kiss prompt list 7 and 26 combined if I may ask for kylux, thank you:)
[ Kiss Prompts 7. To shut them up | 26. As an apology. ]
Hux isn’t there when he wakes.
Some helplessly romantic part of his soul thinks he should be. That Hux should be pacing the room to stay awake through the long vigil, or dozing in the chair beside his bed having finally succumbed to exhaustion. Isn’t that the holodrama trope? Isn’t that what lovers do?
Kylo wakes alone. Because Hux is a professional and he is the only commander within light years who is capable of keeping the First Order together after the disaster that was Starkiller. The fleet is reforming at his command but without Hux they’d been lost.
The droids have told Kylo all about that- the way Hux stormed straight to the bridge while his unconscious body was hauled into surgery. How any ship still capable of moving has been thrown into the pursuit of the Resistance and the terrible revenge Hux intends to inflict on them once he’s caught that.
Kylo understands. But he wakes alone with his soul in pieces and all he wants is for Hux to be waiting for him. Instead he waits six hours- alone in the darkened medbay stewing over the things Snoke has made him do- before Hux appears in the corridor outside.
As he talks to the medical droids Hux looks unchanged by their ordeal. He’s just as haughty as always, with his gloved hands clasped behind his back and his hair perfectly gelled. Looking at him now Kylo is sure no one would ever guess Hux had recently survived the destruction of a planet by the skin of his teeth.
It’s not fair.
Kylo hasn’t been able to look at his reflection yet but he can guess what he’ll see. He knows exactly what a lightsaber can do to human flesh, and he knows how much blood he lost to the bowcaster wound. He can still feel it on his skin, that horrible metallic residue that settled everywhere, sticking to the sweat from the infection he knows is brewing in soul if not in his blood.
It’s not fair that Hux still looks so perfect.
The droid leaves, Hux turns to look at Kylo for the first time since he dumped him here all those hours ago and something... breaks. It’s subtle, only someone who knew Hux as well as Kylo did would ever even notice the first little cracks in his facade, but like an avalanche it doesn’t take a lot to start the collapse.
It starts with the eyes. Hux always looks tired but as he steps into the room the shadows seem to darken and tears are gathering at an impossible rate. When the first one spills over his lashes its as if his whole expression follows- tight angry lips quiver and drop in unspeakable sorrow; his brows furrow with lines deeper than his age should permit; even his nose wrinkles against a restrained sob.
“You moron!” Hux shouts and the words hiccup around the emotions he’s apparently incapable of putting into words. “You absolutely bloody fuckwit! What the pfassk did you think you were doing?! YOU ALMOST DIED!! The fucking thermal oscillator was destroyed, you were shot, then you got yourself stabbed- repeated, and then you, what, fucking lay down in the snow to die?!”
“I didn’t choose to l…” Kylo begins but Hux isn’t listening, he probably can’t hear a single word over his own voice and isn’t that their whole relationship in a nutshell?
But the tears pouring down his face are overwhelming, and it’s almost like the salt water washes away the last of his composure, or maybe it was makeup because now Kylo can see just how terrible Hux really looks. His eyes are sunken into deep grey bruises, his skin is blotchy and he can’t seem to stop shaking.
“The planet was falling apart beneath my feet,” Hux goes on, “everything I’ve worked for for a decade gone up in literal smoke and you made me find your corpse in the snow, you selfish, rotten arsehole! How dare you make me think you were dead?!! How dare you make me think I’d lost the only thing that matters in this worthless pathetic galaxy…”
Kylo does know what to say to make this right. Every aspect of his life is in ruins, even this and he has no idea how to fix it.
So he does the only thing he can.
His wounds protest but he ignores the fresh blood trickling from half a dozen places as he sits up and grabs Hux’ face. The salt tears sting against the cuts on his fingers and the slash across his cheek burns as more droplets fall when he pulls Hux forward into a kiss.
He can’t say it with words but he can say it with this and every brush of their lips is another phrase - I’m sorry, I’m alive, I was wrong, I love you.
Kylo doesn’t know for sure if Hux accepts the apology, but he kisses back and for now that’ll have to be good enough.
Kylo appreciates music. It isn’t just that he enjoys it, or he was once rather pretentious about it, or that he’d been in a band until the incident that led him to meet Hux. It’s all of that but its also a genuine thankfulness.
When he’s happy and they’re on some long straight road through towns they won’t remember, he can crank the rock and feed the happiness. When they’re driving in shifts and Hux is sleeping the music keeps him company. When his fear and doubt and pain get too much he can howl at the moon with a dozen musicians that know something of how he feels.
Not that he has to resort to the last one much any more.
Kylo loves music. But these days hes learned to appreciate the weird semi-silence of a motel room. The sounds of distant TVs, hook-ups in nearby rooms, the hum of the AC, the random clatter of the ice machine. It’s all an underlying soundtrack the music that calms him best of all.
Slow even breathing of deep sleep. The occasional groan as aching joints relax after days on the road. The far-too-cute-for-an-former-soldier snuffles when Hux turns in his dreams and burrows close to Kylo’s side. The contented sigh, the hum of pleasure at waking warm and tranquil, the murmured ‘are you awake?’
Probably the threesome with the space fascist, the self-destructive patricidal space wizard and the background fodder character whose name is never actually said in canon
We Are Number One: If you were a fictional character, would you be a villain?
Let’s be real. I’d either be the daughter of a turnip farmer OR I would BE the turnip farmer who reads too many novels and is frankly rather weird and never has anything to do with heroes or villains beyond being a vague lumpy shape in the background scenery when they enter town
D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [Foreword]?
The whole Modern Emperors series has a Spotify playlist here
G: Care to share a favourite crack fic?
By me? What A Thing To Misplace By someone else? The first thing that came to mind was the butt spelunking fic with tiny Hux- Lilliputian
O: How do you begin a story--with the plot, or the characters?
I usually have an entire plot appear in outline form in my brain with the main characters in place and then I flesh it out from there. I rarely have a plot where the characters could be entirely interchangeable.
Oh man, there was a time I would have loved to get that done, but I already have too many teeth so an extra potential problem in my mouth probably wouldn’t be a good idea.
53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?
Socially, yes, I’ve ended up with a lot of friends across demographics that I wouldn’t normally have expected to get along so well with, but romantically no. I’m pretty much text book demi in that regard in that I wouldn’t ever expect to be attracted to anyone that way and it’s always a surprise to realise I’m developed an attraction.
80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?
Kid has a sleepover so I have to pack his bags, we’re also going to collect his flowers for our backyard. He’s very determined to have a pink/orange/black/white garden so wish me luck- I have no idea where to find black flowers around here haha.
Yay! My favourite silly Hux! Thank you!! [For newcomers- Donal Hux is from Eldritch Effect, a comic fantasy modern Kylux AU]
32. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.
Happy families. Donal has been through so much and encounters such weird situations, but I can’t imagine him happily sitting down to a traditional Sunday dinner with ‘normal’ people. I don’t just mean ‘not supernatural’ but just emotionally stable, undramatic people with ordinary desk jobs. The sort of people you see in commercials on TV. His world is a bit like the Addams Family at this point and encountering something that average would probably give him a panic attack. He’d be looking for what was secretly wrong with them all the time like they were robots or something.
36. How does your character behave around people they dislike?
Hux isn’t great at keeping his mouth shut. He has a mild case of thinking he’s better than everyone else and while he knows that’s the wrong approach to life and he actively tries to see the best in people, when someone pisses him off he tends to eviscerate them. In the Army he did that in the privacy of his own brain but dating Kylo means no privacy so... Now he often says what he thinks, for better or worse.
41. Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?
Hux sometimes feels hes earned only the negative aspects of his life and since the positive was given by an external source (he’d never have met Kylo if the djinn hadn’t manipulated his life) he often worries it’ll all be taken a way if he doesn’t try hard enough. As for future wants I’m not sure he really has any. He has Kylo, he has their strange nomadic life. All he wants is for that to continue. Scratch that he also wants a drink and a chance to rest somewhere warm. Kylo’s chest seems like a good place to rest. Now who can pass him a beer?
The door opened and the two most powerful men in the galaxy were tearing each others clothes off in the dim light that spilled in from outside. As dreams went it would have been the perfect if the figures hadn’t been so oddly fuzzy and obscure, almost like Matt was watching them without his glasses. What a stupid detail to include in a dream. Hux dragged Kylo towards the bed and fell backwards onto the mattress. And onto Matt. And Thanisson. DVD commentary ask :)
Alternative Accommodation - Thanisson & Matt have just broken into Kylo’s shuttle and fallen asleep after making use of the Kylux love nest. Except, oh no, Kylo and Hux are home! And that’s where the fic ends :D
I’m addicted to twist/surprise/comedy endings for fics. I love to finish a fic on a high note and for a story with an absurd premise like this one its very fitting. They could have just cleaned up and left, had a row about stained sheets or done a walk of shame out of the hangar, but isn’t an unexpected belly laugh even better?
I had a few asks and comments asking me to ‘finish’ the story, but they were often accompanied by theories of what might have happened. There was so much range- they got court-marshalled; they ran away; Hux & Kylo invited them to join in; Kylo wiped their minds; they were separated; etc. Which honestly is the best possible outcome for me. Its like the bit in Nightmare Before Christmas when Jack explains presents; that’s the point of the thing- not to know! I’m here in Kylux because Hux was a vague character that we could do anything we liked with and it could be justified. An X-rated ending would have been satisfying for some readers but others would prefer a more realistic outcome- this way you get both. It can be as hilarious or filthy or sad as you like.
I also have a great fondness for blending reality and dreams, and I find my characters communicate best in bed, so I liked the idea of having a canon-glasses-wearer dealing with an awkward situation haha.
“A woman wear light up wobbly penises on her head and a ‘bride-to-be’ sash whistled obnoxiously. Kylo, mask firmly in place, performed a dip and wriggle that put his abs and pecs very much on display.”
