#kylux positivity week 2.0

[ouigeneral]

Boys in medbay. 🩸🩹 my head cannon is that Hux is a scrappy fighter. 🥊

CW blood and injury

All art done on my phone!

@kyluxpositivity

#kylo trash #kylux #kylo ren #soft kylux #armitage hux #general hux #kylo #hux #my art #star wars art #Kylux positivity week #hurt #Kylux positivity week 2.0 #Kylux positivity week 2021

[itssteffnow]

Kylo and Hux having fun again for the prompt ‘Hard Kylux’ for day three of Positivity Week! 

I actually like how Hux’s hair bites with the background color xD

#kylux #kylux positivity week #kylux positivity week 2.0 #kylo ren #armitage hux #power dynamics #power play #guys in love #darth tantrum and his evil space ginger

[heresetrash]

I’m a dumb-dumb who messed up the dates for @kyluxpositivity week. So it’s a couple of days late, but this is (one of) my favourite tropes: enemies to lovers.

Click for full size :)

#kylux positivity week #kylux positivity week 2.0 #kylux #kylux fanart #kylo ren #armitage hux #general hux #myart

[pioneer-over-c]

Kylux Positivity Week day 2: “You Were Just Nearby” @kyluxpositivity

#kylux #kylux positivity week 2020 #kylux positivity week 2.0 #star wars #i fucking hate the at-m6 design #horrible gorilla thing #disney trilogy #grey's hux tag #grey's kylo tag #finished stuff #comic

[thediktatortot]

Actually finished a KPW piece!

The NSFW version is on my Patreon!

#Star Wars #Kylux #Huxlo #Kylo Ren #Kylo #Ben Solo #General Hux #Armitage Hux #Hux #Power Dynamics #kylux positiviy week #Kylux Positivity Week 2.0

[kyluxpositivity]

Prompts for the event can be found above! We can't wait to see what you all create. Remember, all forms of fan creations are welcome: fanfics, art, moodboards, playlists, cosplay, and anything else you can think of!

For those who need this in text:

 Sunday, June 28th: Chancellor/Supreme Leader & Power Dynamics  Monday, June 29th: "You Were Just Nearby" & Opposites Attract   Tuesday, June 30th: Hard Kylux & Soft Kylux  Wednesday, July 1st: Summer Romance & First Kiss  Thursday, July 2nd: Fix-Its & Exiled Kylux  Friday, July 3rd: Chandrila vs. Arkanis & Exploring New Worlds  Saturday, July 4th: Roleswap & Alternate Universes  Sunday, July 5th: Wild Card & Favorite Kylux Trope

#kylux positivity week 2020 #kylux positivity week 2.0 #prompt list

[orangebutterfly13]

Day 3 @kyluxpositivity

‚Soft Kylux‘

#kylux #kylux fanart #kylux positivity week 2.0 #kylux positivity week #🧡🖤 #orange draws

[mysticmilks]

Kylux positivity - Day 1 - Chancellor/Supreme Leader | Power Dynamics

Kylo stood in the shadow, gazing at Hux’s tired face and trying to understand how they got there.

He remembered how it all started, although with the mist of the years it was getting harder to grasp details. It had been Kylo’s idea. It must have been. He’d wanted Hux from the moment he’d seen him almost two decades ago. He’d wanted him, he’d wanted to control him, to destroy him, to get his respect, to be feared by Hux, all of that and everything else.

But that moment, in the throne room, when he’d ordered Hux to kneel, when Hux had obeyed it wasn’t about sex, only about dominance. Kylo remembered Hux's eyes, full of hatred and disobedience as if he saw them only a moment ago.

Years had passed, but even now Kylo still wasn’t sure how they’d ended up in each other's arms that night. In one memory Hux stays on his knees in front of his throne, glaring at him, and Kylo fights the urge to put his lightsaber through his arrogant, but handsome face. And in the next one, Hux is naked and pliant on his bed.

Their sex had also been about dominance.

About power. About debasement. But even back then Kylo hadn’t known who got more from it.

He’d read Hux’s mind as a holo-letter, a well-structured holo-letter full of passive aggression, thinly veiled threats, and promises of destruction — potentially mutual destruction if it'd come to that.

Their sex had been good.

Better than fighting his enemies. Better than killing with the Force. Better than watching the deadly ray of the Starkiller. It hadn’t been good because of Hux’s skills. With a weird gloat, Kylo had guessed that Hux had little experience before him. Kylo could have gotten a better laid in any spaceport, technique-wise. But it hadn’t been about technique, holo-porn dirty talk or freaky poses.

It was about Hux.

It was about how surprisingly ready Hux’s body had been to accept him. How sweetly Hux’s mind had been trying to deny it. How each time, when Hux had come with Kylo, because of Kylo, he’d chided himself for enjoying it. How his eyes had promised the horrible retribution, while Kylo had still been inside him. It was about how much Hux had wanted it.

Then when did it all go that wrong?

Maybe, when Kylo had spent too much effort making Hux forget about the vengeance, covering his body with slow kisses? When Kylo enjoyed way too much that Hux was silently chanting his name inside his head like a prayer? When tired and relaxed Kylo had stayed in Hux's quarters?

Kylo had been the Supreme Leader of the First Order, he could have stayed wherever he’d seen fit! That hadn’t been a big deal. They hadn’t been kids or heroes of holo-romance. It had been logical to stay for the night. It had been fine to kiss Hux in the morning. Hux had been his as the rest of the Order, and Kylo could have had him or kiss him whenever he’d seen fit!

Maybe it got wrong when Kylo started to spend most of the nights with Hux, even the nights when they hadn’t had sex? When he left his cleaning supplies and his spare attire in Hux's room?

No, he'd been still in control back then.

Maybe when Hux had had a nightmare, and he’d been muttering in his sleep and Kylo had been hugging him both in reality and in his dreams? Kylo had promised himself to tell that to Hux in the morning but he’d somehow forgotten to mention it.

Maybe when Hux had started talking? And Kylo had listened? All his terrifying theories for the better life in the galaxy, his ideas about the military, but also his surprising knowledge of ancient art, and his unexpected passion for good food. Had there been any other creature to whom Kylo would have listened while they were giving a speech of different ways of frying fish?

Kylo's control had been slipping.

That had been painfully obvious one night when Hux had felt sick and Kylo had made him stay in bed and watch old holo shows together. It had been strange: Hux had laughed, asked questions about life in the New Republic, Kylo had explained, and they laughed even more.

Kylo had promoted him to Chancellor, gave Hux what he had always wanted, and sent him away.

It hadn’t been a salvation Kylo had hoped it would have been. He had found any pretext to visit Hux, or excuse to summon him. Over and over again.

The more Kylo had pushed Hux away the more he’d craved his company.

Suddenly Kylo had been sure that all of that would have ended badly. That one night he would just project himself across the galaxy, over exhausting himself, just to see that foul ginger creature.

Kylo had cut all the connection to the galaxy and the force for one month. He’d meditate, starve, and tried to cure his body and mind. He’d lost weight and got a beard and looked like a saint from old books.

And all the revelation that’d come to him had been that he’d had to marry Hux.

For political reasons.

That had been what they'd told each other, after their passionate reunion. Political reasons. Bonkers.

They had been marrying for political reasons, yet they'd mutually decided to keep it secret. Because of their enemies. Obviously.

Had that marriage been the signing of Kylo's demise?

Or had it happened when he stopped reading Hux’s thought? He'd been too afraid what he could still find there, or too afraid of what hadn’t been there anymore.

Something that Kylo didn’t have a name for. Something that he was afraid to name, even now, almost two decades after their first meeting.

Kylo stood in the shadows and looked at Chancellor Hux, his love, his husband, his partner, trying to understand.

He’d run away from Hux, couldn’t be with him, do the most dangerous mission himself, put his life on the line of fire, yet… he would come back there, back to Hux, to his chambers, to his bed, to the warms of his body, to his perfect face and foul soul.

That was the only constant in Kylo’s life.

#kylux #kylux positivitiy week #kylux positivity week 2.0 #kylux positivity week 2020 #my kylux

[sidedoorside]

The moodboard for my Kylux positivity week 2.0 story ‘Cliffside flowers’.

The prompt was Exiled Kylux.

#kylux positivity week 2.0 #exiled #moodboard #armitage hux #kylo ren

[calicosjinx]

Day 2: Opposites Attract

@kyluxpositivity

In which High Society college student Armitage Hux is offered a ride home from leather wearing, pierced lip, tattooed Kylo Ren on his motorcycle.

He’s going to say no...but Ren did bring an extra helmet...and he is in leather.

And Ren also promised to go slow when he gives Armie this ride. Which he wants to do more than once...which (innuendo aside) is actually really nice of him. Armie hates waiting for his usual ride to his place.

And Kylo IS in leather.

Plus. Ren is a really good kisser especially with the lip piercing. 💕

#kylux #kylo ren #general hux #armitage hux #kyluxpositivityweek #kylux positivity week 2.0

[thethespacecoyote]

Body Mod Dom Kylo and Clean Cut Masochist Hux, for Kylux Positivity Week Day 2, “Opposites Attract.”

#photo #kylux #kylux positivity week #kylux positivity week 2.0 #fanart #sw #m rated #doodles

[mesmeret]

Kylux Positivity Week 2.0 Day One

Chancellor Hux and Supreme Leader Kylo. Ultra soft

It had been a very long month. Kylo needed to appoint someone who could oversee military coups properly. He was tired doing it himself. 

Kylo settled into his seat as a Senator was wrapping up their speech on asteroid farming regulations. Hux stayed focused on the conclusion but rested his hand over Kylo’s. Their rings clinked. Gifts from each other. Kylo kept his face neutral as a recording drone buzzed over to their viewing pod. Their hands spoke for them to the galaxy.

The Senator’s speech finished with gratitude for the Chancellor’s interest in expanding safety guidelines. Propaganda of the sweetest kind. Kylo attempted to join the applause but Hux squeezed his hand tight.

/We must remain impartial, dear.

Kylo rubbed his thumb against Hux’s palm in response. They stayed still as the call to vote was announced. It took a few minutes for the votes to collect. The regulations were improved. Hux gave a slight nod and the two men joined the second wave of applause.

Hux rose up amongst the din and adjusted his microphone as it died down.

“I grew up haunted seeing floating bodies amongst the asteroid belts. Yes, we need the mineral deposits, but at what cost? I need not remind you that the burden of the Hosnian System has deepened my interests of honoring their sacrifice for us all.”

Kylo flushed at Hux’s silver tongue. He felt the colossal auditorium eat up the Chancellor’s speech. Nearly all felt like Hux was addressing directly to the individual. The few who didn’t weren’t of cultures of individuality. Kylo purred this observation into Hux’s mind. The older man’s speech became honeyed. A siren call to the bloated politicians too afraid to the sublevels of their mega skyscrapers.

“... A few credits now means a future for all of us to enjoy for millenia,” Hux smiles with just a slight clench of his cheeks. “Now, as you all know, I am hosting a celebration for our Supreme Leader’s 5th anniversary of overthrowing the mad Snoke. I know I won’t be able to greet all of you tomorrow night. So please consider this as my hello and thank you for attending!”

There were laughs mixed with polite applause before the Senate was officially dismissed. Hux sighed turning to Kylo, “I don’t want to do a damn thing for the rest of the week.”

Kylo gave a small nod while alerting their pilot to have the shuttle ready in twenty. He knew to keep quiet until Hux decompressed. The man was a true leader, but his past haunted him. Waiting for the tide to turn on him. Anticipating a public assassination. Kylo made sure to have the public opinion polls in the morning dossier whenever they updated. Hux’s hadn’t dropped past 57%. Kylo is always proud of that. 

They make their way to the hangar bay reserved just for their positions. Kylo’s shuttle waits with a dull hum. Hux perks up enough to greet the staff. He sits on the couch instead of one of the individual seats. Kylo joins him and wraps an arm over Hux’s far shoulder. Hux tilts his head. Kylo hums softly before kissing the top of Hux’s head. 

The shuttle takes off for their palace. The journey is only a few minutes but Hux has a micro nap against Kylo’s chest. Kylo stays still, cherishing the moment. The crew knows to flick on the light to let him know the pair are safe to leave the shuttle. Kylo feels Hux softly snoring on him as the light’s amber glow fills the corner across from them. 

Hux had spent the past three weeks campaigning the new regulations all over the galaxy. Kylo made the decision to silently undo their seat belts and carry Hux out of the shuttle. The palace staff ignored the pair or made small expressions of fondness. Kylo kept his eyes forward but shared the fondness. Hux stirred when they passed by one of the many halls getting decorated for tomorrow’s party. 

“Hnmm,” Hux clung to Kylo tightly before relaxing slightly. “Home?”

“Yes, almost to our rooms,” Kylo muttered.

“Good, good,” Hux yawned against Kylo’s neck.

Kylo cursed feeling his own exhaustion kick in and he yawned too, “Kriff, do you think the party can put itself together without us?” 

Hux gave a small nod, “Of course. Six hours of sleep sounds fantastic.”

Kylo nearly dropped him while laughing, “Hux, your standards are low. I was thinking nine hours.”

Hux snorts and wriggles out of Kylo’s hold so they can unlock their door together with the dual bio scanners. The rooms are as unkempt as they were four weeks ago. Hux sighed and started dusting a table with his cape. Kylo placed a hand on his shoulder, “We remembered to change the sheets at least. C’mon, join me.”

Hux glared but followed him to the bedroom. They tossed their clothes into the hamper and crawled into their bed. Facing each other, reality dawned on their faces.

“I haven’t eaten since the morning.”

“I need to pee.”

Tears well up in Kylo’s eyes while Hux’s brows furrow. Hux curses softly, “We’re still blasted disasters.”

Kylo kisses Hux’s forehead before they both get up. He slips on a robe, “I think we still have some instant noodle soup. Want some?”

Hux stumbled towards the bathroom, “I should.”

Kylo makes three servings. Two for himself and one for Hux. He catches himself yawning and decides to turn on the sound system to keep himself alert enough to pour the boiling water once it is ready in the kettle. 

Hux shuffles into the kitchen area wearing a robe and slippers. He grabs a towel and starts dusting. Kylo lets him until the noodles are truly ready for consumption. They sit at the small table and eat in silence. They share looks, not words or thoughts. Kylo is thinking about the next twelve hours of rest while Hux is thinking about the following twelve hours of party mayhem.

They finish their meals at the same time and put their bowls in the sink for later. Kylo kisses Hux after they brush their teeth. Hux sighs into the kiss and holds Kylo’s hand to the bed. They finally settle under the sheets facing each other. Hux’s leg slung over Kylo’s hip and Kylo’s hand resting on the small of Hux’s back. Once they slumber, Hux’s forehead rests against Kylo’s collar bones and Kylo’s drooling on their shared pillow.

#kylux #kylux positivity week 2.0 #fluff #chancellor hux #supreme leader Kylo #more like Supreme Softy Kylo

[itssteffnow]

General Ren & Lord Hux

My entry for day 7 for kylux positivity week with the prompt ‘Roleswap’! I love this two and it was a lot of fun! I think they can go out like that more often xD

#kylux #kylux positivity week 2.0 #kylux positivity week #general hux #kylo ren #armitage hux #General Ren #itssteffnow #procreate #First Order Fashion #my art #SW sequels #roleswap au

[huxielust]

For my favorite racoon and partner in crime @imperial-march

Hard kylux & soft kylux | Positivity week day 3 

@kyluxpositivity 

#kylux positivity week 2.0 #kylux positivity week #fanart #kylux #traditional art

[pioneer-over-c]

Kylux Positivity Week day 6: Exploring New Worlds @kyluxpositivity

#kylux #kylux positivity week 2020 #kylux positivity week 2.0 #star wars #disney trilogy #i'm not feeling great today but i'm gonna do the entire week DAMNIT #but yeah this is uhhhh not my finest hour #grey's hux tag #grey's kylo tag #finished stuff #?

[solohux]

Kylux Positivity Week 2.0 @kyluxpositivity ; Day 1 - Supreme Leader/Chancellor, featuring Kylo and Hux as the most powerful couple in the galaxy, trying to get ready in the morning but having to deal with their toddler.

Hux’s dressing table is in the most perfect spot. It sits beneath two tall, arched windows in their stately chambers and in his own private dressing room, giving him the best light every morning by Coruscant’s sun’s grace as though it rises just for him. He elegantly sits himself sown on the plush velvet stool and flaps out the rear of his silk robe so he isn’t sitting in it and slides his hand across the black marble surface of the dresser, reaching for his comb.

His reflection shines in the mirror’s surface, making him smile to himself. Having never been confident in his looks until he met Kylo, Hux remembers the days where he cursed himself everyday for being too pale, too thin, too ginger but now, Kylo’s praise and awe of his beauty—so ethereally porcelain and soft, with a crown of copper hair without the jewels—has raised Hux’s self-esteem to the heavens. Even as he adorns splotches of make-up to cover the tired circles beneath his eyes, he knows that he looks the part; Grand Chancellor Armitage Hux.

“Dada!”

Hux turns to look over his shoulder to find his two year-old daughter squealing in Kylo’s arms as he holds her upside down, making her messy ginger hair look even more untameable.

“Ren,” Hux shakes his head, smiling. “It’s too early to be messing around.”

“Dad is grumpy this morning, huh, angel?” Kylo says, turning little Elora right-side-up and holding her upon his hip as though she weighs nothing. She giggles.

“Not grumpy but you know what she’s like when she gets this excited before breakfast,” Hux replies, turning back to his dressing table, fluffing his hair into place. “And good morning to you, Supreme Leader.”

“Good morning, Chancellor,” Kylo smirks and bends down next to Hux’s dresser, leaning in to steal a kiss from him.

“Papa, me down. I want Dada,” Elora says as she wriggles from Kylo’s hold and drops down into Hux’s lap, settling in against his chest like she always does when he’s sat here. She likes to watch him get ready.

Kylo hovers, standing back, and Hux catches the big, bad Supreme Leader smiling in the mirror’s reflection as Hux bounces Elora on his knee and dusts her nose with his powder brush.

“What colour today, darling?” Hux asks, lining up his collection of pots that contain glitter derived from the crystal mines of Imiuniam; it’s so expensive that some of the First Order’s ships had to forego repairs in order to pay for the Chancellor’s crystal make-up.

“Red!” Elora makes a grab for the pot furthest left and pushes it into her father’s hands.

“Then red it is,” Hux says, looking to where the row of mannequin heads sit upon a long table present his headwear to him, eyeing up the red-jewelled circlet as today’s feature.

“Me too, Dada! Me!”

“Stay still then, El,” Hux dabs his thumb into the crystal glitter and swipes it across Elora’s freckled cheek before doing the same on his own, adjusting the mirror in front of him so that his daughter may see. “We match now, hm?”

“Papa! Papa, look! Just like Dada!” Elora bounces in Hux’s lap, wriggling off to run to show Kylo.

Hux smiles, watching her go and come back with Kylo’s hand in hers, dragging him along and back into the dressing room to show him how her make-up looks like Dada’s.

“Beautiful,” Kylo compliments, now dressed in his sleek trousers, long black boots and dark tunic, sporting his lightsaber on one side of his belt and a deadly vibroblade on the other. “My treasures.”

Hux stands, lifting Elora into his arms with a groan—damn his bad back—and takes his place inside of Kylo’s arms. Their family couldn’t be more perfect, or more powerful. With the First Order reigning with an iron fist across the galaxy, Grand Chancellor Hux and Supreme Leader Ren can take moments like this to be more than their titles; they can be parents too.

#kyluxpositivityweek #kylux positivity week #kylux #kylux babies #m:writing #moodboard #elora #elora Hux