“Thanks, babe,” Kylo mumbled, turning his head to blow the smoke away from Hux. His next exhale was long—a gray trail of tar and burnt leaf and the city air that dissipated much sooner than his anxiety did. “God, what if they don’t like my stuff? Or worse, if they think I’m just some kind of one-hit wonder, with no potential for any real future?” He leaned instinctively towards Hux, his hands shaking.
Hux didn’t remonstrate him. Instead, he plucked at Kylo’s scarf, rearranging it into artful disarray, tucking one end into Kylo’s coat. Kylo watched his hands, like their own form of hypnosis.
Finally, Hux reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind Kylo’s ear, beneath his hat. “They’re going to love you,” he said softly, tracing his thumb down Kylo’s cheek. “Because who wouldn’t?”
Two Years, Two Months, and Twenty-Eight Days
by @kyluxtrashcompactor and @nerdherderette
Thanks to the fabulous @mad1492 , who created yet another gorgeous piece of art for our fic!!! Chapter 5 is now up on AO3 <333
dispatches from the dumpster 