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[fictionescapism]

Fanfic Rec #138 Kylo Ren/Armitage Hux (Star Wars)

They're Not Telling Us This by theweddingofthefoxes 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?

(Restricted) Kneading by betts Hux's new roommate has boundary issues.

Doctor's Orders by JinxedAmbitions Hux may have too much on his plate.  He's a successful surgeon.  He runs the volunteer clinic his late mother started from the ground up.  His father is constantly scrutinizing his work even though Hux is more successful than he ever was.  His clinic is constantly under attacks whether by politicians with an agenda or fanatics looking to shut him down.  It seems like everyone wants a piece of him. The last thing he needs is Kylo Ren constantly taking up space in his waiting room for every imagined illness he can come up with.  Hux isn't sure if he hasn't been loved enough or he's got one hell of a doctor kink, and he doesn't particularly care to find out.  However, Ren might just be the answer to some of Hux's biggest headaches. The question is whether Ren is more trouble than he's worth.  The answer is most certainly yes, but against his better judgment Hux lets him keep coming back.

Hotline Bling by minzimpression Hux wants a dick pic from his recent hook-up. Unfortunately, he texts the wrong number.

Ride Or Die by slutpunk Phasma had asked him to do her a favor: stay behind and let Rey’s cousin know that Phasma was taking her on a movie date and would be bringing her home in a couple of hours. Hux hadn’t been able to say no. He is a gentleman after all. It helps, of course, that Rey’s cousin is fucking stacked. Six feet, two inches of broad shoulders and hard muscles covered up under layers of black leather, face always hidden by a black riding helmet. The first time Hux saw him it was like every porn, every wet dream, every fantasy he’d ever had come to real life.

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[solohux]

Do you have any recs for fics with a jealous hux?

I certainly do! Here, my darling:

Watch it! by in_flux (In_flux) Royal advisor Hux grows more and more jealous from watching his prince fuck someone else. Kylo is unaware of his audience.

My Name Only by need_more_meta It's always Rey this, Rey that. Hux is done.

If You Don't Want Me, Just Tell Me by Pinkflcyd Hux sees Kylo being very friendly with one of the lady stormtroopers. He isn't a very happy boy about it.

a confluence of dreams and nightmare by TheSpaceCoyote An off-handed comment made by Allegiant General Pryde spurs Hux to try again when it comes to his fractured relationship with the Supreme Leader.

not on my watch by TheSpaceCoyote Now that Kylo has stopped wearing his helmet on the bridge, he's getting more attention from some of the omega officers. Hux does not approve.

Me Or It (One Of Us Has To Go) by Magicandmalice “Do you mind?” Hux snapped when the door to his private quarters was torn open. His quiet evening off, on one of his very rare rest days, obviously coming to an end when the black robed menace stomped in.

Young Master by theweddingofthefoxes Hux has always felt underlying jealousy of the Knights of Ren. When he falls ill, he learns where they came from, and finds that there is more to the story -- and less to be jealous of -- than he expected.

Fugue by OfDarknessAndLight The events of 'The Last Jedi' leave General Armitage Hux and Supreme Leader Kylo Ren on shaky ground, as they enter their new roles. With the remnant of the Resistance on the run, they must work together, or risk losing everything they have worked for. But when Hux calls Ren's loyalties into question, things begin to spiral out of control, setting the two headstrong leaders on a collision course that neither could have seen coming. In the end, will the truth be the force that binds them together, or drives them apart?

Fires of the Sun by DarkCellar Kylo Ren feels as though his relationship with General Hux is on secure footing. He loves him and would do anything for him, and he knows the redhead feels the same way about him. But one day, during a failed attempt by a Captain to seduce Ren into a kiss, Hux's hidden insecurities concerning their relationship come rushing to the forefront. The easily-obsessed Hux goes out of his way to show affection to his love, both in private ----and, unfortunately, in public.

never been loved before by silas_solveig Kylo and Hux start a sex relationship, but Hux is falling hard for Kylo...

Haunted by orangelightsaber During his nightly security check Hux catches sight of a familiar-looking apparition in Ren's quarters. He makes it his duty to investigate the matter fully. Or: Kylo decides holoporn just isn't enough. A Kylux hard kinks fill.

#kylux #fic rec #enjoy!!

[cosleia]

You decide what it would specifically be, but I want one where Hux gets to decide how Kylo will do it

The Deaths of Allegiant General Pryde, Part I: Special Consideration

(Content warnings: choking, asphyxiation, a bit of graphic violence/gore at the end)

“I’ve seen your mind, Allegiant General,” Kylo Ren said lowly, his voice dark and terrifying through his newly repaired mask. In Ren’s Force-hold, Enric Pryde tried not to struggle and failed, limbs shaking and body twitching as his airway constricted further and further.

Enric had never considered himself capable of desperation. He was strong. Controlled. Steadfast, like his ship. And Kylo Ren had never frightened him; Enric had always known what he was, how he fit into the plan. He was a mere pawn, to be used and then sacrificed for the glory of the Empire.

Despite all this, when Enric answered Ren, his voice sounded wild, frightened, too high in pitch. “I have only ever been loyal—” he tried to say, but Ren cut him off with a sharp tightening of his fist.

“To Emperor Palpatine. Darth Sidious. Not to the First Order. Not to me.”

Spots floated in the periphery of Enric’s vision, and the scene before him—Supreme Leader Kylo Ren standing with his arm outstretched, hand clenched as he crushed Enric’s throat—began to fade, to go black. Distantly, Enric registered a sickening crunching sound as he felt his windpipe collapse.

“Not yet.” The voice floated into Enric’s consciousness, haughty and indulgent and wrong. He shouldn’t be hearing that voice, but he couldn’t remember why.

Suddenly Enric’s airway popped open, and the vise-like invisible grip was no longer suspending him above the floor of the throne room. He fell, landing hard on his knees and then collapsing forward, sucking in air as best he could through his rattling throat. His vision slowly started to return; he could make out the toes of Ren’s boots on the ice-blue carpeting in front of him as the Supreme Leader stepped closer.

He had thought it strange that Ren had summoned him to the Supremacy, had been surprised to see that it was being repaired and recommissioned instead of scuttled as he’d originally been told. And he hadn’t expected to be brought by the Knights of Ren to Snoke’s old throne room. This was a stage for a performance that was over now. There was no use for any of it; the puppet’s strings had been cut. But a new stage had been set: no curtains blocked the giant viewports, and the carpet leading from the lift to the throne had been replaced, and there was more technology here now, consoles and holoprojectors and what looked like a workbench. The throne was changed, too. Whereas Snoke’s throne had been somewhat modeled after Palpatine’s on Exegol, jutting up in the shape of a beheaded isosceles triangle, this throne was lower, wider, with a reclined back, and when he’d entered Kylo Ren had been sprawled there, leaning his helmeted head on one hand.

“When?” Ren asked now, sounding impatient. Enric blinked slowly, tried to raise his head, but he found that he could not move. He was being pressed into the floor by the same energy that had strangled him. He tried to shift and he couldn’t, tried to take a deeper breath and found his lungs couldn’t expand past a certain point. His chest was so tight it hurt; his heart felt heavier than a stone.

“We must make certain he knows why first,” that familiar voice said again, and now that Enric could breathe again he recognized it instantly. General Hux, the disgraced commander of the lost Finalizer and Starkiller Base. That was why it had felt wrong. There was no reason for someone of such low status to be here, in a meeting between the highest-ranking general of the Final Order and the Supreme Leader of the First Order, no matter how meaningless the latter title was.

A distorted chuckle sounded from Ren’s vocoder. “He thinks you low status, even now. And he thinks the title of ‘Supreme Leader’ is meaningless.”

Enric could feel his own heartbeat pounding in his wrists and neck. His breath quickened. He was in danger. He had to survive this, had to see Palpatine take the throne that ruled the galaxy once again. “I mean no disrespect,” he managed to whisper.

Swift footsteps marched close, one, two, three, and then something pointed—the toe of a boot—drove into Enric’s side. The pain was sharp and shocking and Enric let out a gasping whimper. “Of course you mean disrespect,” he heard General Hux say as he came around to stand next to Ren. “You have never respected either of us.”

“And so you’ll kill me?” Enric forced out. “You’ll kill the emperor’s right-hand man, one of your greatest allies, because I hurt your feelings?”

“That is reason enough,” Hux said, ignoring the insult. “However, you might have remained useful for a time. If only you hadn’t decided to kill me.”

At that, Enric’s body was in the air again, and he could finally see the two of them, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren in his mask and what Enric now realized was a new costume of sweeping black robes, and General Hux—except that wasn’t a general’s uniform, that was something else, white and crisp and edged in gold, and there was a circlet resting in Hux’s bright red hair.

“You were the spy,” Enric blurted, confused and outraged. “A traitor.”

“You’re the traitor,” Ren growled, and the hairs at the back of Enric’s neck stood up.

“He’s right, though, Ren,” Hux said. “I was the spy.”

Ren sighed, which through his mask sounded like electrical failure, and Enric couldn’t hold back a hysterical giggle. Then Ren let go of him again, turning toward Hux, and Enric crumpled painfully to the floor.

“I’m sorry,” Ren said, the words piercing the dim veil of pain and shocking Enric’s eyes wide. “How many times do I have to say it?”

“It doesn’t count when you have that bucket on,” Hux said.

Ren sighed again, then removed his helmet, tossing his head so that his hair shook out.

“There,” Hux said, sounding nauseatingly pleased. He stepped close to Ren, far closer than propriety allowed. “Now, what was that?”

A smile—a smile!—pulled at the corner of Ren’s mouth. He tipped his head even closer to Hux, so that their noses practically touched, and gazed into his eyes. “I’m sorry, Armitage,” he said, so soft Enric could barely hear. “I took you for granted. I didn’t listen to you. I hurt you, and I drove you away. I love you. I need you. I’m sorry.”

Hux’s face went red. “Yes. Well. Good,” he stammered, and if Enric weren’t lying broken on the floor at his feet, it might have been gratifying to see him so flustered. When Hux put his arms around Ren’s neck and kissed him solidly on the mouth, though, all Enric could do was fight down bile. “I love you too,” Hux murmured breathlessly. Then he said, “You can kill him now.”

Freezing panic sluiced through Enric’s veins. Ren’s smile broadened. “Any requests?” he asked.

Hux let out a thoughtful hmm. “A friend of Brendol’s deserves special consideration. We don’t have any of those beetles, unfortunately, but perhaps something similar. Could you pull him apart? Slowly?”

“I could do that,” Ren said. He kissed Hux again. They kissed for so long Enric considered trying to crawl for the door, but as soon as the thought came to him Ren’s hand shot out and fixed him in place with the Force. “Shall we?” Ren asked, and he put his other hand at the small of Hux’s back and they moved to the throne together, like they were a single unit, like—

Enric had underestimated them. He saw it now, too late. Together, they were too powerful.

He should have killed Hux.

“He still thinks he should have killed you,” Ren crooned, settling back into the throne and pulling Hux into his lap. “Fool.”

Hux draped his arms around Ren’s shoulders and turned at the waist to look at Enric, lying in a pathetic heap below the throne. “He's so eager for his punishment,” Hux said. “Let’s not keep the man waiting.”

Smirking, Ren raised his hand toward Enric once again, and Enric shuddered in horror and then in agony as skin and tendons and bone and cartilage and veins and organs and all the other bits and pieces that made him a whole being began to separate, to break away from each other—as he was slowly, inexorably, torturously disassembled.

Allegiant General Enric Pryde’s last thought as he lay screaming at the feet of the new rulers of the galaxy was that he didn’t understand how any of this had happened.

Then he knew nothing but blinding, infinite pain.

And after that, he knew nothing at all.

~

Send your request for Pryde’s manner of death to my ask!

Also posted to The Deaths of Allegiant General Pryde series on AO3.

If you enjoyed this, you may also like my The Deaths of Supreme Leader Snoke series.

#star wars #kylux #enric pryde #my writing #the deaths of allegiant general pryde #violence #gore #revenge #theweddingofthefoxes

[moonwalkingcrab]

I wish you would write a fic where Techie saves Matt's life!

I almost did once! It was gonna be a story where Matt was taken by the Resistance (who thought he was the lost Ben Solo) so he would have to disguise himself as Hux in order to save him. I didn’t get very far with that one but the planning doc does exist amongst my many, many half-formed story ideas.

#asks #theweddingofthefoxes

[saltandlimes]

What's your favorite animal in theory, and your favorite animal to interact with in real life?

In theory my favorite animals are wolves and frogs, although I also adore ravens! In practice, I love interacting with dogs, cats, bunnies, snakes, owls, falcons... basically all animals possible except for rodents (which I am allergic to) and cockroaches, which I am horrified by.

[It’s Sleepover Saturday]

#sleepover saturday #awwwwwwww #theweddingofthefoxes

[kyluxtrashcompactor]

Happy birthday!!!! Your tat looks amazing!

Thank you!!!!!!! It hurt, lol. But I have vodka and a movie about a giant shark starring Jason Statham all is well.

#theweddingofthefoxes

[wittygaypuns]

21 and 22!

21. ideal date?

Hard to say, really; when I like someone doing anything with them is my favorite thing. I think I would love to go on a walk with someone I’m interested in through one of the nature preserves we have around here, though... And hopefully it would be someone who appreciates my enthusiasm for wildlife because I tend to want to teach people about things when I’m out and about. Or if it’s someone who doesn’t like being out like that, I love going to Dave and Busters (because beer and arcade games are the way to this nerdy butch’s heart)

22. favourite compliment from someone

I don’t like compliments most of the time. I have a hard time believing them because I have confidence problems, so when someone compliments my appearance I tend to just smile and change the subject. I prefer compliments that have to do with things I create, or my actions; I’m a fucking sucker for praise when I work or write or create things.

#theweddingofthefoxes

[kyluxcantina]

Flying in a jagged line

Please reblog with your response to the above prompt, or submit your response to the kylux cantina!

#kylux cantina #prompts #week 63 #theme: flight #theweddingofthefoxes

[sathinfection]

🌻

so there's a species of liver fluke where the male is so small that it lives in a crevise in the female's body for its life but sometimes the male will bond to another male and even though the fit isn't perfect, they will immediately reunite with each other if you separate them

#sath meme #theweddingofthefoxes

[cosleia]

"You can't be serious", gingerpilot?

“Of course I’m serious; this is where I belong.”

Poe drags a hand over his face, refocuses on Armitage, whose own face is carefully blank, and says slowly, “If you stay, you’ll die, and dying is the coward’s way out.”

Armitage breaks, just a little; he closes his eyes and says, “If I go with you, I’ll never be rid of you.”

“So you’ll get the punishment you deserve, right?” Poe jokes, but Armitage is shaking his head.

"If I go with you,” Armitage clarifies, “I’ll be happy,” and then they’ve arrived at the hangar, and there’s the Falcon, and Armitage is going to stay here, he’s going to die, and there’s nothing Poe can do about it.

#star wars #tros #five sentence ficlet #my writing #gingerpilot #heather answers prompts from two years ago #theweddingofthefoxes

[dykeredhood]

Happy birthday! I hope there are chungus-sized delights in store!

Thank you!!

#theweddingofthefoxes

[moonwalkingcrab]

What's a song you keep listening to lately?

In general, I don’t tend to seek out songs, just listen to whatever nonsense the brain-radio has decided to play that day. Today has mostly been Zara Larsson with Lush Life combined with a medley of Reel Big Fish.

#asks #theweddingofthefoxes

[huxibitionism]

⭐️

Thanks pal!

I’m a baker and I love my job. Probably not for the immediate reason that comes to mind (stuffing my face with delicious pastries often and in large quantities, though that is a fantastic perk), but because I work graveyard shift. Busses and streets are mostly empty which means a quiet commute, no customers which means zero homicidal rage, I’m pretty much my own boss, I get a LOT done when I’m alone, and I get to develop recipes.

So if any of you reading this ever have baking related questions, feel free to hit my inbox up or DM me. Heck, if you just want a tasty recipe I’ll happily hand them out.

#the jay speaks #memes #theweddingofthefoxes

[wittygaypuns]

Scarves, jeans, pies!

scarves - favourite item of clothing you own?

I’m not terribly attached to any of my clothing, so it would be a tossup; my binders, or the scarves my mother makes for me.

jeans - what kind of music do you listen to?Is it cliche to say all types? Like... this is my main playlist where I throw everything I may listen to. lmao

pies;

answered! 

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