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Ugh, Hux just casually finger-fucking him like that, like he's testing the ripeness of a melon...SO HOT.

I've been punched repeatedly IN THE HEART. TEARS FOREVER.

After receiving a concussion on Starkiller from his fight with Rey, Kylo Ren wakes up convinced that General Hux is the reincarnation of Darth Vader himself.

++ Mitaka quick hide me, he won't stop following me. He wont stop talking - it - the sand, Mitaka.
What, sir?
The sand.

oh holy fuck whoever fills this is my hero

Kylo Ren gets fucked by something big and ugly (rathtar, maybe?) that pumps his belly full of come. Or, maybe he gets fucked by a lot of different someones...as long as the result is the same: Kylo's belly big and round and swollen with come.

This will sound ludicrous, but it needn't be non-con if you'd rather have Kylo be into it. Or...you could just have it be non-con.

He's already part way there, may as well go the whole hog.

I am here for exorcist!Hux with a 180 degree rotating head on shifts.

"Mitaka! Check your holocom on personal time!"
"Yes si-HHHHH"

Half hour later
Kylo: "Hello, is this Father Ren? We erm have a little problem on the Finalizer, and ..."

Give me crying during sex Hux any day of the week

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Hux drifts out of sleep slowly, languidly, until he’s awake enough to appreciate the welcome change from the abruptness of being startled from a nightmare. As he opens his eyes he finds himself in his own bed next to a conspicuously empty spot that’s still warm from body heat. Ren had been in his bed. A vague memory of Ren carrying him here accompanies the knowledge, swiftly followed by a cold fear that claws into his chest. Hux makes an effort to keep breathing, reassuring himself that he’s still dressed in the clothes he was yesterday and he’s not in any pain.

The constriction in his throat eases enough that he can start to relax again and he stares at his fingers clutching the sheets where Ren had been lying. Now that the fear is ebbing it’s being replaced by a kind of curiosity at the strange thought of having Ren in bed with him. He’s upset about it, feeling as though Ren has violated the sanctity of a place that was solely Hux’s, but at the same time there’s a sort of thrill in it. Hux releases his grip on the sheets to smooth them down then on a whim presses his face into them. The fabric smells of the indefinable scent that is Ren and a hot flare of need coils tight inside him, it’s not quite true arousal but he’s still surprised at the intensity.

It’s not as though he’s never thought of Ren that way, their arguments always riled them both up so much that Hux couldn’t help but wonder if it was misplaced affection that made them snipe at each other with such precision. He hadn’t found the right time to confess what he felt though and then it had been too late, Hux had gone to that ill-fated negotiation with the Resistance and everything had collapsed. He doesn’t want to follow that line of thought and instead runs his fingertips lightly over the sheets, thinking what it would feel like to run them over Ren’s bare skin, to let him explore Hux’s body in turn. To actually want another person to touch him again, the notion is both wonderful and terrifying, more so for it to be Ren he wants. The image of Ren naked in his bed rises unbidden into his mind and Hux closes his eyes and shudders at the surge of lust. He’s not actually hard and he doesn’t fancy rubbing himself to orgasm against the sheets anyway but it’s reassuring to know that he hasn’t been ruined by what was done to him, that he’s still capable of feeling sexual desire. Even if it is for Ren, of all people, he reminds himself and laughs into the warm bed.

He remains there in a half-doze for a while, lazily taking advantage of the lack of obligations he currently has, no duty shifts, nothing to oversee, no reports to read. The boredom is starting to get to him when there’s a sudden chime from his datapad and he glances over at the table beside the bed to see the device perched on top. He doesn’t remember putting it there last night but why would Ren have moved it?

Hux reaches out a hand to snag the datapad off the table and sits up a little to balance it on his knees. The message is from Ren, it simply reads Watch this, and contains a live feed of security footage from somewhere on the ship. Hux watches it curiously for a few moments, not really registering what he’s seeing at first. Bodies are writhing on the ground of what appears to be the medical bay, there’s no sound accompanying the picture but Hux is fairly sure they’re screaming. He can’t fathom why Ren would send him this until he recognises some of the people, they’re part of the medical staff that he had once made the mistake of going to for aid after being assaulted. Studying the image more closely Hux can match their faces to his memories, this one had merely made a cruel joke, that one had actually violated him while using the excuse of checking for internal injuries.

Ren had sworn he would kill everyone who had ever touched Hux and it appears that he’s following through on that promise. The previous deaths that Hux had read a report on and been disquieted by must have likewise been orchestrated by Ren, though Hux never even saw some of his attackers Ren had discovered their identities somehow. He’s impressed at Ren’s skill in pulling the murders off and framing them as accidents, he didn’t think Ren understood the concept of subtlety. There’s a visceral satisfaction in watching even a few of the people who hurt him die in agony and he stares at the feed until the last of them stops moving. When it’s finally over though he just feels hollow, their deaths don’t really matter in a way that would change anything about his current situation.

Hux tosses the datapad carelessly back onto the bedside table and curls up in the middle of the bed to fall back into a restless sleep.

Ren barges into his bedroom an indeterminate amount of time later and Hux is immediately indignant, his earlier lethargy forgotten in the face of Ren’s rudeness. ‘What the hell, Ren? Didn’t you ever learn to knock?’

‘Would you have answered it?’ Ren pulls his helmet off slowly and fidgets with it for a moment before he decides to place it on the table.

‘Maybe.’ Hux sighs as Ren gives him a sad look and amends his response. ‘Yes. Probably.’ He’s not sure why he’s trying to appease Ren anyway and he slides over to sit on the edge of the bed, motioning at Ren to sit as well.

Ren doesn’t do so, just stares at him more before speaking. ‘I sent the ship away.’

Hux is momentarily confused at the change of subject. ‘What ship?’

‘The one that was going to take you away.’ Ren says, matter-of-factly.

‘Take me…’ Hux narrows his eyes at Ren in growing annoyance. ‘You countermanded the orders of the ship that was supposed to take me to my new command?’

Ren waves a hand in dismissal. ‘It’s a tactically unimportant outpost that’s barely manned, it’s a waste of your talents.’

Choking back the bitter laughter makes him cough as it sticks in his throat and Hux braces his elbows on his knees to steady himself.

‘Are you alright?’

When Hux raises his head Ren is watching him in worry, seemingly oblivious to his unfortunate wording. He offers a shrug in reply. ‘So you sent the ship away.’ Hux prompts Ren to continue, wondering what he’s supposed to do if he’s stuck on the Finalizer, he can hardly spend the rest of his life in his quarters.

‘Yes.’ Ren nods. ‘I have the authority to keep you here, as Master of the Knights of Ren.’ That’s an alarming statement and Hux slants a wary glance at Ren, it’s a disturbing reminder that the knight isn’t bound by the First Order’s strict military hierarchy, he’s never exercised his power so blatantly before this. Ren’s expression is pleased for a moment before it returns to worry. ‘But, you have to move into my quarters.’

‘What?’ Hux is positive he heard that incorrectly, surely Ren wouldn’t push him into something so intimate so fast.

‘Torrin wants the general’s suite for herself, so since I’m ordering you to stay you have to move in with me.’

‘No.’ Hux’s voice is very flat as he forces his turbulent emotions down. He’d thought Ren was different, that he wasn’t only interested in fucking Hux but it’s rapidly becoming obvious that Ren is playing some kind of twisted game with him. ‘Absolutely not. Get that ship back here-’

‘Hux-’

‘Was this your plan all along?’ There’s no inflection in his voice anymore and he doesn’t really expect an answer. He’s losing control over himself though, his hands curling inwards to dig his nails into his palms, the physical pain providing some relief from his mental torment.

‘I thought you’d be pleased, that you wanted to stay here with me.’ Ren’s voice is small, his face crestfallen.

Hux had, when he was under the impression that Ren was capable of being nice, that he didn’t want to abuse Hux like everyone else, but he was gravely mistaken about that. There’s nothing he can do about it though, he can hardly sleep on the floor somewhere where the rest of the crew will have easy access to him. He sneers at Ren. ‘I don’t have a choice, do I?’

‘No.’ Ren looks incredibly unhappy and Hux wants nothing more than to scream and hit him. ‘But it’ll be easier for me to protect you now.’ Ren’s voice turns hopeful and Hux can hear the unspoken words, that the price for Ren’s protection is sex, because why else would he force Hux into his quarters.

‘Am I allowed to bring my personal belongings?’ Hux asks icily, he’d rather they be in Ren’s dubious care than with Torrin.

‘Yes, of course.’ Ren is bewildered, glancing around as if searching for the items.

‘Then leave while I pack.’ His tone is hard enough that Ren doesn’t hesitate at going.

‘It will all work out, Hux. Don’t worry.’ Then he slips into the other room.

Hux waits impatiently until he hears the outer door close. Hot tears sting his eyes and he blinks them back angrily, he never should have been so stupid as to fall for Ren’s ruse of caring about him, but he had been lulled into a false sense of security and now he’s going to suffer for that lapse. By the time he finally manages to unclench his hands his palms are streaked in blood and he stares at it as it drips thickly onto the bed.

Hux washes his hands carefully before he starts packing up his meagre possessions. He’s never been that sentimental but as he places his things delicately into a bag he suddenly wishes he was, that there had been more to his life than this, his personal items barely fill it. One is a picture of himself and his parents on the day of his graduation from the Academy, they’re both smiling proudly at their son’s accomplishments. Hux wonders what they’d think of him now, he hasn’t been able to bring himself to look at the picture since he was publicly disgraced but he gazes at it longingly now, running his fingers over it as if he can memorise the image by touch. ‘I’m sorry.’ He whispers to his happy parents and to the younger version of himself before he places the picture in his bag, knowing that he’ll never be able to look at it again after Ren’s through with him. And here he’d thought that being sent to an outpost was the worst thing that could happen to him but at least that would have been his, he would have done his job and been able to take some pride in it. Now he won’t even have that.

Hux stops in front of his closet, debating whether he should bother taking his uniforms or not, ultimately deciding against it since he’s not truly a general anymore. He’s not sure there’s any point in packing any of his other clothes either, Ren might simply chain him naked to the bed or something similar, but he adds a few just in case.

‘I’m ready.’ He tells Ren blankly as he leaves his quarters for the last time. Ren’s put his mask back on and Hux can’t be bothered to figure out what he’s thinking, when Ren moves Hux trails after him despondently, at least the hallway is deserted so they don’t have an audience. He’s sure that the entire crew will know about this by tomorrow though, if they don’t know already, they’re terrible gossips, but that doesn’t really matter to him either. Hux looks down at the bag clutched in his arms, everything he possesses, he wonders if Ren will confiscate it from him, wonders if he should even care.

Ren’s quarters don’t interest him either, he stands in the middle of the room waiting for instructions, mechanically putting his bag down where Ren tells him to. He’s given up completely, part of him railing against his fate, telling him he should fight but he’s too exhausted and the inner voice fades to background noise. Hux is already slipping past numb when Ren leans in to kiss him and by the time Ren’s tongue is in his mouth he doesn’t feel anything at all.

(Just to reassure you, Ren does not sexually assault Hux. It's just an evil cliffhanger on my part.)

omg this fic hurts me so much, why do I keep coming back??? damn you, anon! damn your compelling writing and evil cliffhangers ;_;

i think i broke a rib laughing

OP here. That's perfectly fine with me! I just wanted to make these two SUFFER and have my heartbroken. (Ha!)

Kylo Ren and Hux can get along with their respective partner's families just fine, awkward interrogations, embarrassing childhood stories and shovel talk aside. And then someone (Kylo) had the brilliant idea of having the in-laws meet each other...
And no, Kylo isn't bringing Ben Solo's parents. Ben is dead (to him), although the feeling isn't reciprocated, just no. Kylo's family consists of the people who stuck with him all the way through thick and thin.

So...Hux's family, meet the Knights of Ren. ('Kylo, this is going to be a disaster.')

Your favorite SW: TFA character/s are in peril and/or being idiots about their true feelings for each other, and only you with your super amazing powers of Mary Sueness can save them!

Exorcise that self-insert demon you know you have with deliberate badfic crack! Small fils and multiple fills are encouraged.

This is a bit out of there, but absolutely brilliant.

canon, lbr.

I know what tumblr post you've seen recently, and I second.

Lol, yes.

If this involves 'Hux' ordering the Stormtrooper to do things I'm pitching a tent.

sa

particularly if Poe being conflicted about it is near the surface at all.

Why do I get the feeling that "no weapons on the table" is going to be said at some point in this meeting? Definitely seconded, this is gold.

Thanks anon, that would be lovely. No specifics, just Finn and Kes talking for the first time?

This prompt is the superior lifestyle.

Oh I like this! There should be more Finn/rey babies around.

Okay, so I don't know if this has been prompted before, but I saw this (http://alexisparade.tumblr.com/post/142777500170) and I need it in fic form please.

Any ships are good to go.

Holy shit please do this. Make it all suffering all the way down.

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