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"Pin-up? Not today"

Sorry, Hux is very busy. All hope for Kylo.

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did someone say soft kylux

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you gotta be as gay as possible on the computer otherwise alan turing died for nothing

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You wrote about murder?? Murder is illegal?? You wrote about this dude killing someone and you didn’t even say ‘murder is bad’ at the start of the book, wht wtf, wtf is wrong with you? I can’t believe you condone murder, I can’t believe you’re pro murber, oh my fucking God don'ttalk to me when ou literally kill people, freak. I’m calling the cops, what the fuck, I’m shaking and crying.

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Hux: I want to hear those three little words.

Kylo: I love you.

Hux: That’s sweet, but try again.

Kylo, sighing: Fine. I will behave.

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Kylo rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to get into contact with Andrzej Mitaka. I was hoping you might care to inform me of where you evacuated him to last week if that isn’t too much to ask.”

Dopheld Mitaka glanced from his screen, having been working on the IT department’s timecard approvals. “Welcome back!” He had not seen him since before the starkiller incident.

“Thank you, Lieutenant. Some people certainly aren’t making my return to work easy on someone who has suffered such injury.” Kylo looked to Hux again. “Walk with me. You should have told me already what is going on with this simple task. Must I do everything?”

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Kylo was in an officers’ lounge watching one of his holosoaps when his datapad illuminated with more messages. He never really got a break, but he did have some tea while he caught up on the notifications.

‘Where did you evacuate Andrzej Mitaka? He isn’t answering any communication channels’ Their espionage division had texted. Oh yeah. He was supposed to have called them back. Ugh, he had enough to do. They really needed to rework who they would report to.

Kylo typed out a reply: Evacuate? From what?

‘???????? From Hosnian Prime????’

Oh.

Oh no.

Horror descended over him. No one could know he had forgotten all about their top spy working from there…

Minutes passed before he could settle on a reply. He sent back: ‘Right. I will get back to you on this.’

He’d been so busy with the girl and starkiller and… and he had completely forgotten…

Kylo left to find Hux. It was time to gaslight him.

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Usually if anyone was in the fitness center they left when Kylo walked in. Lieutenant Mitaka glanced over from a tread and slowed his stride to prepare to end his exercise.

“What are you reading?” Kylo asked while Mitaka bookmarked the app.

“A Halo book. Hello miss Rey!” said he before departing.

“Work out with me.” Kylo requested, coming to stand behind Rey. A hand fell to her hip.

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Jumping in her spot when she heard kylo behind her she turned around feeling his hand on her hip. “By the stars…” she sighed in relief. “Sure, but what brought on this?” She asked with a soft smile tilting her head to the side.

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Have a l<3vely day!

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@ofthestcrs

Kylo was in an officers’ lounge watching one of his holosoaps when his datapad illuminated with more messages. He never really got a break, but he did have some tea while he caught up on the notifications.

‘Where did you evacuate Andrzej Mitaka? He isn’t answering any communication channels’ Their espionage division had texted. Oh yeah. He was supposed to have called them back. Ugh, he had enough to do. They really needed to rework who they would report to.

Kylo typed out a reply: Evacuate? From what?

‘???????? From Hosnian Prime????’

Oh.

Oh no.

Horror descended over him. No one could know he had forgotten all about their top spy working from there…

Minutes passed before he could settle on a reply. He sent back: ‘Right. I will get back to you on this.’

He’d been so busy with the girl and starkiller and… and he had completely forgotten…

Kylo left to find Hux. It was time to gaslight him.

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It was certainly not out of wanting to impress her with his strength. That would be childish.

He smiled at the thought.

“It helps to have a partner. Or I may talk myself out of exercising today.” he explained. He tried to be consistent, but it was much easier to intend to work out every day than it was to actually do so. It did however help his mental… challenges.

“Work out with me.” Kylo requested, coming to stand behind Rey. A hand fell to her hip.

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Jumping in her spot when she heard kylo behind her she turned around feeling his hand on her hip. “By the stars…” she sighed in relief. “Sure, but what brought on this?” She asked with a soft smile tilting her head to the side.

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KYLO (muttering): I bet Grandfather never had to deal with this kind of short-sighted bureaucracy... HUX: Mmhm. Keep going, I'm sure you'll be very comfortable on the couch tonight.

This funny little tidbit was inspired by @wisekrakenwise putting together Lego 'Darth Vader's Meditation Chamber' this afternoon. And we went 'of course Kylo would want one of those!'

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“That’s all? Hardly! I know what you really wanted. Why you’re so focused in on that. You wanted him to kill me, didn’t you? It would get his attention off you, would be great justice for my share of the blame for starkiller… I would have gotten so much more of the punishment, which really makes you the coward. He would have taken more out on me, killed me even, because he would expect me to survive longer, just to torment me until his hatred of me convinces him to end it… But you… you have different value. Different strengths and knowledge. Knowledge of military life and strategy he can’t afford to lose.”

There was no coming back from the failure of Starkiller Base. He should have died with it if only so he wouldn’t have had to face anyone ever again. The greatest of his wounds weren’t to his face or shoulder or abdomen but to his pride. Where there once had been strength instead lived the shame he could not cope with and an accumulation of exhaustion.

Maybe he should have said something to Hux before he had left. Anything at all. But he couldn’t find any words valuable enough. None that could change anything.

He hadn’t even wanted to commit mass genocide.

So what did he want?

“Another margarita. Extra shot. And could I get more salsa?”

He drank half the shot and dumped the remainder into the next drink.

He didn’t know what to do with his life now. He was sure Snoke would show up any day now and murder him. Likewise, if any republicans found him they would want him dead too. For now this random planet was fine. It was mostly independent, neither favoring the new republic nor the first order and not having enough resources to be of much interest to either. No one here would recognize him as Ben or as Kylo, so although he couldn’t sleep, he could breathe. For now. But the credits were dwindling. He would need to figure out something soon that was a plan that went a little further than drinking margaritas near the average hotel he’d been staying in with hopes of being treating as an average person instead of a war criminal or a prince.

He missed Armitage. Perhaps the worst of everything was he would never see him again and would never know his kiss.

Fuck my life.

@askarmitagehux

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In his panicked flurry of feelings he had forgotten his holopad! He turned, dashing toward it in a fashion not at all becoming of a dark lord, while speeding the retrieval along with a pull through the Force.

“What do you mean do you WANT to?! I thought you liked my cooking!” he replied, desperate to get her mind off the mystery.

“Hello sissy” (Rey, somethingxgreater)

Of all the things he expected someone to call him this was certainly not one of them. So his brain broke, just for a moment as he stared at her, trying to make some sense out of this greeting.

Until he threw the data pad he was holding into a wall. Too close to her head.

“Would you care to REPHRASE THAT?” Did this girl live to annoy him? Did she crave death? After all he’d done for her?

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After a peaceful few years, I am back to being obsessed with my space bitches

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“What?” Another spike in anxiety had his head filling hot and heavy. “Nothing! I don’t know! I haven’t slept in three days, so not even I know what I’m talking about so certainly you wouldn’t either! And this headache! Don’t be unkind. Today is not the day to get on my nerves. I don’t know, I wouldn’t overthink it, who knows what I’m talking about… not me.”

He needed to get them out of this hallway on the latest military base that served as a central location as they figured out reorganizing the first order.

“I was just on my way back to my quarters, why don’t you come with me.” he said, walking off and expecting her to follow.

“Hello sissy” (Rey, somethingxgreater)

Of all the things he expected someone to call him this was certainly not one of them. So his brain broke, just for a moment as he stared at her, trying to make some sense out of this greeting.

Until he threw the data pad he was holding into a wall. Too close to her head.

“Would you care to REPHRASE THAT?” Did this girl live to annoy him? Did she crave death? After all he’d done for her?

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Constant fear… that was the norm for him. Fear and anger. “Being on the run isn’t about enjoying it…”

Kylo looked away as he thought on his question, wanting to answer honestly. “I could never imagine you even considering choosing me over the Order. It’s always been your life’s purpose. And I can’t compare to that. You would be better off without me. Without all the problems I bring you. I’m meant to be alone. To suffer.”

There was no coming back from the failure of Starkiller Base. He should have died with it if only so he wouldn’t have had to face anyone ever again. The greatest of his wounds weren’t to his face or shoulder or abdomen but to his pride. Where there once had been strength instead lived the shame he could not cope with and an accumulation of exhaustion.

Maybe he should have said something to Hux before he had left. Anything at all. But he couldn’t find any words valuable enough. None that could change anything.

He hadn’t even wanted to commit mass genocide.

So what did he want?

“Another margarita. Extra shot. And could I get more salsa?”

He drank half the shot and dumped the remainder into the next drink.

He didn’t know what to do with his life now. He was sure Snoke would show up any day now and murder him. Likewise, if any republicans found him they would want him dead too. For now this random planet was fine. It was mostly independent, neither favoring the new republic nor the first order and not having enough resources to be of much interest to either. No one here would recognize him as Ben or as Kylo, so although he couldn’t sleep, he could breathe. For now. But the credits were dwindling. He would need to figure out something soon that was a plan that went a little further than drinking margaritas near the average hotel he’d been staying in with hopes of being treating as an average person instead of a war criminal or a prince.

He missed Armitage. Perhaps the worst of everything was he would never see him again and would never know his kiss.

Fuck my life.

@askarmitagehux

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