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Scars and First Kiss kylux

It’s been a strange path to victory, but to his own surprise, they’d made it. Hux had never imagined they’d see this day. Not once in all his years as the captain of this team did he think they’d have this trophy. Nor did he think that he would have this chance.

They’re sitting on the grass behind the shower block, just the two of them, staring out over the university rugby pitch. The rest of the team has fucked off to the pub, the groundskeeper threw Kylo the keys and now… they’re alone.

Hux isn’t entirely certain why they’re alone. He has his hopes certainly- his heart is hammering fit to crawl out of his chest in the name of hope- but he isn’t certain. Has he ever been certain of anything?

Beside him Kylo is messing with his vape pen looking glorious in the rare May sunshine wearing nothing but his shorts. He’s covered in mud, his shirt vanished god knows where at the end of the match, his boots and socks tucked up next to him with incongruous neatness, and he looks fucking amazing.

It feels distressingly nonchalant, like Kylo is inviting Hux to look but he’s trying a little too hard. Is Kylo just as nervous?

The silence has gone on too long.

Hux looks around for a conversation starter and finds his eyes going where they shouldn’t.

“How did you get that scar?” he asks, pointing to Kylo’s calf.

“Fencing.”

“I thought they put covers on the rapiers?”

Kylo looks confused for a moment before he laughs. “No, wire fencing, we climbed it when we were breaking into Glastonbury.”

“Oh.” Hux has never done anything that exciting but now one question has been answered he feels bolder and points to Kylo’s thigh. “And that one?”

“Car repair,” Kylo says before he points to his side, “hunting accident, my uncle shot me,” then his ribs, “kicked in a scrum,” then to his shoulder, “archery experiment gone wrong,” then his neck, “grease fire,” then his cheek, “actual sword fight,” then he pointed to his lower lip, “this is the worst one though.”

Hux peers at Kylo’s face. “I don’t see anything.”

“Look closer.”

Hux leans in and shakes his head.

“Closer.”

Hux shifts forward, his eyes focused on Kylo’s lower lip and so he doesn’t notice the other man move until he’s already being kissed. It’s warm and eager and a bit too sloppy but isn’t that Kylo in a nut shell? It’s a perfect first kiss. Hux wishes he’d tried it earlier…

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Tropes 14 and 27, Kylux please!

14. Bodyguard AU & 27. Sick/Injured Fic [Whenever I see this I think of the Whitney Houston movie, but I’ll resist]

Hux is a partner in one of the largest engineering firms in Europe, Kylo is the CEO’s former bodyguard. Now that Mr Snoke has become a recluse he has no need for streetwise muscle, so Kylo has been left on retainer for a while. 

One morning his leisurely post-workout breakfast is interrupted by a call from Hux’ personal assistant Dopheld. Hux is due to fly to Australia in a few hours and need Kylo to go with him as a bodyguard. This is odd on a number of counts- Hux has never had a bodyguard, has always insisted he doesn’t need one, and also Hux hates Kylo’s guts. Which is a shame because Kylo is a little bit obsessed with that uptight bastard and his perfect tiny butt.

It’s only when Kylo rocks up to the First Class lounge that he finds out why he’s been summoned for what looks like the worst job of his life. Hux broke his ankle over the weekend (“he won’t tell you why,” whispers Dopheld, “but he fell over his cat.”), the break was pinned, and Hux was given strong painkillers. Unfortunately he wasn’t told not to take his usual pre-flight tranquiliser.

Hux is high as a kite and it’s Kylo’s job to get him to Australia without incident. 

Even in his worst nightmare’s Kylo didn’t expect ‘incident’ to include Hux trying to get naked more than once, climbing in his lap, confessing is love and then bribing an air hostess ten thousand dollars to have the pilot propose on his behalf. Snoke is going to kill him because Kylo was so surprised at the last part that he said ‘yes’.

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Hmmmmm Kylux 50 and 98!

50. Arranged Marriage & 98. Curses

When Princess Leia had her only son - a year after leading her people to retake the kingdoms stolen by the evil sorcerer - the Royal household tried their best to avoid the traditional ceremonies of welcome for the new baby. So many of the sorcerer’s supporters still lurked in the mountains, and he had employed such dark magicks that they feared a curse would be placed upon the little Prince.

And they were right to fear.

During the celebration of his first Life Day word came that an shadowy figure had laid down the following curse - ‘Ben Solo will never know true love’s touch’. 

Many in the court despaired at this awful news, but others found amusement in it, because the sorcerer’s servants were closer than the Royal family would ever suspect. One of them, a wicked man named Brendol Hux offered to intercede with the new threat, but only if the Princess agreed to abandon her throne. She refused, certain that leaving her people defenceless would be the greater of two evils. It was a hard decision but better one child suffer than an entire nation.

Seeing this, Brendol offered a second deal in private - the betrothal of the prince to his own son. If the prince was never to know love anyway, why not marry him off for the promise that his associates, the First Order, would make no move against her lands for as long as Ben Solo lived. 

Leia refused and sent the Prince to live with her brother in a warrior monastery. The stated aim was to train the next defender of the realm, but she felt sure that training in the traditionally celibate ways of the Jedi would ready her son for a life without love. It seemed like the kindest choice.

She didn’t expect anyone to tell the world that she was the daughter of the sorcerer’s most terrifying enforcer. She didn’t expect her brother to try to kill her son for the ‘darkness’ in his heart. She didn’t expect Ben to vanish without a trace.

Kylo Ren found the First Order, unaware that the being who had led him there was the one who had cursed him and brought such fear to the land. He also found the man he’d almost been married to in the name of peace. He was told of the decision his mother had made, to condemn him to a life without love for the sake of her throne.

Although Ben Solo was now dead, and Kylo Ren knew love in the arms of his almost-betrothed, forgiveness was not in his nature. The prince would bring his fury back to his mother’s lands and not even the puppeteers who’d once sought to control them would survive.

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“The day would be a lot less boring if you learned how to sit still.”

Rainy Day Starters 

“The day would be a lot less boring if you learned how to sit still.” Kylo muttered as bare feet padded across the floor in front of his mat for the twelfth time in the last five minutes. 

Kylo kept his eyes shut but he could tell by the change to Hux’ gait that he was carrying something heavy this time. 

“I’m not bored,” Hux replied lightly, his voice fading as he moved further into the apartment. “Besides, that makes no sense.”

A tap began to run in the bathroom. It sounded loud enough to be the tub filling up. Good, maybe Hux would take a bath and leave him in peace. 

Kylo took a deep breath, centred himself, and tried to sink back into his meditation. Instead of inner calm his treacherous brain presented an image of Hux lounging soapy and naked in the tub.

“For fucks sake.”

“What?” Hux was back, walking between him and the window again. The light outside was already pretty dim due to the persistent drizzle, but the constant flicker as Hux passed by was maddening. 

“I’m trying to meditate.”

“So? I’m not stopping you.”

“You really are.” Kylo gave in and opened his eyes to find Hux standing over him with an amused look and his hands full of potted plants. “What are you doing?”

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“Rains smells so different in the city.” & kylux

Hux had booked this holiday six months ago on a whim, eager to spend an unexpected new years bonus on a treat for his boyfriend. They’d been together for two years now but Hux worked so much overtime that they’d never managed to take a vacation. They deserved a break. Well, he deserved a break and he deserved a chance to have Kylo all to himself away from his band for a week or two. 

When he’d been choosing the destination for their holiday he’d considered all the usual suspects- Mykonos, Ibiza, Grand Canaria- but the price and his own horribly pale skin had put him off. He was far too ginger for the beach, and at the age of 34 he was feeling far too old to be partying all night.

So Hux had settled on a nice walking holiday in the Peak District. It might be July but the English weather was always terrible, so he’d been expecting them to spend the whole two weeks huddled together in the cottage to escape the inevitable rain. 

Of course there’d be a fucking heat wave. Wasn’t that just Hux’ luck all over? 

It hadn’t rained since May; the countryside was alternately scorched yellow or literally on fire; Kylo had suddenly discovered a previously unrealised passion for hiking that had Hux trailing after him everyday for miles further than they intended; and to top it all off Hux had developed an allergy to sunscreen. The holiday was a disaster.

At least the cottage was far enough from the fires that the smoke was vague haze on the horizon rather than an actual threat, and Kylo gave great massages when they eventually made it back to their bed, but at the end of the first week Hux was still tired, sunburnt and sore in places he’d never even thought about before. 

So he sat at the end of their lovely soft bed, glaring at his hiking boots as if he could cause them to combust through hatred alone. Hux couldn’t bear the thought of putting anything on his aching feet, let alone the stiff heavy boots that were almost certainly half a size too small. The footwear however didn’t care about his discomfort and remained frustratingly unburnt.

“Hey, Hux? Are you ready yet?” 

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-Flips loudly through book- & Kylux

A few years ago Hux would have considered this scenario to be as close to heaven on earth as any mortal man could get- an isolated but well built cottage; a roaring fire; a storm rumbling around the hills outside; a mug of cocoa; his favourite book; a gorgeous man to warm his bed. What more could he possibly want? 

Thirty-year-old-still-a-virgin Armitage Hux would be losing his mind at the prospect of having all of that at his fingertips. 

Unfortunately, thirty-four-year-old-fucked-out-and-in-need-of-a-rest Armitage Hux was losing his mind precisely because one of those elements was right at his fingertips. Habits built over decades of living alone were not coping well with constant proximity to Kylo Ren. 

Which wasn’t to say that he didn’t like Kylo. In fact Hux was beginning to suspect he might even love really like Kylo, but they’d never spent more than a weekend together. Those times had been split between exploring the city and fucking like rabbits. They’d been in this cottage for a week now, and it had rained too heavily for them to go much further than the village at the end of the lane.

Kylo was starting to get on Hux’ nerves. Both figuratively and literally. The man apparently didn’t have a human refractory period. Hux would probably never walk quite the same again. 

“217, 218, 219… 220… hurgh!” The beam spanning the ceiling creaked dramatically as Kylo switched hands and began another set of one-armed pull ups. 

Hux loudly flipped the page of his book. 

“Ah chapter two! It’s only taken me half an hour to get here!” He muttered to himself. 

“221, don’t worry,” Kylo said soothingly. “222, I read slow, 223, too… two? Fuck…” 

“You’re on 224,” Hux sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his book in despair. “I am not a slow reader, you just aren’t letting me read. Can’t you do that somewhere else?”

“227, you picked, 228, the million year old, 229, house built for, 230, hobbits… 231, this is the only place, 232, my knees don’t, 233, touch the ground.”

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Kylux: 85. Innocent Physical Contact + 86. I Didn't Mean to Turn You On

It had been, Hux thought to himself later, quite possibly the most humiliating thing that had ever happened in his entire life. 

And also the one thing he most wanted to repeat. If he could find a way to do so without arousing suspicion or risking his life…

The morning had been an ordinary one- half an hours callisthenics, a short shower, shave and dress, then go to breakfast. Of course as an officer Hux rated the privilege of eating in his quarters, but he also knew that an occasional appearance in the mess could help morale, so away he went. 

Sadly Kylo Ren had clearly had the same idea. Which was a ludicrous concept considering the man refused to take his mask off. At best all Ren ever did was skulk around for five minutes terrifying everyone and then walk out with a tray piled high with all the best muffins. 

That was unacceptably rude. Hux had chosen to ignore him.

The unexpected serving of nerf strips had certainly helped in that regard. Real meat was such a rarity in the fleet- even for the officers- that Hux had been happy to focus on the food rather than his co-commander.

At least, until he got too enthusiastic, and tried to eat a lump of meat too quickly. 

The food lodged in his throat. 

He couldn’t cough it up or swallow it down. 

He couldn’t breathe.

His vision was going dark.

Someone slapped him square between the shoulder blades- the first human contact he’d had in five fucking years and it happened while he was choking to death. 

The only effect the slap had on his was to awaken some tiny part of his psyche with masochistic tendencies and very bad timing. Right then he’d thought that dying with a semi would be the ultimate humiliation. 

Unfortunately for Hux the situation had immediately gotten worse. 

Whoever had hit him realised that their first attempt had failed and dragged Hux into a powerful bear hug in an attempt to squeeze the meat out of him. Which was a terrible turn of phrase that he’d never forgive his brain for thinking. 

Not that his brain could think with a pair of huge muscular arms around his waist, a wonderfully sculpted chest against his back, and a very sizeable package nestled against his arse. The embrace was the stuff of his most intimate dreams and of course it was happening in front of a quarter of his command staff. 

The figure behind him had jerked him up, massive fists clenched beneath his rib cage as the strangers muscles flexed against his frame and all Hux could think about was how good the situation would feel without clothes in the way.

He had been fucking dying and all his brain could focus on was a vague approximation of being dry humped. If he could execute body parts for betraying him then his brain would be second on the list after his treacherous genitals. 

Of course, he hadn’t died. The strange manoeuvre had worked and the half chewed nerf meat had flown clear of his airways at last, but not before his body had embarrassed him with a most inappropriate reaction. 

Which had become even more inappropriate when Hux had turned to thank his saviour with a flustered blush only to find himself staring into the mask of Kylo bloody Ren. 

Hux had been so horrified that he’d fled the room without even thanking him. 

It was only now, locked in his quarters at the end of his shift- with a raging hard on and the door chime ringing incessantly- that he realised Kylo had had the same physically reaction. Either than or he’d been keeping his lightsaber in his pocket. 

Perhaps that was why Kylo was outside right now, seemingly desperate to get in. 

Either that or Kylo was here to kill Hux for the insult of running away.

Hux eyed the door and wondered if the solution really good be as simple as asking Kylo to fuck him, or whether he should fake choking again… just in case.

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“Let’s go for a walk in the rain.” Techie to Matt

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Would you do 7. "I thought you loved me"? (Mitaka saying this to Hux)

There’s something about the cold blue of the holo projection that reminds Dopheld of the myths of his home world. Armitage had always laughed whenever Dopheld mentioned those beloved childhood tales, but for a man who’d live too long in space and without the joys of a loving family he’d always listened most intently.

He wonders if Armitage is remembering those myths now- all the tales of beloveds stolen by monsters and innocence nobly given for the benefit of the rest. Is that why he is doing this?

Or perhaps that’s just wishful thinking on Dopheld’s part. Perhaps Armitage actually wants this and is trying to spare his feelings. After all, who wouldn’t want that instead of a lowly Lieutenant?

Does it really matter any more?

The Supremacy is stable, but unsalvageable. The Finalizer is engaged in a supply run that puts thousands of light years between them. Even if Armitage did want to be rescued and Dopheld could formulate a plan, there’s no way he would ever be able to put it into action.

“Dopheld? Did you hear me? Please don’t make me say it again.”

Armitage shifts uncomfortably within the frame of the projection. The sight makes Dopheld feel sick to his stomach. The robe he bought for him all those years ago has slipped from his skinny shoulders to reveal a dark band of bruises circling his neck. Dopheld knows those all too well- his own still haven’t healed yet.

“You’re leaving me,” Dopheld repeats in a tone that feels mechanical to the point of cruelty. He hasn’t the strength to show his true feelings- if he opens that valve now it’ll never close again. “You’re leaving me for the Supreme Leader… I thought you loved me.”

“I’m doing this because I love you,” Armitage says so quickly he trips over the syllables.

His eyes dart around the room as if looking for intruders in his own private quarters, but finding nothing but possessions boxed ready for the evacuation he leans forward to continue.

“Kylo doesn’t trust me,” he whispers, “he’s keeping me alive only because I’m valuable to Order and he wants me close enough that I can’t conspire against him…”

“He knows you well then,” Dopheld snaps. It’s unkind but they both know how the older Hux met his end. “I don’t see why…”

“You do see. You’re a smart man Dopheld, you know he’ll view you as a threat if we continue even a long distance relationship.” Armitage sighs. He suddenly looks twenty years past his age. “If I forget you he’ll have no reason to kill you.”

But I’ll have another reason to kill him, replied some tiny suicidal part of Dopheld’s brain but it was overruled before the words could reach his tongue.

“You think I’d rather be living with the thought of him fucking you than simply be dead? You really think that’s better?” Dopheld asks instead, already hating himself when Armitage flinches.

“It’s better for me. Dead men cannot hold an opinion, only the living who made them so. If you live because I’ve done this then that’s one less wasted life on my hands.” Armitage says quietly, gazing at his hands as he speaks.

Dopheld wants to ask what difference his blood can make to the billion stains from the Hosnian system, but he knows his General doesn’t see it that way. He’s thinking of the fall of Starkiller Base.

“Besides,” Armitage goes on with a grim smile, “the man’s a touch starved virgin. He can barely handle the excitement of linking pinky fingers. He’ll probably throw me out of an air lock before he ever gets up the courage to fuck me. Perhaps I can be like that girl from your mother’s stories and find away to delay him every night…”

He sighs again and looks up at Dopheld with eyes that look waterlogged but resigned. His voice is pitched so low Dopheld wonders if he is just imagining his words. “It doesn’t matter. Personal discomfort doesn’t matter. I love you. I won’t let you die because I was too weak to step in harms way.”

Abruptly his Armitage gives way to the cold exterior of General Hux and Dopheld knows then that all is lost.

“I won’t be speaking to you again, Lieutenant Mitaka, but I hope you have a long life, and a happy one.”

“Good luck, General, I wish that you and your betrothed have a marriage as blessed as it deserves to be.” Dopheld doesn’t even bother to keep the bitterness from his voice.

The holo disconnects before he finishes the last word.

If Armitage expects him to trundle on without him for the rest of his life then he has sorely underestimated the depth of Dopheld’s feelings.

He’s going to find away to end Kylo Ren if it’s the last thing he does.

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64 and 66 Kylux Everything you touch is gold have a good day!!

64. Star Crossed Lovers & 66. It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies  

The affair had had all the makings of a great tragic love story - two young men from rival factions; a chance encounter in a seedy spaceport; years of stolen moments in rented rooms. He’d planned to write a book about it one day - published under a false name of course, and with all the other players thinly veiled by pseudonyms of there own - but he’d never expected it to last. In fact Major Armitage Hux had rather hoped it wouldn’t. A tragic love story deserved a spectacular ending. 

Unfortunately his partner in this story hadn’t gotten the memo on that. Not yet at least.

Ben Solo was an fascinating person with many great qualities. Thanks to the combined gifts of the Force, impressive muscles, a larger than average cock, and a near pathological need for approval, the sex was the best Hux had ever experienced. And… there were probably other interesting things about him too… Hux couldn’t remember them right now but surely he had other things in his favour…

The problem was that Ben was just too intense. He felt everything too much, while Armitage had probably only experienced three emotions in his lifetime and he’d come to the opinion that feelings were overrated. 

When, after a satisfying long weekend of marathon sex in a rundown motel on a horrible desert planet, Ben had declared his love for Hux, Hux had expected his prepared speech to be effective.

All his speeches were effective, everyone in the First Order said so, and he’d years to perfect this speech. He’d even managed to generate some fake tears, though that might have been the result of 72 hours of being very thoroughly fucked. 

He’d touched on all the major points necessary for a truly legendary tragic tale of star crossed lovers - Ben’s religious devotions, Armitage’s loyalty to the Order, Ben’s mother’s political position, their economic and social divides, the impossibility of the Resistance ever making peace with the First Order. It had been a masterwork. It wasn’t Ben who was the problem, but it was everything else in Ben’s life.

It should have worked. Ben should have cried inconsolably for a few hours, they’d have had one last spectacular fuck, and then they’d never see one another again. Instead Ben had stormed out. Which would have been enough, not quite as satisfying as the original idea but close. Sadly Hux wasn’t that lucky.

Now he was trapped in a stolen shuttle with Ben dressed in singed, blood stained robes claiming to have changed his name to Kylo and demanding to be taken to Armitage’s boss so he could defect, all in the name of making their starcrossed love a reality. 

A love that Armitage didn’t share, but of course, since Ben had just singlehandedly destroyed an entire Jedi temple this probably wasn’t the best time to bring that up.

There’d be a time to talk about that later. Maybe a few decades from now…

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