Chapter One: A Couple of Notecards


AN: Even thought I wrote the other one first, this one's my favorite out of the two.


"You're addressing the troops today." Immediately, Hux recognized the voice of Kylo Ren from behind him.

Abruptly, he turned to face the door where the sith lord stood, broad shoulders back and arms crossed against his chest. Hux hated when he snuck up on him; no doubt opening and closing the doors silently with his damn control of the force, but he addressed him just as boldly, unphased by his intimidating stance.

"Yes, and?"

Ren stepped forward then stopped. Puzzled, Hux thought he saw him hesitate. He may not have been force sensitive, but he knew Kylo Ren, and Kylo Ren wouldn't dare show weakness in front of him.
"And?" he repeated himself.

After fidgeting a moment longer, he sighed and extended his arm out to an even more bemused Hux.

"Here."

Hux took his offering and looked them over. In handwritten ink scrawls, there was an overview of his speech written on a few lined index cards. He was shocked. "How did-"

"I have access to all files in the system."

Hux couldn't imagine Kylo Ren actually using a console on board instead of destroying it. "Why?"

In response, Kylo mumbled a feeble, "You suck at talking anyways."

Hux glared at him and uttered a sarcastic "Thanks" before returning to his work. Kylo promptly left without any further explanation.


Crowds never bothered Hux; it was not easy to daunt the General. As he shouted out self-glorification of the first order and his army, he felt Kylo Ren staring at him, brown eyes boring into his skull through that blasted helmet. As the soldiers turned to admire the display of power in the sky, Hux turned to look at the menace in black behind him. Ren was already staring. As Hux saw the red flashes on the air reflect in his helmet, he reached into his pocket and fondled the notecards where they laid with his thumb. Although Kylo noticed this, he did not know that the General had, in fact, reviewed what he wrote the night before in preparation, nor that all the while, he could not get the sith lord out of his head.

Not a day later, Snoke had called the two officers to a private meeting. Hux crossed paths with the other in the walk through the hall. When Hux marched in step with Kylo, he scoffed audibly at the redhead General.

"What?" Hux grunted, trying not to show his annoyance at the other man's childish passive aggressive mannerisms.

When Kylo didn't respond, he prodded, "Is this about the notecards?"

At that, he sped up his pace and Hux sighed, catching up to him.

"Enough of your antics, but if you must know, they were helpful."

Ren glances at him and huffed, insinuating an unspoken: "Then why didn't you use them?" with the force.

"I did use them," Hux said. "Thank you." This time, he was much more sincere.

The sith slowed his pace for a moment.

"Unlike you, I don't have a problem, admitting when you actually do something right." Hux called back to him.

When Ren glances up at the other man, he expected an embarrassed or flustered look to greet him, any sort of reaction at all, but his own smug expression vanished when he saw the General was stoic. Wanting the reaction he usually elicited out of the other man, Ren shoved him against the nearest wall. He jumped, startled. Before he grew mildly irritated, Kylo quickly removed his helmet and, placing his free hand on Hux neck, kissed him chastely. He pulled away with a nip to his bottom lip, making Hux gasp under his lean fingers. Satisfied with Hux's awesktiken face, Kylo chortled out a "you're welcome" before replacing his helmet and storming off, leaving Hux speechless.


Hux was constantly busy in the days to come, and he imagined Ren was just as preoccupied. However, it seemed that he loves to mess with him so much to the point that he went out of his way to leave the General a small notecard at his station, reading, "Keep your troops in line for your sake." Hux sighed and crumpled it in his pocket, planning to discard it later. The next morning, another slip appeared, this time wedged in the door to his quarters, saying, "Your ginger stubble is disgusting." Really? Hux thought. Ginger jokes? He wanted to stoop that low? Hux almost laughed out loud as he tossed the slip of paper across the room. Of course he would notice if I had stubble, Hux pondered, remembering the kiss and how smooth Kylo's lips were.

"No." Hux shook his head as if it would dislocate the memory. He sighed as he headed out for another long day of work.

Hux began finding notecards throughout his day, ranging from petty insults to sarcastic compliments (although 'your hair looks soft' hardly seemed sarcastic). The General shoved them all in his pockets, planning to trash them all later, but he didn't have the heart to get rid of them. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the notes stopped coming. Hux never saw a little white corner emerging from a console anymore, and eventually he assumed Kylo had grown bored of it and tried to forget about it. He almost did, until he reached into a pocket in his slacks one day and pulled out a crumpled, lined 4 by 4 index card. It was the first one: "Keep your troops in line for your sake." Hux almost smiled. At the end of the day, he returned to his quarters, instead of sitting at his desk to fill out reports, he dug through his drawers frantically until he found what he was looking for; among the scattered love/hate notes from Ren he found a small stack of blank cards. Grabbing a pen and leaning over his desk, he scrawled a message in blue pen before heading back out his door, gently folding it in half and slipping it in a pocket.


This was unexpected; nobody dared knock on Kylo's door, especially this late. Stepping to the door, he willed it open to see a certain redhead general waiting for him, shoulders squared and lips set firmly together.

"Yes?" Ren gasped not a moment after he spoke as he realized that his helmet was absent. He silently cursed himself.

Reaching into his left pocket, he pulled out, to Kylo's surprise, an index card folded in half and handed t to him, two fingers loosely extending it to the sith lord.

Of course, Kylo took it, trying not to impatiently snatch it from his hand, and opened it. His face contorted in surprise as he read "Kiss me again" written in blue, script much neater and uniform than his own. His brows furrowed as he looked in Hux's eyes and was met with anticipation. Is this a joke? he wondered, before deciding he didn't care, and leaned in to press his lips against Hux's, pulling him close and burying his hands in Hux's short, red hair, which was softer than he ever could have imagined. Hux's palms found Kylo's cheeks and his tongue slipped into Kylo's mouth, making him groan softly. As Hux broke away, he smirked.

"What?" Kylo demanded, though his face displayed a mere simper in contrast. With a laugh, Hux ran a hand through Ren's hair and down his chest, saying, "You suck at talking, anyways," before he pushed Ren into his room, the door closing with a whoosh behind them.