Heey!! Happy to see you back! How have you been!? Oh I wanted to ask if you will continue catch it if you can? X)
Hi thank you!! I’ve been well! Oh goodness, it’s been so long since I’ve written GingerPilot and especially that series but it would be fun to dip my toes into the pool again. I’ll have to see what I can do~
omg hello! i didn’t follow you before, i haven’t been active on tumble for a while either so our paths must not have crossed, but still!! *waves aggressively* hello!!! uhhh for a req...i always love eighth year bregrudingly courteous roomates to something more drarry. or maybe draco meeting harry at madam malkins, but this time somethings changed to make him not act like a prat?
Hello! Thanks for the request! I love the 8th year roommate trope as well. I had a delicious one written for me for an LJ exchange years ago by birdsofshore (Lumos). I’ll start plotting something out~
Some post-war drarry where draco make amends with everyone and everyone forgives him gradually and getting together with Harry :)
Ooo thank you for the request/suggestion! This feels like it would lend better to a longer fic rather than a drabble/short fill but I’ll start brainstorming~
Er, so I recently was able to access my account again (still don’t know my password, oops) and realized it’s been nearly two years since I’ve posted on here and the same amount of time since I’ve written any fiction.
I don’t know if anyone is still active on this site or if anyone still follows me but I hope you have all been well. I’ve had this small inkling in the back of my mind to create something again but have no idea where to start.
Could anyone suggest prompt blogs (I’ll take requests too, though I don’t know if anyone follows me anymore or would have any haha) or other things like that to get my feet wet with a little writing again? It’s been ages~
Also, feel free to comment/send a message and say hi if you see this. My LJ is far from me now and I wonder how all my ‘old’ friends from HP/SW world are doing.
Hi lovely! I know you're busy with rl stuff but I wanted to let you know that I miss your writing and positive fandom presence and hope you're doing well <333
Hi friend! I haven’t been on tumblr in ages so I’m not sure how old this is but it’s so lovely to hear from you! (I was literally thinking about you the other day) I hope you’ve been doing well! You’re so kind to reach out xxx
I’ve been good--indeed have been focusing on RL stuff (work, my youtube channel--not quite RL stuff but keeps me busy,--and other non-fandom pursuits) but I so miss you and the community at large. I also super miss writing but feel so out of practice and wouldn’t even know how to dip my toes back in.
If you or anyone reading this can reccomend any good writing prompt communities (general prompts or Star Wars, Inception, Captive Prince, Thorki, ect) to flirt with the idea of writing drabbles or filling prompts I would be grateful!
So I’ve been doing some spring cleaning and want to get rid of/give away a lot of books. Normally one would donate to a local school, library or goodwill however some of these books are yaoi manga which are not really appropriate to donate to those places. I can’t really imagine just leaving it in my apartment lobby either for people to pick through. Does anyone have any recommendations of how/where to donate/give away these items?
If anyone reading this thinks they might want any of them I am happy to list the titles/take pics of the covers. If you are willing to pay for media mail shipping in the US (shouldn’t cost too much) I would gladly send them your way!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Ben Solo
Characters: Ben Solo, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Rey (Star Wars), Poe Dameron
Additional Tags: Red String of Fate, Fate & Destiny, Romance, Pining, First Meetings, Falling In Love, Love at First Sight, Meant To Be, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Soulmates
Summary:
Ben is haunted by the memory of a cruel red-headed boy from his youth. What follows years later are chance meetings, missed opportunities, and what Ben can only believe is fate.
Fill for this prompt: Kylux red string of fate modern au
Cross-posting this story from yesterday (or rather that I posted yesterday after filling some prompts this past week) with the proper AO3 link :]
Thanks for the prompt! I’ve never written/read this theme before so I hope I did it justice:
Strings of Fate
I.
Blurry masses of trees whizzed passed, a green smudge against the pale blue sky. Ben pressed his forehead against the window and felt the smooth glass cool his warmed skin. There was an odd stirring in his stomach, not quite car sickness, but something else--something rooted far deeper. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy visiting his Uncle Luke or that he wasn’t looking forward to meeting his new baby cousin, but there was a fierce clenching in his gut that warned him away. No, that wasn’t it--not away. Rather, he felt as if his insides were all twisted up, as if a thin but taut string was holding him together and pulling him along.
“Ben,” his mother announced as she put the car into park. “We’re here.”
He clicked off his seatbelt and stepped outside. Even the ground felt unsteady under his feet. Maybe he was getting sick; maybe it was entirely something else.
An hour later, Ben was getting restless. Uncle Luke and his mother were busy oohing and aahing at the pink wrinkled bundle called Rey and Ben still didn’t feel any better.
“Can I go to the park?” he asked, tugging on his mother’s sleeve.
She turned around and raised an eyebrow, taking in his flushed face. “Alright, but only to the one right out front. Don’t wander off from there.”
Ben nodded his agreement and rushed out the door. The burst of cool spring air was a balm to his heated skin. The relentless tug from before returned, stronger this time, and Ben nearly ran as he made his way towards the brand new playground in front of his uncle’s complex. He was halfway towards his favorite swing set when he stopped abruptly in his march.
Bright and vibrant, shining like a brand new penny, Ben’s eyes were drawn to the head of a reddish-blonde boy leaning against the slide. The sunlight reflecting off the metallic surface didn’t hold a candle to the dazzling shade of rusted-gold illuminated in the other boy’s strands of hair.
Ben’s feet moved of their own accord, like a moth to a flame, only coming to a halt when he was a nearly in front of the other boy. He must have looked quite a sight, eyes wide open and mouth slightly ajar. The fair-haired boy did not seem impressed.
“Can I help you with something?” He asked, mouth twisting into a scowl.
Ben dumbly shook his head but his lips parted all the same. “Your hair…”
“What about it?” the boy snapped, hands defensively smoothing the glowing locks.
Ben shrugged, a blush staining his cheeks. He toed nervously at a mound of loose pebbles. “It’s beautiful.”
The boy’s brow furrowed in confusion, but the look in his eyes softened ever so slightly. “I don’t appreciate being made fun of,” he replied stiffly.
“I’m not!” Ben protested earnestly. He took a timid step forward. “I--”
“Armie,” a woman’s voice rang across the playground. “Where did you go? Your father’s here to pick you up.”
“Armie?” Ben snorted, against his will. “Is that really your name?”
The blood drained from the other boy’s face. “Yes,” he hissed, anger filling his voice. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“No,” Ben chuckled, unable to control the laughter bubbling in his chest. “It’s just different, that’s all.”
The boy marched over, grabbing Ben’s shirt and yanking him closer. “I told you not to make fun of me,” he growled, fury glinting in his pale eyes.
“I wasn’t,” Ben insisted, a trickle of fear rising up his spine.
“Liar,” the boy spat, hastily letting go of Ben as he pushed him away.
Ben wobbled off balance and began to fall, his ankle smacking against the foot of the slide. He cried out in pain as he slammed into the ground, his knee landing right onto a jagged pile of gravel. Blood began to well up on his skin, slowly dripping down his leg. The other boy’s eyes widened, a flash of remorse forming on his face.
“Armie!” the woman’s voice returned. “Hurry up, your father hates to be left waiting!”
The boy’s head whipped around and, without a second glance back, he quickly rushed across the street and away from Ben.
True pain began to bloom in his injured knee. Ben’s vision swam as he watched the boy run away through a haze of unshed tears. He vowed to himself from that moment on to stay away from boys with shining copper hair. He hoped with all his heart to never meet that ill-tempered boy again.
II.
“And over here you can see First Order U’s library. Impressive, isn’t it?”
Ben rolled his eyes as the tour guide droned on about the first edition books the university's library held. Even his class advisor seemed a bit bored, stifling a yawn as he checked his watch every few minutes. Ben only signed up for this tour at his mother’s insistence. He had already picked out and applied to the art school of his dreams but his mother was adamant he should keep his options open. First Order University seemed a fine enough school, but it wasn’t really Ben’s style.
“Here is one of our open quads, perfect for studying out in nature,” the guide continued, arm waving enthusiastically at the open grassy field.
It seemed to Ben more students were laying out on blankets or playing frisbee than doing any actual studying. That was, except for one student.
Ben’s attention was quickly snatched away from the monotone tour guide and instead focused intently on a young man sitting on a bench beneath a tree. An intimidatingly large book was propped open over his lap and he chewed delicately at the tip of his pen as he studied it. What really caught Ben's eye, however, was the young man’s stunning hair. Gleaming in the sunlight, more copper than gold, the shining rays lit his vibrant strands to ethereal glowing. The shade was unique, alluring and oddly familiar. Ben felt a sharp twinge, a phantom pain of sorts shoot through his knee. He swiftly pushed the sensation aside.
A quick glance towards his advisor, tour guide and other students showed their attention was now fixed on the campus cafe in the other direction. Ben casually walked away, his pace increasing as he drew closer and closer to the young man.
“Mind if I join you?” Ben asked cheerily, gesturing to the empty spot on the bench beside the young man. He raised an eyebrow but nodded in agreement, returning his attention back to his book. Ben peered over the young man’s shoulder, eye catching on the header of his notebook.
Armitage Hux
“Armitage?” Ben muttered under his breath. Why did that sound familiar?
“Excuse me?” the young man icily asked.
Ben raised his hand in apology. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to be nosy. Is that your name?”
“No one calls me that,” the young man huffed in annoyance. “My name is Hux.”
“Hux,” Ben said with a smile, liking the way the word rolled off his tongue. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Ben.”
Hux sighed and placed his pen inside the book, partially closing the pages. He gave Ben an accessing look. “What are you, fifteen? Are you a professor’s kid or something?”
“No,” Ben bristled. “I’m a senior.” Hux raised a suspicious brow. “In high school,” Ben admitted, frowning at Hux’s answering smirk. “But I’m not some kid,” he muttered. “I’m eighteen.”
“Really?” Hux asked, a glint of interest entering his eyes. Ben’s pulse sped at the sight. “Eighteen you say?” He slowly looked Ben up and down, a considering expression across his face.
Ben swallowed roughly. “Yes, and I--”
“Ben!” Jordan, his classmate, rushed towards him and grabbed his arm. “You better come quick, Mr. Daniels isn't happy that you wandered off.”
“You best be going, Ben,” Hux chuckled with amusement. “You wouldn’t want to get detention, now would you?”
Ben scowled at him, not sure if he was angrier at Jordan, his advisor, or the gorgeous student--Hux--who had now returned his attention back to his book. Either way, it was a lost cause and he allowed himself to be pulled away and back towards the group, disappointment sinking into the pit of his stomach.
III.
The beer was cheap, and mostly flat, but Ben finished the last dregs of it before placing the empty glass back on the bar. He didn’t come here for the drinks anyway, and he doubted anyone else did either for that matter. Tonight, he was going to let loose and celebrate.
It had only taken several after-hour study groups but he finally passed his art history course. Now he only needed a few more credits and he would be ready to graduate for good. The music swelled and Ben let the beat course through his veins. The drinks might be weak and overpriced, but the music was always good and the crowd better. He made his way onto the dance floor, pushing past a sea of sweaty, writhing bodies.
Lights flashed from the ceiling, a collection of red, blues and pinks casting colorful shadows on the people below. He scanned the crowd, looking for a suitable partner to dance with, when he spotted a familiar sight. That particular shade of copper, the one he often dreamed about, now looking more of a rose-gold under the flickering lights, was right there, center of the room, body moving gracefully to the beat.
Ben’s feet moved quicker than his mind could process it, and he found himself right against the other man. Could it really be? Could this gorgeous stranger be the university student he chatted with those few years ago?
Ben’s hands went to the man’s hips, swaying in time with the music. The man’s piercing gaze settled on Ben, his eyes squinting as he took him in.
“Do I know you?” He asked, his voice faint over the pounding music. He didn’t seem perturbed by the stranger suddenly dancing against him, hips sliding together as his arms lightly draped over Ben’s shoulders. Then again, the patrons of his bar hardly ever cared about that sort of thing.
“Maybe,” Ben answered, leaning in to speak directly into the man’s ear. He felt the man shiver in return.
The song changed, the beat dropping lower and deeper. Ben moved with it, pressing closer and slotting a thigh between the other man’s legs. The pulsing music thudded in time with Ben’s hammering heart, his blood ran hot as the man moved with him. The man was slightly smaller than Ben, slender but with lithe muscles. Ben could just imagine how his body might feel beneath his own. He felt this thumbs press harder into the man’s hip bones, pulling him closer. Heat built between them, muggy air brushing against their sweat-slick skin.
Arousal pooled in Ben’s stomach and he leaned in again. “Come home with me,” he murmured, allowing his lips to brush against the man’s ear.
His studio apartment wasn’t far, just a few blocks away. It would take no time to get there, wouldn’t be long before he could undress the beautiful man before him, have him tangled in his sheets, panting his name, arching into his body.
The man’s pupils were blown wide, desire swimming in the pale green depths of his irises. Still, he reluctantly shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
Ben’s lower lip jutted out, and he found his lips pouting of their own volition. “Why?”
A broad arm wrapped around the man’s chest, pulling him away and off of Ben. “Here you go, darling,” the intruder said, handing the red-haired prince of Ben’s dreams a drink. “Hope you weren’t waiting too long.” He gave Ben a smarmy smile. “Thanks for keeping my boyfriend company while I got us some drinks. I can take over from here though.”
Ben’s beautiful stranger shrugged apologetically and allowed his boyfriend--Ben’s stomach turned at the word--to bring him closer as they began to dance and grind together. Ben backed away, knowing when to admit defeat when it stared him in the face. He half-heartedly searched for an other dance partner but soon gave up the chase. He could hardly see anyone else when the lights kept shining on that head of copper, and those elegant, pale limbs.
The man continued to dance with his boyfriend, their bodies entangled on the dance floor, but his gaze remained fixed on Ben. That bluish-green stare, the color of the ocean, drew Ben’s attention to him again and again like the sea at high tide.
It was only with great will and a heavy heart that Ben finally broke their connection and, utterly dejected, left the bar to go home.
IV.
Ben pulled nervously at his sleeve, hating the restrictive feeling of the crimson button up Rey insisted he wore tonight.
“Stop fidgeting,” she reprimanded, swatting his hand away from his wrist. “You look great.”
“I don’t see why I had to dress up,” Ben complained.
Rey sighed and gently knocked her shoulder against Ben’s arm. “A button up and a pair of clean jeans is hardly dressing up,” she chastised. “Oh!” She pointed excitedly towards the door. “Look, Poe and Rose are here. I’ll go bring them over.”
Ben watched her bound away with a small smile. Despite his complaints, he was glad his cousin was here to help calm his jittery nerves. This was the first art showing he’d ever had at a real gallery and he was grateful to have his family and friends here for support.
Patrons had been filtering in and out for the last hour and, while a few did stop to glance his at section of works, so far none had seemed interested in buying. He adjusted his collar one last time, ready to approach an older couple who was perusing his collection of prints, when he heard a familiar voice.
“Art’s not really my thing, Phas.”
“Oh come on,” a women replied. “You need more culture in your life.”
Ben quickly spun around to follow the voices. An alarmingly tall woman with platinum blonde hair stood next to…him.
It could hardly be anyone else; Ben knew that exact shade of golden-red hair by know, could paint the color in his sleep. He looked divine--stunning hair swept back, revealing his gorgeous eyes and pretty face. The collar of his crisp white button up peeking forth from the rich, blue sweater he wore over it. His charcoal slacks were perfectly tailored, showcasing the enticing lines of his thighs and curves of his calves.
Ben’s mouth went dry at the sight. The man’s tall friend wandered off, leaving him alone as he moved slowly from installation to installation. Ben could only stare as the man stopped in front of his biggest piece, an oil painting he’d named ‘Strings of Fate.’
Collecting his courage, Ben approached him.
“Do you like what you see?”
The man turned slowly, eyeing Ben carefully from head to toe. “Not too shabby,” he replied with a small smirk. Ben’s face flushed at the implication. The man smiled again and returned his attention to the painting. “It’s beautiful,” he admitted softly. “I’m not well versed in art but the use of color, the red, golds, and copper it looks like…”
“Sunlight?” Ben offered, his pulse racing.
The man nodded his head. “Yes, it’s hard to explain, but it feels, it feels familiar.” He turned his head to study Ben once more. “Sorry, do I know you from somewhere?”
Ben nodded, stepping closer, heart lodged painfully in his throat. “I think so.”
The man’s cheeks stained pink but he held his ground, face full of curiosity. His gaze flicked briefly down towards Ben’s lips before returning quickly to his eyes. Ben leaned forward, the incessant tugging in his chest stronger than ever.
“Ben!” Poe tacked him from the side, slinging a friendly arm over his shoulder. “Look at the turnout, it’s amazing. I always knew you had it in you.”
The man cleared his throat and stepped back. “Oh, are you the artist?” he asked Ben, his voice oddly strained.
“You bet,” Poe answered, arm still heavy over Ben’s shoulder. Ben tried to brush it off but Poe, as always, was a bit stronger. “Our Ben here is super talented.”
“Your Ben?” The man said slowly, a look of disappointment flashing across his face. “I need to find my friend, excuse me.” He gave a small, sad smile to them both before turning on his heel and rushing away.
“Poe!” Ben hissed, finally pushing his friend away. “What the hell!”
Poe’s face wrinkled in confusion. “What? Did I embarrass you?”
Ben shook his head and sighed. “No, but I think you chased that guy away, acting like you were my boyfriend or something.” Ben craned his neck but couldn’t seem to find the tell-tale flash of copper amongst the crowd.
“I was just being friendly”, Poe replied apologetically. “Sorry about that. I’ll go find him for you and explain.”
“Forget it,” Ben muttered, patting Poe on the shoulder in a reluctant act of forgiveness. He took a steadying breath and did his best to shrug off the feeling of bitter disappointment. “Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.”
V.
“Do you believe in soulmates?”
Rey paused mid-stir, teaspoon caught between her fingers as she arched a curious brow at Ben. “Soulmates?”
“Yeah.” Ben nodded, lifting his own steaming mug and peering into the swirling coffee. “Fate and all that, you know?”
“I suppose so,” she answered thoughtfully, resuming in adding a copious amount of sugar to her tea. “It’s sort of a romantic ideal but actually I do think people are placed in our paths for a purpose. Why do you ask?”
Ben took a sip from his cup, hissing in dismay as the hot liquid burned his tongue. He glared at the offending coffee and set it down. “You know that guy I’ve been looking for?”
“The mysterious red-headed stranger?” Rey relied with a sly grin. “Of course I know, you never shut up about him.”
“Oh, be quiet,” Ben muttered without any real heat. “It’s been months now and nothing. I can’t seem to find any info on him, not from locals at the bar, not from what I thought was his old university. I haven’t seen him again and...well I just think if fate really existed it would all be a bit easier.”
Rey frowned thoughtfully and played with a stray sugar packet. “I don’t know,” she began slowly. “I’m not sure you can dismiss the workings of the universe so easily. Why should it be easy? Nothing epic in life ever is.”
As if to answer her musings the sky opened up outside with a thundering roar and rain began to pour onto the pavement.
Ben parted ways with Rey, waving her off as she jumped onto the cross-town bus back towards her apartment. Luckily Ben’s own studio was only a block away from their usual cafe and he quickly ran down the street, jacket overhead as a makeshift umbrella. He was fumbling for his keys, ready to push past the gate when a loud crack of lightning startled him. The slick metal fell from his fingers, splashing into a puddle before skidding down the sidewalk.
With a small groan of dismay he bent down to grab them when an other hand reached out, grasping his keys out of reach. Ben felt a jolt as his fingers collided with the pale, slender ones in front of him. That familiar clenching in his gut tightened steadily as he raised his head and saw the man before him.
Shocked green eyes widened, lovely lips parted in surprise. Unruly damp hair, a deeper red when wet, fell carelessly over a most welcome face.
“Hello,” Ben said, heart racing and face breaking into a startled grin.
“It’s you,” the man replied, a similar astonished smile spreading across his lips.
“Ben,” Ben helpfully supplied. He belatedly realized that their hands were still touching. He reluctantly let go.
“Hux,” the man offered. The name buzzed in Ben’s head like the lyrics to a forgotten song suddenly remembered.
Ben toyed with his keys, the cold jagged edges scraping against his nervous hands. “It’s raining,” Ben stated, immediately wanting to smack himself for the stupid observation.
“So it is,” Hux replied, amusement lacing his voice. He titled his head to look up at the sky. Rivulets of water slid down his throat.
Ben watched a single drop glide down towards his collarbone. He swallowed roughly. “You should come inside,” he offered, gesturing towards his apartment.
Hux gave him a bemused look. “I hardly know you.”
Ben boldly took a step forward, heartened that Hux’s response wasn’t precise a no. “But you do,” he said quiet but firm in the space between them. “On campus, years ago. You were reading that ridiculously large book, studying intently until I interrupted you.”
“That was you?” Hux chuckled to himself. “Of course. Of course it was. You were such a gawky kid back then, you’ve certainly grown through the years,” he added appreciatively.
Ben allowed the slight about his teenage self to pass, if only for how Hux was looking at him now.
“And then years later, at that bar. You were gorgeous in the crowd, dancing freely, warm body against mine—“
“Until my boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—came and interrupted us,” Hux finished, recognition dawning on his face.
“And then at my art show—“
“I remember your art show.” Hux took a step forward.
“You ran off before I could ask you, before I could tell you…”
Ben leaned forward, letting the gentle movement of his lips complete his sentence. Hux pressed back into the chaste kiss, his mouth trembling against Ben’s.
“Will you come inside?” Ben asked again, brushing against Hux’s soft, willing lips.
“Yes.”
It didn’t take long after Ben recommend they both to remove their wet, rain-soaked clothes before the offered towels were cast aside and they were tumbling onto his bed.
Ben's hands sunk into those much desired golden-red locks, fingers tangled into the soft strands, pulling Hux closer and closer.
He could hardly get enough, even after his slick fingers slid inside Hux’s tight heat, even after he replaced those fingers with his stiff cock, even after he rocked inside, pressing into Hux as deep as he physically could get--still, he wanted more.
He wanted to bury himself inside, live in Hux’s blood, settle into his bones. The aching pull seemed reconciled, finally satisfied to be close to the object of his dreams at last. Ben watched the pleasure spill forth from Hux, his face twisted in ecstasy, and wondered if he, himself, could ever get enough of the perfect beauty beneath him.
The rain settled outside to a light drizzle, the gentle drops falling melodically against his windowsill. Grey light shone through the partially open curtain, casting faint shadows onto their tangled limbs.
Hux’s soft hair tickled Ben’s cheek as he moved closer, setting his head against Ben’s shoulder. His fingers lazily traced the raised scar along Ben’s knee cap.
“How did you get this?” Hux asked, sleepiness pervading his voice.
“It was a long time ago,” Ben replied. It was long ago, and yet Ben had never forgotten. “I was just a kid, visiting my uncle, when I met another child on the playground. I offended him somehow, something about his name, and he pushed me. Anyway, I wound up falling and cutting my knee. It wasn’t deep but pretty wide and it wound up leaving a scar.” Ben looked over and found Hux looking alert now, his eyes tense and brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Hux pinched the bridge of his nose as if he warding off a headache. “I mean it can’t be…”
“Tell me,” Ben urged.
“I just have this memory of when I was young, at my mom's new condo. There was this annoying kid who stared at me for ages and then went on to make fun of my name. I—I remember pushing him and he fell. I always felt a bit bad about that,” he admitted sheepishly. “But, there’s no way what was you.”
Ben sat up, eyes glowing with excitement. “Armie?”
“No,” Hux shook his head in stunned astonishment. “I don’t understand, it doesn’t make sense. There’s no way…”
“Why not?” Ben replied, pulse racing with this new discovery. His chest grew tight with emotion. "Don’t you believe in fate?”
“Hardly,” Hux scoffed. “This was all chance, purely strange coincidence.”
“That’s not true. I think there’s a reason we’ve been meeting again and again.” Ben bent down to nuzzle at Hux’s ear. “I think we were meant to be.”
“Ridiculous,” Hux mumbled, but still he leaned into the touch. “You don’t even know me.”
“But I do,” Ben promised. He reached forward to grasp Hux’s hand and intertwined their fingers, pressing kisses like promises unto his knuckles. “I do.”
Filling this prompt: character A fell on character B when the bus braked au. Can you do this with Kylo and Hux?? :D
Thank you @kelleyxmarie for the fun idea! Hope you enjoy this little drabble~
Falling for You
Hux was just having one of those days.
It started out innocently enough; alarm ringing at 7am, legs swinging off the bed, alert and ready for the day. Then he opened his eyes, took a step forward, and stubbed his toe on his bedpost. Hopping around his bedroom, cursing under his breath, he nearly tripped over his cat, resulting in an offended hiss and vicious clawing of his ankle.
Of course there was no hot water to soothe his throbbing toe and stinging skin, so Hux woefully accepted an icy cold shower. Such was the chaos to his dreadful morning that he managed to miss his usual bus and therefore was subjected to the 8am local, which was always crowded and full of loud, rambunctious students. Oh, how Hux detested living in a college town.
Thus was his current state; still-damp hair curling behind his ears, swollen toe aching in his shoe, crammed on a loud bus with an arm outstretched as he clung to the metal bar and held on for dear life. The driver must have been freshly hired as every stop nearly threw him to the floor.
Hux was certain his day couldn’t get much worse. The universe, however, was a cruel and bitter entity. Nearly missing the next stop, the driver screeched on his brakes and Hux’s tentative hold on the pole failed. He had a moment of panic as he flew towards the ground, arms shooting forward, ready to brace his likely painful fall, but instead of the horrifically sticky looking floor, he landed against a solid wall. Or at least what felt like a solid wall. As Hux caught his breath and gained his bearings, he discovered said wall was actually the broad chest of a stranger. Hell, was that an 8-pack he felt beneath a layer of flannel?
An apology caught in his throat, though he was pained to say sorry. Shouldn’t the terrible driver be the one apologizing? Hux wasn’t at fault for their horrific driving skills which resulted in his flying into the arms of a dark and handsome stranger.
A flush rose in his cheeks as that description sunk in. He realized with a start that he was still gripping the man’s bulky arms and quickly let go as if burned.
“Sorry,” Hux muttered, unable to hide the embarrassment in his voice.
The stranger smiled, plush lips parting to reveal slightly crooked teeth. Hux was incensed with himself to discover he found them oddly charming. “No need to apologize,” the man purred. “I rather enjoyed that.” Hux rolled his eyes even as his pulse spiked. He made to step away but the stranger only leaned in closer. “So, do you come here often?”
“Are you actually asking me that on a municipal morning bus?” Hux scoffed.
The man shrugged, dark eyes full of mirth. “I’m Ren.”
“Really, that’s your name?”
“One of them at least.” Ren slowly looked Hux up and down, his gaze thoughtful and slightly predatory. Hux willed himself not to blush. “Do I get the pleasure of learning your name?”
Hux straightened his spine, gaze moving from Ren’s intense face to stare out the window over the man’s broad shoulder. “I don’t usually give my name out to random strangers.”
Hux’s response seemed to only urge Ren on. In fact the other man looked delighted, his ludicrously full lips curving into a wide grin. “Well, I’m hardly a stranger. In fact, I basically just saved your life.”
Hux snorted. “I think you’re exaggerating a bit.”
“Is that so?” Ren raised a brow, eyes dancing playfully. “Don’t you think we were meant to meet today?”
Hux shook his head in feigned annoyance, though he couldn’t hide the smile blooming on his face. “I think this bus driver is horrendous and thus I just happened to trip and you were the one I fell onto. No need to make it any bigger than it is.”
Ren leaned forward again, moving his face so close his lips nearly brushed Hux’s ear as he whispered, “Oh, it’s big enough on it’s own. Trust me.”
Blood rushed to Hux’s face, his pulse hammering against his neck. His skin felt alight, a fire creeping across his body and pooling south towards--
“Well as much as it pains me to leave you, this is my stop,” Ren’s cheery voice thankfully interrupted Hux’s dangerous train of thoughts.
Hux felt an idiotic spark of disappointment but he quickly pushed it away. He opened his mouth for some cutting reply, but was shocked into silence when Ren reached over and squeezed his ass. He quickly pulled his hand away before Hux could properly react and, with a pointed smirk, hopped off the bus.
Stunned anger warred with a stirring of arousal, leaving Hux dizzy with a swirl of emotions. Face burning, he quickly glanced around but it appeared all the other riders were stuck in their own world and hadn’t noticed his and Ren’s exchange.
Hux was in such a state of shock that he nearly missed his own stop a few minutes later. It wasn’t until he exited the bus and made his way towards the lobby of his work that he felt the small slip of paper in his back pocket.
He stopped before the revolving doors, eyes widening in disbelief as he scanned the card in his hand.
Hux’s thumb brushed over the number, finding that he couldn’t resist the smile that spread across his face. What a ridiculous morning, he mused to himself, sliding the card back into his pocket.
That’s alright about the warnings, but thank you! I’m usually fine with everything you described, just wanted to check. The main thing that sometimes bothers me is if something dubconish happens to the two main characters, but anything in the past is alright! I’m super excited, I’ll definiteky be reading those books next!!! I can’t wait to join this fandom 😊 thank you so much!
Yay I am so happy I could help and so excited you will be reading the Captive Prince Series! You must tell me how you like it when you are all done. I look forward to squeeing together about it! :D
I really love your Drarry fics, and I’m super tempted by the both your Lamen fics and the way you always talk about the Captive Prince. I want to read the series (it sounds like a dream come true in a book), but I’m a bit sensitive and I’ve seen warnings for the content. I don’t mind violence or sex, but I’d be bothered if Damen was getting used by other nobles, not just Laurent, and vice versa. Would you recommend reading them? Are they pretty dark? Thank you <3 :)
Hello! Thank you so much–I’m delighted to hear you enjoy my Drarry fics!
I don’t find the books to be very dark, though there are certainly themes of dubious consent, specifically one minor character who appears in the first book and briefly in the second. I will say that Damen deals with some violence and some dubious sexual consent situations early on but generally only at the hands of Laurent. Some find it difficult to imagine how Lamen comes to be due to the nature of most of the events in book one but the journey is such a beautiful slow burn it’s really worth it.
That said, there are some things you might want to be warned about in regards to Laurent and his past but it would be a bit of a spoiler. If you want to know about those specific instances I would be happy to warn you about those in more detail. I think you would love the books, they are truly one of my favorites. Let me know if you want to learn more about those warnings. I’m happy to share whatever I can in order to persuade others to read this incredible series!
Art for @thorkibigbang, and @mugglelissa‘s fic, L'affaire Des Poisons!
King Thor is burdened enough with disputes at Asgard’s borders, inevitable war with Jotunheim, and a nasty affair of murder by poison in his very own court. To further flame the fire, his mind is constantly consumed with his growing feelings for his brother and the failing battle to fight his rising desire. He must unravel the threads of the sinister plot, but how can he when he is distracted by his aberrant yearning and—even worse—his fear that Loki may be the one behind it all?
A 17th Century French Nobility AU inspired by the historical event of the Affair of Poisons. Thor and Loki are based loosely on King Louis XIV, the Sun King, and his brother, Philippe I, Duke of Orleans. Much inspiration also taken from season two of the TV show Versailles.
Ahhh and look at the gorgeous art that wonderfully depicts the scene with Thor and Loki finding each other in the Hall of Mirrors late at night. So pretty~~
King Thor is burdened enough with disputes at Asgard’s borders, inevitable war with Jotunheim, and a nasty affair of murder by poison in his very own court. To further flame the fire, his mind is constantly consumed with his growing feelings for his brother and the failing battle to fight his rising desire. He must unravel the threads of the sinister plot, but how can he when he is distracted by his aberrant yearning and—even worse—his fear that Loki may be the one behind it all?
A 17th Century French Nobility AU inspired by the historical event of the Affair of Poisons. Thor and Loki are based loosely on King Louis XIV, the Sun King, and his brother, Philippe I, Duke of Orleans. Much inspiration also taken from season two of the TV show Versailles.
After months of planning and writing my @thorkibigbang fic is posted! I hope you all are able to check it out and give it a read. I created some mini mood-board/chapter separators for the story and @kingloptr made some really beautiful art that can be viewed further in the fic. Hope you all enjoy!
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