#mod mo writes

for @bitch-hips who requested:

poe and turned resistance!hux adopting a child that was orphaned during the war

(i meant to get this out yesterday but work kicked my ass... better late than never right?) 

“What is it Dameron?  I was in the middle of an important strategy meeting.”

Poe fought not to roll his eyes as Hux swept into the base hanger.  He had thought Hux finally deciding to defect to the Resistance would have humbled his ego somewhat, but the fact that his military expertise and inside information to the First Order was desperately needed only served to inflate it further,  Still, Poe felt slightly smug that Hux had responded to his comm in less than thirty minutes.

“Good to see you too, Armitage,”  

Hux on the other hand rolled his eyes in a dramatic and exaggerated fashion.

“I just saw you three hours ago.  Now, what was it that couldn’t wait until tonight?”

Poe directed his gaze to the small crowd of children currently surrounding BB-8 on the opposite side of the hanger.  The children were squealing in delight as the droid entertained them by repeatedly removing and reattaching his head in increasingly ridiculous ways,  

“FInn and Rose brought them in earlier today.  They were slaves on Canto Bight and they had nowhere to go once our troops liberated the planet.”

Hux eyed the group with a wary expression, “That’s very... kind of them. But I don’t see why that required my immediate presence.”

“Do you see that girl there?”

Poe discreetly placed one hand on the small of Hux’s back and gestured with the other to a small girl standing slightly apart from the rest of the group. She looked anxious and was clutching a tattered doll to her chest. She has bright red hair, not unlike Hux’s own. Hux merely nodded so Poe continued.

“She hardly speaks any basic, but we managed to find out that she’s Arkanian.”

Poe felt Hux stiffen against his hand, clearly understanding what Poe was getting at.

“So, you need me too...?”

“Just make sure she’s alright, that she knows she’s safe and we’re here to help.”

Hux nodded again, “Yes, I suppose I can do that.”  

“Thanks babe.” Poe rubbed his back a little and then not so subtly shoved him forward.  

Hux shot him an irritated look but headed towards the children with the same purposeful stride he used when he was preparing to reprimand an unruly soldier.  When he got close however, his posture softened and he knelt down to talk to the girl on her level.  Poe couldn’t imagine what Hux was saying to her, but his heart clenched as he watched the little girl give Hux as shy smile, then hold out the doll for Hux to examine. Hux said something else and the girl actually laughed.

“Well that is... surprising,” Finn said coming up behind Poe, his dark eyebrows arching up to his hairline, “Be careful Poe, or he might just get attached to her.”

Poe turned to his friend, a sly smile playing across his lips.

So, a little more hurt than comfort.  Contains some dark themes, implied torture and brainwashing. (link for AO3)

Hux was already feeling unease when he was summoned the to throne room of Supreme Leader Ren’s flagship.  Meeting with Ren was always a trying experience but this was combined with the fact that he hadn’t heard anything from Poe in weeks.  They often went long stretches of time without seeing each other, but to not have any communication at all was certainly strange.

Hux walked briskly through the halls of the ship, almost longing for the gaudy decor of Supreme Leader Snoke.  The amount of black Ren had insisted on bordered on unsettling.  The snide remark he had planned died on his tongue though as soon as entered the room and saw that Ren was not alone.  Hux’s heart constricted in his throat.

There, kneeling to the left hand side of Ren’s massive throne, was Poe Dameron.  He was wearing a tight black tunic and trousers and his cheek was pressed against Ren’s thigh as he gazed up at him with what could be only described as adoration.  Ren ran his long fingers through Poe’s dark curls absently as he looked directly at Hux.

“Good of you to finally join us, Grand Marshal Hux.  Poe, pet, say hello to the Grand Marshal.” 

Poe seemed barely able to tear his eyes away from Ren as he gave Hux a polite nod, “Pleased to meet you, Grand Marshal.”

No teasing wink or ridiculous nickname.  No smirk that said ‘you can’t fool me.’  Whoever this was, it wasn’t his Poe.  

“What the bloody hells is going on Ren?” 

Ren’s hand moved to cup Poe’s cheek, “One of my Knights found him patrolling the outskirts of Eadu.  I thought about having him publicly executed but...” Ren rubbed his thumb along Poe’s lower lip and Poe closed his eyes and parted his mouth, “Well, I’m sure you know, Grand Marshal.”

Hux felt bile rise up as he watched Ren touch his lover, but he fought to keep the disgust off his face.

“Why would I know or care about a rebel pilot?”

Ren’s answering grin was unsettling, “Grand Marshal, don’t you think the first thing I did was break into his mind?  He fought hard, I’ll give him that, but everyone breaks in the end.... Tage.”

There was no need to pretend and Hux let the anger show on his face, “What’s the point of this, Ren?” 

“Insurance,” Ren tugged Poe up and into his lap and the pilot melted against him, “You think I don’t know you’ve been planning to overthrow me?  I thought you were smarter than that, Armitage.  He’ll be perfectly fine so long as you stay in line.” 

The smug tone in Ren’s voice and the way he rubbed Poe’s thigh had Hux itching for his blaster.  His insides burned liquid hot as he stared Ren down.

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll have you shoot him.  Now play nice Grand Marshal, I might even let you have him for an hour or two.”

Hux clenched and unclenched his fists.  How dare Ren think he could force his loyalty, touch what was his.  

 “As you wish, Supreme Leader.”

For some reason Emperor Hux/Consort Poe popped in to my head for this.  Hope that’s okay!

‘Debriefing, see you in an hour -PD’

Hux allowed himself a small smile as the message flashed across his datapad.  He’d already known of course, that his Consort had arrived home safely.  He’d been informed the second his ship broke the planet’s atmosphere.  

He had been off world for weeks representing the Emperor’s interests on several important trading systems and would no doubt be exhausted.  Being apart for long periods wasn’t ideal but it was necessary.  Hux had made it very clear the moment he took power that his authority extended in every way to Poe Dameron.  Hux had a bath drawn and ordered up food while he waited for his husband to walk though the large, ornate double doors of their rooms.  

He does, before the hour is up, looking as tired as Hux assumed but grinning. Poe takes a knee in front of him, “My emperor.” His expression is playful, while he keeps his tone reverent.

Hux tugs him up by the collar of his flight suit.  Poe still insists on flying himself, much to his husband’s chagrin, but Hux learned long ago when to test against Poe’s stubborn streak.  

“None of that darling, you look ready to collapse.”  He still meets Poe’s lips when his consort tips his head up expectantly.  It feels good, better than good, he’s missed this so much.  Hux pulls back reluctantly, tugs at the zip on Poe’s flight suit.

“Bath first yes?”

Poe’s hand jumps to Hux’s and stills him, “Tage, wait.  Just- don’t freak out.”  

Hux raises an eyebrow and pulls the material off Poe’s shoulders.  He sees it then and sucks in a harsh breath.  Bruises and red marks marring Poe’s chest, nears his ribs and finger-shaped on his biceps.  

“Who did this? Who hurt you?”  Hux feels his insides burn icy cold.

“Just a run in with some vocal opponents to the crown.  They caught me off guard.  It’s nothing-”

“It’s is not bloody nothing!  Where are they?”

Poe stepped closer to him, tries to put a calming hand on the small of his back, but Hux shook him off, “Tell me.”

“They ran off, when the palace guard caught up with us. It was just a group of locals.  Not happy with a blood traitor like me I suppose.  But hey, at least they avoided my face.”

“No, no no.  You are not going to joke your way out of this.  Poe, they could have killed you.  I can’t imagine if… I don’t want you going on solo diplomatic missions.”

Poe touches him again, this time his face so he had to look.  His expression is soft.

“Tage, come on.  You can’t lock me away in here.”

“I can bloody well try,”  Hux tries to look away, but his consort won’t let him, “And you’re letting a medical droid look at those injuries.”

“Yes, my Emperor.”  Poe said it in that voice that makes his knees weak, tugs Hux towards the waiting tub, biting his lower lip.  Hux knew he would to lose this argument in the end.  

That is my weakness too anon!  

Poe knew he was pushing his luck, grinding slowly on top of Hux in the General’s quarters.  Poe had managed to sneak on board a freighter delivering a new weapons supply to the star destroyer.  Poe kissed Hux’s neck and licked his way back into his mouth knowing that any minute now…

“Alright Dameron, let’s get on with it.  I’ve a schedule to keep.”

Poe rolled his eyes, but climbed off of Hux to retrieve the lube he knew was in one of his side table drawers.  He was already pulling the drawer open when he heard Hux shifting behind him, “Wait-”

Staring up at Poe were several glossy versions of his own reflection, posed in his orange flight suit, staring boldly off into the middle distance.  ‘Watching Over the Stars and Skies’ and ‘Join the Resistance’ the posters boasted.  

“Planning on doing some recruiting General?”  

Hux huffed and scrambled over, trying to get to the drawer, “Hardly.  I had to confiscate them from a group of Ensigns.  They were making some comments that were rather unbecoming to an officer of the First Order.”

“Confiscated huh?  And they just had to be kept here, in your bedroom, right next to the lube?”

Poe bullet-ed his point by fishing said bottle out of the drawer.  Hux actually blushed for two full seconds.

“They’re enemy propaganda Dameron.  Now unless you plan on fucking yourself, are you quite done rummaging through my personal things?”

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Poe Dameron/Armitage Hux Characters: Poe Dameron, Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Finn (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Emperor Hux, Consort Poe, Resistance Member Armitage Hux, Marriage Proposal, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

a collection of short fics from my tumber @gingerpilothoes