#Eamon Hux

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Modern Emperors

[Auren Hux & Eamon Hux from Modern Emperors]

who hogs the duvetI don’t think Eamon has a duvet? They’re pretty much sprawled wherever.

who texts/rings to check how their day is goingEamon plays with his phone more, Auren loses track of time.

who’s the most creative when it comes to giftsAuren is creative in a terrifying and sometimes regrettable way.

who gets up first in the morningTechnically Eamon but just because Auren never goes to bed in the first place. It’s been four days dude, go to bed.

who suggests new things in bedThey’re equally creative but Auren is more interested in quantity than quality at times.

who cries at moviesNeither of them, but Auren shouts at idiots in sci-fi movies sometimes.

who gives unprompted massagesEamon because Auren’s joints are made of concrete (go to bed Auren).

who fusses over the other when they’re sickAuren freaks the fuck out when Eamon is sick and once tried to quarantine himself in the snow when he had the flu. Eamon doesn’t need any of this shit.

who gets jealous easiestAuren does not like anyone else fucking Eamon but otherwise hes very happy to share.

who has the most embarrassing taste in musicEamon is eternally embarrassed by Auren’s love of literally anything.

who collects something unusualAuren has hoarding tendencies, there’s a huge amount of food under his bed and at one point he was collecting scrap metal from other peoples bins. .

who takes the longest to get readyEamon 100% Auren doesn’t understand why theres more than one bottle of soap in the bathroom.

who is the most tidy and organisedEamon is well put together while Auren is tidy in public spaces and an absolute slob elsewhere.

who gets most excited about the holidaysAuren doesn’t understand holidays, Eamon’s probably not that bothered until they have BB at which point it turns into a comedy of errors.

who is the big spoon/little spoonIt’s more like a disorganised cutlery drawer depending on who is in bed with them.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sportsAuren is an absolute fucking nightmare when it comes to anything he can win.

who starts the most argumentsTwo Huxes in the same house? They’ll both deny starting it but they’ll both want to finish it.

who suggests that they buy a petI can’t imagine either of them having a pet. BB probably wants a dog like the one Charon watches sometimes.

what couple traditions they haveDressing up in identical outfits and scaring the shit out of people. Hunting together. Hunting each other. 

what tv shows they watch togetherI’m not sure Auren would understand most TV shows.

what other couple they hang out withThey’re pretty close to Phasma & Ares (Ares being BB’s mom) and there’s a odd relationship with Dex & Mitaka thats probably as close as they get to friends.

how they spend time together as a coupleAssassinating people for money, building a business empire, looking good.

who made the first moveAuren bought Eamon a drink in a bar.

who brings flowers homeEamon brought a plant home from the woods once, does that count? Auren isn’t sure what the point of non-edible plants is.

who is the best cookEamon by far, Auren can only just manage mac&cheese.

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"No, you gave that to BB for their 15th birthday." "Ha! I distinctly recall you presenting it to BB for completing primary school." "I'm not going to give a child a huge knife." "Such a pity that your memory is leaving at this age." "BB!" "Hey, Dad, what's up?" "When did you receive this knife?" "I dunno... I stole that out of a cupboard when I was like six." "So. You've lied to us all these years?" "I didn't lie. I just never felt the need to correct you." "This is your child, Auren."

[This relates to this amazing knife here. BB is Eamon and Auren’s NB kid in the Modern Emperors verse. They deliberately don’t know which of them is BB’s father, not that DNA testing would actually tell them anything anyway.]

The weirdly organic looking Damascus steel blade sat in the middle of the coffee table glinting dully. Auren had perfected the art of making the multicoloured folded steel years ago and this particular example was shaped to resemble a lighting bolt. It’d do a lot of damage in the wrong (or right) hands. 

Which made it odd that they’d found it just sticking out of BB’s backpack that sat abandoned on the kitchen counter now their child was home for the winter holidays. Surely BB knew better than to take something like that to college, even if it was technically BB’s property. Which is definitely was... it was just that neither of them remembered how it had ended up in BB’s possession. 

"No, you gave that to BB for their 15th birthday." Auren said with a shake of his head.

"Ha!” Eamon jabbed a finger at him. “I distinctly recall you presenting it to BB for completing primary school." 

"I'm not going to give a child a huge knife." He wouldn’t have either. The balance would have been all wrong. Skinny underdeveloped wrists could never have wielded it properly. He’d have give BB something lighter. 

Eamon sneered. "Such a pity that your memory is leaving at this age."

Clearly this was an argument that wouldn’t be settled easily. Auren turned towards the door to the basement. "BB!" 

There was the thunder of teenage feet up the stairs and BB poked their head around the door, too long hair half covering their eyes. "Hey, Dad, what's up?"

BB still addressed them as one entity. Half the time Auren wondered if maybe they were right on that count. However this wasn’t one of those times.

He pointed at the coffee table. "When did you receive this knife?" 

"I dunno...” BB said with a shrug. They ran their fingers through their hair in a very Eamon-like gesture. “I stole that out of a cupboard when I was like six." 

Auren blinked. He really hadn’t expected that answer. "So. You've lied to us all these years?" 

The question made BB roll their eyes and lean on the door frame with a pout. "I didn't lie. I just never felt the need to correct you." 

Eamon clapped his Likeness on the back. "This is your child, Auren."

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The General and the Knight / Crossover/ gifs made by me :)

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Killing Strangers

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2GThMSm

by fedaykin

We're Killing Strangers, so we don't kill the ones that we love.

Hux is the top assassin in Seattle, the poster boy for their community with a perfect success rate. He's quick, efficient, and arrogant - although, rumors suggest a darker side, one that toys with prey until the splash of red is perfect. Then Snoke’s protégé, Kylo Ren, arrives in the city working under a different set of rules and pushes the balance from order to chaos. Hux hates him, yet is intrigued by him. Is Ren merely following orders or is he something worse? Either way, he is not good for the city and Hux will put Ren in his place.

(Kylux Assassin AU - inspired by John Wick)

Words: , Chapters: 1/17, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Ones That We Love

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Eamon Hux

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Kylux - Freeform, Modern AU, Alternate Universe - Assassins & Hitmen, Kylux Assassins a la John Wick, Sniper Hux, Blood, Violence, Murder, Drug Use, Gun Violence, Alcohol, Tag As I Go

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2GThMSm

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*blood hands plays in the background* ♫

A gift commission from @creepycreepyspacewizard for @huxplicit of Eamon Hux from the Modern Emperors AU! I hope you like him, I sure had a lot of fun drawing him, he’s such a great character :D

commission info | my art

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The Modern Emperors (+Phasma) doing a glam photoshoot. 

I implore @creepycreepyspacewizard or @huxplicit to write a dialogue to this because I imagine there goes a lot of bitching behind the scenes of this :-D

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sometimes I'm just overcome with how much I love Auren. I mean, I love all of your Huxes, but I have a special connection with that mess. He's so delightfully fucked up but if you give him the right environment, he's also charming and sweet. I just. I just fucking LOVE Auren.

Auren Hux would be a one trick pony without Eamon Hux.

I mean, in the original Ultraviolence fic verse Auren and Kylo would have just been awful together forever (rather than the new 2.8million years haha). By the time Lieutenant-General Hux became General Hux he was an irredeemable monster. Maybe it was developing Starkiller, maybe it was just four more years of doing whatever the hell he wanted to prisoners, maybe it was four more years of sycophant crew members or maybe it was just four extra years of shitty rations. But LTG Auren Hux was brought low, as low as he could possibly get (again, since he was almost reliving his childhood but in a cultural backwater) and Eamon pulled him out of it.

Eamon is a killer, theres no two ways about that. They had fun together that first night, a hell of a lot of fun together, but what was there to stop Eamon just cutting his throat when he found out Auren was still in town and fucking up his image? At some point Auren must have woken up in a cold sweat in Eamon’s bed with the crystal clear revelation that if HE’D found Eamon wandering around The Finalizer in a sleep deprived haze Auren would have undoubtedly spaced him. But Eamon brought him home, cleaned him up, let Auren tell him an insane-but-true story and then… let him stay. They became Likenesses because Eamon let Auren stay. They became the other half of each other’s soul because EAMON LET AUREN STAY. They married and had a kid and built an empire that improved a billion lives BECAUSE EAMON LET AUREN STAY.

Doesn’t matter what Eamon’s opinion is on that, or how he rationalises it to Auren- it is an absolute. Auren is still an awful fucker but he’s only as good as he is because Eamon let him in and kept him.

Eamon isn’t even consciously the driving force behind Auren’s good deeds but the fact that Eamon even gives a singular fuck about him is the reason Auren does anything at all.

If Eamon hadn’t cared then Auren would have died in that gutter or in the next, if Eamon had patched him up and tossed him out Auren would be an Dark Emperor on a throne of skulls by now. But Eamon let him stay. He gave the broken traumatised lost murder boy a place to stay and arms to lay in, and look how far he could go. All because of Eamon.

I fucking love Eamon Hux.

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Writing prompts: The following are suggestions, feel free to pick and choose: 47 - your rarepair, 57 - kylux, 79 - modern emperors

47: “You’re cute when you’re angry.” The burly Stormtrooper Sergeant said with a nasty grin. “Like a lothkitten spitting because I took its toy away.”

The other stormtroopers laughed. It wasn’t a nice sound. Something about it made the hairs on the back of Matt’s neck stand on end.

Usually he tried to ignore the jerks and get on with his job but this time he abandoned his tools to peer out of the grating.

Seven stormtroopers were blocking the corridor. A waifish figure in a Petty Officer’s uniform was shaking with rage while they loomed over him. Matt would know those gelled locks anywhere.

The Sergeant raised a gauntlet covered fist.

“Hey! Don’t hurt him!” Matt shouted.

“Oh, look!” The Sergeant sneered. “Is that worthless radar tech really going to save y… argh! Fuck! You little shit, you broke my no…. ARGH!!”

Matt shook his head as the Sergeant went down bleeding and screaming under 107lbs of pent up fury.

“Oh babe, you’re going to end up on a charge again,” he sighed.

57: Hux had specifically asked that fire and evac drills not be run during his sleep cycle. He was absolutely certain he’d given that order.

Once he was back in his quarters he’d have to contact ops and rip someone to shreds.

It wasn’t that he didn’t respect the need for emergency simulations. He of all people knew how important they were. It was just… undignified.

Standing at the muster point in his pfassking sleepwear with random crew members pretending not to look at his bare legs and narrow shoulders and then Ren, godsdamn Kylo Ren looking like terror personified in robes and helmet, made everything worse by asking-

“Is that my shirt?”

Hux felt his whole body blush. It was. And his boxers too.

79: Sharing a bed was a weirdly unfamiliar sensation. It shouldn’t have been.

From the fall of Arkanis until he became a cadet Hux had been used to bedding down wherever there was space and warmth. There had been sleep cycles where they’d slept five or six children to a mattress just to keep from freezing if the atmospherics failed.

Even after he’d graduated up to the guaranteed bunks of the dormitories doubling up had still regularly been necessary for survival. But that had been years ago.

He’d been in solo quarters for nearly a decade and however many lovers passed between his sheets they never, ever stayed.

Come to think of it- Hux had never meant to stay here either.

It had just happened once, after a long and thrilling night on the hunt. Then it had happened again a month later when they were both too sore and tired to move. Then with increasing regularity until somehow he had a preferred side of the bed. His knives were in the bedside table, his clothes were in the closet.

There were still some things in ‘his’ room- personal knick knacks and dangerous experiments by equal measure- but his day to day needs were right here.

An icy cold hand settled between his shoulder blades.

Yes everything he needed was right here.

The hand shoved him, hard, while the sheets were tugged away.

“Stop hogging all the blankets!”

Well, at least there was no risk of falling too deeply into gooey sentimentality.

With a speed his Likeness probably didn’t expect, Hux rolled over to pin the blanket liberator to the mattress.

Beneath him Hux- the other Hux, Eamon, his Likeness, his other, his sphalerite- glared up at him through bloodshot eyes.

“If you were cold you had only to say,” Auren purred, “I can think of a dozen ways to warm you up.”

“Oh fuck off and let me sleep.” It was more of a mumble than a proper protest, though the elbow aimed at his windpipe made Eamon’s seriousness quite clear.

Auren shrugged and rolled away enough to lay beside Eamon. 

“That was always an option.” He said quietly as he manhandled the identical but different body of his Likeness so they lay back to chest.

“Bullshit.” Eamon said through a yawn.

Settling his hand on the slight outline of Eamon’s abs Auren kissed his neck. “Just you watch me, I’ll let you sleep for a whole twelve hours unmolested.”

“Do you think I can’t feel you poking my thigh?”

“I’m not doing anything with it, am I?” Auren muttered. “Go the fuck to sleep.”

Sharing a bed felt strange. Holding a lover close with no intention of doing more than sleep felt very, very weird. But oddly pleasant. Perhaps he could get used to it. He was getting used to everything else.

Of all the new experiences this backwards planet had given him- this was one he wouldn’t be willing to give up.

Nearly 200 Writing Prompts

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Auren loves St. Patrick's Day this year, he knows to treat it more like an orgy starring himself. Then someone pinches him for wearing all black. And that's why the club on 8th street burned down. Eamon doesn't want to talk about it. Especially since he liked their fried pickles.

Ahahahahahaha that’s what you get for looking like a bobble-headed Leprechaun Hux! He’s never going to get the hang of these crazy earth customs.

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A little homage to my favourite Assassin Hux for his writer’s birthday. All my love to @huxplicit and Killing Strangers over on AO3

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Chapter 7 of Killing Strangers by @huxplicit​ . The Kylux boys get dressed up for an art show but Kylo doesn’t cope so well with the assassination Snoke has ordered him to carry out.

Closeups under the cut.

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An Evening's Entertainment by GenerallyHuxurious

For @huxplicit | Rated - Explicit | Words - 6,324 | Read it now on AO3

Two versions of Hux, one city, four hours, four targets to be assassinated. One of their targets is 'The Other Hux'. Who will win?

This is why Hux should NEVER be allowed to be bored...

Part 12 of Modern Emperors a Hux/Hux canon meets modern assassin AU.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Assassins & Hitmen, Huxcest, Self-cest, Multiple Selves, AU Crossover, Mistaken Identity, Confusion, Boredom, Modern Assassins, Murder Husbands, Electrocution, Poisoning, Car Accidents, Well Not An ACCIDENT, Gambling, Fist Fights, Play Fighting, Minor Character Death, Stabbing, Broken Bones, Flirting, Bad Flirting, Cultural Differences, Canon Hux Tries His Best, Sexual Frustration

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39, Modern Emperors

[39. “How long have you been standing there?”]Dancing hadn’t been a part of the space refugee curriculum. It wasn’t something he understood.

Eamon was so good at it. He could lure anyone he wanted in the world with just the way his body followed the beat. Auren had a rhythm all his own, but it needed proximity and fewer clothes to be effective.

Still, there was something to this ‘Spotify’ business. It kept him alert when the caff stopped working. Especially since Eamon had taken away the meds he’d found.

He was shuffling around his office- in what he thought was a fair impression of Eamon’s skills- waiting for the latest model to render when he heard a soft chuckle at the doorway.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Oh not nearly long enough. I was hoping you’d do the thing with your ass again.”

Auren flushed and looked away.

“Hey, I liked the thing with your ass!” Eamon grinned. “How about I come in there and you can teach me?”

“Fuck you.”

“Only if you’ve got time.”

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

[20. “Just admit I’m right.”]

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

“Just admit I’m right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smirked. {What’s the difference?}

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

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

{No. Not at all.}

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

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

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

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Father's Day prompt- 'Galaxy's #1 Dad' mug

[Wow this got out of hand! Nonny please accept 2,008 words of kid fic. BB is the nonbinary child of Hux & Hux in Modern Emperors while JakJak is the dimension hopping monster son of Kylux from Laeti Vescimur Nos Subacturis & To Sleep, Perchance.]

JakJak liked this world. It was simple. Just humans, low tech, and - apart from the language - it was easy to navigate.

The language made no sense. He’d heard people speaking multiple tongues here while the trade language seemed to be Basic. But the writing didn’t tally up.

For example, his friend BB spoke Basic, though they called it English. They kept trying to teach him the letters, but the nature of his travel made it hard to follow. He didn’t always find himself here sequentially. He still wasn’t entirely sure how he moved between universes at all.  

Once, a few years ago to him but three months in the future for them, BB had shown him some weirdly two dimensional holos that they thought would explain matters. But the ‘movies’ had just confused him. He didn’t travel at 88 miles an hour. Nor was he a human-looking droid. He just went and there he was, nothing more to it.

He’d work it all out one day he knew, but right now he was more interested in learning about the places he visited and the things he saw.

Today they were out with the babysitter, not on any particular mission just ‘out of the house before they drove them out of their mind’.

“What’s that?” He asked, pointing with a hand that was mostly human right now.

BB rolled their eyes. They were the only child of the local rulers - two copies of his own father offset by a few years - and they never seemed to take his questions seriously.

“It’s a book shop.” They said, then continued when his expression didn’t change- “where you buy books. And all kinds of silly things because people don’t buy books any more.”

“What’s a book?”

Pinching the bridge of the nose and wearily closing golden eyelashes was such a father gesture that JakJak actually feared he’d get reprimanded. BB had insisted they weren’t a clone, but at times like this JakJak really didn’t believe them.

“Paper, with writing on it. To record and dis-trib-ute knowledge.”

“You sound just like father,” JakJak said. “Wow. I can’t believe you still have those, I’ve never seen one in real life. Papa has one but he’s says it’s full of ancient Sith secrets so we’re not allowed to see. I thought you had datapads?”

“Yes, but some people still like paper.”

“Huh.” JakJak crinkled his brow. “Why is the window all full of blue cards and balloons?”

“Oh.” They looked at the signs. “It must be Father’s Day soon. Dad says I ‘shouldn’t fill the house with junk’ but I know for a fact he’s kept every macaroni and paste picture I’ve made in my entire life, and I’m pretty sure he still has the travel mug Dad had made the year I was born. So I’ll still get something.”

JakJak could feel his frown deepening as it always did when BB talked about their fathers  as singular ‘Dad’. It was hard to follow which one they meant, though the few times he’d seen them he hadn’t been able to tell them apart either.

Except that one time at a picnic when they’d taken their shirts off to play some sport or other. JakJak had been surprised to see that one of them had almost the exact same shoulder scars as his own father, though he lacked the ones one his belly and back.

That had been disorientating. JakJak was used to seeing copies of his father in every universe, but until then he’d thought only his father and Papa Carolus had those scars. He’d wondered how many others had them too, but he’d yet to work out an unwierd way to ask.

“Your fathers set up a day just so that people would buy them gifts?” He asked, mildly appalled. “I thought Empire Day was bad, but at least that wasn’t father’s idea.”

BB shoved him none too gently. He had the strength to resist but that usually worried people, so he let himself fall into the wall instead.

“What?! No!” They cried. “It’s like a hundred year old holiday or something! People had been celebrating Mother’s Day for years and they decided to make a Father’s Day to balance it out. So everyone buys their parents gifts. Well. Not everyone. Some people have awful parents… Dad gets a lot of work on those holidays.”

For some reason BB’s fathers still laboured under the misapprehension that their child didn’t know they were assassins. Of course JakJak’s Papa Kylo killed people all the time, but he was the Emperor’s Lord Protector. For some reason that seemed more honourable than assassination.

JakJak didn’t say that though. Last time he’d said that outloud BB had pushed him into the Puget Sound. He hadn’t liked that.

“Oh. Okay.” That seemed safe.

“Hah! Look at this!” BB called excitedly from the window. “You should get two of these! Oh, I might get two for Dad too.”

He really hadn’t understood the sentence but JakJak dutifully peered at the object indicated by BB’s finger. It was a white mug with incomprehensible local scrawl across the side.

“Uh, what does it say?”

BB sighed and looked ready to tell him off when they suddenly stopped mid-breathe. “Oh. If you can’t read it then they won’t be able to either, will they?”

JakJak shook his head.

“I wonder if they sell any kits?” They said thoughtfully.

JakJak liked sitting at the table in Dex’ apartment. There was cookie jar in the shape of a cat in the middle, and Dex never complained about him eating them all. Or about serving him raw meat. That was nice. A lot of people didn’t like to handle it.

He liked this Dex. This Dex laughed a lot more than his own. But then this Dex still had their Mitaka. In his universe Papa Kylo had killed Mitaka by accident long before JakJak was even born. That was a strange thing to think about. It made his chest feel funny, so he stopped.

BB had spread paper all over the surface of the table and arranged the four mugs so they could show him how to use the kit.

“Write on the surface with the pens. If you go wrong wipe it off with the alcohol wipes. When we’re done Dex can put them in the oven to cure before Dad gets here to pick me up, when you have to go home.”

“Ok.” He nodded and picked up a purple coloured pen. “What should I write?”

“The mug I saw said ‘Galaxy’s Number 1 Dad’.” BB said, writing the words on the paper as they spoke. “I thought that was funny since you said your father was Galactic Emperor.”

At the sink Dex snorted but didn’t turn around. JakJak put his tongue out at them anyway. It was a very long tongue, and forked today, so he felt it made his point.

Writing on the shiny surface took a lot of concentration and it was only when he’d finished that JakJak realised he still had his tongue sticking out between his teeth. BB didn’t notice- they were too busy staring at his writing with their mouth open.

“That’s Basic?!” They asked, apparently stunned but something as simple as writing.

JakJak laughed. “No, the letters are called Aurebesh.”

“Oh my god, that’s what Dad writes in when he wants to make notes no one can read!”

The last part was a conspiratorial whisper, like it was some kind of secret Dex shouldn’t know about. JakJak didn’t really understand why.

“Can you show me how do it?” Now that would be easy.

The Emperor kept a clear desk. It was a point of pride. It was also a point of keeping his Force damned sanity in the face of a horribly complicated galaxy.

Which made the pair of white cylinders sitting in the middle of the desk a source of irritation.

Who the pfassk had dared to leave… oh.

They were mugs. Very primitive stoneware mugs, exactly the opposite of the opulence that surrounded them.

A child had written on them.

He picked up the closest mug.

One side read- ‘GALAxY’s #1 fATHeR’ while the other bore the words ‘JAkJAK LoVEs YoU’.

Hux stared at it in confusion.

The other was the same but read ‘PApA’ instead of father. No, not the same. The writing was raised. It seemed like multiple layers of paint had been applied so fingers could detect the words.

With slightly trembling hands Hux carried them gingerly through the palace, opening doors with his elbows, until he reached the nursery.

Alia was standing on a box next to JakJak’s crib and clinging to her blind father’s robes as the pair watched the infant sleep. He was almost a month old but it didn’t look like the novelty would wear off anytime soon.

“Kylo?” He whispered, desperate not to wake the child he’d only persuaded to sleep an hour ago. “I found these in my office. Any idea what it means?”

Kylo studied them for a moment, borrowing Hux’ eyes to see what his fingers and the Force couldn’t show him.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think it means we’re the best fathers in the Galaxy?” He said with a grin.

The stare Hux gave him should have caused him to combust on the spot, but he just let his grin widen.

“Who left them there?! I know it wasn’t Alia, her handwriting is much better than this!”

Without looking away from the baby their daughter gave a prim, “thank you!”

“The clue is on the mug, Bren. JakJak did this.”

“He’s only 27 days old!”

“And he saved me from Snoke a month after he was conceived!” Kylo snapped back. In his crib JakJak stirred. Kylo reduced his volume as he continued, “this is just the way he is. We always knew he was different. We should expect… different things.”

Yes, perhaps they should. But in the scheme of things, time travelling just to make sure they knew they were loved should not count as a cause for concern.

The bed shook at the sudden assault.

“We’re being boarded, all hands to battlestations!” A sleepy voice said from under its pillow.

“Dad!” BB squealed when the other man-shaped lump in the bed reared up to envelope her in the sheets.

“I’ve captured the interloper Lieutenant General Hair Dye, what shall I do with…”

There was more screaming as the other figure sat up and hurled its pillow at the first. “Lieutenant General Hair Dye! How dare you?!”

“DAD!!”

“I apologise, let us make peace and defeat the invader... with tickling!!”

“DAAAAD nooooooo….”

“What do you think Auren? No mercy?”

“Of course!”

It was another ten minutes, and one of their fathers literally falling out of the bed, before BB admitted defeat.

“I surrender! Also, your coffee is going cold!” That, at least, was enough to force Auren to accept the surrender while the coffee would still be drinkable.

BB sat on Eamon’s knee to watch as Auren reached for his own mug. He turned white when he saw the text, which was impressive for a man as pale as a Hux.

“Auren? Are you okay?” Eamon asked, concerned.

Auren’s weaker left hand was shaking and threatened to spill the beverage on the sheets.

“Did you write this, BB?”

They nodded. “Yes, Dad, I made one for both of you.”

Eamon glanced at the mug on his side of the bed. The writing on that one was in English, not the angular but oddly familiar text on Auren’s mug.

There was silence for a moment as Auren seemed to weigh his options. Finally he put the mug carefully back in its place and turned to hug them both.

“One day you’re going to tell me where you learned that, okay?”

BB didn’t entirely understand, but they knew enough to take the out when it was offered. “Of course, Dad, but I don’t think you’ll believe me.”

“No, no I think I will.”

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"Hux, stay still for a minute." "We've been sitting on this roof for four hours, what's different now?” "The sunset." “The sun’s behind you." “Exactly.”

20 minute sketch for @huxplicit based on this photo. Mostly an excuse to try out more brushes :p