#fundamentalparticle

[flynnpenton]

Once upon a time!

[cosleia]

Please may I have a kylux ficlet? “You need a sonic, a good meal and twelve hours sleep”.

(TLJ spoilers)

“Yes,” Armitage said with a smile, “yes, I rather suppose I do.” He leaned into Kylo, coming up against a wall of solid, dependable strength, and Kylo wrapped an arm gently and protectively around his shoulders. Kylo would take him to his chambers now, see to it that he undressed and bathed and ate and got into bed, and Kylo would join him there, and they would curl together, and Armitage would be warm and happy---he would be safe---

A violent jolt sent a rush of confusion through him. His eyes flew open; he was not on the Finalizer, he was on the Upsilon shuttle, they’d just broken atmo; he shifted and there was a sharp pain in his side, and he swallowed and his bruised throat throbbed, and when he raised his head he saw Supreme Leader watching him from the next seat with a cruel little smile; and Armitage was a fool for even dreaming, because he had never been safe in his life, and he would certainly never be safe with Kylo Ren.

[tokyotheglaive]

kylux - "I didn't mean it like that"

“You called me a baby,” Hux spat. He’d recoiled from their kiss so quickly he’d nearly hit the far wall. “You think of me as a child? You’re the spoiled brat, thinking you can get away with this--”

“It’s a term of endearment,” Kylo shot back. 

“A what?”

“A--” Kylo started, ready to fight before he noticed the confused look on Hux’s face. “A term of endearment? Something you call someone you care about.”

“You don’t just use their name?” Hux asked. He sounded so sincere, Kylo didn’t know how to respond. “Baby?”

“Forget it,” Kylo muttered. He wiped at his mouth, his desire to get as close as possible to Hux fading with each passing second. “It’s not important.”

“Kylo, wait just a--I don’t--” Hux cut himself off. He ran a hand violently through his hair, disrupting the gel and leaving bits of it sticking up in odd directions.

“Let’s start over,” Kylo offered. Hux scowled. “Just--come here.” Kylo reached out to cradle Hux’s face, and he leaned into the touch. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”

send me a sentence and I’ll write (approximately) five more!

[cosleia]

If you have time: Kylux canonverse and “In order to achieve, there must be motivation.”

Kylo opened his mouth to protest---he did have motivation, the strongest motivation he could imagine; he wanted to achieve his legacy, to be everything his grandfather was and more---but Supreme Leader spoke again, harsh voice echoing through the chamber like thunder: “Your motivation of late has been lacking, Kylo Ren. The Force has shown me that you need a stronger incentive.”

Supreme Leader raised his hand, and then Hux was no longer standing stiffly at attention at Kylo’s side but was instead spluttering, gasping, clawing at his throat as his body rose off the floor.

Kylo’s lightsaber was in his hand and ignited almost before he realized, and Hux was choking, face bright red, eyes furious, and Supreme Leader was laughing, in that way of his that was more a cough than anything else.

“This will be your motivation from now on, Kylo Ren; the knowledge that if you fail, your punishment will be the death of Armitage Hux,” Supreme Leader declared, and then he dropped his hand, and Hux fell to the floor in a heap, wheezing.

The universe collapsed around Kylo until it was as if he was going through a tunnel---Supreme Leader was at the end, Supreme Leader was all Kylo could see, and time slowed to a crawl, then to a singular point; his lightsaber was still in his hand, blazing, and then it was coming up in a violent slash, so, so slow yet brutally fast; everything went white---and when awareness returned, Kylo looked down, and there at his feet lay Supreme Leader’s severed head.

[cosleia]

What if Hux and Ren find a way to incapacitate Snoke long enough to tip him into the Pit of Carkoon?

“A thousand years, you say?” Armitage asked.

Kylo smiled. “Yes. ‘A new definition of pain and suffering,’ or so I was told.”

“Does the creature somehow extend the lives of those who don’t live that long?”

“You know, that’s a good question. I never asked. He’ll be slowly digested until he dies, in any case.”

“Fair enough.” Armitage gazed down into the sarlaac’s maw; a few tentacles had stirred at the sound of their approaching transport. “Shall we?”

“Together?” Kylo asked, and Armitage nodded. Their hands met on the control lever, and together they pulled it back. The floor of the cargo bay behind them yawned open; Supreme Leader Snoke’s unconscious form plummeted directly into the pit.

“I broke his legs,” Armitage said. “Just in case.”

“Good thinking,” Kylo said. “I broke his arms.”

Below them, the sarlaac let out a long, satisfied belch.

[cosleia]

Bombshell: "Is that real whalebone?"

“Yes, it is,” Mr. Hux said, sounding pleased. “This corset is an antique—the crown jewel of my collection.”

“It’s beautiful,” Ben said, wishing he could run his fingertips down the shimmering blue silk, but not daring to.

“It’s for very special occasions,” Mr. Hux said, “and in fact I haven’t yet had the opportunity to wear it.” Something in Mr. Hux’s voice made Ben turn away from the dress form and look at his face, and there Ben saw the same tremulously defiant expression he remembered from that first fateful day, the day everything had changed—and then Mr. Hux lifted his chin, locked eyes with Ben, and said, “It’s a wedding corset.”

[cosleia]

His Fertile Soil: "Is that a parsnip?"

The rabbit gazed up at Farmer McGregor, eyes wide and adoring, whiskers twitching with curiosity. He was being awfully good today, crouched on all fours and only wiggling a little.

McGregor offered him an indulgent smile. “Well, I don’t know, Bunny,” he drawled. “How ‘bout you give it a little nibble and find out?”

[cosleia]

Bombshell: "I never expected you to look so good in that."

“Oh?” Mr. Hux stepped forward until he was standing between Ben’s knees, the ambient heat of him electric against Ben’s thighs. “Did you expect me to look bad, Ben?”

Ben swallowed, eyes flicking down Mr. Hux’s body, over the pink bralette and panties and the sheer shift that draped over them, its embroidered edge stopping a good six inches above the thigh-high stockings and leaving Mr. Hux’s thighs beautifully bare.

“I thought you’d look good,” he finally managed to answer, dragging his eyes back to Mr. Hux’s face, “but you look fucking amazing.”