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from the landscape: a sense of scale – brawlite

brawlite:

brawlite:

the Romantic boarding school au is finally finished.  

i’m not even sure how to describe this endeavor, other than: it’s in two parts. the first part is grim and melancholy. the second part is far more vibrant and promising. i feel like i owe a full apology to tennyson, after this. 

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“Your bones are so small.” Ren wraps his fingers around Hux’s wrist. His hands are warm, overwhelmingly so. “Like a bird’s.” He doesn’t let go.

The garden at the school is small, but overflowing with flowers. Hux often wonders how they bloom so frequently. An overuse of fertilizer and an abundance of care from the groundskeeper, most likely. It smells like boxwoods, like mint, and always like the ocean. He can’t breathe without filling his lungs with the Atlantic.

Ren always seems to find him in the garden. The company is neither welcome nor unwelcome. He’s always there, like a shadow, though Hux never explicitly extends an invitation.

“I’m as tall as you,” Hux argues now. As if height and mass are at all corresponding. Ren could crush him, could probably break Hux’s wrist simply by squeezing hard enough and willing it so.

It’s thrilling.

morning rebagel for the daytime crowd!

from the landscape: a sense of scale – brawlite

redcole:

High Class Escort AU:

  • Hux has always been out, and he had never hid it
  • When he goes to functions he always brought his ex, after the breakup he no longer has anyone to go with
  • Not wanting to go alone and not only be the only one without a date but also the only openly gay man at the function he gives in and calls the number that his seedy business partner Snoke gave him
  • The women on the line asks for what he wants and he says tall, because he wants them to look good together
  • She offers to send him pictures of a few he says no need, just handsome, tall, and knows how to handle himself in high society
  • She says they have one who fits that, and offers a picture, instead he just says to fly him out to where the dinner is and they can meet at his hotel
  • There is a pause and the women lets him know this one does not do sexual favours
  • Hux is now embarrassed and a little angry, he never planned o sleeping with him, but says fine without arguing the fact with the women
  • Kylo Ren shows up at his hotel later in the day. He claims he is ready for the weekend, but he looks like a total slob. Has a ton of bags
  • Hux already thinks this was a huge mistake
  • Kylo puts down his bags and take his suit-carrier to the bathroom half a hour later Hux is taking that back
  • Kylo comes out looking amazing, Hux has never seen anyone fill out a suit so well and even his messy bun has disappeared and is replaced with perfectly coiffed hair
  • His mouth is dry as he takes Kylo’s arm and he knows he is going to spend all weekend trying to get the escort to like him

sathinfection:

suzannart:

LIEUTENANT HUX: 20, THREAT.

Recorded crimes:

  • Soliciting a same-sex encounter
  • Refusing to admit guilt for above
  • Assaulting a peace officer by force
  • Assaulting a peace officer with infectious bodily fluids

A younger Hux is caught off-duty by First Order officers during a cantina raid.  For gay stuff.  He manages to get a swing in before they subdue him enough for a mugshot though 🙂

From @sathinfection’s senator au, Idols and Dead Men.

🙏why I write🙏

horatiosroom:

a scene from a later part of the story. there’s more to come!! art by me & text by @sailershanty

For Every Word, a Toad Falls Out

It had been a rough couple of weeks for Kylo. He was tired, his feet were tired, his heart was tired, and just looking at Hux’s idea of bedroom decor was exhausting him. He glanced around at the glass display frames of pinned and preserved things, and thought of a mortician’s reimagining of dried flowers. The bed beneath him squeaked quietly when he sat down using all the care of an elephant.

“Why… Why are you so obsessed with death?” He didn’t look up from his lap as he asked the question, mind wrapped in a dark swath of something blank and painful.

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Zero Generation – K_dAzrael – Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

kdazrael:

Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars – All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hux/Kylo Ren, Hux (Star Wars)/Original Character(s)
Characters: Hux (Star Wars), Kylo Ren, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Intercrural Sex, Light Bondage, Rimming
Series: Part 3 of Savage-verse
Summary:

“And I’m just supposed to tag along so you can gossip and drink and smoke yourself stupid with the old boy network?”

Hux lowers his datapad and gives Ren a look of exasperated disbelief. “Are you actually jealous that I have a friend?”

Zero Generation – K_dAzrael – Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

chromedqueen:

Ren says nothing. Hux opens his mouth to tell him to leave if he’s going to be such awful company, but then something drips between them. Hux blinks, looks down, and sees the black-red color of blood on the floor. He steps back.

“Shit, Ren, you’re bleeding.”

He looks up but can’t quite tell where it’s coming from—the shoulder, maybe, dripping down his arm. Ren doesn’t seem at all concerned.

“You imbecile,” Hux says. “You’re injured. Go to the medbay. Why are you standing here bleeding out?”

“I wanted to look at the stars,” Ren says.

ssOOOOOO it was @stereobone‘s birthday yesterday and i wanted to draw a scene from their lovely fic, take our hands out of control :^) it is a wonderful read and you should definitely go read it. i hope you like it!

ok hux going undercover in a dress instead of phasma needs to be a fic like yesterday i cant believe this

ghuleh-ren:

huxblush:

I cannot believe it hasn’t been done tbh. I would offer to write it myself but I am a horrible writer. But like Phasma comes down the stairs in this dress that’s the opposite of what she should be wearing. It’s just awkward for everyone involved. She’s gorgeous in a dress that fits her properly and accentuates her build but this one is just awful. 

They’re laying low in deep cover in an apartment on some backwater planet with a bottle of very cheap but very potent booze. Phasma comes back down the creaking metal stairs, laughing after she changes back into her comfortable sweatpants and tosses the dress to Kylo who tosses the dress at Hux as a joke. Hux is more than a little tipsy and decides to try it on because… What the hell? Why not? 

He comes down the stairs and Kylo has to scoop his jaw off the floor and shift around to hide his crotch before he can even pretend that Hux looks anything even remotely resembling ridiculous. He retires to bed shortly after because he has to be up early guys. It’s nothing to do with the incomprehensible arousal that he can’t suppress after seeing Hux’s slim but muscular body coated in black and red lace that drops just low enough to reveal a tantalising glimpse of his freckled collar bones. No correlation here. None at all. He promises. 

Yo if this is you answering asks while tipsy, lemme buy you a drink!

bettydays:

kylomend:

So while Hux is listening to an utterly rambling, banal story about Ben’s family—whom he discusses so often that Hux knows everyone by name, like characters in a never-ending, fucked up sitcom—he averts his attention from Ben’s gaping, food-filled maw.

He tunes back in when he hears Ben say, “So now it’s a destination wedding. They’re flying us all to Hawaii.”

“They’re what now?” Hux asks, hand frozen where it had been gently shaking parmesan onto his giant slice of pizza.

“They’re making me take a week out of my busy schedule—”

“You literally do nothing but work and play Minecraft.”

“—busy schedule,” Ben emphasizes, “to fly to Hawaii. Do you know how long that flight is? Ten hours. Ten fucking hours. What am I gonna do?”

“Most children bring a coloring book on flights.”

“Go suck a bag of dicks.” [on ao3]

now complete

Incubus Kylo who, after having sex with Hux once, refuses to do so again in case he accidentally sucks out Hux’s soul. Hux is so damn thirsty all the fucking time.

ocktorok:

Kylo cast his eyes to the side, observing the man alongside him. 

Hux stood, just out of the shadows, languid and impassive and delectably severe in the stiff lines of his uniform. Kylo’s fingers twitched; itched to follow the tempting inch of skin that peeked above his collar and disappeared to what Kylo knew was flawlessly creamy skin. Graced with tempting cinnamon freckles and a silver tongue, Hux had hooked him effortlessly.

It had been a simple thing for Hux to get Kylo into his bed, easier still for Kylo to show him his true nature. Just once, Hux had been swept away in a pleasure he hadn’t dreamed existed. Just once, Kylo had allowed himself to pull cries from his lax body.

Just once, and never again.

They couldn’t.

They both knew why.

Still, Hux relived that night with every waking moment. Had made it his mission to break Kylo down, see him take back his claim that Hux’s soul would be forfeit should they do this again. Hux had thought that task would be easy as well.

At every agonizing turn, Kylo had shown him he was mistaken.

It was driving Kylo mad.

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