There is value to Hux yet, besides being a minor nuisance and occasional source of entertainment. With a few… improvements, he could be ferocious on the battlefield, commanding respect and demanding it in turn.
(Or: Supreme Leader Ren has an idea.)
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FIC: Certainties and Exceptions
There are a lot of things Techie knows for true. He hates being called cute, for example.
But there are exceptions to anything and Matt? Well Matt is the exception to everything.
The Vainglorious Journey
Ren complied, the long lines of his body splayed out like an offering, his hands trembling with eagerness. Hux straddled Ren, his eyes drinking in the expanse of the moonlit skin as he kissed a line from Ren’s ear down to his chest. Ren’s nipples were dusky and hard, the sensitive flesh peaking beautifully as Hux caught the tip between his teeth.
“You are gorgeous like this,” he said as Ren let out a pleased moan. “Adorned in nothing but the sheen of your sweat, and your need for me.
*Story by @nerdherderette . Art by @firstorder-pixie
Chapter 4 (Rest and Revelations) is up! Part of the @kyluxbigbang 2018.
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Written for @kyluxnichekinks Niche Kink November – Virgin Kink. Kylo Ren/OFC. Hux is there too. Mature, but not too explicit. Dubcon? Kylo might not be having a good time. The title is NOT related to castration. 409 words
Huxloween Day 26: Cemetery
The sodden earth shifted and squelched beneath his boots, the endless rain robbing this moment of any of the solemnity it should have had.
But wasn’t that typical of Arkanis?
Even the few happy memories of his childhood were painted grey by the persistent clouds, his mother’s hair the only point of colour in that miserable landscape.
He remembered so clearly her cold arms wrapped limply around him in the rain before an officer tore him away from her body and threw him into the evacuation ship. The academy was gone now, torn down years ago. He had no idea where she’d taken her last breath.
But at least Kylo had found him this, this strangest of apology gifts- the site of his mother’s tomb.
The Supreme Leader kept pace at his side, his cloak long since waterlogged and trailing in the mud behind him like the wings of a bedraggled crow. He said nothing as he walked, and Armitage was thankful for that. This was not the time for words.
Ahead of them a death trooper pointed silently toward a tombstone, her shiny black armour a horrible contrast with the lichen covered stone.
The surname was the only clear writing now, the rest hidden by plant life, but the three letters made him feel sick to his stomach.
HUX
Who the hell had chosen to bury his mother under Brendol’s name? She wasn’t his wife. She had had a name of her own, even if Armitage couldn’t remember it anymore.
He knelt awkwardly, ignoring the cold that instantly spread into his bones, and began to pull away the moss and lichen. At least if he could know her first name. At least if he could remember her as something more than mother.
“What?” Kylo muttered behind him.
At first he didn’t see it, rain and tears obscuring his vision but finally he managed to focus enough to read-
HUX
ARMITAGE
0ABY-4ABY
Beloved Son“What the-” Armitage staggered back, colliding with Kylo as sudden wave of fear took all the coordination from his limbs.
Kylo caught him, huge hands running over his arms and the Force wrapping around his chest as the Supreme Leader sought to prove to them both that he was real. Not dead. Not a ghost, or a Force projection, or a delusion.
“Hey!” A voice shouted in the way of a man who was very angry but also not used to drawing attention. “You stay away from there! Stop touching Armie’s grave!!”
Armitage turned and found himself face to face with… himself?
The man in front of him had long hair, an ugly tattoo across his forehead, and brilliant blue mechanical eyes- but otherwise he looked exactly like Armitage himself.
He opened his mouth to speak when a grey shape stepped up beside the newcomer and said in a familiar voice, “Techie? Who are these people?”
The red was gone from her hair, but he knew that voice. It had sung him lullabies every night for the first four years of his life.
“Mother?”
“Armie?! You’re alive?!”
His knees almost gave out as he stepped forward and dragged his mother into their first hug in over thirty years.
Her arms were cold from the rain, but that’s just how things are on Arkanis.
Kylux Xeno Fic Rec List
So I’m a huge fan of a dash of humor and crack into any kink
focused fic (or rather I’m just a huge fan of humor to begin with). This fic is
absolutely gold, it’s so awkward and yet so hot. Some other kinks featured in
this one are: Orgasm Delay/Denial, Begging, Painplay, and may appear dubcon at
first glance. So be mindful of the tags but please enjoy this wip!One of the things I think is fantastic about ships that take
place in the Star Wars Universe is the amount of xeno-fics that get written. It
gives people an easy in who enjoy writing things like weird sex organs and
uniquely shaped bedroom partners. It also allows other niche kinks, such as cum
inflation and oviposition, to blend in with a reasonable explanation. Xeno
stuff with Kylux is something I truly enjoy reading!Props also to @vmprsm for helping me select some of the
prompts for tonight’s post! Many she gave were ones I planned on listing and
some I haven’t read, so I will indicate as such.So on to the xeno fics!
for @darthky who wanted some Matt/Techie
mpreg ❤️“Matt! Mattie! Come here, quick!”
At Techie’s sudden shout, Matt is sent into a panic
and scrambles to get up from the floor, abandoning his tools and half-broken datapod
on the floor.“What is it? Are you alright?” Matt skids to a halt
in the doorframe of their chambers, fearing that his husband has gone into
premature labour. “Techie?”But Techie seems to be fine. He’s sitting on the
edge of their bed, his favourite yellow shirt pulled up slightly, exposing the
soft, stretched skin of his pregnant stomach. His tongue peeks out from the
corner of his mouth, concentrating hard like he does when he’s programming.“She’s moving!”
“What?” Matt hurries to the bed, hesitating for a
moment to put his dirty, oil-covered hand on Techie’s belly but he’s already
missed his child’s movements a dozen times before; he isn’t about to miss it
again.“Can you feel her? She’s wriggling like crazy! Over
here.”Techie sounds so excited. His bionic eyes are
practically shining as he gazes down at the curve of his belly but Matt can’t
find it in himself to smile. Even when he moves his hand across to the other
side, he feels nothing. Whatever fluttering Techie could feel inside him,
it’s gone by the time Matt has moved.“I can’t feel anything.”
“Huh,” Techie frowns, rubbing his stomach. “She’s
stopped.”Matt groans, putting his head in his hands,
uncaring that he pushes his glasses up too hard against his nose.“She hates me
already,” Matt says. “I’m already a
terrible father and I haven’t even held her
yet.”“Mattie, don’t say that,” Techie sighs, laying his
head against his partner’s shoulder, reaching to take hold of his hand. “She
loves you. Of course she does. You’re her big, strong Papa!”“Then why won’t she let me feel her? Every time I
try to feel her kicks, she stops. I didn’t know my own parents so I guess it
was inevitable that I’d fail at raising my own child.”Techie pouts, kissing Matt on the cheek, “She
couldn’t possibly hate you, Matt. You made her. You talk to her all the time.
She’s just…shy. Like me.”“Yeah.” Matt shrugs. “I guess.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to soon,” Techie
squeezes Matt’s hand. “Now, do you wanna start dinner? I’m starving.”A few weeks pass without Matt feeling their daughter’s kicks; everything
seemingly happening whilst Techie is on shift or alone in the shower, and as
much as Matt talks—and sings lullabys—to her through Techie’s belly, she won’t
move for him.One particularly cold night in their chambers, Matt
lies awake in bed, studying Techie, who’s cuddled close to him, sleeping
peacefully, a small smile on his lips as he dreams. Matt has never felt so
happy. Underneath the covers, Matt can’t help but slide his fingers underneath
the hem of Techie’s baggy shirt, wanting to at least feel the stretch of his
lover’s skin.He wishes he could show his daughter just how much he loves her, without having even
met her. Telling her doesn’t seem to be working, she seems to have inherited
his stubbornness already. Leaning down, Matt places a gentle kiss on Techie’s forehead,
rubbing his thumb across his belly; two promises to protect them both from
everything that could ever harm them.But suddenly, he gasps as he feels something press
against his fingers. A wriggle, and then a kick.
And another, then another. He
smiles widely, tears forming in his eyes.“Hello,” he whispers, feeling the kicks growing more
frequent he speaks. “I’m your Papa. I love you so much, sweetheart. So much.
I’m so happy to finally feel you. Techie— I-I mean, your Mother—will be so
happy when I tell him. He loves you, too. We’re so excited to meet you, but
you’ve got a few more months of growing to do yet, sweetie, but we’ll be
together soon, okay?”Below him, Techie moans as he wakes, wriggling,
hand instinctively moving to his stomach, only to find a large hand already
there.“Matt? Is something wrong? The baby—? Oh!” Techie
trails off, noticing the small flurry of activity inside him. He smiles. “She’s
kicking you!”“Y-yeah. I touched your belly and wished I could
make her feel just how much we love her and…” He blushes, taking his hand away.
Saying it aloud sounds silly, he thinks, shying away.“She got all excited at your touch, your voice,” Techie
says, cupping Matt’s cheek to pull his attention back. “She heard you. She
knows how much you love her, Matt. I can feel it.”Techie’s eyes drift downwards to Matt’s lips, and
Matt needs no further invitation. They kiss deeply, just as Matt’s hand finds
its way back onto the crest of Techie’s belly, their baby kicking exactly where their hands join. They
eventually pull apart, breathless from Techie’s enthusiasm.“I love you,” they say at the same time, then
giggle at each other.Matt clears his throat, “Since I woke the two of
you up, I suppose I should make you some of your honey tea to help you fall
back asleep?”Techie smiles, the baby kicks twice. “That would be
nice, and I think she agrees.”Ooooomg I had such a bad day and you just made it 10000000 times better! This replenished me thank you!
Pairing: Techie/Poe Dameron
Tags: asexual!poe, celibate!techie, mentions of slavery, mentions of rape/noncon
Summary: Poe Dameron is sent on a mission to find General Hux’s well guarded, well hidden treasure. The Resistance believes it’s a weapon, possibly to rival Starkiller. Poe isn’t expecting to find a only person living a quiet life without any human contact.
Notes: This is another older favorite. I really like this pairing, though it doesn’t exist much beyond what I wrote. I just like the dynamic. This is probably my favorite version of Poe I’ve ever written, and possibly my favorite Techie as well.
Moodboard: Basilday/Farasil
A Punishing Business, rated E, kylux adjacent, implied/referenced suicide, period-typical homophobia
The son of a disgraced businessman and an English country doctor meet in Greenwich Village in 1949.
Last share of this, promise!
Also, as I am deep in rarepair hell and still frustrated by the lack of online resources about Man and Boy, I wrote up a more in-depth synopsis of the play to properly introduce y’all to Basil (because I love him). This isn’t required reading for the fic, of course, but if you’re worried about not knowing what’s going on, or you want to know more after the fact, or maybe you would like to write some Basilday (please?), here’s a rundown of the characters and events.
Oh, and have some production photos!
TechieHux 