#huxdami

[linguisticrat]

Okay, hear me out...

Trans Masc Huxley. HOLD UP! He started taking testosterone later in life, and his first couple of audios are reminiscent of that. Then, as his transition continues, you can hear his voice getting more stable and gruff-er.

This is basically just me justifying my headcannon of Damien as a heating pad, but it would be so cute🥰

Inspo comes from: @escapisttt

[soup-scope]

Huxley, Damien, and freelancer

[autisticempathydaemon]

Damien is an excellent dancer, in any style he tries honestly, but especially ballroom. His style of elemental control requires a lot of flexibility and timing, and being the son of a big-shot magistrate means he's had to attend more than one ballroom gala in his time.

Huxley is… less of an excellent dancer, built for power and speed rather than finesse. He can manage on the average dance floor, but a black-tie event as Damien’s plus-one is kind of a different story. He’s more used to tank tops and protective gear, marching bands and scoreboards, not windsor knots and loafers, not string quartets and crystal chandeliers.

But Damien adjusts his tie when it twisted askew, fixes his hair when he starts to sweat, puts his arms around Huxley’s shoulders and whispers “follow my lead.”

Damien reminds Huxley they can be anywhere, do anything, as long as they’re together, hand in hand.

[onesmallcentury]

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Hmm hello it’s been quite a while since the huxdami BA and I have in fact had some thoughts since. Shall I share? I haven’t been scrolling tbh so idk if this is relevant atm but that’s never stopped me lol.

A small 18+ snip under the cut...

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"You're warming up, babe. What're you thinkin' about?" Huxley asks, that infuriating hand dipping down the small of his back, fingertips tracing the waistband of his boxers where they peek above his jeans. 

Face down, shouts muffled by the pillows. The gigantic span of Huxley's hands eclipsing his waist as he fucks him hard from behind. 

Damien hums a noncommittal reply, shaking his head, hoping to dismiss the thoughts altogether lest he burn a person-sized hole through this sofa. But then Huxley scoots closer, and his arms are long enough to reach all the way around Damien's body, that hand creeping around to paw at the soft crease where his waist meets his stomach. 

His hands nearly wrap all the way around his thighs, they're so fucking big, strong enough to fold Damien's body in half and hold him there while he works hot, opened-mouth kisses against his stomach, trailing down, down. 

"Damien?" Huxley says now, his tone a little worried. A bead of sweat falls from Damien's neck, trickling down his spine. 

"Are any of your teammates telepaths?" Damien asks suddenly, and Huxley blinks at him for a second, an adorable furrow between his brows. 

"Uh, no? I don't think so," And the most frustrating part of this entire situation is that Huxley doesn't realize how his touches are affecting Damien. Huxley is affectionate by nature, and to him his gentle, exploratory hands probably seem completely innocent. 

Maybe they were completely innocent, and Damien was just a horny pervert.

'If you keep touching me under my shirt like that you're gonna give me a hard-on in front of all these people' 

The thought passes between them easily, and Huxley's eyes go wide once he hears it. His lip quivers for half a second before he bites it, and Damien knows he's trying to hold back laughter. 

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[linguisticrat]

When I get bored, I make lists. Thank my autism for this gift.

I introduce Damihux Headcannons and Scenarios that make life worth living

Damien is a boss at Mario Kart. We all know this. Huxley also games. These two have "friendly" competitions every once in a while. I can see Hux wrestling Damien for the controller just to try and stop him from winning whatever game they're playing.

They both still get some nightmares from the inversion and will give comfort accordingly

Huxley coming up behind Damien and hugging him while he cooks

THEY BOTH CANONICALLY WORK OUT TOGETHER!!! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS!!! Spotting each other. Sneaky glances while the other is doing a set. Also, Damien does cardio, Hux does strength training.

Damien kept the bear from the valentines audio, it's in their living room.

Them going to a pride parade and kissing in front of protesters

Hux has long hair. Idc what race he is, he has long hair. At least to his shoulders.

Damien detests oral piercings. That man has perfect teeth and does not plan to fuck that up

That's all I have for now. I have another page about headcannons of them as Dads. I might post that later.

[ejunkiet]

DUDE. The Hux/Damien fic. I want that first kiss. Whether it's Dami or Hux that makes the move, the other one totally surprised, I WANT IT! Pleasepleaseplease. But no pressure. But pleasepleaseplease. <3

>:3 I have been saving this ask so I can finish the huxley takes damien home to meet his moms fic, bless you @dominimoonbeam

redacted audios: huxley/damien, rated G for Goodness.

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A warm touch against his knee wakes him - and he jerks awake to find Huxley leaning in from the other side of the car, dark eyes wide as he lifts his hands into the air, fingers spread wide and open.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No- it’s okay. We’re here?”

Huxley’s expression breaks into a soft grin, crooked at the edges, his eyes creasing with it.

“Yeah. This is home.”

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bumpy air

It’s about a two hour drive to the small mountain town that Huxley and his family call home.

The drive is a pleasant one, for the most part, winding through seemingly endless forests of green - and it’s not as if they didn’t have trees in California: the redwoods were pretty fucking impressive, but something about this endless wilderness feels different.

It probably has a lot to do with how the trees are packed tight enough to block out the light, especially when they drive deeper in, and it’s under the flicker of these shadows that Damien falls asleep, lulled by the gentle murmur of conversation from the front.

A warm touch against his knee wakes him - and he jerks awake to find Huxley leaning in from the other side of the car, dark eyes wide as he lifts his hands into the air, fingers spread wide and open.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No- it’s okay. We’re here?”

Huxley’s expression breaks into a soft grin, crooked at the edges, his eyes creasing with it.

“Yeah. This is home.”

It’s - different than how Damien had imagined. Not in a bad way, not at all. Just, unexpected.

It fits into that charming little architectural style he’d seen in the towns on their way up with that rustic feel, low slung and sprawling, with an expansive set of gardens on either side. Damien sees the handcrafted wooden shutters, the charms hung around the door, and it slots neatly into place in the image he's starting to put together of Huxley’s moms, and the life Huxley lived growing up.

Still, it’s in the woods, the road leading up to the property long and winding and shadowed by trees, and that at least is exactly what Damien had imagined when Huxley had talked about home.

It’s green and vibrant and alive and Huxley looks as if he belongs here, with his hair unbound and curling around his jawline.

His mom is making her way up the winding drive, ‘to start some tea brewing, you boys need it’ as Huxley grabs the bags out of the back of the car.

He waves him off when Damien tries to help- “I’ve got it, really. Take a load off, get some hot liquid in you. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

read the rest on ao3

[ejunkiet]

i’m finally finishing the fic where huxley takes damien to meet his moms, and we get to experience their first kiss all over again ;u;

[ejunkiet]

Imperium cataclysm spoilers!

So. That little vignette is still on my mind omg. Damien utilising Huxley to create his own little contingent of vampires to rival Sam's.... power in numbers versus older blood?

As Damien is a schemer okay. He would take an inch and use it to his advantage. Seek out power, at whatever cost. Send Huxley out to become his own mass maker........... probably leaving him to get over the bloodlust by himself.... with the casualties that accompany that....