#kyluxfic

[symphonyofthieves]

✧⁠When our hands touch✧

✧Chapter 1

✧Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44787826

Cover by @kylorensl🖤🌟

[jiubilee]

halcyon + kylux?

“It was easier when we were younger.” 

Hux breathes into the darkness, his back turned towards Ren as they lay in Hux’s chambers. His fingers grip the sheets in a fierce way that resembles anger and resentment and there’s a small part of him that hopes Ren had fallen asleep before he could hear him.

No such luck though. “Was it?”

“Yes.” That much he is certain of.

“Why?”

The bed shifts and before he knows it, Hux can feel Ren’s warm breath caress his skin, making him shiver and want to draw into himself even more. Avoidance signals weakness but telling the truth would damn him even more.

“Because I could forgive you for this.”

There’s a pause, long and silent, punctuated only by the press of Ren’s lips to Hux’s skin, tasting the constellation of freckles speckled across his back as if he belongs among them. Hux feels his blood boil at the gesture, even more so when he realizes his heart is racing and that he’s pushing back into his warmth.

“Forgive me for what?”

Hux grits his teeth. “For making me love you.”

[jiubilee]

“I think I made a mistake.” + kylux??? (hurt me)

“I think I made a mistake.” Hux says, voice so quiet that it almost doesn’t even sound like him, at least not the man he prides himself to be.

The sheets are pooled around his waist, Ren is still laying on the bed beside him at a comfortable distance but if he were to reach out, he could easily place his hand on top of Hux’s. He doesn’t though, the ache in his chest rendering him immobile and incapable of anything else but listen to Hux’s words.

“We should have never done this.” It’s guilt mixed with anger and enough self loathing to drown a man’s heart.

“You don’t mean that.” Ren says with far more confidence than he thought possible.

The silence that follows speaks volumes more than anything Hux could ever say. 

Ren sits up beside him, pressing his lips against the constellation of freckles covering Hux’s shoulders and extending down his back. Hux’s breath hitches and Ren swears he hears it reverberate inside his lungs as he presses more lingering kisses to his skin. 

“What are you scared of, General?” It’s a mock insult meant to rally him up, to imbue him without enough confidence to voice his concerns, no matter how grave.

When Hux speaks again, he almost sounds terrified. “Loving you more than myself.”

[jiubilee]

sunday six

EACH SUNDAY, POST SIX OR SO SENTENCES FROM A WRITING PROJECT — PUBLISHED, SUBMITTED, IN PROGRESS, FOR YOUR CAT — WHATEVER.

“Let me guess, you don’t smoke?” Hux asks and there’s something akin to amusement in his tone and the way his lips quirk up into a half smile.

“I-no, not really.”

“Have you ever tried?” Ben shakes his head and it makes Hux smile wider as he steps closer to him.

“Do you want to?” He continues, pulling the cigarette from between his lips and flipping it so it faces him.

Ben looks skeptical but Hux is still smiling which is why he leans in and mirrors Hux’s motions, pulling the butt between his lips and taking a slow drag, all the while not daring to look away from him. The smoke feels like it burns his lungs and he’s suddenly finding it hard to breathe but that might have more to do with the way Hux is watching him than the cigarette that is still hanging from his mouth.

When he draws back and blows out the smoke, he stifles the urge to cough, especially once he realizes that his aim had been so awful that half the smoke ended up in Hux’s face.

“You’ve really never done this before.” Hux says and he sounds amused. “Come here, let me show you something.”

Ben steps forward as if they aren’t close enough, as if Ben can’t already smell the mixture of smoke and cologne that he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about. Before he can ask any more questions, Hux takes a long drag from the cigarette before placing his hand on the side of Ben’s neck and dragging him into a kiss, effectively filling his lungs with smoke once again. It’s entirely different this time because Hux’s lips are still pressed to his, a helpful distraction that dulls out the burning inside his lungs.

[kyluxshipper-blog]

Note #006

Damn, I’m not sure when this “Matt the radar technician” thing started, but now is way out of control. I mean, look at him. Is quite obvious that he’s Kylo Ren. And even when he’s uncovered is quite hard for him to make friends. Of course, if you’re talking about Kylo Ren all day and how he’s shredded... This is the 4th time he sat with us at lunch and I’m starting to get tired about it… Fn-21603: Hey, isn’t Matt a little bit weird? I mean, he’s talking about Kylo all day. Last time he told me Kylo had nice abs. And all I was thinking was “damn Matt, I don’t wanna know, just shut up!’ But then he gave me that look like he was going to kill me. It scared the shit out of me. Me: Yeah… He seems to be quite agressive but I think he’s lonely. Maybe he’s a little bit obsessed with Kylo but he is truly a nice guy. Just look at him, he understands the meaning of teamwork *facepalm* [Are this people blind? He IS Kylo Ren] Fn-21603: By the way, it looks like you two are friends. Did you know him before, FN-21549? Me: Well, what can I say? *Hux suddenly appears* Hux: *ejm* Aren’t you supposed to be training? What are you doing wasting your time? Both: Yes sir! Sorry! *about to leave* Hux: No *grabs my arm* I need to talk with you *fn-21603 leaves* Me: [Shit] What do you want, sir? Hux: *curious* Did I just hear that you are Matt the radar technician’s friend? Me: [*facepalm* ¿Really general? And I thought Hux was clever] Well, we are not like ” best friends" Hux: But you know him, am I right? Me: it’s not like I know him for that long… Hux: Doesn't matter. Listen, I need to ask you something.

—–CONTINUE—–

[jiubilee]

machiavellian + kylux is like a given okay

“I’ve never been able to understand you.” Hux confesses in a moment of unparalleled honesty.

He’s watching Ren from where they are currently facing each other on Hux’s bed. It’s an oddly intimate position for what is supposed to be nothing more than mutual satisfaction. 

At those words, Ren immediately draws back, pulling his hand away from where it had been resting on Hux’s waist. Resting wasn’t the right term though, not when it was more than obvious that it was the closest thing to holding each other that Ren would allow himself.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Which is the real you?” It’s a bold question but Hux doesn’t care, if he truly cared for any sort of boundaries he probably wouldn’t have allowed the other man into his bed in the first place. “This one or the one that wears the mask?”

Hux isn’t surprised by the bed suddenly shifting as Ren stands up, furiously searching for his clothing where they lay discarded on the floor. No answer comes though and it’s all Hux really needs. 

“Whatever you’re assuming, you assume wrong.” Hux’s voice is calm and collected but he makes no move to try and stop Ren from leaving because he knows that the sound of his voice alone is enough to at least halt him for a few moments. “As a matter of fact, I think I’m starting to like Ben Solo.”

[jiubilee]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“I worry about you.”

His fingers tighten around the blanket until his knuckles turn bone white. “That’s not your job.”

“Was it my job to find you almost dead with snow clinging to your wounds?”

literally only wrote this for @plinys cause I lover her so much