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The Test of Time

It's been ages since Hux embraced becoming the same kind of monster that loves him for all his being, since he's embraced his new role in life, since the evil under the earth has been put to rest, and the veil between worlds has slowly been closing. He's sure of many things: his place in life, his role in the world; how his body will never change, unaffected by the erosion of time. One thing he isn't sure of, however, is whether the Kylo's love for him will erode in the storm of time, or if it's like his body- untouchable by the flow of the world around them. His flaws, his neuroses, they all make him worry about losing what has become his everything. It's the simplest thing in the face of normal change that reassures him that some things don't have an end, and sometimes, variations are good for the world- and the soul.

A birthday gift for my beloved @doncaster-ren ♥ Love you, babe.

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Hux and Kylo are both dispatchers for transfer centers. Hux appreciates how soothing Kylo's voice is, and Kylo loves how quickly Hux can get a transfer through. On slow nights they start flirting while doing intakes.

"Thanks for calling the First Order Transfer Center, this is Armitage, how may I help you?" Ah, it's him. Mister Cool-Under-Pressure and By-The-Book Armitage. His favourite dispatcher. Maybe this night won't be so long after all. "Hey, Armitage, this is Kylo from Organa General. Got a patient I need transferred out- our hospital doesn't have the doc for the procedure they need." Armitage's mouth curls a bit at the low smooth voice on the other end of the line. Kylo, the little shithead. Kylo's always a pain in the ass- he jokes around, makes calls longer than they have to be, but at least the calls are never boring... and he does have a nice voice. "Alright, give me the patient info and let's get them on the board," he says, opening up a slot on his board. 

"This one's... well. It's interesting," Kylo says, clearly on the verge of laughing, and trying to remain professional, but the laughter is there on the edge, and it makes Hux smile all the same. This ought to be a good one. "Tell me what we've got," he says. Kylo rattles off the name, date of birth and the ER bed the patient is in, and the tight giddiness in his voice is building as he gets close to the fun part. Armitage stays on task. "Any equipment, isolation precautions? Patient on any drips?" he drones. "Nope," Kylo replies. Here it comes. "Diagnosis?" he asks. The words explode from Kylo in a low giggle.

"Patient has a three inch hairpin lodging in the urethra, close to the base of the penis," he all but cackles breathlessly. Armitage has no words. "Say again?" he finally asks. "Foreign body in penis- 3 inch hairpin, our urology department doesn't have the doc to get it out. X-rays show the pin at the base of the penis," Kylo all but giggles again, and Armitage is having trouble maintaining his composure. He's almost giggling himself as his fingers fly over the keyboard, dictating into the append line for the intake, and his pod mate is leaning around the edge of her wall of monitors to lift a blonde brow at him. "Okay, so, you need a urologist..." 

"Patient would prefer to go to Scrips," Kylo says. "Suter might be better- they take medi-cal." "I can call Scrips, but last I checked their med-surg beds were full," Armitage replies. "Alright, one BLS transport requested."

"Thanks, Armitage," Kylo replies breathlessly, clearly on the verge of giggles again. "Faxing over his face sheet now." "Thanks. I'll get to calling around, see if I can get him a bed." "Hopefully I'll talk to you again," Kylo says- and ends the call before Armitage can reply. On his break, Phasma comes into the breakroom with a piece of paper, holding it out to him. Armitage lifts his brow, seeing a phone number is written on it. "Kylo Ren," she says. "The dispatcher? How'd you get that on a recorded line?" he asks. Phasma just smirks. "He said he was going home for a few hours- he's working a split double, so he gave me his number to give to you, since you're working his case." She winks and leaves the break room- and leaves Armitage to stare at the number, flushing. "What the hell," he says, and dials the number on his cell. It rings, and that low, pleasant voice answers. "Kylo," he answers. Armitage smiles. No, this night won't be so long, after all.

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Frivolous Sentimentality

Inspired by @queenphasma 's adorable picture of Armitage's childhood toys.

It took Kylo a minute to fully understand his situation.

Normally, after one of the sporadic, quick, and rather rough trysts with Hux, he'd put his clothes back on, shove his helmet back over his head, and go back to his day- or go sleep it off in his own room, depending on where in their schedule they'd worked in that particular session.

Hux occasionally dragged him into the fresher for a shower, but never did he invite him to stay the night. Hux liked his personal space, and liked keeping Kylo out of it even more when his personal time overlapped with time spent in said personal space.

So it was very confusing to Kylo at that moment, waking up in the General's bed, with said General curled up beside him, using his broad chest as a pillow.

Hux was a quiet sleeper, and a tightly wound one, at that. Where Kylo sprawled- usually on his back or stomach, limbs akimbo- Hux curled. He had himself wound almost impossibly tight in a foetal position, his body at a forty-five degree angle from Kylo, his head resting on Kylo's chest. His knees were drawn up close to his chest, with just enough room between his thighs and chest for his arms.

Kylo didn't move, was afraid to breathe, lest he wake Hux up. He knew how little sleep Hux got, he could feel his exhaustion on a daily basis. Had the timing just been perfect enough to where Kylo was finally getting to see Hux sleep due to sheer exhaustion? Had he worn Hux out enough to make him fall asleep before shooing him out?

Kylo hoped it was the latter.

He lifted his head to gaze at Hux, taking in the sight of him curled under the blankets, sound asleep, vulnerable and soft. He noticed a bit of fabric cradled in Hux's arms, a soft triangle of russet brown poking out of the crook of Hux's elbow.

Kylo's movement disturbed Hux, who rolled over in his sleep, still curled up, but now facing Kylo, his thin knees and long legs digging into his side. The change in position let Kylo look down (while ignoring his bony knees grinding against his ribs) into Hux's arms at the object he was so protectively curled around, and he blinked.

Hux was cradling a worn, battered, but well cared for and well loved loth-cat doll. It was clearly handmade, but by a skilled hand, and with a clear amount of affection. The level of wear and tear, the repairs done, the smooth patches on the cat's forehead- likely from a scared, worried or upset child's kisses, seeking comfort - all spoke of how long it had been in his possession, and how much it meant to him.

Before Kylo had finally given in to the sexual tension between them and gotten to know Armitage Hux better, Kylo would have laughed, perhaps taunted or teased the General over the toy.

Now, Kylo held his breath and waited for Hux to settle, because he hated the thought of Hux waking up to find his secret security item had been discovered.

Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Kylo found himself staring into Hux’s pale grey-green eyes, slightly glassy and unfocused with sleep. Hux blinked a few times, disoriented, then remembering himself, drew the blankets over his shoulders to conceal his sentimental secret, and rolled over again, turning his back to Kylo.

"I don't recall inviting you to stay," he mumbled, and Kylo knew Hux was gently pushing the doll under the pillows.

"I don't recall falling asleep," Kylo admitted. "Sorry."

The unexpected apology made Hux jerk in surprise, and he shifted to look at Kylo over his shoulder. He considered Kylo for a moment, then his face and rigid muscles softened.

"Don't be. I think we were both tired, and wearing each other out only exacerbated it, but we're awake and you can leave," he finally said, a clear dismissal, to prevent him from asking about the soft childhood toy now hidden under the pillows.

Kylo tilted his head.

"I won't say anything, Armitage," he said quietly.

Hux rolled back over, giving Kylo a lovely view of his bare chest and soft freckled stomach- and empty arms. He'd hidden his doll. Hux just looked at him.

"Say anything about what?"

Kylo sighed. He was going to be like that, was he?

"The loth-cat doll," he replied softly. "You've clearly had it since you were young. Reminds me of the stuffed Anooba I had as a kid until I had to leave it for training."

"Frivolous sentimentality," Hux muttered. "I shouldn't have had it past five, let alone this long."

"Someone clearly took care in making it, and put a lot of love into it if it's lasted this long," Kylo said encouragingly, hoping Hux might say more, and let Kylo learn more about him, about his life before the Order.

"Just a kitchen worker," Hux said dismissively. "Or so it was said. They made it and put it my pram when I was a few days old, and I've had it ever since."

Kylo lifted his brows. He knew the rumours of Hux's mother being a kitchen worker, that he'd been taken away from his mother when Arkanis was evacuated and he and the late Brendol were pulled off world by a mercenary.

"It's not frivolous if that's all you have from her," he said softly.

Hux sat up, and considered, staring at his lap for minute before finally sighing and reaching under the pillows. He pulled the doll out and held it up for Kylo to see.

"I've suspected she made it since I was old enough to know I was a bastard. He wanted to take it from me- toys make children soft, weak- but he never could bring himself to do it. I suspected it's because it's all I had from her that didn't scream 'bastard child of a kitchen maid.'"

Hux stroked a smooth spot on the doll's right ear, and it was clear he did that when upset or in need of reassurance. Then holding it in one hand by the waist, he pressed the cat's forehead to the bridge of his nose and nuzzled it. A habit born of years of comfort seeking.

"Don't tell anyone. Men like Brooks, like Pryde, they knew when I was younger, and mocked me for it. I pretended to burn it when other cadets tormented me over it, egged on by Brendol's friends. I gave it to Sloane for safe keeping when I was in the Academy, and burned a bundle of similarly coloured cloth stuffed to look like it."

He pulled the doll from his face and rubbed that soft shiny spot on the ear again.

"Even pretending to burn her- it - hurt," he muttered. "When I made my commission and finally received the privilege of my own quarters, Sloane gave this back to me. She kept it with her, and for the longest time, it smelled like her, the second mother I had that cared for me, but the only one I remember."

Kylo carefully reached for Hux, resting his hand on his shoulder, testing his reaction before pulling him close. Hux didn't stiffen or pull away, and allowed himself to be pulled against Kylo's side.

"What's her name?" Kylo asked quietly. He hadn't missed the slip of "her" before Hux corrected himself back to "it."

Hux toyed with the cat's ear.

"Millicent, but I call her Millie. Have since I can remember. "

Kylo reached out very carefully, and patted Millie on the head as gently as he could. The fabric was soft, worn, and he could tell that Hux had done some restoration work on it. He had to have, for a doll to last thirty five years under the demands of an unloved, unwanted child who could only find comfort in a small handmade doll.

"Nice to meet you, Millie."

"Don't mock me for Millicent, Kylo. Insult my training regimen, tease my uptight nature, mock my speeches, but please," Hux said, his voice tight. "Don't mock Millicent."

Kylo pulled his hand away from Millie, and put it under Hux's chin, making him look up at him.

"I told you I had a stuffed Anooba. His name was Fang. Original, I know, but I was three. I dragged that pup with me everywhere. To.... Whatever work my parents took me along to, to every meal, every outing, every trip, every bath, even though he watched from the counter- he got his own baths in the washer. If I ever got upset or scared, or missed my parents when they were away, I'd just bury my face in his fur and things would feel a little bit better."

Kylo paused.

"I wasn't allowed to take him with me when I started training. I had to leave my family behind, my home, and I couldn't have Fang with me in a new place, surrounded by strangers who expected the galaxy of me."

Hux knew that feeling. Leaving home and everything, everyone behind and learning so much was resting on his shoulders, or would be soon enough- and all as a child.

It was a very lonely feeling, but Millie and Sloane had helped. Apparently, Kylo hadn't even had Fang.

"Fang got lost somewhere in the chaos of my life, and even if I hadn't lost him, I'm pretty sure Snoke would make me destroy him or something as part of my training."

Hux just looked up at him, knowing he was coming to the point.

"I'm not mocking Millie. I'm appreciating her because she means a lot to you, and appreciating you, because you managed to hold on to her all this time," Kylo reassured him, then, quickly, as if trying to do so before he lost his nerve, kissed Hux on the forehead.

"Thank you for showing her to me, Armitage."

"Thank you, for not mocking me for this sentimental indulgence of mine," Hux said, flushing.

"Self care is not indulgence. It's necessary," Kylo said firmly. "Speaking of... Can we take a few more hours of sleep... Together?"

Hux smiled, a bit awkwardly, then nodded.

"It was... Nice. Waking up with you beside me, that is. You're warm."

Kylo sprawled on his back and stretched out his arm, feeling a little happy thrill as Hux slid in beside him, resting on his side- and placing Millie on the pillow so she was in plain sight.

Kylo said nothing, but kissed Hux's forehead before pulling him close and covering them both with the blankets.

Their nap was much more enjoyable and refreshing than either expected, and opened a new schedule that resulted in many more such naps.

--

Kylo came back from training a few months later, tired, sore, mentally drained and emotionally sensitive after Snoke had racked his brain with his claws.

He pinged Hux to let him know he needed some time to clean up, clear his head. Hux replied that he understood and expected as much.

Kylo pushed through the doorway to his quarters, ready to take a shower and fall into bed, but noticed something was off about his room. It took him a minute to notice the black and silver bundle of fake fur and plush cloth.

Sitting on Kylo's bed was a handmade toy that was not exactly an Anooba, but a very good attempt at one. The stitching was well done, with well concealed seams, quality stuffing, and fine cloth. It even had those odd glass eyes that followed the viewer wherever they went.

It was clearly made with affection. Possibly even love.

Kylo took off his helmet and picked up the doll with a slightly trembling hand, revealing a note underneath on flimsy written in curt, precise and perfectly legible and pleasing handwriting.

'Self care is not indulgence. It's necessary.'

Kylo turned the flimsy over, and saw another bit of the same pleasing print.

'I'm afraid my skills at sewing are more suited to repairing and altering uniforms, but I hope I did well enough with this pup. I let him stay with me until you came back so he'd smell less new and stiff. I hope he will do as a new source of comfort for you as Millie - and you - have been for me.

-Armitage'

Kylo put the plush to his nose and inhaled. It smelled like Hux- of his room, his uniforms, his lotion, his hands, his bed.

The gesture was softer, sweeter than anything he'd expected from anyone, let alone General Armitage Hux, and it was hard to process.

He'd missed Hux during his training- missed his presence, his warmth, his bed, and his scent. He'd found himself wishing he'd had a tiny piece of him to take on his long excursions, and now, he had more than that.

He had Hux's affection, a great deal more trust than he felt entitled to, and now...

... He had his own frivolous sentimentality.

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Hiraeth

Hux is coping with a bout of melancholy he can't quite shake, and dreams that wake Kylo from deep sleep with their longing sadness- so he takes matters into his own hands.

A gift for @gingersnappish because honestly, she's done so much and I love all the art and creativity she's poured into the fandom, and how kind and welcoming she is <3

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Hux tries something new for Kylo. A prelude/writing teaser to some art I’m working on! Trans Hux ♥

Hux stretched out over the bed. He wasn't entirely sure if this would be to Kylo's liking, but he was willing to try new things, and this was definitely new.

The soft furry tail brushed against his thighs, and he flushed, feeling the plug seated inside his ass shift as he sprawled on his stomach. The fur matched his own ginger hair, save for the white tip.

He fussed with the furry ears clipped into his hair- also ginger, and blending into his hair seamlessly, tipped with umber-black. They were soft, and rather cute- though he was not accustomed to being 'cute.'

His thigh high stockings were silky and snug on his legs, the sheer black mesh accentuating the curves of his calves, and they made his limbs slip on the satin sheets. He had to take care not to have his heels catch on the bedding.

He sighed, arching his back and shoving his ass into the air, practising the pose he'd take when Kylo would come into their shared quarters, exposing his folds to the cool air of the room.

There was a thrill in being so wanton, of arching his back and exposing himself like a beast in heat, and he hoped it elicited the reaction from Kylo that he was hoping for- for Kylo to mount him eagerly and hungrily.

The soft tail flopped over his folds and rubbed over the swollen nub of his cock, causing him to inhale a sharp hiss of enjoyment, his toes curling inside his shoes, his fingers gripping the sheets.

He heard the door open, and he spread his legs, lifting his ass into the air and displaying his glistening folds, his swollen cock and his plugged ass as he looked over his shoulder coyly.

"Welcome home," he all but purred, licking his lips and trying not to feel ridiculous- but the stupefied look of surprised lust on Kylo's face made that worry disappear.

Kylo made a strangled sound in his throat, and Hux swayed his hips, the tail swishing, his crotch practically dripping in anticipation.

Kylo was silent as he stripped off his armour, his underclothes, leaving a trail of clothing from the door to the bed, where he seized Hux's hips in his large warm hands, and with one fluid movement, mounted his lover- just like Hux had hoped for.

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Calligraphy

@nebulousmistress said: Kylo Ren incorporates his calligraphy into meditation before battle. He convinces Hux to be his canvas for one session.

Hux had been ready for bed three hours ago. His day was one incident after another- broken equipment, meetings deferred to him because Kylo couldn't be arsed to take the responsibility of Supreme Leader seriously, ridiculous amounts of cleaning due to the Knights of Ren traipsing about on the Steadfast, the list went on.

All of while having Pryde breathe down his neck, judging him with the same eyes that had watched with cruel delight as he'd tormented him, along with Brendol, Brooks and the others when he was a child. Hux refused to let the man intimidate him now, and it made him work even harder.

Now, he was exhausted, and after a quick meal in the officer's commissary, wanted nothing more a cigarra, a shower, then to collapse into bed.

The last thing he expected was to find Kylo on the couch in his sitting room, in a tank top, boxers and his hair tied back, bottles of ink and various brushes on the table in front of him. He had his long legs folded under him, and his eyes were closed. He was clearly meditating.

"Kylo... What are you doing?" Hux asked quietly. Kylo opened his eyes and Hux was surprised to see how calm he looked.

"I was hoping you'd come back soon," he replied, getting up in one elegant, fluid movement. "I wanted to ask for your help."

Hux lifted a brow.

"What's with the ink? That's rather archaic."

"I'm in control of my own training and meditation now, and I wanted to try calligraphy again."

Hux blinked.

"Again?"

Kylo waved his hand dismissively.

"Irrelevant. I did it when I was younger and it helped me focus, but I want to approach it from a different angle. I'd like you to help."

"How can I help?" he asked, though his tone did not indicate a willingness to help, but rather an inquiry as to why Kylo though he could.

"You look tired. Stressed. Helping me will help you, if you're willing," Kylo said, almost hopefully.

"How?"

"By letting me do the calligraphy on your back?"

Hux blinked again. And again. He looked at the inks.

"How would painting ink all over mely back and making a mess help me?" Hux asked, genuinely curious.

Kylo picked up a brush and dipped it into a bottle of water, approached Hux and gently ran the soft wet bristles over Hux's neck in gentle curving strokes.

Hux shuddered at the feeling, and understood immediately.

"Is the ink... Toxic? Or washable?"

Kylo smiled a tiny half smile and set the brush down. Victory.

"No, and yes," he said. "And it dries quickly, so it won't smear."

"Very well," Hux replied. "Let me get out of my uniform and have a smoke."

"You can smoke while I paint on you," Kylo said, pawing at the sealing seam of Hux's uniform.

Hux relented and helped Kylo with the removal of his clothing until he was nude, led to his room, and made to lie on his stomach across the foot of the bed. Kylo arranged the nightstand by the bedside, set up his brushes and inks, and sat beside Hux, facing the foot of the bed so Hux was stretched out in front of him.

Hux rested his chin on his folded arms, lit cigaraa in his mouth. Smoke furled around him, and he sighed as the first brush stroke of cool wet ink was made along his skin.

Kylo was quiet, his face the picture of quiet focus as he made slow, careful and deliberate strokes along Hux's pale, freckled skin. A curved script here, a short stroke there, a flowing curve, a few small sequence of dots and dashes.

Hux sighed, feeling every stroke resonate through his skin and down into his muscles. His nerves tingled and shivered with a delight that bordered on tickling. With every touch of the brush, he felt a degree of stress melt away- so much, in fact, he had to put out his cigarra so it wouldn't fall from his lips onto the floor, he was getting so relaxed.

Kylo felt Hux relaxing with each stroke, and he felt his focus deepen, his mind clear. He also felt himself relax as he adorned Hux's beautiful back with calligraphy.

He knew Hux's back intimately, but now, as he painted ink over it, he was paying more attention to it than ever, looking at each freckle, every mark and mole, and he took inventory of the scars scattered over his body.

A deep, thick scar below his left shoulder blade- he knew that one had come from Brendol. He painted a specific symbol over it.

A lattice of small scars over his right lower back, near his hip- that one was from his training when betrayed by a rival and attacked him with a riot staff. Another specific stroke was painted over and between the lines.

The small port on his left hip, where his hormone implant was located and maintained, he left mostly alone- but he did pause his calligraphy long enough to lean down and kiss it gently, and he felt Hux shudder in appreciation.

A deep short scar just shy of his left kidney- where Hux had survived being literally stabbed in the back by a now deceased officer who'd wanted his position. A very specific, very unique script went around that one.

Kylo looked up at the chrono and saw that over an hour, nearly two had passed. He looked down at Hux, and saw his back from the nape of his neck down to his tailbone, was covered in calligraphy- and he saw was he'd written while in his meditation trance.

Intelligent. Brave. Unbreakable. Perfect. Indomitable. Unstoppable. Ruthless. Ambitious.

Perfect. Beautiful. Incredible.

Mine.

Kylo was taken aback by how open he'd been, subconscious as it was. Yet, he couldn't be surprised by the results. Despite how much he irritated him at times, despite how often they butted heads, the infuriating man brought that out in him.

And right now, that infuriating man was softly snoring, stretched across the bed with Kylo's adoration written all over him.

Kylo smiled and traced a finger over the brush strokes, testing to see if they were still wet. As he said, the ink was quick drying, and his careful finger didn't smear the strokes.

Kylo put away his inks and brushes, took off his clothes, and pulled Hux gently into a better sleeping position, crawling under the blankets with him. He curled around Hux protectively, his mind clearer than it had been in months.

"Lights, off," he said, and kissed the top of Hux's head as the room fell into darkness.

He'd let Hux take a shower when he woke, so he could see the adoration he'd written onto his skin in ancient script- and tell Hux what each and every symbol meant, so Hux would know just what mattered to him, and what came to mind when he was deep in the Force, but with Hux to keep him from being lost.

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Grounding

@hollandswife asked: ok but kylux where schizo!kylo is having an episode, and hux calms him down by watching the holonet and feeding him his favorite tea and snacks? is this an entirely self indulgent request? why yes it is !

There really needs to be more fic for characters on the schizophrenic spectrum being treated with more respect! I did my best writing this as someone who is autistic/has BPD/PTSD/anxiety, so I apologise in advance if I mishandled anything! Thank you for the prompt, @hollandswife ♥

Kylo is usually an oddball, and Hux has gotten used to this. He has his more… intense moments, and Hux is used to those, too. Usually the Knights of Ren are around to handle their Master, and Hux doesn’t have to deal with him when he has a meltdown.

It isn’t until after a few hours of prying that Hux understands Kylo is having episodes because he’s schizophrenic, and his irritation changes to tolerance, and softens to sympathy. He knows enough about trauma and anxiety to know the last thing Kylo Ren needs is something as empty, dehumanising and worthless as pity.

He’s never experienced one of Kylo’s full blown episodes, however, and he isn’t sure how he found himself with Kylo in his quarters, panicked and recoiling at various stimuli. He does know, however, what he doesn’t like when he’s having a panic attack, what helps him- and what grounds him when he dissociates. So he figures, maybe, just maybe, he can help Kylo before he hurts himself.

Most of what Kylo’s saying doesn’t make sense to him- his words are disjointed, as though his brain is moving faster than his lips and voice can speak the thoughts being processed. Hux doesn’t ask him to repeat himself, he doesn’t tell him he’s not making sense. He simply helps steer Kylo to the couch while he orders some food to be brought up to his quarters.

He’s careful not to touch Kylo, as the other man is flailing at his arms, and swiping at his body with his palms in the manner of someone trying to rid themselves of a swarm of insects. Hux isn’t sure if he should tell Kylo there are no insects- not when Kylo can clearly feel them, so he settles for offering Kylo some tea. The first cup is hot, only lightly sweetened- he hopes the edge of bitterness will help ground him, that the heat will soothe him.

“Is there something you’d like to watch, to take your mind off things?” Hux asks softly, careful to remove the pillows from the couch.

Kylo doesn’t respond immediately, another string of words escaping him in a jumble before he takes a tentative sip of the tea. He grimaces, but Hux notices his hands are shaking just a degree less. Encouraged, Hux activates his large display monitor and flips through various programs before settling on a soothing animated holovid of the adventures of a Loth cat raised by Loth wolves. Kylo is immediately distracted, but his nerves are still firing, his anxiety still high. Hux seizes the opportunity, and sits beside him.

“It’s four in the morning. You’re in my quarters on our flagship, the Finalizer, your name is Kylo Ren, and you’re okay, you’re alive, and you’re safe,” Hux says softly. “This is not a delusion, you are the person behind your eyes, and you’re safe.”

Phasma says something very similar to him during his panic attacks- and he says the same to her, when she does have them, though they are exceedingly rare compared to his own, with much more seemingly obscure triggers that Hux still doesn’t know exactly.

Hux wants to take his hands, to assure him it’s okay, but he sees how Kylo is still alternating his hands to swipe at the insects only he can see and feel. Hux gets up silently, moving to the door as he receives a ping at the door. The food he ordered is there, and Hux brings it inside. He sets the tray on the couch beside Kylo- an invitation to eat, but not an order. The tray is laden with scrambled eggs, toast, and fruit from the cafeteria- it’s almost breakfast time, and it’s better than protein bars.

Kylo’s eyes move to the plate, then his hands, which shake again, and Hux’s face softens.

“They’ll get in the food,” Kylo says quietly, his voice tight. Hux picks up the tray, sitting on the couch and placing the tray on his own lap.

“Not if I help,” he says matter-of-factly, his tone all business- that no insects are going to get in the way in his room. He lifts a forkful of eggs to Kylo’s lips, and Kylo, with all the gratitude Hux has ever seen on his face, opens his mouth and takes the bite of food gratefully.

Hux repeats the motions patiently- bites of egg, sips of tea, pieces of toast torn off, sections of fruit. Hux is patient, gentle, and all the while, Kylo’s attention is between the food, the video, and Hux’s soft words of comfort. After half an hour, and nearly all the food has been eaten, Kylo finally stops worrying at his arms, and has relaxed into the couch. He looks tired, drained, and Hux knows the postdrome phase all too well.

Hux fetches a blanket from his bed, and wraps Kylo in it. Seeking the warmth and security, Kylo snuggles into the blanket almost eagerly. Hux prepares him a second mug of tea, this time a sweeter variety- paricha, with cream and sugar. The warm, spiced tea calms Kylo further, and Hux patiently helps Kylo pull off his boots so he can curl up in the blanket on the couch and watch the holovid.

“Stay?” Kylo asks quietly, almost meekly from his blanket cocoon on the sofa, his eyes wide and imploring- still nervous and afraid, still raw from his episode. Hux thinks of all the times he could have used someone beside him after his panic attacks, and sits beside him without a word.

Kylo is silent for a few minutes, sipping his tea, his eyes on the soothing, fluid animation of the video, then he turns to look at Hux. There’s no words that escape him, only a look, and a gentle, unspoken request that is more a tired mental image projected into Hux’s mind.

He wants Hux’s reassuring presence.

Hux rarely smiles in a soft manner, but he does at that instant as he moves beside Kylo, lifting one side of the blanket to slide in beside him, wrapping them both up in the soft warm cloth, allowing Kylo to lean against him, resting his head against his shoulder. Hux rests his chin on the top of Kylo’s head, the black hair soft against his jaw. He wraps an arm around Kylo’s shoulders under the blanket and rubs his shoulder reassuringly- though very careful to make sure Kylo knows it’s his hand, and not anything else.

“Thank you,” Kylo says, his voice thick.

“You’d do the same for me, I like to think,” Hux says off-handedly.

“I would,” Kylo replies. “I will. I promise.”

Hux isn’t sure he should hold Kylo to that, but the thought is nice, and he rolls it around in his head as they watch the white Loth cat run across the gold fields of Lothal with a pack of wolf pups, and Kylo slowly returns to himself in safety.

#vornskr drabbles #soft kylux #dissociation cw #panic attack cw #hollandswife #reposted bc tumblr broke the cut ><

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Share the Load

Hux runs into Kylo while dealing with his unique Arkanan biology- and Kylo is dealing with some self confidence issues. It's a match tailor made for the both of them.

A small thank you piece to celebrate breaking 150 followers on tumblr! This is a side piece to Apex Predators! 

Oviposition, Knotting, Egg Laying, Trans Kylo, Non-Human Hux.

#kylux #vornskr drabbles #trans kylo

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if youre still taking prompts i always love reading anything with trans femme and/or genderfluid kylo

I hope you enjoy! NWS ♥

Kylo didn’t advertise their gender- not like Hux did. Hux was firm, assertive and unwavering in his masculinity that he wore as astutely and prominently as his heavy greatcoat.

Kylo was an unknown under their armour, their mask. They preferred it that way. They had no shame in their identity, their gender and how they presented, but it certainly made the common Trooper hesitate in addressing them- if they even dared- when they didn’t know how to address them. Even Snoke didn’t bother with giving a shit about their gender- Kylo was a tool, and little else, and Snoke didn’t care about gender, only utility.

It was only with Hux did Kylo advertise what they wanted, because it was only with Hux, did it matter, because it was only with Hux that Kylo felt fulfilled with the gender they chose.

“Tell me how you want me to spoil you,” Hux would whisper, breath hot against Kylo’s ear before sinking perfect white teeth into the skin of their neck, seeking to bruise, to mark his territory.

“Treat me like your woman tonight,” Kylo would respond one night, and Hux would take her to his bed, pinning his lover into the mattress and worshipping Kylo’s body like a work of art, burying his face between Kylo’s thighs and making love to her cunt until she shook and cried in release- and then Hux would straddle her, grinding his own cock, his own soaked cunt against Kylo’s, until they both collapsed against one another in a sweaty, blissful and sticky mess.

Hux would take Kylo to the ‘fresher and indulge her in a long shower, washing her hair with fragrant shampoo and combing out the luxurious tresses until they were soft and shiny and tumbled over pale shoulders like black satin. He’d rub Kylo’s hands and feet with lotion that smelled of rich ambers and soft florals until the chapped skin was smooth and soft again- all the while, his talented, dexterous fingers working up over long legs and toned arms, counting beauty marks as he complimented his lover on how beautiful she was.

Then Hux would take Kylo back to bed and stretch out under the blankets, Kylo curling up beside him and using his chest as a pillow, her gorgeous hair spilling like silk over his chest. Kylo would trace fingers over Hux’s scars, and she’d murmur how much she loved them.

“I want to be inside you, make you mine,” Kylo would reply other nights, and Hux would allow himself to be dragged, almost forcibly, to the bed, Kylo dragging his teeth over pale freckled skin, hands tugging at the stiff starched uniform.

Hux would be just compliant enough- helping Kylo remove his clothing, but interjecting with rough kisses of his own, pausing their progress to bite, to nip at Kylo’s neck, his clavicle. He knew just how to drag it out long enough to work Kylo into a frenzy, so that when they were both finally naked, Kylo would throw him to the bed and pin him down with all his delicious weight.

Kylo would grind his swollen cunt, his throbbing cock onto Hux’s own wet crotch, pressing his cock into Hux’s wet slit and back over Hux’s needy cock. They’d frot, rubbing their arousal against the other’s Kylo grabbing Hux by the back of his head to tilt his face up so he had better access to his beautiful throat. He’d sink his teeth into the base of Hux’s neck, near the hollow at his clavicle, leaving his mark- just out of view of the high collared uniform- as their rhythm increased, grinding against one another until they both came.

They’d share a smoke, lying on the bed beside each other, spent, content and silent. Kylo never asked Hux to be submissive- Hux never would be, not in the way Kylo didn’t mind being when he preferred being feminine- but without asking, Hux would cede some dominance to Kylo, and give him that little extra lead to grant him more masculinity to his current preferred role.

Hux never said as such, but he loved it when Kylo presented as masculine in their bed, because it allowed him to seek the comfort he gave Kylo when he took the more feminine role. Kylo would be the one to comb his hair, to rub lotion into his skin- or they both would rub bacta into their mutual bitemarks- and allow Hux to curl up beside him and use his broad chest as a pillow.

It would be Hux’s turn to trail fingers over the scars on Kylo’s chest, kissing the raised scar tissue, lovingly touching each one as he whispered how he loved them because it was something they shared and understood. Kylo would wrap an arm around Hux and pull him close, his large warm hands cradling the General safely, protectively.

Sometimes, Kylo would say nothing at all, only asking Hux to fuck them without care- and Hux would forget which pronouns to use, whether to be dominant or compliant, whether to focus on Kylo’s cock or his cunt, and Kylo didn’t mind either way, losing themselves in no roles, only making love to Hux, and both of them giving each other the tenderness and aftercare of grooming and cuddling, of soft touches and whispered words, of a shared cigarra in a dark room without roles or need for one to be more vulnerable than the other.

Regardless of which role- or lack of one- that Kylo chose, they felt safe with Hux, because he respected whichever role they chose, loved their body regardless of what Kylo wanted to do with it- or have done to it.

Let the First Order guess at what was under the mask. Let Snoke see them as nothing but a tool. None of it mattered.

What mattered was that at the end of the day, Armitage Hux would love him regardless of what they wanted, and made them feel safe in his arms.

#kylux #gender fluid Kylo Ren #trans hux #demonics #vornskr drabbles #NDC Trans Hux

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For @pangaeastarseed​ who said  

(I know im still a huge slut for nb ben amidala and trans emperor hux)  

(Not SFW!)

The Emperor was pacing. Again.

Senator Amidala blinked liquid amber eyes slowly, languidly, at the restless white figure that crossed their room back and forth in a near frenzy. They sighed, a long, soft sound of exasperation, and shifted on the chaise longue.

Their black silk robes made a soft, shushing sound over the burgundy suede as they stretched long legs cased in dark hosiery before crossing them again delicately at the ankles. The polished heels of their shoes clicked against the frame of the chaise longue, bringing the Emperor to a halt in mid-stride.

Emperor Armitage Hux looked over his golden epaulet-adorned shoulder and glared, his grey-green eyes flashing at Senator Ben Amidala. Ben locked eyes with him and pulled a cigarra from the side table.

They slid it into a long stemmed holder, lit it, and took a long, indulgent drag. The room filled with the smell of clove, paricha spice and carababba tabac as Ben exhaled slowly, never looking away from Armitage.

“Do you mind?” he asked irritably, and Ben lifted well groomed eyebrows at him.

“Do I mind what, your Eminence?” they asked lightly, almost innocently.

“Smoking, while I am thinking,” Armitage all but snarled. Ben laughed and held out the cigarra towards him invitingly.

“Come, Emperor Hux,” they said sweetly. “Indulge a little.”

Armitage hesitated, clearly torn between trying to come up with a solution to the economic crisis on Dantooine that had occurred during the war, as a result of a blockade gone wrong. He and Ben had been arguing non-stop about it until Ben had sighed and gone to lounge on the chaise longue, stretching out their long elegant body in their even more elegant- and slightly scandalous- black robes with the bared chest, the gold jewellery and see-through sleeves.

And now, they were tempting him, stretched out tantalisingly, with an equally tempting spiced cigarra, amber eyes lined in kohl glittering from under lifted brows.

“Indulge a little,” they repeated, almost a croon. “You’ll burn yourself out, otherwise, my Emperor.”

The way their full lips formed the words, the way their voice said My Emperor, lilting and sweet, the scent of the cigarra, the empty space of the suede chaise longue that they patted beside them with a manicured, bejewelled hand...

Armitage couldn’t resist.

He gave up trying to wear a path in the fragrant fijisi wood floor and slid off his heavy greatcoat, setting it aside on the back of a chair. Ben sighed, an almost affectionately impatient sound, and patted the cushion again.

Armitage crossed the floor and sat beside the Senator carefully, so as not to muss his white uniform. He took the cigarra holder from Ben and put it to his lips, taking a long, enjoyable drag. The taste of carababba, paricha and clove filled his lungs, the tingle of nicotine hitting his bloodstream shortly after, and he sighed silently, smoke unfurling from his nose.

Ben smiled, painted lips curving.

“Feel better?” they asked. Despite himself, Armitage nodded and took another drag before handing it back to Ben, who pointedly ran the mouthpiece over their lower lip before putting it between their lips for a smoke.

“You are horribly indecent,” Armitage commented, smoke curling between his teeth. Ben grinned and snorted smoke from his nose in amusement.

“Only with you, my Emperor,” they retorted. “No one else takes me seriously- they know better.”

“And I do not?”

Ben’s smile widened.

“Clearly not.”

They leaned against him, their lean waist pressed to Armitage’s thigh. Ben reached up and rested his hand on Armitage’s shoulder, red nails gleaming against the white gaberwool.

“You still overreact to my advances and puff up like tooka-cat.”

“Because it’s inappropriate,” Armitage replied, stiffening at Ben’s familiarity. “You are inappropriate.”

“It’s only inappropriate if we let it be,” Ben replied, removing their hand- but dragging their long nails down Armitage’s back as they did so, and they smiled as they felt a shudder run through the Emperor’s body.

Ben sat up and leaned towards Armitage, chest pressing to his back as they moved to put out the remains of the cigarra. Their jewellery clinked and chimed, and Armitage’s breath hitched.

Ben giggled.

“Oh, sorry,” they said in mock apology, but clearly delighted. “I inadvertently made a mess.”

Armitage blinked and turned to look at Ben over his shoulder. Before he could ask, Ben was pressing a slender fingertip to his lips, running the long index finger over each lip, tracing the curves with both fingertip and eyes.

Armitage’s pale freckled cheeks went blood red, and he stammered as Ben pulled their finger away and showed him the red cosmetics.

“You had lips covered in my rouge,” Ben said softly.

“Inappropriate,” Armitage sputtered as Ben wiped his hand on a handkerchief and tossed it away onto the side table.

“No, this is inappropriate,” Ben replied, grabbing the Emperor by the waist and pulling him bodily on top of them. As Armitage made a sound of protest, anger, Ben silenced him with their mouth, fingers tangling into the Emperor’s red hair.

Armitage only fought it for an instant before he caved and returned the hungry kiss. Ben smirked, and slid their hand down Armitage’s back, then up, under the tunic, fingernails grazing over bare skin.

The Emperor bit down on Ben’s lip, tongue sliding into their mouth, and Ben sighed happily, running their tongue over Armitage’s, tasting tabac, spices and clove, as well as a hint of the brandy he’d had earlier.

"How many times must we play this game, Armitage?"

"As many times as it takes for us to tire of it," Armitage replied, smiling for the first time in hours.

All the while, both of them had stopped touching one another, and had moved their hands to fumble with clothing- Armitage with his belt and pants, Ben with their robes and hosiery belt.

Ben already knew Armitage wasn’t going to fully remove his pants- he would never be caught with his pants down- so they didn’t protest when he broke the kiss and got up, pulling his pants and underwear down just enough to give Ben access. He turned, getting on his knees on the end of the chaise longue, hands gripping the back.

The sight of Armitage in the vulnerable position, with his bare ass and glistening cunt, just barely visible between the hem of his white tunic and the waist of his white pants, nearly drove Ben into a frenzy as they ripped at their hosiery, their cock springing free.

Ben pushed their robes aside, moving behind Armitage and grabbing his hips with eager hands. They knew the Emperor would never allow anyone else to see him in this way, would never allow himself to take this vulnerable position with anyone else, and that knowledge only drove Ben’s arousal to greater heights.

The thought that they both might be walked in on only made the spice to the situation all the hotter.

Ben rubbed the head of their cock against Armitage’s wet slit, feeling his arousal slip over and around their erection. Ben teased for a few moments, rubbing and pressing the slick cock head against Armitage’s own swollen cock.

Ben let out a delighted gasp as they felt something new.

“Is that... Armitage, when?”

Armitage shot a feral grin over his shoulder at Ben.

“Just after the last time.”

Ben purred in enjoyment as they rubbed their cock over Armitage’s, reveling in the feel of his new vertical hood piercing, the barbell rubbing and sliding over the slit of their cock. Judging by the sounds he was making and the way his cunt grew even wetter, even warmer, Armitage was enjoying it, too.

“Ben, please,” Armitage gasped, arching his back and pressing his cunt closer to Ben’s cock, his greedy, hungry slit hot against their throbbing cock.

“As you wish, your Eminence,” Ben purred, and slid in their thick cock to the hilt, their balls pressing against Armitage's crotch.

Armitage groaned in pleasure, hunching his shoulders as he pressed his forehead to the back of the chaise longue, rocking his hips against Ben’s. Ben thrust inside the Emperor, their hands slipping around Armitage’s thighs to find his cock, the piercing, and flicked it with their fingers, rubbing and rolling the barbell over his small throbbing cock.

Their lover’s reaction was instantaneous- his cunt clenched tighter around Ben’s cock, a low, throaty moan escape him, and somewhere between the sighs, the groans and panting, Ben’s name was woven in as he came.

“Harder,” Armitage managed. “Come inside me.”

Ben tilted their head, lovely lined and gold-dusted eyes widening.

“Armitage, are you sure?”

He panted, and shot another smile over his shoulder.

“Indulge a little,” he said with a smirk that was not entirely in control, given how he was being pounded from behind.

Ben needed no further permission, and bent low over Armitage, pressing their lips over his ear, the back of his neck, teeth seizing an earlobe and tugging as they pounded hard and fast into his Emperor’s hot wet cunt.

A moment later, they stiffened, fingers curling in the white uniform, hips pressing flush and firm against Armitage’s backside as they spilled ropes of seed into his hungry cunt.

They fell forward, the two of them, Armitage clinging to the back of the chaise longue in order to support himself and the weight of the Senator who was now boneless and heavy against his back, their cock still periodically twitching inside him.

“That has to be a record,” Ben said breathlessly, pulling themselves up and extricating their cock from Armitage’s cunt with a rather vulgar wet sound. They reached a long arm over to the side table and grabbed the handkerchief, holding it out to Armitage.

“What has?” Armitage asked, snatching the cloth and folding it up a bit before jamming it between his legs in an attempt to stop the flow of Ben’s seed from his cunt. He pulled his clothes back up and refastened his belt, standing up to smooth out his uniform. Ben watched this all with adoring amusement as they tucked their softening cock back into their thong and hosiery, rearranging their robes.

“It only took an hour before we gave up the pretense and fucked,” Ben said.

Armitage flushed, but said nothing, picking up his cloak and putting it back on.

“No post rut smoke?” Ben called from the chaise longue as they squirted a few puffs of perfume into the air in a blatantly poor attempt to cover the smell of sex.

“I have work to do, Senator,” Armitage replied. “I... will see you later.”

“Mmm, I know you will,” Ben agreed, watching him go with a triumphant smirk on their lips- which were bare of rouge.

All of it was now on Emperor Hux’s ear and neck.

#Kylux #Emperor Armitage Hux #Senator Ben Amidala #trans hux #nonbinary Ben Amidala #vornskr drabbles

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Lilies and Lace

A prompt for @ira-fae, who asked: lace, plants, royalty do something with those words?

The gardens of the Theed Royal Palace were an incredible feast for the senses, and a true privilege to experience in person. Plants of all kinds- flowers, shrubs, trees, even some well controlled and groomed vines- were in full bloom.

The flowers were a riot of colour- the sanguine of the millaflowers, the soft purples of the rominaria and purple passions, the blues of the ryoo and blueblossoms, the soft dusky mauves of the musk-roses and asyr, and the yellows of the jebwa and sapflowers all cavorted in brilliant arrangement. Even the trees- many of which were the ornamental hydenock, the fragrant Shuura laden with ripening fruits, were boasting brightly coloured foliage.

Throughout the gardens, in strategic places, were Tooke-traps - carnivorous plants that were used as natural pest control. In the water were the lovely, pungent poms floating on their wide buoyant leaves, and along the waterline grew the thick waxy woosha. 

Most of it was muted, as evening had already fallen on the gardens, but with the gentle lighting of the pathway’s garden lights, and the soft blue glow of the woosha, the garden had an ethereal quality. Despite the deepening dark of night, and the muting of colour from the moons’ light overhead, the perfume of the garden were still as strong and varied as ever, creating a bouquet of scent that could overwhelm those with a sensitive sense of smell - especially for a young First Order officer who’d spent most of his life on sterile starships. 

Colonel Armitage Hux had been on Naboo for less than a day and was already overwhelmed. He was there on one of his first assignments as a higher ranking officer, to make negotiations with the local politicians. After a full morning of tours, an afternoon of meetings, and a lavish dinner, Hux had simply needed silence, or at least, a modicum of solitude. He’d escaped to the gardens while his suite was being prepared, and was immediately captivated. 

He was enamoured as he wandered the grounds, and was glad the garden was practically empty, as he kept turning his head this way and that, trying to take in the sight of each plant. He’d never seen such a variety of colour. 

Arkanis, with all its rain, had been a constant environment of grey, dark green and brown- and that was most of what Hux remembered, having only been five when pulled from the planet.  Everything else in his life had been drab or barren- his memory of the brief visit on Jakku was bright, but barren, mostly sand and empty skies. The majority of his life was spent on uniformly grey, sterile Star Destroyers. 

Fifteen years of living on environmentally controlled starships, however, had one side effect he should have expected, but didn’t consider when accepting the offer to visit the Royal Gardens. 

As he leaned forward to examine a gorgeous black lily, to admire the black petals shot through with deep red and purple lines so dark they were barely discernible from the black, he felt his sinuses burn, and a sneeze erupted from him. His eyes watered and itched, and he felt his nose begin to run. He sighed. 

“Of course. I finally see flowers- real flowers- for the first time, and I’m allergic to all of them,” he said in disappointment as he rummaged in his pocket for a handkerchief- and came up empty-handed. 

“Care to use mine?”

Hux jerked and turned to see a tall, elegantly dressed noble standing in the path. They wore a set of black silk robes trimmed with gold brocade, and a high sweeping collar that flared high behind their head, lined with bars of gold. Their black hair was thick and wavy, some of their tresses pulled back in artfully arranged braids that had gold threads woven into them. Their face was done up in white powder, red and gold eye shadow. The red dot on each cheek, the upper lip painted with red, and the full lower lip adorned with a single red stripe were all hallmarks of Naboo royalty. 

“I’m sorry?” Hux asked, unsure how to react- the noble was gorgeous, and Hux found his usual wit departing him. The noble smiled, and held out a white handkerchief. 

“You sneezed. Would you like to use my handkerchief, since you don’t seem to have one on your person?” they asked. 

Hux took the proffered cloth. It was very fine, trimmed in expensive, handmade Chandrilan lace- did this noble really expect him to wipe his nose with something so fine and obviously expensive? It had a name embroidered on it in glimmering ruby thread. Hux glanced at it- “Amidala.”

Amidala. The name of the very senator he was to be meeting the next morning. 

“You- are you Senator Amidala?” he asked, still not using the handkerchief, his eyes fixed on the other’s face. They smiled.

“I am. And you must be Colonel Hux from the First Order. I admit, I did not expect to meet you early- or here. Senator Ben Amidala, pleased to meet you.” 

They held out their hand, and Hux took it. Amidala’s hand was strong beneath the black silk glove, and their grip was firm. 

“Colonel Armitage Hux,” Hux confirmed. “It’s good to meet you, Senator Amidala.” 

“I am sorry your trip to the Royal Gardens resulted in allergies, Colonel. The gardens are one of my favourite places to visit to relax,” Amidala replied regretfully. 

“No need to apologise, I’ve spent most of my life on ships, I should have expected such an occurrence and taken an antihistamine. It doesn’t detract from my enjoyment of the plants. Even in the moonlight, I haven’t seen this much colour in my entire life,” Hux replied, his tone turning wistful. 

“Yet of all the flowers in such a spectrum of colour, I find you bent over a black lily,” Amidala observed, lifting an elegantly arched brow. 

“This one, it’s close to a light- I could see the nearly hidden colours in its petals. There’s purple and red barely visible in the black. Beauty concealed in darkness,” Hux replied, indicating the flower with a gloved hand. 

Amidala tilted their head, their plush, painted mouth curling in a small smile. Their brown eyes glittered, their pale skin glowed, and their ebony hair shimmered- moonlight certainly did wonders for them. 

“I can’t decide if I find that sentiment sad or lovely,” they said softly. Hux flushed.

“Sad?”

“It’s lovely because you see colour where most would only see black, but it’s sad, because I feel you see so little colour in your every day life that you desperately seek it everywhere, even in darkness.”

Hux blinked a few times, unsure of how to respond. Amidala’s smile widened. 

“Bittersweet, I think,” they said decidedly. “Lovely, yet sad. Just like the set of your eyes.” 

They leaned forward and took the cloth from Hux’s hand.

“Your nose is running,” Amidala said, and wiped at his nose gently with the fine cloth. Hux sputtered softly. At this degree of closeness, Hux could smell Amidala’s perfume- even over the heady scent of the garden. He could see a shimmer of opalescent dust over their exposed clavicle, see the spattering of beauty marks on their smooth skin.

“That cloth is too fine for that,” he protested, but Amidala laughed softly. 

“It was made for that,” he replied, then handed the cloth back to Hux. 

“It was nice to meet you, Colonel Hux. I should head home and get my beauty sleep for tomorrow’s session.” 

“You don’t need it,” Hux blurted before he could stop himself, and Amidala gave a low, throaty laugh, flattered. 

“If you’re trying to butter me up before negotiations, that’s a good start.”

Their warm brown eyes considered him as they tilted their head, the gold threads in their hair shining in the intricate braids. 

“Perhaps you could continue your buttering up in the morning over breakfast? How does seven sound?” they asked, and Hux flushed even deeper, smiling a bit awkwardly. 

“I’d like that,” he replied agreeably. 

Amidala winked at him, smiling coquettishly. 

“I’ll see you then- I’ll meet you at your suite.”

They gave a small teasing wave that was more of a tantalising waggle of gloved fingers, then turned gracefully and practically floated away, elegant and svelte as a shadow. Hux watched them go, his mouth dry as he watched the sway of their hips. 

His gloved hand still clutched the fine cloth edged in expensive Chandrilan lace. 

#Kylux #Senator Ben Amidala #nonbinary Ben Amidala #vornskr drabbles

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Blackout

@thediktatortot ​ said: Hottest day of the year: Iced Tea/Citywide Blackout: candles, cards. Combined them, because blackouts in the South during the summer? More common than you think!

It was close to 40 degrees, but with the heat index and humidity, it felt closer to 47. It was the hottest it had been so far in Alabama, and there wasn’t any rain predicted for weeks, a high pressure system squatting over the area pushing away any clouds.

It wasn’t the only high pressure system in the area. With every household cranking air conditioning in form from window units to central cooling, to industrial rooftop systems, the electrical grid overloaded, and the entire lower half of Baldwin County was suffering a black-out.

The only ones not suffering the heat to the point of abject misery that night were a red-headed man and a black-haired man sprawled on cotton sheets on the hardwood floor of their living room, surrounded by a grotto of glittering lights.

Hux had covered nearly every surface with candles of every size, each one lit and flickering, casting a delicious warm gold glow over the living room. He’d pushed the furniture to the sides of the room, and laid out cotton sheets, cushions and pillows with just enough space between each of them to help air circulate through the cotton and between them.

The table was close enough to reach, and in an allotted space, was an assortment of glasses and plates. Some were empty, having formerly held wine, and two held iced tea. There was a pitcher of tea with slices of orange, halved blue-berries, and honeysuckle floating between ice cubes that were close to dying to the heat. Moisture beaded on the glass and rolled down the curved sides, collecting in a puddle on the tablecloth.

The plate between them was almost empty, bearing nothing but green and red smears that had once been the nearly raw steak smothered in smashed avocado and lime juice with melted Gorgonzola. A bowl beside it held most of the evening’s oven roasted asparagus- neither of them had been interested in the vegetables, not even Hux, who was slowly losing his taste for such things.

The plate held one last cut of the steak- the best part, with grilled fat, chunks of avocado and Gorgonzola, the meat perfectly red and tender, and had been sitting in its own juices for at least an hour. It was bigger than a human mouth could comfortably hold, let alone chew.  

Hux was sprawled on his side, naked, propped up on an elbow. He fixed Kylo with a murderous stare, his pale green eyes glittering, and almost glowing in the candlelight. Kylo, stretched out on his stomach, his pale skin golden in the light of the candles, was fixing Hux with an equally intense glare. His eyes were amber, set in black sclera, and were narrowed with his intense focus.

Hux took his gaze away from Kylo’s to admire his firm pale backside, the spattering of beauty marks, the toned muscles and long lines of his gorgeous body. His hair was loose, falling around his long expressive face in waves, looking as perfectly groomed as if he’d just stepped out of a salon. He was utterly beautiful.

Hux, on the other hand, felt a bit dumpy in comparison.

Kylo was having no such thoughts as he gazed at Hux’s body. His eyes trailed over the scars on his chest, knew how many freckles he had at a glance (twenty-two thousand, two hundred and fifty-one), his soft belly, the red hair on his groin that curled up to his navel, the curve of his hips and the delicious sweep of his clavicle.

“What?” Hux groused, flushing under Kylo’s scrutiny. Kylo grinned, his fangs glittering.

“Just admiring how beautiful you look in the candlelight. If I weren’t full of steak, I’d want to devour you,” he rumbled playfully. Hux fished a sliver of ice from his glass and threw it at him.

“You always want to eat me,” Hux retorted, but there was no venom in his voice. Kylo continued to grin.

“Not always as food,” he purred, looking pointedly at the thatch of red hair at the apex of Hux’s thighs.

“Careful, or your boner will lift your butt into the air,” Hux teased, then his look grew deadly serious again, and he stared Kylo down. Kylo matched his gaze, and the two of them resumed their death glares at one another.

“It’s the last move of the evening, Kylo. The move that determines who gets that last, perfect bite of steak. Now make your move,” Hux growled, and his own teeth flashed in the candlelight.  

Kylo tore his eyes away from Hux, and glanced at the cards in his hands. He considered.

“….Do you have any sevens?”

Hux grinned wolfishly.

“Go fish.”

The deck was empty.

Kylo growled, tossed aside his cards, and tackled Hux. The pillows were sent flying, their limbs tangled in the sheets, and Hux let out an indignant shriek that turned into laughter as Kylo buried his face in Hux’s stomach and made the loudest, rudest raspberry he was capable of around his fangs.

Kylo’s skin was cool, almost cold, despite the heat, and it felt good against Hux’s, even though his own skin was many degrees cooler than it should be by human standards- which Kylo was pleased to note. Their bodies didn’t create much heat between them, and in the blackout, they were comfortable together.

“So… share it, then?” Kylo purred, looking up at Hux, his arms wrapped around his waist and chin resting on his soft belly.

Hux considered.

“How about… I get the steak, and you…”

He spread his legs under Kylo.

“You can have dessert- on me.”

Kylo growled, his eyes red and black in the candlelight, and he gave Hux a grin full of fangs before he lowered his face between his lover’s thighs. A low growl erupted from him, and a moan came from Hux as the candles began to gutter out.

Hux really did believe he’d gotten the better end of this deal.

#Fic: Bloodlines and Brandy #Mildly NSFT #kylux #vornskr drabbles #I'm getting dirtier with these as I go