#ares hux ren

[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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[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

[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.

[petalouda85]

Some mpreg is present here. I read an idea about Cal Kestis being a Kylux baby and my mind went down the rabbit hole of he and Ares being brothers and fighting on opposite sides of the war. I really went back and forth on whether or not Kylo or Hux should’ve been the mother. I sent one with Hux being the mother to @solohux (loved your interpretation!) but this is one I developed with Kylo being the mother. Enjoy!

Maybe if people like this enough, I’ll write some of these ideas out but we’ll see, my brain hasn’t been functioning lately.

Cal was a result of a one-night stand that Hux and Ben had before Ben turned. By some miracle, he manages to hide his pregnancy from Luke and gives birth in secret. When he becomes Kylo Ren, he leaves Cal behind.

Luke finds Cal buried under the rubble of Ben’s hut and quickly realizes that the child is Ben’s while using the Force to see the child’s father. Before going into his self-imposed exile, Luke delivers the baby to Leia, telling her only that the child is Ben’s. 

Cal grows up in the Resistance and trains be a Jedi under Leia, picking up skills in mechanics and piloting from Han. They are a tight-knit family, Han and Leia determined to not let Cal suffer the same fate as their son did. Cal, while curious, never asked too many questions about his parents, as he could sense his grandparents’ unease about the topic. Even so, he managed to get a few of his most vital questions answered: who they were and what happened to them. Han and Leia claimed to have no knowledge of who his father was, but his mother was their son Ben and he died at the hands of Kylo Ren when Cal was only a few days old. 

How Cal wished he could’ve known them.

Meanwhile, when Kylo turned, he was reunited with Hux and they rekindled their relationship, resulting in Ares being born not long after. Kylo never told Hux or Ares about Cal, thinking the boy was either dead or on a backwater planet and would never resurface.

This changes at Starkiller. 

Kylo kills Han and eventually defeats Finn and Rey, leaving Cal, who was with them, as his final opponent. Kylo taunts him about his lightsaber, his skill and eventually, he taunts him about Han Solo. The teen screams and strikes at Kylo with a ferocity like never before. Kylo manages to dodge and parry but he loses his focus when the teen refers to Han Solo as his grandfather. An image flashes before his eyes, the image of a baby, red-faced, crying, and dirty from birth with the most beautiful red hair, the same red hair as the teen before him. 

Impossible, Kylo thinks before he feels the hot burn of a lightsaber across his face. He looks at the teenager and gasps, finally seeing the resemblance to Hux in the boy’s face. Before either can say anything, a ravine comes between them, sending them back to their respective sides. 

Kylo and Cal see each other shortly afterwards, as Snoke has ordered Kylo to kill him, due to the boy being a remnant of Ben Solo. However, after Cal accuses Kylo of killing Ben Solo (anyone getting Darth Vader and Luke vibes here?) Kylo reveals that he used to be Ben Solo. They fight and Kylo is in a position where he can kill Cal but can’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he makes the building collapse, hoping the debris will kill Cal and save him the agony of killing his son. 

However, upon returning to Snoke, it is revealed that Cal survived the collapse and the Supreme Leader can easily see through Kylo’s lie that the building collapsed by itself. 

Furious, Snoke throws Kylo into a cell, alongside Hux, and calls upon Ares. He orders Ares to kill Cal, conveniently leaving out that they’re brothers, with the threat that, if he fails to bring the Jedi back dead, he’ll kill his parents. Ares sets out, trying to mask his fear with his anger, and finds Cal mediating alone on an empty planet. 

I knew you’d come for me. Cal says softly as he rises from his spot, not grabbing his lightsaber when Ares ignites his. 

Then you know why I’m here. 

The fight commences, Ares’ fear and anger becoming more and more potent as it continues. In a brief pause during the battle, Cal turns off his lightsaber. 

You don’t have to do this.

No, you don't understand. I have to kill you. Or he’ll kill my parents. 

Ares’ voice cracks as he confesses his mission, which is when Cal reveals that they are brothers, having heard the whole truth from Leia. Naturally, Ares doesn't believe him but Cal encourages him to search his feelings and Cal’s mind to settle his doubts. Ares hesitates but he dares a brief glance, seeing the truth: they are brothers, born on opposite sides of the same conflict. 

But despite the revelation, Ares declares he will kill Cal, calling him a liar and saying he must save his parents, no matter what. In response, Cal tosses his lightsaber to the side.

When I discovered the truth, I hated you. Our mother... he left me to die under a pile of rubble and yet, he kept you. But I don’t hate you anymore. I know what Snoke is, what he has done to you and our mother. We don’t need to be enemies, little brother.

And then Cal kneels before Ares, 

I know you don’t believe me but I believe in you and I have faith in you. Trust your feelings. Trust the Force. 

Cal closes his eyes and waits, not flinching when he hears the noises of a lightsaber drawing closer. 

[tropicalgothic]

Some fun with Photoshop

[solohux]

sí, en efecto! son guapos 😍

😲😲

[trooperst-3v3]

Does Hux play in the score?

Sure! Lots of people did! Lieutenant Mitaka really wants this to be a true community celebration as we plan to squash the last of the Resistance fighters like a bunch of tiny, ineffectual bugs, so anyone who wanted to participate was allowed!

Hux is on his sax, Ren plays his recorder. Heck, even AR-T13 the armorer got to hold a tambourine!

They weren’t allowed to actually play the tambourine, mind you, since they have zero sense of rhythm. But they were just happy to be a part of it.

[crowrelli]

will i finish anything formal for halloween? probably not!!

[smokahuntis]

Gravidam

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Pairing: Kylo Ren x Hux!Reader

Warning: Angst, Slight Domestic abuse, soft kylo.

Summery: Hux’s wife find herself in a terrible situation, and deals with it in a terrible way.

Authors note: this is much shorter then a lot of my work but it’s also extremely fluffy/angsty

Chapter 1: Vetiti Fructus

Chapter 3: Consilium

(Y/n) found herself locked away in the shared bathroom she had with Armitage. Leaning over the sink her hands gripped tightly at the black marked counter, trying everything in her to make the words on the small stick change.

Pregnant

She couldn’t be, not now, not ever. Not with Kylo Rem, not with the Supreme leader. What would Hux do to you if he heard, what would Snoke do to him if he found out. And that Scavenger girl he speaks about, what if she tries to use you. Should you tell him. No...

She’s ruin his entire life, both of them, but what would she do, it’s not like she can hide it, it’s a fucking child!

She hadn’t even noticed she was crying until there was a knock on the door, a trooper replied.

“Mrs. hux,” the voice said coming threw the door. “Supreme Leader Ren is asking for you.” He said waiting for her to answer. She sniffles and wiped her face and fixed her dress.

“Tell him I’m busy.” She said hiding the small stick in her dress.

“But miss he-“ she cut him off by opening the door and looking at him.

“Tell him I’m busy.” She said moving past him and out of the room, finding her way to Hux’s office, when she walked in she didn’t expect to find Kylo there aswell.

“Supreme Leader,” she said giving him a nod, he could tell from her eyes she was crying but he decided not to press the matter, not in front of Huxs anyways. She walked over to her husband and smiled at him then looked at Kylo. “If you’ll excuse us Supreme leader Ren, I would like to speak to my husband privately.” He was shocked to say the least but nodded and excused himself, but on his way out he tried to find his way into her mind, but found walls, blocked off, cut off from knowing what hurt her.

“Is everything alright (y/n)?” Hux asked looking at her. Though he didn’t care for her romantically he stilled cared for her as if she was his friend.

“Armitage,” she said and moved her hand over his arm running it down it, then moving to his chest fixing his shirt, over the years he noticed she did these things when she was upset or in a calm panic.

“(Y/n), you can tell me.” He said taking her hands putting them down to her sides. She took a deep breathe and looked at him.

“Our parents are dead.” She started shaking her head and walking across his office beginning to pace. “My parents are dead, your parents ar-“

“Where is this going (y/n)?” he asked watching her.

“I want a divorce Armitage...” she stopped pacing and looked at him. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked her over. In all the years they’ve been together, she’s never mentioned a divorce, he of course knew she wasn’t happy but he didn’t suspect she was this unhappy with him.

“Why...” he didn’t think before the simple word slipped from his mouth.

“Why?” She scoffed and threw her hands up looking at him. “We don’t love each other, we were forced into this whole thing by our parents.” He looked away from her. “ and for once in my life I want to live it, I want to be with someone I love!” Her statement peaked his attention instantly, his eyes fell over her again, it wasn’t until then he noticed her dresses had been more covering recently, she worse jackets more, more makeup.

“You’ve already found him haven’t you?” His eyes narrowed and he walked closer to her, she suddenly felt closed in, cramped. “Who is he?” Hux said reaching his hand up to pull at the turtlenecked collar of her dress, she could t escape his cold grasp as he pulled it down showing the Blueberry sized bite marks that covered the right side of her neck. “Tell me, who is the man who captured my wife’s heart.” He let go of the collar and fixed it for her.

“It doesn’t matter...” she said moving away from him, his eyes followed her.

“(Y/n) as happy as I am you found someone, you are still my wife and I can’t let this continue... specially if I have no clue who it is.” He took his jacket off throwing it over his desk as he looked at her, he shouldn’t care she’s happy, he really shouldn’t, but he didn’t want it to be someone who was going to hurt her, he didn’t want it to be someone who would use her.

“Even if you knew you would just be angry.” She said nipping at her nails.

“(Y/n) I don’t want them to use you,” he moved closer to her as he spoke. “You are a very beautiful woman, and i am sorry that I didn’t treat you as such but I’m not going to let some idiot treat you worse then I have!” She looked into his eyes, the tears building up more, a broken sob escaped her mouth.

“I need— I need you to protect him Armitage.” She said closing her eyes and sitting down in one of his large chairs.

“Protect who (y/n)” he said crouching down rubbing his hand over her knee soothingly. He moved her hands away from her face. “Look at me...” He said and she looked at him her eyes faltering and tears slipped from them. He sighed and stood helping her stand. “You can tell me when you’re feeling better, you need a nap.” He said taking her back to their room.

—

Kylo caught up with Hux as he walked threw the dark halls.

“I’ve been looking for you.” He said as he looked down at Hux. Hux rolled his eyes.

“And I’ve been avoiding you.” He said looking at Kylo.

“W-why exactly?” He said, he always told (y/n) it didn’t matter if Hux knew, he didn’t care, let him find out, but in this moment of not knowing if he knew or not scared him. What if Hux took her away from him, what if he never got to hold her again, or let her tend to his wounds.

Hux caught onto his stutter and looked him up and down.

“No Specific reasons.” He replied as they continued to walk, they were both on there way to the same place without even realizing it, but when they got close and Hux saw his demeanor change he knew.

He grabbed Kylo Ren by the neck slamming him into the wall by the door to his room.

“It’s you!”

“What the hell are you on about Hux?!” Kylo asked throwing him off with ease. Hux reaches for his gun and didn’t waste a second to shoot at him which was stopped by the force Kylo had.

“You slept with my wife!”

“It’s not like you were doing it!” Kylo said letting the blast go once he was out of the way.

Hux scoffed and hit him knocking he stupid helmet off of him and Kylo would have hit back has (y/n) not stopped them.

“Please! Stop!” She said holding her hands up between them, her eyes moved over to Kylo the Hux. “Not another word.” She said dropping her hands.

—

It had been 8 days since there small fight and (y/n) hadn’t spoken to either of them, not really because of the fight but because she didn’t know how to face the truth. Hux had moved into another room to give her space, it wasn’t until he came in today that she realized how bad she looked. She’s just been in a robe with her hair tide tightly away from her face, the small stick in her hand when he stormed in, he was looking for something and he was sure he left it in there, but what he found was more valuable then whatever he was looking for. He knew the stick from a mile away, he wasn’t stupid, but to see her holding it was shocking. This is why she’s been so distant, so emotional lately. But even with knowing he didn’t know what came over him, but it wasn’t him. He stormed over to her grabbing her slamming her to a wall.

“This is what you’ve been protecting?!” He growled out at her. “Not only has my wife been sleeping with another man, she’s pregnant with his child to!”

And for that second when the tears left her eyes in fear, she let the walls of her mind crumble and Kylo knew everything instantly and quickly found his way to the room.

“Get your hands off of her and my child!” He said using the force and throwing Hux across the room, it knocked him out instantly, and his blood started to trickle down his head.

“Oh my stars...” she ran over to Hux to make sure he was all right, even after that she still feared for him. “Help me Kylo, he’s hurt!” She said looking at the Supreme Leader.

He groaned and helped get Hux to the med Bay.

—

After, he pulled her aside so no one could see them. His hands found her stomach instantly, running it over and over again. He didn’t speak, he didn’t look into her eyes, he was focused on the child. She closed her eyes scared of what he would do, but she didn’t expect to hear him sob, to laugh like he did, he even fell to his knees as he hugged her, his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her stomach.

“I’m going to be a father...” he said Kissing her stomach. Reality hit him as the words fell from his mouth. “I’m going to be a father...” he repeated and looked up at her, her hand coming down and running threw his thick hair.

“You’re going to be an amazing father Kylo Ren.” She said looking at him, tears formed in his eyes, it was like he was a new person in this moment, he was no longer fight for Snoke, he was fighting for his family.

He stood and pulled her into a kiss as he closed his eyes. Snoke...

“Snoke can’t know about this.” He said pushing back stray strands of hair. “He’d use you against me, and— I cant allow that.” He places his forehead against hers.

“What about the scavenger?” She asked running her fingers into the hair on the back of his neck.

“Rey?” He asked looking at her. She pulled back a little shocked her would even call her by her name the way he talked about her.

“Yes, Rey.”

“She won’t know, I’ll block her out for you, you have to stay safe (y/n).” He kissed her gently.

“I’ll do whatever it takes.”

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[moon-antics]

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PROMPTS #1

SONG PROMPTS

STAR WARS

poe dameron

regrets (angst)

 you’re my mess (fluff)

first meetings (fluff)

happy accidents (fluff)

it’s you (angsty)

betrayal (angsty af)

redemption (continuation of betrayal)

time for us (fluff and sexy poe)

the truth (angst and fluff) 

did i do good? (angst)

belly talks (pure fluff)

last breath (angst)

reckless (angst)

destiny? (pt.1)

kylo ren

jealousy (fluff)

rey

you’re the reason (angst and fluff)

junkyard (fluff)

save a life (angst&fluff)

shirtsleeves (fluff)

armitage hux

comfort (fluff?)

obi-wan kenobi

saviour (light angst, fluff)

coincidence (fluff)

MARVEL

none yet :(

RESIDENT EVIL

leon s. kennedy

get down

[adamdriverwrites]

Carpe Noctem || Part 4

Plot summary: Mob boss’s daughter & bodyguard au ft. Kylo Ren. Based off this plot bunny (x)

Warnings: none today, kids

Word count: 5329 (prepare yourself)

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Reader

A/N: Here is part 4 finally! NZ is in quarantine, so i’ve been trying to write and gif a lot more! expect another update soon! let me know what you guys think!

Taglist: @helloimindelaware, @dandydragonz, musicalcoffeebean, @driverficarchive, hazydespair, @mp938368, @maybell88, @bikinibrattoms, @fanfic-fangirl, @stillreadingfantasy, @um-well, @OnevergrowoldnevergrowoldO, @jay-ta-blog, @wildwood-trails, @stephhaniee14, @flowerniche, @sanfranciscroc, @little-miss-mischief1, @pami-yui, @lex-bb13, @deepblueswift13, @allknowingnerd, @shawnme-boy, @whymalu, @simonsbluee, @jons-angel, @whymalu, @mixtapes-books, @amazing1rl, @ambrosia-v-black, @souriemickey, @toads4days, @xsar-bearx, @lunarlung, @bubble-t-r-o-u-b-l-e, @cutiepiepotatoes, @bangtan-savage

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Just family.

If you weren't so opposed to the idea of making a scene, then you would have confronted your father about why he was such a deceiver.

It was clearly not strictly family. After you had gone to your room to change, you met your siblings down in the formal dining room, where they had been drinking and waiting for you to arrive. You all moved to the dining room. Roman, Ares and Lyon  sitting on either side, your father taking his legendary seat at the head of the table. However, with Kylo sitting next to your Dad, the only space available was opposite, also next to your father.

Phasma was also seated at the table, thankfully separating Ares and yourself, which you did not mind one bit. In fact, a part of you was almost excited to catch up with Gwen after all this time.

As you stared at your food in front you, silence permeated the room. Save for the lone conversation between your siblings, few words exchanged, otherwise it was a tense, quiet affair. The dining room was huge, with a table fit for easily 20 people and with the 7 of you spread around one half of it, you still had a sizeable space between each other.

You gathered it was your fathers disposition that put everyone on edge. Sitting at the head of the table, nursing a glass of amber liquid. His food completely untouched as he watched everyone. The only one who seemed completely unperturbed by it was Kylo, eating the rack of lamb with a citrus and blue cheese salad without a care in the world it seemed. He was his usual stoic form, though unperturbed by the lack of conversation or apparent awkwardness that lingered, he ate dinner and kept to himself.

Your mind wandered to what Hux had told you about him earlier. About how he was your fathers sword and shield, apparently unflinching in his ability to spill blood. You had been gone for a number of years, and before you left for good you were still rather young - however you were perceptive. Due to your perceptiveness however, you knew he hadn't been around for a long time, not since you were a kid. So where the fuck did he come from?

"Is it always like this?" As conversation ensued at the other end of the table,  you leaned over to Gwen to whisper quietly.

She chewed through a piece of meat, swallowing before answering, "We don't usually have dinner like this. Ever, really."

You nodded, not really receiving an answer to your question - you wanted to know if everything was usually this tense. Or if the day of Mallory's funeral was such a reason.  "Good to know that we won't have to be subjected to this too often then."

"Don't worry," Phasma smiled down at you, "This isn't awkward because of you."

Your eyes drifted down the table, Roman and Ares laughing about something quietly to themselves - Lyon's eyes however - were locked on you. A hard stare as he pushed his food around his plate, haphazardly shoving some into his mouth before looking over at your Dad.

"Sure." you offered, though not completely convinced of her assurance; however kind of a gesture it was intended to be. You knew it was because of Mallory's funeral, that was the predominant proverbial wound, though your presence was pouring salt into said wound.

It made it so much worse, this you were sure.

Roman's voice quietened your internal monologue, speaking your name to gather your attention. You looked over to see him looking at you. "I'm going to Starkiller later on. You wanna come with?"

Starkiller was one of the only legitimate businesses your family had. One that wasn't used to launder money like the Supremacy, it was purely for profit. Though as you grew up you guessed it was your father's way of keeping your brother out of trouble. He had something to do, something to look after, and it was away from the dangerous dealings that could prove fatal. It was a club on the outskirt of your father's turf, under Roman's management though you didn't think he did much 'work' while there.

"What time were you thinking?" You spoke quietly, as not to disturb other conversation happening at the table and not to alert anyone eavesdropping. Your eyes flickered over to your new bodyguard, eating quietly, not even looking at you.

Roman shrugged, "After dinner sometime."

You nodded, "I'm a little jet lagged still. I might have a nap and come later?" You didn't want to go particularly, and you were definitely not jet lagged. To the contrary, you felt quite awake, you just had other ideas and perhaps it could prove a useful alibi.

"Sounds good." He smiled, then went back to eating food off his plate.

"How's school?" It was now your father's voice that pulled your attention. He looked at you while he asked, still not having touched his food. Only nursing a glass and looking over his family.

"It's going okay, thanks."

Phasma piped in next to you. "What do you study exactly? I don't think I've ever actually asked."

"I have a double major; law and psychology." You nodded, it sounded like a brag though you didn't intend for it to be. Although other members of your family looked down on education, others did not.

"Wow, interesting choice. Impressive." Phasma shot you a little smirk.

"You going to be ready to be my lawyer soon?" Roman joked from down the table.

"Or mine." Your father spoke up.

You gave them a half smile in return. Unable to tell the truth- that you had no intention of being a lawyer, it was just something you were studying because you wanted to possess the knowledge of the judicial law system and all the rules in place. You didn't particularly have intentions of breaking the law but if you did... then it would prove extremely fruitful. Psychology was another interest, you found it imperative to understanding your enemies - not that you had many of those either. Yet.

But you were the daughter of Andrew Snoke, and being made to feel so powerless in your youth gave you a complex as you grew up. You needed to acquire knowledge like no one had in your family before, and maybe then you would feel worthy. Powerful.

Dinner passed by quickly. As soon as everyone had finished, your father offered to move it to the office in the west wing of the manor for more drinks. You were going to decline, playing the excuse of jet lag almost immediately, however, you decided to acquiesce and have one drink. For Mallory.

Lyon and Ares started racking up the polished balls on the pool table, setting up for a game. Roman talked lightly with your father, pouring drinks from a crystal decanter for everyone who wanted one. Kylo was back to a dark corner of the room; finding a seat to watch over everyone and smoke a cigarette. He didn't fraternize with the others, or try to relax with a friendly game of pool. Always stoic and always working evidently.

You followed Gwen, finding a seat near the tall open windows facing the backyard. Curtains parted slightly, cool breeze blowing in faintly. Too dark to see out but the fresh air helped ease your mind, if only for a moment.

"Here." Gwen offered you a cigarette from her pack and you kindly accepted. A horrible habit, you knew, but to you it was a small price to pay for stress relief. A hit of nicotine helped your thoughts calm down, and deprived any ill feelings purchase in the forefront of your mind. You could have a few moments not totally at the behest of your anxiety or depression.

"Thank you." You accepted, along with the flame she held up so you could light it. Inhaling deeply, you gave yourself a second to appreciate the reprieve before you exhaled. And then braved to ask Gwen a question. "So come on, be honest with me."

Her pale eyes met yours, and quirked a brow. "I almost always am."

A short laugh escaped your lips. "Thanks for the honesty." Your eyes drifted around everyone, to see if anyone was paying particular attention. "But I mean... how serious is my Dad about all this bodyguard shit?"

"I'd say pretty serious. He assigned me to Roman after all."

This made you sit forward. "Really?" That was particularly serious. "I thought it was a sexist thing, that he didn't think I could take care of myself but, huh..." You sat back in the chair, thrown for a loop. You didn't think it was really that serious. Sure, there were aspects of Mallory's death suspicious but he was on high alert. Enough to warrant some of his most ruthless and trusted men - and women - to become glorified sitters for his children.

"You've all been assigned someone."

"Why didn't I get you? Why did I get him?" Your eyes shot over her shoulder, the furthermost corner of the sprawling room. Kylo sat with your father, drinking. His dark eyes trained on you; already watching.

Always fucking watching. You pulled your eyes away immediately, though you were positive he would not have been able to hear a word from the distance, or over your siblings shouts and taunts. His eyes were on you regardless and it made you uneasy.

Any hint of a smile covering Phasma's lips instantly dropped. The furrow in her brow set in again. "Well... you're you." She took a drag of her cigarette. "And as much as I hate to admit this, he's the best. Snoke is just being cautious."

"The best at what exactly?" You took a drag of your own cigarette, ashing in the crystal ashtray on the coffee table between you. Something flared in Gwen's eyes, what, you were not sure. Worry? Anger? Jealousy? Or was it fear? You had no idea.

"You're smart. I think you already know." She looked like she didn't want to talk about the subject anymore. You weren't sure if it was your father's presence, or Kylo's that deterred her from spouting any more honest truths.

Your mind went to Hux, and the words he had so freely spoken before dinner had you wondering. Calling Ren your father's right hand man, the problem solver.... a rabid animal.  You knew your family was bad. By conventional terms with a modern sense of morality, they were evil.

Criminals, murderers, extortioners, torturers, tax-evading, wealth-hording, gun-shipping, drug-running psychopaths to be exact.

And as bad as you all were, everyone in the Snoke manor was scared of only one person; your father. He was a much older man now, and though he still held a significant amount of power over everyone in the house - it appeared he now had passed the torch on. All physical bouts and messy jobs were now Kylo's to execute, and it seemed he did them perfectly.

You had never seen or heard of him before. You wondered how new he was exactly, and how quick he had risen in the ranks to become your fathers most trusted man. He would have had to prove himself immensely, and the concept of what that possibly entailed both scared and intrigued you. You wondered what types of violence your father found to be grounds for proof of trust.

You made a mental note to ask Armitage how long he had been around, along with a few others things flying around your brain. Weirdly, they were all questions about Kylo Ren.

You decided to cool your thoughts, and continue small talk with Gwen. You asked about your brother, and what her new schedule was like since it hadn't appeared he had changed much. She confirmed that she spent most of her nights at Starkiller, watching your brother party with his friends.

You shared a few jokes at the expense of your family, especially when Lyon lost a game of pool and almost snapped the pool cue over his knee in anger. A glare from your father and his anger simmered down almost immediately. You finished your cigarette, though enjoying talking with Gwen you were thoroughly over this fucking situation. A drunk sausage fest with your family in which none of them even wanted to talk to you, to spend time with you. Your father could hardly stand the sight of you.  

You gave him the benefit of the doubt - he had buried his daughter today, and looking at the face of your other estranged one was certainly not a priority he had to have. You expected nothing on arrival, and had already had a few days of drama free bliss. Really, your sisters death had the opposite reaction on your Dad than you thought it would.

You supposed you would enjoy it while you could. You thought it was going to be utter chaos here, loud arguments between you and your father, leading to a crescendo in which you would be forced to leave once more.

You decided to bid Gwen goodnight, finishing your drink in two big gulps you braved the walk to your father. Zig zagging around your brothers and the Snoke enforcers, you found your way to your Dad and Kylo. His eyes were focused on the drink in his hand, amber liquid swirling in a glass slowly. Kylo noticed you before he did.

"Dad?" You pulled him out of his reverie and he looked up. "I think I'm going to head to bed, I’m not use to New York time yet."

"Oh." He nodded, "Okay. Sleep well, kid."    

You gave the faintest smile, eyes shooting to Kylo who stared you up and down. A curious look behind his eyes - like he knew you were lying. Though your father seemed completely fooled. You left immediately, trying to ignore the awkward goodbye with your father, you snuck out the doors and headed to your bedroom.

Checking your phone, it was only about 10 p.m. You figured jetlag would set in eventually, but after today’s days events you felt wide awake. You didn't want to go to sleep yet. Maybe you couldn't.

You shed out of your funeral clothes, getting changed into something far more comfortable. A white cropped t-shirt, dark jeans, and your trusted leather jacket. Slipping on some fresh socks and swapping you shoes for your black doc martins. You checked your appearance in the mirror before sighing. You looked good considering everything you had been through today. 

Usually you looked like shit.

Grabbing keys, money, phone and smokes you locked your bedroom door, turned off the light and left out the window. It may have been almost ten years since you had done this, but it was a tried and true trick for sneaking out when you had more than 10 people staying at your house at any given time. Especially when some of those people's job were specifically to make sure people didn't get in or out without the family's knowledge. There was no way in hell you were going to make it out the front door without anyone finding out.

Or worse, Kylo.

You were hellbent on deterring his body-guarding for as long as you could; hopeful it would serve as eventual proof to your father that you did not need to be looked after. You didn't even want to think about how uncomfortable he made you feel.

Not in a bad way, you weren't scared of him like everyone seemed to be. But being in such close proximity was jarring in a certain way, despite his stoic, murderous presence, you couldn't stop staring at his face. At that scar, at those deep, brown eyes.

And at those lips.

He was hot, in an unconventional way, and you almost never found men sexy. For this reason alone you wanted to stay as far away as possible. You didn't even want to broach the reason of whatever the fuck had you thinking about Kylo Ren's lips.

There was a large trellis that covered almost the whole wall underneath your window. Covered by thick ivy vines that sprawled up most of the 3 story Snoke manor, you used this to sneak in and out of your room up until you were sent off to boarding school. And even when you came back for a Christmas once. It was a trick you had learned from watching Mallory sneak out when you were younger.  

You poked your head out first, making sure you couldn't see anyone on a perimeter watch, another thing your father's lackeys did sometimes. Seeing the coast was clear, you positioned your feet and then moved out, leaving your window open for entry later. Making sure your footing was placed carefully and with a strong grip, you made your way down the side of the house. Your bedroom was on the second floor, though your house was notorious for high ceilings and you were pretty high up off the ground. Adrenaline kicked in and cooler heads prevailed as you made the climb down to the ground. Once your feet touched the grass underneath your window, you breathed a sigh of relief.

The garage was big enough to house all the vehicles of the multiple people who lived at your house. The entrance was under the south wing of the house, which was an easy, quick walk from your room. You made it there in a minute or two, careful to stay away from windows in case you were seen by anyone randomly gazing out. Opening the last garage door, the one that housed your precious car, you hopped in and started it up. Leaving the lights off, you shifted gears and made it out onto the driveway. Careful that anyone looking out a window or wandering around the property wouldn't be alerted by bright car lights. You were trying very hard not to be seen and you were hoping your hard work was going to pay off.

You had spent years perfecting this technique of Mallory’s.

You drove down the long, winding driveway guided by moonlight alone, until you reached the end. You flicked your lights on and took the exit onto the road. You exhaled a deep breath, one you didn't know you were holding. Paranoia relieved a little bit as you made your way down the street, your eyes still glanced at the rear view mirror looking for car lights that might follow.

You were half worried that Kylo would be trailing you, someone seeing you slinking around the property in the dark and sneaking out would definitely pique interest. You didn't want a bodyguard, especially one who's presence made you uneasy. In which way in particular, you weren't sure. But you wanted to be alone right now. 

You had been alone for years and years on end before this moment - what had changed now that you needed a bodyguard? Mallory's death? Most likely. Being back in the country could've proved you to be an easier target too, you guessed.

However, you had been gone for so many years, and being the black sheep of the family did provide one comfort - no one outside the family really knew who you were.  You were a taboo subject, rarely talked about and never seen. You weren't involved in the family business like your brother's were, and didn't go to classy fundraisers and socialite parties like Mallory did.  

Not to mention you took Brazilian jiu jitsu for years when you were a kid - and you remembered some shit. You weren't lying when you tried to convince your father that you would be fine on your own.

It didn't take long to enter the city, and then find the towering skyscraper that was the Finalizer. It was a tall, dark building with gothic architecture encompassing the facade, contrasted beautifully with its elaborate but minimalist, neutral toned interior. A 5 star safe haven for the rich, famous and criminally inclined. Your father had made sure whatever secrets were experienced within, never had a chance of escape.

You pulled your vehicle into the valet area, shifting into park you hardly had enough time to grab your stuff before a young man opened your door for you.

“Welcome to the Finalizer, ma'am.”

You gave a half smile in thanks, walking forward to the grandiose gold double doors that served as the entrance. Another young man opened them with a smile, welcoming you to the hotel.

Gold light from over hanging chandeliers illuminated the room. Bright mosaic patterns intertwined with white marble made up the floor. An expansive room with nothing but elevators behind a desk with two more people behind it. You were glad you remembered the pass code, unwanting to make conversation with people you didn't know. Not today.

You made a beeline straight for the elevator, stepping into the mirrored room, throwing a smile at the girl behind the desk as you passed. The numbers for all the floors were illuminated by a dim light, the top 3 floors reserved penthouses for permanent residences given out by your father. The very top floor was for family, a sort of unusual halfway house. For when his children couldn’t stand being near him but lacked the funds to move into their own abode. It was Roman's home once upon a time, then it was empty save for the odd weekend or two when your brothers were too drunk to leave the city, and then eventually Mallory’s home. You didn't know what your father was going to do with it now. If your sisters body hadn't been found in it then you would have been tempted to move in.

Although, depending on how bad it got at home - maybe you could be easily convinced.

A small keypad was situated next to the floor buttons, and you entered the pass code for your sisters floor, something that wasn't required of irregular hotel stayers who had simple key cards for their rooms.

The elevator rode all the way to the top, and you were lucky to be alone. The surge of the lift paired with the g-force, you felt your heartbeat rapidly fasten. You tried to peg its inception down to the anxiety that now clouded your mind. You were about to enter your sister's apartment after all.

The last place she was when she was alive.

You remembered your father telling you the place had been cleaned after the forensic evidence had been collected. You hadn't been here in so long that you hardly remembered it. You were shipped off to boarding school long before you were old enough to spend drunken weekends here.  

The doors to the elevator opened right up into the apartment. Separating with a 'ding' it revealed the almost pitch black penthouse. A little stream of light from the lift exposed a golden beam down the otherwise dark hallway. You turned the torch on your phone to it's brightest setting, walking out into the penthouse. The doors shut behind you as you found the light switch, and the penthouse was suddenly bathed in light.  

Tall, white walls of the hallway gave way to an open planned penthouse. Floor to ceiling glass revealed the neon New York skyline below. The spacious living room gave way to a kitchen on the far left and bedrooms on the far right. A garden laden outside area showed numerous seating with a table, a hot tub, and an infinity pool that disappeared off the edge.

It was clad in dark fabrics and white paint. A shiny, new, modern penthouse that was starkly different than the Snoke manor. It was sparse with furniture, minimalist in its decor; simple but effectively pretty. Mallory had kept the place nice and tidy, artwork and pictures littered the penthouse walls, giving it a burst of colour that was proof of her bubbly personality living here.

You shed your jacket, throwing it over the back of the couch, your items discarded along with it. Your eyes darted around the apartment, eager to find something out of place, unusual enough that you would notice. Though, your lack of experience with the space provided some trouble.

Mallory had taught you a lot growing up - how to escape down a trellis on the side of the house to avoid being detected was one of them. One of the others was having a good hiding spot.

Andrew Snoke was a controlling father growing up, especially with his daughters. And even more so with his favorite, Mallory. You didn't blame her for turning to drugs in her turbulent youth, not with the pressure she was under. Your brothers had done all that and worse and they hadn't been crucified for it.

And because of all of that, Mallory had taught you that hallowed out books, sun-glass cases in underwear drawers, and envelopes behind hung pictures were all great hiding spots.

You made your way to the bedrooms, finding the master that Mallory called hers. Everything was clean, put away, though a glance at the walk-in closet and the mass of designer dresses it was easy to deduce her presence. There was a large bed in the middle, side tables either side. Various artwork hung on the walls and the long, wooden shelf in the room was littered with pictures of her and her friends.

You noticed a few of them by face, probably knew all of them by name the amount she talked about them - though you couldn't tell who was who. Mallory's smiling face was what caught your eyes and cause you to still. Shining, bright eyes and a wide smile that you were familiar with. One that you would never see again. Your throat tightened at the thought.

You darted over to the side tables with purpose, to forget the overwhelming sadness creeping into your mind and replace it with something productive instead. You rifled through its contents, opening drawers and quickly sifting through objects. Pushing things to the side you safely checked for a false bottom of each shelf, but found nothing in particular. Moisturizers, sleep masks, and a pack of cigarettes - though nothing special.

You continued your rampage through her room, looking behind artwork hung on the walls, looking under the bed, under the pillows, in between the mattress and the bed frame, then moving to the closet. You checked in her boots, making sure nothing was concealed in there, before becoming desperate and looking in her shoe boxes and the pockets of her coats. Heaving a sigh of contempt, and resigning to the notion that there was nothing in this room you decided to move on.

You made your way to the kitchen - checking cereal boxes, and the freezer, large tins that she kept nestled in the pantry. You checked anything and everything you thought could be a possibility, but nothing seemed suspicious. Nothing was awkwardly placed, nothing moved every so often that dirt patterns formed; everything was normal.

You ventured over to the living room. You checked behind the artwork first, and behind one you find a safe built into the wall. Your interest was piqued momentarily before realizing these were in all your fathers properties - and housed usually large amounts of cash, jewels, important legal documents and the like. You were looking for something in particula, and figured it would not be inside a safe your father had access to. 

You knew Mallory kept a journal, she had as a teenager, and once she grew up and tried to stay sober she had one documenting her thoughts. Something her sponsor told her might be able to help with her sobriety. You hoped if anything her diary would hold some impertinent information. Anything.

However, you were not inclined to think a diary she wrote in everyday was kept in a safe in the living room. Too many processes for something so ridiculous as a journal. You figured she was still like she was growing up - in that she preferred to hide things from the prying men in our family - but she wouldn't go to those lengths. Not if our father had the code to said safe.

You would ask him about it later, but resigned to not give up. It had to be somewhere. You were confident it was not in the safe.

A large flat screen was set against the wall, a wide fireplace underneath. Built into the wall either side were some bookcases, not housing anything but photos, some CDs, and ornaments that Mallory had collected over the years that obviously meant something to her. And a card from you, from her last birthday. Nothing pretty or pink, or particularly special but simply declaring your love for your sister.

You placed it back on the shelf, eyes moving over to a trophy from Mallory's high school days, a cheer-leading trophy, sitting next to it a picture of her winning prom queen, next to her tiara that she blatantly kept. You smiled, if only at the ridiculous nature and stark reality of how different you two were. Things she cared about weren't even on your radar - you two didn't have anything in common. Lived on different continents in fact, and still the two of you got together and it was some of the only moments you felt you were truly happy. You would drink, or maybe smoke a little pot together and would end up in stitches of laughter, faces and sides burning in pain. You were definitely going to miss her humor.

A smile curved your lips and you glanced over, eyes catching a gold trophy that caused you to still. You had seen it before, you remembered it briefly, and as your eyes shot down to the engraved tag, it read your name.

Your hands gripped the trophy, a gold metal showing a girl doing a roundhouse kick in a martial arts stance. "Holy shit." The words flew from your mouth without thought.

Mallory had kept it.

~~~~

You and competed in over 6 different competitions, fought in over 22 different matches, becoming the champion for Brazilian Jiu Jitsu in the tri-state area for girls under 18. And you were only 13 years old at the time.

Years and years of rigorous training had led to this point, years of your youth spent on grueling grappling techniques and perfecting your punches. To this referee now announcing your name, a round of applause from all the parents in the stands stung your ears. He shook your hand, handing you the trophy. A flash from a camera blinded you momentarily, and you searched for familiar faces in the crowd.

Your eyes locked with Mallory's. She was standing up, clapping as hard as she could, a proud smile on her face. You looked at the seat next to her - reserved for your father.

It was empty.

Your heart dropped. You mustered a smile, praying for it to be over so you could go back to the changing rooms and release the tears that pooled in the corner of your eyes.

You locked your gaze with Mallory once more, and noticing the look on your face, and you glancing at the empty seat next to her, her mouth uttered an apology, providing a sincere look.

You bit your lip, squeezing the trophy as hard as you could in your hands until it was over. Once you were clapped off the stage with the girl who came 2nd and 3rd place, you ran to the changing rooms to find a lonely corner you could get out of your fighting robes.

You prayed for the tears to go away, to any God who was out there that could show one ounce of mercy to you. But no one answered. You were alone, and once one tear fell it was hard to stop the rest. Your father couldn't even come to your championship fight? He never devoted any time to you ever, and you were doing this because it made him vaguely proud in some way. Even still, he couldn't give you one second of his fucking time?

He had given you nothing, and you had done this all for him.

You sniffled, throwing your bag over your shoulder and haphazardly slipping your shoes on, you exited the changing room to meet Mallory outside the stadium.

"Oh my god! Congratulations!" She swept you up in a hug, perfume wafting through your nostrils, your face was buried in her blonde hair. "First place? Hell yes!"

You scoffed. "Yeah..."

She dampened at the sight of you, facade falling slightly. "Oh, come on, kid. Let's go get some ice cream, my shout."

"I don't know," you hitched the bag up your shoulder, "I don't really feel like ice cream."

She sighed, stepping forward to grab your hand that clutch the trophy. "I'm so sorry he didn't come, okay, but-"

"Did he say why?"

"Well, he just said he was busy and he had to-"

"He's always too busy." You interrupted her again. "He doesn't give a shit about me. I haven't seen him in weeks, and he's the one that put me into this martial arts bullshit!"

Mallory's weakening facade was demolished, and she burst into tears. "I'm so sorry."

You sighed deeply, though it had been evident you had been crying you chastised her regardless. "Why are you crying?"

"Because," she wiped her tears away, shifting her large handbag further up her shoulder, "Because I'm sorry. I'm sorry for Dad, for how he is and how he treats you." You weren't sure how but it seemed like she got even more upset. "And I'm sorry that I was fortunate enough to be nourished by her growing up and you were too young to experience-"

"Whatever." You cut her off again, before she could finish, she was crying with sympathy, empathy, whatever the fuck it was that caused her tears. If she finished her sentence you knew you would be reduced to the same fate. "Can you please take me home? I'm done."

You glanced over to the side, a stadium bin free standing. You walked over, taking one last look at the trophy before you threw it into the trash can. You glanced at Mallory, and then walked to the car park where she had her vehicle.You didn’t look back.

~~~

The two of you had made your way home, driving in silence. You remembered that day vividly now. Mallory was 8 years older than you were, so she had her license, and her own car. A whole life of her own. She was in college, eager to drink and socialize with her friends.

And then something changed.

You had never been close when you were younger, but after that day she had made a gratuitous effort of being in your life. Of supporting you emotionally and providing wisdom and comfort when you needed it. Of being a constant in your life, even when you left for boarding school. She was the only lifeline you had in this family. She had taken the role of father, and mother, and adopted those qualities to try give you a better life.

And she had kept it.

You clutched the trophy in your hands, even tighter. She must have picked it out of the trash, put it in her handbag and then followed you to the car.

And she kept it all this time. Never telling you about it, never trying to offer it back to you. She kept it as a proud memento on a shelf in her living room for herself. Your throat tightened, your lip trembling as you felt tears gather in your eyes. You couldn't hold it back, irrevocable sadness you had been keeping at a simmer turned into full on misery. You wept for times passed, over memories you shared with Mallory and the reality that you would never create any more. You cried over the possibility of the suspicious circumstances that surrounded her death, that someone could have taken her away from you before her time.

And you cried because you were alone, once again.

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Masterlist

Star wars

Armitage Hux

Fight for me

 Kylo ren

 Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby

Welcome to the world

Best Friends

Fucking dreaming

Marvel

Loki Odinson

Mischief and Victory MASTERLIST

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[solohux]

Ares Hux-Ren on his first mission, please! If it is not too vague for a prompt.

Ares has been waiting for this day for a long time.

He’s been nagging his parents for years to grant him permission to fly solo, both figuratively and literally. He craved the freedom that should come with the later teenage years but instead, constantly found himself on the receiving end of one of his mother’s soft looks and a ‘not yet’ spoken in his clipped, Arkanisian accent. Father had agreed, calming Ares when he became frustrated at the grounding.

But on the eve of his eighteenth birthday, his parents give him the gift of leading his own group of troopers on a mission. Thrilled, Ares has leapt up and hugged them both, promising them that he wouldn’t let them down.

Then Hux revealed to him that it would be reconnaissance only; no lightsaber, no furious violence, nothing that Ares is actually good at. His mission is to travel to Minala and survey the old Rebellion hub located in one of the dense forests and see if they can find anything that will lead them to the Resistance.

“I’ll show them,” Ares mutters to himself as he stands in the hangar bay of the Finalizer, making sure that his cloak sits proudly on his shoulders and his lightsaber is clipped to his belt.

“Commander Hux-Ren.” Ares looks up, liking how the title sounds even if it is coming from his mother’s mouth. His parents have, of course, come to see him off on his first mission.

“Grand Marshal,” Ares greets, saluting to his superiors. “Supreme Leader.”

Neither Hux nor Kylo can hide their smiles as they take in their son’s outfit, something that is incredibly similar to Kylo’s outfit when he first met Hux almost two decades ago—minus the helmet.

“My boy,” Hux says softly, stepping forward to place a hand on Ares’s shoulder before taking him into an embrace.

“Mum,” Ares chastises, trying to wiggle free. “The troopers are looking!”

“I’m hugging my son,” Hux snaps back, refusing to release Ares from his arms. “If they take issue with that then I shall punish them accordingly.”

Ares rolls his eyes, looking to his father for help but Kylo just shrugs, knowing better than to interrupt Hux when he’s showering their son with affection. After a few more embarrassing moments, Hux pulls away and tucks a piece of Ares’s hair behind his ear.

“Be safe,” he says. “And remember, this is surveillance only, Ares. Nothing else. If you get into trouble, we’re in orbit to help.”

“I’ll be fine,” Ares nods confidently. “But Mum. Dad. You know I can do better than this. I can fight. I want to fight!”

“You will, starbright,” Kylo says, stepping to Hux’s side. “One day soon. Think of this as your first mission but with training wheels. You’ve never been in charge of your own unit before.”

“But I’ve seen you and Mum lead one a thousand times.”

“Seeing it and doing it are on different levels, Ares,” Hux interjects. “Everyone’s first mission is reconnaissance.”

“Dad’s wasn’t.”

Hux huffs, “Every officer’s, then. Your father thinks he’s the exception to every rule in the book.”

“I am,” Kylo remarks. “Especially the rules in your book.”

“Anyway,” Hux gives Kylo a shove away when he tries to steal a quick kiss, much to Ares’s disgust. “I don’t doubt your skills with the Force, Ares. But you have to walk before you can run.”

Ares sighs, “Fine.”

“Think of how well you’ll do on your next solo mission once you’ve got the experience of this one under your belt.”

“I suppose.”

“There’s a good lad,” Hux says, placing a kiss on his son’s forehead. “Now, Commander. It seems that your troops are ready for you.”

Ares turns, seeing his twelve troopers standing in mirrored formation at the foot of the shuttle’s landing ramp, saluting at their mission leader. Ares takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders.

“May the Force be with you, Commander Hux-Ren,” Kylo says.

“Thank you, sir,” Ares replied. “I...I won’t let you down, Dad. Mum.”

“We know you won’t,” Hux says quietly, Kylo nodding along in agreement. “Go on.”

It takes a lot of energy for Ares to suppress his want to skip to the shuttle and exclaim in glee. He remains professional and proud, walking with his head held high as he walks through the lines of troopers and up into the shuttle, then the troopers follow him once he’s on board.

Even as the ship departs, he can feel his parents’ proudness radiating to him through the Force. Regardless of the nature of the mission, he’s going to do his best.

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Due to the response, I decided to write out the continuation of Ares and Cal as brothers (I was a bit mean to leave it at a cliffhanger). Plus, I realized too late that I had forgotten to add Arabelle into the mix; let’s just pretend she was away at a base in the previous post

Here’s the previous post: X

When Cal opens his eyes again, Ares’ red lightsaber is only inches away from beheading him. He feels a sense of relief: his faith had not be misplaced. As Cal rises, Ares lowers his weapon.

Thank you for trusting me Cal says but Ares scoffs

Don’t think for a minute that I trust you. You tell the truth but truth does not buy trust. We’re related but for all I care, you're rebel scum. But, as much as I hate to say it, I need your help to save my parents. 

From there, they plan. What they decide is to pretend that Ares manages to capture Cal alive and then present him to Snoke. When the time was right, the two of them would strike and kill him and then release Kylo and Hux. After putting Cal in force-dampening cuffs (with a few wires pulled so it doesn’t actually dampen Cal’s force sensitivity), they make their way back to the Finalizer. 

They get back with little trouble and none of the officers or Stormtoopers bat an eye when Ares pulls Cal from his ship and starts to drag him in the direction of Snoke’s throne room. But before they make it, the two boys are suddenly dragged into an empty conference room. 

Ares is about to bark and cuss out the person when he realizes it was Arabelle, his sister, that had dragged him and Cal in. She and Ares begin to argue, Arabelle scolding her brother and discussing Cal (with Cal awkwardly standing nearby, probably thinking hello, I’m here too) while Ares defends the choices he made. When they finally cool down, Ares and Cal convince Arabelle to go along with their plan, knowing that her intelligence would come in handy in freeing their parents and defeating Snoke. 

Arabelle seems uncomfortable with the plan but eventually, with a little pushing from Ares, she agrees to help them. They continue to the throne room and Cal feels himself growing nervous. He’s nervous for the plan but more than anything, he’s nervous due to the possibility that he’ll be able to see his parents for the first time. For so long, they were only images, created in his mind from photos and stories But now, he had names, he had seen his parents in recent film stolen from the Order and they were here, on this ship. 

Only days ago, he had only his grandparents. Now, he had a father, mother and siblings. A full family

But could they truly be a family?

Cal’s mind wandering ends when the three of them step into the red room, Snoke seated on his throne, his guards ever present. 

When Snoke sees the three entering, he immediately begins to speak. He scolds Ares, saying he knew that he wouldn’t be able to kill Cal, but he is happy to see that Cal is still alive. And then Snoke elaborates on his plan, pulling Cal closer with the Force

While Ares was gone, Snoke had discovered Cal’s psychometry, his ability to acquire information about events or people when touching an object. Were Cal to join the Order, he would be a great asset. Snoke makes an offer to Cal to join the Order and use his powers to further its mission.

Cal refuses. 

So Snoke tries again but this time, he adds that, should Cal join, he’ll release his parents and he could finally be with his full family. 

Cal falters for a moment. Growing up, he had always wished he had gotten a chance to know his parents. He had always wanted siblings. He had imagined what his life would’ve been like had his parents stayed together, had his mother not turned. He had wanted it so much. So much. 

And yet...

No, Cal answers

We shall see. We shall see. Snoke says ominously as he reaches out his hand, using the Force to torture Cal. He howls in pain as Snoke says the pain will stop if he joins them. Cal falls to the floor when Snoke lowers his hand, giving his small moment of reprieve. Ares and Cal make eye contact and they both know. 

It is time.

Cal rises to his feet and stares Snoke directly in the eye

I’ll never join you.

He breaks his chains and pulls his lightsaber forth, ready to carry out the final phase of the plan. But before Cal can begin his attack, before he can even move, his body locks as the shock of a stun baton hits him. He falls to the floor and sees Ares fall too. Before his vision turns black, he sees Arabelle looking down at him, a stun baton in her hand. 

[ao3feed--kylux]

Captured by Destiny

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by JinAlike

Hux and Kylo are captured by the Resistance after they attempt to destroy their newly made base on D’Qar. In prison, they are cut off from the world and forced to work together. They are bonded together by horrible acts forced upon them within their jail cell. It becomes up to them to forge ahead and create the future they want for themselves. Of course, there are a few surprises along the way...

OR

Kylux is captured, forced to do naughty things to each other, and they realize they make a good pair.

More warnings and such inside. Please enjoy!

Words: 880, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Phasma (Star Wars), Rey (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Chewbacca (Star Wars)

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Kylux - Freeform, After TLJ, Canon Compliant, Kinda, non-con elements, poe and Finn make bad choices, Leia loves her son, Kylo Ren Needs a Hug, Kylo loves his mom, Possessive Hux, prison isn’t nice to kylux, Darth Tantrum and his Evil Space Ginger, m-preg, Kylux has a baby, Ares Hux-Ren, Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Bottom Armitage Hux, Top Kylo Ren, Switching, Oral Sex, Non-con voyeurism, Manipulative Sheev Palpatine, angry rey, Idiots with Feelings, let the past die Kylo, Hux POV, Phasma doesn’t die at the end of TLJ, Millicent the cat - Freeform

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