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OP here! :D

I truly cannot comprehend how you could take my filthy ass shameful kinky horror of a prompt and turn it into such a lovely, kind, delightful blooming love story but I'm honestly so grateful and enthralled with it all.

I love how young Kylo is emotionally, and how he truly would not have let himself pursue Hux at all if it wasn't because he's leaving. You can really tell that he's been repressing and ignoring his feelings for ages and then was just too disappointed in Hux to even try while it all was happening until he exploded and curiosity got the best of him and... he realized.

This is lovely, thank you so so much <3

He'd totally do that! XD
Seconded!

Yes yes yes, so here for this!!!

Minus the ridiculous sounding voice, because Hux's perfectly reserved poise won't allow Millicent to sound anything less than the prim, proper lady that she is:)

Loving this so much...

The Heavy

The Knights that arrived at the same time looked as though they had come from the middle of a battlefield. One bore a completely impractical looking weapon that appeared to be a large cleaver. There was still some dried blood splashed across it. The man wielding it was built like one of the Empire’s old AT-ATs: big, solid, slow-moving, and clearly deadly. His mask looked ancient, like a design from thousands of years in the past.

By contrast, the other man was short to the point of being tiny and made even smaller looking by the fact he appeared to be a walking armory. Hux counted no less than four weapons strapped to his body, not including the staff he was keeping tight hold of in his right hand. His mask was crossed in an X-shaped pattern.

Both of them were covered with a potent mixture of gore that coated their black clothes and appeared to barely be able to stand on their feet. Whatever they had been up to had taken its toll on the pair. Still, the larger one spoke in a tired growl when Hux approached. “General. I’m Quentin Ren. That’s F’nark Ren.” The smaller one raised his free hand wearily in greeting. The tense grip on his weapon never loosened. “I’ll be sure to mention how appreciative of your hospitality we truly are once I’ve taken a shower and had more than half an hour of sleep.”

…Half an hour? Exactly how did Snoke expect his elite soldiers to function under such poor conditions? Hux didn’t approve at all. There was no sense from a military standpoint in running the best troops into the ground. Nothing showed on his face. “Your quarters have already been prepared. And if either of you is planning to threaten me with bodily harm if my relationship with Kylo Ren sours, please do so right now.”

The pair exchanged glances through their masks, apparently amused but too tired to actually express it. “We’ll spare you the details of what we’ll do. Just know that by the end you’ll be looking at pieces of yourself.” Hux remained composed, which seemed to please the larger Knight. “Maybe you’ll do alright after all,” Quentin said approvingly. He patted Hux on the shoulder, leaving a smear of grime behind as he walked off, F’nark close on his heels. The smaller Knight still hadn’t said so much as a word during the entire exchange.

Hux looked down at the smudge mark on his coat, his lips curling with distaste. It was going to need to be cleaned and possibly fumigated before he could even think of wearing it again.

The pair had been in their rooms for almost a full twenty-four hours. Nobody had seen them go in or out. Hux could hear the murmurings from his crew. “How certain are we that they’re still alive?” Mitaka wondered to a fellow officer on the bridge.

“I think it would take more than exhaustion to put down one of the Knights of Ren,” Rodinon replied.

“But what else could they be doing in there? Performing some dark sacrifices to the Force?” Mitaka mused.

Hux very nearly rolled his eyes at that. He’d never given much thought to how much his crew knew about the Force. It was very clear to him that they were even more ignorant than he himself had been at the start of his career. In truth, there was much he still didn’t understand. There was a lot of mysticism involved with channeling the Force, meditation and centering oneself and a whole lot of other nonsense that didn’t make a vessel like the Finalizer run any smoother.

Still, perhaps they did have a point. He went to their quarters and knocked on the first door. There was no response. Hux knew how much he would hate it if someone went into his rooms without permission. Still, he was doing this purely out of concern. Tapping the override code onto the keyboard, he entered Quentin’s room.

Aside from the rumpled bed sheets, there was no indication that the man had ever been in there. A quick check of the second set of quarters produced the same result. Ah, well. Perhaps they had gone to get something to eat.

Hux put the idea of the two Knights out of his mind until he went back to his personal quarters as afternoon turned into evening. Opening up the door, he found Quentin sitting on his bed and rummaging through his belongings.

“Get out,” Hux said flatly.

The masked Knight looked up, completely unashamed at being caught looking through the general’s private collection of holovids. “Is that any way to treat your guest, commander?”

“No, that’s how I treat people who break into my quarters,” the general grumbled. Why did he even bother with a lock? It was clear nothing short of rigging a small explosive was going to keep the Knights out. “Where’s the other one? I want you both out of here in two minutes.”

Quentin waved a hand vaguely at the other room. F’nark walked out holding Millicent in his arms, scratching the cat behind her ears. The orange cat was purring contentedly. That, more than anything, caused Hux to stare. Millicent was a little hellbeast, twenty pounds of fury in a ten pound body. She’d turn any hand that wasn’t her master’s into mincemeat if it got within two feet of her. She’d turned that fury on Kylo Ren and tried every trick in the book until she’d figured out he wasn’t going anywhere. Then she’d begrudgingly allowed him to sleep in Hux’s bed, but she still wouldn’t let the Master of the Knights of Ren come anywhere near her royal presence.

And here F’nark was, producing a rumbling purr from her furry little chest. She was looking up at the Knight as if he was her new favorite. Clearly, this Knight had powers beyond those of a normal Force user. “Let’s go, F’nark. It appears we’re not wanted here,” Quentin said.

F’nark shrugged and made his way towards the door, still holding onto Millicent.

Hux blocked the door with an arm. “Leave the cat,” he said in a flat tone.

F’nark looked up at Hux and down at Millicent. “But he likes her,” Quentin said.

“Leave. The. Cat,” Hux said, feeling a headache coming on. F’nark looked back towards his fellow Knight and then back up at the general. Hux had to wonder if he was communicating using only his mind, for Quentin seemed to understand him perfectly. Then again, maybe Quentin was just the mouthpiece for the pair of them.

“He’s not leaving this room unless he can take her with him. So you have a choice. Either we stay here or the cat goes.” Quentin Ren did not look like the type of man that one negotiated or had a debate with. And Hux was overcome with a sudden weariness brought on by the whole situation.

“Fine. Stay here. I’ve ceased to care,” he said. It was as close to admitting defeat as he was going to get.

F’nark seemed satisfied with that answer and snuggled the cat closer to his chest. Millicent looked up at her owner with half-lidded eyes, clearly content with all the attention she had been receiving.

“Your taste in holovids is absolutely terrible,” Quentin complained as he continued to go through the small pile. “I won’t pass judgment on having the entire One Love In The Stars trilogy, but two Ewok documentaries?” He looked up and shook his head gravely. “Shameful, general.”

“Those are private!” He snapped, attempting to snatch some of them away. Quentin easily held them out of reach.

“Still, you have The Blue Dwarf Job, so there’s hope for you yet.” F’nark nodded his agreement, letting Millicent now bat around the end of his weapon’s belt.

“Is that what you’re in here for? To pass critique on how I spend my spare time?” Hux was so very done with these two and wondered if he could get Kylo to drag them away. Surely, being the leader of this group of rabble meant he had to have some control over them.

“No. Sit down, general.” One holovid hovered in the air and inserted itself into the small port on the wall. It began to play out in the large space in the middle of the room.

Suddenly, the absurdity of what he was witnessing hit Hux. The two Knights had taken over his room so that they could play with his cat and watch a movie with him. They were being…friendly. Yes, he was certain this is what friends did. And Jeth had already warned him not to fight against this. Well, there was nothing else for him to do. He sat down on the bed in the only spot that was left, which happened to be directly between the Knights.

Several hours later, F’nark was asleep, his head leaning against Hux’s shoulder. Millicent lay in his lap, her furry body curled up in a perfect ball. Her deep breathing matched the human’s. They were halfway through the second part of One Love In The Stars, the tragic tale of two lovers stuck on opposite ends of the galaxy during the early days of space travel.

Quentin had removed his mask after going to make what he referred to as a supply run and what was really a raid of the kitchens for snacks. It was currently being used as a footrest for him. He was about thirty, with light brown skin and a shaved head. There was a deep scar that ran parallel through his right eyebrow. No hair grew along the ridge and it gave him a perpetually ponderous look. He moved slowly and with deliberation. From an outsider’s perspective, he looked like the type of dumb muscle that could be found guarding a Hutt’s palace or threatening people at a gangster’s hideout, but the sharp gleam of intelligence in his eyes gave Hux no illusions. One didn’t become a Knight of Ren by being a fool.

Turning to his other side, he watched the other Knight of Ren shift around in his sleep. F’nark looked like he could have been anywhere from eighteen to thirty. He just had one of those faces, unlined with dark, short hair and thin, angular eyes. Up close, the illusion of smallness prone to fragility gave way to that of a short, compact frame. There was something about him that continued to unnerve Hux. Maybe it was how he still hadn’t spoken a word or maybe it was the blank stare in his black eyes. His hands, when they hadn’t been petting Millicent, kept straying towards his weapons, a tic he was unable to overcome. Only sleep had quieted his restlessness.

Quentin munched on the food he had brought back automatically, watching the hologram unfold. He kept interrupting it with running commentary. “Can you believe this dialogue? No one actually talks like that.”

“This is a classic,” Hux said. “How have you never seen it before?”

“I’ve led a lifetime of deprivation,” Quentin replied. “Kylo used to say I must have lived on an asteroid before we met.”

“How long have you known him?” Hux said, grabbing hold of this small piece of background. Quentin had been the first Knight to refer to his past.

“Oh, a long time, since we were kids. I trained with him back when we both thought we wanted to become Jedi. Does that surprise you?”

Hux didn’t usually put much stock in the way someone looked, but he had to admit, it was hard to picture the tough-looking man sitting next to him as anything other than leading a life as some form of thug. He nodded.

“Me and Jeth, who was only a runt of a kid back then, we were the only two smart enough to join up when Snoke called to him. We went with him and never looked back,” Quentin said, pausing the holovid so he could concentrate on the conversation.

“And the others?” Hux questioned.

“They joined up later.” Quentin ticked them off on his fingers. “Lessee, Orthana was next, then Ursula, F’nark, and Shry came last. He’s the youngest.”

F’nark seemed to mumble something incoherent, eyelids fluttering rapidly as his hands moved towards his weapons, even as he remained fully asleep. Hux felt rather than saw Quentin tense up as they both watched the Knight calm down and settle back into a deeper sleep. “He must trust you. F’nark wouldn’t fall asleep on just anyone.”

“I think he just likes my cat,” Hux replied. The short Knight had spent most of the time spoiling Millicent by petting her and feeding her bits of food that Hux never would have given his pet.

“Close enough,” Quentin replied, turning the holovid back on. He groaned as the main leads professed how they were in love, so much love, just by staring into each other’s eyes. Hux had to admit, this had been a very strange, but very engaging evening.

SA: Well, yeah, I mean, obviously Millicent is a high-bred upperclass lady. Cats of her caliber don't have silly moose voices! ...But the idea of a younger Hux giving kitten Milly a prissy little girl voice is so cute..! I bet she'd sound like the white kitten from the Aristocats!

This really needs a fill...

because kylux fluff fuels my sinner heart

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Privacy on a Resurgence-class Star Destroyer was hard to come by with every hall, deck, and bay practically coated with cameras and sensors. Even if you could find a blind spot between all the security measures, chances were it wasn't comfortable in the slightest.

Hux's General quarters were both things, which made it perfect for secret meetings such as this. The general sat on the edge of his bed with the master of the Knights of Ren tucked neatly between his knees, ungloved hands carding through the Force-user's hair and drawing out all manner of weak little noises.

"One day I'll record that and pressure you with it next time you go for a console with your sabre out," Hux smirked, looping a thick strand around his finger and letting it slide against his skin.

"Do that and the console will be the least of your worries," Ren replied, tilting his head further back to glare at the grinning general.

"Of course I wouldn't Ren, leverage such as that would incriminate both parties and then where would we be?" the loop slipped free of his nimble fingers and Hux resumed scraping his nails from hairline to crown, losing his pale digits in dark waves of hair. Ren hummed and sighed, wriggling a little against the ginger's legs.

"A gentle General with a Force-user fond of headrubs," Ren snorted, "The Resistance will be quaking in their boots," Hux stifled a giggle, generals as a rule didn't giggle. With practiced movements he separated three locks of dark hair and started twisting them together, picking up more hair from the sides with every twist.

"You doing more of that hair knotting business again?" Hux could practically hear the knight raise his eyebrow with his question.

"Yes, and it's not knotting, it's braiding and it's quite a dignified practice," Hux sniffed, "The women of my home planet have braided their hair for ages to signify all manner of things,"

"And what significance have you 'braided'," Kylo Ren's arms came up under Hux's legs, first and middle fingers curling in quotation marks before dropping again, "Into the unruly mass you call my hair this time?"

Truth be told Hux had been only braiding a single meaningless gather-braid to keep the Force-user's hair out of his eyes under his bucket of a helm, instead he smirked and teased.

"Oh it's a braid reserved for maidens, unwed and pure of heart, awaiting an offer from a gentleman for her hand in marriage," Hux sighed, tone syrup-sweet. With a grumble Ren reached up and yanked his finger through the braid, undoing the general's work before tilting his head back to shoot the ginger another dark glower.

"Liar," Ren accused, wrinkling his nose.

"I am not," Hux retorted with mock indignation, "What kind of good General would lie so boldly?"

"The ginger ones named Hux," the knight teased back, sticking out his tongue. Hux scoffed and smiled, once again running his fingers through Ren's hair. The force-user sat quietly for a moment, then reached up, jostling Hux's knee along the way, and brushed a fingertip against a stray strand of red hair that had broken free of Hux's structured style.

"It must be nice having hair like yours," he murmured.

"What, having a target for a hair colour?" the general sniffed.

"No, it lies flat to your head and it stays put when you comb it," Hux leaned forward a little more for Ren, relishing the feeling of the Force-user's long fingers breaking the structured crest of pomade and product that held the ginger's bangs at bay. "It's shiny too, looks nice,"

"Trust me there's far more than a good comb keeping this thin mess in place," Hux pretended he didn't hear the last comment even though his ears did tint a little. His hands started twisting Ren's hair into a braid again, absorbed in how the knight's thick hair slid against his fingers and palm.

"I prefer yours to be honest," Ren tilted his head up to give the ginger room to move his hands, "Without product my hair goes all limp, yours has shape to it, even after you wear that bucket on your hair for an hour,"

"It's not a bucket it's a helm," Ren snapped.

"Hush, it's a bucket any you know it," Hux gave the stub of the braid he was making a little tug. "Not to mention it's by far a less conspicuous colour than the Hux family red,"

"Is that what they're calling that hue now?" the knight smirked, once again he could hear Ren's expression in his words, "I thought they just called it 'blushing furiously' but things change,"

"Oh would you be quiet," Hux thumped a knee into Ren's shoulder, barely bothering the knight as he laughed.

Honestly, I have no idea how I took your wonderful kinky prompt and turned it into shameless fluff but I'm glad you're still enjoying it!

I'm so happy you got all of that about Kylo from this, it's exactly what I was going for. :-)

Good start! Looking forward to the rest!

Bless your fluffy sinner heart, this was adorable <3 I like the idea that Hux thinks of his hair colour as a target.

Thank you so much to everyone who has read and commented, I don't reply individually to not spam but it's made my day!

I have posted it on AO3 now and I'm working on a second part of sorts, from Hux's POV, Nonny above :)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6499744

Thank you so much to everyone who has read and commented on this, it's now on AO3 and I hope to post chapter 2 throughout the weekend.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6499897

I don't reply individually to comments because I'm shy, but please know that they make my life and I appreciate them so much.

HUX, DRUNK AF:
Cats are better than people~
You know it to be truuuue~

HUX, IN A LUDICROUS CAT VOICE:
"Mrrow, people betray you
And choke you and slay you
Every one of them's bad, except you."

HUX:
Aw, thanks Millie!
But people fight better than cats do~
*points to a stolen helmet nestled amongst his skull collection*
Ren, don't you think I'm riiiight?~

HUX, IN A LUDICROUS REN VOICE:
"That's once again true
For all except you."

HUX:
You got me, my battle experience is entirely theoretical.

HUX, LUDICROUS CAT VOICE:
"So you stole his head-bucket to prove something?"

HUX, LUDICROUS REN VOICE:
"I can take whatever I want!"

OP here. Fill Anon you are a trooper, filling from mobile, and such a intriguing story too! Just like Jaymin, I too wonder what exactly happened before the little family got to where they are.

interpretative dances on cantina nights.

OH MY GOD! Hutt & Smutt know what the people want.

Oh no, Nines! I really liked this, I almost wish it was a series about reconditioning rumours from every part of the galaxy, like all good scary stories the Unknown nature makes it so much more horrifying.

RD-7145's fear and unease made me feel so bad for him, especially how he'd been conditioned -- ha! -- as a squad leader to think of it as his failure too.

<3 <3 <3
The first three lines of this little fill made me laugh so damn hard.

No real update today, but have a minibonus instead.

“Sir Subject 1977 is gone.”

“How can a child just be gone from one of the highest and most well protected medical First Order bases!” The elder doctor snapped at the trembling Lieutenant. This was NOT happening to him. He’d worked for years in this facility—all of his work—it would all disappear just because his stupid men couldn’t keep an eye on a five year old.

“We’ve tried looking everywhere as you ordered, but neither the child nor his guard can be found—they’re not on base anymore.” The man looked everywhere but at his superior. “Should we…contact Kylo Ren?”

Doctor Thei had worked for years for Snoke. He’d dealt with creatures and monsters of all forms, but Kylo Ren was a whole new level of psychosis.

“Kriff no, call General Hux, let him deal with that monster.”

“Yes sir.” Before the Lieutenant could leave the room Thei grabbed his arm. “And get a ship ready for me.”

No way was he going to be anywhere near this corner of the universe when Kylo Ren was told that his son had gone missing in a medical facility controlled by the supposedly best men the First Order could offer. He needed to get to Snoke.

He almost felt spry for the poor bastard who would get that job.

-

“And Doctor Thei?” Hux read over everything they had on Subject 1977 again. The fact that he’d managed to do this right under their noses was both impressive and worrisome. They were going to have to keep a better watch over the other subject, even if none where at 1977’s level.

“Gone sir. We got reports he might have reported into one of the other ships, but nothing concrete yet.”

Coward. Hux couldn’t believe it. Not that he could blame the man's good survival instinct.

“General Hux, sir...” The lieutenant began in a hushed tone, “Should we contact Ren, now?”

Hux looked down at his data one more time. They should. The longer they took the more aggressive Ren would probably be once he found out. Yet… “Put me on contact with Supreme Leader Snoke, tell him it’s an emergency and that I will need as many of the Knights that can be made available to join me as soon as possible…for safety.” He sighed, “And send to me our current budget, I have a feeling we are going to be needed lots of repairs…and to replace personnel before the day is over.”

-

Hux knows the moment Kylo Ren arrives and is informed of the disappearance of his son (he pities that poor lieutenant, he actually liked him). It’s hard to miss it when the screaming and sound of destruction suddenly fills the air. There are two Knights in the room with him, one lost her Mask sometime during the long wait for Kylo and is currently smirking.

Snoke only promised he would be protected from Kylo’s rampage from death, Hux is pretty sure “surviving with all of your limbs on the other hand” wasn’t part of the equation.

He’s prepared for when the door to the office he’s currently temporarily occupying clicks open and Kylo strides in, lightsaber in hand. He doesn’t even bother to use the force, just picks Hux up by wrapping his arms around his neck and lifting him off the ground. His Mask hides his face, but it does nothing to hide the fury that now surrounds the Leader of the Knights of Ren.

Snoke would be proud.

Hux knows he has little time. “Kill me and you might never see Anakin again.” Kylo growls and tightens his fingers further.

“He’s right.” One of the Knights, the still masked one lays a hand on Kylo’s shoulder. “Is his death worth risking the safety of Ani?”

For a fearful second Hux thinks this is it, this is how he dies. But Kylo growls one last time before dropping him.

“Talk.”

Hux glares up and rubs his abused neck. “We intercepted a message from the Resistance for you, requesting your presence and unless your dear mother wants to wish you happy birthday. I think we both know what they have.”

“They took my him?” The lightsaber is still on and it’s only years of experience that allows for Hux to react quickly enough to jump out of the way when the lightsaber comes down on his table, cutting right across the middle. “This is low even for them.” Kylo hisses out.

“Not exactly.”

If you don't think the Knights aren't the most hardcore uncles ever, you are wrong. Poe is going to have some tough competition trying to impress Anakin Jr.

ps. this is now on AO3 where I'm cleaning out some minor mistakes. Updates there will be slower though since I will post shorter updates here and then join 2-3 together and post them as a single chapter over there.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6482434/chapters/14837629

They were being…friendly. Yes, he was certain this is what friends did.

Aw, Hux.

That detail about Quentin and Jeth being jedi trainees that defected with Kylo is really interesting! And F'nark, cat whisperer and potential cat-napper, is oddly adorable -- which probably means he's the deadliest of them all.

OP

AHHH. Yessss. I adore this flipside perspective & the the inclusion of the Knights of Ren as Ani's uncles/aunts (!!!!)

If Ani = Subject 1977 then would be be a clone with both their DNA?! o m ----- YEAH. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC! \o\ whoo /o/ I'm all about the clones.

~~Also, that poor lieutenant just wanted to do the right thing, lol.~~

Hi, the rules clearly state that all comments except fills should be posted anonymously. Please refrain from posting logged in in the future.

Wow. Chilling. ^_^

I apologise, it slipped my attention.

+ some of the finalists are really great. Hux would love to have them...as command staff

Oh man I love the idea of Hux only putting up with this whole ridiculous thing because it's a good way to scout and rigorously screen new staff. Holding up background portfolios like, "Check out the leadership skills on her!" Getting to know each match one-on-one, with a leisurely stroll through a training sim to test their readiness. Gazing intensely across at the final candidates as they pointlessly prattle on about legacy and marriage, mentally re-dressing them in crisp tailored uniforms.

Of course once they all have jobs on the Finalizer, AND THEY ALL WILL, Hux can't possibly marry any of them, AW BOO HOO, because it's against all the fraternization rules for a superior officer to get with underlings, SUCH A SHAME, he can't possibly abuse his authority like that, CAN'T ACQUIESCE TO DISORDER, and Supreme Leader must understand that rebuilding the First Order has to start with outfitting its finest flagship with a strong core staff -- even if Hux has to remain a bachelor forever he'll make that sacrifice, WHAT A GUY.

Meanwhile Kylo is still sulking about not being on anyone's list.

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