once I built an entire star destroyer out of garbage
“What have you been doing to me?” Hux hisses. His voice is like static: the low hum of fear and the pitchy crackle of desire.
“Everything,” says Ren.
You should totally read the fic by the two incredible writers I got paired up with for the Big Bang. Seriously. They are such talented people!
Edit: I forgot to link the fic. What the hell is wrong with me X
Jesus christ, and he’s already ready for it, too. I wonder just how many times Hux will have heard this happen before losing his cool and taking matters into his own hands.
pinch hitting for the KBB was the most fun i’ve ever had being completely stressed out! HAHAHAH!! (-^ O ^-) it feels really amazing to finally see everything come together!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ i’m so proud of everybody involved and can’t thank @kyluxbigbang enough!!! wow! what a thing!!!
so, these three drawings are the pieces i did for @zombiebrainsoup ‘s WAY too wonderful piece! it was an absolute delight and honour to work on this! and the fact that @zombiebrainsoup also turned out to be a lovely, amazing, kind, and funny human being that i am SO happy to have met ~ only makes it all the more wonderful!!! ❤ enjoy the huge flood of content everybody! it’s an amazing time to be here! (^ O^) ❤
So, the Kylux Big Bang released today and I wrote two things for it, and I’m not freaking out entirely, maybe slightly!
My original one – A Scorched Canvas – Highly explicit and relatively violent (please read all tags…) – has amazing art by @its-pixiesthings here
And I got asked to pinch-hit and ended up writing this piece of insanity – Moiré – which I kinda love, and to think it was never supposed to exist!
I’ll do proper shiny posts later once the panic has receded slightly. But for now, yeah, they exist they are things.
You guys, @dreamingofawolf is the best person, and her fics are the best, too. She’s an amazingly talented writer, and if you haven’t read all of her contributions to this fandom yet, then you have some excellent reading ahead of you!
If you like your kink heavy and your marking permanent, she’s got you covered with A Scorched Canvas. /fans self If you like your Kylux soft with a side of humor and another side of hurt/comfort, if you like Than and Mitaka being cute, if you like photography or models or Magic Roundabout, then Moiré is for you. It’s not just one of my favorite fics in this fandom, it’s one of my favorite fics of all the fandoms. I cannot rec these fics highly enough.
@nightsofllyn‘s latest drabble has one of the best openings ive ever read and i pretty much just wanted to do a montage of ren following hux around and arguing at him but then llyn informed me that the stuff kylo was saying was just listing off ways hux could die on the mission and somehow marriage happened i dont even know
The meeting with Snoke runs late but even when it’s over Ren doesn’t stop arguing—following Hux all the way back to his quarters and then inviting himself inside, still talking.
“Ren—”
Still talking. Taking a seat on the bed, one hand outreached to Millicent’s cautious sniffing.
“Ren,” Hux says, shedding his greatcoat. Ren doesn’t stop talking, so Hux talks right over him, loud, “Do you want a drink?”
Ren freezes in place, as if he’s just realized where he is. Millicent knocks her head against his fingers, with meowing impatience. “No,” he says, standing up suddenly, spooking the cat, ”No, I should—” he trails off. Hux has peeled off his jacket. It’s been a long day, he aches, he doesn’t care about Ren’s unfathomable objections to the mission. He strips down to his undershirt, then pulls that off, too. That’ll be Ren’s cue to leave.
So, of course, Ren doesn’t leave. “You can’t go to Corb alone,” he says, which is what he has been saying for the past hour, but this time the statement is followed by the hiss of his helmet’s release, “General,” Ren’s voice always sounds naked and raw without the modulator. It draws Hux’s attention up from where he’s poured himself a generous portion of chartreuse. Ren’s eyes are stuck on his collarbones when he says, “You need me to protect you.”
“I’ll have a squad with me,” Hux says.
“It’s not the same,” Ren finally meets his eyes, all dark curls and fanatic stare. He chews his lip. Hux pretends not to notice. Ren’s mouth is problematic, “Take one of my knights.”
“What—you in disguise?” Hux drains his glass to hide his smirk as Ren glares at him, plan foiled, “When did you get so protective?”
Ren’s gaze drops like a scolded pet, but instead of reaching the floor it catches near Hux’s navel, Ren biting those horrid lips again, and Hux has had enough.
“I don’t need you on this mission, and that’s final. It should have been final an hour ago, in the holochamber, but here we are,” he says, flapping a hand dismissively, “I could use you elsewhere, though.”
“Where?” Ren asks quickly, as if he is in the habit of being useful.
“You could have drinks with me,” Hux shrugs, “like a real person. You could help me take off my boots,” he says, then regrets it, feeling himself flush with embarrassment. He turns back toward the sidetable for the chartreuse, but before he can pull the cap off Ren presses him tight against the table from behind, the fabric of his robes coarse against his bare skin, wide belt biting into his lower back.
Ren catches Hux’s wrists in each hand, first guiding the bottle down to the table, where Hux lets it go with stunned obedience. Then he pins them to the table’s surface leaving no room to wriggle free, draping himself over Hux like a cloak.
“I know what you really want,” Ren says, softly, near his ear, “but it’s impossible.”
“It doesn’t feel impossible,” Hux says, too busy feeling smug with Ren’s hardness rubbing against him to be surprised by the swiftness of Ren’s attack.
“It is impossible,” Ren says, “You wouldn’t be the man you are if we–” Hux opens his mouth to interrupt but feels his breath stolen, like a hand around his neck, just tight enough, “Sssh,” Ren says.
The sound Hux makes in response draws a low laugh from Ren, who seems to forget for a moment how impossible it is, dragging his bottom lip up the side of Hux’s neck to let a shaky breath out near his ear.
Then the pressure is gone and Ren is storming toward the door.
Hux breathes out, watching him go, holding on to the table in case he falls over. “Don’t forget your helmet,” Hux calls when he hears the door panel activate.
The door swishes closed and Ren tromps back into the room to retrieve his helmet from the bed. He stands still for a moment, head down, helmet in his hand as if awaiting orders, finally willing to listen, but Hux says nothing, too overwhelmed, still goosebumped from the cold he hadn’t felt until he’d felt Ren’s heat and lost it.
Whatever Ren is waiting for, it passes. “I should—” he says, then flees the room.
Hux shakes it off. Pours that second drink. He can’t help but smile at Ren’s cowardice. Such a paradox of a man–strong and weak and smart and dumb and clumsy and graceful and ugly and beautiful. Then Hux’s smile fades, and he’s left holding his empty glass, frowning at an empty bed.
(Listen my
pal I see your figure skater!Hux and raise you figure skater!Hux with ice hockey!Kylo)Ice ice babies AU!!
- Hux has
recently moved to the states, from England, on a scholarship to an Ivy League
college for his skating. He’s like the
poster boy for being perfect and pretty and everything everyone wants to be. He’s
a fucking bitch. To everyone. Has like two friends.
- Kylo attended college, also on a scholarship with
hockey. Majoring in traditional art. But he ended up dropping out because he
couldn’t stay focused. (Totally has a sick Vader sleeve tattoo like wtf
right??) His cousin Rey does figure skating. She’s good; small and petite but
confident. Kylo is big and dangerous and
probably killed somebody with the blade of his skate. His only friend is Rey
and maybe sometimes Poe.
- Hux is awfully flirty, almost a little slutty, towards
both figure skaters and hockey players, boys and girls alike. Kylo hates how
confident and sure of himself Hux is. Made to perform, to glide around the ice
and flaunt his beauty and grace.
- They make snide comments to one another, snippy and
bitchy and horrid. Kylo hardly thinks figure skating is a real sport and Hux
hardly thinks beating people to a pulp is either. “It mustn’t be hard to be liked if your whoring yourself out, I suppose,”
Kylo purrs one night as he glides past Hux. Hux just trips him up and Kylo ends
up face first in the ice, receiving a bloody nose. They end up fucking in the
locker room after that.
- They become… a thing. Just a lot of sleeping together
at first. After games and training. But then they laugh at each other’s jokes.
Kylo carries Hux’s duffle bags. Hux patches up Kylo’s wounds.
- Hux ends up moving off campus and in with Kylo. He
covers the expenses, tells Kylo not to worry about paying rent. Any way to
spend his father’s money. Kylo repays him with blowjobs most of the time. Hux
wears Kylo’s jerseys to bed. And that’s usually the only thing, maybe
occasionally socks but almost never any underwear. They’re too big for him,
always hanging off one shoulder. They lie in bed and talk about their dreams,
their futures on the ice.
- Their favourite place to fuck is on the kitchen counter,
in the mornings. Hux wearing one of Kylo’s unwashed jerseys, legs wrapped tight
around Kylo as he rocks into Hux lazily, pressing kisses into a freckled
shoulder. Afterwards, Hux will always make Kylo a continental English
breakfast, idly commenting on how they should visit his hometown. Kylo thinks
it would be nice.
- Kylo would never leave any hickeys before a performance
(but they’d always have good luck sex the night before). He loves watching Hux
practice. Absolutely mesmerised. Hux attended all of Kylo’s games, sporting war
paint and holding a sign with something obscene written on it. Sometimes Rey
and her roommate Finn and his boyfriend Poe would join him. If Kylo is sent off
the ice, Hux will wander down to the penalty box and stand near him, smiling
encouragingly. After the game, if Kylo was in a particularly foul mood, Hux
would let his lover fuck him until he can’t walk the next day. That’s when Kylo
would make him breakfast in bed.
- Kylo will never hesitate to beat the shit out of any of
the hockey players who hit on Hux, try to get with him, call him a whore. Hux
adores it, honestly. Sometimes, he’ll lead the boys on, with flirty winks and
inviting smiles. Drawing them close like a siren, making sure Kylo definitely
knows. And Kylo just intervenes. Completely livid, destroying whoever dare
touches his Hux. Hux delights in it. And they run off to go fuck somewhere,
claiming each other profoundly
- And things seem to be going fine, domestically. They (Hux)
pay the bills on time. They cook cute meals together and Hux always sits on
Kylo’s lap when they eat. They go to the rink each night to train. Getting all
too distracted by each other.
- But then… Hux feels like he’s getting too distracted.
He used to train three hours a night, usually more on weekends. Kylo fills up
most of his free time, they spend entire Sundays to themselves because neither
have classes/work. If Hux is honest with himself, he spends more time kissing
and fucking Kylo than he does training. And it’s not okay. Meanwhile, Kylo’s
terrible temper and violent ways are never going to get him anywhere. He won’t
be taken seriously. He’s too volatile. Too dangerous. He’ll sooner end up in
prison than competing professionally.
- They get into a terrible fight one night. They’re drunk
and angry and stressed. Hux accuses Kylo of holding him back. That he is
talented and already has potential career options but Kylo isn’t going to get
anywhere with the way he plays, that he’s going to be stuck working at his
dad’s shitty garage forever. Kylo expressly tells Hux that he doesn’t even want
to be with a prissy primadonna whore
anyway. They scream at one another, throwing half of their possessions around.
Kylo breaks three of Hux’s trophies. Since their apartment has been long since
been in Hux’s name and given that he pays all the rent, Kylo ends up storming
out, collecting a bag full of clothes and toiletries (that were scattered all
over the floor) and leaves for Rey’s house.
- Hux diverts his full attention back to figure skating.
He’s damn near perfect. But it isn’t the same.Bonus:
Rey – Kylo’s adopted cousin, cute little figure skater.
Will rek u up if necessary. Adopted father is a complete hippie (she kinda is
too). Works at her uncle’s garage w/ Kylo.Finn – Used to be on Phasma and Kylo’s team but they
were all so scary. He quit. But now works at the ice rink, a job Poe got for
him. Roommates with ReyPoe – Finn’s gorgeous bf. Works at the kiosk. Skates but
not professionally/for any sport. Flirts with Finn at work way too much. Kylo’s
one other friend reallyPhasma – Captain of the ice hockey team The Troopers. Ruthless but a v good
leader. Clashes with Kylo. Loves giving Hux shit. Will take none of your
excuses.Tina (Phasma’s tiny gf) – She is smol and mean. Does
both figure skating and hockey. The goalie of the team. Phasma is so gay for
her. (From England, like Hux, same scholarship as him and is one true friend)Snoke – creepy mentor. Likes to pretend he’s the coach.
Feeds Kylo’s violent ways. Hux thinks he’s a pervert. Probably is.(Part 2)
Out of absolutely nowhere I felt the URGE to draw for @thesunandoceanblue ‘s Hockey and Ice skating AU.
So I did.
dispatches from the dumpster 