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mypoisonedvine · 11 months
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𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 || general armitage hux x reader series
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || you didn't care for the arrogant General from the moment he set foot on your planet, but the only way to protect it was to agree to a political marriage. the last thing you ever imagined was becoming a military leader's wife, but that may prove to be only the first of many surprises that come with being married to Armitage Hux.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || eventual smut (18+), enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, angst, age gap, religious themes, totally canon divergent
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"I was born on Arkanis, if you must know."
"Did your friends back on Arkanis call you Armie?  Or Huxie?  Ooh, wait!  They called you Mitch, right?" you grinned.
He had that tense frown on again, that one that really brought out the weasel-like quality of his features. 
"Oh," you sighed a bit, "you didn't have friends, did you?"
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...
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tomatette · 2 months
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My little fanfic appreciation project - inspired by this glorious gif set by the immensely talented @reputayswift - all the fic featured here are linked below. Permission to use the text excerpts was given by the respective author(s). There are so many amazing fics for this ship it was really hard to pick only eight of them. Who knows, maybe I'll make more in the future. The fabulous art in the last gif you see was created by @littleststarfighter who kindly gave me permission to use her art in my gifs and edits. Thank you so much, Lucy! Tell me your favorite fic, and I might check them out :) Stargazer @nerdherderette [Rating: Teen and up - Words: 5,145 - Status: Complete] Siren Song @scaryfriend [Rating: Teen and up - Words: 15,044 - Status: WIP] Flyboys @gefionne [Rating: Explicit - Words: 301,442 - Status: Complete] i can see through you (see to the real you) @kyluxtrashcompactor [Rating: Explicit - Words: 77,179 - Status: WIP] all that you love will be carried away @ceruleancynic [Rating: Teen and up - Words: 32,163 (Series: 156,107) - Status: Complete] A Disappearance at Danvers @starkillersbae @eighthchiharu [Rating: Mature - Words: 51,877 - Status: Complete] First Order Hotline @onewhositswiththeturtles [Rating: Explicit - Words: 19,943 - Status: Complete] Dirty Laundry @jaynesilver [Rating: Explicit - Words: 5,840 - Status: Complete] Red Excels the Crimson @dragonflies-draw-flame [Rating: Explicit - Words: 4,611 - Status: Complete]
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itssteffnow · 5 months
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I'm a huge fan of @ironsoulmaker fic Para Bellum so when they commissioned me to draw a comic page for one of the chapters I couldn't believe my luck xD and oh boy, if you haven't read it yet, you definitely missed something!
(Also if you want, look up who's dog tag Hux is holding)
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mischievouscarnivore · 7 months
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Medieval au + kylux
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kyluxtrashpit · 7 months
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It’s finally time for the finale of Under Construction! And with it I have this absolutely stunning piece I commissioned from @xylavie, who did a fantastic job and set the scene so very well. Once again, I highly recommend full sizing to see it in its full glory. Check out this scene and much more in THE FINAL CHAPTER (doesn’t feel real, does it lmao) here:
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moonlightshaiku · 9 months
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Kissing Hux
In everything Hux does he goes for the jugular, and kissing is no different.
He loves giving special attention to your neck, so much so, that you have to be on guard lest anything is left in his wake.
He's less sweet and more "begrudgingly and tiredly affectionate", so anything that's sweet and/or soft is probably prior to caf or in the name of comfort.
He usually kisses close-mouthed. Biting occasionally, but he'll never use his tongue unless his partner initiates.
He'll hold on to your face or shoulders in a stern grip, pressing his body to yours. Hux runs rather cold, but due to his uniform layers, is warm to the touch. His neck is always warm and ruddy, hands cold and pale.
As soon as Hux steps out of the shuttle, hair mussed, he's in front of you. It's night, and the hangar is relatively empty, so he gathers your face in his hands.
Kylo climbs out of the shuttle behind him, ragged and dirt-covered, mask off. He rolls his eyes, boots clicking on the ground as he steps away from you both, giving you privacy.
As soon as Kylo is out of sight, Hux breathes. "Maker." He presses a kiss to your jaw, then to the corner of your lips.
You interrupt the inevitable, "I missed you," with your lips, and he reciprocates eagerly. He pulls himself closer to you as you kiss, he smells like sweat and his cologne. He's a bit too warm, you wonder why.
Once he's pressed firmly to you, he grabs your hair, pulling your head back slowly. He presses a kiss to your neck over your uniform, breath hot on the underside of your chin.
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ica-cheung · 1 year
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The Puss & The Big Bad Wolf
POV: I was watching Puss in Boots and this was what going on in my head.
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girl-next-door-writes · 4 months
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Across The Universe
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Characters: Armitage Hux x reader
Summary: In the freezing temperatures of Starkiller Base, Armitage Hux finds warmth in the most surprising place.
Word Count: 1087 word
Prompt: Mutual pining, putting your head on their shoulder. “I’ll keep you warm.”
A/N: This is the sixth of my Build-A-Festive-Fics so thank you to the utterly brilliant @ourstaturestouchtheskies who put these prompts together for my absolute favourite ginger General.  
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On the coldest night of the year within the icy confines of the Starkiller Base, General Armitage Hux was relentlessly pacing through the corridors. His mind, a battleground of duty and the persistent pressure to deliver tangible results, left little room for distractions. The crisp scent of pine hung in the air, accompanied by the delicate strains of festive music echoing through the base. While the galaxy reveled in winter festivals. It had not escaped him what time of year it was, how many winter festivals were being celebrated across the galaxy, but he did not have time for such frivolity, he had responsibilities.
Armitage continued his pacing, the resounding echo of his boots a solitary cadence in the deserted corridors of the Base. The stark, cold environment seamlessly mirrored his demeanor as he wrestled with the weight of his duties. A background of white noise enveloped him, made up of the faint hum of machinery and sporadic echoes of troopers engaged in their duties, and Armitage fought this unsettling feeling that lingered deep within him – the sense that something was missing.
As he continued to allow his feet to guide him, memories of his childhood surfaced – memories of biting winds that heralded the shift from rain to snow had always seemed somehow enchanting, as if they were about to usher in some sort of magic. Of winters on Arkanis where the bitter cold was harsh, but his father expectations were harsher. Armitage shook off the wistful nostalgia that threatened to envelop him, resolute in reminding himself that sentimentality had no place within the rigid confines of the First Order.
Coming to a halt by a vast viewport, Hux directed his gaze towards the frigid expanse of the base, where snow-draped plains stretched endlessly, reaching as far as the eye could discern. The stark beauty of the frozen world served as an unyielding reminder of the formidable might wielded by the First Order. However, it also mirrored the profound isolation he experienced—a leader shouldering the formidable burden of command.
The festive music wafting through the halls caught his attention once more, possibly because it was a stark contrast to the seriousness of his surroundings. Someone, perhaps trying to inject a bit of holiday cheer into the atmosphere, had decided to celebrate despite the grim circumstances. Hux scowled at the thought, finding it distracting, somebody would be getting a reprimand for such behaviour.
He couldn't afford to be distracted, none of them could. The Starkiller Base was a weapon of unimaginable destruction, and its success was paramount. This project was Hux's magnum opus, a testament to his leadership within the First Order. Its success would prove his father wrong, that Armitage was worth more than just infantry fodder. The Resistance posed a threat, and every decision he made carried consequences for the entire galaxy. Duty, not merriment, was his priority. It had to be.
You had been wandering the base, your mind restless for reasons you couldn’t discern. Abruptly, your steps ceased as the imposing figure of your General materialized, his silhouette etched against the unforgiving evening sky. You had always admired the man–his resolute determination and steadfast commitment to the First Order were both intimidating and commendable. Yet, beneath the icy and calculated exterior, you sensed a vulnerability that was intriguing. The enigmatic interplay of strength and vulnerability within the General drew you closer until you stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking out over the landscape.
“General Hux,” you greeted, your voice soft and calm.
"Officer," Hux acknowledged, inclining his head slightly. His gaze flickered to you, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second as he fought to compose himself. Recently, he had found being in your presence… challenging.
The two of you stood in silence for a moment, both gazing out at the vast expanse of snow-covered terrain. The chill in the air seemed to intensify, and Hux couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down his spine, although he was not certain that was due to the temperature rather than your proximity.
"Cold, isn't it?" you remarked, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
Hux nodded, "Indeed." Internally, he berated himself for such a mundane response. Was he truly going to engage in small talk about the weather?
A subtle smile graced your lips, your features softening in the gentle glow of the evening. "Sometimes, it's okay to take a moment for yourself, General. You are allowed to have fun, on occasion."
Raising an eyebrow, Hux's usual stern expression softened as he regarded you briefly before straightening and returning his focus to the snowy panorama. "I have no time for frivolities."
“You might be surprised, General. Sometimes, it is the moments we least expect that bring us the most joy. Even you deserve a little respite from the unwavering duty.” You said softly, your arm brushing against his.
Armitage was taken aback by your proximity, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he found himself inexplicably drawn to your warmth, his shoulders relaxing as if his entire body had released a great breath. His leather clad fingers brushed against the back of yours in a bold move he was uncertain of.
A small smile played on his lips as he felt your fingers slip between his, a silent admission that his advances were welcomed. He was about to say something more when he sensed your head gently resting on his shoulder. Suddenly, he felt like that small boy back on Arkanis, smiling at the shifting of the harsh winds, eagerly awaiting the magic that promised to blow into his life.
Another shiver ran through his body, and this time he was certain it had nothing to do with the drop in temperature.
"I'll keep you warm, General," you whispered so softly Hux was not entirely certain you had spoken.
For a fleeting moment, Hux's typically rigid demeanor wavered, and he permitted himself to relish the unexpected comfort. The two of you stood side by side in companionable silence, simply observing the delicate descent of snowflakes. In that hushed interlude, amid the cold and the chaos, General Armitage Hux unearthed a warmth that, he seemed to have been searching for his entire life.
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sidedoorside · 10 months
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I thought I'd take a break from drawing nsfw pics, so I decided to illustrate the adventures of Millicent the Loth-cat, Hux's pet guardian from @notlikelybutpossible awesome fic 'Miss Missing You'.
It's an exciting, cute, funny, and moving story about searching, finding, understanding, and learning to live again, this time together.
I wholly recommend this fic. It's a great read!
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mortisal · 1 year
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So I drew this a while ago and I was too nervous to share it but.... the Kylux fandom seems really nice so I wanna say thanks to them anyway I can for all the happiness they give me with their efforts ;_;
This is actually this specific scene from this fic by @jaynesilver because boy, it just ripped my little heart in two.
“Why not?” Ren moves across to Hux, kneeling in front of him. “Hux...I don't want five days. I want...” He gulps with mighty force. “I want every day.” Ren's eyes are chrome with reflected tears in the firelight, like little bits cut out of metal. “Ren...” Hux chokes back his own tears. “We aren't the people that get every day.” Ren's tears do spill, now, fracturing mirrors running down his cheeks. “I want to be.” “I know you do,” Hux says, his own tears slicing hot paths down his face. “I wish we were.” Ren crumples, sobs around Hux's knees, arms thrown in Hux's lap. “Please, Hux...say it. Say...say that you love me,” he begs. He tilts his face back up to Hux, his eyes wild. “I'm being torn apart." "I know," Hux whispers. "But it will only hurt us both more if I do."
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buffshipper8490 · 3 months
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Rating Mature
Chapter Summary
General Leia Organa asks old ally Lando Calrissian to use his connections to help the Resistance...
Excerpt:
On the bridge of the Skywalker, Leia Organa looked out into the black expanse of space.
So much had gone wrong in so little time.
The message had dropped. They’d lost contact with Finn and Rose. Not to mention Poe, Chewie, and Rey. As she searched the Force for answers, she sensed overwhelming sadness and anger there.
Distantly, she heard Connix’s voice breaking through the fog. “General?”
“General?” came Connix’s voice again, Leia finally turning to face her. “We’ve been at the rendezvous for hours. I think this is all that’s coming.”
Leia’s shoulders slumped and she let out a heavy sigh.
A few freighters and a handful of glorified pirates, that’s all General Leia Organa could command from the galaxy these days.
In the dark days since Crait, they’d learned that the First Order had been pursuing their sympathizers, restricting and blockading communications, cutting off supply lines, capturing or even assassinating allies. In short, no one had answered the call from Crait because very few had even heard it.
Leia had spent the past almost two years reestablishing contact with old allies, calling in favors, recruiting everyone sympathetic to their cause. She sent two of her best on a suicide mission in the heart of enemy territory to put out a message through a peice of ancient hardware that they didn’t even know would still work on the off-chance that the galaxy would finally hear them.
And once again, her pleas fell on deaf ears. All these years, all this time. All for nothing.
Leia felt herself go back to that dark day on Crait. She’d thought the spark of hope had died. She remembered sitting down in the old rebel outpost, exhausted, out of options, while the First Order deployed a siege cannon that would make short work of the armored hangar doors. They were all going to die, and the Resistance with them.
And then her brother had appeared. Luke had distracted the First Order long enough for them all to escape, and their small remnant had survived to carry on the fight.
And carry on the fight she still would.
She turned to Connix, her mind made up. “Prepare an Imperial shuttle. I’ll need valid code clearance.”
“But we’re lightyears from—” Seeing the look on Leia’s face, Connix cut off abruptly. “Yes, General.”
Leia watched her scurry away, chuckling to herself. Well, at least she could still scare the young ones.
But her good humor was short-lived, Leia sighing a second later as she removed the General’s bars from her vest. Maybe Rose would want them. She collected them, after all. That is, if she was still alive.
Leia had a long cloak draped over the back of a chair for the excursion ahead.
She put it on and pulled the hood up over her hair, hiding her distinctive Alderaanean braids from view.
"Leia,” came a familiar voice, that was neither inside her head nor without. The voice belonging to the man who inspired the name of the ship she was standing in.
"I was just thinking about you." Leia responded, like it was just a part of an ongoing conversation. Which, she supposed, it was. It just so happened that one of the parties was dead.
"He's in pain," Luke Skywalker said, voice grave. He was always so damn grave these days. Sometimes she missed the optimistic farm boy he’d once been.
“I feel it, too," Leia replied. Her son was always in pain, and it tore her apart inside.
Suddenly, she felt her brother’s presence next to her, as real and vibrant as when he’d been alive. She turned to face his slightly glowing form.
“If he succeeds in bringing back the Sith, he’ll become more powerful than our father,” warned Luke.
“So will she,” countered Leia. "She's gotten so much stronger already."
Luke waved her off. “She feels too much. Love. Anger."
“Don’t we all?” Leia shot back, her temper flaring. "Even the high and mighty Luke Skywalker himself was not immune to the base emotions that afflict us mere mortals."
Luke gave her a pointed look. “This is why the Jedi live in isolation. The pain of loss only leads to the Dark Side."
“I’ve lost everything and everyone," Leia declared, stone-faced. "And I’d still choose to love.”
She looked at her brother, his familiar face. Let herself miss him for the first time in ages. It was dangerous territory. Her grief was deep and thick and tangled, honed over years and losses and all too easy to lose herself in if she let it.
But today wouldn’t be that day. There was a war to win and a galaxy to save, and she wouldn’t rest until she’d done every last thing in her power to bring about a victory.
Luke was watching her, a look of sadness on his face that mirrored her own. Twins.
“Trust her instincts,” implored Leia. “She may not follow the path of the Jedi, but this time, she’s our only hope.”
New fanfic link! Likes ❤️ and Reblogs 🔁 are much appreciated!
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tomatette · 4 months
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It's @thekyluxsecretsanta time!!! I am so excited that I can finally show you your gift @dirtbag-linecook-kyloren. Well ... actually ... Actually, I have 2 gifts for you.
This one's a little moodboard for the amazing fic 2800 FT (I was so happy that I got to make something for it!), that I suggest you all go read immediately, because it's fantastic!!
The other gift ... Well, wait and see ;)
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itssteffnow · 1 year
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"Something spins out between them in the tranquility of the morning forest, and Hux does not dare move to break it, feeling it like a delicate crystal cup perched on the edge of a high table over a stone floor."
@jaynesilver commissioned me to draw this scene from their Kylux fic Negative Pressure! ✨ Thank you so much for your trust!
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xylavie · 7 months
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Two fem!Hux art commishes I did for Nordremo on twitter! Made back in 2020.
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kyluxtrashpit · 9 months
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And this week’s chapter of Under Construction comes with an absolutely GORGEOUS art piece I commissioned from @klodwig, which is just stunning and a perfect representation of the scene it shows. I also highly recommend full sizing to see it in its full glory. Check out the context of it in chapter 2 here:
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gingerpilotbay · 5 months
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Here's the MASTERLIST for 2023's GingerPilot Week! Please check out all of these stories and art, and leave a comment or (at least) a like for all of our creators! Thank you so much to all of you who have participated!
If you did something for GPW that's missing, please let us know!
Days 1 till 7:
Fanfiction:
Left in a Lyft by bigamma (AO3)
A New Hope by Stens_McHenry (AO3)
Art (for days 1, 4, and 6):
Art for Gingerpilot Week by @drio-r-xiamar
Day 1:
Fanfiction:
Shower Stranger by DibsOnHiddleston (AO3)
In Exile by MaudeZbornak (AO3)
The Spy Who Saved Me by Lilbaebloo (AO3)
The Devil's Ball by Saklani (AO3)
HR: First Order Edition by UtopiaPlanitia (AO3)
Lucky Star by Deviantstars (AO3)
"Oh no, he's hot!" by @not-so-allegiant-general
Fanart:
'Oh no, he's hot.' by @flydinom
Secret by @itssteffnow (twitter)
Day 2:
Fanfiction:
In Sync by MaudeZbornak (AO3)
In the Name of Duty by Deviantstars (AO3)
All Of You by Saklani (AO3)
Food/Drink by @not-so-allegiant-general
Fanart:
Post-Canon by @hiersinddrachen
Day 3:
Fanfiction:
In Disguise by MaudeZbornak (AO3)
Secret Relationship by @not-so-allegiant-general
Fanart:
Little Red Riding Hux by @hiersinddrachen
Pre-Canon by @cassettoicecream
Day 4:
Fanfiction:
In Decision by MaudeZbornak (AO3)
Full Posterior by UtopiaPlanitia (AO3)
Post-canon by @not-so-allegiant-general
Fanart:
Post-canon by @itssteffnow (twitter)
Day 5:
Fanfiction:
In Reckoning by MaudeZbornak (AO3)
Moving in Time with You by Lilbaebloo (AO3)
Coffee Shop AU! by @not-so-allegiant-general
Day 6:
Fanfiction:
In Secure by MaudeZbornak (AO3)
adopting a pet by @not-so-allegiant-general
Day 7:
Fanfiction:
In Love by MaudeZbornak (AO3)
Captured by @not-so-allegiant-general
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