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Omg. I am absolutely thankful for that anon because Hux/Paul. Because Yesssssss???????? I am so 😳😳😳😳😳😳 please please please can you write something about them???? Cuz Hux tainting that innocence? Jesus Christ. Wanna.

| techiehux

solohux:

Sorry this took so long! ❤️

“How often do you touch yourself, Lieutenant Sevier?”

Hux smirks at his own question, lapping up the sight of his officer’s blush
as he sits at Hux’s desk in his office, attempting to finish his reports. With
no way of completing his work after his datapad had mysteriously gone
missing, Hux had offered his shy Lieutenant the use of his personal office to
continue his work. And like a fly to a honey-trap, Paul has been caught.

“Sir,” Sevier says, pushing his
glasses back up his nose. “I-I don’t believe that’s an appropriate question for
me to answer—”

“Its appropriateness is for me to decide, as your superior officer,” Hux
replies. He walks with a rigidly-straight back around the desk, from the front
to the back, sliding his gloved fingers across its surface until he’s standing
beside Sevier’s chair. “And I believe it’s a perfectly appropriate question. I’m asking from a medical standpoint,
Lieutenant. Of course.”

Regardless of Hux’s attempt at an explanation, Sevier doesn’t answer. His
lips open and close for a few moments as though contemplating his response but
the words are lost somewhere.

“Once a week?” Hux sits himself on the desk and allows one of his hands to
push Sevier’s datapad from his hands. “Twice a week? Every day? And what thoughts are in your mind as you fondle
yourself, I wonder?”

“I-I don’t—”

Sevier’s throat is dry; Hux see how hard his Lieutenant swallows, as though
there’s an invisible lump stuck there. The blush on his cheeks is almost
luminous by this point, and Hux has him just
where he wants him.

“I hear the talks in the canteen, Lieutenant, and a lot of them prove quite
interesting. Especially those between yourself and your friend, Matt.”

Sevier stands up abruptly, almost stumbling back over the chair as he moves,
but Hux is quick to grab the front of his jacket to pull him back enough that
they’re almost nose-to-nose.

“General, I’m sorry—” Sevier’s eyes glance down from Hux’s own to his lips.
His need is palpable.

“Do not apologise for your body’s desires, Paul,” Hux says, and feels Sevier
quiver at the sound of his name on Hux’s tongue. “You’ve likely guessed that I
didn’t invite you here to finish your work.”

“Yes, sir. I…understand.”

“Then take what you need, Lieutenant,” Hux says, releasing the front of
Sevier’s jacket, intrigued to see what his next move will be. Will he begin
touching himself first? Or will he reach for Hux’s growing erection and focus
on his release first?

To Hux’s surprise, Sevier licks his lips and leans forward, moving in to
give Hux a gentle kiss on his cheek before moving to his lips, moving softly.
Hux’s eyes widen before he melts into the kiss, shocked that the man who’s had
such dirty thoughts about him has chosen
to kiss him so gently.

But Hux smiles. Obviously, Sevier’s innocence isn’t tainted enough. Yet.  

| techiehux

sstensland:

so i’ve had way too much time to think about this, and this meant to be a short little thing that kept growing, butwhat if stensland is clyde’s first ever relationship? growing up clyde was always the quiet and timid boy who followed behind jimmy who didn’t talk much. he went on a few dates with some girls but always felt too awkward. he realizes he’s gay his junior year of high school, but he doesn’t mention it. jimmy knows, because jimmy always knows, but he doesn’t say anything. clyde graduates high school and signs up for the military. gets deployed. he doesn’t try to pursue a relationship since he’s always away now. he still writes letters to jimmy and mellie and hopes that he’s still alive by the time he gets their response. he has a few close encounters his first tour. a suicide bomber goes off in a building in a town he’s transporting to. then he misses a near shot to the head from a sniper. if one of his fellow soldiers hadn’t noticed… when he returns home, he doesn’t sleep well. his nights are filled with nightmares and panic.

jimmy tries setting him up on dates when he gets back. he goes in two. one girl and one boy. both are absolutely perfect. but clyde knows better. they would never last. when he leaves for his second tour, he has no attachments. this one goes better. he still wakes in a cold sweat most days, but his life hasn’t been threatened yet. not until he’s on his way home and the mine goes off.

when clyde returns home this time, it’s to pain. he can still feel the explosion. still feel the pain of his fingers and hand. he doesn’t sleep most nights. doesn’t take the medications his doctors tells him to. ignores the world around him. it takes him two years to recover the best he can. he takes a few classes as the community college, takes up bartending, gets a job. soon, he’s the owner of a bar. his life almost seems well. his mind keeps dwelling on a curse he’s heard his father talking about one night. the logan curse. he looks into it, researches it. annoys the hell out of jimmy about it. it’s one of the few things that helps calm him down, though, from the nightmares and panic attacks. it’s something solid and grounded that he can keep his mind busy with. it’s possible he becomes obsessive about it, but he hasn’t fallen into the path of drugs and he keeps his drinking to a minimum (most nights).

years later, he’s still thinking about it. still annoying jimmy and mellie about it. he’s learned a lot about their family. misfortune has filled their lives longer than they could even remember. he still thinks about it when he sees the first new face he’s seen in years. the red hair catches his eye first. then the tall, lanky form hiding under his mismatched clothing. clyde tries to convince himself that’s why he’s starting: he looks so out of place in his bar filled with wannabe bikers and rednecks.

when this stranger smiles, clyde is latched. the easiness of that smile, that laugh, at one of his pointless jokes, fills him with pride. it’s all he can think about until he sees him again the following week. he gets his name this time: stensland. odd, unusual. it fits. clyde doesn’t know if stensland is flirting back, but he doesn’t protest clyde’s attempts. it takes weeks, maybe months, before stensland makes the first move. it’s a quiet night at the bar and stens hangs around until close.

clyde doesn’t mind the company, of course he doesn’t. stensland is all he’s been able to think about since the first night he walked in, but he’s never had the courage to do anything about. besides, someone as attractive and funny as him would never like clyde. clyde is damaged goods, both physically and mentally. he wouldn’t wish that upon him. so when stens asks him to dinner the following night, he’s shocked. it’s two whole awkward minutes before he stutters out a yes.

one dinner leads to two, leads to three, leads to a movie where they spent most the night making out in the back row even though they’re in their thirties. clyde never got this experience when he was a teenager so he’ll take what he can get. by their sixth date, he asks stensland to officially be his boyfriend. stens thought that’s what they were. clyde introduces him to his family. mellie’s beyond excited and jimmys happy for him even though he doesn’t quite understand it still, but clyde’s his brother so he’ll suck it up.

the relationship is awkward, at first, as most relationships are. clyde tries too hard even when he thinks he’s holding back. and stensland tries his best to be understanding. they have their arguments, but they always make up. clyde smothers stensland in his affection and flowers. and stensland makes up lavish dates and adventures for them.

stensland panics when he witnesses one of clyde’s panic attacks for the first time. (he knows it’s bad, but he wasn’t expecting it.) it’s the fourth of july and clyde thought he could handle the fireworks. turns out, he can’t. but stensland grows understanding and tries to help. sleeping next to his warm, thin body has helped with some of the nightmares.

they’re together eight months before they start getting intimate. stensland has been patient, and perhaps too eager when clyde finally lets him undo his pants. the first time they mess around. clyde finishes embarrassingly fast. he blushes and fumbles. stensland doesn’t make fun of him because he understands. he’s been there far too many times.

stensland proposes after eighteen months. clyde is shocked and stunned and there’s a whole group of restaurant employees there listening in for his answer. he starts to panic, but stensland looks at him with such hope and admiration that clyde swallows it down and says yes, yes, yes.

they marry on their third anniversary. stensland in his black suit and clyde in white. when he says i do, he wonders when he got so lucky.

12, Kylux?

| techiehux

glass-oceans:

(12: 

things you said when you thought i was asleep)

Kylo stirred, sighing as Hux pulled away from him, slipping out from under the covers. He held onto that sliver of awareness until he felt the bed dip once more with Hux’s weight, the covers shifting and Hux sliding back against him, skin chill from his brief walk through the room. Kylo tightened his arm around Hux and felt himself sinking back down into sleep.

Until Hux started talking.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. Kylo was careful to keep his breathing shallow, to keep his muscles relaxed so Hux would think that he was still asleep.

“Not just… alive,” he said, his fingers drifting over the knot of scar tissue on Kylo’s side. “But here.”

Hux drifted into silence and Kylo thought for a moment that he had drifted off too, warmed by the heat of Kylo’s body.

“I’d never imagined myself sharing my bed with anyone,” he continued, his thumb idly stroking the skin of Kylo’s stomach. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to sleep if nothing else.”

Kylo has to fight the urge to smile. Sleeping hasn’t been an issue for Hux since they started sharing a bed. Any belligerence on Hux’s part at bed time was quickly smothered by the literal weight of Kylo’s body wrapping around him and lulling him to sleep with his warmth, or with a furious retaliation involving elbows and teeth that quickly turned into more pleasurable activities. But both had the same result; that of Hux being the first to drift off.

“I didn’t… think that I could let myself be vulnerable around anyone,” Hux said, now sliding his hand up the centre of Kylo’s chest. Kylo was glad he hadn’t got the other direction, it was difficult not to respond to Hux’s touch at the best of times. Hux instead began to trace the lines of Kylo’s ribs, sliding his fingertips along the muscle between the bones.

“Just imagine,” he said, “allowing yourself to sleep beside someone… exposed… helpless…”

Kylo fought to keep his face smooth, to stop his eyebrows from drawing in.

“Just waiting for the slide of their knife between your ribs.”

Kylo yelped as Hux jabbed his thumbnail into Kylo’s side. He twisted round in the covers until he was able to look at Hux, reclining on his pillow and smiling smugly at Kylo.

“So.. ah… you knew I was awake?” Kylo said, pushing his hair back from his face.

“Not at first,” Hux admitted, “but you weren’t reacting the way you usually do.”

This time Kylo gave into the urge to frown. “You.. talk to me while I’m asleep.”

“It’s easier when you don’t talk back.”

Kylo reached out and took hold of Hux, dragging him close.

“Maybe you just don’t like admitting you feel things too,” he said, lowering his head to nuzzle at Hux’s neck.

Hux sighed heavily. “You’re right,” he said. “Like right now, you’re making me regret not actually using my dagger.”

Kylo withdrew from Hux, fixing him with his best unimpressed look, to which Hux had to gall to respond by merely raising an eyebrow.

“You would prefer, perhaps,” Hux asked, his eyes turning dark as his arm drifted down Kylo’s back, “a different kind of stabbing?”

Kylo groaned as Hux laughed, and kissed him before he could say anything else.

Political Incident : Chapter VI

| techiehux

hello-stensy:

The two knights of Ren and the man at their charge were braving the storm that had settled over Arkanis. The wind was slowing them down, but the knights had no choice but to follow their master’s order. They could not even imagine doing otherwise. The forest was a rugged terrain that they had crossed only once, therefore they were not well acquainted with the roads. Luckily, the poacher had a better knowledge of it. He was guiding them and they were protecting him. But the wind kept getting stronger. They were soaked by rain, and the crossing was becoming more and more dangerous. The sky was darker than ever, and the trees looked like long, dreadful limbs ready to seize them―to rush them into the howling mouth of hell―even for the knights who were used to living among them and the poacher who had wandered these woods since he was an infant. There was something apocalyptic about the setting, but they could not stop until they reached their destination. They had to entrust Finn with Poe Dameron, Leia Ren’s loyal second-in-command. To do so, they needed to go through this damned forest to the mountains where he and his companions were located. Easier said than done.

The descendant of the Hux lineage refused to make it easier for them. He too fought against the terrible weather to catch up with them, closely followed by Phasma and two soldiers.

He did not fear nature, only his father’s wrath. That fear kept him going, leading the way.  Phasma did not believe they would be able to catch the fugitives, but was proved wrong.
When they encountered them, Armitage Hux shouted:

-You are not going ANYWHERE, you damned BASTARDS!

-Tsh. Bastards. Look who’s talking, Jeha deliberately provoked.

Finn was the only one desperately unarmed, while all others drew their swords.

-Don’t just stand there. Leave, Poacher. You know the way. We will keep them from running after you, Jeha affirmed.

-You may try, Phasma retorted.

Jeha took the initiative, and lunged for the first strike against Phasma. As the violent offensive began, Finn fled, leaving his saviors behind with regrets and the sincere hope that they would not meet death on his behalf.

Jeha was a daring fighter. He proved a good match for Phasma’s merciless assaults. The other knight, Liel, was cunning. He knew precisely where to aim to unbalance his adversary. When he swung his sword, the powerful blast was sure to make the unprepared enemy shift.

Armitage and Phasma, even backed by a soldier each, were still challenged by Kylo Ren’s apprentices. Armitage hated this fighting style he had already encountered―the sword blows that made him feel like a frail child, in the boisterous style typical of the  Knights of Ren. Having fought Kylo Ren, Armitage knew what to expect from his men, but he still could not do more than block their attacks. Phasma, who was known as a mighty swordsman―far more than Armitage was―had trouble counter-attacking against the brutal assaults of Jeha. Armitage heard his Captain grunt when the Knight’s sword pierced through shiny armor.  This was yet another affront against him, adding to an ongoing list. I’ll make him pay. I’ll make Kylo Ren pay for everything he did once I am done with his puppets, Armitage thought. He knew he couldn’t lose focus from the fight andhad no way to be sure Phasma was okay. He wanted to end this quickly, determined not to give up. He could not resign and give satisfaction to the Rens. This country was his, or at least it would be after his father dies. What kind of ruler would let strangers to his regime give him moral lectures? That was simply outrageous.

I will shut them up and show the world that you don’t mess with the Hux family. Once and for all. Kylo Ren and his plotting mother will set the perfect example for all to see.

As he fought his Knights, Armitage was reminded of the few moments he had spent with Kylo Ren. Most of their encounters had been a pain to him, but he had begun to think Kylo Ren might not be that bad after all. That, with time, he could even come to befriend him.

Good thing all this happened, as a reminder of my father’s lessons. Trust no one.

The soldiers fighting alongside Phasma and Armitage had perished under the knights’ ferocious strikes by now. Somehow, no matter how brutal they could be, the Knights were now sparing the Captain and Prince.

-Don’t make us hurt you both more than needed, Hux’s opponent tried to advise him.

-Who do you think you are? Armitage snarled between clenched teeth.

Armitage could not handle any more insults that day. His anger and his eagerness to get revenge blurred everything around him. Slowly, all background noise faded and he could not hear anything but his own breath and a burning fire rising inside, taking over his body. Then…

The silence that followed was piercing his ear-drums. Everything was now dark as they looked around, all of them confused.

What’s happening?

A violent buzzing sound resonated inside his head. He held it, closing his eyes. He felt disoriented, losing his balance. Significant moments of his life were playing under his eyelids as if he had died. All of it accompanied by one of those damned songs, those shameful lullabies in which he stars as the infamous main character.

Little Armitage wants to be as tall as his daddy

Standing on corpses, Little Armitage is shaky

More than once, during his father’s most violent episodes, Armitage felt as if his life was about to leave his body from the humiliation and pain.

Destined for blood, he would rather pick some flowers

When his father caught him, their faces lost colors

Armitage was twelve, and the skin of his back is burned, marked with red iron. His father forbade him to cry, because he claimed he earned this punishment for his failed attempt at running away with his “whore mother”. As if watching her hang was not enough punishment for him.

Armitage couldn’t make it go away.

His mother was hanged for all to see. Her nails scratched at her throat. Her blue eyes were filled with an ocean of tears, and they looked deep inside of his own. He couldn’t look away because his father forbade him.

You have to learn the hard way, boy.

I am ashamed by your behaviour.

In a lifetime I could never make a man out of you.

You will never be worthy of my name.

I didn’t want to be worthy of your name.

I wanted to be with my mother. I wanted to be a child. I wanted to run away from you. You were scaring me! You still do!

-It is not necessarily a bad thing that you are nothing like him. You can break the curse. You can change it all.

And how do I do that? Do I kill him? And then what? What is left for me if my father dies?

-You really should get some human contact, if you know what I mean.

The following scene is new to Hux’s memory. He sees his father under the pouring rain, swinging his sword with rage. His opponent is Kylo Ren. Kylo and his remaining Knights formed a circle around Leia Ren, protecting her with all their might. Kylo seemed fiercer than when he fought Armitage. While watching the scene from above, Armitage realized how much Kylo had restrained himself when they dueled. For a brief moment, Kylo felt someone watching him and looked up. Time expanded. Armitage knew it was unlikely that Kylo could see him because he was not physically in his presence. However, the prince of Naboo was staring right at him. Their hearts skipped before the course of time resumed. Brendol had jumped at the opportunity Kylo’s brief distraction brought, and the unfair king carved Kylo’s skin with his sword, leaving a bleeding gash slashed across his face.
Kylo was so startled that he did not even scream. He couldn’t allow himself to lose focus.
His mother and his pride were at stake.
His body was now inhabited by a raw, unkempt violence. Armitage could feel the same power stirring inside his own body. He had felt it while entering this part of the forest and he had felt it fighting the knights.

Kylo had succeeded in unbalancing Brendol. He slashed him, digging a trench in the king’s armor. He ran to him and pierced his body, thrusting his sword through his chest.
Armitage’s scream was muted. Something now pulled him away from the vision, higher and higher in the sky. He could not feel the rain. He could no longer hear or see anything. Then, he opened his eyes again.

He was not in the forest or at the castle’s main gates. He looked around, trying to  grasp information on his whereabouts. The ground was coarse and cold. It was too dark to see anything. Without much hope, Armitage called out:

-Phasma?
-Sir? Thanks God, you are here! Are you alright?

Armitage was still shaken by the vision he encountered earlier, but he did not feel hurt. He remembered Phasma’s injury.

-I’m alright! But what about you?
-I don’t know. I can’t see. Where are you?
-What’s going on here? Said another voice.

Armitage recognized the voice as one of the Knights of Ren.

-Did you all see what I saw? The…visions, the knight added.

Armitage frowned. Wait… So, I wasn’t the only one having these weird nightmares?
He wondered if they each had seen their own demons like he had. But mostly, he wondered how they all got here. Before they had been outside, fighting in the storm. It was still raining now, he could hear it, but they were safe from it here, wherever that was.

The strange and heavy presence he felt in the forest intensified. Suddenly, candles lit the place all around them. An old man was standing tall in the center, wrapped in a dark robe. His face looked disfigured, almost inhuman. He said:

-Welcome to my humble cave. I am Snoke. Do not be alarmed. You seemed to need assistance. It’s too dangerous to stay outside in those conditions. The storm is raging, and one of you is bleeding.

He kneeled to Phasma, who moved back in distrust.

-Do not fear me, the old man advised, I am here to heal you, if you’ll allow me. Let me take a look at your injury.

Even though Phasma was still wearing a helmet, Armitage knew that the captain was waiting for his directive. Hux hesitated, but ended up nodding.

-Don’t you dare hurt him, old man, Hux threatened, pointing in the stranger’s direction with his pistol, I am watching you.

-Him? the man repeated. He sniggered, then asked Phasma, I require you to take your chest-piece off.

The silence was heavy. Armitage was still pointing his pistol at the old man, and Phasma did not move.

-What the hell are you waiting for? Do as he says, Phasma, Armitage snapped.

With a resigned sigh, Phasma obeyed. Under the surveillance of all others, Captain Phasma revealed what was underneath the shiny armor―the shape of what was clearly that of a woman’s bust. Armitage blinked rapidly, unable to process this new information, before looking away uncomfortably.

This was the strangest of days.

***********************************************

After he received the unexpected raven from the castle letting him know that Leia would send a man his way whom she had saved from certain death by Brendol Hux, Poe Dameron found himself uneasy. He stood alert at the cave’s entrance hidden behind the curtain of a waterfall, waiting for any sight of his mission. The storm was dying down, but he found no trace of the expected man. Poe began to fear that the poor lad had been taken down by the fierce wind.

He felt conflicted. When he was just a teen, he thought people in need of assistance should always get it. More than once, he himself had overcome the hardships of a fugitive life, as he descended from a line of rebels. He knew how it felt, though he didn’t fear any regime or man.

With the storm calming down, he thought he might take a few men with him and look for the escapee. If Poe took action as his young self once did, however, it would go against all the responsibilities he held now. Could he really risk his friend’s lives without evidence that their guest was not already dead? They were all preparing for the assault on Arkanis’ castle, and could not risk being caught. But…

His mind was made up. He was about to call his friends to join him in his search when he noticed a shape approaching with uncertainty. The man was obviously weakened, by his gait. Poe exited the cover of the cave and tried his luck, calling him by the name he found written in the raven’s letter.

-Finn?

When the man raised his head, Poe smiled. He was so relieved. He went to help him walk up.

-I’m Poe Dameron! Nice to meet you, Finn! You are okay, in trustful hands, if I might say!

Once Finn perked up in a warm blanket in front of a campfire, he was in measure to understand what was going on around him. He couldn’t believe what was before his eyes. The cave was vast and populated by what looked like a whole village.

-It looks bigger from the inside, that’s for sure, Finn said before sipping the delicious soup he had been served.

Poe’s smile was warmer than any campfire, even after that terrible storm. The rebel leaned forward and asked Finn in a low voice, his hand on his shoulder.

-Tell me your story, Finn. What were they executing you for?

Finn knew who Poe Dameron was. He had heard about the Dameron family many times and in many different ways in his village. Some called them criminals while others―though more discreet―called them heroes. Even if Naboo was so far away, the notoriety of the Resistance found its way to him. Unfortunately, heroes didn’t have that long of a lifespan in Arkanis.

Here I am, making small talk with a Big Deal in the Resistance. His family fought Lord Vader’s tyranny until their last breath, and I just stole a rabbit on the king’s property.

Poe could sense Finn’s embarrassment. He wondered if he was ashamed by his so-called crime.

What could it be? I did hear that Arkanis is not the most tolerant place. They even execute people out of their attractions. Could it be…?

He decided he did not want to make Finn uncomfortable, especially after all he had been through these past few days. He patted his shoulder to cheer him up.

-It’s okay, Finn. Just get some rest.

Finn was relieved that Poe did not insist. He sighed, nodding. Eventually, he would come up with a good lie about his crimes later. Something more heroic.

Looking at the fire, his thoughts wandered. Were his saviors alright? What would happen now? To him and everyone else, it seemed like a crucial moment, a time of big change.

***********************************************

Kylo Ren’s sword was dripping with Brendol Hux’s blood. The king was lying on the ground―cold, dead. Under his body, a red ocean began to take shape. The pouring rain diluted the color, but Brendol Hux kept bleeding. Kylo had killed men before, but he couldn’t look away this time. Staring at the corpse of the king of Arkanis, Kylo felt sorry for himself. He did not just kill Brendol Hux, he had also sterilized the seeds that could have grown into something beautiful as he put an end to the attraction between him and Brendol’s son. He had sacrificed the potential of a strong bond with Armitage Hux, like the inexplicable spiritual connection he felt a moment before he pierced the body of Armitage’s father. For an instant, he could have sworn that Armitage was above him, watching him silently. At that moment, Kylo had felt they were both experiencing the same sensations―a mixture of wrath, eagerness and fear. He was unable to determine who contaminated the other with these emotions, as everything overlapped.

Then, he killed Brendol, and those feelings exacerbated as all was overcome with acute sadness. As he removed his sword from the body, he felt disgusted with himself. It felt unfair, and he knew this came from Armitage’s thoughts.

His life was not yours to take.

I will never forget that.

-I’m sorry, Kylo whispered sadly.

In the end, his mother was right about him. She was right to worry about his presence here. But something had brought him here. A silent voice whispering at his ear, and dreams he could never remember. Something pulled him to Arkanis. His destiny was awaiting. He had always thought he was destined for Greatness, and so he could not resist to follow a path traced before him that promised it. He stared at Brendol’s body, then at Leia. She was safe, standing in the middle of corpses, but the look she gave him was heartbreaking. He knew what she was thinking as well.

She saw Lord Vader in him, the one she defeated. The one she feared he would become one day.

Kylo refused to succumb to despair, and decided to take pride in it. All of it. Admitting his failure would have been too painful.

Kylo pointed to Brendol’s corpse with his bloodied sword and said,

-This country is now free of his tyranny! Let it be known that Kylo Ren put an end to his dreadful reign!

The survivors among the fallen Arkanis soldiers were at a loss. How should they react when their peers had been butchered in front of them by Ren and his followers? Their ruler, who was to this day the most terrifying being they knew, had been brutally slaughtered with haunting simplicity. Who were they supposed to obey, now? And where was Brendol’s heir? Kylo’s own mother, who was far from easily disturbed as someone who had spent most of her life on the battlefield, was speechless.

No one could tell who had the upper hand in this situation among what remained of Arkanis’ castle. In fact, no one had.

| techiehux

eliza-rosies:

There’s a moment of stillness when the air around them turns heavy with cold and in the next moment Ren feels the surface of the wall pressing against his back and his hands are held high above his head. His first instinct is to panic, but as soon as he catches the sight of a pair of blue eyes grinning at him from above, he freezes. Not once he’s been so close to Hux.

  The older man is almost his height, and from close looks his face softer at the edges, though sharpness still dominates most of it.

  “Hux,” he hisses to mask the growing uncomfort. He tries to move his hands and break free, but Hux won’t have that.

  “You are shivering,” he says after a short pause. His knee presses between Ren’s legs until he’s forced to spread them.

  “Stop that,” Ren asks him. His face is flushed and his skin is tingling. Ren is no stranger to the arousal, though he only hardly ever lets lose himself in fantasy of any kind. For years he’s known only loneliness and he is afraid he will crumble under Hux’s touch.

  Hux leans closer until his lips brush Ren’s ear. His breath his hot against Ren’s freezing skin. “Are you sure?” he asks. “Because I can see in your eyes, that you don’t want me to.” He starts to nip at Ren’s throat, licking and biting and abusing the skin until a broken moan escapes past Ren’s lips.

  “Just like that, Ren,” he murmurs his praises. One of his hands travels down, not quite touching though Ren wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything else.

  “Please,” he begs brokenly, which catches Hux’s attention. He raises his head and his eyes shine like eyes of a hunter who caught his prey.

  “You sound sweet when you beg.” He slowly opens Ren’s trousers and pushes them down, while he is humming. His eyes are fixed on Ren’s face and the knight is shaking. His mouth is wide opened and his eyes are closed. And then he feels a light pressure against his rim, fingers trying to find its way in and he tenses.

  “You are tight,” murmurs Hux into the crook of his neck. “It’s hard to believe I won’t be your first. Such pity.” He kisses his neck again.

  “You are,” Ren whispers and the panic is creeping back. “… My first…” There is a moment if silence and then Hux’s hand retreats. When he looks upon Kylo, he seems surprised.

  “What-?” But he already can see that Ren isn’t lying. His eyes are filled with tears. They look like broken mirrors.

  It takes only a second, one word to shatter the ilisuon of control. Ren takes a deep breath and he keeps looking at Hux like a kicked dog.

“I am sorry,” he finally says soundlessly, buckles his pants and turns on his heel to leave but Hux’s hand shoots forward and keep him in the place. This time Hux kisses him, putting aside the violence.

  “I won’t have you like this,” Hux says at last. “Your first time shouldn’t be in some shitty corridor against the wall.” He pauses and then he adds. “Not on my watch.”

For Cassie❤️

Kylux ‘No-Smut’ Fic Rec

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As we all know, the Kylux fandom has no shortages of smut fics; we’re kind of notorious for it. But it’s not all kinks and fucking. Sometimes you just want a read a fic where there’s no sex and that’s what I’m here for! Below is a list of fics rated anywhere from General (Hux) Audiences to Mature Audiences and they all have one thing in common: they are completely smut scene free.


Canon-verse:

To Be Truly Seen by @theknitterati (G, 3.9k, Fluff, H/C, Self-Esteem Issues)

Kylo wears a helmet because he’s extremely anxious about his appearance and thinks he’s hideous. Hux finally figures this out and soothes him through a panic attack.

You’re Awful by zamwessell (G, 2.3k, Bickering)

“Why are you trying to inspire them with speeches?” Ren asks. “I thought they were programmed from birth to obey.”
“And why would I take any advice from you, Mr. I-Inexplicably-Have-A-Black-Bucket-Over-My-Head?”
“Careful.”
“I’m sorry, Darth I-Inexplicably-Have-A-Black-Bucket-Over-My-Head.”

General Hux and Kylo Ren hate working together.
For different reasons.

To Entertain An Idea by @it-wasnt-me-really (T, 6k, Drunk Kylo, Jealousy, Friends to Lovers)

The Supreme Leader and Grand Marshal come to an understanding, which turns into a realization, which turns into a drunk freakout, which turns into something else entirely.

Captivity by @kyluxtrashpit (T, 1.9k, H/C, Aftermath of Torture, Hair Washing)

Against all odds, Kylo is taken captive by the Resistance. When he’s finally rescued, he doesn’t expect such simple comforts to feel so good.

Inseparable by Kittens (T, 3k, Keep Him Close Tumblr Event, Crack)

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren doesn’t trust General Hux not to betray him, so he keeps him close. Really close.

Hold Me Back by @reyisaspacegay (T, 3.2k, H/C, Angst, Fluff, Past Child Abuse)

In which various things go wrong, and Hux learns just how affectionate Ren can be.

I Get By With A Little Help From My Subordinates by @obsessions-and-dreams (T, 1.8k, Crack, Fluff, Phasma Ships It)

Everyone on board the Finalizer can tell that the General doesn’t get enough sleep. They decide to take matters into their own hands. What could possibly go wrong?

sunburn by @honeypothux (T, 4.2k, Angst, H/C, Exes)

“You’ve been crying,” Kylo says. The again is unnecessary. They both know its true.

black bacta bandages and other first order love stories by @lady-starkiller (T, 3.7k, H/C, Pining, Kyux Breakup Drama) 

After the battle on Starkiller Base, after Kylo’s defeat at the hands of the Resistance, the First Order retrieved him from the imploding planet. And the First Order remained to see him heal.

I Follow Rivers by @bioticnerfherder and @agent-nemesis (M, 14.2k, Dealing With Injuries, Dismemberment) 

Kylo Ren returns to the Finalizer after completing his training to find General Hux missing in action. Determined to prove himself as a leader, he resolves to find the general no matter the cost. The Force, however, has other plans, and Kylo finds out more about the past than he does the future.

Alternate Universe:

Your Visible Soul by @obsessions-and-dreams (T, 6.1k, Modern AU, Enemies to Friends to Implied Lovers, Humour, Fluff, Cats)

Hux’s new neighbor was big, loud and messy.

And so was its owner, Kylo.

FN-1984 by @starhaxa (G, <1K, Addams Family AU, Crack, Outsider POV)

The stormtroopers know better than to say anything or even seem like they might not be minding their own business.

Comfort by @sparrowlicious (T, 2k, High School Au, H/C, Fluff) 

Hux seeks refuge at Kylo’s place only to find him in need of support. He gets a chance to repay Kylo for letting him hang out at his place every time he needs to.

Third Time’s The Charm by @theweddingofthefoxes (T, 2.6k, College AU, Praise Kink, Touch Starvation) 

Ben and Armie haven’t been dating for very long, but maybe things will get more interesting on their third date. Ben’s just hoping Armie won’t think his praise kink or desire to be touched are weird.

Grounding by @absolutecreed (G, 1.5k, Modern AU, Dissociation, Fluff) 

Hux wakes up to a phone call from Kylo, saying to come pick him up.

What makes that request odd is that it’s 4am. And its their day off. And nothing is open.

Hux gets worried.

fathers & sons by @claude-lit (M, 3k, Funerals, H/C, Mentions of Child Abuse)

Han dies. Hux picks up the pieces.

Homecoming by @warlike-god (M, 69k, Modern AU, Family Issues, Slow Burn)

AU in which Kylo has cut off all contact with his parents for the past seven years, but one phone call brings him right back to his dysfunctional family, and away from his hopeful art career. Now he has to deal with Han and Leia’s foster daughter Rey, Governor Organa herself, and Armitage Hux, his high school rival who seems to keep showing up at every turn. Worst of all, he has to reconcile with Han, and figure out how to say goodbye.

stet by @acroamatica (M, 17k, Novelist/Editor AU)

Kylo Ren knows how to write a bestseller. All he needs is a good enough monster and a small enough town, a cast of people who are relatable but maybe not very bright, and an editor who will sit back and let him do his thing.

First Order House’s newly-promoted senior editor Hux, however, is not that editor.

Take Me Home, Country Roads by @multi-purpose-tool-guy (G, 8k, Kylux-Adjacent Ship, Clyde Logan/Caleb Smith, Family Drama) 

After the events that occurred at Nathan’s home in the mountains, Caleb feels he needs to escape back to the sun-baked and beer-sticky West Virginia where he grew up. Some things have stayed the same but a lot has changed since he’s been gone, including Clyde Logan, but thankfully not in any of the ways that matter.

Alternately; in more ways than one, Caleb comes home.

One Song Glory by @bioticnerfherder (T, 33k, Rock Band AU)

Over two years after graduating from Juilliard, Ben decides he wants to reunite the Knights of Ren, a cover band they formed to make rent as college kids in New York City. But two years can be long time, and the band members have moved on – friendships are strained, romantic feelings forgotten. Or are they?

featuring: Ben on vocals and bass, Poe on lead guitar, Finn on rhythm guitar, Phasma on keyboards, Rey on drums, and Hux as their songwriter/kind-of manager.

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A Rose by Any Other Name by @darcydent

Armitage Hux, CEO of the First Order, doesn’t have time to date. Which has led him to competing for love on the Bachelor. The only problem is the Bachelor is one Kylo Ren. Will Kylo and Hux’s past interfere with their future? Will they be able to put aside their old conflicts or will they be used as ratings fodder?

[I’ve never seen The Bachelor but this Kylux dating show fic is fantastic.]