“Imagine!” He shook his half-empty water drum for emphasis. “A hole punched through the sub-hyperspace layer by this limitless phantom energy converted from starlight
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this juggernaut. A dead sun transformed by force of will and colliding with a static system – a planet still untransformed.”
“This is about the quality of seduction I expected from you.”
“—and when the two bodies interact, the weaker one bursts and collapses. Gravitational singularity born of cataclysm. And from this barely leashed destructive power…the birth of a new star.”
We’re burning down the house! Post-apocalypse; Androids; Crime and Punishment. It’s all here!
2. Create a fanwork using 3 prompts from the board. Prompts should be adjacent to one another so the end result is a vertical, horizontal or diagonal row (3-in-a-row).
3. Remember, words can have multiple meanings! (dry can be in the context of alcohol, ‘dry humping,’ or…laundry)
4. Kylux, Benarmie, and Kylux-adjacent ships are welcome!!
We’re burning down the house! Post-apocalypse; Androids; Crime and Punishment. It’s all here!
2. Create a fanwork using 3 prompts from the board. Prompts should be adjacent to one another so the end result is a vertical, horizontal or diagonal row (3-in-a-row).
3. Remember, words can have multiple meanings! (dry can be in the context of alcohol, ‘dry humping,’ or…laundry)
4. Kylux, Benarmie, and Kylux-adjacent ships are welcome!!
Hux’s heart stops when Kylo kneels before him outside the coffee shop where they had their first date after being set up by a friend of Phasma’s.
That had been three years ago. Since then they’ve broken up and gotten back together once, bought a car, weathered illness and the loss of a job, celebrated a promotion, met each other’s families and friends, moved into a condo in the city… and recently Hux had caught Kylo texting Phasma about his ring size.
He’s going to pop the question, Hux is sure of it.
And this must be that moment.
He feels the blood rush to his cheeks, gaze darting nervously around them to see if anyone is staring. They aren’t.
“Hux, I—”
“I do.”
“—found a heads up penny! Think it’ll bring me luck?” Kylo gets back to his feet, holding a shiny copper coin up for Hux’s scrutiny.
“Do I think it’ll… “ Hux’s voice tapers off with his disbelief, watching Kylo’s back as he walks the couple of steps to the cafe door and holds it open for him.
* * *
Hux turns the page on his Kindle, settling down further in the nest of blankets and pillows on their bed as he gets to a particularly intense part of the book. The protagonists solved the last piece of the puzzle, they’re on the trail of the killer—
Kylo gets down on one knee beside the bed, and suddenly the story doesn’t feel so important. Hux clicks the button at the top to power off the screen, pulls his reading glasses off the bridge of his nose to set them on the bedside table, hands trembling with excitement.
“Hux?”
“Yes?” He replies in a breathless way that ordinarily he’d be embarrassed about.
Kylo pauses, reaches for something tucked beneath the bed, and pulls out… an Ugg boot. “Isn’t this that missing shoe you were looking for?”
* * *
Hux wasn’t sure why Kylo had been so insistent on them waking up early to take a hike into the forested hills on the outskirts of the city, but when Kylo asks him to pause for a moment and promptly kneels, it suddenly makes sense.
“Ren, are you really doing it this time?” Hux questions cautiously, smiling a little despite himself when those warm brown eyes turn up to meet his.
“I’m finally doing it,” Kylo responds and returns the smile with an earnest grin. But then he shifts his gaze downwards and gets to work tying his shoe. “I know you’ve been telling me since we started dating that I should just double knot my shoes. You were right.”
Hux storms back down the trail with a stomping, bratty stride, digging his nails into his palms to keep from screaming.
* * *
“Hux?”
Hux glances over his shoulder to see Kylo kneeling on the tiled floor of the kitchen. He turns back to the stove, grip tightening on the wooden spoon as he stirs the spaghetti sauce a little faster. “I’m not falling for it this time, Ren. Make yourself useful and set the table or pour me another glass of wine.”
“Hux.”
Hux pointedly ignores him, and moves the saucepan off the heat with enough force to send little red splatters over the gleaming black surface of the appliance. “I have an open bottle of white on the island.” He grabs a potholder and bends over to peer into the oven, checking on their garlic bread.
“Hux, look at me.”
Hux straightens up, hands gripping the handle of the oven door as he draws in a deep breath. No, not again, not again.
“Please?”
There’s a hint of regret permeating Kylo’s tone that finally breaks Hux down. He turns around with his features preemptively screwed up into a glare, but, much to his surprise, this time there is actually a little black box in Kylo’s hand.
“There better not be a bracelet in there.”
A lopsided smirk curves the corner of Kylo’s lips, and, for one horrible second, Hux’s heart drops. But then the box is pulled open, and, there nestled in a pillow of velvet, is a platinum ring, tiny chips of diamond circling the band just like the one he had shown Phasma.
“Well?” Kylo prompts.
Hux heaves an exasperated sigh as he plucks the box from his boyfriend’s hand, pretending to inspect the ring as if its quality would somehow sway his decision. “I suppose.”
The recent series of events has left Hux upset and blames Kylo for the Resistance’s escape. Kylo senses the General’s current mental state and gifts him with a little toy Starkiller Base. Hux finds himself a little to entertained by it.
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