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Promised starter for @legacyofvader

      All of them needed a break from working – especially Cuinn and Ren. They were the two that were constantly at work. Cuinn with his paperwork and training regime to uphold, plus his authoritive appearance to the Stormtroopers that he loomed over so much. Ren had nothing to worry about in that regard; he was ‘scary’ looking (not to Cuinn), and he had the acceptance from Snoke on most parts. Cuinn did not see that as something to be jealous of; just something to keep in mind for the future. 

Approaching Ren, there’s one thing you needed to keep in mind: they kept to themselves in this relationship in regard to how public this was. Cuinn had no desire to show off to them (I mean, he wouldn’t care if they did, but he was in no rush to show off Ren), and the idea that sooner or later Snoke would speak to them about this, was something that always sat at the back of Hux’s mind. Not for being worried about possibly being ‘executed’, no. He kept it in the back of his mind because, well, he ENJOYED spending time with Ren. Cuinn held a big admiration for Ren, and being able to kiss the man and be intimate with him was just a bonus.

At this point, they are past the first date. Their first date was, well, it could be considered a date, you could say. Even the most evil people have a desire to date, you know? Once he’s before Ren, Cuinn raises a hand and presses a hand to his shoulder, letting out a deep breath. His fingers curling inward and into the fabric that covered Ren’s pale skin. Mask on or off, Cuinn was pleased with Ren’s presence. “Ren..” Cuinn mutters, keeping a distance between them. “I would like you to assist me on a walk.. as today is [surprisingly] a slow day, I wish to spend some of it with you..”

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✘ It was not unusual for the general to approach him as the nights wore on. The fewer the troops that were around, the quicker Cuinn would come running to him. It was sentimental. Almost more so than Ren was comfortable with. Between his continued training in the ways of the dark side and Hux’s persistence in keeping the First Order a well-oiled machine, he was surprised that they’d found time for each other to grow closer. It was all a complicated mixture of emotion for Ren. His learnings were ones of passion, though he had never actually factored the prospect of “love” into them. Even then, to say that Kylo Ren was “in love” with Hux, well, even that might’ve been a stretch. They were partners; who happened to build a rather close bond with each other during the destruction of Starkiller Base. After all, it was the general that personally pulled him from the exploding base. Even if he had been commanded to, the action proved that maybe Hux wasn’t as cold-hearted to Ren as he’d thought. If there had ever been a chance to kill him; he’d missed his shot.

Hux’s tone was more hushed than usual, and his fingers clutched to the fabric in a way that made Ren unsure if it was wise to pursue him tonight. Whatever the situation, Ren surely had the power to sway Cuinn one way or another. He breathed a soft sigh, muttering under his breath. “Very well, General. Please. Lead the way.” He was thankful for the mask that adorned his head. It kept out invasions of his privacy. Hux was incredibly talented at reading the emotions on Ren’s face. Ren had taken to guarding himself even more closely when he was around the General in public. “What brings you to my sector this time, Hux?” He said, his voice masked by the apparatus. “Not feeling particularly lonely, I hope.”

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✘;; That moment when you make a small promo for a private blog that you had no intention of doing serious roleplay on, (Literally, just for a Spidey who I adore, who likes to archive their messages.) goes slightly viral. WTF is this website.

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Mini-Hiatus.

✘;; Hello, everyone. I’m sure some of you have noticed that I haven’t replied to threads, and have basically vanished off the face of the Earth again for the past week. Long story short, my computer is/was broken again, and I’m having a hell of a time getting the technicians to actually do their job and give me all my files. Point is, I haven’t forgotten you guys. I’m just fighting tooth and nail to get everything back to the way it was for me. I’m sorry.  

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@phasma-cannon @phcsmc

✘;; When your boyfriend, @turpitcde, is trying to hook you up with a nice girl.. Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

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Back to School.

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✘ Ben nodded and smiled lightly at the other’s suggestion before straightening his tie and shirt out. Well, so far this whole situation wasn’t too bad. At least the star faculty member was well-adjusted and seemed like a decent guy. He even seemed a bit more charming and smooth than online interviews made him out to be. That task alone had already seemed almost impossible to do. “Hey now. Don’t get too big of a head just because some art nerd likes your movies.” He teased, before pacing around the desk, towards the door to the hallway. “You’re a great film maker, and I may be just some spring chicken to you; but I won’t put up with that lofty attitude. You got it? “I don’t suppose I could get you anything, right? You want a coffee? How do you take it?”

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✘ The laugh that resonated from the knight could be heard catching in Ren’s throat. What was really stopping him from choking the fiery bastard to death right now? Loyalty to the Supreme Leader? His own misbegotten amusement? Did he expect Ren to just plop down onto his lap? Whatever it was, he somehow kept his patience for the General’s game, stepping a little closer to the other man. “General. I believe I asked nicely. You brought me in here. Move.” He commanded, slamming his palms on the desk.

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@generale-hux

✘ The thick soles of Kylo Ren’s boots echoed down the corridors leading to the command offices of the Finalizer. He found the notion of being summoned by Hux to be rather ballsy on the general’s behalf; having warned the officer more than once of his disinterest in being disturbed over trivial matters. His fists clenched as he walked, but he kept his movements slow, calm, and deliberate. There was little doubt in his mind that he would be on the receiving end of a lecture regarding the importance of the modules aboard the ship. His frustration had rained down upon 3 of the countless modules in little over a month. Perhaps he was overdue the lecture. Still, it was an annoyance to be summoned by the petulant general, and Ren’s patience was not to be tested. He passed into the shutter doors of Hux’s office, the hilt of his saber swaying slightly to his movements. He paced back and forth in front of the officer, giving of an aura that would cause most lesser soldiers to flee. Finally, he took a breath, addressing the general that had eyed his every movement with jovial amusement. “You wanted to see me, General?”

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Back to School.

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✘ The lanky man jumped a little bit as the door was rather forcibly ripped open in front of him. The man in front of him was only slightly shorter than him; but had a very authoritative air about him. He was sharply dressed and one couple almost see the sharp edges to him. The red hair and beard gave his identity away: Cuinn Hux, an up-and-coming film director and a current professor of film and video studies at the university. “Y-Yes. I’m, uh, Ben. Ben Solo.” He blinked a few times before suddenly standing to shake the man’s hand. “I’m your new assistant professor of painting and drawing.” He stammered a little, “You’re.. Cuinn Hux, right? I’m a fan of your work. It’s.. Really pretty brilliant. Like Aronofsky, but with a lot more control and grit.”  Ben wasn’t as huge of a film buff as many others were, but he understood the concepts associated with upper tier film making. Just being in front of such a sharp mind made him already feel inadequate to be there.  “I must’ve rushed through my morning routine. I just.. Didn’t want to be late. Seems like it would’ve left a bad taste in the other faculty member’s mouths.”

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General Hux raised a pale eyebrow at Ren’s tone, not exactly pleased but also not willing to lose composure over such childish antics. Keep it professional, Hux. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he watched the Force-sensitive man as he paced, taking note of how well he was doing in getting a rise out of the manchild.

“Do not attempt to lecture me about the unbridled merits of the Force over the robust power of science and technology, Ren. You will get nowhere,” he stated simply as he ashed his cigarette in a small ashtray. “Truly, you are nothing more than an overly glorified monk that is preoccupied with an irrelevant ancient religion. You have yet to prove your worth to me.”

He straightened up in his chair, sneering slightly at the man in front of him. Unadulterated hatred was coursing through his veins and it was taking an incredible amount of energy to not lunge at his adversary. Hux took the final drag of his cigarette before carefully putting it out. He looked up at Ren and pursed his lips.

“Do not forget who commands this ship, Ren.”

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✘ It was amazing how quickly Hux always managed to wear down Ren’s patience to a paper thin membrane; teasing it to snap and cause another fit of rage from the knight. He already felt his limbs gravitate towards the cracked saber hilt hanging on his belt. If Hux had been a lesser officer, he would have been dead a long time ago for this tone. “I know who commands this ship, general. Do you know who commands this army?” He mused, moving closer to the seated man. “I’ll give you a hint: He’s in this room, and he’s not smoking. Who could it be?” He tilted his head underneath the mask. “I have proven myself time and time again. Over and over. It’s the soldiers that you chose to employ that fail you. That have yet to prove their worth. If we didn’t need them to keep this operation running, I would’ve slaughtered all of them after the defeat on Takodana.” He leaned into the man. His face was only inches away from the other, but no heat of breath radiated from the mask, only the coolness of the steel. “I don’t know what the Supreme Leader sees in you. I can’t tell if he thinks you are similar to your father, or if you’re just some second-rate version of Tarkin. You certainly have the foolishness of the latter.”

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Back to School.

@turpitcde

✘ It was times like these that the nerves really began to kick in. But this is what Ben had signed up for with this job. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it; it was just easier to blame his stress levels than it was for him to accept the reality that this program might chew him up and spit him back out. Ben Solo, who stood out like a sore thumb, even in college, had just been hired as a new art professor for a prestigious Northern university. This was a job to kill for; an opportunity at a “real” career in a field he enjoyed. He’d be a fool to screw it up. If there was a will to get through this first week of faculty meetings, there was a way. He finished washing his hands, giving himself a final look over in the mirror before shuffling out into the corridors and towards the conference room, room 119. He flung open the door and peered inside, only to find an empty room. “What th---” He murmured to himself, immediately in a panic to check the time on his phone. “Oh..” 8:35. He was 25 minutes early. Always. It never failed. Even if he woke up 30 minutes late.  An already-frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he flopped down into one of the faux-leather office chairs, tossing his ledger on the Mahogany roundtable. There wasn’t much to do except wait for another face to show up to the office. Another grumble, and he pulled out his phone, the screen illuminating his thin features. But then again, it was times like these that a game like Flappy Bird’s usefulness really began to kick in.

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✘ The masked figure glanced down at the lit death stick in the officer’s hand. His attitude was not appreciated, and it was surely about to be returned. “Those are.. Terrible for you, you know. You /should/ be having several at a time, Hux.” He sneered at the officer beneath the chrome and painted steel, beginning to pace back and forth of the other man like some wild animal. He was caged in Hux’s office. Almost too literally.

“While I can’t help but admire your pension for time-keeping, general,” he began, his tone was full of spite, “I deem what’s mostly necessary around here: and the consoles that litter this ship are not one of them. You’re much too proud of these technological terrors at your disposal.” He un-clenched his fist for a moment. “Consoles will not save you from the Resistance, Hux; I can, however. You should be having more faith in me, and not your junk.”

The answer was a poorly-executed, jumbled mess. But it would satiate the officer. It almost always did. “I will try to keep my emotions in better check. Happy?”

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Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

[corellianflight-blog]

✘;; SIcken me. I beg of you.

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@gennhux @nihilisthux @hux-general

✘ The thick soles of Kylo Ren’s boots echoed down the corridors leading to the command offices of the Finalizer. He found the notion of being summoned by Hux to be rather ballsy on the general’s behalf; having warned the officer more than once of his disinterest in being disturbed over trivial matters. His fists clenched as he walked, but he kept his movements slow, calm, and deliberate. There was little doubt in his mind that he would be on the receiving end of a lecture regarding the importance of the modules aboard the ship. His frustration had rained down upon 3 of the countless modules in little over a month. Perhaps he was overdue the lecture. Still, it was an annoyance to be summoned by the petulant general, and Ren’s patience was not to be tested. He passed into the shutter doors of Hux’s office, the hilt of his saber swaying slightly to his movements. He paced back and forth in front of the officer, giving of an aura that would cause most lesser soldiers to flee. Finally, he took a breath, addressing the general that had eyed his every movement with jovial amusement. “You wanted to see me, General?”

[corellianflight-blog]

Have to vanish for a little bit.

✘;; I have to go and “adult” for a few hours. Thank you to all the Huxes and Phasmas that gave me such a warm feedback to my cries for attention. If you liked the posts, and I haven’t messaged you yet, sit tight until later tonight or go ahead and send me an IM and I’ll get to it as soon as possible.

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✘;; I secretly consider this my Hux harem. I hate all of you. So many of you guys that I haven’t reached out to express my hatred to. So, I thought I might take the opportunity to. If any of you would be interested in writing with me, please, take the time to like this post or just message me directly, so that I may get involved with you guys to some degree. If you’re interested, that is.