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AU COMBINATIONS.
inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting
— Preschool Teacher x Alien
— Barista x Rockstar
— Werewolf x Office Worker
— Single Parent x Ghost
— Royalty x Medic
— Painter x Vampire
— Photographer x Flower Shop Employee
— Nurse x Baker
— Supermodel x Sculptor
— History Professor x Time Traveler
20 and 48
teacher au and fake dating au alrighty
lena is a luthor disappointment -- she skipped out on corporate life to become an elementary school teacher and she’s gay af etc etc etc. anyway. she posts on craigslist looking for a fake fiance to take to a fundraiser and further disappoint her family with and kara responds for shits and gigs, but they both end up having the best night ever with each other and both want it to sort of continue but neither is willing to make the first move. they go their separate ways and think that’s the end of it
until two weeks after the school year starts and little jamie sawyer-danvers is picked up by her aunt kara and she doesnt understand why her aunt and her teacher miss luthor are so weird around each other
64 and 66 Kylux Everything you touch is gold have a good day!!
64. Star Crossed Lovers & 66. It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies
The affair had had all the makings of a great tragic love story - two young men from rival factions; a chance encounter in a seedy spaceport; years of stolen moments in rented rooms. He’d planned to write a book about it one day - published under a false name of course, and with all the other players thinly veiled by pseudonyms of there own - but he’d never expected it to last. In fact Major Armitage Hux had rather hoped it wouldn’t. A tragic love story deserved a spectacular ending.
Unfortunately his partner in this story hadn’t gotten the memo on that. Not yet at least.
Ben Solo was an fascinating person with many great qualities. Thanks to the combined gifts of the Force, impressive muscles, a larger than average cock, and a near pathological need for approval, the sex was the best Hux had ever experienced. And... there were probably other interesting things about him too... Hux couldn’t remember them right now but surely he had other things in his favour...
The problem was that Ben was just too intense. He felt everything too much, while Armitage had probably only experienced three emotions in his lifetime and he’d come to the opinion that feelings were overrated.
When, after a satisfying long weekend of marathon sex in a rundown motel on a horrible desert planet, Ben had declared his love for Hux, Hux had expected his prepared speech to be effective.
All his speeches were effective, everyone in the First Order said so, and he’d years to perfect this speech. He’d even managed to generate some fake tears, though that might have been the result of 72 hours of being very thoroughly fucked.
He’d touched on all the major points necessary for a truly legendary tragic tale of star crossed lovers - Ben’s religious devotions, Armitage’s loyalty to the Order, Ben’s mother’s political position, their economic and social divides, the impossibility of the Resistance ever making peace with the First Order. It had been a masterwork. It wasn’t Ben who was the problem, but it was everything else in Ben’s life.
It should have worked. Ben should have cried inconsolably for a few hours, they’d have had one last spectacular fuck, and then they’d never see one another again. Instead Ben had stormed out. Which would have been enough, not quite as satisfying as the original idea but close. Sadly Hux wasn’t that lucky.
Now he was trapped in a stolen shuttle with Ben dressed in singed, blood stained robes claiming to have changed his name to Kylo and demanding to be taken to Armitage’s boss so he could defect, all in the name of making their starcrossed love a reality.
A love that Armitage didn’t share, but of course, since Ben had just singlehandedly destroyed an entire Jedi temple this probably wasn’t the best time to bring that up.
There’d be a time to talk about that later. Maybe a few decades from now...
AU Combinations
Ooo hoo hoo Kylux 10 and 85 🤣
10. Airport/Travel AU & 85. Innocent Physical Contact
Fuck Southern Railway. Fuck their tiny trains, and their shitty timetables, and fuck fucking Network Rail for even thinking of running construction work today. Just... fuck!
To say that Hux was stressed this morning would be to say that water is a little bit wet. The day had started off badly when he woke up still at his desk with his face stuck to his laptop keyboard. He’d then discovered that he didn’t have time to shower, there was no coffee left in the house, and the goddamn train was late.
The first two trains of the day had already been cancelled, just like every other day this week, which was why he’d been exhausted enough to pass out at his desk. He reported directly to Snoke, and Snoke couldn’t understand why Hux didn’t just live in London like he did, so Hux was very much in the shit for arriving late as often as he had.
He’d tried coming in earlier, but this was literally the earliest train available. One poxy little train for three trains worth of passengers. It wasn’t going to end well.
And as the icing on the cake he’d been stuck standing on the platform next to some obnoxious tourist with a huge backpack. They should be banned. Backpacks or tourists, he didn’t care which. Just so long as he didn’t keep getting whammed in the chest by something heavy and stupid he didn’t care.
The crowd erupted into grumbles. Finally, a train!
By some kind of miracle the train doors opened directly in front of him. The empty train.
Hux all but flung himself in and raced for the nearest table.
Oh blessed leg room!! He might even get the chance to work on his lapt... A huge rucksack bounced off his shoulder.
As a proper Brit, he of course said nothing.
He almost tutted, but glancing up at the wall of muscle that turned out to be the tourist Hux was glad he’d kept his mouth shut.
After far too much manoeuvring, and a lot of dodged straps on Hux’ part, the tourist had finally squeezed into his seat with the awful rucksack taking up most of the table in front of them.
It was awful- too bulky to go in the overhead racks and too tall to fit under the table. It smelled vaguely of sweat and Tiger Balm.
Hux barely noticed the smell though, because the man was wearing only a muscle shirt and therefore his bare arm was pressed very intimately against Hux’ own.
Usually Hux hated it when people got too close on trains. He was a thin man and able to fold into a relatively small amount of space when he had to, but this guy was built- there was no where else for him to go. His shoulders were massive, his biceps were definitely thicker than Hux’ thighs, and his pecs looked like small hillocks.
Every time someone else shuffled onto the train the tourist was pushed more firmly against Hux’ arm. It was worse than that though. He’d had his arms crossed when the man sat down, which meant the back of his fingers were right up against this guy’s pec.
Oh god, was that a nipple piercing?
He couldn’t move. That would draw attention to the situation. It might make the tourist uncomfortable.
It was just an hour on the train. He could survive the indignity.
The tourist yawned, which made his muscles flex.
Suddenly Hux was very, very glad he had his briefcase in his lap because that sensation part of his own anatomy flex in turn.
He was going to expire from discomfort of the situation.
The train was far too warm. As well as containing too many passengers, and the summer sun beating on the windows, the heating appeared to have been left on.
Hux could feel the sweat forming on his own brow- and everywhere that he was in contact with the tourist. A bead of sweat ran down the side of the man’s chest to pool against his fingers.
Part of him wanted to gag at the thought of some strangers sweat on his hand but some quiet treacherous little voice thought ‘mmm slippery’. He had to bite his lip to keep from giggling.
It really was far too fucking hot.
Hux looked up at the windows, but they weren’t the kind that opened. In lowering his gaze he caught sight of the stranger’s reflection.
Holy fuck he was pretty. All dark eyes and pouty lips and muscles. Hux very much had a type and that type was pressed up against him right now.
The tourist yawned again, and this time Hux involuntarily copied him.
It was too warm, and he was too tired.
His phone buzzed in his trouser pocket, far too close to his trouser situation for comfort -thank you very much eighteen months without a decent lay- but fortunately on the side away from the stranger. Fortunately because he didn’t need to move his hand to retrieve it.
[Dopheld]: Are Southern holding you hostage again? I had to sleep in the office last night but Snoke is on the warpath. Where are you?
Hux smirked to himself as he angled the phone away from the tourist and replied ‘I think I’m going to boil to death on this train, but at least I get to go out the way I always dreamed - under a beautiful mountain of muscle.’
He yawned again when he pressed send. Beside him the tourist yawned too.
He really was very, very tired. What a shame that he could never sleep on trains, because he could really do with a nap right now. He closed his eyes for a second only to jolt a little when the phone buzzed in his hand again.
[Dopheld]: Eww. TMI. What station are you at now?
Hux turned his face towards the window, wondering if he could work out the answer from landmarks instead of spending his data on google maps. Wow the sun was bright. He instinctively closed his eyes, then yawned again.
The stranger next to him was really warm.
Hux was very sleepy.
Go on, said his subconscious, you know you want to rest your cheek on that lovely muscly shoulder... go on...
Hux woke up an hour later with a crick in his neck to the announcement that the train was arriving at London Victoria station.
The seat beside him was empty, the tourist and his terrible bag gone from his life. For a second he panicked, paranoia half convinced that he’d been robbed in his sleep; but he still had his briefcase in his lap, his wallet in his pocket and his phone in his hands.
There was a text message on the lock screen-
[Dopheld]: OMFG!!!
Hux frowned at it. There wasn’t anything else beyond those four letters. He unlocked his phone as he made his way to the carriage doors, then almost dropped it when he saw the last message sent from his own phone-
“Your friend fell asleep on me. We’ve just gone through Hove station. Tell him he owes me dinner for drooling all over my ‘mountain of muscles’. Tell him I’m Kylo and he can call me on [number] to make up for it.”
The message was followed by a selfie. The tourist- Kylo apparently, though that might be an autocorrect fail- was grinning at the camera while Hux was asleep half on his shoulder, with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and the guy’s nipple piercing right fucking there.
How could he ever live this down?!
AU Combinations
Hey, would you write Hitaka 11 and 27? (Neighbour AU and sick/injury fic)
I know these AU Combinations were meant to be brief but here’s the first chapter of The Good Neighbour in which Dopheld Mitaka isn’t in any way obsessed with his hot neighbour but does happen to notice when he deviates from his usual routine.
i rlly like youre writing could i get a kylux 83+94?
83. Intimate Artistry & 94. Hair Brushing/Braiding
“I can’t believe you know how to do this.”
“And yet you asked me to do it.” Hux replied through gritted teeth.
Kylo’s statement had been said with such an air of incredulity that Hux almost wanted to stab him with two dozen hairpins all at once. He settled for just stabbing him with one.
“Ow!” At least Kylo had the good sense not to jump at the pain. What they were doing was far to important to him to fuck up now. Instead he muttered, “I didn’t exactly have an choice. And I guess the sculptures you’re submitting for the final art show weren’t that bad.”
Hux stabbed him with another pin at that, but he still tied off the braid with the same care he put into all of his work.
“My twin had long hair while we were growing up,” he explained while his fingers combed and separated the next few strands. “Sadly he also seemed incapable of showering on a regular schedule. I learned to braid his hair because that was better than dealing with our father’s reaction to the rat’s nest.”
He shrugged awkwardly. “It’s soothing. And the more complicated patterns can have some very interesting mathematical elements.”
“That’s the most Hux thing I think I’ve ever heard you say,” Kylo laughed.
The sound was muted on account of the corset he was currently wearing, but Hux thought it was nice to hear something other than screams of stress from his famously volatile fellow student. Perhaps the gentle contact with his scalp was all it had needed to tame the beast.
Moving on to the next braid Hux spent a little longer on the preparation.
Under his hands Kylo almost seemed to purr as he continued, “You should have taken a science course instead of fine arts. Mmmmm…. Wait a minute… I didn’t know you had a twin either!”
“And I didn’t know you’d changed your name, Kylo, so I guess we’re even…”
Hux worked on in silence, transforming Kylo’s hair from luscious mane to a complex crown of bead strewn elegance in far less time than his previous assistant had ever managed. Once the last strand was finally pinned into place he stepped back and considered his work.
This was Kylo’s final presentation piece- a multimedia experience combining costume, set pieces, fire and performance into something that would probably prove to be incredibly beautiful.
Three years of study would be over soon. They might never see each other again. Hux adjusted a strand of hair just for the sake of touching Kylo one more time.
“Is… is Kylo real? Or has he been a performance this whole time?” Hux asked quietly while his fingers brushed over the neat arrangement of braids all of their own accord. “Because I was wondering if I could take him out for a drink?”
AU Combinations
Mutual pining and accidental eavesdropping for kylux?
[CW: see tags for triggers]
“Look, Kylo… Sorry Mr Ren,” Dopheld corrected himself for the eighth time that morning- it was hard to treat your ex like your boss when he was acting like a love sick but very stupid puppy. “I’m running out of excuses to get you and Mr Hux in the same suite for conferences, you know he hates sharing and he knows the company can afford totally separate rooms because he’s the CFO. It’s literally his job. Please, I am begging you, just say something already!”
——
“I really don’t want to go to this conference ‘Pheld,” Hux grumbled.
“Because you have to share a suite?” Dopheld asked in what he hoped was a subtle bit of digging. He could just see Kylo’s distinctive shadow loitering on the other side of the glass wall of the office.
Hux frowned in confusion. Maybe that was too subtle?
“No, I don’t mind that, you know I don’t. The views not bad,” he added that part almost too quietly for anyone outside to hear. “It’s just… it’s a big anniversary this year, I don’t like being away from home.”
From the door slamming at the end of the corridor Kylo had definitely heard that part.
——-Kylo was a grown man and if he wanted to sulk on the balcony of his bedroom then he would. He fucking hated going to conferences- Hux was the only reason he bothered to go to these things and now he knew that Hux was married there really wasn’t any point any more. Who the hell managed to keep something like that secret for so long anyway?
On the other side of the divider Hux’ balcony door slide open, so Kylo sank a little further back into the shade. It was a bit weird that a shared suite would have dividers between the balconies but the architect had probably left them in for the aesthetic. Usually the pissed Kylo off because they blocked his view of Hux and his morning ritual of drinking coffee in his robe, but today it was a relief.
He heard the sound of a ringing phone. Hux must be calling someone, he always had his speakers turned up too high. Oh no. If it was their anniversary was he going to have to listen to Hux be all lovey-dovey with some mystery woman?
Well, his own balcony door was closed so he couldn’t sneak off without giving himself away.
“Hi! This Mara Jade, I’m afraid you just missed me so leave a message and I’ll call you right back!”
Kylo could almost swear that Hux made a weird noise that might have been a sob. Huh?
“Hi mom.” Oh. “I swear every time I hear that message I think you really will call me back. I can’t believe it’s been ten years already.” Oh. Oh no. “I bet your voicemail is really full by now. I’m at a conference again, with that hot guy Kylo again. I used to think he fancied me but now I think he’s just making me do these things to annoy me.” Hux laughed in a teary kind of way. “True love you’d say haha…”
Tropes 14 and 27, Kylux please!
14. Bodyguard AU & 27. Sick/Injured Fic [Whenever I see this I think of the Whitney Houston movie, but I’ll resist]
Hux is a partner in one of the largest engineering firms in Europe, Kylo is the CEO’s former bodyguard. Now that Mr Snoke has become a recluse he has no need for streetwise muscle, so Kylo has been left on retainer for a while.
One morning his leisurely post-workout breakfast is interrupted by a call from Hux’ personal assistant Dopheld. Hux is due to fly to Australia in a few hours and need Kylo to go with him as a bodyguard. This is odd on a number of counts- Hux has never had a bodyguard, has always insisted he doesn’t need one, and also Hux hates Kylo’s guts. Which is a shame because Kylo is a little bit obsessed with that uptight bastard and his perfect tiny butt.
It’s only when Kylo rocks up to the First Class lounge that he finds out why he’s been summoned for what looks like the worst job of his life. Hux broke his ankle over the weekend (“he won’t tell you why,” whispers Dopheld, “but he fell over his cat.”), the break was pinned, and Hux was given strong painkillers. Unfortunately he wasn’t told not to take his usual pre-flight tranquiliser.
Hux is high as a kite and it’s Kylo’s job to get him to Australia without incident.
Even in his worst nightmare’s Kylo didn’t expect ‘incident’ to include Hux trying to get naked more than once, climbing in his lap, confessing is love and then bribing an air hostess ten thousand dollars to have the pilot propose on his behalf. Snoke is going to kill him because Kylo was so surprised at the last part that he said ‘yes’.
AU Combinations
