I had an idea for a reunion scene between Armitage Hux and Kylo Ren/Ben Solo. And I feel the need to share it with my fellow Kylux Lovers.
So let's say they both survived TRoS. Hux escapes and manages to flee to a planet with a decent population, maybe in the outer rim, a not as well-known planet. So he hides out there and makes a quiet life for himself.
Kylo survived the fight with Palpatine, but instead of going back with Rey to the resistance. He heads off on his own, avoiding the prison sentence the resistance is sure to give him. He starts going by Ben again and keeps moving, not staying in one place too long in case the resistance is still looking for him.
One day, Ben arrives on a planet in the outer rim. It's a quint town he's visiting, and he's in the market or maybe a tavern when he hears about the strange red-haired man who lives on the edge of town. Ben can't help but be reminded of Hux, his former lover as he overhears.
Curiosity gets the better of him, and he heads to the edge of town to see this red-haired man for himself. It starts to rain during his journey, and as he arrives, he sees the house is dark and there is no sign of a person.
Ben is disheartened that he believed a rumor and is about to leave when he hears someone approaching. He turns and sees a figure their hood up to protect from the rain. But when the figure sees Ben, he pauses and pulls down the hood, revealing the familiar face of Armitage Hux.
They both stare at each other in silence before running into each others arms, their both soaked from the rain. They hold each other tight as they marvel how they're both alive. Then they share a passionate kiss in the rain before heading inside to dry off and catch up.
I just really wanted them to kiss in the rain. And my brain turned it into this. Oops.
I have the feeling we are not giving our Ocs good enough reminders about the fact they were reincarnated. Like, I hope I am not the only one that adds scars and birthmarks as a sign for reincarnation.
Like my twisted wonderland Yuusona was reincarnated into 10 diffrent worlds and the only reason her face isn't littered in scars is because some deity felt bad for her. The rest of her body littarly rivals Sally from nightmare before Christmas and Frankenstein-
warnings: some descriptions of gore, use of strong language, implications of sex.
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all was quiet within diavolo’s castle, seeing as it was nearly midnight. barbatos had returned to his quarters after checking in on diavolo and completing his remaining chores. celeste had turned in for the night after completing some homework for RAD.
the only one left wide awake was the future demon king himself. the said male was seated inside his study, a quill in hand as he jotted down a few words onto the paper before him. the room was fairly well lit, a chandelier of candles hanging from the ceiling. the fireplace crackling ever so often provided him with a relaxing ambiance. with a hum, diavolo put the completed sheet on top of a stack of other papers.
glancing at the large clock mounted on the wall in front of him, he made sure to keep track of the time. when he had gotten home from RAD after attending a council meeting, he had gone straight for his paperwork, wanting to complete all of it before tomorrow. diavolo had yet to change out of his uniform, but that didn’t bother the male much.
giving a soft sigh, diavolo set down his quill, placing his chin in his hand as he read over the words of the document. his eyes flitted up to the wooden doors of his study as he heard the unmistakable sound of the doors opening. expecting barbatos, diavolo opened his mouth to call to him, but instead he was met with the sight of celeste. the aqua-haired girl looked rather pale, cold sweat on her forehead as she gently shut the door behind her. she shuffled in her spot, gripping the hem of her crimson red button-up night gown tightly.
“i had another nightmare...” she said in a small voice, sniffling as she lowered her head. diavolo blinked at her words, shutting his mouth he gave a soft hum. “i see.” he replied, lifting his head from the palm of his hand. “i can leave if im bothering you... im sure you have more important things to do...” celeste muttered, poking at the cloth of her gown. diavolo shook his head quickly, “you can stay,” he reassured the girl, “in fact, i was just about to take a break.”
celeste looked up at this, her dark-aqua eyes filled with a hopeful look. she began to take slow, attentive steps towards diavolo’s polished wooden desk. her bare feet padded against the cool marble floor, the girl stopped once she stood at his side. diavolo swiveled in his chair to face the girl. celeste now held her hands to her chest, looking down at diavolo with a pleading gaze. “may i..?” she questioned.
diavolo gave a small nod, a faint smile on his face as he watched celeste. the girl moved to seat herself in his lap, pressing herself up against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. after placing her head on his shoulder and shifting to get comfortable, diavolo turned to take a quick whiff of her hair. the hum that came from him sent a vibration through celeste’s body, leaving a warm, tingling sensation. diavolo slowly moved his arm to wrap around her waist, the other settling on the crown of her head and stroking it gently.
pulling his head away from her aqua hair, his golden eyes met with her dark-aqua ones. “do you want to talk about it..?” he questioned softly, gently threading his fingers through her locks. celeste pursed her lips, gulping before giving a small nod. “i... i dreamt about them again...” the girl began. “how i killed them, their flesh underneath my nails, their blood all over me...” celeste breathed out, her grip tightening on diavolo. she gave a soft whimper, moving to bury her face in the crook of his neck. “their fucking screams were the worst part...” the girl croaked.
diavolo gave an understanding nod, shutting his eyes for a moment. “celeste,” he murmured, “you understand that i would do anything to help you, yes..?” celeste slowly peeled her face away from his neck, looking up at the male as tears streamed down her face. she gave a meek nod, not trusting herself to speak in fear of breaking down then and there. “if you ever need my assistance,” removing his hand from her head, it went to the top button of her gown.
opening his eyes, diavolo looked at celeste for permission, the girl giving a small nod in approval. undoing the buttons until they reached the bottom of her black, lacy bra. sliding down the sleeve on her left arm, his eyes landed on the markings of the crimson pact that covered her upper back and crept over the edge of her shoulder. “im merely just a call away.” he muttered, lowering his head and pressing a ginger kiss to her skin. celeste watched him with wide eyes, her sleepiness completely gone.
diavolo pecked her shoulder again, leaving a trail of kisses from the pact mark, to her collarbone. celeste’s hand ran through his dark red hair, a faint smile on her face. “thank you diavolo... i mean it.” she muttered. “you mean a great deal to me, celeste,” the male told her, shifting to bring his face on level with hers. celeste gave a soft chuckle, “as do you, dia...” she breathed out, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his lips, her arms tightening around him to deepen the kiss. both relished in the moment, their noses brushing against each other. celeste slowly pulled away after a few moments, resting her forehead against his and loosening her grip on him.
“will you at least come to bed with me..?” celeste asked after a few moments of silence. diavolo chuckled, “i suppose just this once won’t hurt.” he replied, gazing into her eyes with a warm smile. “mmm... i command you to give me cuddles..!” celeste demanded, diavolo gave a soft laugh at her words. “using my pact against me are we?” he quipped, “if only you had behaved, i would’ve given you something more once we got in bed.”
celeste flushed at his words, pulling her face away from his and swatting at his shoulder as diavolo laughed at her yet again. “you can’t just say things like that dia!” she squeaked, shaking her head with a huff. “alright, alright.” diavolo chuckled, sliding his arm beneath her knees and securing the other around her body, he heaved her up bridal style as he stood from his chair. celeste squeaked in alarm, pressing herself close to his chest again. diavolo hummed contently, making his way out of his study and to his room.
Do you even know what food she likes? What movies make her cry? What her usual is when she orders at Starbucks??
I bet you don't. I bet you don't know how she bites her lips when she's deep in thought or how she gets all shy when asking for a favor or how fresh new bed sheets makes her all giddy and wants to snuggle.
But all of that is pointless.
Knowing all that bits about her is pointless.
Because she chose you.
She chose you over me.
She chose a boy.
When I could be every woman she could ever dream of.
wherein jihoon, the tattoo/ florist/ author, is a self-conscious prick. with a hallow percentage of self-esteem, confidence and other depressing shit. seungcheol, an artist, here is a handy friend and helps the boy grab new roots and shows him a better angle of him (mainly an angle of him bent on his art desk.)
Prompt: role reversal with Kara going all boss/assertive and Lena going "mark me down as scared and horny"
I took some liberties, regarding context. You can totally ignore the silly plot I whipped up XD Hope you enjoy!
Lena watched Supergirl pace between the door to the hall and the wall of glass that looked out on the balcony attached to her office. The hero’s hand was at her ear and she kept muttering incoherently. Lena was situated in the far corner of the office, the least visible part of the office, from the outside. She had been watching the hero in silence for nearly three hour.
So, to say her patience was running thin, was a bit of an understatement. She had long since abandoned standing, and then squatting, and had resigned to sitting on the floor. Finally, she rose. “Supergirl,” she groaned, feeling the tightness in her legs and back.
Supergirl turned wide eyes on her and halted jerkily. “What are you doing? Stay hidden.”
“I think you need to consider that we are alone in this fight,” she stated, crossing her arms as she stubbornly approached the tense woman.
“They are coming,” Supergirl rebuked. “We just need to keep you hidden until they make it.”
“I could go out there, draw the droids here, and then you can take the disruptor to Winn,” Lena suggested.
“Absolutely not,” Supergirl shook her head, her eyes still scanning the skies.
“We need to do something and you cannot fly me out of here without leading them out of the city,” Lena argued, “and it is just a matter of time before they realize humanity exists outside of the city limits.”
“I did not help the city evacuate and then bring you back into the hive to just let you give yourself up to them,” Supergirl declared.
“We have to do something,” Lena protested.
Supergirl turned on her, eyes fierce. “I said no.” She seemed to tower over Lena, fists tight and shoulders square. Lena’s breath caught in her chest. Lena took a step back, her heart hammering in her chest.
Lena had never experienced Supergirl like that before. She had always been reserved, even as she showed her strength. Lena felt her insides clench and a warmth bloom in her chest, unbidden. She shoved it down, forced herself to refocus.
Supergirl looked away. “I am not going to sacrifice anyone else.”
Lena felt a pang of guilt for the burden Supergirl wore on her shoulders. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Supergirl opened her mouth to respond, but then her eyes blew wide. “They’re here!” Her head turned upward. “Thank you, Rao.”
Lena sighed, relieved. She got to live another day.
A while back this little girl told me a basic plotline of a story: it was about twins separated at birth in a fantasy world, where one would grow up to be a princess and the other a farmgirl. However, as an evil power rose from the darkness and kidnapped the princess, men across the kingdom were called to join the army and fight or to help the scouts in search of the princess. The farmgirl, scared for her father’s safety, disguised herself as a man in order to join the scouts to search for the princess. She would embark on an adventure and eventually would save the princess and the kingdom but would be afraid to reveal her identity. Of course, the princess would eventually find out and the two would also find out about them being twins but the princess would be supportive of whatever decision the farmgirl would make: stay disguised as a man or reveal herself to be a woman, the princess promising to help her along the way. The little girl told me that the farmgirl would decide to stay a man as she felt more alive and comfortable and serve with the princess, which I thought was adorable in itself but it gets better.
I really wanted to know where she got this idea from, so when I asked her she said that she didn’t make it up but it was, in fact, the plot of a videogame her dad played. I really wanted to know what it was because I certainly had never heard of it so she showed me the case and do you know what it was?
It was The Legend of Zelda.
While the girl couldn’t have been more wrong about the plot(or many plots), I still thought it was amazing and deserved to be shared.
