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intellectual-nightmares · 7 years

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Just for Being You

***Okay guys this is the first fic I’ve posted here. I wrote this over a year ago for a friend of mine.( @wildefalcon I love youuu.) I had so much fun writing it, I hope you guys get some enjoyment out of it. :) I find it really interesting to explore and understand the relationship between Kylo and Hux, whether it’s platonic, romantic, etc...ANYWAY love you all!

Description: The famous trio (Kylo, Hux, and Phasma) have been stuck on base for the past few days. Hux is desperate to get a way for a bit, and even though it’s cold outside a certain Knight keeps him flustered. When Kylo suggests the three go hiking, Phasma hatches a plan to get Hux and Kylo closer than ever.

Warnings: Cursing. AND A WHOLE LOT OF FLUFF AND CUTENESS

FYI:

-Anything in italics is Hux’s personal thoughts.

-Fic takes place before TFA.

Let me know what you think!

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Hux stood still at his post as he watched the snow fall slowly outside. It was the best weather they had in weeks. Several blizzards had hit, leaving a white blanket across the entire base. The trees in the forest where heavily frosted, but the icicles were starting to drip. Everyone on base was tense, it had been days since anyone stepped foot outside. Hux looked over Mitaka, who was talking loudly to his friends about his recent wins in a betting pool. **

Hux rolled his eyes. Tool...what a waste of oxygen.

“Mitaka! Shut up!” Hux yelled over his shoulder, and the talking ceased.

I need to get the fuck out of this place....

Then he heard those stomping footsteps that he loved and oh so loathed the fact that he did. Kylo fucking Ren, what a wonderful piece of shit he was.

“Dick.” Hux said with a slight smile on his lips.

“Asshole.” Ren said from behind his mask. “Ready for lunch?”

They always walked to the cafeteria together. Hux felt like a beacon of power striding down the halls of Starkiller base with him. Plus Phasma always gave Hux shit when he walked in alone. Apparently very little people on this base actually liked him. But that was fine because he didn’t like them either. Besides with one swift command he could destroy the lives of anyone he wanted. So whether or not they liked him wasn’t really a concern. But walking in with Ren was something special, Hux thought they made a good pair.

Hux and Ren walked into the private dining area where Phasma was already sitting. Her helmet was off revealing the bleach blonde hair and stark blue eyes that Hux was so amused by.

“You know Hux, I think you are uglier since the last time I saw you.” She said, her voice teasing.

“Is that so? I must be only extremely good looking now instead of monumentally good looking.” Hux let a rare smile creep on his lips. Phasma was one of the only people that could get him to do so.

Ren removed his mask and violently shook out his hair.

“Christ Ren, do you ever wash that?” Hux cringed, reaching to touch it at first but thinking better of it.

“Why would I? Look,” he motioned to his mane, “I have sex hair all the time.” Phasma laughed and continued to eat her meal. However, Hux felt the blood rush to his cheeks. Images of Kylo Ren having sex flashed through his mind. He coughed when he realized he forgot to breathe.

“You alright, asshole?” Ren questioned raising his perfectly dark brows.

Fuck..

“Fine.” Hux squeaked, then coughed again. “I-I just need to get out of this fucking place. I haven’t had a cigarette in days.” Hux rubbed his face in hopes of masking his redness and let out a long sigh. He heard Ren start to laugh, and then he knocked Hux’s shoulder. The quick touch caused adrenaline to shoot through Hux’s body.

Phasma seemed to notice since she shot Hux a sly look.

Fuuuuuck.....

“Alright, you, me, and Phasma. Hiking.” He downed the rest of his drink. “You’re right this place is so damn dull. Let’s go out for a bit. Meet me in the hanger in twenty.” Just like then Ren was out the door, and humming as he dashed out.

Hux rolled his eyes once again. What a moron. I really hot moron. Hux began to shovel his food into his mouth so he could get ready to go out. Then he noticed Phasma’s blue eyes squinting at him.

“What?” he said with a mouth full of spaghetti.

“Don’t ‘what?’ me Hux. You turned blood red when Ren touched you. And when he mentioned his sex hair.” She said smiling.

“So...?” Hux said with a shrug.

“So?! So I know what’s going on in your head...and I’m gonna make sure something happens between you two on this hike.” She giggled her eyes shining too brightly. Hux’s face turned red once more.

“DON’T YOU DARE!” Hux yelled but his voice broke making him sound like a prepubesenct tennager.

Motherfucker...

“Calm down. I won’t do anything crazy. But I will definitely get you two to be cuddle buddies by the end of this!” She ran off down the hall before Hux could protest once more. He felt the blood rush to the tips of his ears now.

Cuddle Ren? ....I mean I guess that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He does smell kinda nice...

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Hux was on edge the entire hike. Phasma had suggested the go up to the old command cabin and make hot chocolate. It seemed innocent enough. The scenery around them was amazing but Hux could not concentrate. He told himself it was because his smoker lungs caused him to be at the back of the pack and struggle for air. But really it was because Ren’s hiking pants perfectly outlined his beyond perfect ass.

_Are you allowed to grab ass if you are cuddle buddies? _

Hux shook the thought away, it had surprised him, but once again gave him an adrenaline rush. He was able to pick up his pace and match with Ren. Phasma was about twenty feet ahead of them. She had her blaster on her hip and a knife in her boot. She always liked to be prepared. It was a characteristic that rolled over from her time at the academy. That’s part of why Hux had assigned her ranking so high, she worked hard and was one of Hux’s only friends.

“So, how’ve you been?” Ren stampered, interrupting Hux’s string of thoughts. Suddenly the picture of Ren’s ass flooded his brain again. Son of a bitch!

“Well. I’ve been well....and you?” Hux said looking at Ren’s profile, it amazed him how wonderfully structured his face was. He really wanted to reach out a touch the side of his cheek where a cluster of freckles were.

“Surprisingly okay.” Ren smiled at Hux, making his heart skip a beat. Ren’s smile was so goofy and beautiful. Hux wished he could see it more.

Hux realized he had been silent for too long. He was trying to put air in his lungs. Talking and hiking was harder than he thought.

“Oh, that’s great. Yeah....this weather has been crazy lately right?” Hux said laughing. Ren rolled his eyes and laughed as he flipped his long locks from his eyes.

“Really Hux? The weather?” Ren said as they both reached Phasma on the steps of the cabin at the top of the hill.

“Well I mean--” Hux started but was cut off by Phasma.

“Alright bitches! I’ve got hot chocolate and I swiped some vodka from Hux’s cabinet.” She said proudly holding up a canister and clear glass bottle. She smiled when Ren whooped loudly causing birds to scatter to the sky from the tree tops.

“Hey! How’d you get into my stash? It’s locked up!” Hux almost whined.

“Hux, you’ve had the same password for everything since the academy. FYI “redhotredhead69” is the worst password ever.”

“HEY! That’s confidential!” Hux’s cheeks were so red now that it was impossible to hide. Ren giggled next him, and clapped him on the shoulder.

“It’s okay Mr. Red Hot, I will only use your password for intense blackmail when I need to.” Ren continued to laugh all the way into the cabin. Hux picked up some snow and rubbed it on his face in hopes of diminishing the redness.

I wish he would stop touching me.....or at least touch me more than that....

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“Okay..okay....never have I ever.....smoked a cigarette.” Ren said eyeing Hux who had a cigarette in his mouth.

“You fucker, I’ve had like five shots already!” Hux laughed, feeling the affects of the alcohol creep up on him.

“Make it six Red Hot!” Ren and Phasma clinked their mugs of hot chocolate. Hux sighed and took a deep breathe before swallowing his shot of vodka.

“Son of bitch! Woo! Okay! Damn!” Hux said, his throat burned but it hurt less and less with each shot he took. “Okay my turn!”

Suddenly their was a loud howling that filled the cabin. The three looked at each other and silently all walked up to the small window by the cabin door. Outside the wind was blowing hard and whipping the snow in all directions.

“Shit.” Ren said numbly. “We can’t go out in that. Were going to have to stay here tonight.” Hux looked over at Phasma who was wiggling her brows at him. He narrowed his eyes. Somehow he would find a way to blame her for this blizzard.

They all decided to stop playing, and put on some movies that were in the bookshelf by the TV. Phasma made sure to sit in the recliner chair so that Ren and Hux would have to share the loveseat. She winked at Hux when Ren sat next to him. Hux stuck out his tongue.

_Shut up Phasma! _

The first movie they put on was a musical. One that Hux absolutely loved. Hux was also drunk and utterly convinced that he was the galaxy's greatest singer. He jumped up on the coffee table and began tap dancing and singing the words to all the numbers. Ren and Phasma were laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe. Hux loved seeing Ren laugh so he didn’t want to stop. But suddenly his stomach decided he had to.

Hux was at the kitchen sink just in time for him spew his guts. He moaned when it finally ended. Then he felt a hand on his back. It was Ren.

“You alright?” He asked, actually sounding very concerned. Hux didn’t have the ability to blush at the moment he was drained. But his head rushed when Ren didn’t move his hand.

“Yeah. Fine. Could you get me some water?” He pleaded. Ren patted his back in response and got him a glass. He watched Hux as he drank it all down.

“Sorry I got you drunk.” Ren said sheepishly. “I just wanted you to have a good time.”

Hux gave a half smile. “It’s fine. And I am having fun. You’re good company Kylo.” This time Hux saw Ren’s cheeks turn a little pink and he stuttered a bit with his words.

“I-uh-you too Hux.” He put his hand on his shoulder and lead him back to the couch.

Phasma had fallen asleep, and the credits to the movie were rolling down the screen. Ren made sure that Hux was comfortable before turning on another movie. It was an older one, Hux had never seen it before. Phasma would wake up every few minutes, ensuring the other two that she wasn’t going to fall asleep again. After about fifteen minutes, she was dead to the world. Ren told Hux that this was his Dad’s favorite movie, and he used to watch it all the time when he was a kid.

“When was the last time you watched it?” Hux asked. Ren looked over at the redhead and sighed.

“The last time I saw my Dad....I don’t even remember how long it’s been really.” Ren sniffed and cleared his throat before his eyes returned to the screen.

_Is he....crying? Kylo Ren? _

Hux put his hand on Ren’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay to miss him you know?” The gentleness in Hux’s voice only made Ren begin to sob. He pulled his knees to his chest and cried for a few minutes. Hux had no idea what to do.

_Shit. Fuck....What do I say? _

“Hey...hey...Kylo it’s ok--” Hux couldn’t finish his sentence before Ren’s face was buried in his shoulder. “Oh...okay....shhh...” Hux rubbed Ren’s shoulder and whispered that everything would be alright.

“I can’t miss him. I’m not supposed to. I’m not allowed to. Snoke...he....he won’t let me.” Kylo’s sobs slowed but he didn’t pull off of Hux. They sat there in silence, somehow it was a comfortable silence. Ren’s breathing slowly turned back to normal, but Hux could feel the tears through his shirt.

My sweet Angel of Darkness.....how can I make you happy? ....

“You have a really nice ass you know?” Hux said, still slightly drunk, but hoping it would lighten Ren’s mood. Ren sat up and look at Hux with a smile.

“I have a nice ass? Have you seen yours? Probably the best ass I’ve ever seen.” Ren said giggling and wiping the leftover tears from his eyes. Hux blushed this time, and put his hand on Ren’s arm, and then his hand, and then slipped their hands together. Ren looked back at him and smiled.

“You’re probably the only reason I haven't gone crazy. You know that?” Ren said to Hux. Then he kissed the back of Hux’s hand.

Hux’s breath hitched when Ren’s lips made contact with his skin. Ren smiled once again at him.. Then he put his hands on either side of Hux’s face and kissed him making Hux’s ears turn red. This went on for a few minutes, as they explored each other in this new way. I felt so right. Hux felt his heart soar, and he hoped that Ren felt the same. He knew he did when Ren’s hand caressed his cheek. They rested their foreheads on each other when they finally laid down, and Ren’s hand found Hux’s once more.

“Thanks Hux.” Ren said sleepily.

“For what?”

“Just for being you.”

Hux felt a great smile spread across his face. It was in that moment he knew that he had fallen for the right one.

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arlekin42 · 7 years

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Sunshine

A ship stood out against a dim starlight amid a dark space field. I saw it many times on the monitors of communication devices. It was the Center’s tradition – no one knows who made it and when – to show the pilot before the shift, how does his ship look like from the surveillance satellite. After that, they wished me to stay sane and have a good shift, as they always did. An image will disappear a minute later, the ship will gain speed, a pilot will inhale substance and get ten minutes to relax. Flight helmet rang, I pulled the inhalant out of the spacesuit’s breast-pocket, pressed it and took a deep breath of substance. Now I have ten minutes to clear my mind.

I smoked. Every pilot has his own ways to relax. I smoke cigarettes with extract of chamomile. For me, this smell is connected with this flower, beautiful in its simplicity. There’s a whole glade of them in the central closed garden in Moscow, and there’s a huge tree in the middle of it. I love this place so much, that even when I was a schoolboy I spent all my pocket-money to get here for a few hours. I loved spending my time here, just sitting, leaning on the tree and reading old paper books, which I secretly took from a granny’s collection. Unsurprisingly, that very glade became a place for my first date with my wife. Marianne, my fidgety ginger ghost, running through glade lanes with messy copper hair and a happily puzzled face – I see it like it’s happening right now, – then she saw our world’s favorite place at the first time. A single chamomile smell caused a huge row of pleasant associations. I finished smoking, used my space suit to stub out the cigarette and closed the glass.

I was sitting under a tree and reading a book. Not reading even, but just watching at it, as the pages were blank. Instead of glass above my head which I used to, there was a clear blue sky, except for a few little clouds at the very edge of the horizon. I didn’t feel wind though it flapped leaves and flowers. Clouds closed in doubtfully quickly. I looked at the book again and understood that I was falling into it. Suddenly, it became dark.

Toys were scattered around my children’s room so that only few spots remained uncovered by them. Toy robots, soldiers and space ships were piled on a bed. I am sitting on a small sofa which some day had served me as a loyal assistant in reading books, but then it was not in my room but in the kitchen. Now the sofa is standing against the office table, where once was a VR console. I start to move forward and now I’ll surely smash the table, but it doesn’t happen. The room turns into a tunnel, repeating itself, only the table remains where it was, at the end of the tunnel, moving away from me infinitely. A scaly hand lies on my shoulder. I turn my head and see a humanoid reptile sitting near me in my mother’s dress. She opens a maw, full of sharp fangs, and sighs sadly.

- Mom? – I’m surprised, but it’s her.

- Jenya, why didn’t you listen to me? You could become anyone, not to enter the Space Academy. Do you understand it was your fatal error? – she starts to cry. – You shouldn’t do this to us!

I press her to my shoulder, close my eyes and understand that my forehead lies on my arm. I raise my head but see almost nothing as a bright light blinds me. Adapted to it, I understand that I sit at the steel table on a chair screwed to the floor. Walls of a small room, in the middle of which I am sitting, are painted in grey, and white light is pouring from a ceiling. A soldier in a close helmet and a space service officer in a black coat are standing against me. A riband on a shoulder – a rocket girded with three circles – denotes that this last one is of the highest rank. What do they need from me? Why did they drag me in this room? I wanted to ask them about it, but the officer started first.

- You know that you’re sentenced to life imprisonment and not eligible for pardon, right? You’ll never leave a jail.

- So why you dragged me here? – now I remembered that, as the first pilot during an emergency landing, I had undocked a passenger compartment instead of cargo by mistake, and 200 people have burnt in the atmosphere, without a chance to come out of stasis sleep.

- Agree, and you’ll have a chance to be released and also… to become a people’s hero.

- Give me some time to think.

- We have no time. At all.

Copper red hair lies on my shoulders, I turn my head and see a tree, which I leaned to. Again, I’m on the same chamomile glade, with a book in my hands, closed this time. “20000 Leagues under the Water” – I read it in my childhood, it was about a submarine and its fearless captain Nemo. A wish to reread it, at least a part of it, captured me. I remembered that the second part of the book was more interesting, so I opened it in the middle… Heavens! I can’t read a letter, everything’s fused into one grey mass. I looked at the book closer.

- You’re going to read instead of listening to the lecture, aren’t you? I closed the book and put it on the desk. I was in the Space Academy auditorium. A professor was looking at me through the whole room and waiting for me to concentrate on his talk. When he saw that finally had my attention, he continued.

- As you know, pilots have to take psychoactive substances for subspace flights, because electronics is not always precise and a ship can’t undock without human’s help. That’s why space pilots have to control their unconsciousness – so they won’t get lost in it. They’re inducted with hypnosis, in what time will they turn the ship electronics on.

- Professor… - I didn’t end the phrase, when the professor began to morph to a giant spider, and on every pair of eyes my father’s glasses appeared. The spider pressed down his limbs and jumped just in the armchair in front of me. Suddenly I found myself in a room of Space Academy hostel.

- I have ties in the ministry, you can go join it. Why would you train as a pilot? You can stay on Earth, with Marianne. Your mother wants you to use this opportunity too.

I was sitting on a bed, being clad in the cadet uniform, and listening the spider, who was speaking in my father’s voice. I closed my eyes just for a second, thinking how to tell my father that I’ve already got a pilot certificate and I’m going to fly. Then I haven’t finished this talk, but just stood up and left. I haven’t spoken with my parents since then and used my single appointment before trial to see Marianne. She told me then, that she’d leave a planet, since they’ve already started to harass her. Ginger cried and promised to try to do something.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the same grey room. The soldier and the officer were still staying beside the table. - Do you agree? - Name me any reason I should risk for. - I have three. You have a chance to earn freedom. You can save two million people. And… - I flew there to prepare, to collect my thoughts, I won’t leave you, - Marianne’s voice in my ear literally took all other sound away and slowed time down. - …your wife is out there. I’ve left with no choice. Not only people I don’t know and don’t care about need those meds and blood, but so does my ginger ghost. I looked at the aeronautical chart. - 24 hours in shift? You crazy? Do you know the record is 12 and a half? Everyone who was in for more got euthanized. - New substance. Chemists give you a tiny chance. I closed the chart. The wind strengthened even more, the flowers leaned to earth, white petals, torn, flew away, and the clouds shut the sky. I don’t still remember, should you stay under a tree during a thunder-storm or, on the contrary, better not to get close to it. I got inexpressibly frightened for some reason, a red button popped out of thin air in front of me. I don’t know why, but I was sure I needed to push it, and I hit it with full force. The clouds turned black, sharp pain came through my body, a thin bright lightning stretched to me from the sky. The darkness fell.

An orderly attached a defibrillator to the belt and closed the door of the cell. I saw white soft walls through a door window. A man in a straitjacket was sitting on the floor. He’s already calmed down, although a minute ago he was trying to run through the wall. - Damn his wife! Thanks to her we must shock him for every fit, - an orderly said to the other one, who was waiting in the corridor. - He saved your life, and my sister’s too, if you don’t remember! - You’re just working here for two weeks, while I know him since he arrived. - Quit if you want. - I can’t, my mother insisted. Father died during epidemic, and she worships him for my rescue.

A pale red-haired woman, with a handful of freckles on her face, was sitting in the cell and hugging a man in a straitjacket. She was calming him down, and he was staring into nothing.

I sit on our favorite glade, a book is in my hands. There’s not a single cloud in the sky and chamomile cover the land, as if it was sprinkled with a thin layer of snow, though elevating above earth. I try to understand why I see only blank pages in the book. I need to turn even if one page and see: maybe there will be at least something. I tried to do that and suddenly found myself in a straitjacket. The sky all at once turned black of clouds, thunder cracked. As my hands were locked, the book remained hanging in the air. With some sixth sense I understood that a lightning would hit me. I remembered it had hit me once, I just couldn’t recall when. Time was running out, so the best thing I came up with is to stand up, holding to a tree, and dive into the book. Don’t even know where I got this thought from.

The man in a straitjacket stood up, hanging to a wall. An orderly moved to him, taking a defibrillator from he belt. Suddenly, the man looked at the orderly and started talking. - Stop! Is this reality? Do I really see you? - Yeah! – an orderly, confused, found nothing more to answer. Soldiers led a man with loosed sleeves of a straitjacket through the corridor. A pale woman with copper-red hair ran towards him.

- She didn’t try for nothing, not allowing to put him to sleep, - said a new orderly to his partner.

- Two years, it took him two years to get out of himself. – The second one took a cigarette out of the pack. – Let’s have a drink. My treat.

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