Living in close proximity in case of sudden yet inevitable betrayal
6. The Investigation of Ahch-To
In which the Supreme Leader shows his resourcefulness in utilizing the local fauna.
Author: techiehux
I don’t think anymore when you hold me down.
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It had started out as merely sexual, just as so much of
their relationship had. Two sets of gnashing teeth intent on consuming the
other with the promise of ‘just this once’ perpetually falling from their
swollen and split lips. Yet over time their oft violent and drunken nights took
on a form of routine. They began to learn what made the other tick – and more
importantly what made them twitch. Hux could not say how they fell into these
roles they had made for themselves. His only claim was that he did not submit
without a fight.The total relinquishing of control had been always been a
deep fear of the General’s. Ren had of course relished in taking advantage of
this. Neither had expected Hux to do the same. It had become the centerpiece of
their sexual relationship. When Hux knelt before Kylo he was stripped of his
title, his pride, of all of it until only Armitage was left. Firm hands and
thick leather eased his mind of all his troubles. Reduced only to sensations Hux learned how to breathe again.But as weeks turned to months Hux found it bleeding into
other aspects of his daily life. What had once been limited to collars and gags
became the firm sensation of an invisible hand on his shoulder when the Supreme
Leader so casually insulted him; a grip at the back of his neck when an
unprofessional comment threatened to snap back at some unsuspecting tech on the
bridge. In the privacy of his quarters when reports of damage and loss in the
wake of battle threatened to send him into a spiraling panic, the closing
around his throat silenced the cacophonous noise inside his head until there
was only peace left.And remembering to breathe.
#35 please, darling! ❤️ if you don’t mind!
35: “about the baby….it’s yours.”
Hux stood in the fresher, staring down at the pregnancy test in his hands. He had tried ignoring the morning sickness, telling himself it was just stress. He tried ignoring his tiredness, saying it was just exhaustion from over working.
He couldn’t ignore the proof in his hands.
He should have known better. Known that during heats no birth control was 100%. Kylo refused to wear condoms and Hux didn’t fight him on the issue. Kylo was supreme leader now, and Hux was nothing. Nothing but an Omega to sedate the new leaders primal desires.
Hux knew their rivalry would bring them to this if Kylo ever got the upper hand. It was the final way to bully Hux into submission, to show everyone in the Order that Kylo was in charge; always had been.
Hux would be lying if he said the sex wasn’t good. In the throes of heat Kylo had been the perfect lover, albeit a tad rougher than he liked.
Sighing, he tossed the stick in the trash.
He would have to do something about this.
****
Days turned into weeks, and Hux still had not dealt with it. His initial desire to get rid of it before Kylo found out faded every time he walked by the med bay. It felt like some primal betrayal to the being forming inside of him; It wasn’t the child’s fault that Kylo ren was it’s father.
He missed his next two heats, and it was only a matter of time before the Supreme leader noticed. When his comm finally chimed with a message from Kylo, demanding a meeting in the throne room, Hux knew that day was now.
He tried to keep his thoughts closed and his fear in check as he entered, not letting any hint of his distress show as he kneeled before Kylo. Yet he knew why he was here. Kylo would be a fool to not have noticed by now; even the Omega’s scent had changed.
“How long did you think you could hide this?” Kylo said impassively from the throne. His indifferent tone only made Hux more uneasy. “I can smell it on you. Your pregnant. You’re so distraught you can’t even hide your panic right now.”
“Supreme leader I-”
“Enough.” Kylo said, standing from his throne. Hux stood as well, taking a protective step back as Kylo walked toward him. Hux instinctively put a hand over his stomach, afraid Kylo might attack him as he got closer.
This action did not go unnoticed by Kylo, who frowned as he stopped in front of Hux. “Who was it?” Kylo demanded, reaching out and grasping Hux’s jaw in his hand. Hux faltered, flinching slightly as Kylo’s firm hand held him still.
“I don’t understand.” Hux replied, fear growing. He knew Kylo didn’t like it when he didn’t get direct answers, even if Hux didn’t know what he was talking about.
“You know what. Who did you fuck. Tell me so I can kill them for tainting my toy. I can pry it from your mind Hux, you cannot lie to me.” Kylo hissed, his grip tightening.
Hux couldn’t help but laugh, despite being terrified.
“Who else? Do you think anyone on this ship is foolish enough to sleep with your pet?” Hux said, pulling away as Kylo’s grip on him loosened.
“The baby…it’s yours.” Hux added softly.
The Alpha looked as if he truly had not expected to be the father after everything they had done. Kylo was always so focused on Hux’s possible betrayal that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him. It would have been hilarious if Hux wasn’t still afraid. They were not an item. Not equals. There was no telling what Kylo would do about this news, or to their unborn child.
“How far along?”
“Three months.”
The air was tense, and an uneasy silence followed. Hux was about to speak when Kylo suddenly took his hand, pulling him close.
“May I?” Kylo asked, his gloved hand hovering over Hux’s stomach. Hux simply nodded, more shocked that the Alpha even asked permission.
Kylo pressed his hand softly to Hux belly. The Omega was still flat, but he knew he would be showing soon. His frame was small and left no room to hide anything.
“I can feel it…with the force. It is mine, it’s small…but…it has a force signature.” Kylo said, amusement in his voice. Hux couldn’t help but finally relax. Kylo seemed interested, or at least intrigued. It was a good sign for the baby’s safety.
“I was…afraid of how you would react.” He admitted.
“I won’t harm you, Hux. Or our child.” Kylo said, pulling his hand back. He took Hux’s hand again, stroking it softly with his thumb.
Hux sighed softly. It was a start. It wasn’t love, but it was a promise of protection. He could work with that. Maybe he could learn to love the Alpha, and the same in return. Maybe they could one day stop this petty rivalry.
“I know.”
For @hurtkylofest
Day 11: Situational Prompt
As Hux brought Kylo back to medbay after the attack on Starkiller, his co-commander kept losing consciousness. It would be bad to fail Snoke’s orders, but it would be even worse to lose Kylo, especially since they had started seeing each other. They had plans, so many unfinished plans. Hux had never even had the chance to fully tell Kylo how he felt. “Stay with me! Don’t you dare leave me now!”
Demonstration of Starkiller Base from a kylux shipper’s point of view…
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>Foxglove speaking< How are your wounds? Do you need anything?
“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.This kind of situation hardly ever ended “fine” but he’d take a deep breath, relax. Leave this in Foxglove’s capable hands and hope for the best. Take another deep breath, just in case.
“Thank y-you, Foxglove. You’ve b-been nothing but nice to me since I got here, and I… I don’t underst-tand why. I’m just a grunt.” He shifted his face towards the ground, staring at his own shoes. They weren’t the same ratty old sneakers he’d come in with; Foxglove had provided newer ones (with no holes!)
“I want to help you,” Techie says, determined. “Do s-something big!”
“Of course! I am glad to be able to help. Every little bit of kindness in this hell hole of a city, is a gift. Those in the position to be able to provide that, should.”, she told him sincerely. “Some, need it more than others.”
She looked pointedly at him, then out to where some children were running up and down the rows between plants.
“If you want to do more than you already do, you can. Just don’t feel obligated.”
She smiled warmly.
His gaze drifts over to where Foxglove is looking, at the smiling children. A thoughtful, relaxed silence falls over them. It’s pleasant like this, sitting side by side with a friend.
“I’d want to… W-with the kids. Um. Work with them, if th-that’s alright.” Ever since he was a little boy, Techie had known he wanted to grow up and become a father. Not just any type of father: a good one.
Maybe helping these children would be as close as he’d ever get, now that his life had gotten so screwed up.
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The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.
Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.
Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.
Shit!
He slumps back down onto the bed, lips curling downwards. “He’s my twin,” Techie grumbles. “You’ve p-probably confiscated my phone, right? Armitage is m-my emergency contact.”
“No, we didn’t confiscate it. I hate to say this but… Armitage is dead now. He was trying to start an uprising, but they came for him. I tried to save him, but they took him anyway.”
Techie’s eyes go wide. “No… N-no! Shit!” He dissolves into silent sobs, head buried in his hands. Hux was a shitty brother but he was all Techie had, and now he was just… Gone. And Techie hadn’t even known.
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