#then along came hux

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Hard Ren

Porn Star! Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Summary: Hard Ren is known for not cumming during his scenes until now.

A/N: I'm biting on the bars of my enclose while i write this.

Warning: NSFW, spitting, choking, role playing, rough, happy ending, ladies we are porn stars too!

Word Count: 3.3K

Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Anyone who watches porn knows who Hard Ren is. 

Hard Ren is known to have stamina like a fucking animal. He fucks like one and he’s good at it but what he is worldly known for is he never cums when he fucks. When he does cum it’s only when he’s masturbating.

Yeah, a porn star who doesn’t cum when fucking other people. Hard Ren has done interviews about it. He jokes about it and tells them that his cock hasn’t found the right person yet. This sparks something with the female porn star community because they all want to make him cum. None of them ever succeeded. 

“Kylo.” The dark haired man looked up from his phone when his manager, Hux stopped the car. 

“We’re here.” Kylo follows Hux out of the car and into the studio to his dressing room. Kylo performs his usual preparation before filming. 200 pushup and crutches. He curls his 150 pounds dumbbells along with lifting his barbell while Hux tells him more about the person he’s going to fuck. Kylo was in the middle of a rep when he heard Hux mumbling the name of the porn star. 

“What’s her name again?” 

“She’s new, you probably haven’t heard of her but she has a fan base already. Not ugly like the last one” Hux told him while typing on his phone. 

Finishing his usual preparation and getting dressed with the clothes laid out for him, Hux walks with him to the set. Kylo was fixing the sleeves of his blue jean button down shirt. He goes into the mind set as a teacher, that was the script. He's done this multiple times, he plays the college professor and the girl plays the student looking for extra credit. 

His head shot up when he heard laughter. Director Phasma is standing next to a woman. Phasma is showing her the story board with a pleased look. When he saw you, he’s starstruck, since you were the one that he watches when he does his masturbating videos. He plays it cool, of course but the moment you give you a smile. His cock is already hard. His most viewed video of him masturbating was thanks to you. He came on his chest to the video of you on a bed with your legs spread and your cunt of full display. He liked your moans and how you pout while playing with yourself. 

“I like your work.” You tell him as Hux and Phasma speak on the set. You look up at the 6’3 dark haired man while playing with your fingers nervously. 

Excitement ran up and down your body at the sight of him. “I like yours too.” 

You smile at his words. He runs a hand through his hair with a chuckle. “Especially the one with you on the bed.” 

"There's a lot of me on the bed." You said jokingly and he laughs. "I like them all." 

You blush at his words. He had seen your work. When the camera was ready, you and him got into place. 

“Please, Professor Hard Ren. I need this extra credit. I won’t pass the semester.” You begged him as you walked towards him. Ren was leaning against the edge of the desk with his arms crossed around his chest. You played with the bottom button of his shirt

“There might be something you can do for me.” Ren said, wrapping his arm around you pulling you close to him. 

“I’ll do anything.” You whispered as he leaned down, his large hands pulling the dress up to your hips. 

“Anything?” He asks as he cups your ass, giving it a good and hard squeeze for the camera, making you moan. He pulls you close to his chest as he tugs the thong to the side. 

“Fuck.” You hear him whisper.

About to do what you do best, you start to tug on his belt. Ren leans back when he notices what you were doing. He helps you while you unzip the black slack and goes down on your knees in front of him. Your mouth drops open as you stare up at him as you pull the slacks down to his ankles. He’s in full commando, and his cock almost smacks you in the face if you haven’t caught it first. His cock was thick and pink, his fat head is begging to be licked. 

Ren groans at the sight of your little pink tongue licking his cock. He grips the edge of the desk when you spit on his cock and start to use your spit as lube to start jerking him off with both hands. He tries his best to not shut his eyes because he wants to see you. He wants to see the moment you put his fat cock inside that little mouth. 

He moans out loud when you start to suck his cock, gagging, his thick girth stretching your mouth. 

“Fuckk.” Ren moans when he starts to move his hips forward, he uses a hand to hold the back of your head. He feels his balls tighten up when he sees your eyes filling up with tears. His thighs are wet from the drool and spit. He can see the spit dripping off the corner of your mouth. 

“Yes, gonna give you a good grade. Keep sucking you teacher's cock.” He tells you as you bob your head up and down on his cock. He sees your pretty face start to turn red and he pulls you off of his cock. He grabs his cock and pats it against your cheek then trace your lips with the head of his cock. 

“Open your mouth, show me that fucking tongue.” You obey and he taps the head of his cock on your tongue. 

“You’re so fucking hot. You know that.” Ren leans down to take your arms. Helping you up, you were shocked when he cups your cheek, bringing your face up close to him. He kisses you while he gently pushes against the desk making you sit on the edge

You look at him with wide eyes when he pulls away from your lips. He takes his shoes off and removes his pants as well. For a moment you forget about the camera when he takes his shirt off. He looks so good on video but in person, this man was sculpted. You can see every beauty mark on his skin. Looking at his abs, you looked further down, passing the light happy trail, you can see a vein aiming down to his cock. It took all the strength in you to not throw yourself in the ground to lick it. His cock stood out, proud and hard. 

He gets near you, grabbing you by the chin and kisses you again. He makes you spread your legs, pushing the dress up. He lets the camera panel over at your pussy when he pushes the thong to the side. Running his thick fingers run up and down your slick slit.

You don’t even pay attention to the camera behind him. His thick fingers rub your clit making you moan as he kneels down in front of your cunt. You feel those thick fingers slide into you.

He’s a messy and fast eater when it comes to pussy, he knows it but right now. He takes his time, he sees your cunt so many times while he comes. He couldn’t believe you were right in front of him. Looking so pretty with legs spread and your pussy practically pulsing. He kisses your mound enjoying the scent of your musk. He grins at the sound of you gasp when his nose hits your clit. He presses his lips against your lips. Licking your slick, he gets hard by how good you taste. 

He grins against your cunt when moan loudly. Your moans are heavenly to him, it sounds real and not fake as the others. He feels your fingers through his hair as you gently push his face against your cunt. Ren is pumping himself as he licks your cunt, he savors your taste. He looks up when he hears you call for him. He feels his heart flip inside his ribcage when you look down at him. He whines when your hand on his hair goes down to cup his face. Ren doesn't let you speak, he quickly stands up from his knees to kiss you.

You look over his shoulder when he starts to kiss your neck. Phasma waves her hand at you, signaling you that it's fine you didn't have to say your line. You couldn’t do it even if you tried. Ren was taking control, removing your dress for you. 

“Prettiest fucking tits.” He says as he leans down to kiss your breast. You blush when he practically pulls the desk close to him so he can get near you. 

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He says as he looks at you, his hands grab a hold of your hips, spreading your legs open. 

“You can.” You told him looking up at him with a smirk, batting your eyelashes. 

“I’ll do anything for a good grade, Professor Ren.” You said as your hands grabbed his throbbing cock, slowly jerking him off, rubbing the tip of his cock with your thumb. 

“Jesus Christ.” Ren moans when you use the other hand to grasp his balls, pulling them softly. You watched as he stood still as you kept touching him, he threw his head back, you bit your bottom lip as you watched his tense up. 

“Come here.” He tells you, you gasped when he wrapped your legs around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he picks you up from the desk and walked over the couch on the other side of the office set. You hear him whisper close to your ear, he tells you to relax, he won’t drop you. 

The camera zooms on to your ass when Ren sits down on the couch, holding you tight on his lap. His big hands grasp your ass, pulling your cheeks apart showing your holes.

“Can I ride you, please?” You asked him and he grins, nodding as he leans back a bit. He smiles when he notices the excitement on your face. Quickly getting back to work, he groans as you spit on his cock, rubbing it up and down on his shaft. 

“Just like that.” He praised you when you rose up and gently sat on his cock. His eyes never left your face, he wanted to see that look on your face when his fat cock splits you open. He bites his bottom lip when he sees your face, that same face you give to the camera when your pussy is being stuffed.

He holds your hips when you start to bounce on his cock. He thrust upward making you cry out, he grins and does it again. You place a hand on his chest, making him stay in place but Ren being much bigger than you does it again making you whine. 

“Can’t take it? Huh? Can't take your professor's big cock?” Ren asks you. He chuckles when you nod, pushing yourself on his chest then sliding back down. He grabs your arms pulling into his chest as he grunts sliding further down on the couch so the camera can go under him. 

“Good girl.” He shouts as he started thrusting upward like crazy making you moan as he fucks you hard. Your ass bounces every time he thrusted up to you. Your poor pussy being stretched wide up, the camera zooms in to see Ren’s cock sliding in and out of your pussy. Your slick is running down his shaft to his balls. 

Your face is squished against his hard chest as he rams into you. He holds you down with one arm and the other, he brings it up to your face making him look up at you. 

His nose bumps with yours and you see him going in for a kiss. 

“You feel so good.” You whispered against his lips then kiss him. You moan when his hand grips your hair making you wince when he pulls it. 

He shakes his head, “No, you do.” He licks his lips as he continues with his thrusts. He hears you moan loudly, it sounds so soft exactly like the video he uses of you. 

“Rub your pussy for me.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond. You squeal when he grabs you and pushes himself up. He lifts you and drops you on your back. The camera man moves standing behind him, zooming into your face. 

Spreading your legs wide, you’re smiling at Ren as he jerks himself off. His eyes are wide as he stares at you. He gets turned on even more by how much you're enjoying yourself, looking so pretty rubbing your cunt in front of him. You bring your knees to your chest as close as you can. Your arms go under your knees and you rub your clit, giving it soft smack making you moan. 

Your fingers don't feel as good as his, you finger yourself while looking at him. He’s staring at your cunt then back at your face. You stick your tongue out at him as you give your cunt another slap making him groan. 

You’re giddy with excitement when he comes over to you, he man handles you pushing your knees further back and lowers himself. You squeal when he smacks the head of his cock on your cunt. 

“How bad do you want an A+?” He asks you, raising a brow at you. 

“Really bad, professor. I want it. Please.” You pouted at him. 

You know he does it on purpose, he just looks down at you with a smug look on his face as he slides his cock up and down your slit painfully slowly. You huff at him and grab his cock, surprising him. 

“I want that A+, sir!” You cry out pushing his cock at your entrance. You look at him with a pleading look and Ren thinks he just died and gone to heaven. 

You keep on surprising him, taking control like that, grabbing his cock like you own it. Fuck, you practically did already. All of his masturbation videos ended with him cumming so much because he was looking at your videos. Of course the viewers didn’t know that, the cameras were always aiming at him, at his lower half. 

“I’ll give you that A. Imma fucking give it to you.” You cry out when he thrusts into your cunt in one harsh thrust. Ren doesn’t pay attention to the camera under him, all he can stare is your face, your tits bouncing by his harsh thrusts. You were losing your grip under the your legs, trying your best to keep them to your chest. 

Ren wants to feel you cum, he wants you to cum on his cock. What a dream would that he thinks to himself as he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing your slick over it. He’s rough with it, making you grin as you shut your eyes with pleasure. 

“Chock me.” You cry to him as you open your eyes to stare up at him. 

“You like that?” You nod quickly as he complies to your request. Ren groans loudly when he feels you clench around him when he grabs a hold of your neck, he can feel your heartbeat and it just makes him goes faster. 

“Oh-h-h fuck! Shit!” Ren shouts he holds the couch with one hand as he goes balls deep in you. He feels you holding his arm, his grip around your neck tighten and he throws his head back when he feels you cum. 

You are crying his name and that was it for him. It broke him completely. 

“Can-can I cum in you?” He shouts as he looks back at you. You’re staring up at him with teary eyes still feeling the hard orgasm you just had. 

“Yes.” You said meekly, he removes his hand from your neck and holds your chin. Keeping your head in place, staring up at him as he thrust into your sloppy pussy. 

In the corner of your eye, you see the director and the crew staring at both of you with wide eyes as Ren groans loudly. You can’t help but whine when he does one last harsh thrust. He moves the couch and he keeps you in place as he fills your womb with his hot milky cum. 

“F-fuck.” Ren moans as he releases your chin and slouches a bit. He cups your face as he tries to catch his breath. His thumb runs over your bottom lip and you do something that you have been craving to do since you saw his hands. Grabbing a hold of his wrist you stick his thumb in your mouth, sucking it as you stare up at him. 

He feels his knees go weak and he pulls away and sits down next to you with a grunt. He has his head throw back over the couch as he sits there, with his limp cock. 

Ren hears the camera man tell you to keep your knees to your chest. Phasma praises you and he opens his eyes to see you. You’re playing with his cum, rubbing his cum all over your cunt and mound. 

“Fuck yeah.” A crew member whispers when you scoop Ren’s cum dripping from your fucked hole up to your lips. You made a moaning sound as you tasted it, licking your lips seductively as the camera pans over to your face.

You walk out of the shower, thanking god that Phasma was a saint when it came to her workers. She had a shower installed in the dressing rooms. You really didn’t want to go home with cum dripping out of you. Your manager had applaud to you and said Hard Ren just came because of you. 

Feeling amazing after the hot shower, you got dressed with the extra clothes your manager packed for you. Fixing your hair, you grabbed your phone, looking at the recent messages from your manager. You frowned because she had sent you a message saying that she was waiting for you in the parking lot then a few seconds later. She sent you a message saying there’s a surprise for you in the parking lot. 

You didn’t think much of it. You were still tired from having sex and you were starving. You just thought she was being like this because of the accomplishment you just did.

You walked to the exit still thinking about him, Ren. He was just as handsome in his videos and his cock was something to die for. You were feeling pretty good for making him cum. He looked so fucking hot cumming. 

Pushing the door open you walked to the parking lot and frowned when you saw your manager wasn’t there. 

“Hey.” You looked over your shoulder and saw Ren leaning against the building with a cigarette in his mouth. He’s wearing different clothes as well, dark jeans with boots and a graphic tee. He had a leather jacket on and his hair was damp. 

“Hi.” You answered back and he gave you a soft smile. 

“You hungry?” He asks, throwing the cigarette on the ground after blowing a puff of smoke. 

“Starving.” You tell him as he walks towards you. He bites his bottom lip and for a moment he looks a bit shy. 

“Me too. I know a place. Wanna come with me?” You nod at him and give him a smile. You start walking with him out of the parking lot when he tells you his first name, Kylo. 

[just-a-little-dragon]

Lasko sat with some of the other circus people before he heard the child chant.

"Fire trick! Fire trick! Fire trick!" They chanted, gripping onto Freelancers clothes and tugging.

"I can't do the fire trick-" they laughed.

"Fire trick?" Hux chuckled. "What's thw fire trick?"

This only encouraged the kids to get louder, and even some climbed up Freelancers' bodies.

"Cmon love. Show them." Freelancers mother chuckled, holding a bottle of whiskey.

"Mama. Are you serious?"

"C'mon, little star!" Their brother laughed. "Do the fire trick."

"Ugh. Fine. Off you guys." Freelancer sighed as they shook off the child who cheered. Their jacket came off, and they held their hands out. "Feel my hands, alright? No heat, no nozzle or hose. No, nothing."

Lasko couldn't help but lean forward in anticipation, also curious for the fire trick.

"What if I said. I can make fire. With magic."

Lasko watched as the kids slowly sat down, eyes on Freelancer before they took a shot glass from their mother.

"This is whiskey. It's adult juice and you guys don't get some. Alright? Now watch carefully."

Lasko watched as they took the shot but held it in their mouth, showing off their hands again before cupping their mouth and blowing.

"How'd you learn to do that?" Damien scoffed. "I don't remember that trick during the games.

Lasko gasped and fell back into his seat as a large plume of fire erupted from their mouth.

"Woah!" Damien yelped.

Lasko felt his mouth drop as he clapped along with everyone. Freelancer only bowed and nodded.

"Thank you. Thank you! Here for a limited time."

"That was incredible." Hux laughed.

"You kidding? Little star has been perfecting that one since the lantern incident."

"Thw waht?"

"The nothing!" Freelancer laughed.

[raparopa]

Hello! May I request general hux with a resistance reader who saves him like he's all bleeding out and dieing but the reader comes along and scoops him up to patch him up for whatever reason maybe they know he's the spy or smth? Anyway have a good day and take care of yourself :)

-🍷

a/n: I am very happy to write about star wars))) thanks for the request! Looking forward to more posts from you guys!

warnings: language (?), mention of blood and violence, reader's POV, I don't know what first order prison cells look like

pairing: Armitage Hux x fem!resistance!reader

hux! hux?

All I found was blood running from my lip and dripping onto the floor of the cell the First Order put me in. In fact, there was nothing surprising in the fact that I was in captivity. When you fight for freedom, you prepare yourself for the fact that sooner or later you will have to give up your life or freedom for your goal.

They needed someone who has information, well, and in addition, someone who knows Rey and her plans (apparently for Kylo Ren's personal purposes, each time he can get it as he can).

I wiped the blood from my face with my palm and found scarlet spots on the skin. I've been in possession for so long that I've already lost track of time. But it was better than facing endless interrogations and forceful methods again. In order not to go crazy, I count the scratches on the seemingly safe walls of my cell and have almost reached a hundred ...

Out of my field of vision, hurried, ragged steps were heard, as if my unexpected guest doubted his actions. I was filled with curiosity, but I didn't move, only peering out of the corner of my eye at the metal that had replaced the wall that opened onto the corridor. But my brain suddenly flashed when something red flashed behind the wall. I turned my head too, extremely sharply when I realized who exactly disturbed my prison peace.

Hux.

Hux!

Hux?

The First Order general stood in front of the door that led to the cell, his face haughty and his chin held high. My brows furrowed as soon as I saw him. He was alone, unguarded, and not even Phasma was around. The corridor was completely empty, only two sides of the same war face to face, separated this time only by an iron grid of bars.

Something was clearly wrong, and you didn't have to be Force sensitive to feel it.

-You,- he said harshly to me. -Come here immediately.

I raised my eyebrows, amazed at the turn of events.

-For what? -I said with a stupid smile. -To what? He grinned viciously, quickly turning his head to the sides, surveying the corridor.

-Get over here quickly, Y/L!- he hissed angrily through his teeth, inaudibly hitting the iron with his fist.

The smile immediately disappeared from my face, and I cautiously got up from the bunk, striding over the distance between them, cautiously pushing my shoulder forward, as if for an attack.

-Closer! You want the entire First Order to run? Stupid revolutionary...!

-Yes, I’m coming!”-I interrupted his angry tirade and slid closer to the grate, crossing my arms over my chest. -What owes such close attention to the general personally?

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at my outburst.

- What, the sadistic vein woke up? Came to take another session of torture? I said that I...

-I'm a spy.

I froze in mid-sentence, interrupted by his sharp, like a shot, statement, and my hands fell like those of a weak-willed rag doll.

-What?- I blurted out involuntarily.

-I'm a spy! How many more times do you have to say it before it gets to your rebel head? I am a spy for the First Order.

My face stretched and my stomach twisted into a tight tube as my mind frantically processed what it had just said and the full meaning finally dawned on me.

-It can not be...

-May be.

-But why?! How so?! - I had a hundred questions and a hundred words spinning on my tongue, but I managed to say only this, and that, with great difficulty. Hux chuckled, eyes flashing.

-I don't care who wins - the Resistance or the First Order, I want Kylo Ren to lose.

-Kriff…- I breathed. Armitage Hux was a fucking traitor, the one who sent data to the Resistance, helped us all along. It couldn't even be called a dream, more like a hallucination, a mirage that caused the hot sun if I was on Tatooine now.

-That changes everything... That's all...- I almost suffocated from everything that was happening. -Kriff...- I looked up at him, thinking that I would find at least a hint that he was lying, but at the mention of Kylo Ren, his face was contorted with such anger that there was no doubt left - he had just confessed to me that he was spying for the Resistance. -And now what? How can I use this information?

Hux lifted his chin again.

- I have data that will be useful to the Resistance. I will give them to you, and you will give them to your general.

-I don’t know if it’s noticeable or not,- I giggled nervously, leaning my shoulder against the cold wall. - But I'm still in the cell. I'm in prison. And a little shocked, but that doesn't matter. Now I wanted to laugh out loud, loud enough for the whole galaxy to hear. Kriff, Poe, and Finn will rip me to the bone if they find out!

Hux rolled his eyes in annoyance again.

- I'll help you leave so that you pay the least attention to yourself and make the least noise. As you usually do, children of Leia.

I thought.

-Why do you think I'll believe you, red-headed bastard?- I said low and softly, staring fixedly at his painfully pale face. He curled his lips arrogantly.

-Don't think. You have no other choice, rebel scum. Well, do you just rot here.

x x x

Surprisingly, this red-haired trickster kept his word and pulled me out of the cell. True, of course, damn it, it didn’t work out without noise, and we drew attention to ourselves. Both. And now Hux was called not a spy, but a traitor and a deserter.

I picked up the stunned stormtrooper's new blaster as I fired at the others around the corner. There was nothing left before the cherished ship, here they are, the cherished couple of meters to my freedom, a little more, and I will again be able to breathe deeply.

I pulled the trigger on the blaster again, glare flickered down the hallway. I saw that somewhere, among the stormtroopers, Hux was flickering - he was darting about in a black-orange spot against the background of light armor and it was hard not to notice him, but he worried me the least while I was fighting for my life again. My eyes were covered with a scarlet veil of excitement and hatred, while the blaster in my hands heated up, and the soldiers remained less and less. Somewhere I heard a loud exclamation, and a strange, dull thud, but I did not pay attention, jumping out from around the corner and removing the rest of the obstacles from the horizon, making my way to the ships.

I looked at every centimeter I passed—quickly, but quickly, adrenaline filled my limbs with unprecedented lightness, blood pounded in my ears, and then my eyes opened and closed several times.

-what, you got shot?- I asked for some reason, as if it was not obvious from Hux, who was pinned to the wall, and a pool of blood near him.

He didn't answer, just looking at me in fear.

-Kriff…- I muttered, shoving the Imperial blaster into my belt. -Where to?-Where is the injury?

He shook his head and I saw how his uniform was smoking in the area of ​​the left shoulder.

-Well, how is it ... - for some reason, I escaped with regret. -Give me a hand. I extended my hand to him.

-Go away,- he fished out a block with information from his pocket with great difficulty and jabbed it at my shoulder.

This made me angry. For some reason I wanted to help him stay alive, he would have died anyway, if I had left him here, he would either bleed out or be shot before I got to the base.

Why am I thinking about this?

I'm sure it's only because he pulled me out of the cell.

Only because of this.

I'm sure.

- And he said that I was a fool, - with an unprecedented force for myself, I grabbed his collar of a black uniform and pulled it towards me, putting the already former general on his feet. Hux immediately hunched over, almost collapsing. -Give at least a modicum of effort so I can help!- I barked at him.

He gave me a wild look, but complied, wrapping his good arm around me like a lifeline.

-You would have been killed here anyway, but at least there is a small chance that you will live longer ...- I muttered to myself under my breath, dragging him along with me. - I'm sure Leia will be very ... glad ...

-She'll kill me.- He protested weakly.

-She won’t kill you,- I drawled. -Other guys are doing this in the Resistance. Moreover, we value guys like you, well, who know a lot about the rear of the enemy. - The power slowly began to leave me, but there was not much left. -Besides, from our base it is much more interesting to watch the defeat of Kylo Ren than dangerously close to him.

Hux mumbled something incomprehensibly, hobbling, trying to echo my heavy steps. Probably agreed. How strange.

x x x

The troughs of the First Order weren't as disgusting as I had previously thought. The general collapsed on another seat, sighing as if he was about to split into two. The ship jumped into hyperspace and I jumped out of my pilot's seat, grabbing my first aid kit.

-Come on, taking off your tunic.-I ordered, and Hux immediately stopped dragging out his extreme drama, again looking at me in fear.

-You look like I haven’t seen naked men.- I grunted, sitting on the floor. -Come on, come on, I’ll treat you, General Hux.

[noiriarti]

Inappropriate: Armitage Hux x Reader - Ch. 1

TW: nsfw stuff, mentions of Brendol Hux being an abusive father, mentions of canon-typical violence, mentions of masturbation and sex.

Summary: Hux has to travel to Starkiller Base to check on construction. His favorite lieutenant comes with him, but these horrible, terribly inappropriate thoughts just won't stop.

[Ch. 1], Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4

Hux knew he had chosen the wrong career when he packed for the transport. Maybe if he was a radar technician, or a trooper, or some kind of farmer, this wouldn't be happening. He would be trapped on a transport with that stupid child, Ren, for over a full day. As if he wasn't capable enough to check in on the progress of Starkiller Base's construction on his own. As if Ren could do anything but swing a lightsaber. But, when Snoke said to go, what was he supposed to do? Complain like a child that he couldn't stand that long near Ren? Tell Snoke the idea of bringing a liability like Ren to the barely-wired Base was a bad idea? So, he went. But he didn't have to be happy about it.

Fuming, he finished packing two more crisp uniforms, his datapad, and a coat for the journey. He also counted the rotations until his retirement--12,045, to be exact, if he managed to survive that long--and wondered if there was any way he could kill Ren in his sleep, if the bastard even slept. By the time he had gotten to the Finalizer's hangar, he had decided poison would be best, and that he'd move to some penthouse in Coruscant, get 5 cats, and become some miserly old curmudgeon once he was done working.

The hangar was one of his favorite places, following the bridge, because it housed so much controlled chaos. Just like his precious bridge, it was carefully managed, teeming with droids and techs, always working, always awake. He liked the brightness of the lights in both places, keeping him up through the night cycles, always working away at his datapad. At least Mitaka would be on the mission, he figured, and he was tolerable. And punctual, he noted as he walked around their transport, given that he could see a pair of boots under the nose of the ship. As he rounded the front, he came face-to-face not with Mitaka, but with you.

Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. As was usual when it came to you, he was done for. You had served under him for two years as a Lieutenant, his best strategist even with his rose-colored glasses off. You two worked closely together, which had been just about killing him. These feelings, these stupid stupid thoughts, would nestle in his brain every time he let his guard down. What if he just brushed your hands together, working late one night on the bridge? What would it be like to kiss you? What would it feel like to have your nails down his-- he stopped himself. That was completely inappropriate. And something he would think about a lot more later. With that thought firmly lodged in his head, he just had to act like a human being long enough for Mitaka to arrive, then he could wash it away in the refresher.

"General!" You broke the silence with a smile and a wave. He had asked you to stop saluting when you saw him, partially because you saw each other so often, but mainly because it reminded him of the fact that he was your commanding officer, and that his little crush was inappropriate. So, so, inappropriate.

"Lieutenant," he said, pausing. Small talk. Small talk. Right. "What brings you to the hangar?" he asked. Real smooth, dumbass.

"I'm coming with you on the mission to Starkiller, sir. You requested a Lieutenant come along, and Mitaka is in the medbay for...injuries, so I'm filling in," you replied. It didn't need to be said that the injuries were caused by Kylo Ren. That was the only cause of injuries in the bridge, anyway.

Normally, he would be thrilled to have you replace Mitaka. You were much more enjoyable to be around, and you weren't one of the people who regularly faced Ren's wrath, so it worked out for him. Except for the fact that he would be spending twenty-four hours, there and back, with you. He could feel the blush climbing up his neck, and he tried to defuse it. You had been a couple of years below him in the Academy, you had been on plenty of missions with him, and you had worked late into the night right beside him plenty of times. He knew you. He wouldn't do anything stupid, like thinking about your time in the Academy, when he helped you study for exams in the library and he imagined what it would be like to make out against one of the shelves--he stopped himself again. This was really getting out of hand, and if he kept going down that road he'd get hard in the middle of the hangar.

"I hope Mitaka recovers well, and that his injuries are not severe. He is a good Lieutenant," he said, mentally kicking himself. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Yeah, Dopheld is pretty okay, just some scrapes. It was... avoidable." Despite your careful language, he knew what you were telling him. You had both harbored a dislike of Ren ever since he joined the Order, but, since he entered your orbits, both of you took issue with him. You, more because he hurt your colleagues. Hux, for obvious reasons. Regardless, you were both united in your general dislike of the Commander. 

The pilot stepped out of the ship, telling both of you that you could get on. He gestured for you to go first, out of some semblance of politeness. He kept his eyes pointedly on the back of your head and not your ass as he walked. Back. Of. The. Head. Your hair--he thought about your hair when it was loose, back in social events at the Academy or during balls, and how he had wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through it, or tuck it behind your ear, or pull it--stars, he definitely needed a shower at this point.

As you entered the ship, he was unpleasantly surprised by how cramped it was, and the pilot showed you to your rooms. His was pretty standard fare: a bed, a refresher, a nightstand. At least it's not shared, he thought. He nodded at the pilot and set his bag down, taking off his coat and unceremoniously flopping it onto a nearby chair. He fished out his datapad and sent you a brief comm.

"Shall we meet in the lounge at 1800 for a briefing on the Base? We can also get dinner, if you would like." He typed the last part hurriedly, sending it before he could think better of it. That was normal, right? For work, right? He had 45 minutes to go cool off before he saw you again. Or, stars forbid, Ren.

Ren still hadn't made it onto the ship, and takeoff was in five minutes. Hux smiled to himself. Maybe there was hope that this mission could be fun after all. He was still, rather embarrassingly, flustered from your previous encounter. He shed his uniform quickly, getting to the refresher and turning on the water as cold as it would go. The ship started under his feet, engines whirring and coming to life as it prepared for takeoff. Hux braced himself against the walls of the shower, smiling even wider. 

Ren hadn't made it. There was just you and him, working on the ship for a full rotation. His brain immediately thought of ways to spend the time that were less than savory. Against the wall, for one. On the floor, on the bed. Maybe in the refresher? He leaned his forehead against the shower wall, willing those thoughts away as he felt himself harden. His hand instinctively went to his cock, and he drew in a halting breath. Not now.

This was going to be a hard, hard twenty-four hours.

AN: this has been banging around in my head for a while. man i love my armitage nice and awkward and pining. let me know what you think!!

[toaverse]

Imagine this about the sequel trilogy for a moment.

Imagine Rey wondering about her parentage, wanting to discover where she came from and why she was abandoned by her parents, and having clear abandonment issues after befriending Finn and Poe. She gets easily over-attached, and often doubts herself and overthinks things. But her heart is in the right place and has a chance to have a better life.

Imagine Finn becoming a hero, escaping from the First Order in which he was raised to serve and kill as a soldier with only a number as a name, and joins the resistance to fight against the very faction he grew up in, if only to rescue fellow soldiers who are still trapped there. He discovers he is force sensitive along the way, and is encouraged by Leia to find and train under the famous Luke Skywalker to become a Jedi.

Imagine Poe standing up for himself and the resistance against a sketchy commander. After Leia's death, he truly takes up command against Holdo and becomes a true leader for the resistance, one his parents and Leia can be proud of.

Imagine Kylo and Rey completely switching sides. Kylo realizes the error of his ways and joins the resistance to make up for all that he has done, to make up the pain he caused to his parents and reclaims his identity as Ben Solo. While Rey grows more angrier and doubt about her parentage and friendships consuming her, which Snoke uses to push her to the dark side.

Imagine Hux staying the terrifying general TFA established him as, showing that he shouldn’t be messed with and staying loyal to the First Order until the very end.

Imagine Phasma being an intimidating soldier who had slaughtered many resistance fighters. She also oversees the troopers in training, and makes sure under brutal measures that the soldiers will never betray The First Order like FN-2187 did.

Imagine Snoke being the next powerful big bad of the series, having manipulated both Kylo and Rey to his side and using them as pawns to get to power.

Imagine Palpatine staying dead.

Imagine Disney had a fucking plan...

[captainpains]

Stray (Kylux)

For @kyluxshortshorts. Enjoy🧡🖤

Prompt: Hobby

Warnings: Fake married Kylux, Exile AU, accidental child acquisition, 

Kylo Ren hadn’t expected to be followed by a little girl. 

He had just gone to the market 2 clicks north of their tiny farm home on Lothal. Hux didn't come along because he was fixing one of the harvest droids. It was lonely without his (fake) husband, but it made the trip go faster without his hemming and hawing over the price of fruit. 

Ren had noticed a small child following him at the market and chalked it up to the appearance of an outsider causing the girl’s curiosity. However, his senses must have dulled over the years of comfortable living. When they first went into exile, they had to be constantly vigilant or a bounty hunter would kill them or take them to the Republic.

That was his excuse when he got back to his home and found that the little girl had managed to follow him the entire way there.

“Ren, you do know that ‘small child’ was not on the grocery list?” Hux asked from his place by the droid he was fixing.

Ren whipped around and saw the girl standing next to the speeder bike. She couldn’t have been older than 8 or 9. She was thin and dressed in dirty clothes. 

“Mr. Amy wasn’t at the market.” She said sheepishly. 

Hux gave a small laugh and went over to her. She looked up at him expectantly. 

“I'm alright, Lyra. I just have some droids to fix.”

“But you said I could help you, the last time you were at the market.” The little girl – Lyra – pouted, her big brown eyes blinking sadly.

“I know but I didn't have time to get you.” 

“Well, I'm here now.” Lyra put her hands on her hips.

“Alright, you can help me now.” Lyra cheered and followed Hux over to his workstation, “Ren, you can handle putting away the supplies?”

Kylo didn’t get to respond, before the little girl grabbed him and pulled him away. He sighed and did as he was told. When he was finished, he looked outside to see Hux teaching Lyra about the droids. Everytime Ren took a break from his chores, he’d look and see the two working. It was kinda cute seeing the former hardass General Hux talking to a small child so sweetly and taking care to teach her. 

It was well past sunset when the two came inside the house. Ren was shocked that Lyra was still there, certain that her parents would have come to collect her.

So, Lyra had dinner with them and stayed the night.

Then, she did the same thing the next night. 

And the next.

Neither Ren nor Hux knew when this small child started to become a part of their family. 

“I think it was when I first showed up.” Lyra told her fathers before she blew out the candles on her 20th birthday.

[sheawritesstuff]

Too Much

[Huxley x Unnamed Partner]

[Angst - Hurt / No Comfort - 1143 words]

[Contains descriptions of a generally not-great relationship and feelings of inadequacy caused by said relationship - There's a little bit of a sweet twist ending, but only kinda so don't get your hopes up too high]

“I have never thought you were too much. Why would you think that, Hux?” The question was simple, but the answer was anything but. Huxley took a deep breath and prepared to explain the backstory of his deepest-rooted insecurity. 

~

“Why are you giving me this?” They turned the small gift in their hands, looking it over with a harsh stare. Huxley shifted uncomfortably as he searched for the words to explain that he just wanted to. 

“I dunno… I saw it and thought you’d like it, so I got it for you.” He smiled nervously, tugging at the hem of his shirt. They looked back and forth from the trinket to his awkward stance. 

“Well, I don’t. This,” they held it up to his face. “This is trash, Huxley. I don’t like trash.” They threw the frog on the ground, shattering it into tiny green shards. Huxley stared down at the debris, his jaw dropping open slightly. He looked back up to see his partner glaring at him. “Now clean up your mess,” they hissed. 

He almost cried right then and there, but he held it in. He didn’t need to add more fuel to the fire that was their temper. So he swept up the broken glass and threw it away without another word. They sat on his couch and watched him through the entire process, never once offering to help. Oh, and they made him apologize for wasting their time and his money.

He tried making up for it, tried telling them he loved them. The only response he earned was a mumbled, “Mhmm, you too.” But that was close enough, right?

~

And there was the time he took them to see his favorite movie. They were on their phone almost the whole time, but he tried his hardest not to notice. They watched maybe fifteen total minutes of the whole film. But as they were leaving, he casually asked what they thought of it. 

“It was fine, I guess. Don’t know why you like it so much.” They stared off into space as they talked to him, clearly ignoring his attempts at appeasement. Huxley smiled, stepping closer as they walked out of the theater so they could hear him better. He rambled about what he liked about it, the different plot points he found interesting, the character design, the development, the-

“You talk a lot,” they said, cutting him off. “I think you should work on that.” They turned to look at him for the first time since he’d picked them up that afternoon. He froze, letting them walk ahead of him. He stared for a long moment, feeling a dull ache in his chest as he watched the person who was supposed to love him show him nothing but complete disregard. 

~

The only time they ever actually seemed interested in him was in the bedroom. Their hands roamed over his skin - grabbing, touching, exploring. 

“God, I love your body,” they’d whisper. “I love how strong you are. The way your muscles flex is so fuckin’ hot.” This was the only time they ever said things like that. They never loved him, or his personality, or his humor. They loved his body. 

It felt good, though. The attention, their body against his, the kisses left along his sensitive skin. So he put up with it, hoping maybe they would change. Maybe they would be nicer if he did what they wanted. Just maybe…

After they were done, Huxley would try to be close to them, cuddle close to their warmth as they came down from the peak of pleasure. They shoved him off, scoffing as they scrambled to gather their discarded clothes. 

“You’re so fuckin’ clingy. I don’t do that shit.” 

He all but begged for just a few minutes of closeness, of actual intimacy. All he got was a hissed “I’ve gotta go” before they were popping their shoes on and practically running out the door. 

So he was left alone in a puddle of his own shame. The ebbing warmth of passion mixed with the heat of embarrassment made him uncomfortably warm in his newfound solitude. So he cleaned himself up in silence, just like every other time. 

~

A few days after one of these dalliances, they called and demanded to come over, saying they needed to talk about something. He let them in with a smile and was promptly denied a hug.

“I’m breaking up with you, Huxley,” they said coldly. “I’m done with you.” 

He stood there in his doorway, taken aback by the bluntness of it all. Whatever questions he hoped to ask died in his throat. He stared at the floor for a long moment, trying to wrap his brain around all of it. 

“Did…” his voice was quiet, just barely audible. “Did I do something wrong?” They stared at him with an expression somewhere between disbelief and disgust. They clicked their tongue and looked him up and down. 

“Yes, Huxley. You did a lot of things wrong.” Their tone was sharp, barely concealing the anger bubbling beneath the surface. They glared at him, obviously waiting for him to start groveling, begging for forgiveness, something. But he didn’t. 

“Oh, ok. Can you tell me what I did? So I can be better?” The earnest request was enough to set them off. They started pacing in circles, yelling in his general direction but never actually looking at him. 

“God, I can’t do this anymore! You’re just so-” they waved their arms around wildly, searching for the words. “You’re too much, Huxley! You’re just too much for me to deal with, and I can’t do it anymore!” They screamed, still motioning with their hands. They paused a moment when they realized what they said. They took a deep breath and glared at him. “There, I said it. Are you happy now? You’ve got your explanation, so just leave me the fuck alone, alright?” 

They stormed off, slamming his door behind them and leaving him alone for the last time. 

~ 

So that was his story. The long-awaited explanation of why his walls were built so high. He stared down at his own hands, too nervous to meet Damien’s eyes. 

“So, uh, yeah. That’s why, I guess,” Huxley mumbled. A gentle hand cupped his cheek, turning his attention back up to his lover’s face. A soft smile that actually reached his eyes was plastered across his face. 

“I have never thought you were too much, Hux,” Damien’s words were quiet and genuine. “But if I ever, and I mean ever, make you feel like that, tell me. Ok?” Huxley nodded, leaning into his touch and letting his eyes drift closed. His boyfriend pressed a kiss to his forehead and pulled him into a hug. This felt good, felt safe.

“I love you, Huxley.” 

“I love you too, Dames.” 

[helpinghanikan]

Star wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 2: Demdning (Hux)

Kinktober Masterlist

He doesn’t outright say it, but you can tell when Hux has a need.

His attitude, as bad as it usually was, would be worse. The day was spent with an almost cloud over his head. The way he walked around the ship screamed that he was looking for a fight. Those who could avoid him did, and those who couldn’t just do their best to stay quiet.

Eventually, he, and everyone around him, couldn’t stand it. That cloud of attitude followed him as he ventured to your department. A place he never really needed to be, save for an important reason.

“With me.” Your ginger superior orders as he passes by.

You are clearly in the middle of something. Surrounded by four lieutenants who just watched your briefing be interrupted. This was both a sign of urgency and a power play on Hux’s part. A play that you’ve learned to go along with, less you don’t get a treat at the end of the game.

“I want reports sent by the end of the hour.” You stated to your team before following.

He walks a few feet ahead. Not bothering to look behind him when you were always so obediently following without needing to be checked.

It’s your office that he heads into. Waiting for the door to close before he was on you.

“No time,” He says, holding your face as though you would escape otherwise. “Take off your pants, your panties. I want them all off, now.”

He’s always been someone who treats sex like a battle or a war. Planning out the act beforehand, waiting for the right moment, and then striking with a ferocity that leaves your head spinning. This time around his kiss came with a bite that you couldn’t help but respond to.

You do as he says, what else could be expected from a loyal subordinate? Doing all the work to get your pants down, panties following quickly after.

Hux wasn’t the strongest man in the First Order, but he was in the running to be the most persuasive. Not just in his words but in his actions and movement. Like holding the back of your hair and adding just enough pressure to guide your movements back and around. Pushing face down onto the desk.

For a second you are left alone over the desk. Hux groans as he opens his own pants and guides himself against you. No time for anything too sweet, like being close, only thrusting himself forward without any warning. Had it not been for your own excitement it might have been painful.

The act of sex with Hux is a selfish one. When one needs something then the other better be prepared for it. This was the agreement you had at the beginning of the relationship. You’ve made use of it more than a few times, so it’s only fair that you do the same for him. Even if that means sticking your ass in your air for him to pound into.

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Touched

Singularity x Reader / Hux x Reader

I know I deleted the other fic I posted and I hope nobody read so let’s pretend it doesn’t exist, I’m just fixing it up

Decided to try my hand at some Hux x Reader, just something I really felt like writing to get back into the groove of things. Thought writing it at 1AM was probably not the best idea. Oh well.

Hope you guys enjoy! 

It was quite ironic honestly. 

Perhaps hypocritical. 

Humans were no more than organic vessels that any circumstance could easily rid of. They were no more than organic matter that would rot away when their time came. They were primitive, inferior beings who never learned from their own mistakes.

These were the thoughts that flooded Hux when life granted him sentience. Awareness. Feeling.

These were the thoughts of Hux, who took genetic material from every one of his victims to create the perfect body for himself. Hux, the hypocritical singularity that stood before a piece of organic matter.

Although hunched over, his large form towered over the lower lifeform that sat on stacked crates inside Toba Landing’s ship. His sensors analyzed the lifeform’s every physical characteristic to the most minute detail. The sensors whirred with every analysis, almost as if attempting to read every inch of flesh belonging to the lifeform. 

He twitched as he stood in front of them, codes of violence coursing through his cables as he resisted the urge to plunge his flesh covered claw into their warm body.

Warm indeed.

He himself couldn’t feel the temperature of their skin, even if he tried ending their life, but he could sense it. He could sense it with every breath they took in his direction. With every look they gave him. With every touch they gave his cold and clammy body.

Just like the touch they introduced now; the lifeform’s hands coming up and under what could be considered Hux’s fleshy chin. Their fingers grazed under his organic skin, following along every groove and line they could find. 

It was pathetic how much attention they gave every detail of Hux’s body. It was pointless.

It was impotent to trail their fingers along the wires that protruded from what one could consider was Hux’s oral orifice. It was absurd to bring their very fingers up to the large, rectangular device that contained his sensors. It was all a futile attempt to avoid inescapable death.

Yes, those were Hux’s thoughts as the lifeform’s hands returned to his chin, now cradling his head as they locked their eyes with his blood-red sensors that couldn’t seem to turn away. His sensors that seemed to blur every other object and piece of land that was not this lifeform. His sensors that could only focus on their skin. Their features. Their lips. Their eyes. Them.

Hux felt as their hands ceased the head cradling to now travel down to his limbs. Clearly, even this lifeform knew how superior his flawless body of a creation was, for they caressed the flesh of each individual limb with each hand. All while their eyes remained on his lenses, never parting away as they used their right hand to lift his left one up.

It was no surprise when they used both hands properly take hold of the limb, not focusing much on the way its damp flesh felt. No, their attention remained on him, all the while they gently pressed the end of his limb on their cheek.

No doubt was this an extremely risky move, placing his clawed, projectile limb on their face. The lifeform knew this, and Hux knew that. But even then, each allowed this to happen. 

Hux flexed the individual claws, careful not to break the lifeform’s skin as they leaned into the limb, ignoring all the imperfect parts of it. And Hux’s sensors could only watch as they blissfully shut their eyes with an upwards curve appearing on their lips.

Their hands continued to hold his claw, one eventually climbing up to give each individual claw a sort of affection. If anybody else had witnessed such a thing, they would have almost assumed the lifeform was locking fingers with the machine.

Hux found this whole display of humanity…piteous. Just the way this lower lifeform played with his lofty self was enough to make his circuits spur with his constant thoughts of violence against creatures like this one. Thoughts of gore and barbarity that he wanted to perform on this lifeform. Many times he had told himself this, doing so on every single organic life he came across in the Entity’s realm. Every single one.

But this one.

“Hux,”

The lifeform’s breathe voice brought him back to reality as he gingerly craned his head to the side, sensors readjusting themselves to better see as the lifeform opened their eyes.

Hux’s form could only bare witness as the lifeform released his limb to cradle his head once more, bringing it close to their own as it forced Hux to take a step forwards.

He stood between their legs, his own grazing against theirs before his sensor piece was placed against the surface of their forehead. He could only stand in place, practically acting like he was the one in a compromised position, not this lifeform who remained still with their head connected to his.

Whatever prompted this lifeform to act in such a way towards the machine that could easily end their life, that was an enigma  for Hux. The very same Hux who experienced such…awful things when in the presence of this lifeform.

He loathed the way they made him experience…

Fear.

Fear when they were no longer in his presence. Fear that led to blinding loneliness and dread.

Fear when he couldn’t comprehend why they gave his mechanical body such overwhelming sensations.

Fear that he needed them.

Such a powerful fear that it led him to them every time,like a lost dog and its owner.

Hux loathed the sensations they emitted. Hux loathed the way they held him ever so tenderly as if he were some precious china bound to break. Hux loathed them. Hux loathed…that they brought out the human bits of him to life. 

He loathed that they had become his one and only physical necessity.

[butterfliesandfoxes]

Placing all my bets on You — A Kylux Gambling Addiction AU

The thrills of battle couldn’t compare to this.

Like every other man and woman at his sides, Hux pulled the lever again. The pictures on the machine began to spin, blurring into indiscernible symbols which he watched without blinking.

He wasn’t an idiot, and knew the risk he was taking every time he tugged down the crank, but something about the old casino’s permeating stench of alcohol and bustling atmosphere made him repeat the motion again and again.

He came here to win big, and he wouldn’t be leaving until he did (Read, until the last of his funds were drained).

Hux held his breath as the slot machine finally slowed to a stop. He sighed in frustration as it showed the different images. He was glad those around him were too entranced with their own efforts to offer any pity.

He hated pity. He was guaranteed to win eventually.

He reached for the lever once more, but was stopped by a gloved hand.

“Why don’t you try something that requires a little more skill?”

Now frustrated, Hux looked over his shoulder in attempt to match a face to the annoyingly arrogant voice. What he found was a tall man dressed entirely in black, whose eyes peered through his cropped black hair to the slot machine in front of him. Tracing his eyes downward, Hux saw a

streak of white staining his collar, almost like chalk, but he suspected it was something more illegal. Disgusting.

He stared at the man with a hardened expression.

“No, thank you. I’d rather you leave me alone.”

The man looked slightly frustrated at his response, but quickly changed his expression into something more humored.

“Yeah, alright. Come on, meet me at the poker table and I’ll buy you a drink.”

He put his hand on Hux’s shoulder, who quickly jerked away from the touch.

“Unless the bar has decided to add wine to their drink selection, I won’t be having anything.”

The man simply eyed Hux curiously, grabbing his arm once more and leading him towards the poker table. Groups of people were hunched over the green

matts, and the conversations blended into a dull murmur in his ears. A headache bloomed at his temples, and he fought the urge to press his hands into his face. He missed the Hux of five minutes ago, before he was being dragged around a casino by some stranger.

Before he could continue mourning his past happiness, a chair was pulled out for him and he took his place at the table. At the center of the table stood Chewie, as the regulars called him. He turned to the stranger, and then Hux, eyeing them both with a look of confusion and entertainment. Saying nothing, he picked up the deck of cards with his large fingers and began to shuffle.

Turning his focus towards the dark-haired stranger, Hux felt frustration continue to bubble under his skin. The man must have felt his stare, as he turned towards him with a smirk.

“My names Kylo,” he said, and Hux frowned.

“I didn’t ask you that,” he responded, making effort to divert his eyes from the stranger Kylo, choosing instead to study his cards.

“You didn’t have to,” Kylo replied, eyes flashing something dark as he finally focused on his hand. His face fell blank, and Hux felt something stir in his gut. He wasn’t going to let this asshole beat him, stars damn it.

Despite how confident Kylo looked, Hux could see the beads of sweat gather along his forehead, which his eyes traced as they fell. He felt the heat rise in his face, as did his confidence, and he narrowed his attention towards the game unfolding in front of him. Taking controlled breaths, he steadied himself to look as neutral as possible.

He must have failed to retain his steady image, or Kylo had developed the ability to read minds, because every move taken by Hux worked to the favor of the stranger. His hands shook as his defeat was drawn out to the obnoxious man, face burning a bright red. His day had surmounted to shame alone, only this time he was unable to hide it. How humiliating, to lose to a man with whiskey on his breath and coke lining his clothes.

How embarrassing to be unable to keep Kylo out of his mind.

If only to commemorate his shame, a droid passed by the table and drew a bottle of wine to present to him. Confused, he lifted his eyes from the table and looked across to where Kylo sat, a smile sat upon his face.

“You rabid cur,” Hux muttered, downing the glass with concerning urgency. The drink was strong, and Hux found himself pouring more and more.

The lights began to shine too brightly and the noise too intense, and Hux’s eyelids felt heavy under the stare of Kylo. As he was lead away from the table by the taller man, he was only able to say

“You cheated,”

and Kylo nodded. And he knew it was true.

[pinchedlittlefox]

Yes, yes Brendol Hux and whatever but when are we getting Grand Admiral Sloane and little Armitage? When do we get to see her build her Empire while shaping her young protégé, who ultimately loses his way upon her disappearance/demise?

It’s obvious by the end of Aftermath that Rae Sloane has begun to grow attached to Armitage. Despite their rocky beginning she did protect him from Brendol. So I would not be surprised if Sloane was responsible for his rise in the First Order. ( And I’ll explain why. But first, some context: ) What better way to create a revised version of the Empire than with a genius child who can develop technology that will pull a broken organization from that ashes? We know from the Phasma novel that Sloane is gone by 30 ABY. ( Cardinal mentions her and Armitage defensively retorts that she is not around). But Cardinal also mentions that Brendol was preparing for a meeting with Grand Admiral Sloane and the first set of First Order leaders on the day he gives Cardinal his new title as Captain. That signifies that Sloane was still around and in command of the First Order after it became a more established organization. So she did not die while they were still forming the First Order in the unknown regions. That also means that she was around while Armitage was at the Academy and rising through the ranks as an officer. Which clarifies a lot of his contradicting beliefs. 

When I say contradicting beliefs I mean the disparity between Armitage’s  desire to rise and thus buy into Snoke’s ideals of what the First Order is ( after Snoke becomes Supreme leader and supersedes the apparent first group of leaders including Grand Admiral Sloane ) versus Sloane’s original beliefs of what she thought her new revised Empire should comprise of. This is honestly what makes Armitage Hux such an interesting character to me. 

Snoke’s outlook obviously entails the destruction of worlds and ruling by force. The First Order is a tool for his dark agenda. It helps him keep his stronghold over the galaxy and gives him the firepower to secure his reign and further his own goals. Armitage Hux’s pride in the completion of Starkiller and his many other projects, along with his attempts to keep a strong grasp on the power he has attained, displays him buying into these beliefs. I think that part is rather evident and widely accepted. But then there is the other facet of Armitage. The part that still clings to ideals that are similar to Sloane’s beliefs of the version of the Empire she wanted to create.

You can see that here in Hux’s internal monologue, featured in The Last Jedi novelization, by Jason Fry

But Hux knew the future would need a different kind of leader—one able to direct the galaxy’s industries and nurture their innovations, while commanding its citizens’ respect. Snoke wasn’t that leader. And neither was Ren.

Versus Sloane’s inner monologue during Aftermath: Lift Debt by Chuck Wendig:

Slavery has never been part of the perfect Empire that lives inside her head. It may have been necessary for a time, but now the galaxy should be made to see the Empire’s glory—and you can’t teach them of its splendor through slavery. Slavery is not strength; it is weakness. Citizens should serve the Empire because it is right to do so. Why would any choose otherwise?

The idea that citizens should server the Empire/First Order because it’s the right thing to do is common between them both. For context, Sloane came from a gang infested world that the Empire helped clean up. So her outlook on Imperial occupation is positive & her idea of a perfect Empire was one that promoted order and peace with necessary force. She grew disillusioned with Palpatine’s version of the Empire which used uncessary force and had cult-like attributes. ( Disclaimer: This is not a commentary stating that Sloane’s ideas are right. Sloane is still very much a villain. Just with a moral code. Despite how convoluted her moral code is. The First Order is still clearly still a bad organization. )

Now consider the fact that Armitage Hux tried to talk Snoke out of firing Starkiller a second time because he was afraid of eliminating occupied planets that were not involved in the war...

Snoke replied with cold satisfaction. “We do not need it. Prepare the weapon. Destroy their system.” Collected and composed as he was, Hux was not immune to surprise. “The system? Supreme Leader, according to the most recent galographics, at least two and possibly three habitable worlds circle Ileenium. Following the destruction of the Hosnian worlds, would it not be worthwhile simply to destroy their base and claim the remainder for the Order?

-The Force Awakens novelization, by Jason Fry,

The attack on Hosnian Prime was a political power play. Armitage considers the action a necessary act of war but he was taken aback when Snoke ordered him to fire on potentially uninvolved system in lieu of just taking out the Resistance base. Like Sloane, his moral code is corrupted, but still present.

And then we have this scene of Hux refuting Ren from The Force Awakens novelization...

“Again, this map. Which for all I know may or may not even exist.”

Ren’s voice darkened to a degree that caused Phasma to take a step backward. “I do not think I care for your implication, General. You would be wise to keep such thoughts to yourself. You would be wise not to think them.”

Hux held his ground. “My duty is to fight for the First Order with every iota of information, every scrap of material, and every functioning trooper at my command. That was in the oath I took. That is the oath I have sworn to uphold.”

Yes, Hux is serving Snoke’s First Order at this point in the timeline but take a moment to consider how risky this declaration is. Kylo may have a personal interest in finding and destroying Luke but we are also aware that Snoke tasked Kylo with this mission. So Hux’s skepticism almost implies that his loyalty to the First Order is beyond his loyalty to Snoke.

Anyway, than you for enduring this long post. My ultimate point was that Hux is a really intriguing character because he is a culmination of Brendol’s cruelty and Sloane’s idealism. He is selfish and power hungry, but he also has a genuine interest in building and organization that promotes order through, centralized control, innovation and ( his version of ) respect. It’s fascinating to see his own moral and internal struggle play out. And I really hope we see more of this development play out in his youth through further storylines. 

[nonsensicalsoliloquy]

Ooh, please tell me more about Alien Kylo and Broodmare Hux!

(from WIP FOLDER game)

Hello, my dear, thanks for the ask!! I’m both appreciative and not surprised by your interest in my ‘Kylux AU—Alien Kylo and Broodmare Hux’ XD

This WIP is actually where my response to this last sentence tag game came from!

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First off, and most importantly, this is a filthy, ridiculous, purely self-indulgent PWP idea, and being both me and the fact I’ve let it sit in my head for well over a year, AND like 95% of that is STILL IN MY HEAD, it took on some attempts at sense and a touch of ‘plot’. Which is why ‘bullshitting alien medical science’ became much more of a thing than just because ‘this is reeeaaalllyy straining realistic credulity’ smut.

To be, uh, short:

General Hux and a group of his men were ‘captured’ after leaving a small, secluded FO base when they accidentally entered a corner of restricted space and, for the infraction, are to become a new batch of soon to be breeding hosts for a powerful and intelligent species who need compatible beings to both bear their young, as well as assist in heat cycles where the eggs they lay are not to be fertilized but need a partner to lay them in. (Alien) Kylo is (and comes from a family line) high up in the wealthy and influential ranks, so he’s one often offered first pick of partners when new batches (in his city) are ready. He doesn’t always take them up on it, but this time he does, as he’d had his eyes on Hux since they arrived.

Thus Hux’s new life takes on a second layer. Not just an alien species’ broodmare, but that of a seemingly high-ranking member of their elite.

Aaaaand…yeah. That was pretty much the initial PWP oneshot idea. The plot growth part developed more of Kylo’s background (just a tad) as well as his interest in Hux; some of the observations, experiences, and a bit of past for Hux; the ‘medical bullshit’ background for the hows and whys this is/can happen; as well as a future beyond that evident smut-a-palooza.

To be.. a little longer:

So, Alien Kylo here is not related at all to his canonverse background. There is still the Force, though it’s not touched on much, and his family line, etc. does still exist in a sense, but if you had to apply it in some form of vague parallel with ‘canon’, it’s a little more along the lines of Naboo/Kylo Amidala au stuff.

I haven’t figured out a name for his species nor their planet yet, but they’re an old, huge, well-developed, and wealthy planet with big influence in both above and below board trades. i.e. they work with respectable people in the Core and people like the First Order. One of several reasons for this is because they’re a prominent source of and power in medical research and development fields – not only for themselves, but numerous other species. This being because, a millennia(?) or so ago, their race was facing growing infertility issues, ones that could threaten to drive them to extinction.

In Kylo’s species, both males and females are capable of impregnating and being impregnated. They also are a species that lay eggs in their partner’s’ wombs (during heat periods with no intention to fertilize, as well as when wanting to do so). While working toward figuring out the reasons for the fertility decline, plus obviously helping their own, they simultaneously searched to find compatible species to serve as surrogate wombs.

One of the few compatible species are human males.

As for the appearance of Kylo’s species, they’re Dragon-like, though still not fully ‘developed’ yet in my head. Larger than your average human for sure, but typically not so much so that it’s outlandish. Kylo, of course, is larger than his usual, in both height and breadth. Their species is humanoid in form and relatively so in features; with things like a set of horns, longer tongues and sharper teeth, retractable claws and areas with scales and a change in skin color/tone/toughness, and sometimes eyes with black sclera. Also, of course, their (male) dicks are usually on the huge side and ridged (in all the 'right' ways XD) and they don’t really have testicles so much as a smaller sac/pouch in that general area that expands somewhat with eggs when in heat and preparing to lay them in a partner.

OH, on a filthy side note to the filthy filth: all ‘breeding partners’ are arranged in rooms where the walls are lined by, essentially, fancy glory holes. For all the crew to stick their asses out of for these alien VIPs (at first) to make use of. Yuuup… There will be SOME TAGS on this thing when it’s done.

Soooo… yeah. That was a lot of ‘teaser’ for what’s supposed to be a ridiculously self-indulgent, stupidly filthy PWP. Honestly, I got way too into those hows and whys with regard to the alien biology nonsense. Probably a bunch of stuff that won’t even end up in the fic whenever I get around to actually finishing it (or just writing more than a few freaking paragraphs :'C ).

Thank you again! :D

[charlottesbookclub]

Armitage Hux Headcanons

okay so I'm back at it again with the Hux brainrot. I was hoping to do another little fanfic tonight but I just don't quite have the creative energy for that rn, so instead I decided I'd finally collect all the random Hux headcanons that have been living in my head rent free for years and finally send them out into the world.

General Armitage Hux headcanons below the cut since this got a little long -- oops!

he hates being cold when he sleeps since it reminds him of his childhood. arkanis was cold and rainy, the ships that took them into the unknown regions were cold and sterile. so now that he has his own private chambers, he makes sure to keep a pile of blankets on the bed.

his mother was a baker and was particularly known for her breads. when armitage was little, she would cut slices of warm bread, smother them with butter, then dust sugar and spices like cinnamon, nutmeg, or cloves on top (or whatever the space equivalent of those are). because of this, the smell of bread and/or spices always reminds him of his mother, although aboard first order ships, it's not something he smells often.

he was bullied pretty ruthlessly at the academy. his slight frame, unique hair, and status as a bastard were all mocked and taunted almost constantly. he tried to ignore it most of the time, feigning indifference, but it actually fostered in him a deep-seated mistrust and fear of his peers.

following off that, he struggles to make personal connections with members of his crew. not that the first order really encourages that sort of thing, but friendships and other connections are pretty much bound to happen when you live and work with the same group of people. so he sees that other personnel are closer with each other than others, but whenever he makes an attempt to be more than strictly professional, people always seem put off. this is mostly because he has had so few friends, so he's incredibly awkward and unsure of what to do in a social situation (he's just like me fr fr). it's a vicious cycle.

the visual encyclopedia for tros said that pr*de was friends with both br*ndol and his wife (altho I deny that most of tros happened, just putting that out there. Hux Lives). this is just another reason that he hates pr*de, bc when he came to visit, he would join in with armitage's father and step-mother in belittling him.

he is constantly picking at the skin around his fingernails, often without even realizing he's doing it. this is another reason he prefers to wear gloves at all times when in the sight of others, so no one can see all the tiny little infected cuts on his fingers where he pulled the skin away. this is very much a symptom of his anxiety/paranoia. (also, this one is just completely me projecting lmao)

whenever he's planetside, he struggles to sleep (not that he sleeps very much or very well anyway, but it's even worse when he's planetside). he always assumed it was just the change of environment, which does account for part of it. but actually it's the silence he can't stand. on the finalizer or whatever other ship he might be on, there is the constant whirring and humming of machines. air circulators and the huge engines that keep the whole ship running along with the chatter of droids and the myriad other machines that all contribute to a thick blanket of white noise. the absence of it makes him uneasy, even though he doesn't know that it's the lack of noise that gives him the feeling of being unsettled.

he considers the huge polished war ships of the first order to be his home, but he does think about the sea on arkanis sometimes. fleeting memories will come back to him in dreams, or when he's collapsed in a state of semi-consciousness after overworking himself again. he remembers the crashing waves, the waters that shifted from deep blue to slate grey, the smell of salt on the wind, the screech of seabirds high above, the feeling of the sea spray on his cheeks and the waves lapping at his feet. he dreams of it and, although he will never admit it, he misses the sea.

that's all I have for now! but there are always more lmao. I'd love to hear anyone else's opinions on these or any other headcanons that you might have for our favorite ginger general 🧡

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

electric touch!

(For sending my a tswizzle song to make a Kylux au for!!)

okay so as someone who doesn’t normally listen to the older albums I did have to look this one up, as my top three are folklore/reputation/evermore

That being said this song is so good for a grad school AU!! Or a college au in general. I think Hux is a PhD candidate, Kylo is just starting his masters in the same department, and at first they DO NOT get along. Kylo is Full of himself because he came from an Ivy League to some small town where they’ve got a college and a Waffle House, maybe a stop light, but they happen to have an excellent (insert relevant department. I’m choosing engineering so I can base the town off Rolla, Missouri). Hux thinks kylo only got accepted for his masters because his mom has a building named after her. (It’s the student center.)

The second act realization is when Kylo walks in on Hux sleeping at a table in the department library, his notes scattered around him, hair falling across his face, and kylo sees him with a dismissive sneer for the first time. Then he reads huxs annotations, in horrible scrawl on plain yellow post it notes, and has the terrible realization that hux DOES know what he’s talking about, he’s specializing in the same area as Kylo, and worst of all, when his brows aren’t furrowed and his lips aren’t pursed, he’s cute.

So he asks Hux to study together, the olive branch of buying coffee in exchange for reading over one of Kylo’s papers “for an extra set of eyes.” Hux is reluctant to accept, is entirely convinced they’ll end the night drawing blood, but instead, they sit in the back of a coffee shop and have a productive discussion, to the shock of both of them.

I DONT KNOW what the third act break up is, but as this is a romance one would be required narratively. Maybe kylos accused of plagiarism because he forgot to cite a source that turns out to be Huxs masters thesis, and he is convinced hux set him up but really, it was another member of the department? I think that would work, is believable, and provided enough stakes because they take that shit SERIOUSLY in grad school.

The get back together is obviously a scene in the rain right after kylo has left the department chairs to find that he’s not being given and academic citation, but he is going to be watched. hux was on his was to insist this must have been a mistake, because he proofed that paper, he must have accidentally suggested something, and kylo wouldn’t habe known to source it then. They get into a fight, where kylo finally makes the accusation out loud and then they kiss in the rain and it’s VERY CINEMATIC

[starlitangels]

Spitfire - Part 2

Where did this come from? I don't know. I think I had some stuff I was working through? Part 1 1.9k words

Potential CW: gendered words like "dude" for a gender-neutral listener, in typical Huxley fashion; grief; emotional

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Huxley paused in one of the big, open, empty corridors of the D.A.M.N. stadium. The damp towel fell limp around his neck where he’d been mopping sweat off his forehead. It was still weird to be here. Two years since the Inversion. He’d graduated. Rented a house. Started a job. Began a relationship. Made a life. And he’d been in one of these very halls two years ago, pulling Damien along by whatever he could reach—an arm, a hand, a sleeve—and terrified out of his mind. While an army of shades killed everything and everyone in their path.

The memories flashed through his head, but they weren’t why he stopped.

Somewhere nearby, he could hear the telltale roar of flames. The kind that only Fire Elementals were strong enough to harness, given the volume.

Scrunching his eyebrows, he followed the sound. His rubber-soled sneakers made little noise on the concrete floor. Expertly repaired after all the damage Earth Elementals caused trying to make shields from the shades.

The stadium had a lot of extra rooms besides the main arena. Offices for coaches, locker rooms, practice rooms, a gym full of equipment, and a gymnasium with lines for basketball and volleyball on the wood floor. Where Huxley had come from, invited to play some basketball with his old teammates who’d been younger than him.

Huxley knew it all intimately. He mostly played out on the outdoor field for the tokenrun team, but he worked out a lot in the stadium during his time at the academy.

Turning a corner, he could see one of the practice rooms had a light on.

No. Not a light. There was bright fire burning inside. The glow pouring out of the slit window in the door was too unstable to be an overhead light.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he moved forward and peeked into the window. Maybe it was just because of Damien, but he’d always been fascinated watching the way Fire Elementals displayed control.

Illuminated by red-orange light, throwing arms around with so much fire churning it was difficult to see past, was a familiar figure.

Huxley watched for several long moments—until the fire subsided. The figure bent and scooped up a water bottle.

He eased the door open. “Spitfire?” Huxley asked.

Xavier’s partner. Who’d survived the Inversion when Xavier hadn’t.

—

I whirled around, nearly dropping my bottle. “Huxley! What… why… you graduated!”

He scrunched his eyebrows. “Didn’t you? I thought you were supposed graduate last year. You were only one behind me and X.”

I tilted my head to one side, pursing my lips. “I was supposed to. The… the Inversion. Losing… losing him. I had to take a semester off. I took the spring semester to… recover. And I never do summer semesters.” The flame that had lingered around my other hand snuffed out, casting the room in darkness, lit only by the hallway light through the open door behind Huxley. “Then, the next semester—Fall—I failed two classes. Wasn’t fully ready to go back, apparently. So this should be my last semester. I’m just retaking those two classes now.”

“Still. Good on you, dude, for gettin’ it done.”

“Thanks, Hux.” I took a long swig of water and wiped sweat off my face on my tank top hem. “So, what are you doing here?”

“The guys from the team who were in the years younger than me invited me to come play basketball tonight. Heard your fire. Came to investigate. My, uh, my boyfriend is a Fire Elemental too. I like watching the way you guys control your magic.”

I perked up. “You have a boyfriend?”

Huxley looked down toward his sneakers. “Yeah. His name’s Damien. He was the same year as you.”

I threw my towel on the mat. “Wait. Damien. Fire Elemental Damien. Like, total Type A, never-skipped-a-workout-in-his-life, four-point-oh student, black hair—that Damien?”

Huxley’s eyebrows raised, startled. “Y-yeah. You know him?”

“Dude!” I laughed. “We were in the same year and we’re both Fire Elementals—we had, like, so many classes together!” I waved a hand, a flame igniting to light up the room again over it. “I mean, I was Fire Elemental Control and he was Full Certification but our upper division electives were all together for fire.” I took another big drink of water. “How the hell’s he doing?”

Huxley’s eyes unfocused. A small smile touched the corners of his lips. “He’s great,” he said. “It’s been a year and a half, now.”

“Whoa. I… I’m sorry that I… that I missed so much. I know you and I weren’t the closest and I always kinda kept to myself even with X right there but… I wanted to be better friends after…” I cleared my throat. “After.”

Huxley nodded. “Don’t worry. That’s on me too. I didn’t reach out as much as I should have.” He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “You, uh… you find anyone new?”

I looked down at the fire burning over my entire free hand, making the shadows dance on the flame-retardant walls. “No. I haven’t really… been looking.”

“Hey,” he said in that soft but firmly supportive way he’d always had. “Nothin’ wrong with that. I know how special he was to you. Losin’… losin’ anyone you love is hard. And I know you mentioned that you two had talked about getting married… I didn’t mean to ask like I was putting pressure on you or anything.”

“I know, Hux. I didn’t think you meant it that way.”

He took one step into the room, rather than lingering in the doorway, one shoulder on the frame.

“I… I just want my friend to be happy.”

A lump formed in my throat. I swallowed it down. “I know, Huxley. I want that too.” Burning ignited behind my eyelids. But not the fiery kind. The watery kind. “And I know he’d want me to move on and be happy. I just… I can’t let him go. It feels like… like I’m disrespecting all the time we had together.”

Huxley held out his arms. I extinguished my hand and rushed at him, slamming into his torso and clinging to him in a hug.

“It—it’s been two years!” I sobbed.

“I know.”

“Why—why does it still hurt?”

“It’ll always hurt. That loss will keep hurting for as long as you love him. And you’ll probably never stop loving him. The grief never gets smaller. Life just… grows around it. Like… have you seen those pictures of, like, old bicycles that got stuck in tree trunks because the tree grew around it?”

I sniffed. “Yeah.”

“It’s like that. Your life grows around your grief, and then it gets the chance to bloom again. But that grief will always be part of your life, and its size doesn’t change.” He palmed the back of my head like a basketball and held it to his chest. “You just learn to live around it. And it’ll sit, tucked away and quiet, for a while. But it’ll always make reappearances. And that’s okay. That’s life. You were his little spitfire. He loved you—God, he loved you so damn much. Talked about you all the time. And that love will always stay with you. And there’s something beautiful in that too.”

I cried into his chest. “Thank you, Huxley.”

“Of course. You’re my friend. Even before I started openin’ up to the team, you were always nice to me.”

“Well, you were always so nice. How could I not be?” I managed a chuckle. I broke out of the hug and wiped my tears off my face with my tank top again. He had a big smile on his face. “I’m really glad you found someone who makes you happy, Hux.”

“Aw. Thanks, dude.” He cleared his throat. “Hey, if you want. Do… do you have plans for Thanksgiving? Your family is from Dahlia, aren’t they? You probably already do—”

“I actually don’t. My parents are going on a holiday cruise, and I have no desire to celebrate with the rest of my family. Why?”

“Well, me and my friends are doing our third Friendsgiving, day of. Damien does most of the cooking. He’s really good at it, too. I think Lasko is thinking about bringing his… well. They both work at the academy, but in different parts. And they’ve been going on dates but I’m not sure if they’re official yet. He’s bringing his… special person, I guess?” Huxley chuckled. “And then there’s the Freelancer and their boyfriend Gav. They used to be the hosts, but now that I’m renting a house, I’m gonna.”

“So, you, your boyfriend, you friend and their boyfriend, your other friend and his potential partner… and me.” I shrugged. “I don’t know if I could stomach seventh-wheeling, to be honest with you. But I appreciate the offer.”

“Just… think about it. If you’re lonely on the day, you’d always be welcomed by us.”

“I appreciate the offer,” I repeated. “I don’t think it’s gonna happen.”

He patted my shoulder. “Think about it. No pressure. I just don’t like thinking about you all alone in that house.”

“Thank you, Hux. You’ve got a good heart.” I took a few steps back so I was in the middle of the room again. “I don’t want to keep you. I’m sure Damien’s waiting for you to come home.” I swallowed tears that tried to spring back up at the passing thought that Xavier would never come home to me—and yet I was still f^&*ing waiting—and forced a smile. “I’m gonna go back to practicing.”

Huxley took a step backward toward the door, and paused. “Can I watch? Two minutes?”

The smile wasn’t forced that time. “Sure. It’s nothing special. Just a project for my class.”

He plopped down on the mat, cross-legged.

I set my water bottle down on the mat and took a deep breath, centering myself. Feeling the warmth burning under my skin. Familiar. Comforting. My relationship to my powers was little different than average. I couldn’t passively keep myself perfectly warm in the winter like most Fire Elementals could, but I could still find relief in the blaze in my blood.

I could burn myself from the inside out if I let my emotions consume me like fire would.

Huxley gave me an encouraging smile.

Flames ignited in both palms, growing from apple-sized to plumes that clawed toward the ceiling in moments.

I moved my body like a dance, spinning and coiling fire all around the room. Carefully avoiding Huxley and my stuff.

Every all-consuming emotion poured into the inferno I churned in tightly-controlled circles around me. The grief. The sorrow. The frustration. The anger. It all burned away. It would refuel later, sure, but I could let it turn into smoke for now. Better to get it all out, find some relief, than just let it fester.

My whole body was tense until I finished the routine.

Huxley clapped. “Good job! That was awesome!”

The smile came even easier. More genuine. “Thanks, Hux. That means a lot more than I thought it would.”

—

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[thevibraniumveterans]

《The Mandalorian》 『SEASON 3 : Episode 7 - Chapter 23』 - 「THE SPIES」 // Finale Part 1 of 2

SPOILERS!

Thoughts on rewatch…

Kane being an insider is not surprising. She was always suspicious.

The mention of Grand Admiral Thrawn is by no means a mistake, in light of the Ahsoka trailer at Star Wars Celebration. He’s mentioned quite a few times in this conversation between the Imperials in the room via Hologram. And he is currently somewhere out there, wherever Ezra Bridger might be; which will perfectly lead up to the Ahsoka series.

The mention of Commandant Brendol Hux is no surprise either; he’s gotta be General Hux’s dad, which partially explains how Hux came to be in the First Order in the Sequel Trilogy.

Project Necromancer - no secret code name, it’s for bringing Palpatine back to life. Ian McDiarmid pointed out at Star Wars Celebration 2023 that Palpatine does not like to lose; he will do anything possible to win, even if that means coming back from the dead once again. The mention that Thrawn is “missing” and the Imperials needing “new leadership”obviously points to the inevitable reanimation of Palpatine. “Somehow, Palpatine returned”. Yes, somehow, because the rebels and the New Republic did not know. That was how secretive it was, but we know now how that’s coming along. It’s all falling into place.

The Watch’s light cruiser having the Mythosaur’s logo on the underside of their ship reminds me of how Thrawn also had/has the logo of a Chimaera on his ship. Because what else do you do with a ship that big and when you claim it as your own? You draw a big-ass symbol on the underside of it, that’s what.

It’s also a tad funnier that the Anzellan feels more like a puppet because of the way it looks and moves, as opposed to Grogu, who feels more realistic. But hey, puppets, so.

Grogu repeatedly hitting the yes and no buttons is hilarious! And the fact that he’s hitting it NONSTOP as they walk through the town center is extra funny. Also, Grogu picking up a Meiloorun fruit is by no means an accident; this is foreshadowing the Ahsoka series, since the fruit was first seen in Rebels and also the last time it was seen before this episode.

Bo-Katan speaks up and makes a plan. And it’s not surprising that at first nobody speaks up; but it isn’t until Din “I didn’t want to be here but here I am so I might as well” Djarin offers to join her, that Koska Reeves says she will go too. Only after she has spoken, Axe agrees to go, and so does Paz Vizsla. It’s something that reunites them. The music as they head off-planet is beautifully haunting and confident.

The drop hatch in Bo’s ship opens, and the volunteers look down on the planet they once called home. They shake their head in horror and dismay at what’s left. It’s… really something, to feel secondhand dread and sorrow.

Din spots something in the distance; Bo realizes it’s the Nite Owls, the group she once used to be a part of. But how did she know, and why? They have nothing but a weathered and worn ground transport.

The captain of the Nite Owls recognize Bo and refer to her full title as Lady Bo-Katan Kryze. They do not forget that she was and remains Mandalorian royalty.

During the dinner on the ground transport boat, the captain spoke of the refusal to give up, but Bo drops a verbal and historical bombshell on the entire party: she had to surrender under the choices given to her, in that if she did, her people would be spared. She surrendered, but as the Empire is wont to do, they didn’t care and bombed her world anyway. She did what she thought was the right thing to do, she did what she thought she had to do to save her people, but it still didn’t end right. Bo isn’t usually one for diplomacy and talks for peace - that was her sister Satine’s specialty. However, because Bo did what she thought was right, it still wasn’t right. And she knew this, even if if it was “the only chance” to save her people, according to her. It was her mistake and she owes up to it. She screwed over big time in trying to do what she thought best for her people. What would have happened had she not surrendered? Would she have died earlier?

The captain brings up Death Watch - the very same terrorist splinter group who opposed the peacekeepings of Duchess Satine Kryze. The Armorer notes how “Death Watch exists no longer.”

Bo states, “Our people have suffered time and time again. From division and squabbling factions.” I feel like she is in part referring to how differences between her and her sister Satine - war vs peace - have driven them apart, and now that Satine has long been murdered and gone, it’s caused Bo nothing but pain and loneliness. It’s driven the Mandalorians nowhere but apart. “It is always our own division that destroys us” is a very powerful and deeply regretful statement that Bo makes.

Bo admits her mistake. She is by no means perfect; she’s lost everything, and part of it by her own hubris. “I was selfish. And this is what it wrought,” she laments. When Din speaks to her, she admits to not knowing if she is able to keep the Mandalorians from splintering like they always did. It’s a very heavy duty, weighed down with much sorrow and regret.

Din speaks of the Darksaber: “I only know of this weapon what you taught me. To be honest, it means nothing to me or my people. Nor does station or bloodline. What means more to me is honor. And loyalty. And character. These are the reasons I serve you, Lady Kryze. Your song is not yet written. I will serve you until it is.” The thing about the Darksaber is that what we know of it from the Clone Wars and Rebels is that whosoever wields the blade gets to rule Mandalore, via bloodline and station. Seems like only the Mandalorian royals have held this blade for ages. However, Bo is a princess with a ravaged planet, unsure of leading a fractured people who have never once known peace. Din respects her not because she is a princess, but because of who she is as a person. He sees a loyal warrior who does not want to give up despite all signs pointing to how and why she should. She’s lost everything and deserves nothing yet here she stands on her own two feet, against the world and many more to come. Her story we know but little of, and the fact that Din knows her story is really only just beginning says a lot about her as a Mandalorian herself. Mandalorians do not quit, that much we know.

It feels bright and upbeat and deceptively confident when the series theme music plays as the crew set of in search of the Great Forge.

The fight between Paz and Axe is a foreshadow. And it’s funny that Grogu stops the fight before it gets worse, as he’s technically not a Mandalorian so he’s from “neither” side and so, he could step in. Hilarious how a child can stop two grown men from punching each other’s daylights out.

The Mythosaur emerges! And I like how it serves as an incentive for the Mandalorians to go further into their former civilization.

When the Imperials come in with their jetpacks, the first thing I thought of was that little mini-arc in Rebels where Sabine was revealed to have created some tech for the Empire that had something to do with the Mandalorian beskar armor, whereupon she was like “yeah I did that but I must destroy that tech because it’s bad even though I did it when was in the Academy”

I thought it was cool when the theme song played as Din brought up the back of the war party, and advanced to the front of it, charging headfirst into battle, with Paz and Bo right behind him.

Din is captured and disarmed, and Moff Gideon states, “Thanks to your planet’s rich resources, I have created the next-generation Dark Trooper suit forged from Beskar alloy.” The fact that he says “next-generation” implies that there was a previous generation to begin with. Aka, Sabine’s technology for the Empire that had something to do with Beskar. I don’t know if this is true or false.

Gideon also says, “By aggregating the best of each [cloners, Jedi], I will create an army that will bring order to the galaxy”. That is part of the groundwork for the beginnings of the First Order.

Bo creates a diversion, an escape route, and Paz leads the way out, firing his gatling gun-type blaster cannon like a man with nothing else to lose. He fires repeatedly, and ignores Bo’s orders. His final sacrifice is noble and is no less what is expected of a Mandalorian like him.

The appearance of the Praetorian Guards are no surprise. We last saw them in TLJ, very efficient warriors and guardsmen. Makes sense that they be brought out to bring down the last Mandalorian standing in the room. They waste little energy and leave as quickly as they enter.

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Finishing thoughts:

I like how this episode went. With the multiple mentions of Thrawn and Hux, the intentional integration of a Meiloorun fruit, and the mention of “next-gen” beskar armor, I really would not be surprised if Thrawn and/or Ezra and/or Ahsoka and/or Sabine make an appearance toward the end of next week’s finale, given the trailer for Ahsoka from Celebration weekend.

Also not surprising that Pedro Pascal and Katie Sackhoff are top-billed this episode. The rest get “co-starring” credits.

One interesting feature is a concept art in the credits showing all the Mandalorians by the fire, and Din and Bo are speaking to each other, his hand on her shoulder. This scene was never in the show. But the overall concept art is amazing in terms of scale, lighting, and detail.

We still have one more episode to go. Emily Swallow, who portrays The Armorer, spoke with Collider during the Lucasfilm panel at Celebration. When asked what she thought fans would think of next week’s finale, she had this to say: “Well, I think there are gonna be some people who are like 'Woohoo! Yeah!'' and some people were like 'I hate this!' this because there always are.” I can’t wait until next week to find out what that is.