Modern AU. Ben and Hux haven’t met, they’ve just heard each other via game play. They’re crushing on each other based on voice. What do they visualise? What do they think the other’s like? You don’t even have to have them meet other than they first see each other and each smiles… But what are they imagining now?
“There’s one coming up behind you.”
The voice in Ben’s ear is low, and for a moment me imagines what it might be like, lying in the long grass as he presses his cheek to the side of the rifle as he takes his sight. He spies the enemy player moving up easily and snipes them before they can move in on his position.
“Got him,” he replies, already moving to a new position, guiding his avatar one handed while taking a swig from his soda with the other. There’s no wasted conversation as he takes his new place, though he hears Dearg curse as someone snipes him. He calls up the running game score. It’s close. That hit has pushed the enemy team closer to their score, and it’s going to make it tight for the final round. Ben leans forward, a feral grin on his face as he prepares to shoot again.
“Where are you?,” Dearg asks, his voice a low hiss over the comm. Ben can just make out his location on the mini map, a dot moving rapidly away from the respawning zone.
“Ensuring our victory,” Ben replies.
Ben hears Dearg laugh, a sharp bark of sound that makes his chest tight even as he watches Dearg’s icon move out into a more open position. The effect is immediate, and Ben could laugh at the predictable reactions of the enemy team. As they move out to try and take out Dearg, he picks them off one by one, the enemy respawn point too far away from them to get back in time for any more combat. As the last one falls, he gives up his hiding place, waiting for Dearg to reach him so they can take their customary victory screenshot.
The in-game siren sounds, declaring their victory, and Ben captures the moment, saving the image in his ever growing collection. Since he and Dearg started teaming up instead of just trying to take each other down in the free -for-all, their rankings in the PVP games have steadily increased.
“So what has you up so late?”
Ben stares back at the screen, as if expecting to see Dearg’s face there instead of the loading page on the screen of his desktop computer. Normally he’d log off as soon as the game was done. And late?
“Late?” he repeated out loud, glancing out his window where the setting sun could still be seen. “I’ll have you know it’s not even 9pm.”
“It is late,” Dearg said. “Well, it is here.”
“And yet,” Ben said, hovering over the option of signing them up for the next game. They’d only have ten minutes to wait before it started. “You’re playing on an American server.”
“Ugh.”
Ben felt himself grinning at Dearg’s noise of disgust.
“Maybe I should ask what you’re doing lurking on a foreign server?”
“Trying to find something other than idiot kids to play against.”
“Must be hard being old,” Ben taunted.
Dearg’s accept slipped when he got angry, and Ben felt himself blush as he remembered the last time it had happened, an ill-fated attempt at joining a battleground game that required they team up with eight others. Several of the team refused to follow Dearg’s tactics, resulting in fumble after fail, and Dearg screaming his frustration at them. Ben had listened in silence to Dearg’s rant, his heavy breathing after they’d finally quit the battleground and gone back to their usual game. They’d played out the rest of the evening as usual, but Ben had heard Dearg’s voice echoing in his head as he rocked against his sheets that night.
“Oh piss off,” Dearg’s voice came across, a hint of the lilt sneaking in. “I’m in college, not fucking ancient.”
Ben grinned, glad for the distraction.
“So what are you studying?”
“Game development. Among other things.”
“Ah, so this is research.”
“Eh.”
“And what am I?”
“Test subject.”
“What are you testing?” Ben asked, his forehead drawing in as he pondered the question.
“Things.”
“Things,” Ben repeated. “I think I deserve to know more than that if I’m going to be part of your thesis.”
“What age are you?”
“Nineteen,” Ben replied. “I’m a freshman.”
“And you take the piss out of me for being a student.”
Ben grinned. This was really why he enjoyed these nights so much. Talking with Dearg was always so easy. Even the silences were easy. He never smiled so much as he did on saturday nights.
“You’re clearly a final year student,” Ben replied, full of confidence. “That kind of weary attitude only comes from people who’ve been ground down by the system.”
Dearg snorted. “You’ll have your turn yet.”
“Not likely,” Ben replied. “I’m studying art. I’ll be a hippy forever!”
“Ugh, I could practically hear the flounce from here.”
“Why were you asking my age?”
“Check your messages.”
Ben looked down at the text bar scrolling on the bottom of his page. They always used voice chat, so they never really used the text box, but there was a link sitting there. Curious, he clicked on it, waiting as it took him outside the game and loaded a new page.
Ben felt his mouth dry up as a photo loaded, one taken in a dark room, the lighting off as it came from the fluorescent glow of a computer screen. It showed up the dark circles under his eyes, the skin pale from more than just the game itself, but also the red hair, the sharp, bright eyes.
“Now, do I really look beaten down?”
Ben’s eyes roamed over the image as Dearg’s words filtered through his headset. Ok, sure, Dearg looked tired, but he also looked like he could cut down everyone in his path.
“That bad?”
“What? No, no, I was just…”
“Game’s up. Get your ass back in here.”
Ben licked dry lips as he tabbed through his screens, clicking accept on the new arena challenge. His heart was beating too hard in his chest, he couldn’t parse that image with Dearg’s voice drifting with false laziness through his head set.
“Ready?”
Ben looked down at his hands resting over the keyboard, fingers already in place. His eyes darted away from the screen as he considered Dearg’s photo.
“Yeah, I guess.”
fic
I deleted the ask but this is for @demideerling
who asked for gingerdarkpilot or whatever if called. I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for but maybe I’ll do a little follow up.*
Poe had been called into General Hux’s office. It wasn’t the first time. The general often called him in when Lord Ren was away. Apparently he needed something on the side when his lover was absent.
It was always a quick, dirty fuck and nothing ever left Hux’s office. Hux was ready for him every time Poe was requested. He showed little emotion and the only way Poe knew he was satisfying the general is that he was still being called back.
However, when Poe was granted access to the office he was met with a different sight.
Ren was there.
He was sitting in Hux’s chair and Hux was nestle in his lap. Neither of them were paying attention to Poe; Hux was cooing over the Knight, stroking his face and murmuring things Poe couldn’t hear. Ren’s arms wrapped possessively around Hux, glowering a little less than usual.
Then Ren looked up and the colour drained from Poe’s face.
Ren knew.
“Commander Dameron,” Hux said, startling Poe out of his internal panic. “Do sit. We have much to discuss.”
Poe didn’t move. He eyed the way Ren tensed when Hux shifted. His brows pulled down and his grip tightened. Hux leant back against Ren’s chest and tilted his head to kiss Ren’s chin. “Darling, I’m just sitting up.”
Ren allowed this but kept a protective arm around Hux. His gaze snapped back to Poe, eyes cold. Poe shivered.
“I said sit, Dameron,” Hux repeated.
Poe did as he was told. He’d never been very good at that but he knew the stakes right now. They weren’t good.
Ren said something in Hux’s ear, just low enough that Poe could only make out his name. He knew Ren could have used the Force to communicate–or something along those lines. But he didn’t. He wanted to set Poe on edge. He was playing games.
Poe should have seen this coming.
“It’s come to my attention that you’ve been having fun with my lover,” Ren said, voice low and sharp, even without his helmet. He tilted his head in his signature way, eyes narrowing. “Do you deny it, Commander Dameron?”
“Ah. No. No, I don’t deny it. Let me explain how–”
“There’s no need.”
“Uh?”
“Commander, I don’t care who my lover fucks. If he wants to opens his legs to those beneath him I have to objection. Judgement, perhaps.” Ren received an elbow to his ribs and in retaliation, squeezed Hux’s waist. “I know he’s mine and he’ll always belong to me.”
Ren grew distracted, it appeared. He ducked his head to nip at Hux’s ear, purring deep in his chest.
“What Ren means to say is that he can hardly get mad when he’s chasing down all the young, pretty officers.” Hux smirked at Poe, as if they were in on the joke. “He likes fucking them because they all think he’s a sex god.”
“I am,” Ren said lowly. “Among other things.”
“Of course.”
“I still come back and make you scream night after night.”
“You’re gifted with a large prick. That doesn’t mean you’re gifted when it actually comes to sex.”
“So,” Poe began, wincing when their eyes snapped back to him, “if you didn’t bring me here to, well, you know, kill me for sleeping with the General… then why am I here?”
Ren still ignored him, moving to Hux’s neck and teasing him with nips and licks and wet kisses. Hux just tilted his head to the side, wearing an almost amused expression. “Ren was generous enough to consider inviting you to play with us.”
“I…”
“Won’t that be fun, Dameron? Ren can show you just how I like to be fucked… maybe you can have a turn to.”
“Fucking you or having him fuck me?”
“Both if you’re that eager.”
Ren lifted his head enough to murmur, “Look at that, he’s already considering it.” His hand slid down between Hux’s legs, cupping the General through his trousers. Hux exhaled quietly, blinking slowly.
Poe looked away.
“Dameron, we don’t have all day,” Hux said.
“He thinks it’s a trick,” Ren said. “He has so little faith in us.”
“Shame… it could have been great.”
“Wait,” Poe said, sitting up straighter. “I haven’t said no. Not yet. I’m just weighing my options. I need to think about–”
“Yes or not, pilot.”
“Yes.”
Hux and Kylo shared a look, both smirking, both cunning. “Excellent,” Hux said, mostly to Kylo. “Now, do come here and show Ren what a wonderful mouth you have.”
submission by @mcrgussy: lottie i am petrified to submit this to you
Kylo doesn’t realize that he’s doing it at first.
Well, he realizes that he’s doing something, but that “something,” in his mind, reads as “being a good boyfriend.” The way that Hux seems to relax around him, the lines around his eyes and mouth smoothing out; the easy way that he molds to Kylo’s touch – it’s very intimate. Romantic, even, if Kylo were the kind of person to believe in such one-dimensional, Force-unaffected perceptions of love.
“Force-unaffected.” Funny that that should be said.
It’s when Kylo is on his knees, between Hux’s spread legs, running his palms across the meat of Hux’s inner thighs, lightly dusted with hair so fine that it looks more gold than orange, that he finally realizes it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says. “You should let me suck your cock.”
“I’m so beautiful,” Hux echoes back at him, voice airy and almost sweet. “I should let you suck my cock.”
Kylo pulls away from Hux so quickly that he ends up losing his balance and falling spread-eagle onto the floor of his bedroom.
–
He’s apologetic, perhaps even guilty. Hux knows that, because when he surfaces, Kylo has punched a hole in the wall. A literal hole. No light saber use required.
“You’re going to break your hand doing that,” Hux tells him evenly. “And I don’t particularly feel like shipping you off to the medbay. I happen to like your hands and what they’re capable of, you know.”
“I’m sorry,” Ren says. His voice sounds like it’s physically stuck in his throat. “I didn’t – fuck. Fuck! I didn’t even realize that I was doing it!”
“Doing what?” Hux asks, a little less evenly. He was enjoying the sensation of Kylo’s big, warm hands on him, and he’s incredibly confused as to why Kylo has suddenly stopped.
“I was using the Force on you,” Kylo says, sounding more horrified with himself than Hux thinks he really should. After all, Kylo has used the Force plenty of times on plenty of people in plenty of contexts.
“…And I’m supposed to be upset?” Hux asks after a moment of heavy silence. “Ren, I’ve seen you use the Force a thousand times at this point. Are you telling me that you’re even capable of controlling it in the first place? I just sort of assumed, from how you talk about it, that the Force is simply…there, always.”
“It is,” Kylo says. He’s not even looking Hux in the eye, which feels vaguely insulting, but Hux excuses it. He’s clearly going through some sort of emotional turmoil related to the arcane, mystic powers that he’s been imbued with. Again. “But I was using it on you, specifically. Unintentionally. I thought – ” He breaks off with a bitter laugh. “I thought maybe you were so relaxed around me because you like me.”
“Ren – Kylo, dear,” Hux says as gently as he can muster so as not to spook him, “we’ve been dating for well over a year now. I do like you. In fact, you may be surprised to learn that I even love you.”
“But how can I know that I wasn’t…influencing you to feel that way about me? That I’m not influencing you right now?”
“Concentrate very hard on not using the Force,” Hux suggests, “and tell me to do something.”
Ren tips his head back and sighs. “Um, shit, let me think. You’re…going to slap me.”
“I’m not going to slap you,” Hux informs him, “but maybe you should have went with a command that seems less appealing, currently.” He glances at the clock above the doorway and sighs. “If you’re quite finished experiencing your moral crisis, come to bed. I have to be on the bridge in six hours. We can talk about this later.”
–
As it turns out, talking about it later consists simply of Hux pulling Kylo into a bruising kiss and only pulling back long enough to breathe, “Whatever you’ve been doing has felt incredible. This is me verbally and enthusiastically consenting to you continuing to do it,” before diving back in like Kylo’s mouth.
Kylo is caught a bit off-guard, but he begins envisioning a hand, anyway. His hand, actually, though misty, almost translucently, yet shot through with black. It feels a little less impersonal to be touching Hux’s mind with his hand.
In any other circumstance, Kylo would have assumed, and probably rightfully so, that Hux’s mind would be carefully guarded against any such intrusion, but his – what did he call it? “Verbal and enthusiastic consent”? – allows Kylo to slip in easily. Almost too easily – it feels slightly wet, even, as if Hux is consciously trying to ease the way for him. He focuses his energy on a specific memory, one that Hux must be calling to the forefront – Hux on his hands and knees, sheets fisted in between his fingers, gritting out little noises that sound almost pained, as if he’s never felt as much in his life as Kylo, behind him, fucking into him.
“You will tell me why you chose this memory,” Kylo says. It comes out a little too quiet for his liking, but Hux, face a nearly-blank canvas dotted only with little specks of warmth, smiles, anyway.
“I will tell you why I chose this memory,” Hux repeats back at him. “It’s the hardest you’ve ever made me come. I spent so long denying myself attraction to any man, and then to you specifically, and you were so careful at first, and I was so thankful, but once I had acclimated, indulged, I needed you to fuck me so hard that I’d bruise.”
And Kylo had thought that last night’s admittance that Hux enjoys his hands on him was blindingly honest. He clears his throat but can’t speak any louder when he says, “You will tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I will tell you what I want you to do to me,” Hux says. His eyes are glassy, a bit damp with tears. “You’re so much more gentle than I would have ever anticipated, and I love you for that, but I want so badly for you to use your strength on me – the raw passion of your mind, the overwhelming muscle of your body…”
Kylo, despite himself, grins. Hux is so articulate, poetic even, even when it comes to sex.
“Sometimes, when we’re on the bridge together, I want you to bend me over the side, in front of our crew, and make me take that fat cock. You don’t know what it does to me, knowing that you’re so fucking thick, hot and damp from the day’s exertion, and yet not being able to take it whenever I want it. I want you to pin me against a corridor wall and take just your cock out, pull my clothes just far enough underneath my ass to get at my hole, and rut between my cheeks until you come all over me. I’d be so furious that I’d be spitting because you wasted an orgasm on the small of my back instead of coming in my ass or mouth or on my face, but it’d make me so hot, too, knowing that, no matter how fiercely I want you, you have the power to deny me until you’re kind enough to indulge me. You’d make me tuck my leaking cock back into my clothes and walk back out onto the bridge like that, still wet with your come and still dripping with mine until I either will my erection away or come in my pants just from the friction of the cloth against my cock and the memory of you taking want you want.”
Okay, that was…less poetic, though no less articulate. His voice is an unsexy croak when he says, “You will tell me what you want me to do to you right now.”
“I will tell you want I want you to do to me right now.” Hux’s face is still a mask of comfortable apathy, but Kylo risks a look at his cock and visibly jolts when he sees it tenting Hux’s trousers. “I want you to make me come without touching me.”
He pushes his robes aside to get his own cock out and starts pumping. He’d been so enraptured by Hux’s words that he hadn’t realized how painfully hard he is. “You will get on your knees,” Kylo pants, “and – fuck, and – and you will come when I come on your face.”
“I will get on my knees,” Hux says, already sinking down, “and I will come when you come on my face.” He’s looking – though not really, his eyes unfocused and a million miles away – straight at Kylo’s cock, which is unnervingly hot but not the best idea if he doesn’t want to come in Hux’s eyes, and so Kylo uses the thumb of his free hand to urge Hux’s eyelids down and tilts his head up just so.
“You will tell me that you love me,” Kylo says. He feels centimeters away from coming.
“I will tell you that I love you,” Hux says. Kylo’s eyes watch the shape of his mouth as he says, “I love you.”
Kylo comes with a bitten-off shout, and his orgasm must loosen his hold on Hux’s mind, because, though he hadn’t commanded Hux to do so, Hux lets out a soft, high-pitched whimper as he comes in his pants.
Kylo kneels down in front of him, extracting himself gently from Hux’s mind until Hux surfaces again. He draws a finger through a streak of come on the high, regal arch of his cheekbone and rubs it between the pads. “All this power of me,” he tells Kylo, “and all you can think to do is come on my face. I would have gladly let you do that without practically hypnotizing me.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Kylo tells him, kissing him on the mouth before pulling back and licking another stripe of his come.
“You’re disgusting,” Hux says instead. He sounds almost unbearably fond. “And I do love you, Kylo. You don’t need to use the Force for me to tell you that.”
“What?” Ren’s stance is protective; the big bulk of him spread wide in the space between Brendol and the rest of the world.
“They shot Chumma.” Brendol chances something subtle: presses his weight forward, just hovering behind Ren, lets his arm brush Ren’s back. “The little alien. Hold on.”
Ren shifts enough to let Brendol through, but Brendol can feel him right behind as he quickly skirts the fallen enforcers to the far end of the bay: a hot resonance at his back and the smell of seared blood trailing.
Aware of His Own Halo by @badspacebabies
It seems my struggle with tablet continues so I decided to do the linework with pen and paper. This was the moment I absolutely fell in love with the fic when I read it for the first time. Protective Ren being a literal wall that protects Hux from the world, and Hux, even when physically hurt and distraught, still knows how to handle Ren almost instinctively?? I go back to the fic to read bits here and there and every time your characterization amazes me ❤
Tangible Assets
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2IvvgoR
by FruHallbera
From the Kyluxhardkinks prompt: Kylo and Hux are captured by a group that despised the first order and placed in a cell together. To humiliate them, their captures take their clothes leaving them completely naked in the cell. Kylo doesn’t give a fuck about being naked, but Hux is mortified, curled up in the corner with his knees to his chest. Kylo starts teasing him about being shy and this results in an angry naked make out session.
Pretty much what it says on the box.
Words: 1698, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: Star Wars – All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
- Rating: Explicit
- Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
- Categories: M/M
- Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren
- Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren
- Additional Tags: Nudity, Sex, Past Child Abuse, Smut, My First Smut
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2IvvgoR
A custom portrait of his Lordship himself.
Inspired by Some Strange and Unnerving Events by @longstoryshortikilledhim
this is simple and very straight forward – kylo/ben calls hux “baby” in bed and hux has never come so hard in his life. hux has never been called anything other than “hux” by his previous partners. hux gets off on it so hard that kylo just has to whisper “baby” at him in public, and he shudders and is rock hard in seconds. the setting can be anything.
this is incredibly saccharine and not at all sexy. also, let’s pretend that pavlov exists in space, okay?
–
Ren kisses his knuckles afterward and says, painfully gently, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
If Hux hadn’t already been flush with impotent humiliation, that would have been enough to send him hurtling off that precipice into a sea of mauve-on-ginger-pale-skin. It’s a very ugly color, his blush is, all bruise-purple against sallow skin and dully red hair, and it makes him glad that Ren doesn’t keep a mirror in his bedroom, until he turns away from him in a huff and catches a glimpse of himself – themselves – on the reflective surface of Ren’s durasteel chest of drawers.
“I’m not ashamed,” he says through the grit of his teeth.
Ren laughs; the sound isn’t unkind, and Hux can see the faintest suggestion of a sympathetic smile in the durasteel’s reflection, but Hux flushes deeper, anyway. “You don’t have to lie, here, with me,” he says. “I can feel how ashamed you are through the Force. It’s not a particularly useful effort.”
“I’m not going to lie here with you if you keep talking about it,” Hux says. He spits the word talking like the foulest of curses. It makes Ren smile even wider. He curves his body around Hux’s new position and kisses a little too wetly under his ear for Hux’s liking.
“Don’t sour the mood,” he chastises softly. “Baby.”
–
It’s a wonder at all that Ren wants to sleep with Hux. He’s not even slim in a particularly feminine way; at least then, Hux could rationalize Ren‘s attraction as settling for the closest thing to a woman that’d touch him – no, he’s thin with stress and soft around the middle with age and a poor excuse for a diet and exercise regime. Commanding his troops has sharpened his mind to a fine point, but it’s made him – mushy – around the edges, and he’s nothing at all like Ren, rippling muscle that makes him feel their difference in age and ability so keenly – though that makes him circle back to his awkward androgyny, too pinched around the mouth for full lips, a shade too strong in the brow but far too weak in the wrists –
“Hux, you know I’m gay,” Ren says around a mouthful of exotic mixed nuts. “Why would I want you to look like a woman? And thanks for your confidence in my sex appeal, by the way.”
“Stop reading my thoughts, you monster,” Hux says, too exhausted to sound irritated and too familiar with Ren to pretend that monster is anything but a term of endearment. “Stay in your own head for once.”
“It’s hard to when you’re thinking so loudly,” Ren says. He noisily crunches another handful of nuts.
“I’m going to run your trachea through with a blade if you don’t stop chewing so fucking loudly,” Hux threatens hollowly.
Ren wipes his hands off on the sheets – this is why they rarely spend the night together in Hux’s quarters – and leans over to kiss Hux. He tastes salty. It’s…not the worst thing Hux has ever tasted.
“You’re a monster,” he repeats, grabbing at Ren’s hands and bringing it to his mouth. “And an animal,” he adds, kissing the pads of all ten fingers until they taste a little less like salt and a little more like Ren.
“Your monster,” Ren says, almost solemnly. “Your animal.” He grabs Hux’s hands, this time, and kisses his knuckles. The implicit act of fealty is enough to have him beginning to harden in his sleep pants, though there’s a niggling Pavlovian response that has the fine hairs on his arms standing at attention.
“I won’t call you it if it genuinely makes you uncomfortable,” Ren
acquiesces. “And you have to know how deep my attraction to you runs. I’ll adhere to every rule you set in place for me if you’ll only continue warming my bed.”“Useless romantic,” Hux says, drawing him in for a kiss. “Sentimental idiot. You’re a child, ruled only by your emotions and impulses.” Each statement passes through Hux’s lips and into Ren’s cavernous mouth and echoes back at him.
“I thought you called me an animal before,” Ren says, kissing down the length of Hux’s neck, speaking into the hollow of his throat when he adds, “A soft-bellied beast.”
“Call me baby, again, you tremendous ass,” Hux sighs, the words drawn out from his chest as deeply and painfully as if it were his heart instead. “Why must you make me voice these things, as if you aren’t living inside my head already?”
“Baby,” Ren says, pressing a kiss to the concaving space under his breastbone. “Baby,” he says again, pressing a kiss, lower this time, to his navel. “Baby,” he says, again and again and again, into the places on Hux’s body where his nerves are the most sensitive, and then back into his mouth entirely, using the simple, soothing repetition of the twist of his wrist, wringing an orgasm out of him that feels so much that Hux, stupidly, begins to cry.
“Baby,” Ren says, rocking his still-clothed cock awkwardly into Hux’s stomach, “baby, don’t cry, it’s okay – “
“Ren,” Hux stresses through a lump in his throat the size of a planet, “I’m fine, just – come for me. Hold me afterward. Let me sleep in your arms.”
Ren’s hips grind almost painfully into him, and they stutter hard enough to knock the wind out of Hux when he adds, as nakedly fondly as he ever could and ever will, “My protector,” and pulls Ren hissing and whining in turns into an orgasm of his own.
–
“It truly is Pavlovian, what you’ve done to me,” Hux chides him as he rides his strong thigh in the middle of an empty conference room. “You call me – that, and it’s like all the blood in my body converges.”
“I don’t even need to use the Force,” Ren teases him, cupping his chin and drawing him in for a kiss. “Baby.”
If Hux comes immediately, well, blame psychology. Speaking frankly, it’s what got him into this mess in the first place.
A mess, Ren echoes in Hux’s head, as clear and loud and physically reverberating and joyous as a ringing bell. “And all the better for it, baby.”
Witch Kylo
This is the second pic for my collab with the lovely MagicandMalice!
Check out the fic The Witch and his Wendigo!!!!
(beware of the gore peeps!)This was sooooooo much fun! I love pastel witch Kylo <333
They’re Not Telling Us This – Chapter 1 – theweddingofthefoxes – Star Wars Sequel Trilogy [Archive of Our Own]
Grad student Hux starts listening to a conspiracy theory podcast that drives him completely bonkers – and he’s so argumentative that he absolutely has to start emailing the host, Kylo Ren, about how wrong he is. The fans start enjoying Kylo Ren reading Hux’s angry emails on the podcast, and they arrange for Hux to come meet the host himself. There is no possible way that they could see anything they like in one another. Right?
I’m in grading hell but I really wanted to post, so I’ve broken the story into chapters! Welcome to Conspiracy Podcast AU.
TechieHux 