#hux drabble

[starlightsearches]

……… 👀 soft cnc with hux headcanons?

absolutely GNAWING at the bars of my enclosure, delaney!! here's something short and disgusting for you 💖

18+ only, pookies!! f! reader, non-con, dead dove do not eat!!!!!!

He keeps saying please, but it's not a question. Not with your wrists secured so tightly in his unbreakable grasp, with the weight of him like a cage around you, as immovable as steel.

Armitage speaks like he's asking for permission, and then proceeds as if this is something you've both agreed upon, despite the silence on your part. You can't speak past the press of his gloved hand over your mouth, breathing in heavy gulps of hot, leather-scented air through your nose.

You don't protest, though, when his hand shifts, don't cry out. And Armitage knows that it's because he had decoded all of your hidden signals with perfect exactness—has always understood your furtive glances, the weight of your gaze.

You don't try to stop him because you're made for him—so willing to serve him, to give him what he needs. And he needs this, seated inside your perfect cunt while your tears soak into the collar of his jacket in a moment too desperate for either of you to undress.

There aren't words to communicate what he feels, what bliss you've offered. Just the stroke of his fingers, down the side of your face, the press of his lips against your trembling mouth.

Armitage knows what's best for you. And he'll make sure you get it.

[girl-next-door-writes]

Thank you @kjs-s for this fabulous gif of my favourite ginger general. 

He was in an impossible situation. Standing on the bridge, surrounded by his superiors and subordinates, you kneeling before him, he knew what he had to do, but it broke him to do it. 

“General, you must execute the traitor.” Pryde’s clipped tone broke through his thoughts. It was clear he was being observed, his own life hanging in the balance if he failed to act now. 

Armitage couldn’t look at you as his hand rested on his blaster. You were his only friend, the one person who had been by his side through everything, the only person who knew he was the spy. 

It had all happened so fast. He had been about to be discovered and before he could do or say anything, he heard you confessing. In that moment his whole world fractured. You were willing to die for him? Knowing that, made him being the one to kill you almost impossible. 

His hand shook as he pointed his blaster at you, his bottom lip quivering as his eyes met yours. 

“It’s okay.” You mouthed to him, still protecting him even now. His mind raced, fighting to find a way out of this. 

He tensed his jaw and pulled the trigger, watching you slump to the floor. 

“I will dispose of the body.” He said coldly, bending and gathering you up in his arms, totally numb. 

As he walked towards the medical wing, you took a great gasp of air. It startled him so much he almost dropped you. His brain registered that you weren’t dead and immediately he bustled the two of you into an escape pod where he stared at you through his tears. 

“Told you it would be okay.” You gave him a shaky smile, unbuttoning your shirt to show the armour beneath.

“And if I’d shot you in the head?” He asked incredulously, still not quite believing his eyes.

“I was banking on you not wanting to mess up my pretty face.” You grinned and he pulled you into a tight hug. Armitage had no idea what would happen next, but he knew that he was not going to let you go. 

[moonlightshaiku]

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My Star Wars Sequel Trilogy OC!

Yeah, I have one of these. You can thank my friend for this (you know who you are).

Lieutenant Astin Garo is stationed on Kylo's ship....either before The Force Awakens or between that film and The Last Jedi, haven't decided yet.

He had joined the First Order out of necessity and wanting to fulfill a greater purpose and he ends up being comfortable at being promoted to and staying at the rank of Lieutenant.

Although, despite joining the First Order, he has little to no loyalty to the ideology and instead to those he believe deserved it.

Needless to say, Kylo and Hux is two of the few who does.

Also they might make him question his sexuality as well as realize that surprise, he's bi....and they defiantly made him question his topness but that besides the point.

I didn't write much of his appearance down because I forgot to like a dumbass soooo I totally forgot what he looked like, lmao. Sooo this all I got at the moment.

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"I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but I’m gonna find out. By keeping an eye on you. Excuse me? No, I don’t want to—Well, yes I’m here for lunch ... Why would I have lunch with you? I can keep an eye on you from a distance ... You know what? Fine. I will have lunch with you, because I want to figure out what the fuck you’re up to. Ask you? Oh, you wish, you just asked me, and I said yes. That’s as good as your gonna get."

I'm so tempted to just write out what I think Angel's dialogue would be 👀

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Anakin Skywalker/Sheev Palpatine

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Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

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Luke Skywalker/Biggs Darklighter

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[ama-ships]

At that moment, Amaryllis glances down at her arm where her sleeve is rolled up, eyes circling the bruises that littered her forearms before she reaches with her opposite hand to slide the sleeve of her sweater back down.

She glances around, certain that nobody saw anything, her focus returning to the task at hand as she lets both arms fall slack at her sides. It's the moment she swings her arm to grab something, the entirety of her body trembles at the pain that surges through her arm.

While she's certain nobody saw, it didn't go unnoticed by Hux, his green eyes darting in her direction as she shakes off the ache. He thinks that maybe he's imagining it, but it happens again, a look of concern washing over his usually stoic and serious expression.

Amaryllis tries her best to ignore it, but it can only go on for so long before she hears footsteps approaching, her gaze looking directly ahead before turning towards the sound to see Hux merely inches away, watching her closely.

"Bernier... Are you alright?" He asks, meeting her gaze momentarily before it falls to her unfavoured arm.

"Huh? Yeah, it's fine, General Hux... Thank you for your concern..." She smiles weakly taking a step back to maintain distance between him and herself.

"You seem to be favouring your right arm." He raises a brow, not letting her maintain the space between them.

When he grabs her right hand, she once again winces, both eyes screwing shut as she felt the warmth of his touch pushing up her sleeve, gaze falling on the finger-shaped bruises.

"Who did this?" He asks sternly, a hint of protectiveness locked into his tone.

"Just please... Leave it alone General..." She pulls her hand away, biting back a whimper from the pain, "I assure you the cause is over now."

Hux was taken back by her response, and despite his need to know more, he chose to respect her wishes for the time being, however, if any new marks appeared on Amaryllis outside of what would be caused by usual training, there would be hell to pay, Hux would make sure of that. And though he would respect her wishes, he couldn't truly let it stand.

[little-diable]

Kinktober 8 - Kylo Ren

Finally time for the next Kinktober drabble! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

🖤Hand kink + Branding 🖤

Warnings: 18+, smut, use of his powers, hand kink, branding her with the force, oral (m)

Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader (700 words)

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The words rolling off his tongue blurred past her without (y/n) getting the slightest chance to pick up on them. Her eyes were focused on his gloved hands, making his fingers appear even longer, reminding her of just last week when he had fucked her with his hand wrapped around her throat. 

It didn��t take long for Kylo to notice that she wasn’t focusing, not listening to the scolding words he spoke. He was fuelled by his anger, and had been forced to spend the last hour listening to Hux’s useless rambling, all while thinking of the way (y/n) had teased him just this morning. She had played a dangerous game, whining about him barely spending any time with her, followed by the quiet threat that she’d soon turn to others to get her fill.

Lies, nothing but lies, and yet they had done their job, pushing Kylo into waves of hot, burning anger.

“Are my hands that distracting? Are you already so far gone you can’t even listen to what your husband tells you?” His raspy words momentarily ripped her out of her trance, forgetting the way she had just imagined his hand between her thighs, pushing her towards the edge like she needed him to. 

Without getting another chance to speak up, (y/n) found herself pushed to her knees by the force, wide eyes staring up at her husband. She watched his long fingers fumble with his belt, a sight that shot excitement through (y/n), parting her lips in anticipation. There was something about being used by him she loved more than she’d ever be able to describe, getting lost in the raspy sounds rumbling through Kylo while power flushed through her veins - power rooting in the knowledge that she was the one making him feel like that. 

Kylo’s dark eyes stared down at her, letting his gaze burn through her skin as he parted her lips further with the tip of his hardening cock. A loud groan left him, urged on by the sensation of (y/n)’s tongue moving just like he had taught her to. His gloved hand rested on the back of her head, a possessive grasp that made her body tingle in excitement. But all sensations were drowned out the second she felt the invisible touch resting on the back of her neck. 

“We need to remind you of who you have to listen to, a mark that won’t ever fade again.” Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as the invisible touch grew hotter by the second, and yet she still found enjoyment in it. Kylo kept fucking her mouth, forcing his cock further down her throat while saliva dripped from her chin, making a mess. 

The burning sensation on the back of her neck lingered, leaving her torn between pain and curiosity, wondering what he had branded her with. His cock twitched in her mouth, forcing her to bob her head faster, supported by her hands that took care of the parts she couldn’t reach with her mouth. 

“You’ve always known how to drive me insane with that mouth of yours.” A hum rumbled through (y/n), glassy eyes staring up at Kylo to watch him come undone. The taste of his cum lingered on her tongue, a welcomed taste she was all too used to by now, reminding her of all those years they’ve been together. 

Wordlessly, he helped her back to her feet, watching her walk towards the bathroom to look at the red mark he had left behind, a simple “KR”. Her eyes met his dark ones in the bathroom mirror, forcing her to turn back towards him, and with his hand finding (y/n)'s throat again, Kylo pulled her in for another teeth clashing kiss.

[hux-and-gay]

Soft Kylux Drabble

(don’t ask me why I’m not posting these on Ao3 yet I really could not tell you)

Hux laid in bed quietly reading a book. The early morning sun shone through the window casting a warm glow throughout the bedroom. He enjoyed the peaceful quiet knowing later he’d have to enter the bustling city to go to work. 

He had just turned the page when Kylo walked in. He only glanced up a second before looking back at his book. Even though the man had left to get ready for the day his hair was still a muss and he looked dead on his feet. He flopped down on the bed beside Hux and it only took a second for him to drape himself across Hux’s lap. 

Hux peaked over the top of the book. “What are you doing?”

“Laying down.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be taking a shower?” 

“I’m too tired.”

“Ren.”

“What?”

“You’re heavy.”

“Okay.” Kylo smirked then grabbed hux by the hips rolling him over so he laid on top of kylo instead. Then shifted him so he was sitting on his lap. 

“I didn’t mean that!” Hux exclaimed. 

“I can watch you read, it doesn’t hurt anyone. You won’t even know I’m here.”

“Kylo you’re not someone easily ignor-“

“Please?”

Hux turned, seeing the longing in Kylo’s eyes. There were times like this where kylo just needed someone to touch, to hold, or be held by. Of course Hux had these moments too but he never had the boldness to act on them. He wasn’t sure what it was this time that was making Kylo feel this way, but he didn’t want him to feel alone.

“Okay…” he paused, resting his head against Kylo’s chest and hearing the small murmur of affection that his boyfriend let out. “I’m not going anywhere you know.” Hux reassured him. 

“I know.” 

“If I hated you or thought you were a monster I would have left by now.”

“I know.”

“Just because we argue doesn’t mean that I-“

Kylo cut him off laughing. “I know, don’t worry I Know. I just wanted to feel you, your weight, your warmth, that’s all.”

“Ah.”

“I love you.”

Hux paused, offering Kylo a smile, albeit briefly. “I’m not too heavy am I?” He said changing the subject slightly. Kylo wasn’t offended; he knew Hux meant it on the inside. 

“You? Heavy? Don’t worry your fine. Besides your ass is cushy.” He squeezed it gently as he teased. 

“Very funny love.” Hux answered sarcastically. “Now I really must get back to my book.”

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[huxloween]

NOW ACCEPTING PROMPTS!!!!

The most wonderful time of the year is here at last!!!

Huxloween is now open from your prompts big or small! You've got ideas and we want them! Spooky, scary, gory, festive, we'll take it all just put Hux and Kylo in situations!!

Some rules and guidelines:

1. We'll accept prompts until Sept 13 in the Huxloween Tumblr inbox and get the calendar up as soon as possible afterwards - we want you to have lots of time to work on your creations!

2. Adjacents are accepted but the prompt should have Kylo and Hux or the adjacent pairing as the main pairing of the prompt

3. All types of writing and artwork is accepted - long fic, short, drabbles, traditional media, digital, fabric, sculpture, Lego, etc

4. We made a decision in the past to not accept AI work and we'll stand by that again this year

That's it!! So put on your thinking caps and get spooky! Remember, prompting is open until SEPTEMBER 13!!

[starlightsearches]

Could I request number 12 on the character ask game for Hux and Eddie? I've never seen Stranger Things but I love the way you write that guy.

thanks for asking, lovely! that's such a wonderful compliment i'm truly 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

character asks

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

eddie's school counselor put him in an art class one year hoping it would help him "channel his creativity" in a positive outlet and get him to stop drawing dragons on his math homework and start answering the questions 😑 it doesn't work, but art class does become one of the reasons eddie still goes to school. He's big into painting, sets up his easel in a corner of the room away from everybody and listens to metal through headphones loud enough that you can still hear it from the door. it's the only place he actually bothers to put his hair up, and he stores his extra brushes in the space between his bun and his scalp, and they clatter down the hallway when he ends late again, running to his next class

and I'm gonna put the hux one under a cut as a way to ramble a little more about this post (18+ only)

I was researching permanent jewelry the other day because I wanted a bracelet and I learned you can also get permanent necklaces and I just think that's the exact kind of think hux would go for . . . like, nobody thinks much about the chain you always wear but you both know what it means. He loves the way the links dig into your skin when he pulls you in by the chain, one or two fingers slipped on the underside of the necklace as he leads you to his mouth, or his cock or whatever he chooses. Likes to see the way his cum makes the metal sparkle when he finishes on your neck, likes pressing the chain against your skin through your clothing and reminding you that you. are. his.

[girl-next-door-writes]

I mean I will gladly send you gifs of each too lll

I may have squealed a little when I saw this gif.

You stormed onto the bridge, your coat billowing behind you with each stride, a look on your face that warned everyone to steer clear unless they wanted to be the focus of your rage.

"Pryde." Your voice cut through the conversations and the mans shoulders slumped slightly.

"Hux, deal with this."

"No." Hux said, a smirk growing on his lips, feeling bolder as you approached. "I believe this is something you will need to attend to yourself, Sir."

"Pryde. What is this I hear about you sending a retinue to Akanis? Have you lost your tiny mind?"

He turned to you with a tight smile, he had been told his new title of Allegiant General was to be the highest rank, and then Ren made you his second in command. It certainly didn't help that you appeared to have a soft spot for Hux.

"It is all part of the larger strategy to..."

"No, this is you trying to prove you're the big man, and you aren't. The Supreme Leader wants you to focus on the scavenger girl. You are to leave the 'big picture' strategy to General Hux. Is that clear?" You stared him down.

"Yes, crystal clear."

"Armitage. Walk with me." You said without even glancing at the General, not wanting to leave him there for Pryde to metaphorically kick once you had left.

"Of course." Hux couldn't hide his grin. He knew he would pay for this later, but right in this moment he had to admit that he possibly loved you, just a little.

[always-andromeda]

｡˚⊱❀ 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒂'𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒄 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒑 ❀⊰˚｡

Hi ho, everyone. It's been a bit of a wild month. And I managed to work through a lot of fics on my tbr list. The grand total word count for this month is...74,798!! Which is absolutely crazy to me!! This month I learned that my lovely mutual, Charlotte, also writes fic and so of course I completely mowed through her masterlist lmao. Now she's become my most read from fic author so far this year. And I still have almost an entire Hux series to read from her!! 🥰

Anyhoo, I loved all of these pieces so much. I highly recommend checking them out if any of them catch your fancy and giving the authors a whole bunch of love. Though my very simplified theme key is listed below, please, please, please read through the individual warnings/tags on each fic and look out for yourself. Divider credits go to @saradika-graphics!!

💖 – fluff. 💙 – angst. ❤️‍🔥 – smut. 🖤 – dark fic.

📄 – drabble. 🗒️ – headcanons. 📖 – oneshot. 📚 – series.

✶ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐑

📖💖 like real people do by @charlottesbookclub

Honestly there's no real plot, just pure fluff. Alistair tries to adjust to having a human mate, and he's trying really hard.

📖💖 it's been a long, long time by @charlottesbookclub

Listening to oldies and slow dancing with Alistair. That's it, that's the plot.

✶ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐗

📚💙 time after time; chapter one by @charlottesbookclub

Much to the general's displeasure, Mitaka has arranged for Hux to meet with a captain who has recently transferred to the Finalizer. The meeting does not go particularly well.

📖💖💙 nightmares by @charlottesbookclub

Armitage has a nightmare but you’re there to comfort him.

📖💙 clean by @charlottesbookclub

Armitage has a particularly rough day and takes a depression shower about it.

🗒️💙 headcanons by @charlottesbookclub

🗒️💙 headcanons part ii by @charlottesbookclub

✶ 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍

📖💙❤️‍🔥 memories of the sun by @shittybundaskenyer

On a rainy evening in the bayou you come home to find your house bathing in light after spending long months alone.

✶ 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒

📄💖 untitled drabble by @chaotic-mystery

Imagine you work really late and come home to an empty apartment, your feet hurting from running around all day for assholes who definitely don’t deserve your kindness or work ethic. You put your bag on the counter and go to grab a glass of wine and you hear footsteps behind you, already knowing who it is.

📚💖❤️‍🔥 wedded bliss; part i by @gutsby

The marriage was arranged, and the sex is deranged. Bucky is so obsessed with your pussy that he almost forgets he’s meant to be faking this whole thing—and hating it, like sworn enemies are supposed to do.

✶ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍

📖💙 our daily bread by @charlottesbookclub

Carlisle has a wonderful dream and learns some new information about his family.

✶ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎

📄❤️‍🔥 untitled drabble by @strang3lov3

Carmy catches you staring at him out of the corner of his eye. You don’t even try to hide it, you’re that fucking shameless. He doesn’t think you even know you’re doing it; you’re that distracted by him. But he doesn’t get it, either. He’s pissy, he’s greasy. He smells like this fucking place, and yet, you need him. Need, not want. Fucking pathetic.

✶ 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

📄💖❤️‍🔥 kissin' lace in the backseat by @eiightysixbaby

Something, something, Eddie loves your lace panties, something, something.

📖💖 easy love by @charlottesbookclub

You and Eddie attend the county fair near Hawkins.

✶ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎

📖❤️‍🔥 stuffed by @pedgito

Harry's pulling you along for another event and, as expected, he needs you to keep him entertained. Alternatively, cockwarming, cum feeding, and creampies!

✶ 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

📖💙❤️‍🔥 the harder the rain, the sweeter the sun by @hauntedhowlett-writes

Storm chaser-turned-weatherman Joel Miller hunts down his old crew in an effort to serve his wife with divorce papers. When a storm interrupts his efforts, he finds himself falling back into old routines and old feelings.

📖💖❤️‍🔥 little lamb by @chaotic-mystery

You and Joel decide on the future of you two when he sees how well you mother the lambs.

📖❤️‍🔥 made of pain by @evolnoomym

You have your routine, a way of having fun but without catching unnecessary feelings. You play this game so well, that is until you decide to play with Joel Miller. Maybe this time you take it too far.

📖❤️‍🔥🖤 brighter times by @gutsby

You’ve always been Joel’s favorite. Always.

✶ 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓

📚❤️‍🔥 trouble will find me by @eupheme

His eyes darken. Fingers pinching against your skin, as he adjusts his grip, “‘s a bad idea, sweetheart. Supposed to keep you out of trouble.” Your hands skate lower, fingers tracing the edge of his belt buckle. His nostrils flare - a warning, though he does not move. “Supposed to keep me out of trouble,” You hum, “But what if I want a little in me?”

✶ 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐘

📖❤️‍🔥🖤 breathing exercises by @strang3lov3

“You just lay there, pretty girl,” Roman instructs, pushing his finger further past the fabric of your panties. He can feel the fucking heat radiating from your pussy. “Do not move, do not talk, and do not think,” he says quietly, drawing his finger up and down your seam. “Nod if you understand, baby.”

📖❤️‍🔥🖤 doctor's orders by @strang3lov3

You can't cum, so you visit Doctor Roy.

📚💖❤️‍🔥🖤 out of town by @strang3lov3

“And touch your nipples for me. Give them my love,” he instructs, and his phone makes static noises as you reach for your breasts. “‘Cause I really fuckin’ miss your tits, you know that?” “I really miss you too,” you sigh softly, teasing your own nipples. Roman’s heart pounds at the comment. He’s certain you didn’t mean to say that, but you’re so addled you didn’t realize your little slip. He tucks your words away, saves them for later. 

✶ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

📄💖 black coffee morning (Marcus Pike x F!Reader) (0.3k)

Mornings had never particularly appealed to you until Marcus came into your life. Dating a federal agent with a busy schedule made you an early bird; eager to catch the metaphorical worm that was quality time with your boyfriend. There’s a quiet rhythm to the routine that blooms. 

[sejmisland]

prev anon here again!! here's my request (i hope it's okay to mix fandoms?) :}

could you write something involving hux, wheatley, and glados "comforting" (in big quotation marks) the reader who's having a bad bout of the monthly cramps? like, so bad they literally can't walk without crying lmao. i'd love if the reader was already in an established relationship with the bot(s) but you can make it non-romantic if you want!

absolutely, dear. more than okay to mix fandoms <3. i decided to do hcs and small drabbles for all 3. im so sorry this took so long im actually having bad cramps rn. thank you for the request! i had a lot of fun writing this.

established relations with reader below, gender neutral, no pronouns used (afab anatomy).

hux / the singularity. - he is terrible at emotional comfort due to his logical approach, but he tries! its only through words mostly but as time goes on, he gets forms of "treatment" (heating pads, medicine). - it first started when you walked, pain so blinding that you felt tears come to your eyes. he noticed this immediately. - "what is the matter?" he'd ask and you try to explain it to him. you explain that it was monthly cramps as you felt like doubling over. - he simply picks you up with his claw and rests you on a nearby couch.

"growth hurts," he mused as he remained in front of you resting on the couch. his entire body jolted, head ticking to the side with rough movement. he lifted a mechanical leg to rest it on the couch next to your seated position. he hoisted himself up and spun quickly, sitting himself down alongside you. "it often does." you lifted your eyes to him, leaning aside to rest your head against his fleshy, pulsating arm. you closed your eyes, allowing the tears in your eyes to trail down your face. your chest heaved with each quiet sniffle and sob of agony as your stomach sent another wave of contraction. "quit blabbering," you pressed your teeth into your tongue. "it will not help." you opened up your eyes to turn your head up to him. "i know, i'm sorry. it-" you choked on a small whimper. "it just hurts, hux." your voice cracked as you whispered up to him, tears obscuring your vision. the only clear thing were his glowing, red eyes as he stared down at you for what seemed like an eternity. "it will all be over soon. do not fret, my worm."

wheatley.

- he cant provide much, but if you like hearing him babble to help distract. - he noticed tears in your eyes as you twisted in your chair in an uncomfortable, painful way. - VERY concerned. he noticed your pain right away! he's scared, almost terrified of seeing you in pain. - "are you okay?! hey, what's wrong? y-you dont need to cry, you know!" and when you explain to him..

"oh, OH! wait, you- oh! hold on, it's okay, oh, please don't cry. don't cry!" wheatley stammered, beginning to tick his ocean blue eye all over the room, as if he was searching for something. "umm, what to do... what to do- i've never done this before. at least, i don't think so-" "wheatley," you rasped out quietly through the mounting pain, smiling as he talked himself through the situation. you glanced up to the sky blue eye that was now dilated, shaking as it focused on you. "shhh, shh, its okay! give me one second! you'll love this." you couldn't help but silently chuckle as you watched the small robot steer himself on the rail with the occasional spark letting loose from his eye plates. "you'll... you'll need to catch me." he gave no further warning; he ejected himself from his rail with an incoherent blabber, crashing into your arms. the force was enough to knock your limbs back, making him slam into your already hurting abdomen. you let out a pained yelp and he returned it with one of his own. "sorry, sorry! j-just a mishap! didn't expect that-" you looked down at him, cradling him into your arms. "butterfingers, ha!"

glados.

- much like hux, she is terrible at comfort. she seems cruel but this is in her tone of voice. her comfort? observation. - she didnt notice it at first. so when she saw you walking, tears streaming down your face and mouth screwed in a grimace, she was confused. she thought you were injured. - "what is going on? what happened?" she does sound concerned with a hint of confusion. "what have you gotten yourself into now?" you explain that you're not *injured* but simply in pain from your monthly. - an awkward silence afterward. it doesnt last long.

"your resilience is commendable, but unnecessary." her monotone voice rang out as the yellow pupil stared down at your agonized form. "do not move." all of the panels surrounding the room shift in wave like motions, almost masking a hissing noise from around you. you turned your head from side to side to see glass panels rising up, entrapping you in a transparent cell. she looked on as you panicked, nearly falling against one of the glass panel walls. when you looked back to her, vision blurry from the tears still pooling in your eyes, she swayed aside as if she was monitoring your every move. you blinked several times, attempting to focus your vision. "glados," you hissed out through grit teeth as you squeezed your arms around yourself tighter in hopes to lessen the pain of your contracting muscles. "what are you doing?" "i need to think," she swung her chassis closer to your glass prison, almost completely taking up your clearing vision. you blinked rapidly to gain focus. "observation is crucial."

[kyluxshortshorts]

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Kylux Short Shorts is an event organized by @fridayincarnate and @jaynesilver to encourage the creation of fanworks featuring Armitage Hux and Kylo Ren (as well as their adjacents) from Star Wars. The focus of the event is meant to be short works - for writers, this means works under 2k in length; for artists, this means sketches and creations that took less than 200 minutes. 

When is Kylux Short Shorts 2025?

Monday July 7th - Sunday July 13th!

How short is short?

We accept anything from drabbles and sketches up through short fics of about 2k words or creations that take under 200 minutes. Obviously, we’re not looking over your shoulder with a stopwatch, and the word limit is more of a suggestion than a hard cutoff. The length limits are intended to free you to make things that don’t have to be epic in scope or perfectly polished, not to make you feel restricted. 

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[luke-shywalker]

“i don’t do well when people try to kill me, captain.”

(Follow-up drabble to “to be human with someone again”)

“General Hux sent us here to murder us,” Ren spat—but Phasma could not help but notice that he looked pale as he said it, as if there was fear hiding behind the rage. Fear that Hux might succeed.

Phasma said nothing. But she, too, was beginning to have her own suspicions. The motives were clear. Hux had always harbored a disdain for Ren. As for herself, she had always been held high in General Hux’s regard…up until Starkiller Base.

She felt the corner of her nose twitch. Well: she was going to do what she always did.

Survive.

“He must be mad,” Kylo growled. “Surely he cannot think he can get away with this. The Supreme Leader will not be pleased to lose his apprentice, nor the chief leader of the stormtrooper battalion.”

“The Supreme Leader will not be pleased to lose you,” corrected Phasma. “I will be easily replaced.”

Ren turned to her abruptly, surprised. “You hold yourself in too low an estimation,” he said. “There is no one on the field as skilled as you.”

“I have a healthy estimation of my own abilities,” Phasma assured him. “It is Supreme Leader Snoke who could not care less who commands the troops, so long as they do it well. I understand that you, on the other hand, have a more unique background that is not so easily replicable.”

Kylo looked taken aback for a moment. Now that his mask was off, Phasma wondered how often he had been taken aback when she had simply taken his silences for deliberate intimidation.

“…I suppose you are correct,” he said.

Ren’s mask, she realized now, did much to alter the true nature of his voice. Although he often raised it, it was tender—not tender as in gentle, but tender as in raw and bleeding. When he was not shouting, he actually spoke rather softly, but he stamped out each consonant; made them distinct. He had a clumsy way of speaking. It was formal, but stilted, somehow, as if the sorts of words and phrasing patterns that he now used were semi-performative, or perhaps just learned more recently. She had often noted the dry sense of humor that would find its way into his speech, as if, in a different life, he had once been prone to class clownery.

“Perhaps you should have sacrificed yourself to protect the base,” Ren said, out of nowhere. “It would seem that General Hux is determined to kill you anyway.”

“Sir, with all due respect: is that what you would have done?” Phasma asked without emotion.

“Of course not,” returned Ren. “It is as you said. I am too crucial to the Supreme Leader’s plans.”

“And I am not,” added Phasma. “I am disposable.”

Ren paused.

“…Forgive me,” he said. “I meant no insult.”

“I took none,” Phasma answered. “I expect that most in the First Order would share your opinion on what I should have done. If I were truly as loyal to the cause as I am meant to be, it is what I should have done.”

“Are you not loyal to the cause of the First Order?” Ren asked suspiciously. But…strangely, this did not come off as an interrogation from a superior, so much as a cautious inquiry from a colleague.

Phasma paused. What she was about to say she would never think of saying to Hux, nor to any of her other commanding officers, nor to her soldiers. But here, in the caved-in, abandoned Rebel base, sharing a half-starved delirium with this strange man who had only seemed to be Kylo Ren when he had the helmet on, she found herself willing to speak honestly.

“I am as loyal to the First Order as it is to me,” she said. “I joined the First Order because it offered me a better life than the one I came from. I quickly ascended through the ranks, and enjoyed status and authority. But it is as you said, sir. I am but a pawn in the First Order’s mission to dominate the galaxy, and I will be discarded if ever I cease to be useful to them—a truth that has only become more evident since Starkiller was destroyed. My loyalty is to myself. For so long as the First Order serves me, I will serve the First Order. And, as much as the First Order will abandon me when I cease to be useful…”

She did not finish the sentence.

But, she did not have to. Kylo’s stare became dark; intense.

“Traitorous words, Captain,” he murmured. “I wonder that I should not execute you myself, right here.”

“Your chances of survival will be better with me alive,” said Phasma simply.

“I’m not sure I agree,” Kylo replied coolly. “I’d certainly find myself with a greater portion of food, if I removed your necessity to eat.”

Phasma smiled wryly. It hadn’t sounded like a threat—more like an insolent retort. Ren did not like being told he was wrong.

“I suppose that you are committed to the cause of the First Order,” she said. “That you believe in its mission to restore order to the galaxy. That your devotion to this ideal is the single driving force behind your every action.”

“Of course,” said Ren.

“Then why have you have directed so much of your attention to the search for Luke Skywalker?”

Kylo looked at her like she was a fool. “Is it not obvious? Luke Skywalker began the fall of the former Empire. He cannot be allowed to do the same to the First Order.”

“Luke Skywalker is an old man,” Phasma returned. “He is in hiding from the First Order—and from the Resistance.” She paused. “I have long wondered if you perhaps harbor a personal vendetta against Skywalker.”

“Nothing personal,” said Ren brusquely. “You underestimate the power of the Force, Captain. You underestimate the threat posed by a Jedi—and no mere Jedi, but the son of Darth Vader himself. Luke Skywalker is powerful in the Force. He cannot be allowed to live. Besides…the search for Skywalker comes from the direct orders of the Supreme Leader himself.”

“There are such things as personal affairs in war, sir, no matter how well they are disguised as military stratagems,” Phasma suggested. “It would seem, for example, that General Hux has something personal against you and I, in sending us to this death trap.”

Ren paused, staring at her.

And then he looked askance, his face contorting.

Phasma considered him with intrigue. Yes…there was something there.

At last, Ren spoke.

“…Luke Skywalker tried to kill me,” Ren confessed, his lips twitching, bitter venom on his tongue.

Was that all?

Phasma raised a brow. “Sir…many men have tried to kill you.”

“I was only a child,” he spat. “I was one of Skywalker’s acolytes. I devoted myself to his foolish teachings and his brainwashed Jedi cult, but nothing I did was ever good enough. Skywalker tried to kill me as I slept. I was his sister’s son, and he tried to kill me.”

He uttered these things with barely-restrained rage—and then he stopped, and looked shocked by all he had admitted, and stood and turned abruptly away with a rasping snarl.

Phasma marveled. She had been aware of Ren’s ancestry. But she had not known anything about the man’s personal history—nor had she ever thought much about whether he had one.

“So…that is what drives you, then,” she said finally. “Revenge.”

And, for the first time, she felt something like admiration for him. Despite all the First Order’s messaging, despite how she presented herself to her troops—she had never found blind obedience to authority admirable (even though it was what she demanded from her men). But this—the resolve to exact vengeance upon an enemy for past suffering—this, she admired.

Ren turned around again, seeming surprised. Perhaps he has not realized it, himself. Perhaps he really had believed himself loyal to the First Order alone.

He did not affirm her conclusion.

But…he did not need to.

He took a few heavy steps toward her again, his lips pressed together, his eyes set like stone.

“…I don’t do well when people try to kill me, Captain,” Kylo said instead, with a dangerous quietness to his voice. “Particularly when they attempt to do so behind my back.”

And—for a mere second—something like a smile played on his lips, before vanishing like a comet.

“…Which,” he said softly, “is precisely why we must stay alive to pay our respects to General Hux.”

Phasma smiled back.

“Agreed.”