylux - Kylo and Hux are surprisingly doting parents - everyone is shocked to learn this

Kylux; Kylo weirdly turned on by debates

Poe/Finn, Greek mythology au