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day 2: accidental aphrodisiac

[inchells]

Something about Hux designing all the FO stuff, this is my obvious conclusion

[mielereiko]

Oh, yesssss! Kylux .

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[mi-caw-ber]

Aster for devotion

Hux watched his fingers move over the different flowers in the bouquet. The ones he had just finished today were purple with a delicate yellow center: aster.

“These were the most important part of the piece,” Kylo said quietly. “I built everything else around them.”

“You liked the color?” asked Hux. “The shape?”

Kylo blinked up at him, his eyelashes damp from the water. “The meaning: devotion. If you got this tattoo, it meant you’d let me mark you. I wanted you to know what it meant to me.”

Hux, his heart light in his chest, said, “And what is that?”

“I’m devoted,” Kylo said, brushing the inked flower. “To you.”

Ok everybody, if you haven’t yet.. go read Aster for Devotion by @gefionne It’s soft, full of flowers and simply amazing.

[baddaddysolo]

@kyluxromanceweek

day 1 FIRST KISS 💕💕💕💕💕

it takes a while for the knives to come down and the tongues to come out

[solohux]

@kyluxromanceweek Day 2: Accidental Aphrodisiac

The fruit was never meant to be eaten.

It's native to a wild and barbaric planet in the Outer Rim, one that a group of young First Order cadets were dumped on and told to meet at the rendezvous point on the other side of the planet where the first one to reach it would graduate top of the class with highest honours, receiving personal congratulations and recognition from Commandant Brendol Hux himself.

With his father's disappointment constantly hanging over him like a dark cloud, Armitage knew he had to be the one to win but he was by far the smallest and weakest of the bunch. He knew he wouldn't be able to beat the others to the finishing post, but having witnessed a bear-like creature succumb to rabid behaviour after consuming the shining red apple, Armitage knew it would be terrible should the fruit find its way into the bellies of his competitions. He'd marched past their fallen, contorting bodies to the rendezvous point without looking back at them, failing to see it's true effect.

But Armitage had snuck one into his rucksack, wanting to keep it as a souvenir of his victory. For the last few years, it's taken pride of place in General Hux's chambers; a reminder of his ability to overcome the odds.

But now, as he enters his rooms in the hopes of finding his lover waiting for him, Hux is instead met with a gut-clenching sight. Kylo is writhing on the floor of his chambers, sweating and moaning, the specially-preserved fruit lying still a few feet away from him with three bite marks taken out of it.

"Damn it, Ren," Hux says, dropping to his knees beside his partner, setting his hands upon his trembling body to help calm him. "That fruit is poisonous!"

"N-not poison. Nngh, ahh, H-Hux," Kylo gasps, cheeks flushed red. "Need...I need--!"

Kylo scoots as close to Hux as he can manage before rutting against him, grinding his achingly hard cock against Hux's leg in an attempt to aleviate the pressure. Hux frowns, confused by Kylo's animalistic behaviour but recalls the way he'd watched his fellow cadets roll around with the same desperation.

"Fuck me," Kylo moans, arching his back, cantering his hips as though already being ploughed by an invisible cock. "Hux. I can't help it, it hurts all over, please. Fuck me hard. I know what I need!"

Hux looks over to the fruit, seeing a droplet of juice drip onto the floor, falling in the shape of a perfect heart before pooling like water on the tiled floor. It's not poison; it's an aphrodisiac, one that Kylo has accidentally ingested. The Knight moans, eyes wide and unblinking as he rolls over onto his front, driving his hips into the ground in such a feral manner that Hux thinks that all Kylo's sensuality is lost.

"It's going to be alright, Kylo," Hux says, shedding his greatcoat and shirt, running his hand down Kylo's back to his ass, slipping it underneath the hem of Kylo's pants to find the bare skin of his ass, sliding a finger in between the plump cheeks to find a wet and warm hole as though belonging to a bitch in heat; an affect of the fruit, Hux is sure. Kylo shrieks, clenching around Hux's finger and trying to back into it, forcing his hips back greedily.

"More," Kylo moans, drooling on the floor. "More, harder, harder--!"

"Shh, my whore," Hux whispers, enjoying every moment of this. "I'm going to take very good care of you."

[calicosjinx]

First Kiss 💋

Day 1 of @kyluxromanceweek prompts! I went with a high school Benarmie au! This is my first time writing Benarmie and I haven’t written in ages so be gentle 😭💕💕💕

It was only a few weeks ago when things started to... change for Armitage. Since the day he moved to this town he and Ben clashed. Arguments, challenges, competitions, harsh comments, criticism, fighting. Rivals. Enemies. Armitage hated Ben and made sure Ben and everyone else knew it. Not that Ben was any better.

Yet the two boys were drawn to each other like magnets. Always in one another’s sights. Always invading each other’s personal space. The turning point came when another student came along and began to pick on Armitage like it was an okay thing to do. Armitage decided to ignore the boy while he plotted vengeance. However Ben wasn’t so patient and handled the problem in his own way without Armitage even having to ask. He’d never actually seen someone get knocked out with one punch before but Ben changed that.

“Why would you do that?! Do you know how much trouble you’re getting yourself into you idiot?”

“You’re welcome, Armie.”

“Don’t call me that, you asshole! Now answer me. Why did you do that? YOU torture me everyday.”

Ben’s answer was simple and given with a smirk. “Only I can get away with torturing you, Hux. Just like only you can torment me. No one else.”

Soon the fighting between them wasn’t as explosive. Harsh comments became a little less biting and later more flirtatious if Armitage was reading Ben correctly. Glares of fiery hate turned to something hotter. Passionate. Smoldering at times and made Armitage’s heart race and stomach fill with butterflies. Physical contact in the forms of hard shoulder checks and fists became gentle unnecessary touches. Playful shoves and soft bumping of shoulders. Always so close and now he wants more. Armitage wants so much more of Ben.

He could do this. He practiced on his hand, a mirror, a pillow, and an imaginary version of the object of his affections for this very moment. The moment that Armitage Hux kisses Ben Solo. Plus it’s Valentine’s Day and there nothing wrong with a little romance.

Ben must feel the same way right? That smoldering look was in Ben’s eyes again as he watched Armitage leaning his shoulder against a locker. Long reddish gold eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly. Ben was still holding the handle of his own locker. He should’ve opened it by now but he can’t can he? Ben HAD to be feeling it too Armitage reasoned with himself. The crackling electricity between them. Why else would his lips be slightly parted and his ears begin to turn pink?

So right there in this empty hallway at Ben’s locker, Armitage went for it. He licked his lips once before leaning in. Full speed ahead eyes closed, heart pounding in his throat...

Only for Ben to finally open his locker just as quickly and smashed Armitage in the face with it. The sound of metal hitting skin echoed in the silent hallway just before the sound of Armitage’s body hitting the floor.

No. No this was definitely not the right moment.

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Now there they were. Sitting in the nurse’s office side by side. Shoulder to shoulder. Thigh to thigh. Armitage with an ice pack, bruised nose, a busted lip, and a black eye. Ben with hands on his lap fidgeting with his fingers. An incredibly guilty look on his face. He was chewing his lip damn near raw and Armitage sighed in defeat, embarrassment, and irritation. The nurse was calling Rae Sloane, Armitage’s emergency contact, to pick him up for school.

“For the last time it’s FINE, you idiot. It was my fault.” Even if Ben’s timing was totally bullshit.

“I know, I know I just. Fuck.” Ben sighed heavily and dropped his head into his hands, “This isn’t going how I planned.”

Armitage arched the brow of his good eye. “What?”

“I planned to... you know. It’s. It’s Valentine’s Day Hux and I planned to fucking. This is so stupid! I should’ve just- Look, Hux, again I’m sorry but it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I didn’t realize how close you was to the damn locker and I was going to. I was going to you know. Go through with my plan.“

Then they fell into silence. Ben again looking at his hands and Armitage’s headache growing stronger.

“Ben, am I going to be let in on this plan anytime before my ride to ER arrives?” Armitage asked flatly even though his heart was once again beating out of his chest the second Ben mentioned it was Valentine’s Day.

With a glare Ben jumped to his feet and walked around to the other side of the bed. “I guess not?”

“Shut up, Hux.” Ben grumbled from his crouched position.

Armitage twisted his body to follow Ben’s movements. Curious until Ben finally stood up straight. In one of his hands was a red rose tied with a black ribbon. In the other was a small stuffed fox that was dwarfed in comparison to Ben’s large hands. Ben quickly walked back around the bed and sat beside Armitage. Carefully taking the ice pack away and handing over the gifts to clearly shocked teenager. Again Ben’s ears were red.

“I planned to give you these gifts. Then ask you out tonight for a real date. I even asked to borrow my Dad’s car but...shit” Ben ran his fingers through his hair. A nervous habit. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Hux.”

With his eyes still on his gifts Armitage whispered softly, “Armie.”

“What?”

“The date will have to wait until I am feeling my best but.”

Armitage lifted his eyes which had gone softer making the green so much brighter. Slowly he began to smile ignoring the pain in his lip. “You can call me Armie now.”

Ben’s eyes widened. “Oh! Oh. Well then.” Then they softened. Making the gold speckles shine brighter within his gaze. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Armie.”

With that, Armitage leaned in again this time making perfect contact with Ben’s lips. The kiss chastised and slow at first. Slowly growing deeper even if they needed to keep an eye out for the nurse. And yes it hurt his busted lips like Hell but Armie didn’t care. He’d suffered a black eye, bruised nose, busted lip, and a possible concussion for this moment.

It was absolutely fucking worth it.

[thethespacecoyote]

Late as hell but I finished the Day Seven prompt for @kyluxromanceweek! I love the “exes rekindling their relationship thanks to a chance encounter” thing and I wanted to try it with this ship. 

There was a time Kylo believed in things like love at first sight and fate, when such superstitions would comfort him, but at present he looked upon such hopes with contempt. They meant nothing to him now, eliciting only anger.  

At least that’s what he believed, before he sees Hux for the first time in a year, sitting at the bar in the lobby of his hotel.

At first Kylo stops to stare, standing in the middle of the bar, wondering if he should just walk away and go up to his own room, forget he ever saw Hux and remembered what they were.

The sound of rain filters in from outside, thudding alongside his heart. It makes Kylo hesitate a moment too long, and just as his foot shifts to leave Hux turns by chance, eyes catching upon the other man standing frozen mere feet from where he sits.

Kylo expects anger, hatred, to continue from the last memory he has of his ex, but much to his surprise Hux only blinks at him placidly, lips parting open. The both of them stare for a long moment, grasping for the right words. Kylo rubs at his wrist, desperate now for a drink so despite his shock and lingering misgivings he takes the last couple steps to the bar at he points at the chair beside Hux.

“Seat taken?” Kylo cringes at himself, expecting rebuke. Hux tilts his head, expression now fallen back to unreadable, before he shrugs.

“I suppose not.”

Kylo orders a rum and coke as he sits down besides Hux, his stomach twisting into knots and heart beating wildly against his chest. He notes the already half-empty wineglass sitting in front of the other man, and wonders how long Hux’s been here, if he’s even staying at this hotel.

Maybe he’s waiting for somebody else.

Silence persists between them. Kylo can’t bring himself to look up at Hux yet, his eyes fallen to the lacquered surface of the bar, the reflection of the lights above as they dance on the myriad bottles of alcohol and hanging glasses. He watches Hux’s fingers twitch, rubbing the edge of a bar napkin, and notes the lack of any sort of ring on his left hand.

Kylo still has theirs. They sit on the mantle at home, closed up in the little boxes he bought them in, kept for sentiment.

Thankfully, Hux breaks the silence first, because the lump in Kylo’s throat is now impossible to dislodge without help from sound of his voice.

“Are you still…?”

“Kylo. Yes.”

Hux nods and sips his wine.

“Ah. I see.”

Kylo’s eyes flit to the man’s chest. There’s a pin on his lapel, a bronzed bar that reads A. Hux.

“I assume you’re here on business?”

“Of course.”

“Right. Far be it from me to think you’d do anything for pleasure.”

Hux snorts.

“I’m not so austere. You know that.”

Kylo does. He knows so much about Hux, still, little memories peppered around in his mind that rise unbidden when loneliness threatens to swallow him up. He knows Hux prefers his coffee black, with notes of cinnamon and clove, fresh from the press. He knows he’s a real pillow hog, always grasping them tightly to his chest. He knows his thighs are sensitive, that they tremble and twitch whenever someone traces the tender skin with their teeth.

He doesn’t know why their paths have crossed like this. It almost feels cruel, like a joke played on Kylo by the universe, to put him this close to Hux, make him confront the reality he tries to escape by dwelling on old memories.

But Hux isn’t so cold, so standoffish. He’s as brusque as he’s always been but there’s fondness buried in his stern face, a look Kylo hasn’t seen in some time, since long before they broke it off.

“I suppose I’m not so surprised you would pick such a dreary city. Dark, raining.” Hux shudders. “I could never. I don’t want to spend my days soaked to the bone. Stepping in puddles. ”

“That’s why you don’t go out in the rain wearing loafers. Remember?” Kylo smiles, resting his chin on his hand. “Did you finally get yourself a good pair of boots?”

A grin brims on Hux’s lips. “See for yourself.”

He turns in his chair, raising his leg partially, just so Kylo can see the slick black boots sticking out from underneath the hem of his dress pants. They look nice, expensive. Hux is doing well for himself.

“You look good,” Kylo says before he can stop himself. But Hux only preens at the compliment, rather than snubbing it.

“I know. Life has been kind to me lately.” He smirks, crossing his ankles. “You don’t look so bad yourself. Less like a drowned rat than I remember.”

Kylo laughs, resting his elbows against the counter as the bartender finally sets his drink in front of him. A torched lime skewered on a toothpick bridges the breadth of the glass, and he plucks it off and squeezes it into the drink before taking a sip. Hux keeps facing him, turned sideways in his chair with his near-empty wine glass in hand and an amused smile on his lips.

It shouldn’t be so easy, to fall into their old conversations. It shouldn’t feel as seamless as it does, and part of Kylo wishes badly it wouldn’t. He can feel himself faltering as he watches Hux, remembers, falls back into those tempting lips and cunning green eyes and hair like a shock of fire against his dark blue suit.

Hux too, seems looser as the night wears on, as the rain continues to pound outside. The number of guests in the bar ebb and flow before draining, leaving the both of them almost completely alone before long. As it grows later and later, as their chairs shift closer and closer and the tab grows larger, a question starts to build on Kylo’s lips, loosened with rum and the memories so kindled by their chance meeting.

“I—“ Kylo starts, reaching out to touch Hux for the first time in so long, his hand resting on his forearm, “—do you want to…come up to my room?”

Hux’s eyebrows raise slightly, more in surprise than disdain. This close Kylo can smell the tannins of wine in his breath, the slightly watery redness always lingering in the corners of his eyes. Hux’s run his hands through the hair at his temples too many times tonight, and its starting to come loose from his styling gel. Blush stains his cheeks and Kylo’s sure his must look the same, his feelings so bared after being denied for so long.

Hux’s swallows, lips trembling, and for a moment Kylo’s heart sinks because he’s expecting no and don’t and get out of here, Ren just like last time, but then Hux’s shoulders rise and his chin lifts like he’s about to make a speech or go bravely onto execution, and he finally says the word’s Kylo’s been waiting to hear.

“I do.”

Everything between the bar and Kylo’s hotel room then blurs, and before he realizes it he has Hux pressed against the beige walls besides his still-packed suitcase, with so many emotions rushing through him he thinks he might finally, after all this time, burn up into flames.

Kylo hopes there’s more than just alcohol anointing the feelings between them, that Hux too has looked back on their relationship with fondness, that maybe they could reclaim what’s been lost. At the very least Kylo can touch him once more, can rest his hands on the long-loved curve of Hux’s hips and press in close to touch their lips together.

Rivulets of rain run against the window, glistening and kept from the warmth of the room. Kylo smothers himself against Hux, prying open his lips as their chests rub together, sharing a heartbeat.

When Kylo finally breaks the kiss he pulls Hux away from the wall, dances with him towards the bed. He slides his hands up to Hux’s waist then around to his back, moving up to grasp at the smooth fabric of his suit. Kylo presses his nose beneath Hux’s jawline, tongue sweeping against the throb of his jugular. He can hear him try to talk, try to reason with his feelings, but Kylo nips, feeling the jump in his pulse, and then there’s only moaning in his ear, only Hux pleading for more, please, I’m sorry—

And as Kylo lays Hux out against the bed, pressing their lips together once more, he thinks he finally might believe in fate again.