#C2SW Replies

[creepycreepyspacewizard]

I have renewed a Personal Tradition: now that Spotify Wrapped has dropped for ‘24 I am listening to all my saved Wrapped playlists I order from 2018 to current.

Do you have any Personal Music Traditions?

Ooooh that sounds like a cool tradition! I suspect my wrapped has been the same since 2020 though, I really should check that.

This time of year my tradition is to pause Muppet Christmas Carol where ‘The Love Is Gone’ should be, play it on YouTube, then restart the film again but apparently there’s now a full length edit on Disney+ at last!

[sinceyouaskedmeforataleof]

Okay, so I was at work today just listening indescrimately to random youtube artists doing covers of popular songs... and a lovely acoustic version of "Starving - Hailee Steinfeld , Grey (brandon cabrera acoustic cover)" came on and all I could think about was your lovely Fic Babe, I'm Here Again. <3

Holy wow that’s so perfect!! Oh my gods thank you so much!!

[crepeycrepeyspacewizard]

I want to hear about the fights Declan gets into with Mitaka’s army friends because angry and blind Techie ready to throw some hands is the best

“…frankly the situation in Germany is none of our concern, if they can’t pay then…”

Declan could feel his cane creaking in his fist as his fingers involuntarily tightened. If he were a younger or fitter man… if he were anyone but a Hux with a reputation to maintain… he’d punch that idiot square in the teeth.

He had been trying to drowned the Colonel out all night, but the man had that awful kind of voice that crawled inside Declan’s skull. What a vile, disgusting, heartless little coward. Probably never even stepped foot on a real battlefield and certainly had never gone hungry once in his worthless life. Why Dopheld tolerated his presence…

Matt’s large warm hand settled around his for an instant under the cover of handing him a cup of mulled wine.

It was almost enough to calm him down.

Of course Dopheld had to tolerate these men- his place in the Army still depended on it, just as Armitage needed to court the government if he was to keep his supply chains open. Everything was politics in the end. At least if they maintained their connections they still had a chance to influence things for the better.

“…if a few thousand die here and there, well, that’s one way to reduce the burden on their economy and increase our income!”

No. Too far. Damn the politics and damn the reputation, Declan was going to punch him.

For the length of a breath Matt’s fingers tightened on his elbow. At first Declan thought he was being restrained, but then he recognised the guiding touch for what it was- a slight adjustment to his trajectory.

The Colonel screamed when Declan ‘accidentally’ brought his cane down with enough force to break two toes.

Naturally that noise startled the younger Hux brother, who was of course only a poor blind veteran of the trenches. Declan’s nerves had never been the same after the shelling and the gas that had taken most of his vision. Yes, the noise startled him in such a way that his cane came up reflexively to connect with the Colonel’s chin and nose.

A wet crunch of a breaking nose and Declan stumbled back, the fresh cup of steaming hot mulled wine sadly cascading over the hapless officer’s crotch.

The scream turned into a sobbing wail that was coming from somewhere near the floor.

“Oh dear.” Declan said as sincerely as he could. It wasn’t very convincing, he was still working on that.

“Are you okay, Quentin?” Dopheld asked just before there was another cry of pain. “Oh sorry, did I step on your hand?”

Apparently Dopheld was working on it too.

[creepycreepyspacewizard]

Tagged by @lasthumaninwales thanks!

Last song: “Midnight Voyage” by The Mamas & The Papas (that’s according to Spotify, but in reality I’ve had “Ballad of Chasey Lain” stuck in my head for like two months now).

Fav colour: the weird visual effect you get when you put neon pink and aqua next to each other. Or purple, that’s also good.

Currently watching: just finished Ahsoka and Disenchantment. They were okay I guess. Will probably watch Loki next but I’ll need a run up. I miss enjoying things.

Last movie: Lost World: Jurassic Park 2. The kid wanted to watch the series for the first time. I’d forgotten how pretty Jeff Goldblum is, and how daft the movie got by the end.

Currently reading: I bought the Nimona comic book last month, I might actually read it.

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: yes please. 🍫🥐🌶️

Relationship Status: married eleven years this Halloween 🎃 together over 23 years though.

Current Obsessions: *stares into the distance* I can’t even remember what obsessions feel like anymore.

Last Google: “how to remove rust from UPVC” because I’m old and house repairs never end.

Currently working on: some illustration projects for a local charity, also painting some very grumpy orange ladies—

Tagging: @sinningsquire @sith-fedaykin @odekiisu and anyone else who fancies it.

[creepycreepyspacewizard]

The Secret Samol exchange reveal is in a couple of hours and I’m so nervous. First major illustration I’ve drawn in years, first foray into fandom in just as long, eep

[creepycreepyspacewizard]

Huxloween Day Nineteen: Trapped Souls

“Do you believe in the afterlife?” Kylo asked quietly.

He was slumped against the bulkhead at the very edge of Hux’ field of vision. Hux couldn’t see any wounds but he looked very pale despite the rosy glow of the fires crackling between the wall panels around him.

Hux sighed.  “Is this really the time for that kind of discussion?”

The beam resting across his legs shifted as he spoke, but he hardly felt it. He’d lost most of the sensation there a while ago. Whether numbness was preferable to pain at this point probably didn’t matter. Well, not for long anyway.

“Do you really think there’ll be a better time?”

“If the choice is between now or never, I’ll choose the latter.” He said after a moment’s thought.

Kylo tipped his head to glare at Hux with his one good eye. “Why are you always like this?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Hux sniffed. He knew he was being a prick but since they were about to die it hardly made a difference any more.

“Why do you never listen to me?”

“Ha!” Hux regretted the noise as soon as he made it. Pain shot through his broken ribs and lingered, making breathing that little bit harder than it had already been. When he next spoke it was more of a wheeze. “You don’t get to lecture me about listening.”

“Every time we die you act like an ass,” Kylo said. “Every damn time and it always makes it harder to find you again.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“It took me twenty four years to fuck up my life enough to find you this time because you threw a tantrum at the last minute, and even then you wouldn’t give me a chance. I refuse to go through that again.”

Clearly Kylo had finally snapped. Hux had suspected he was insane from the first moment he showed up in Snoke’s throne room, but clearly the stress of command had severed the last few threads of normalcy in that ridiculous head.

The ship groaned and wailed around them, the telltale sound of atmospheric seals finally giving out on the deck below.

“We’ve got about five minutes,” Kylo said. “If I don’t bleed out first. Please, listen to me this time. We can do this. We can get out. But I need you to listen.”

“In case you’ve gone blind- I’m pinned under-”

Kylo sounded anguished when he cut him off, like speaking was a huge effort.

“Not out of here. Out of the trap we’re in. We never remember what’s happening until we’re nearly dead. I usually go first. And you never fucking listen. So listen. Our souls are damned until we can redeem ourselves but it has to be both of us. We need to do things right this time.”

It was insane, but it was this or silence. “I’m listening.”

“When you’re four,” Kylo said in a voice that was barely more than a whisper. “You’re going to hear your father come into the kitchens looking for you. He’s going to be angry. You need to hide and you need to stay hidden.”

“How do you know about that? I’ve never told anyone…”

“You’ve told me. Lots of times. Please, Armitage, just… stay hidden.”

That was the last thing to Supreme Leader of the First Order ever said. Thirty seconds later the hull collapsed.

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“Where is he?!”

Brendol sounded angry, and his mother was sobbing too hard from fear to answer him. She was going to get hurt. Armitage had to do something.

“Get out here you little brat or you’ll both be dead when the Rebels get here!”

Armitage reached for the door of the cupboard he was hiding in, but as he touched the cold metal he heard another voice inside his head. “Stay hidden.”

He lowered his hand and held his breath.

In the kitchen outside he could hear Brendol throwing crockery around and tearing open doors, but he’d never think to look in here. People were always surprised that Armitage could fit into such a little space.

“Forget it then,” Brendol snapped with last frustrated kick at the cupboard. “I hope they kill you both slowly.”

Armitage had to cover his mouth to keep from crying out loud but he managed to stay quiet until the sound of starship engines overhead faded to nothingness.

His mother was okay, sitting in the ruins of the room that had been her home for so many years with a comforting hand on the bump that would soon be a brother or sister to him.

Three days later the Rebels came, but they didn’t bring death with them. They brought food, and medical supplies, and a woman with long dark braids and a bump just like his mothers. She said she needed a cook, and a friend, on her own planet and his mother happily volunteered.

Everyone said she was a princess, but to Armitage and his family she was just Leia.

Huxloween @huxloween

[creepycreepyspacewizard]

Huxloween Day 26: Cemetery

The sodden earth shifted and squelched beneath his boots, the endless rain robbing this moment of any of the solemnity it should have had.

But wasn’t that typical of Arkanis?

Even the few happy memories of his childhood were painted grey by the persistent clouds, his mother’s hair the only point of colour in that miserable landscape.

He remembered so clearly her cold arms wrapped limply around him in the rain before an officer tore him away from her body and threw him into the evacuation ship. The academy was gone now, torn down years ago. He had no idea where she’d taken her last breath.

But at least Kylo had found him this, this strangest of apology gifts- the site of his mother’s tomb.

The Supreme Leader kept pace at his side, his cloak long since waterlogged and trailing in the mud behind him like the wings of a bedraggled crow. He said nothing as he walked, and Armitage was thankful for that. This was not the time for words.

Ahead of them a death trooper pointed silently toward a tombstone, her shiny black armour a horrible contrast with the lichen covered stone.

The surname was the only clear writing now, the rest hidden by plant life, but the three letters made him feel sick to his stomach.

HUX

Who the hell had chosen to bury his mother under Brendol’s name? She wasn’t his wife. She had had a name of her own, even if Armitage couldn’t remember it anymore.

He knelt awkwardly, ignoring the cold that instantly spread into his bones, and began to pull away the moss and lichen. At least if he could know her first name. At least if he could remember her as something more than mother.

“What?” Kylo muttered behind him.

At first he didn’t see it, rain and tears obscuring his vision but finally he managed to focus enough to read-

HUXARMITAGE0ABY-4ABYBeloved Son

“What the-” Armitage staggered back, colliding with Kylo as sudden wave of fear took all the coordination from his limbs.

Kylo caught him, huge hands running over his arms and the Force wrapping around his chest as the Supreme Leader sought to prove to them both that he was real. Not dead. Not a ghost, or a Force projection, or a delusion.

“Hey!” A voice shouted in the way of a man who was very angry but also not used to drawing attention. “You stay away from there! Stop touching Armie’s grave!!”

Armitage turned and found himself face to face with… himself?

The man in front of him had long hair, an ugly tattoo across his forehead, and brilliant blue mechanical eyes- but otherwise he looked exactly like Armitage himself.

He opened his mouth to speak when a grey shape stepped up beside the newcomer and said in a familiar voice, “Techie? Who are these people?”

The red was gone from her hair, but he knew that voice. It had sung him lullabies every night for the first four years of his life.

“Mother?”

“Armie?! You’re alive?!”

His knees almost gave out as he stepped forward and dragged his mother into their first hug in over thirty years.

Her arms were cold from the rain, but that’s just how things are on Arkanis.  

Huxloween @huxloween

[creepycreepyspacewizard]

Huxloween Day Seventeen: Scared Cuddling

“Explain this to me again,” Matt said as he followed Techie further into the musty smelling ‘haunted’ house. “Because I really don’t understand it. We- meaning both of us- have to stay here for twelve hours…”

“And if we do we get $10,000,” Techie finished the sentence when Matt trailed off frowning again.

“I still don’t get it.”

“It’s hardly rocket science.”

“Rocket science I can do-”

Techie chuckled quietly. “I don’t think that’d be Armie’s assessment.”

“Well, he can kiss my ass,” Matt grumbled under his breath as he kicked at a pile of cobwebs and lace that had once been curtains. “Why would your brother and my brother want to give us $5,000 each?”

Techie poked the rotting sofa for a moment before deciding he’d rather stand than risk coming into contact with whatever the moist stickiness was on the cushions. Maybe there was a kitchen in here somewhere? Or a dining room? Somewhere with solid wood chairs that wouldn’t be squishy to the touch.

“As far as I can tell their plan is-” He raised his hand to count off on his fingers, then wiped it on his shorts in disgust. This house was foul. “Urgh. We’re supposed to get frightened in here and end up comforting each other. I think Kylo watched too many horror movies where scared cuddling leads to dating. And they really want us to get together.”

“But we’re alread- oh.” The light of understand finally dawned across Matt’s face. “Is this why you didn’t want me to tell Kylo we were dating?”

“Yeah, I overheard them planning all this back in, like, June and well, $10,000 is $10,000,” Techie smiled and pulled out the only chair left at the ruined dining table. “Oh no, there’s only one chair! Whatever will we do? I guess you’ll have to sit here and hold me so I don’t get scared.”

Matt grinned at him. “Do you think $10,000 is enough for a kickass wedding?”

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[creepycreepyspacewizard]

Huxloween Day 31: Things That Go Bump in the Night

Hux pulled the sheets up over his head and tried to get to sleep.

He always hated the first night sleeping in a new house. Eventually he’d get used to the sound of unfamiliar floorboards settling and the creak of the heating ducts as they cooled, but for now his imagination was running wild.

Was the tapping at the window a tree branch or something more sinister?

Had a door just opened downstairs or was it just a gate swinging in the wind outside?

There was a sound of rushing water for a second or two, but maybe the water heater just did that at this time of night?

A snap like an electrical socket being turned on could just be some automatic timer somewhere.

The rustle of fabric from the bathroom was surely just the curtains shifting in the breeze from the window he’d left ajar.

And the creak of the bedroom door was absolutely just his imagination.

So was the sound of bare feet padding across the floor.

The jolt of the bed frame was just a hypnic jerk and the muffled swearing was just an auditory hallucination and the mattress dipping was just an inner ear problem and the blankets moving was just a draft and A COLD ARM WRAPPED AROUND HIS MIDDLE!!

“Oh my god, stop screaming!!” Kylo bellowed over the not-at-all-girly-shrieks coming from Hux’ mouth.

The lights snapped on, leaving Hux blinking owlishly but silently up at his boyfriend.

“What the fuck?!”

“I uh… I might have forgotten we’d moved in together,” Hux mumbled.

“Wow, way to make a guy feel loved.”

Hux rolled over with a huff. “Well if you’d actually helped with the removal vans maybe I would have remembered you. I told you moving house on Halloween was a bad idea.”

Huxloween @huxloween

[creepycreepyspacewizard]

Huxloween- Day Nine: Endless Loop

“You know,” Kylo said as the credits rolled up the screen and Hux hunted for the remote. “That movie wouldn’t be nearly as scary now as it was back in the nineties.”

“I’ve never found Groundhog Day all that scary,” Hux replied. “I went to private school, and I’ve been in Army- I’ve done plenty of endless loops.”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t mean it’d be tedious, I mean- the world is smaller now, and with the internet you can get any information you want instantly. You could spent thousands of loops learning to fly a plane so you could go to the nearest airfield and fly anywhere.”

Hux yawned. “I’d take a thousand naps.”

“Exactly. Infinite waffles. And infinite recipes for infinite waffles.”

“You couldn’t make anything that took more than a day though, you couldn’t… I dunno brew beer or build a car…”

“No, but you could learn most of the skills with smaller individual tasks,” Kylo said. “Pretty much everything in life is practice. Learn an instrument, learn a language, learn...”

Hux interrupted thoughtfully, “Learning an instrument is as much muscle memory as anything else though. I wonder if that’d actually work. I bet some instruments would be easy and others much harder. I guess you could try everything and see what sticks- if you’ve got forever.”

“Forever,” Kylo repeated. “Exactly. Honestly I think the only thing that’s really bad about Groundhog Day is that Andie MacDowell doesn’t love him yet.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s true…” Hux said, then laughed. “That wouldn’t make any difference to us though, I mean, if we had to repeat the same day over and over.”

“Even if it was just one of us?” Kylo asked.

“I’m pretty sure that if you told me you were stuck in an infinite loop it wouldn’t even make the top ten weirdest statements of our marriage. Either I’m in the loop with you- and that’s infinite time spent with you- or I reset and never realise because I’m getting a normal day with you. As far as days with you can ever be normal.”

Kylo laughed and kissed him, easing the remote out of his fingers. “Okay then, in the name of making this day unusual- lets go to bed. I read about something on the internet that I really want to try.”

Hux grinned at him. Just like he always did.

Of course Hux was right- he always took the loops in stride, but here wasn’t much point mentioning it since he never remembered anyway. And besides, Kylo was getting really good at this next part so why waste time?

Huxloween @huxloween

[creepycreepyspacewizard]

Fic prompt if you’re up for it: mikylux kissing under the mistletoe—two of them smooching and someone else getting jealous maybe?

❄️Holiday Ficlets ❄️

Hux was busy. He was always busy. Even in his sleep he dreamed about being busy, and today was no exception. Tomorrow, he’d been informed by both his husbands, would be an exception, because tomorrow was Life Day.

There had been no fleet-wide holidays in the First Order, and the Empire had observed only Imperial anniversaries, but it seemed that the rest of the galaxy had continued with their own local traditions, as well as co-opting some from other cultures. There was nothing the general population liked more than an excuse for a party, so although it was primarily a Wookie celebration Life Day had become incredibly popular after Palpatine’s death.

Or so Kylo had told him.

Dopheld had nodded along, despite being born into the First Order and thus having even less experience than Hux with such things. He’d pointed out the benefits to galactic morale that a state sanctioned holiday would produce, and in the end Hux had agreed.

He probably wouldn’t have agreed if he’d known exactly how much effort this celebration would entail. Kylo had mentioned decorations, gifts and special food. He had not mentioned the palace being in uproar for three damn days before the event.

Hux was busy. He was trying to work. Unfortunately Kylo’s workspace was in his office while Dopheld’s was in the room next door, and whatever the hell they were working on required them to be walking in and out of that damn door every thirty seconds.

He was a military man. He could deal with noise, and bustle, and drama, what he could not deal with was the lascivious display every time those two met in the doorway. Which was almost every time they went through it.

There was no secret about their marriage, but this was far beyond what Hux would call an acceptable display of public affection. It had in fact reached the point that he suspected he was being goaded.

He’d be properly focused on his work only to be distracted by the click of Dopheld’s boots across the tiles, followed by a muffled giggle, a chuckle, and then the sight of Kylo dipping Dopheld back for an exceptionally thorough kiss before they went on their way. Less than a minute later it’d be Kylo’s lumbering steps that broke his concentration, more sounds of mirth, and Dopheld dragging their husband down to his level by his oversized ears. Then the cycle would start anew.

It felt like this thing had been going on for hours, and not once had either of them thought to bestow any such favours on Hux.

He sat at his desk entirely unkissed, feeling unproductive and unloved, and going absolutely out of his mind with envy. This was beyond unfair.

Kylo passed in front of his desk, again, Dopheld giggled, again, Kylo murmured someth-

CRACK

Both his husbands were staring at him. They were standing together in the damn doorway again, Kylo already bent at the waist so they were pressed cheek to cheek, but at least now they were both staring at him instead of kissing. Why was a mystery.

“Uh… did that datapad particularly offend you?” Dopheld asked with a worried look on his face.

Hux glanced down to find that he’d snapped the pad he’d been working on in half. When had he done that? How had he done that?

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Yes.” He snapped.

“No.” Kylo said in his usual smug ‘reading you with the Force’ tone.

“I’m fine.”

“Liar. You’re jealous.”

Hux glared at them both. “I’m not jealous, you’ve just made it quite clear that I am entirely surplus to requirements.”

“Armitage, no offence,” Dopheld said, “but what the frell are you talking about?”

“He wants a kiss.”

“Oh, well, you can’t get kissed unless you’re under the mistletoe.”

Hux followed the line of Dopheld’s pointing finger up to the bundle of green and white hanging from the doorframe, but it didn’t make things any clearer. All kinds of random objects had turned up around the palace over the last few days. There were several full-sized trees in the damn lobby. Did they have rules attached to them too?

Kylo shrugged. “It’s tradition.”

“Every time you meet under that object you have to kiss?” Hux asked. “That’s it? Nothing else?”

The other two shook their heads.

“Fine.”

They watched as he grabbed another datapad, walked over, kissed them both, and then settled in to lean against the doorframe.

“Very well,” he said, “you may now continue.”

Dopheld opened his mouth as if to say something, but after a moment he shook his head and went about his business. Business that now included kissing Hux as much as he actually deserved, at least when neither of their mouths were occupied with Kylo.

Hux could get used to this whole holiday concept.

[creepycreepyspacewizard]

Huxloween Day 30: Apocalypse

“It’s the end of the world as we know it!” Kylo sang tunelessly as the car raced through the moonlit streets. “It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fiiiiinee!!!”

“It’ll be the end of you first if you don’t shut up!!” Hux shouted, nervously gripping the dashboard as Kylo took the car into a drift. Half a dozen zombies disappeared under the wheels with a jolt that would have probably been a horrible noise if it weren’t for the music pounding from the speakers.

“Oh, have a sense of humour!!” With a maniacally laugh he threw the car into reverse.

“I’d really rather not! We both know I’m allergic to humour. And fun.”

Kylo shook his head, tongue sticking out between his teeth as he concentrated on getting every last one of the living dead shambling through the street around them.

“Liar. Come on! You have to enjoy the apocalypse!”

“No I don’t.”

“It’s all we’ve got left, dude, you’ve got to enjoy the ride, if this is the last thing we’re gonna do then why not enjoy it?”

“I subscribe to the multiverse theory, Kylo,” Hux said haughtily, “and I am comforted by the thought that in a million other universes other Huxes made better decisions that me and never ended up in this situation.”

“Fine, be that way!” Kylo snapped and turned back to the concentrating on the road.

Eighteen more zombies feel beneath the wheels, but the car couldn’t keep on taking that kind of impact forever. They turned a corner too fast, something snapped beneath the chassis, and Kylo lost control. The car rolled, flames roared outside the windows, and that was it.

Game over.

“That was the worst use of $15 in the entire history of both computer games and fairgrounds,” Hux sighed as he clambered out of the simulator ride. He stepped aside for an eager eleven year old dragging his dad behind him.

“Well I had fun,” Kylo grumbled. He was digging in his pockets, clearly looking for change for one more ride, or a fifth bag of cotton candy. “Do you really believe what you said in there? About other Huxes making other decisions?”

“Yep,” Hux said. He handed his pouting husband a ten dollar bill. “But I’m sure they all ended up with you. They were just smart enough to avoid the racing games.”

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[creepycreepyspacewizard]

Huxloween Day 22: Shared Nightmares

Kylo hears the dreams of everyone on the ship. It’s been a problem since he was old enough to realise that the adventures, horrors, and anxieties that woke him a dozen times a night were not his own.

As a younger man he fought to suppress or escape the nightmares that bled into his mind from the rest of his home. He’d watched Alderaan fall a million times, felt the Falcon disintegrate beneath his feet, fought his way through forests he’d never known with senses he didn’t possess.

The temple had been harder. The students had been all his own age and their fears were somehow more personal. More believable perhaps. Where before he’d lived through the nightmares of adults and all the unreality that entailed, in the temple everyone else’s dreams had been his own.

And in those dreams he was often the villain.

Everyone had feared his power. Even his uncle.

Snoke had shown him how justified that fear truly was and just how powerful he could be.

When he first arrived on the Finalizer he’d walked through the dreams of the crew with impunity. The rigid structure of the First Order created a uniformity of fears that was so much easier to deal with than anything he’d known in the Republic.

Every stormtrooper feared battle. Every low level officer feared their commander, and every high ranking officer feared the ambitious subordinate lurking in the shadows. The older crew had their war traumas, the younger ones their isolated exile.

And everywhere he went he was feared above everything else but Snoke. He’d learned to use that fear as fodder, a scaffold for his own anxieties. So much terror. So much frightened worship and uneasy adoration.

Except in one mind.

The first time he found himself in General Hux’ mind he’d felt as if he’d fallen into an icy lake.

Hux didn’t fear him. Hux saw him as an inconvenience. He dreamed of Kylo as if he was a fault in a machine that had been eradicated or bypassed, and nothing Kylo did in the waking world could fix that.

And then Hux first saw him without his mask.

Suddenly Kylo went from an object of contempt to something even more alien- a focus of desire. That terrified him in ways that flashbacks to long ago battles never could. To see himself placed in such a role- to be seduced, and used, and ensnared in a thousand lurid fantasies that he could never control- that was Kylo’s own true nightmare. Except that sometimes Hux was tender. Sometimes they simply danced, or kissed for hours, or simply laid in one another’s arms. Kylo hated it more than the fear. This weakness. This false affection.

Until the throne room. Until Snoke’s death and Hux’ forced subjugation.

That night the affection and desire were gone. Contempt came pouring back in, and Kylo was left with the realisation that the only person who’d ever considered him with anything but fear once again wanted him dead.

What might have been if he’d embraced the other dreams?

Every night after that Kylo fell into his own dreams, endlessly chasing a man that was just out of reach, and the feeling of affection that he knew he’d never experience again.

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[creepycreepyspacewizard]

Holiday ficlets: Hitaka snowball fight on Starkiller base.

“Thank you for agreeing to join me here,” General Hux said in formal tones that still made Dopheld shiver.

‘Here’ was Starkiller Base, more specifically the ‘gardens’ just outside the General’s office where they were talking a walk before dinner. Dinner in his private quarters. Alone.

Even after six months of dating Dopheld still got a thrill from that idea, and from the careful formality of rank that he knew Armitage only maintained to get his heart racing. Behaviour that played merry hell with his blood pressure on the bridge, but certainly made their private time all the more satisfying.

“Of course, Sir,” he replied with a smile.

His General rolled his eyes, just as he always did. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Armitage when we’re alone?”

Dopheld looked pointedly around at the dense cover of trees. He had no way of knowing if they were alone for sure.

“At least once more, Sir.”

Armitage sighed and strode towards a parapet topped with a thick white layer of what Dopheld understood to be snow. He’d done some research before they arrived but reading hadn’t prepared him for the real thing. Knowing the planet was this cold was different to experiencing it.

“I understand you were born in the fleet?” Armitage asked as he dipped one gloved finger into the stuff. Apparently it was soft because the digit sank in easily.

“Yes, two years after the evacuation.”

“Have you ever served on a planet? Any training?”

“No, Sir, my areas of expertise didn’t require it,” he said cautiously. He was being waved over to where the General was standing.

“Here, touch it, it’s quite safe,” Armitage offered with a smile that was slightly more predatory than was reassuring.

It was soft, and intensely cold though his gloves. As he pressed down the snow made oddly satisfying crunchy noises under his fingers. He could see the appeal.

“Fascinating stuff, this,” Armitage went on, “We didn’t have it on my planet, never quite got cold enough. But look, you can form it into shapes and it holds it’s structure for a while…”

Dopheld looked up to observe whatever Armitage was demonstrating, and shrieked as he suddenly received a face full of cold wet fluff. He shook his head and blinked to get his eyes clear just in time to see Armitage grabbing another handful of snow.

Well, two could play at that game, and Dopheld had taken one of his specialities in melee combat.

His first attempt disintegrated as soon as it left his hand, the second faired a little better, but the third caught Armitage a glancing blow on the shoulder just as another lump of snow hit his nape and slithered wetly down his collar.

That was unpleasant enough to motivate him so that soon he was striking his target more often than not, both of them ducking and weaving as they each sought out the best materials.

Most shocking and wonderful of all though was the laughter. He’d never heard Armitage laugh like this, an adorable nose crinkled snorting giggle that took all the sting from the frequent headshots.

Finally they both leapt for the same snow drift and thrown snow became a wrestling match that Dopheld won by virtue of shoving a handful of the cold powder up under Armitage’s dress uniform.

Armitage had the last work by dragging him into a kiss and then rolling them both over into a snowbank, but Dopheld knew for sure he’d won.

❄️Holiday Ficlets ❄️

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Huxloween Day 21: Autumn Bakery Treats

“Why does nowhere have pumpkin pie?” Kylo whined as he followed Hux through the narrow streets of some tiny Yorkshire town whose name he’d already forgotten.

Hux shrugged. “It’s not really a vegetable we eat over here. And our pies aren’t much like your pies.”

“I’m still in shock from that pie with a whole egg in it.”

“We should get you a stargazy pie,” Hux said with a grin Kylo knew not to trust.

“See that sounds nice but if I’ve learned anything about British food its that it’s never nice.”

“Hey!”

“Am I wrong?”

Hux stopped and held out his hand. “Come on, lets get you something sugary before you get completely unbearable.”

“That means I’m right.” Kylo muttered, but he let himself be pulled across the road towards a shop that that filling the damp air with the scent of warm cinnamon and ginger.

“Lots of people would happily eat a pie with whole fish heads staring out around the sides.” Hux said. “Not me, but I’m pretty sure someone would. Sheev would.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if your grandfather ate fish whole straight out of the fucking river.”

The woman behind the counter frowned at that and turned towards Hux with a look that clearly communicated an unwillingness to deal with Kylo.

“A loaf of the parkin and a bag of the bonfire toffee please,” Hux said. He pointed towards two dark brown products that didn’t seem all that appealing to Kylo. Hux seemed pleased with them though.

Once they were out on the street again Hux pocketed the ‘loaf’ and handed Kylo a piece of the toffee.

“Chew that really well,” Hux said as he popped a piece into his own mouth. “It’s my favourite.”

Kylo did as he was told. It tasted of molasses so dark it was more burnt that sweet. He tried to open his mouth to comment on that fact but…

My teeth are stuck! He thought loudly at Hux.

“Shit, I thought I was going to get some peace and quiet for a minute,” Hux sighed.

In light of this betrayal Kylo decide to opt for psychic screaming until the toffee melted.

Hux wouldn’t be getting any peace any time soon.

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Huxloween- Day Two: Makeup/Wigs

Hux strolled back into the apartment with a sneaky pumpkin spice latte and a bag of donuts he might be persuaded to share once Kylo woke up. He glanced at the clock- 8:20am. Hmmm four hours was a long time to resist those donuts.

Maybe he should wake Kylo up so they could have breakfast in bed. They were the donuts with the holes after all. Maybe Kylo would be interested in doing his donut wearing ‘trick’ again.

As he passed the hallway mirror he asked his reflection, “when did you become the kind of guy who thought his husband putting his cock through a donut was sexy? Where did it all go wrong?”

“Hux?” Kylo called from somewhere deeper into the apartment. Odd, it sounded like he was in the bathroom.

“What’s up?”

“I uh, I need you to bring me a bag of ice, the first aid kit, and your least judgemental facial expression.”

“What did you do??” Hux shouted, already heading towards the kitchen- he was confused but he wasn’t entirely heartless.

“Ice now please, recriminations later.”

He grabbed the items in question. Well, the first aid kit and the ice pack at least. Both of those objects were kept easily accessible because he knew Kylo very well at this point. A non-judgemental facial expression was not available, also because he knew Kylo very well.

As he kicked the bathroom door opened his nostrils were assaulted by a very chemical smell. Like someone had mixed together all the cleaning products under the sink and set them on fire.

A tap was running but Kylo was no where to be seen. 

Hux looked around again and realised the shower curtain had been pulled closed.

“Are you in the bath?”

A hand appeared, reaching out beseechingly. “Ice please. I’ve been sat here with the water running for the last twenty minutes.”

“Why?”

“Promise you won’t laugh.”

“I promise no such thing.” Hux replied. He placed the ice in Kylo’s hand, positioned the first aid kit on the bathmat and settled himself on the closed toilet lid. He took a sip of his coffee. “Ah, good. Now, tell me exactly what happened?”

Kylo sighed. The hand reappeared. After a moment a tube of burn cream floated out of the first aid kit into his hand. “You know how my theme for halloween this year is retro pumpkins?”

“I don’t listen when you talk about decor Kylo, you know that.”

“Well, since you won’t let me get that penis tattoo and the vagazzling gems are out because of what happened last year...”

“Oh gods,” Hux put his head his hands. “Is the stench in here the result of you trying to bleach your pubes orange so you could trim them to look like a pumpkin?”

“Maybe.”

“And you burnt yourself?”

“Yep.”

“Get a bathrobe on, I’ll drive you to the hospital. But you owe me a bottle of something strong for making me deal with this.” Hux drained his cup in one go. It was far too early in the morning. And it was only the 2nd of October. He’d never survive til Halloween.

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