#implied kylux

[number1villainstan]

time travel fix-it au:

i spent way too much effort on this meme y'all better appreciate it

[aegcn]

I tried to draw him from memory and I think I just zeroed in on the RBF

[theladythunder]

The Fem!Kylux baby either resembles Liv Tyler or Cate Blanchett. Good to know.

[cosleia]

"shit, wrong ship", gingerpilot?

Poe blinked as the holographic image of Armitage Hux, First Order general, fanatic, murderer, evil, he was evil, but damn he was pretty, glitched and fizzled and blinked out.

Armitage never contacted him outside the carefully planned schedule that he himself had created and insisted upon, yet he’d appeared now, and he’d been lounging very provocatively across a low couch, and the things he’d been wearing—or barely wearing, really—

One thing Poe had learned early on about Armitage was that he was the type who liked games; there might actually be another guy, and there might not. Under the circumstances, Poe supposed it didn’t really matter.

And so, twenty minutes later, when Armitage sent the text-only message Are we still on?, Poe chewed his lip, ruffled a hand back through his hair, and typed back, Yeah, but next time you’re wearing that for me.

[kitters-litter-pile]

Don’t choke on your fruitless aspirations General.

[agent-nemesis]

Millie's Mysteries

I don't always write spite fics, but when I do, they involve Blue's Clues (the greatest show on Earth). --- “Millie!” Hux cries out in frustration as he sweeps an arm out to try to catch her. It's too late; she's halfway across the room, sitting down and eyeing him wearily. Hux sighs. She'll by back be the time he needs her in the scene. He hopes. For now, he drapes the red sheet over his black standard issue armchair (the closest approximation to the big, soft armchair he can reasonably find). He frowns at the wall behind it. He'll have to figure out how to edit it later. This isn't something he can task his motivational holo editing team with. Still, he has his green striped shirt and tan slacks and, importantly, a brown wig. He hasn't decided if he should go with his natural look or not. After all, this is Millie's Mysteries, not Blue’s Clues, but if he changes his hair, he should really do his own take on the rest of the outfit, but right now, he doesn't have any ideas. He sits down in the chair and collects his Handy Dandy Datapad. A quick check of the surroundings confirms that all of the props are ready. Now he just needs Millie. “Millie!” He pleads with his cat. Millie ignores him, choosing to lift up a paw to lick instead. With a sigh, Hux resorts to a bribe. He produces a treat from his pocket, and Millie immediately takes interest and trots over to him. “Good girl,” he says, stroking her back after she jumps into his lap. “Now let's begin.” He clears his throat. “Begin recording,” he commands to the camera. Thankfully, Millie is finally cooperating. “Meow.” She eyes Hux hopefully, no doubt looking for more treats. “What's wrong, Millie?” Hux asks. “Meow.” “Oh my, someone stole your water bowl?* “Meow.” “Well, we had best find out what happened to it.” He reaches down beside the armchair and fishes out a beat up old Rebellion helmet with a carefully painted paw print on it. “Oh no,” he exclaims. “What's this?” Hux makes a show of examining it in front of Millie. “Meow.” “Was it the loathsome Resistance that stole your water bowl? They truly have no sense of decency.” He fishes out the Handy Dandy Datapad and sketches the helmet. Mail time is up next. The backing music is already prepared, but he has to wheel out the cardboard cutout mailbox himself. He picks up Millie so he can stand without tipping her off his lap, then carefully puts her down on the chair. Thankfully, she stays put while he drags the mailbox into the camera's view. He clears his throat again and pushes the “play” button, confident that he'll get the song and dance routine right the first time. The music starts, and so does Hux. “Here's the mail, it never fails. It makes me want to wag my tail. When it comes I want to wail, maaaaaai--” His bedroom door bursts open and Kylo Ren swoops in, lightsaber ignited and ready to swing. “I knew you were hiding something, General! Tell me, who else are you fu--” Hux is too mortified to even move. Ren quickly takes his helmet off and withdraws the saber, a look of confusion plastered across his face. “Hux, what are you *doing*?”

[petalouda85]

This is kinda based off of @solohux‘s #makehuxsuffer prompts, specifically “his own execution”. But I’ll be adding my own method of suffering for Hux in the follow up to this.

He had always known this would happen if the First Order ever fell. He knew that capture would be inevitable and death would be quick to follow. Still, he felt a sense of pride in himself. When the Resistance goons had found him, he fought. They thought they could easily apprehend him by appearing in the dead of the night but they had had underestimated the former General. Two Republican policemen had lost their lives and three more were injured before he was subdued and brought to the prison in the new Senate.

The trial was obviously a formality, a weak attempt to uphold their democratic ideals. Everyone knew that the verdict would be. There was no chance that it would be anything other than death.

They came for him in the afternoon, the policemen holding a pair of handcuffs, which Hux let them put on him without resistance. As they walked down the hallways, the other prisoners jeered at him in a feeble attempt to get a rise out of him. To their annoyance, he ignored them and held his head high, the only shift of expression coming when the door to the outside world opened and he was temporarily blinded by the light.

The sight he was greeted with gave him an odd sense of nostalgia. They were in front of a platform which reminded Hux of the one he stood on as he addressed his Stormtroopers and destroyed the Hosian system. However, there were no banners splaying the symbol of the Order and there were no soldiers in white anywhere. Senators, reporters and regular folk who wanted to witness his death made up the spectators, the last two screaming at him as he was forced to walk up the stairs to the top of the platform.

He made certain to make eye contact with each senator he passed as he headed towards the center though he stopped in his tracks when he spotted a familiar face.

It was his former co-commander of the Finalizer, the traitor now known as Ben Organa-Solo. He was standing next to his mother, his stance not as confident as Hux remembered it being. He seemed sad too, as though he wasn't happy to see his enemy die... How pathetic.

The two made eye contact and stared at each other, no words being spoken between the two.

I'm sorry, Armitage.

Don't be. Today, I'll be reunited with the man I love.

I'm still here.

You're not Kylo Ren. Hux immediately turned away, ignoring the voice of Ben in his head, and stared at the spot where he would die.

Beheading would be his death. A barbaric death for a barbaric man. Kneeling in front of the block, he stared over the crowd and listened as his long list of crimes were read out.

Murder, destruction of the Hosian System, torturing of prisoners, the list was endless.

Then the moment came. To the shouting of the crowds, Armitage Hux laid his head on the block, his face turned away from the one that would carry out the execution. Hearing the weapon be lifted, the man closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the image of the last person he still cared for.

"Bren... I love you." There was commotion behind him and the shouts increased exponentially but he ignored it, keeping his mind on the happy memories of his brother.

"NO!" Something heavy fell on top of Hux, the commotion suddenly going silent. The man dared to open his eyes, finding strands of red hair falling over his face. He let out a small gasp.

"Bren?"

To be continued

[vinnygothika]

Wasn't sure if I wanted to put this on Ao3, so put it here... just a lil thing I wrote up.. poor Phasma... _______ Phasma slammed back against the durasteel wall, head swimming with the impact, but thankfully her uniform took most of the blow. Snoke's bony hand extended and she felt her mind being pried into, a gasp escaping her lips behind the helmet. "Ah... you knew the General in the Academy... companion's, how touching... late night drinks in the cadet barracks, laughter, talking..." The way the Supreme Leader spoke the words was almost with a spat disgust, as if human interaction was absolutely appalling to him. She could see herself, and the young Armitage. The two of them laughing and talking with other cadets, him smoking, their years growing up, side by side until he took a different path. The two meeting up again when she gained the rank of Captian, and small smiles coming easy. Respect, she always held respect for him. Her being stationed aboard the Finalizer, and there he was in his glory, become now the General Hux. Their companionship coming back easy, but with a more stern and professional aspect than when they were merely cadets. "You're strong, so little fear in you, be calm Gwen... I'm not going to kill you." The pale tall eldritch being spoke again and she choked as he delved deeper with the dark force into her thoughts, she tried to hold it back but the image flashed before her vision. Hux coming to her with hope in his features, asking her help to get him and Kylo off the Finalizer, help them run for safety. Snoke sneered darkly. "Ah, love... you saw it, in his eyes.... the General's love for my apprentice..." A tuttering sound of disapproval escaped him as he finally released the trooper Captian. She dropped to her hands and knees, breath heavy and crackling through the voice coder. "That, will not do dear Gwen... that simply will not do."