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Lottie! I had an idea :3 Kylo and Hux’s daughter keeps using the force to cause mischief around the ship. (Nothing too disastrous) Kylo finds it funny and Hux is trying so hard to not laugh or be amused when he’s giving her a talking to. But sometimes but their little ones antics and abilities are just too cute 💕

The Finalizer is at the centre of a First Order mystery: droids are going missing.

A few hours into his shift, Hux was alerted to a few mouse droids deviating from their set tasks but he chose to leave it to the programmers to sort out, suppressing his childish cares about the droids and focussing on the budget meeting that he was hosting, but since then, BB-units and sentry droids had disappeared from their posts and their commanding officers hadn’t a clue to their whereabouts. With the potential of this being the work of a spy, Grand Marshal Hux was drafted onto the case with a handful of the Order’s most elite stormtroopers to follow the trail of missing droids.

“Spread out,” Hux orders, marching along the line of white-and-red suited stormtroopers. “And search thoroughly. We have TIEs standing by in nearby space in case the thief tries to escape with our droids but it is up to you to find the culprit.”

“Yes, sir,” the troopers all chime in unison before fanning out from the hangar bay in pairs, one wileding a blaster and the other wielding mech-scanning tech.

Hux watches them go with an arched eyebrow, wondering what a spy could possibly want with their mouse droids and BB-units—

His wrist-comm buzzes, flashing red with an incoming voice call.

“Hux,” he announces, bringing the thin, black-strapped device up to his lips.

“I’ve solved your case, detective.”

Hux rolls his eyes, “This isn’t a game, Ren. Some of those droids hold important information. BB-9E is our personal aide. He lives in our chambers! This is serious. I don’t have time to play with you.”

He’s about to hang up on his husband/Supreme Leader but the man speaks again, “Come to Common Room 18-B and you can see for yourself.”

Strange, Hux thinks as he ends the call and begins his walk to the turbolift, that recreation room has been empty since it was re-painted; a crude drawing of the Supreme Leader and his grand marshal somehow found its way onto one of the walls, though Hux had been most annoyed at the misspelling of his name.

The Grand Marshal knows his beloved Finalizer like the back of his hand so he arrives at Common Room 18-B within a few minutes. Even just being on the other side of the door, Hux can hear familiar chirps, whistles and beeps from his mechanical crew. He readies his hand upon the blaster on his belt, wondering if Ren’s call had been a hoax and this is a trap to kill him, but if he knows about the trap before he walks into it, is he the victor already?

Without hesitating for a moment longer, Hux presses the open button on the door’s command panel and it swishes open, making Hux draw his blaster quickly into an offensive pose.

“Mama!”

Hux’s mouth falls agape. His four year old daughter sits on the floor in the middle of the room, surrounded by the missing droids. Emiliana’s favourite patchwork blanket—the one the Hux lovingly stitched together for her whilst he was pregnant—is spread out on the floor with her plushie toys and toy tea cups all around her.

“Emi,” Hux sighs, putting his blaster away quickly, hiding it with a swish of his greatcoat. “What’s all this?”

“Tea party!” And all the droids chirp and whistle happily in obvious agreement, using their Binary language to express their joy at being invited to the princess’s regal affair.

“I told you so,” Ren chimes in, approaching from behind with his arms folded. Hux turns to him and speaks quietly.

“Wipe that smirk off of your face right now, Ren. Don’t look so amused,” Hux playfully slaps Ren’s arm. “The droids aren’t toys for her to play with. I’ve got troopers looking to exterminate a spy.”

“She’s just trying out her powers,” Ren takes Hux’s hand, leading him to the edge of Emi’s circle of droids and they both watch her chatter away to them like they’re her friends; it reminds Hux of his younger self.

“What did she do to them?”

“Not to them,” Ren shakes his head. “To the officers. She implanted suggestions into their minds about giving their droids to her for the afternoon. The more weak-minded fools couldn’t resist her request and signed their droids over to her. Niney tracked them here for me.”

“Hells help me,” Hux flattens his palm against his forehead, exhausted by his daughter’s Force antics already and she’s still a toddler—mostly. “I’m going to be fully grey before she’s seven.”

“She’s done no harm, Hux.”

“Perhaps not this time, Ren, but where will her ‘trying out’ of her powers take her next? Suggesting our troopers open fire on our own officers? Mess around with the oxygen levels? Order us into the air lock—”

“Stop it,” Ren growls, squeezing Hux’s hand and silencing him immediately. “Don’t do that. Don’t make her guilty of things that she may or may not do. I told you that she’s done no harm. I was here to watch her, guide her, just like I always will be. Don’t be afraid of your own daughter, Armitage. You’ll push her away.”

Ren’s dark eyes are filled with fear, failing to hide the hurt that still haunts him from waking and seeing his Uncle standing above him with the intent to kill—a destiny decided for him.

“You’re right,” Hux sighs, leaning in to place an apologetic kiss on Ren’s cheek. “You’re right, Kylo. I’m sorry, my love. Forgive me.”

“Always.” The kiss is reciprocated.

“Ew, Mama! Dada! Stop kissing!”

Hux and Kylo smile, breaking apart when they feel their daughter’s little hands pulling at their trousers, wanting attention. Her messy dark hair falls in her face as she drops back down onto the floor, continuing her hosting of a droid tea-party.

“Emi, listen to Mama for a moment, hmm?” Hux kneels down to her level, keeping his voice soft and quiet.

“This is for you, Mama,” Emi says, thrusting an empty cup into his hands. “It’s tarine tea!”

“Oh, delicious! My favourite,” he says, pretending to sip before putting the cup down and becoming a little more serious. “Darling, I know that you’re having fun at your tea party and I can see that all of your droids are having fun too but, next time, will you ask Dada or I if you want to play with them? Some of them have very important jobs to do but they can play with you when they’re done working.”

Hux feels Kylo’s reassuring hand on his shoulder, his voice in his mind; ‘well said, Armitage.’

“Okay, Mama,” Emi says, nodding. “I’m sorry.”

“No, sunshine,” Hux opens his arms and sweeps his daughter up into his hold, kissing her head and cuddling her close. “You haven’t done anything wrong so you don’t have to say sorry. Understand? Dada and I are happy to see that you’re happy.”

The droids around them add in their thoughts, telling their Grand Marshal that they’re very happy too and that Emi has taken good care of them all. Hux smiles, proud. He can’t stay mad at his daughter, just like he can’t stay mad at her father. He has a weakness for dark-haired, doe-eyed Rens.

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