#eamon hux

[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.

[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." 

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.

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.

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

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

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