#lenina phasma

[miercolaes]

@chromium-siren , i've warned you the legend is true ... now you have been cursed with this interaction .

❝  i  have  a  preposition  for  you,  ❞        which  can  also  be  translated  to  wednesday  addams  being  up  to  no  good,        ❝  but  it  requires  taking  your  enchanted  necklace  off.  ❞

[recklessdarkness]

When people tell me Phasma is useless and has no damn importance in Star Wars

[general-hux-ask-blog]

(Lyric drabble) Make it nice, play it clean, jazzman... jazzman take my blues away - Jazzman, Carole King

(((OOC: This is a WW2 AU with some mentions of period typical homophobia, so everyone please read at your own discretion! This drabble has also been uploaded to my Gingerpilot drabble collection on AO3, found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14079366/chapters/32571330)))

Hux carefully removed his saxophone from its pristine case. It was just another show, another chance to make money from the world that had treated him poorly. It was 1943, the year of the second great war. He had lost everything that made him who he was to the cause back home. Once a prestigious soldier, fighting for the Royal Army back in England, Hux had been discharged for various reasons. His father, a high ranking officer, hated him, for one. He hadn’t thought Armitage was rather prepared to fight, but pushed him through the process of becoming a combat soldier, nonetheless. Just as his career was heightening, he was discovered to be homosexual. His father, furious with him, made it his business to have his son removed from the military altogether and cut off all contact. “To hell with him, then,” Armitage had thought as he boarded a ship the next day with his things, ready to leave his disgraced legacy behind.

Now he was here, at a practically run-down club in New Orleans playing the bloody saxophone for a bunch of drunk, loud ass Americans. However, playing meant no one bothered him. And as much as he liked to hate the dinky little club, it had its charm and the job paid him decently. Plus, no one here knew of him or his past. As soon as he began to play notes, the Americans would finally settle in. Every night when Armitage played, this sort of trance went over the patrons of the bar. They sat down, usually with glasses of bourbon in hand, and listened. Hux had an agreement with the club’s owner, never to play the dreary war songs that were becoming overdone at other clubs. Only jazz, which was loved by many and gave the club’s regulars a way to forget.

He began to play a popular song for the crowd, and Phasma, the singer for the club, began the lyrics. The patrons listened, but Hux noticed one handsome stranger in the back mouthing the words as well. He looked like an American fighter pilot, with a strong jaw and some stubble, dark curly hair that he wanted to run his fingers through… The stranger met his gaze, and Hux immediately looked back to his music. The man’s eyes stayed on him until he was done playing, and the crowd clapped. Hux realized he was blushing a bit, and took his backstage break early. He tried to take his mind off of the man, but something in his gut was telling him to go back out.

As Hux attempted to compose himself, fiddling with his hair and checking the condition of his saxophone reeds, he heard someone in the hallway whistling to the tune he’d just played. He had begun to pace while thinking of the stranger in the bar, but stopped when he heard the noise. The whistling got closer, along with some footsteps, until it was clear someone was right outside his door. Armitage’s heart thundered in his chest as a small piece of paper was slipped under the door. The footsteps started again, moving away from the door and back the way they came. When he thought it was safe, Hux went over to the note on the floor and picked it up to read it.

“You play well, come have a drink with me sometime.” A simple, yet clear message. Hux smiled to himself, endeared by the advancement. He had a feeling this was the start of something good and long overdue for him. Though doubts tugged at him, Hux pushed them away. After all…What did he have to lose?

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14079366/chapters/32571330)))

[generalarmitage-hux]

Darling, I'm looking forward to our wedding.

As am I, love. As am I… Speaking of our wedding, have you a dress picked out yet?

[kyluxtrashpit]

Drabble prompt: Hux is sick, so Kylo and Milly take care of him. Nice and fluffy please!

I will never be able to see Hux as anything but the worst sick person ever. It really is a good thing Kylo refuses to let him make himself worse (and Millie helps too). Anyways, thank you for the prompt and hopefully this hits the spot!

Words: 944, no warnings apply

Kylo returned to the bedroom, mug of soup in hand, to seethat Hux had, miraculously, put away his datapad after informing the crew hewould be off that day. It had all started with a sneeze, one that Hux hadignored but had been a warning to Kylo. Sure enough, two days later, Kylo hadwoken to Hux sitting on the edge of the bad, a wet, hacking cough shaking hisframe and a burning fever radiating off him.

It had then taken the better part of an hour to actuallyconvince Hux to stay in bed, but Kylo was determined. The last time Hux hadbeen sick, he’d ignored it to the point of passing out on the bridge due to ahigh fever and Kylo had decided then and there that he wouldn’t let it happenagain. Fortunately, Hux didn’t get sick too often, since he rarely left the shipand was thus mostly exposed to disease only when it made it onboard, but Kylo knew it would come eventually.Now that it had, Kylo was not going to let Hux do that to himself again. Just the thought ofnot enough rest turning Hux’s simple illness into something serious made hischest tighten with concern.

Kylo handed Hux the soup and then climbed into bed with him,careful not to disturb Millicent, who was curled up in Hux’s lap, purring away.He settled in as Hux took careful sips of the hot liquid. AsKylo watched him, it became even more obvious that he needed this; Hux was evenpaler than usual with deep, dark circles under his eyes. He looked sick.

“You’re awfully close to me for me being so contagious,” Huxpointed out, clearly still a bit bitter that the possibility of infecting thecrew was the one argument of Kylo’s he hadn’t been able to counter earlier.

Kylo just shrugged. “I never get sick.”

Hux hummed an acknowledgement but didn’t press. It was truethat Kylo rarely got sick, but he would deal with it if he did. It’d be worthit, he thought as he put the empty mug on the bedside table and then wrappedhis arms around Hux, pulling him in close without disturbing Millicent. Hux wasstill frowning, his body tense, but Kylo didn’t care how unhappy Hux was to benot working. He idly played with Hux’s hair, free and loose as it always was inthe mornings, hoping the warmth and rest would do Hux good.

It took longer than was really reasonable, but eventuallyHux relaxed, his resistance melting away under the warmth and soft touches, andhe was asleep moments later. Kylo smiled to himself, pleased with his success,and let himself doze as well. The heat of Hux’s fever, while a bit concerning,was certainly warm enough to make Kylo sleepy.

When Hux woke later, Kylo fetched him some tea as well assome medication and tissues, making a little pile of supplies on the bedsidetable. Hux had tried to protest, but quickly shut up once he had his tea, thebitter tarine he preferred. Kylo also fed Millicent who, despite her capriciousnature, only left Hux’s side to eat and then immediately returned to lying ontop of him. Kylo guessed she could sense his illness and was trying to helpin her own way.

When Hux reached for the datapad, though, Kylo used theForce to float it just out of reach, earning himself a scowl.

“I’m just checking,” he grumbled, voice still raw and raspy.

“You promised no work,” Kylo pointed out.

Hux’s scowl deepened. “If there’s an emergency, I will notremain in my bed while the Order burns down.”

Kylo very nearly rolled his eyes; and Hux said he was the dramatic one. “The Order willbe fine. Peavey knows what he’s doing and if there’s an emergency, I’ll handle it.”

Hux did roll his eyes. “Oh, how reassuring.”

Kylo ignored the sarcasm, instead grabbing the datapadhimself, carefully holding it out of reach of Hux’s grabbing hands, and put on aholo to play on the wall screen. He selected one from Hux’s documentary collection,one Hux liked but had seen a few times before, so he’d still be able to sleepif he wanted to. Once it was playing Kylo put the datapad back down, pushing it far away withthe Force.

He then pulled Hux into his chest again, even as Hux was hitwith another coughing fit. Hux went with only a slight struggle, eventuallysettling in when he realized there was no escape. They watched the holotogether for a time and, sure enough, it only took another half hour before Huxwas asleep again.

The rest of the day passed much the same, though Hux didcomplain progressively less as it went on. Kylo never left his side once andneither did Millicent, both seeming to work together to keep Hux in bed, warm,and comfortable. The time passed quickly, with on and off naps for them both,lots of soup and tea, and far more cuddling than Hux would ever admit to.

It had the desired effect, though. By the next morning, Hux’scough was significantly better and his fever all but gone. He returned to work,with Kylo’s grudging blessing, but eventually admitted that yes, the bedresthad helped and yes, the Order hadn’t completely burned down in a day. All inall, it had gone as planned, and Kylo now knew exactly how to handle Huxwhenever this came up in the future.

It was all perfect until two days later, Kylo sneezed.

[phasma-of-parnassos-blog]

*does a brujería ritual so you come back*

I sure do hope this works!

[pichudaily]

Can you doodle an Elgyem, please? Because the truth is out there

They seem to like miltank

[hux-galaxy-emperor]

Remember when Millicent was a baby?

I do fondly. She is still fairly young really but much larger than before. I think it annoys her sometimes when she now cannot fit in the tiniest of crevices.

[techiehux]

For my dear brother, Unfortunately, work has prevented me from presenting you with this gift, but I certainly hope you enjoy it. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Your brother, Armitage

Thank you, Armie! I’m going to learn how to play it and make you proud ❤️

[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 7:46PM]

[kyluxquickly]

All That Jazz (Kylux)

Kylo had warmed up his trumpet and got his sheet music together. Then, he started to play, music filling the practice room- and then he heard something wonderful. Someone was playing with him- an alto saxophone, to be exact. Kylo played a bit, stepping out of the practice room and looking around for the mystery musician.

He was in the room next door, ginger hair a mess, eyes closed with passion, spidery fingers dancing on the saxophone keys. He was gorgeous, Kylo thought. Who wouldn’t want to go on stage with him, ginger hair slicked back, wearing a tuxedo as he made the sax wail…

Kylo played the rest of the song, and the saxophonist responded with his phrase. The call and response went on for a while, until they finished the melody, locking eyes for the first time.

The door opened, and Kylo hesitantly walked in to face the redhead.

“Can I just say you play wonderfully?” Kylo asked, smiling sheepishly, letting the trumpet hang awkwardly.

“Thank you, you’re quite the talented musician yourself,” the redhead responded, holding the sax gently to prevent it from falling. “Armitage Hux, I play in a band and give lessons on the side,” he added, extending a hand.

“Kylo Ren, I also happen to play in a band- actually, I just got into one. You know that singer, Lennie Phasma?”

“Yes, I’m in her band.”

“That’s the band I got into!” Kylo said eagerly, a huge smile on his face. “I guess we’ll be seeing each other more often,” he said, a blush growing on his face.

“I like the sound of that,” Hux responded.

[cneofakind]

yes, she’s hanging from the ceiling. she wastes a moment just staring down at the other before finally offering an explanation.

       wiip bleepweewhrrp vwoowupwaa boopbee        << i am just making repairs. >>

                    [ &. @lenina-phasma | sc ]

[general-hux-ask-blog]

A smol jazzy Hux I attempted.

[generalarmitage-hux]

🎵Oh, sweet Armie...

I can’t get enough of your singing, love.

[phasma-of-parnassos-blog]

More self love: I sing so beautifully! -Phasma to herself 💋

Oh indeed, darling! I just love how I could hit those high notes so elegantly—perfection, darling—perfection!💙

[temptedbythelight]

"I've seen pictures of your uncle... he's ancient."

“Did we find Skywalker?” Kylo asked and placed his hand on the hilt of his saber. “Where is he?!”

[hux-galaxy-emperor]

Rumour has it that the general of the First Order is charming and handsome, with an adorable kitty...

I mean looks and charisma are objective, I do have a wonderful cat though.