#Hux/Ares/Hux

[trooperst-3v3]

Hux called me into his office today. Said he wanted to talk about my Roomba that disintegrates things.

I thought he was going to scold me, but he actually suggested I give it to AR-T13 the armorer to use as a prototype for future weapons. After all, what enemy would expect an ankle-height droid with a disintegration beam? They'd be focusing their energy on the stormtroopers in front of them and never notice the weapons moving around at their feet. Their army would be taken out before they knew what hit them.

I was like, "Um, absolutely not. My Little Roomba will not be used as a weapon. Why do we even need new weapons? It's not like we plan to go into battle anytime soon."

He said, "You never know! There are rumors we've been infiltrated by a Resistance spy. We should be prepared for conflict."

"Well, why don't we just give the combat troopers disintegrators?"

"We couldn't just start a battle by disintegrating everything in our path. It wouldn't be very sportsmanlike."

Sportsmanlike? Bruh. I will never understand war.

Also, "disintegrate" doesn't sound like a real word anymore.

[beskarinhyperspace]

A Ripple In Space

"What can I say, I’m an extreme individual.."

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6. Negotiations

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Kylo Ren x fem.reader

* angst, hurt/comfort, touch starved kylo, dubious consent

WC 3.7k 

Meanwhile Kylo was still on duty, taking a break in his office. His meetings were painfully boring and long. He wasn't even supposed to be there in the first place. Which made every one of them more bitter.  

Since leaving the Finalizer, his only desire was to get back home to you. Home.. For the first time in a very long time, Kylo was feeling a sense of belonging and going through his day was a challenge by itself. He was unable to keep you off his mind. The way you smelled, your skin, your lips, everything about you was intoxicating to him. You were all he could think about. He particularly liked the way you boss him around. Like he was not one of the most dangerous and feared man in the galaxy. He liked that you were not bending to him even when you were scared.  

It has been two days since he last saw you and somehow it felt like a lifetime. His mind kept drifting to the last night you spent together. His cock slowly pushing inside of you, stretching you open with a tit in his mouth. Urgh, he sighed deeply in frustration. He could already feel himself twitch as he became harder under his desk. What he hated most in all this was that he couldn't talk to you. 

I really need to fix that, he thought to himself before the com-link on his wrist beeped. 

*” Incoming, Supreme Leader” * 

“Listening trooper.” he replies. Quickly brushing his lustful thoughts away. 

*” Not sure if it's something worth mentioning but it’s about the girl.” * 

A pinching sensation crawls into his chest knowing exactly who he was referring to, “what about her?” 

*” Prisoner 226 is in medical. They are running tests on her.” * 

Kylo starts to panic imagining the worst, “what happened?” 

*” Unconfirmed, she's been unconscious for the past twelve hours sir.” * 

“Twelve hours??” His voice laced with rage. Closing his eyes, he tries to collect himself.  “Prepare my ship, now.” he ordered. 

*” Copy that.” * 

He puts on his helmet, rushing to the guard standing just outside his door. “Tell General Hux that I have an urgent matter. I don’t want to be bothered for the next forty eight hours.” 

The soldier simply nodded in agreement as Kylo clenched his fist going for his vessel. 

As he set the coordinates, his mind kept going back to you and the way your soft lips were saying his name. His real name. He hadn't heard it in years. He made sure to erase everything from his past and didn't want to be reminded of anything from it, but he knew he couldn't hide from you and truthfully, he didn't want to. 

Kissing you goodbye was difficult enough. Not only because he wished he had more time with you, but he also felt bad every time he left. As if he was leaving something important behind and didn’t want to let go. 

-- 

Arriving to the Finalizer, he landed quickly, rushing to the medical wing. He completely ignores the soldiers and the officers who were patrolling around. His heart hammered in his chest while he ran through the ship’s corridors. Finally, he reached the ship's clinic but started to panic when he saw no one else around. That was until he heard a voice coming from behind. 

“She's going to be fine.” The feminine voice reassured.  

He removed his helmet, turning around to look at the nurse, “what happened?”  

“Probably just a simple virus.” She replied plainly. 

Kylo’s eyebrow raised slightly, “a simple virus doesn't do this..” 

The woman’s face remained emotionless. “She was previously malnourished. Her body is still fragile and weaker against those types of viruses.” 

He clenched his jaw knowing it was partially his fault. “Can I see her?” he asked calmly even though he didn't like the way she was talking down on him. Plus, he didn’t have the time nor energy to argue with her.  

She simply twisted her lips and guided him to you. When he arrived at the room, his eyes were automatically drawn to a device on the side of the bed with pouches of liquids hanging from a hook on the wall. You were still asleep and plugged into maker knows what machine. As he approached, he noticed how faint your breathing was.  

He turned back to the nurse, “Is she stable?” he asked hurriedly. 

“Yes, it still might take a few days for her to be back on her feet—” 

“I'll take her to into my quarters. Prepare whatever she might need.” He cut her right off. He didn't want to leave you in this cold, lifeless place. He wanted you to be as comfortable as you possibly could. He hated seeing you in here. So small, so fragile, so vulnerable in the open. 

“She hasn't woken up once yet. I believe it would be best for her to stay here– “she stopped, and for some reason she was getting more tense than before. Sensing Kylo’s gazed intensely watching her. She took a deep breath before continuing, “What I meant to say, supreme leader, is she will be better taken care of here.”  

He nodded, “Then I'll stay.” His voice came out calm and soft. She watched him take a seat on a chair that was beside the bed before nodding herself and walked away. 

He took a moment just watching you asleep, tucked in your grey metal bed. His body was slowly coming down from the adrenaline, now knowing that you were safe. “You’re perfect.” He sighed, pushing the hair away from your face. His gloved fingertips delicately stoked your cheek, “You shouldn't be here. You wouldn't have gotten sick if you weren't here..” 

-- 

The first thing you noticed was the cold breeze on your bare legs and the thin fabric covering your frame. As you finally opened your eyes, you found yourself in a small white room. The air felt cold and more recycled than ever. Which made you shiver slightly as you regained consciousness.  

Turning your head slowly, you see Kylo asleep in an armchair that looked half a size too small for him next to you. His hair, unmistakably tousled from his helmet while his pink lips were slightly parted. 

As you lowered your eyes, you noticed a clip attached to your fingertip. Without hesitation you unclipped the device. Making the machine emit a rather loud beeping sound.  

Without missing a beat, Kylo shot his eyes open with a hand going for his lightsaber. Freezing himself in his movement, as he looked straight at you. “You're awake”, more like an observation than a question. 

You tried to speak but your throat felt dry. Making you choke slightly as you tried to talk.  

“Don't move, I’ll get you some water.” He rushed out as he quickly rose from his seat. 

‘Don't move’, you laughed to yourself. As if you could go anywhere. You can't help but notice how adorable he looked trying to help you. But your smile quickly fades as you sense something odd. As you look around, you start to panic. Where am I? Why am I here? You asked yourself, trying to figure out what happened, and then it hits you. He killed his father.. It was the last thing you heard before losing consciousness.  

As if knowing you were thinking of him, he come back with a smile on the corner of his lips. A smile? A happy smile? Walking around the ship with a smile? When was the last time you saw him do that? Did he ever do that? 

He came closer, giving you a half a cup of water, “Here, drink it. You'll feel better.” 

You drink it in silence. Making as little eye contact as possible. He didn’t seem to notice, until; “Are you hungry? I can ask the nurse for someth—” 

You stopped him, feeling slightly on edge, “No it's fine, I feel fine.” you replied sounding anything but fine. 

He frowned, his smile disappearing into a line. “What's the matter?” he asked cluelessly. 

You shake your head. Right now, was not the time. “No, there's nothing.” 

“C’mon sweetheart, we're past this. I’ve watched you for months. I think I would know when you have something on your mind.” he scoffed. Turning his head to the side, insulted that you’d take him for a fool. 

You sighed, taking a deep breath. There was no way around this. You had to be honest with him. “Is it true? About your father?” 

His jaw clenched before slowly moving his eyes back to you. “What is?”  

You felt the energy in the room shift. A lingering heaviness floating, but you had to ask. “D-Did you, kill him?”  

“Yes” he replied simply. His eyes watching you surprisingly unfazed. Your chest squeezed at his response. Cutting the air in your lungs. Noticing your reaction, Kylo got up from his chair again. “You should rest” he tells you softly. Not giving you a chance to stop him. You watched him leave in silence as he moved through the door, putting his helmet on. Feeling too drained and exhausted to stop him on his way out. 

- 

The next day you woke up feeling energized. The nurse surely knew how to make Liacynth tea. You felt almost brand new. After getting dressed, you start going back to your quarters and back to Kylo.  

Well, that was new. You would've expected him to lash out, yell or even destroy something. Instead, he just got up and left. I mean this man was more confusing every day. Unpredictable really. 

As you stepped inside the apartments, the doors automatically closes behind you. You stood in the entrance and glanced at the state of the place. Everything was trashed. Random broken pieces of glass were scattered on the floor. One of the kitchen chairs was undoubtedly thrown into the wall. Even the dining table was cut from the middle to its edge. Maybe you spoke too soon. Looks like he did rage after all. 

You walked carefully to the bedroom. Seeing the door being halfway open. “Ben?” You asked cautiously. Pushing it as you entered the room cautiously. Seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed. His back turned from you. He was holding his head in his hands while his helmet was on the floor in a corner. “Ben?” You tried again and he slowly raised his head. Turning his body slightly in your direction. His eyes were small and red. His hair was still tousled and unclean. His lips, maker his lips, plusher than you have ever seen them. “What happened?” 

Without making a sound. He stands up, coming closer to you. Taking a good look at you up and down, “You're so pretty,” he says, “so good, so pure and beautiful.” He lets out leaving his lips slightly parted as his eyes were staring at you pained. He looked faded out as if he hadn’t slept in days.  

You sigh, “what happened?” 

He takes a moment just staring at you before answering, “You” 

“What?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. 

He takes a deep breath, “How do you feel?”  

You look at him, then you look around you, “hum, confused?” 

“I meant physically.” 

You let out a deeper sigh, “Good, I’m slowly getting back on my feet”  

“Good” he replied simply. Passing you by as he went into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water.  

Growing impatient you followed him, “you didn't answer me, what happened ben?” 

He drank his water slowly as he watched you. He was so damn irritating sometimes. He knew what he was doing by making you wait. Taking his last sip, he placed the cup on the counter before looking back at you. His eyes were small and heavy. “You should rest. You were injured. I’ll take care of your work schedule.” He dismissed you again. 

You start to get frustrated, “why don't you want to answer me?” 

“Why are you always asking so many questions?” He growled back. But you remain silent, only watching him with a defiant look. He scoffs, turning his gaze to the side. “I already told you.” 

You smiled from the corner of your lips, looking down. “So, you trashed the place because I’m good and pretty? Yeah, that makes sense...” 

He came slowly closer, his body only inches away from yours, “and pure..” 

You couldn’t help but giggle, “You don’t know me, I am definitively not pure.” 

He clenched his jaw “more than me.” he says, taking a deep breath. “I-” he cuts himself off, searching for his words. “I don’t deserve your attention.” 

You squinted your eyes at him, “What are you on about now?” 

“This, all of this wouldn’t’ve happened if you weren’t here. But here you are, trapped on this ship, MY ship!” You could feel the frustration and annoyance in his voice. “You think you would’ve let me talk to you out there? kissed you?” He brought his gloved hand to your face. Brushing his fingertips gently on your cheek, “Touched you?” He scoffed, closing his eyes as he removed his hand. “Of course not, how could you?” Looking almost disgusted at himself. 

“Everyone is deserving of affection-” 

“--Not me” he said stepping back. “I take, I hurt, I destroy, I kill...” Before looking right into your eyes, “I killed my own father!” And there it was. The wound at the center of it all. Even if he was smiling you knew how much it was destroying him. “I saw it in your eyes, the way you looked at me?” You could clearly see the pain in his eyes, and they were shooting straight at you almost pleading.  

“How long ago was it?” You asked in a low tone. 

“A year, and I was too much of a coward to inform my mother of my actions.” Replied with disdain. 

“I’m sorry.” You let out softly. 

He remained still, almost in shock. “What?” 

“I said I’m sorry” 

He tilted his head intrigued, “But you haven’t done anything, it’s my fault.”  

You sigh, “It’s true. I don’t know what happened in your past but, everyone is deserving of love...” 

Confused, he came closer again, “Aren’t you scared of me? Of what I can do? I know you are.” 

You closed the gap between you and brought your hand to cup his cheek, shaking your head. “I see you; I don’t know why but I just know you wouldn’t hurt me. Not on purpose at least.” 

“Like I said, pure...” He smiled faintly, passing his thumb on your bottom lip. “Could I–, can I kiss you?”  

You stayed silent and simply nodded as he brought his lips onto yours. Letting a deep breath out of his nose as he took you in. Wrapping his arms around your waist to squeeze you before bringing a hand lower, going for your butt.  

You smiled against his teeth, “Ben, we can’t. This needs to stop..” 

“Stop? Hyal, can’t you see what you’ve done to me?” He removed his hand from your bottom to grab yours, playing with your fingers. “I would do anything you’d ask of me.” 

“That’s a bit extreme, isn’t it?” You raised a brow. 

He looks into your eyes softly, “What can I say, I’m an extreme individual.” 

You roll your eyes, “I’d like to take things slow. You know, get to know you more?” 

He smirked, “I can do that.” 

Raising an eyebrow, “Really?”  

Nodding, he gives a chaste kiss at the corner of your lips. “Go get yourself clean. You must feel uncomfortable after passing days in medical.” 

“Says the man who has greasy hair.” 

He smiled looking at the floor, “uh yeah, past couple of days had been challenging to say the least. Go ahead, I’ll go after you.” 

-- 

As you were about to close the faucet and step out, Kylo enters. “Don’t mind me I'm just taking a quick one.” 

You shook your head, watching him enter in the small space with you, “You’re unbelievable.” 

“What? I was called. Couldn't wait an hour for you to be done.” he teased as he washed his hair. 

You stared at him with your mouth open, “I don’t take an hour.” 

“Sure, you do” he says rinsing himself from the lathered shampoo. “First time you stayed here.” 

“That was months ago!” you protest.  

He smiled, giving you his hand to take before pulling you closer to him, “You’re right, in all honesty, I wanted to see you and your beautiful body before I go.” he admitted, passing the back of his fingers on your nipple, moving down to your stomach. You gasped, feeling them harden to his touch. Seeing your reaction, he smirks. Nibbling his bottom lip. “You really don’t understand hyal. You’re all I can think of, All- the- fucking- time.” now swiping both of his thumbs over them as he watches you lean your head back slowly. Looking more than satisfied, he let out a low growl, and brought his lips down to your chest. He took one of your nipples in his mouth. Suckled and flickered his tongue on it while his thumb continued to play with the other. You couldn't hide it anymore as you start to let go some pleasured noises.  

“Oh sweetheart, you really like that don't you?” He teased, his voice low and soft. “How about this?” You felt his thumb leave your tit before feeling two of his fingers moving through your folds. Swiping and quickly gliding as you started to coat them. You couldn't stop the desperate growl that escaped your lips even if you wanted to. You needed this, wanted this, you wanted him. He let your slippery nipple roll out of his mouth, “Yeah? Does that feel good?” You nod, moaning with your mouth fully open as he comes back, brushing his tongue on both of your nipples. While his thick fingers were stretching you so deliciously slow. “shit..” he let out almost a whisper. His eyes full of lust seeing how well you were taking them in. He began to pump them faster. While his other hand squeezed a breast within his reach. His tongue fluttering on your sensitive peaks. 

“Please Kylo..” you cried out, feeling that warmth boiling up between your legs. 

He stopped moving completely and removed his hands from you. “Not yet.” He says, as he lowered himself down. Feeling his hands spreading your thighs gently open.  

“What are you--” you didn’t have to finish your sentence that his lips were around your clit. Softly pulling and sucking. “Ohh” you let out smiling. Closing your eyes as you relax in his touch. 

Putting your thigh over his shoulder, he brought back his fingers to your entrance. Pumping each one of them a couple of times before leaving you feeling empty. Curiously you opened your eyes to look at him.  

His back was curved while his wet hair danced on the inside of your thighs. Hearing his low and small desperate moans as he was fucking his fist covered in your slick. Followed by the sound of his lips smacking on your pussy hungrily as if he couldn't get enough.  

The wet noises that echoed in the background made you feel somewhat powerful. Here you were on the finalizer, a star destroyer, with one of the most beautiful and dangerous men in the galaxy. Who in this moment, was kneeling between your legs as he pleasured himself, pleasuring you. The thought of it alone was enough to drive you closer to the edge as you let out some uncontrollable whimpers. 

“Mmm that's it.” Noticing you were getting closer; quickening the pumping of his fist. “Be good and come with me sweetheart.”  

He started to move his tongue and lips around you faster, sloppier. Making your legs shake as you finally came on his slippery tongue. He followed with a low growl as he saw you become more relaxed. Leaking in his hand shortly after.  

“I wouldn't call that taking things slow.” You finally let out, breaking the silence.  

He smiled as he looked at the state of the both of you. “Well, I needed a taste. I'm sorry, it was selfish of me.” 

“You are definitely not sorry.” you replied scoffing, teasingly rolling your eyes.  

He chuckled, “you're right, I’m not sorry.” A grin appeared on his lips, “I wanted to see that sweet, hot body of yours shake and twitch in my hands. In all honesty, I don't even have to go anywhere today.”  

“What?” You gasped, slapping him on the shoulder before he starts to pull away. Rinsing himself under the running water. “You're despicable..” you followed. 

He laughed at your comment, “Tell me something I don’t know.” 

“Urgh.” you grunted out as you were about to walk away, but he quickly gripped your wrist, pulling you closer to him. 

Yet again you felt intimidated by the way he towered over you. He locked his eyes onto yours and seemed to notice as he released his grip. Bringing his fingers back to your cheek. Softly brush the tips of them against your skin. “I was serious when I said I would do anything you asked me.” He pushed the hair out of your face, “if that's what you want, then you should have it.” He followed by moving lower to your ear, almost a whisper, “but by the way your soft and needy pussy clenched around my fingers, I’d say that you're not sorry either.” He smiled when he saw how pink your cheeks were turning. Giving you a small delicate kiss on your neck, “I promise not to do it again only if you also promise me one thing.” 

You closed your eyes, sighing “negotiating?” 

He chuckled, “I am not going to touch myself until you give me the permission to touch you again.” He stops, licking slowly and softly the same spot he just kissed. “...and I want you to do the same.”  

Your eyes shoot open, “what?” 

He chuckles, “you heard me.” He says firmly. Taking your hand, planting gentle kisses on your fingers. 

You took a moment. Thinking about these new sets of rules. You nodded in confirmation, and he smiled, cupping your cheek before tilting down to kiss you on your temple. 

----

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[resurgentclass-stardestroyer]

"This included quietly eliminating his own father, the elder General Brendol Hux, whose elevated position in the early First Order gave Armitage a childhood of great privilege." —Star Wars: the Last Jedi Visual Dictionary

are you high. ar eoyu fucking high

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

Sleep Did n o t Cure how unwell I feel abt haunted hotel AU

I juST

Hux gets a really obvious Bluetooth headset so he can talk to kylo in public. They can’t touch so instead it’s A LOT of mutual masturbation and kylo telling hux what to do. Kylo sits next to him on the piano bench during dinner service and tries to make hux laugh the entire time. They find a photo of kylo in the hotel from when it was a bogus health spa, and hux has smeared the glass with his finger prints because he starts brushing the image when he walks by.

THE TRAGEDY OF LOVING SOMEONE YOU CAN NEVER TOUCH AND DECIDING TO LOVE THEM A N Y W A Y. ALWAYS JUST THE WHISPER OF TACTILE SENSATION AND A CHIL DOWN HUXS SPINE!!! when they’re walking outside in the Arkansas heat (did I mention this was set in eureka springs, AR??) kylo will run his hand down huxs back bc hux can feel the chill, at least, even if he can’t feel kylos hand.

Kylo keeps waking hux up bc he plays with Millie at night, because OF COURSE Millie can see him. Cats can see ghosts. So can the rabbits in one of the shops. (These bunnies are real!! Their names are sushi and gumbo!!)

Anyway

I’m unwell abt haunted hotel AU it’s fully plotted

[enkisstories]

Hux: "You know what, Lieutenant? I wish my old man was still alive."

Agnon: "So that you can kill him again?"

Hux: "Matter of fact, yes!"

Agnon: "What happened AGAIN?"

Yes, what? The "marry for inheritance money" call, of course.

Apparently Brendol had set a large sum aside that would only get paid out after his death if his son was married. There was a time limit attached and the clock was ticking...

Rose: "Armitage needs to marry?! And this very week? While being shipwrecked?"

Kylo: "Yes to all of that! And of course we all know who the unfortunate victim will be."

Hux: "It's a no-brainer."

Rose: Oh, shit... Ren noticed that Ar... that Hux and me bonded. But not that closely!!!

Kylo: "Right. He won't like it one bit."

Rose: "Who, he? Hux?"

Hux: "No, Poe Dameron! - Alright, gentlemen, let's wrap up this game before we go rebel hunting."

Rose: “P... Poe? I admit I’m stumped. What part am I missing here?”

Hux: “The part where I refuse to marry just because my excuse of a father thinks he can make me! So I take the hottest person on this planet for my husband, cash in the money and afterwards file divorce.”

Agnon: “By “divorce” you mean you will kill Dameron, right, Sir?”

[lvsifer]

For the latest character ask game:

8, 12 (something I don't know yet if there is), 14 and 17 for Mairon/Sauron because I'm a predictable person

1, 5 and 9 for Feanor

3, 21 and 25 for Kylo Ren

Omg mein Feini these are SO much, I am jumping from wall to wall. <3

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

I am not a fan when he is written with Melkor as an abusive ship. To each their own, but that is not at all how I see them.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Okay, the only one I might not have told you yet is, that in a real-world AU, he'd be French. Might have been the Lestat influence on me. But. SEE THE VISION. Also, look, to finally settle our horse dicourse: what about him riding on a cool skeleton horse like in that one painting we both reblogged?

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

High femme goth in-universe. Real world AU, I'd put him in a lot of gold and pearls and furs. In-universe getting more and more goth as Necromancer/Sauron. More plain as Annatar (Shadow of Morder my beloved), and Slut (tm) when he is Ar Pharazon's slave.

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

I don't think there is one I can think of right now. I am either insanely horny about ships with him or shove them aside in complete disgust. Polarising guy.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

HAHAHAHHAHAHHA. This bastard needs to be smacked against the wall like a mosquito. Love him for his hot unbearable cuntiness and the war crimes, hate him for the same reason. Needs to be pegged.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Had to think on this, but Hozier - Eat Your Young.

Esp this bit:

Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinning the children for a war drum

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Would kill him on sight.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

What the movies have done to him after Force Awakens. The whole redemption bit was just...so bad.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Ohhh, I love how immediate he feels as a character and how unrefined he is. This rawness mixed with his absolutely pathetic desire to be wanted by those who despise him (Hux, or imo Vader of he were still life. Have written fic about this.)

Nothing in particular that I don't like!

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Man it's been a while. I think I first saw fanart of him on my dash shortly after TFA came out and thought "who is this cool brooding goth"? Now I have written so much about him, probably some of the most I have ever written for a character (did not expect that tbh) and have a million head canons for him. He's my horrible son. <3

[whispers-everywhere]

Mmm fuck I love videogame male characters

Meme template: https://www.deviantart.com/blueberry-lollipop/art/Blueberry-Meme-842344318

Characters list:

Ser/gea/nt Ar/ch Dor/nan (Fall/out 2)

Sol/dier (Te/am Fort/ress 2)

Lee/pky, Fee/nger and Boo/raw/chick (Van/gers: on/e f/or th/e ro/ad)

De/dan (OF/F)

Lam/bert Hei/sen/berg, Br/ad (Ha/ve a ni/ce de/ath)

Grave/lord Ni/to (Da/rk So/uls)

The Pe/ni/tent O/ne (Blas/phe/mous)

The Sin/gu/la/ri/ty / HUX-A7-13 (De/ad by day/light)

Al/es Man/say / The ma/gi/cian (Ray/man Ori/gins)

The de/aler (Buck/shot rou/lette)

Car/los Ca/la/ca, Fl/ame Fa/ce (Gua/ca/melee!)

Fau/st (Gui/lty Ge/ar Str/ive)

AM / All/ied Mas/ter/com/puter (I ha/ve no mo/uth and I mu/st scr/eam)

Bi/g Da/ddy (Bio/shock)

Man/uel "Man/ny" Cala/vera, Hec/tor Le/Ma/ns (Gr/im Fan/dan/go)

[tankwolf]

TAG GAME LETS GO!!!! i think this is the first time i’m doing a tag game here so. here! @konnorhasapen tagged me to assign some songs to redacted ships and i think i have the right ones :] here ar my favs below the cut, in no specific order ���🏽

Tank/Quinn Butch 4 Butch by Rio Romeo (x) yeah this ship makes me go insane as is because i love angst and pain and torturing myself, and this song just kind of gets it man. kind of puts a perspective on all the abuse and pain and makes the obvious delusion, hurt and doubt sound normalized and romanticized, and so it’s easier to get a peak into the mechanics and warped mindsets of abusive relationships through it. yeah. just listen to it. going loco everytime i put this song on 🤪

Tank/Sam Sunlight by Hozier (x) sam said his darlin’ feels like sunlight on an easy day, but i think this song is mostly from tank’s pov. the overwhelming feel of the song that fills up your chest would be how tank saw it too, a stark contrast from what they know, as opposed to sam who paired sunlight with ‘easy’. “who would trade that hum of night for sunlight, sunlight, sunlight?” to “a soul that’s born in cold and rain knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight” and the fact that it is so new to them that it feels bigger and grander and holier than they’d ever known. AHHH DO U SEE WHAT I MEAN. YEAH.

David/Angel BREAKFAST by half · alive (x) it just feels like an easy song, but it’s obvious from the lyrics that it’s still really daunting. david’s character arc has always been about learning to accept and ask for help. his main problem was not being a dick about it in the process, which stems from him finding vulnerability daunting, and angel kind of provides that kind of support with the dickyness just, on default. the “strength in the open, the broken and exposed, should I flee to the mountains?” bit. it hasn’t been easy for him to get used to that but he pulled through!!! and. yeah. also, breakfast is just something david’s plenty good at, and food is sorta his way of showing he cares........................... i’m kidding his song is rude boy by rihanna.

Milo/SH Apple Pie by Lizzie McAlpine (x) the whole thing with milo and his mom and how they kept moving around, and then him and sweetheart moving into Their Own Place ... yeah.. the song itself is about the concept of home and your other person, and there’s a verse about cardboard boxes and moving and just. yeah :’) also, it’s established that milo is ALSO good with food. 

Asher/Babe Video Games by The Young Professionals (x) not the lana del rey (original) version because something about a male voice claiming to be in a sundress is just. very ash-core. i think the song itself is pretty self explanatory if you’ve seen his videos. video games are his number one comfort thing, and the first time he confessed his love was WHILE they were playing a halo game, and said playing was a big part of why he felt compelled to do it. like i said, self explanatory. 

Gavin/FL Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur (x) this ship was a tricky one to pin. ik, overused song, i KNOW. was initially gonna go for an arctic monkeys song but gav is so much deeper as a character than that kind of erotic tension. this decision is also influenced by imp!gavin. gavin even in the imperium universe is set on a future with the freelancer and it’s just AHHH it’s the “i’ll love you in every universe” thing + the purest love you can imagine, the kind that feels as easy as breathing despite both of their baggage, the kind that only grows with age. i have Thoughts about this ship man idk. can u tell gavin’s a fav :’)

Huxley/Damien Impossible by Nothing But Thieves (x)  i can just picture dames listening to this song on repeat for hours thinking of hux. idk if the album cover’s colours have tricked me into thinking the song is damien-coded, but it makes a lot of sense for these two, y’know? huxley handles hardships like it’s a breeze, even if it isn’t, and dames isn’t used to that level of optimism. he teaches damien to be vulnerable, and moreover that he can handle him being vulnerable, because that’s something i’m sure dames has an issue with. i just love them sm, especially hux. i would  really like a huxley hug 😔

Aaron/Smartass  Nerve by Destroy Boys (x) pretty obvious why. “you stride right in and you get on my nerves, but I won’t say I’m disturbed because I want you to” y’know? also the high-hats and cymbals with the guitar, that kinda high energy rock music just reminds me of their banter. put that over passive adoring lyrics and you’ve got these two idiots ^-^

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[solohux]

Thank you for your writing, Lottie, that you taking a prompts. Your fics are truly magnificent and I'm glad, that you still in the fandom. I really need some more Ares Hux-Ren in my life. Maybe something about him rescuing his parents captured by the Resistance, if you'd want to write.

Thank you for your sweet words, darling. This is 2.5k of Ares saving Kylo and Hux from bounty hunters, I hope that's okay! Enjoy!

When Ares wakes up one morning in a cold sweat and with heaving, heavy breaths on his lips, he knows that something is terribly wrong. The Force is alight in terrified disturbance, flickering like a bursting flame as though it’s trying to get the prince’s attention and draw him to its source; something urgent and horrific. He races barefoot across the palace in search of his dad and papa, hoping that they can help him with this awful feeling that won’t leave him alone. Papa may be the Force sensitive one but Dad’s robust and logical outlook on things can sometimes be more of a help than Papa’s attempts to explain the almighty Force’s workings.

If words fail, Ares will find comfort in his parents’ embrace like he always does.

But instead of finding his parents in the throne room where he would have expected them to be on a normal mid-morning, he finds a gaggle of worried officers and soldiers, with General Phasma pacing at the centre of their gathered group. She’s already in her shining silver armour, her helmet swinging in her grasp as she walks from one side of the group to the other, her gaze locked on the ground. Ares approaches with long strides, making the room turn to look at him with worry and sympathy; their fear is palpable in the Force.

“My prince,” one of the officers bows. “We were just—”

“Where are my parents?” He demands an answer with his fierce tone, fighting back the tears in his eyes. Suddenly, the disturbance in the Force is beginning to make sense.

Phasma steps forward as the others step back, putting her hand on his shoulder. He stares into her eyes, sensing her emotions without even trying too hard.

“Ares,” Phasma says, speaking to him as his godmother instead of his guard. “My lad. There’s been a kidnapping.”

The young prince can only stare in fear and shock as she explains that Hux and Ren were subdued whilst negotiating with the royalty of Kiaman IV, drugged with an invisible gas before the bounty hunters had entered and taken all four members of the negotiations—Hux, Kylo and the two kings of the planet—as hostages. From what Phasma describes, the bounty hunters are the best of their kind and their intentions are clear; the Supreme Leader and the Emperor of the galaxy should fetch incredible prices to the highest bidder to do with as they please. Ares feels sick.

“But you’re to stay put, my prince,” Phasma continues, relaying Emperor Hux’s strict protocol for him to stay inside the palace should he or Kylo ever be captured; he’ll be safe in their family home whilst the troops rescue the galaxy’s kings.

“No,” Ares shakes his head, pulling free of his godmother’s hold. “I won’t sit here whilst my own parents are ransomed like cattle!”

The teen’s voice echoes in a boom throughout the throne room, a strong power emanating from him as his anger rises but Phasma stays resilient in the face of the boy’s Force sensitivity; the other officers, however, step back in fear for they have felt the wrath of his sire’s power before.

“You’ll do as the Emperor commands you to,” Phasma says, lifting her chin high for a moment but her expression softens when Ares’s tears begin to spill down his cheeks. She’s quick to close the gap between them, wiping his tears from his face with a gentle swipe of her armoured finger. “As your Dad begs of you. The last thing your parents would want is for you to be hurt too, Ares. I won’t allow them to be sold like animals. We know where they are. The Knights are already waiting for me in the hangar.”

Ares sniffles, nodding. He knows that she’s right. What help could he be against bounty hunters who managed to take down the merciless emperor and his fierce consort? The prince watches Phasma leave, watching his reflection in her shining armour fade. He shouldn’t disobey Hux’s orders, he should stay here and watch the sky with eyes full of hope that his parents will be brought back to him in good health.

But he won’t. He won’t stay put. He believes in his birth right, his bloodline, his pedigree as a leader and a warrior; he can do this alone.

As soon as the prince is back in his chambers, he begins his work. He’s learnt enough from his scoundrel papa to be able to hack into underground communications and search through the coded messages to find where his parents are being held. The bounty hunters aren’t as good as their reputation suggests; not in a technological sense, anyway.

RAT AND HOUND, is the classified, covert phrase being sent through the bounty hunters’ network to signal the Emperor and Supreme Leader’s capture; Ares feels insulted on Hux’s behalf.

Only minutes after General Phasma, the Knights of Ren and a battalion of Hux’s Starkiller Stormtroopers fly out of the hangar, Ares avoids security and sneaks on board of his TIE Whisper Mark II, wearing some of his papa’s black robes, wanting to channel what he can of Kylo Ren’s powerful presence in the hopes that he’ll be as victorious as him in this rescue. If he fails, the bounty hunters will have a third prize on their hands; the full set of Hux-Rens to be auctioned to their enemies.

By the time that Ares’s TIE Whisper Mark II has caught up with General Phasma, the prince is approaching the desert planet that plays host to the hunter’s makeshift camp that is disguised as a livestock trading spot; the hunters will usher unsuspecting locals into the tent on the left to view the cattle but those with the codeworded phrase heard on the private frequency will be shown into the tent on the right, the one that holds Supreme Leader Ren and Emperor Hux.

Ares swallows hard as he enters the atmosphere of the desert planet of Jakku, double-checking his coordinates as he flies over ruins of great star destroyers without giving them a glance; all that matters is saving his parents. It’s as though electricity is thrumming at his fingertips, guiding his hands on the controls of his TIE to where his Dad and Papa await rescue.

When he flies over a particularly large dune, his senses go into overdrive. He’s found them.

On the fiery sand below, General Phasma and the Knights are already engaged in battle, overwhelming the bounty hunters and their reinforcements of devious pirates, all furious that they’ve been found before any of them could finalise their purchase of the two most valuable figures in the galaxy.

Through the Force, Ares can almost see Phasma roll her eyes when she sees his ship fly overhead.

It’s too much of a risk to open fire on the ground so Ares sets his TIE to autopilot and gets low enough to the ground to leap out, his two red-bladed lightsabers grasped in his hands. He sees a few of his papa’s Knights stop and double-take at him, perhaps mistaking him momentarily for their master or perhaps admiring his stunt from his ship but Ares is too deep in his anger to hone in on their emotions; these people stole his parents and hurt them. He has to make them pay.

More and more pirates charge from over the dunes, firing at the First Order troops with reckless abandon. The prince falls into a defensive stance beside his godmother, deflecting blaster fire with his expert-like swings.

“Ares!” Phasma shouts to him, knocking out an attacking pirate with her elbow. She gestures towards the right-hand tent with a nod of her helmeted head. “Go!”

The boy doesn’t need to be told twice; the Force is already screaming at him that both of his parents need urgent help and his heart is yearning to see them. He cuts down a few pirates who get in his way, sending them to sandy graves as he annihilates them with swings of his lightsaber, bursting through their defences to enter the prized tent. Ares deactivates his lightsabers, panting heavily as he finally sets eyes on his parents.

In one cage lies Emperor. In an adjacent one, the Supreme Leader. Ares exhales in a shuddering breath, sensing that they’re both still alive but hurt. He hesitates for a moment, unknowing who he should run to first but he finds his soul being pulled towards his Dad so he follows it, making a fist at the cage’s lock to make it fold in on itself.

Hux is unconscious as expected, curled up on his side against the solid wall that he shares with Kylo’s cage. Whilst his skin is pale and dotted with sweat, his body is shivering. He’s still dressed in his ceremonial white uniform as though he’s been plucked right from the middle of the negotiations, red wine staining the pristine jacket’s middle and blood staining the top and sleeve from where he’s wiped his split lip.

“Dad,” Ares begs, dropping to his knees beside Hux and touching his cheek, feeling his life force flowing like a river.

Hux opens his eyes, soft, ginger eyelashes fluttering in the blinding light of the suns and sand. His pale eyes are glassy as he tries to gather his bearings and register his pain though everything seems to ease when he sets his gaze on the person kneeling next to him.

“Ren,” Hux says softly in a sigh, lifting his hand to Ares’s cheek, making his cuffs rattle. He smiles, caressing his son’s face gently. “My one…I knew you’d come to save me.”

“It’s Ares, Dad,” the boy says quietly, using the Force to unfasten the Emperor’s shackles, holding him in his arms. “You’re safe now.”

“A-Ares?” Hux blinks, frowning with his hand still on the boy’s cheek. “Oh. I’m sorry, I thought you were your father���”

“It’s okay,” Ares shakes his head, smiling. “His Knights thought I was him too.”

Hux blushes, embarrassed, but his frown soon returns, “You are meant to be at home! Phasma is supposed to—”

“Don’t get mad at godmother,” Ares snaps back, settling down when he gets a disapproving eyebrow raise from his dad. “I wanted to help. I’m saving you!”

Hux sits up, rubbing his aching head for a brief moment before his hands are on his son’s cheeks, then his arms and then his legs, assessing every part of him like any worried parent would. “Are you hurt? Have you been careful?”

“I’m fine, Dad,” Ares says, rolling his eyes at Hux’s fussing. “But Papa isn’t. He’s really hurt. I can feel it.”

The pair stand and hurry to Kylo’s cage, seeing the Supreme Leader sprawled out on the floor as though he’s collapsed instead of fallen asleep.

“They were torturing him,” Hux says as Ares breaks the lock and they kneel at Kylo’s side. “He put up such a fight when we both woke up in these cages.”

Kylo is so heavily bound that Ares doubts that he’ll be able to free him with one simple Force trick. A Force-suppressing collar and cuffs are fasted tightly around his neck and wrists whilst thick, metal chains keep his arms pressed to his body and his legs together; truly, he looks like a captured beast.

“Papa,” Ares says, shaking him. “Please.”

“Ren? Ren, wake up,” Hux whispers, brushing some of Kylo’s hair from his face, revealing cuts and bruising all over his pale skin. “H-he isn’t moving.”

Ares can sense Kylo’s presence in the Force, thrumming like a distant cry, though it’s weak and fading. Beside him, Hux places his hands on Kylo’s bound ones and grips tightly, repeating his name over and over again in the hopes that it’ll wake him but still, the Supreme Leader lies still.

The prince looks at his own hands and then to his borrowed clothing, to the twin lightsabers that hang on his belt and finally looks at his injured parent. He can feel his rage still pounding through his body like a banging drum, making his hands clench into fists and laying them upon his Papa’s chest.

“Ares?” Hux’s voice is like a whisper to his son’s ears as the boy disappears inside of the Force, channelling everything that Kylo has taught him. He’s similar to the mighty Kylo Ren in more than just appearance; they’re blood.

The boy seeks out Kylo’s hurt in the Force and wills it better, healing him with solid, deep breaths and immense concentration. Slowly, Kylo’s chains unravel like an uncoiling snake setting its prey free, and the cuffs and collar crack and break into pieces underneath the prince’s command.

Finally free from his mental prison, Kylo awakens with a gasp whilst the Force flows back into his veins—but it’s painful. He writhes, digging his heels into the floor and arching his back whilst he screams through gritted teeth, eyes scrunched shut and fists pressing against his throbbing temples.

“Ren!” Hux shouts in panic and moves to help but his son is already there.

“Papa!” Ares grabs hold of Kylo’s wrists and tries to talk soothingly. “It’s okay, Papa! It’s just the Force! It can’t hurt you now. Nothing can. Dad and I are here, okay? We’re here.”

Kylo’s screams ease at his son’s comforting words, his eyes daring to open in spite of the pounding headache that’s consuming him. Whilst his body still trembles a little, the Hound seems to emerge into awareness quickly once he sees his husband and his son beside him.

“Ren,” Hux sighs, tears brimming in his eyes. He leans in and sweeps Kylo’s pliant lips into a quick kiss before pressing their foreheads together. “Are you alright, my one?”

“Uh,” Kylo blinks hard and takes a deep breath, sitting up slowly with Hux’s aid. “Where are we?”

“Jakku,” Ares says, glancing up when General Phasma and two Knights of Ren enter the tent victoriously. “We saved you and Dad from the bounty hunters.”

“You saved them, your highness,” Phasma says, inclining her head at the boy. “We took care of the pirates but you fought your way in here and broke their bonds and saved them.”

“You did?” Kylo says, confused. Ares nods, partially expecting to be scalded like Hux did but Kylo doesn’t. “You did. You were in my head. You healed me.”

“I…think so,” Ares looks at his hands.

“Did you teach him that?” Hux asks. Kylo shakes his head. “Then how did he—?”

“Because he can,” Kylo says proudly.

Before Ares can say anything else, he’s grabbed by his papa as he takes his son into his embrace and holds him close, rocking him in his arms.

“My precious boys,” Hux says, joining in with the hug and wrapping one arm around each of his most beloved.

Ares sighs. In his parents’ embrace, he feels invincible.

[crepeycrepeyspacewizard]

20. or 38. for Modern Emperors, if you feel like it :)

[20. “Just admit I’m right.”]

Eamon sighed. It was 4am. He didn’t need this argument in his life at this hour of the morning, nor did he need this smell in his kitchen. It wasn’t bad as such, just utterly bewildering.

“Just admit I’m right.”

“I won’t, because you’re not. It barely even qualifies as food!”

Auren, like the pedant that he was, looked at the box. “It has 15% daily requirements in vitamin A, calcium, 10% iron…”

“And 30% sodium! In one portion! The box is three! For fucks sake Auren you’re going to give yourself a heart attack! If you want mac and cheese that badly, I will make it for you. Why do you keep going back to the Kraft cr…”

“Because it’s the only thing on this planet that tastes familiar.” Auren said quietly, staring at the floor. “Other than you, it’s the only thing that tastes like home when the rain gets inside my head.”

Eamon sighed. “Fuck. Okay, gimme the box, at least I can keep it from burning to the bottom of the pan. And you’re gonna share. Okay?”

Auren nodded. He definitely didn’t step close enough for a hug on purpose. It was just a coincidence that they ended up cuddling in front of the stove.

[38. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” Note- Ares is Mute {...} indicates Sign.]

Ares placed her glass back on the table with a heavy clink. {Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.} She signed to the pair seated opposite.

“Me, or him?” Eamon asked with a grin and a raised eyebrow that Auren mimicked to the millisecond.

She smirked. {What’s the difference?}

“Does it matter?” Auren asked. They each had a hint of an accent other than American, but she couldn’t place either.

His foot had brushed her knee under the table. On the other side Eamon did the same.

{No. Not at all.}

Eamon looked around the bar of the Piett. There were a dozen assassins or more, waiting for the next commission. “Aren’t we all the bad guys here?”

“Still,” Auren added, “don’t we do it best?”

That was more like it. Ares grinned. {Show me.}

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[trooperst-3v3]

It's almost Life Day!

Gonna spend the next few days having quality time with friends and family.

Which is basically Deej, M4-RT1N, H4-GR1D, Mitaka, Cookie, AR-T13, and, like, twenty-seven droids. Also might visit Hux and Captain Phasma, if they're not too busy.

I may or may not post regularly during this time. Depends on how much eggnog I get into during this weekend's dinner parties. I can't get enough of the stuff.

We don't make the alcoholic kind, but I'm lactose intolerant and we don't get great HoloNet reception in the refreshers.

[tropicalgothic]

Some fun with Photoshop

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Star Wars Characters as Greek Gods

8. General Hux as Ares, God of War

“Fear can’t be reasoned with. Neither can hate.”

“He had the ruthlessness of age but none of its wisdom. A veteran commander worried about winning, not playing to an audience.”

[petalouda85]

Finally finished something that has been in my drafts for quite some time. I was listening to the Game of Thrones soundtrack and then this happened. Plus, I wanted an excuse to write Arabelle as a boss-ass lady and cold-blooded killer a-la Season 6 Cersei. Enjoy.

After the coup happened, it would only be a matter of time before the trials started. It was all a facade as the verdicts were already known but it was one Pryde had to play; after all, there were still many loyal to the former Supreme Leader and Grand Marshall, even after he made them “disappear”, and if he didn’t adhere, he’d lose support for his claim.

Lieutenant Mitaka’s trial had just finished. As the man was being dragged to the other side of the room to join the rest of the condemned, Pryde thought it a pity. The Lieutenant had always been a loyal, reliable man to the First Order; it was a shame that he refused continue to serve it. 

With Mitaka's trial finished, they now waited for the main event: the trial of the two children of the former leaders. They would be the final nail in the coffin, the trial to solidify his power. He had send a ship to get the two just before Mitaka’s trial and would be arriving shortly with them. Pryde smiled to himself; what beautiful irony that he would decide their fate on Arkanis. 

But time ticked by and no one came. No matter, Pryde thought, those children are notoriously difficult. But more time passed, and anxious murmuring began to echo through the chamber. The man reached through to his communicator and whispered harshly into it, where are they?

The response send a chill down his spine: we don’t know. We’ve lost contact with the Finalizer and the transport ship hasn’t returned.

Then, in the middle of the room, a hologram flickered to light, the hologram of a young woman with flaming red hair and dressed in a black First Order uniform; Pryde recognized her immediately: it was Arabelle. 

I’m afraid my brother and I will not be coming today, General. She said, mockingly. We are momentarily unavailable as we are reclaiming the ship. I wouldn’t bother, she said when Pryde stood up, the doors will be locked by now. You and your minions are not going anywhere. She said as she lifted her hand into the frame, Pryde immediately recognizing the object in her hand: a detonator. 

You were mad to think you stood a chance against the Hux-Ren family. Let this be a reminder to those who even dare to think they can cross us. And Mitaka, she continued, putting her thumb on the button, thank you for all your many years of service; my brother and I will never forget them.

Meanwhile, on the Finalizer, as their loyal soldiers stamped out the remaining supporters of Pryde, Arabelle and Ares stood on the bridge of the ship, smiling with glee as they watched the building on Arkanis containing their enemies disappear in an explosion. 

[enkisstories]

Hux - or Isbrand Cycen, as his counterfeit ID was saying - didn't plan to stay long in Black Spire. Just the few minutes it took to enter the local transit station and buy a hover-bus ticket to the countryside.

The bus station was by the bridge. Coming from the higher up Black Spire, the bus gently sank down to street level, allowing the passengers to take in the sights of the lush green valley.

Up on the hill was Hux' old house with the swimming pool, there was the village green with the pond and on this side of the river were the houses of Rose, Poe and Finn.

Crossing the river twice was faster than walking along the shore.

Approaching the Tico residence, Hux spotted the Dree couple in front of it. Of course they'd be here, they had been friends with Rose and Hux ever since these two had come to Batuu.

Daniel: "What's the matter, love? You look as if you'd seen a ghost!"

Gavin: "We're force sensitive, Danny, so that's a serious issue."

Daniel: "So you did see someone's force ghost? Who is it?"

Gavin: "Ar... I mean Darth Isbrand. So he was a Sith Lord, after all!!!"

After clearing up Gavin's jumping to conclusions and proving that he was made of flesh and blood, Hux learned that Rose had moved into his old house. Gavin and Daniel had moved into this one instead.

Gavin and Daniel were strangely reluctant to share more information about their neighbor. Did that mean that Rose wasn't living alone? Was there someone else?

Gavin: "Someone new in Rose's life? No! Not in the way you think, anyway. Look, go up there and see for yourself. If I told you... You'll know why I can't tell you when you see... it. The other lodger."

Gavin had a habit of calling droids "it", even when they were clearly gendered. So Rose had gotten herself a droid? Then why didn't the neighbors just say so?