This list is a mix of recently posted or updated works both WIPs and complete; some from well-known authors, some from slightly less well-known ones.
Canonverse
Magic to Make the Sanest Man Go Mad by @vadianna E – 15,400 – updated 2/14/17 This is a richly-detailed canonverse story; Ben travels the galaxy with his uncle at the behest of the Senate; they arrive on Tatooine where Ben meets Hux, CO of what Ben thinks at first is some sort of planetary militia. Ben expects Hux to be impressed and pleased to meet him – naturally Hux disobliges and gives Ben a quick and dirty lesson on Outer Rim realities. THEN Ben finds out who his grandfather really was.
Here At The End of All Things by sarencen, @ad-aphelion T – 1,000 Inspired by a beautiful artwork from littleststarfighter. Short and bittersweet. This author has a gift for imbuing a relatively small number of words with great emotional power. Prepare for feels.
Blue Fires by @claricechiarasorcha E – 5,100 Kind of a follow-up to My Skin is Theirs (the Cadet Hux pictures fic) – it starts as some delightful uniform kink, Kylo having decided that the appearance of ‘Lt. Naberrie’ might be a fitting gift to Hux. It then makes an even more delightful detour into lingerie, followed by some unexpected and unanticipated admissions and…feelings.
The Deck 12 Recreational Lounge by gundamoocow, @agent-nemesis E – 4,200 A ‘missed connections’ personals ad fic from a kyluxhardkinks prompt; extremely porny and very funny. Escalating levels of exhibitionism, humiliation, and a pilot who doesn’t realize until it’s too late just who that hot redhead he’s hoping to hook up with is – not to mention his black-haired sex parter.
Do You Remember by @gefionne E – 9,300 A bracing trip into Classic Kylux territory. Hux put an end to their brief affair of convenience (at least that’s what he thought of it as) weeks ago. But Ren can’t forget about it, and is determined to make Hux admit there might have been something more – and that it should resume. Perfectly detailed settings, moods, and characterization.
AUs
Fanboy by @helvel E – 12,500 – updated 11/13/16 The TFA we know is a self-insert fan fic being written by Hux and Kylo, two Star Wars fanboys extraordinaire who are also co-workers at a local (kind of janky) Star Wars theme park. They spend most of their time working on their massive collaborative fic (Kylo does the artwork, too) and having sex. But that’s not a relationship, Hux thinks, horrified at the very idea once it occurs to him.
Oh, Is It Love? by substance black, @42dicks T – 14,400 – updated 2/10/2017 Set in the 1970s. Hux is a counselor-in-training at the summer camp Ben is forced to attend against his will (Han: “He’s sure hiding in his room! When’s the last time he even got outside? It’s not healthy!”). Ben is awkward and angry, defiant and almost immediately unpopular with the other kids. Hux is stiff standoffish; the other counselors and campers more or less respect him, but he’s not close to any of them. How will this odd couple get together?
Extreme Prejudice by florescentgrey, @yeats-infection M – 5,300 Apocalypse Now AU. Hux is called in to get into the jungle lair of renegade Col. Snoke; there he also finds stoned-out-of-his-mind photojournalist Ben. This is a meditation on what war does to the people who fight it, especially the ones who find that it is the thing they are best at doing. Whether you’ve seen the film or not, the atmosphere of it is very well invoked here, and is a great lens for viewing the familiar TFA characters from a different, but similar, angle.
Into the Garbage Chute by for_autumn_i_am, @longstoryshortikilledhim E – 15,600 A Techienician Modern AU; they are vendors at a convention who meet first in line and then discover that their tables are next to one another. Techie is the wild and experienced one, Matt the eager first-timer. As with most Techienician fics, you can hardly believe that they will be able to overcome their various issues and figure out that they can and probably should get together.
Vertigo by Verbyna, @soundslikepenance T – 2,900 – updated 1/28/17 This Hollywood AU reads like something by Joan Didion. Hux is finally directing; the script is his baby. Ren is the star. It’s not easy for Hux, though. (“But mostly, it’s Ren. Mostly, it’s telling Ren’s body and face what to do on a daily basis, then fielding calls from Snoke all night about his precious, untouchable protege. The height of Hux’s career is just a stepping stone for Ren, who only wants to fuck Hux to pass the time until he moves on to bigger things.”). He’s using his own memories and feelings as coins given to Ren to fuel his acting and perhaps keep him from getting completely unmanageable. And now they’re over budget.
The Roof of the Nightby @kyluxtrashcompactor E – 10,200 – updated 2/25/17 This picks up where All the Way to Your Door left off; this time, the focus is on Ben. There are hints at many terrible things from his past, and he has severe PTSD and other issues to deal with. The author has a remarkable insight into the thought processes and behavior patterns of a person struggling with these problems, and the writing is compassionate and incisive.
Swipe Right for Slow Burn Regret by @jinxedambitions E – 20,500 – updated 2/26/17 Modern AU where Hux is a workaholic high school science teacher whose friend Coach Phasma signs him up for Tinder, because the Great Drought needs to end. He mistakenly matches up with Kylo, a tattoo artist, and several expertly written, hilariously awful sexual encounters follow.
Bubblegum by @firstordershitposting E – 12,600 – updated 2/19/17 Somehow I missed the amazing prequel of this, Cherry, until now. Kylo’s porn career as Lord Ten Inches progresses on, as does his romance (full of fetishy cosplay) with former virgin twink and PhD Hux, who invites Kylo to meet his parents over the Christmas holiday. One suitcase of dildoes might not be enough, and Hux discovers that his parents use Kylo’s videos as marital aids. There’s still another chapter to come.
The Mountebank by @kdazrael E – 15,300 Kylo signs up for what he thinks is a paid medical study; Dr Hux is surprisingly good at giving prostate exams and massages. And for what purpose is he keeping all of those semen samples? During a one night stand (not with Hux), he comes to the realization that all is not right – and resolves to confront that charlatan the very next day. The dialogue in this is off the charts.
Bad Things by @ellabesmirched E – 78,200 – updated 2/22/17 A serial killer’s body count is growing, but Detective Ben Solo is on the job. He meets Hux when Hux’s business partner Snoke is the latest victim. This fic showcases Ben the sort-of out-of-control mess and features an amazingly hot non-intercourse sex scene. The dialogue in this fic is especially great and in-character.
Some fanart to help me relax after too much work. Major Hux and Jedi Ben Solo, inspired by Magic to Make the Sanest Man Go Mad, written by Vadianna von A03 ❤ The story is so so good, I just had to draw them!
Hux walked on stage and took his place, acknowledging his audience with a slight nod. His red hair fell over his right eye. It didn’t matter, it didn’t make a difference, really. It is dark in the club, the only light that of the small candles on each table and the occasional flicker of lighters and burning cigarettes. The usual.
“General.” Ren nodded down to him, leaning back to stretch. His back arched, cat-like, as he reached toward the ceiling and let out the smallest hint of a noise. Carefree. Hux wanted to punch him square in that uneven jaw, or perhaps those gigantic ears – if only he could move his hands.
Ren’s hands eventually settled in his messy blond locks, threading through the strands to take hold. “I don’t suppose I need this anymore.” And with that, what apparently was a blonde wig was gone and tossed to the floor. Dark and disheveled hair cascaded down to take the blonde hair’s place, curling at the precipice of the Knight’s broad shoulders. “Or these.” He tossed the ridiculous glasses to the side, all the while keeping his gaze on Hux.
And stars, did Ren deliver. Hux could barely contain himself when Ren shoved him roughly down against the bed, picking his legs up from underneath the knee to drive into him like the fate of the galaxy depended on just how thoroughly he could fuck General Hux.
Thanks to @brawlite’s gorgeous and sensual fic bodies against the image of Hux in lingerie, worshipped by Knights of Ren, had been haunting me for days so eventually I succumbed and drew this haha ^0^
For the very NSFW full image, please click this link. I gave up fighting with the undercut, so. Everyone bye! 三三ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
(Oh my god this is such a cute prompt, I love this.)
“That’s absolutely impossible,” Hux tells the gate agent. “My company always flies me business class. Always.”
The gate agent was a battle-axe, a survivor of years and years in the industry, utterly unbreakable and unflappable, even in the face of Hux’s barely-contained fury. She had the coolest, most unconcerned expression on her face as she said, “You’ll have to take that up with your company, sir. It is not the fault of the airline that someone else bought a ticket that you do not like.”
“But business class is boarding–”
“I understand that sir, but you are not in business class for this flight.” She looked at him with something that might have been kindness and might have been contempt. “I assure you that if in that time, anything terrible happens to you, we will be happy to address it.”
Hux had plenty more fight in him, but he could tell that this woman would simply not budge, and if he spent too much more time attempting it, he’d miss this flight and fuck his entire trip’s schedule up. Part of him was tempted, just to see if he could wrangle business class on the next flight, but another part of him knew that it was impossible. He had a presentation to give first thing the next morning and if he missed it, his job was on the line. With a sigh, he pushed back a strand of hair that had come loose in his anger and resigned himself to the line, gritting his teeth as two kids in front of him fought, fists flying, over whose turn it was to play the Nintendo DS. Watch me get seated right next to these brats, he thought.
Well, he wasn’t. Just right ahead of them. Perfect for them to kick my seat. He was looking so longingly at the business-class seats that he was passing that he nearly walked right past seat seat 20A. Also–it was already occupied. The guy in it was tall and broad, with one of those stupid man-buns, dressed in jeans and the kind of faded green jacket that looked vintage but was probably from Target for $20. One leg was sprawled across the aisle seat.
“You’re in my seat,” Hux said.
“Hm?” The guy took off his headphones. “Oh, you’re 20A?”
“Yes, I’m 20A,” Hux said, hating himself for saying it because he really did not belong in 20A but that was his seat and now suddenly he was defensive of it. “Can you–?”
“Do you mind letting me have the window? The drink cart always whacks my knees when it goes past if I sit in the aisle.”
Hux forced himself to imagine how fast he’d be fired if the people on this plane started live-tweeting the breakdown he could feel coming on and it went viral and found its way to his boss. “That’s fine,” he hissed, certain he looked like a man on the brink of murder, and sat himself in the aisle seat.
“You’re a peach, you know that?”
A peach? Hux frowned.
“I’ll share my food, to thank you. I bought a ton of shit at the little kiosk before takeoff.”
Hux wasn’t sure he wanted this guy’s food, but something else was alarming to him. “What about our meals?”
“Our meals? We’re not getting meals. Not unless you’re up there.” He pointed up at business class, where Hux belonged, goddamit. “We get pretzels though, and a cup of soda. And beer or wine if you pay extra. And blankets.”
Hux put his tray down so he could lie down on it in despair, but then the flight attendant came over and told him to put it back in its upright position because they were about to take off.
When they reached their cruising altitude, Hux finally said, “Okay, you know what? I will take some of those snacks.”
The guy’s headphones were on so he tapped him sharply on the shoulder and then pointed down at his bag. “The snacks. You offered me snacks.”
“You talk like a fuckin’ CEO, you know that?” The guy laughed, his dark eyes sparkling. Hux hated that he was noticing how lovely they were, how liquid and dark-lashed.
“I’m up for vice-president of First Order industries, actually.” It was obnoxious, but he couldn’t help letting him know who he was.
“No way,” the guy said, rummaging through his backpack. “What are you doing in coach?”
Hux gritted his teeth. “They usually put me in business, but they made a mistake. I couldn’t get the gate agent to fix it.”
This guy had the gall to laugh at him. “Life’s like that, huh? I kind of figured that you weren’t used to sitting back here, with the 99 percent. You didn’t even bring your own snacks.”
“Usually they’re provided.”
“You will get your pretzels, courtesy of the airline. But from me…” Hux could only stare at the bounty inside the backpack, like something out of a Tarantino briefcase, practically glowing. Candy bars, jerky, chips and crackers and cookies.
“God, you’re a pantry.”
“I’m actually a professor, but thanks.”
“A professor? What do you teach?”
“Art history. I’m heading to the Rijksmuseum.”
“You look like you’re heading to a weed cafe.”
The guy laughed. “I mean. They’re not mutually exclusive now, are they? What about you? I assume probably not weed.”
“We’re hoping to buy out a Dutch company. I usually get sent to do the sales talk.”
They kept eating and talking for a very long time, their music and books and laptops forgotten for thirty minutes, then an hour, then two, as they told each other about their lives. This guy, whose name was Ren, had gotten hired at a university two years before and specialized in Baroque art, and was waiting to find out if a paper he’d written would be published. When the flight attendant came by with the cart (which whacked Hux in the knee instead) offering drinks, Hux bought them both wine.
“You didn’t have to–”
“I didn’t. You stuck me in this awful aisle seat.” But Hux felt himself smile for real. Until he and Ren started talking, he hadn’t smiled once since he’d left for the airport earlier that day. Ren helped himself to a Fig Newton and put on an affected voice.
“Yes, this vintage really brings out the fig flavor. A fine year.”
“I’ll take it back.”
“She’s not going to take it back.”
“No, I’m going to take it back. And drink it myself.”
The wine was the perfect way to settle in for the night, even in these awful uncomfortable coach seats, as they kept talking and joking and teasing one another, finishing off the candy bars. The lights dimmed and Hux felt warm and pleasant under the little blanket provided, not exhausted but just sleepy, and felt even better when he felt Ren’s head slowly drift down to his shoulder. Even better than that when Ren’s hand settled on his thigh.
Everything was quiet.
“Whatever you’re thinking about doing,” Hux whispered in his very quietest voice. “I think you should do it.”
Ren snorted against him. “That’s not business class behavior, now, is it?”
“I’m not in business class,” Hux whispered back, and in responses, he felt Ren’s fingers brush against his belly as he undid the button of his pants.
“Don’t let anyone hear you,” Ren said. “Won’t that be a scandal?”
“Hush,” Hux said, grinning and grimacing in anticipation, already hard.”
In their hours of chatting, they had not discussed their sex lives whatsoever, so Hux was not prepared for whatever jewel-thief, silent, effective handjob skill that he was almost positive Ren had not learned in any art history class. Who the fuck was this guy? Once more, Hux found himself straining to not make a scene, hoping that his little sharp inhales sounded like the sound of a sleeper and not of a man on the brink of coming for the first time in, God, he didn’t even know how long.
“Did you like?” Ren whispered in his ear.
Did he like???
“What hotel are you staying at in Amsterdam?” Hux asked, already trying to figure out how to get to the bathroom to clean up as quick and quiet as possible before falling asleep for real next to this impossible stranger.
He can’t remember the last time he felt this—visible. His whole life clawing his way to something worth being looked at, jealous of, admired and mostly feared, and then eighteen months of bleary dimness and diminishment: mocking disbelief from completely useless strangers, xenoforms only ever squeezed from their putrid eggs in order to drink and breed and die laughing at the possibility of his existence from across dirty rooms, loosing a sense of recognition of his own face in the mirror.
He wants this. A thick cock up his arse, and Kylo Ren inside his head, looking all the way through him.
This entire scene is so gorgeous, hot, and inspiring??? So here’s my tribute to the amazing fic which was completed… about 4 months ago (◕◡◕✿). I’m always late…
dispatches from the dumpster 
