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[johnentwistlesbassguitar]

Pairing: John Entwistle/Pete Townshend

Rating: explicit (sorta not too much sexual stuff)

Word count: 1k

Was introduced to the idea of feeder towntwistle but with swapped roles (Pete being the one getting fed) and I couldn't stop thinking ab it so...

John noticed that Pete hadn't been eating much lately, he was too consumed in his most recent project to remember. It made him dissapointed to see Pete so thin and sad looking he had to fix this. Walking up to Pete casually he decided if Pete wouldn't eat on his own then John would make him.

"Have you eaten today?" John asked, staring down at Pete, who was bent over some sheet music.

"Hmmm -" Pete was about to say he was fine, but he was cut off by a loud growl from his stomach. Maybe he was hungrier than he thought.

Seeing the way Pete flushed in embarrassment made John want to laugh. "C'mon, you should have something, I can cook for you"

Pete seemed a little surprised by John's offer, but he accepted, being cramped in his tiny home studio was starting to make him claustrophobic. Letting John help him up off the floor, they went down to the kitchen. Immediately, John started rummaging through Pete's cabinets, trying to figure out what to cook. Pete decided to just sit down and watch. He wanted to comment on how cute John looked, but he kept it to himself.

John made sure to find the biggest pan possible and choose the most calorie dense ingredients. Luckily, Pete had a lot of unused food lying around since he didn't cook much. It was making Pete anxious just how much John was preparing, I mean, he assumed that John was making it mostly for himself, right?

It didn't take long for John to finish preparing and slide his creation into the oven. Pete could practically smell how greasy and fatty whatever John had made was, he was off put but didn't say anything. He could tell that John had put on weight recently, and this was probably why. Not that Pete was unhappy about that. He just wasn't interested in picking up those same eating habits.

John set a timer and then joined Pete at the table. Looking Pete over, John could tell he hadn't washed his hair or changed his clothes in a while. Reaching over John started to comb his fingers through Pete's hair trying to make it look a little nicer.

Pete flinched, John felt a bit guilty for not warning Pete beforehand. "I'm just trying to make you look pretty for dinner," He grinned. Pete tried to keep calm as John ran his hands down his torso, smoothing the wrinkles in Pete's shirt. He could feel the warmth in John's strong hands. Leaning back, John gave Pete a once over. "Looking good," he nodded. Pete couldn't help but blush even if John's behavior was a little odd.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the timer John had set. He set dinner down on the table and scooped a large amount onto Pete's plate. Instead of eating, Pete just poked at it with his fork, trying to make it look like he was interested. He couldn't eat this, but on the other hand, he didn't want to make John feel bad. Also, he was fully aware he hadn't eaten anything for an unhealthy length of time. Unfortunately, John noticed his reluctance.

"Is my cooking not good enough?" He asked, trying to get sympathy from Pete even though he really didn't care what Pete thought.

"No, no! It looks fine...I'm just not very hungry, " Pete shrugged, trying not to meet John's eyes.

John had an idea. He picked up Pete's utensils and cut off a large chunk of his messy food. "Open wide," John asked as he held the fork up to Pete's mouth. Pete struggled to conceal his grossed out expression, John couldn't care less, though.

Hesitantly, Pete parted his lips just enough for John to fit the fork through. Pete was shocked that it wasn't as disgusting as he thought it'd be, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to eat much.

John smiled at Pete's compliance. "Good boy," he always had the overwhelming urge to praise Pete for everything. For some reason, John's words made Pete want more. It made John happy, so maybe it wasn't so bad.

Pete enjoyed the attention and the feeling of a warm meal in his stomach after barely eating for longer than he cared to remember. It was clear that John was loving feeding Pete and watching him eat. 

After finishing his first plate, Pete already felt full, but John seemed so eager to feed him, and he'd made so much food a little bit more couldn't hurt. Without saying a word, John pulled the entire dish in front of them, Pete wasn't aware that John intended on making him eat the whole thing.

Pete only realized just how much he'd been fed when he felt like his pants were about to pop. He could've sworn they'd been too loose just a second ago. Either way, he wasn't interested in stopping. It disturbed him that it felt so good to be stuffed to the point of not wanting to move.

John reached down to press his hand into Pete's swollen belly. He couldn't stop picturing how adorable Pete would look with a little more weight on him. Maybe he'd have to make a habit of cooking for Pete. He moved his hand to squish Pete's expanding waist, Pete groaned and leaned into John's touch. Humiliation made Pete want to pull away, but John's hands just felt so amazing.

"So cute," John muttered, then picked the fork back up.

It was obvious that Pete was starting to get too full to do anything, but John didn't seem to mind he was willing to take care of Pete for the night. John continued to shovel food into Pete's mouth. He couldn't help but stare at how the buttons on Pete's shirt were barely holding together, parts of his pale belly visible through the gaps.

Soon enough, John finished up feeding Pete everything he'd made, Pete seemed slightly relieved at this he didn't think he could fit anymore in his stomach. John placed a kiss on Pete's tummy and squished it tenderly. Pete hiccuped and blushed. He was horribly embarrassed by his current state of helplessness.

John was still able to lift Pete up with ease despite his increased weight. Holding Pete tight, he brought him to his bedroom and laid him down on his back. Once he started to undress Pete, John noticed that he was rock hard. His eyes widened he couldn't just leave Pete like this.

"Awwww," John cooed pawing at Pete's crotch "would you like some help with that?" He made his voice sickly sweet.

Pete didn't have the energy to form words, but he moaned and pushed his erection further into John's hand. Slowly, John undid Pete's pants and slid his underwear off tossing both articles of clothing aside.

John gripped Pete's cock and tugged on it roughly. Pete couldn't help but let out a loud whine. It didn't take long for John to find just the right way to touch Pete, every stroke of his hand had Pete gripping the sheets and whimpering. Pete's panting got louder as John squeezed and pulled harder. It was embarrassing how quickly he came but with how tired he was he couldn't hold back. Hearing Pete moan his name made John so proud, nothing felt better than giving Pete any form of pleasure.

John bent down to kiss Pete's soft belly and sink his teeth into it. He adored the sight of his own marks on Pete's squishy body. The idea of showing off and worshipping Pete's belly made him excited. He'd have to remember to do that. It didn't matter to him that Pete would hate it. To John, Pete was the prettiest boy in the world and deserved more attention.

Feeling too tired to support himself anymore, John slowly lowered his body on top of Pete. At first, Pete seemed nervous, but John's heavy weight felt surprisingly pleasant. Despite not being able to move, Pete was completely comfortable underneath John. It was also comforting to know that however large Pete got John would always be bigger. John just tucked his face into the crook of Pete's neck. He was satisfied to know that Pete was finally getting the food and rest he needed.

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[thatskindarough]

“‘I just…I thought you might like to come back, one day,’ Crowley said very quietly. Aziraphale’s foot pressed against his again, and Crowley drew in a sudden breath, as if he hadn’t been breathing properly since Aziraphale had stopped touching him.”

This piece was a commission from the lovely @fellshish for their lovely friend, @alphacentaurinebula ‘s fic What Are You Doing Here? This fic is cute, funny, heartwarming, and incredibly spicy, and I’m very much looking forward to finishing it! Thank you Fells for being wonderful to work with, and happy (belated) birthday to you Alphacentauri, I’m very happy I could do this for you!

[themissingmango]

[gia-d]

"You have to remember the love, Link 

Here. 

Let me show you."

This is an Adjuration by @not-freyja

Chapter 84: Link

[nonbinoclard]

a conversation on the coast (original fanfic + inspiration)

[davidtennan-t]

“I don’t look half bad - if I do say so myself, old man.”

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Ten meeting Fourteen 🤎

[pjs-everyday]

today, pinky requests that our heroes put on their best disguises!! tooootally unrecognizable, right? 🤭❤️

[loveinhawkins]

Bit by bit, Eddie finds out that Steve Harrington has many in-jokes going on. He falls in love a little more every time he discovers a new one.

Some are self-explanatory: Robin and Steve quipping obscure ice-cream orders back and forth to refer to annoying customers of yore at Scoops Ahoy. There’s other times where Steve will whisper, “Muppet,” and Robin will crack up, and Eddie will just look on with bemused affection. But he doesn’t need to know the context to get it: to see the way their eyes sparkle with mirth, how they shake with almost silent laughter, falling against each other in a diner booth—like siblings wholly unable to keep a straight face during a family dinner.

In school, Eddie came to know in-jokes as a source of exclusion, all too aware of eye rolls in the cafeteria, snide whispers. Oh, you weren’t there, you wouldn’t get it.

This is something far different. Something precious.

He understands without needing to be told; there are stories he does not know yet, but he can read them in Steve’s voice when he laughs and calls Dustin, “Roast Beef,” when he puts on funny voices, singing along to the radio to make Max laugh, when he echoes random phrases in a conversation and Lucas snorts, and it’s so clear that everything’s come from years of knowledge, years of friendship, this rich tapestry of knowing smiles.

Eddie loves it all. Feels so goddamn lucky that he’s here to witness it, to even be the slightest part of it—wants to reach back in the past, find the Steve who’s just starting the story of a lifetime and say you will love these kids, and I will love you for it, your past, your present, your future. Steve Harrington, it’s a fucking privilege to know you.

The first time Eddie is given an in-joke of his very own, is such a tiny thing: bored out of his mind, making pleasantries with the Wheelers, and Ted makes a passing comment from his armchair about how so-and-so from down the street has bought an RV, but they don’t know a damn thing about how to drive it, let alone park it on their driveway.

Steve smirks behind his hand, catches Eddie’s eye with a fleeting wink.

Oh, Eddie thinks.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t know where to start with that, Mr Wheeler,” Steve says, voice level, but Eddie can hear the secret giggle, just for him.

“Well,” Eddie says, “maybe if someone got it started for you.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, grinning. “Maybe.”

He briefly nudges Eddie in the side, a soft brush. Warm skin. Leaning into each other, sharing a secret.

Here’s something no-one else knows. It’s our little joke. Our story. Ours.

And oh, Eddie wants. He wants.

[johnentwistlesbassguitar]

Pairing: John Entwistle/Pete Townshend

Rating: explicit (but very fluffy)

Wordcount: 2k (almost)

Genre: fluff/smut

Tags: feederism/weight gain/kissing (with tongue :0)/nipple stuff/some more things I'm not sure how to describe

Warnings: none 😇

John and Pete use their day off to stuff each other and have some fun ;) I had an insane amount of fun writing this so I seriously hope you freaks in my phone enjoy this and want to see more like it

Deciding that him and Pete should use their day off to have some fun, John climbed out of bed to go grab a large container of ice cream from the freezer and a spoon. Since he didn't plan on doing anything, John hadn't bothered to get dressed. He tried to be quick getting back to their warm bed.

Though he paused in the doorway to watch Pete, who was lying back reading a book, he looked up once he noticed John staring. Immediately, his eyes were roaming John's face and body, Pete couldn't get over how perfect he was. Another thing that still baffled Pete was John's overall size. How could he be so massive yet incredibly soft and gentle, John was everything Pete needed and more. Every time Pete saw John naked, he fell in love all over again. Recently, he had been obsessing over John's belly and thighs. As he gained weight, he only got prettier.

It took Pete a moment to notice what John was holding, "What have you got there?"

John didn't reply he just chuckled as he sat down on Pete's lap. Trying his best to avoid putting too much weight on Pete's legs, he leaned forward and pressed his tummy into Pete's. Pete had gained a noticeable amount of weight recently, but he was nowhere near John's size. He'd definitely earned the nickname "ox."

Popping the lid off the bucket of ice cream and setting it on their bedside table, John offered a spoonful to Pete, who graciously accepted. At first, Pete was hesitant to start gaining weight, but John was so supportive, and it obviously made him happy. Also, Pete had been enjoying his new squishy body a whole lot.

John had been encouraging Pete's weight gain for a few months now after he'd noticed that Pete was struggling to keep the weight off. It wasn't like John didn't realize it was mostly because of him. Being in a relationship with someone like John, it would've been difficult for Pete to avoid getting fat himself.

As John continued to spoon feed Pete, he started to get a bit hungry himself, he decided there was more than enough for them to share. He handed the spoon off to Pete and looked at him expectantly.

It took a lot of restraint for Pete to keep from squealing at John's adorable behavior, "awww John, my cutie," he cooed. Pete reached up to cup John's chubby face. He pinched at his cheek gently and rubbed his thumb over John's soft jawline. John closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of Pete's affection. Few things made Pete feel better than stuffing John. It was endearing how much he enjoyed Pete's attention and food.

While Pete continued to feed John he had an idea. John leaned down and kissed Pete with a mouthful of ice cream. Sliding his tongue into Pete's mouth, creating a sticky and sweet sensation, Pete moaned into John's lips, begging for more. Quickly, the cold feeling between their mouths dissipated due to the amount of heat coming from them both. Pete licked the inside of John's mouth, tasting John as much as possible. John pulled away for air but couldn't take his eyes off Pete's red, puffy lips.

As a reward, Pete kept feeding John more and praised him for making Pete feel so loved. It was impossible for Pete not to get aroused with John's tummy pressing down on him, it brought him so much joy to see John get bigger, Pete had stopped feeling guilty for wanting more of John a long time ago. Since John also wanted to get fatter, why should Pete feel bad for helping him.

"Oh Johnny, you're getting so heavy!" Pete praised while rubbing John's belly with his unoccupied hand. John moaned and pressed himself further into Pete, grinding their hips together. Trying and failing to restrain a loud yelp, Pete moved his hand to rest on John's love handles. "Naughty boy," Pete chastised, John, was practically begging for it.

Taking the spoon from Pete, John decided it'd be a good decision to stuff him a little more before things went any further. John wanted to see just how much he could make Pete eat before he was ready to stop.

"Too tight," Pete muttered in reference to his tight shirt, which barely contained his bloated belly.

"Ah, let me help with that," John's hands were thick and chubby but far from clumsy. Staring at Pete's bare chest like this, John couldn't help himself from placing a tender kiss on his sternum. John decided to run his tongue along Pete's chest. He used to be able to see his bones, but they were hidden by a soft layer of fat. Pete slid his hand into John's hair to try and keep from giggling at the ticklish feeling. This only encouraged John more as he put his lips around Pete's nipple and ran his tongue over it.

Pete shuddered and gasped, Johns lips were still sticky. Making sure to be careful, John lightly closed his teeth around Pete's nipple. John felt Petes hand tighten in his hair and pulled back. "Was that good?" He asked, looking up at Pete's with wide eyes and parted lips.

Instead of replying verbally, Pete just nodded vigorously, John was constantly finding new ways he could use Pete's body. John felt Petes erection press into his tummy and wondered when Pete was going to fuck him.

Pushing lightly on John's soft shoulders, Pete asked for him to lay down. John was very eager to follow Petes' orders, feeling his own dick harden fully as Pete ran his hands along John's broad and squishy back. Pete rested his hands on John's plump hips and positioned himself above his entrance. Giving John a small warning first, Pete pushed his dripping cock into John's hole.

John let out a soft groan but took in all of Pete with ease. Knowing that John was probably tired, Pete made sure to go slow. He wanted to give them both soft, easy pleasure. Feeling John's walls tighten around his dick made Pete moan and sink his hips in deeper.

Everything about John was comforting and warm. Pete couldn't get enough of the safety that came with his presence. The sound of his soft panting as Pete continued to thrust only spurred him on. Pete wanted to make his favorite boy feel so special.

Pete leaned down to put his mouth close to John's ear. "You're so perfect, my Johnny." he continued to push and pull his hips, causing John to whimper. "You're mine, always," his voice was low and husky. He nipped at John's ear and then pulled his face away.

"Mine" echoed through John's head, both the intense pleasure of Pete's skilled movements and the thrill of having someone who loved him enough to refer to him as his alone was making John dizzy. John was aware that Pete loved him more than anything, he practically worshipped John. It was such a warm feeling to be adored by an artist like Pete, John often wondered how someone as intelligent as Pete could've fallen for him.

Pete wanted to focus on the task at hand, but his mind wandered, John was absolute perfection. All Pete wanted was to have John only to himself and to take care of him. He'd attempted this before, but John always shook him off, though with John's increasing laziness, maybe he'd have a chance. It's not like Pete wanted to take John's independence away from him but it wouldn't be a bad thing if he wanted Pete to take care of most things for him and he could just sit back and relax, the only things he'd have to worry about would be getting fat and looking cute. Thinking of John being so helpless was nearly enough to push Pete over the edge.

John pushed his ass up further onto Pete's cock searching for more friction. Inadvertently causing Pete to burst, John loudly cried out his name. By now he should be pretty much used to the feeling of Pete coming inside him but it always was almost a shock. Once Pete was done he could barely find the energy to pull out.

"You did so good, my angel," Pete praised, looking closely at John's chubby, flushed face. He reached over to swipe a bead of sweat off John's cheek and held his hand there.

John sighed and didn't meet Pete's eyes. He always got nervous saying how he felt even though he knew Pete wouldn't react poorly anymore. "I love you so much, Pete," He said it quietly, but Pete still heard him.

"Oh, John, I love your more than you could ever imagine." Pete's words were so sincere that it made John's heart skip a beat.

Both of them were exhausted, Pete just wanted one more thing. "John, can you lay on top of me?" He knew it was a weird request, but he'd been considering it for a while.

"What?" Was John's immediate reply, "I can't do that," He tried to hide how badly he wanted to, though.

"Oh, c'mon, you seriously don't think you're gonna hurt me, right?" Pete tried to make it sound like John's fear was impossible even though they both knew John's weight could easily crush the average person. "Don't be silly Johnny, I'm stronger than you think"

Still, John's face showed that he was uncertain. Though, if Pete wanted it, how could he refuse. "Fine, I'll do it"

Pete lit up immediately. He took little time making sure he was in a comfortable position since he'd probably be stuck there for a while. Once satisfied, he beckoned John to come lay down.

John eased himself onto Pete, not wanting to slam his weight down too hard. The way he was laying his belly was sitting on Pete's chest. Pete felt incredibly cozy, John was so comfortingly warm. John managed to be fat and cuddly that he felt like a massive cushion pressing down on Pete.

"Comfortable?" John asked nervously.

Pete's response was slightly muffled but still understandable "definitely," it was evident from his voice that he was very satisfied with himself.

As long as Pete wasn't uncomfortable, John didn't mind. It did feel good to know that Pete was completely safe for the time being. John's body acting as a shield to protect him from the outside world. John fell asleep, quickly not being able to keep himself awake much longer. Becoming heavier as he sunk into Pete further. Pete loved it, John was really the only person who helped Pete relax enough to get a good night's rest.

[itsphantasmagoria]

A gift for @mallstars ❤️ You are such a good, kind person, and I'm so happy to call you my friend 🥰

My unofficial epilogue headcanon to Follies of an Ornamental Hermit, where Harry takes Draco for a well-deserved romantic vacation 🥹

[f1-stuff]

Miami GP '24 // Thurs Interview

"Happy to be racing in these historical colors for Ferrari, and happy, you know, to have a bit of a different vibe this weekend. Always good fun."

[demaparbat-hp]

Hey, @geothewriter, was it necessary to break my heart?

A little thing for Vermillion Seas, Cardinal Skies, a truly magnificent fic that has left yours truly rolling on the ground more than once. I'll post the entire artwork once it's finished! For now, you get a little sneak peek.

Start reading the fic here. You can find Chapter 19 (from which this scene comes from) here!

[ghostbeam]

Mech pilot yuuta and his mech that’s incredibly possessive over him. He takes to you as a handler almost immediately, excited for the help after his last few handlers were scared off. You’re not allowed inside, your constantly dodging malfunctioning limbs and faulty wires, but you’re not one to back down, and gaining her trust is just as important as gaining his.

Rika only realizes how important you are to Yuuta the day after you spend the night with him, and he’s left alone in the morning with an empty bed and a broken heart. You’re his handler. You’re not supposed to leave him. Not ever.

She lures you into her chest one night, faking some sort of lighting malfunction and allowing you inside for the first time. She keeps you inside all night, enduring all your yelling and banging on her insides to be let out, a nice gift for Yuuta.

[kikker-oma]

Art for Chapter 1 of "Travel Through the Darkness" by @mariasparrow ! (Also happy late birthday🎉)

Hope you like it❤️

[nefastidies]

Inspired by "Implicit Demand for Proof" by imperialhuxness

-1-

“I need you on the ground,” Ren says instead, measured, but tight-strung as a grappling cable. Apparently sensing the retort on the tip of Hux’s tongue, he continues, “But I’m not taking you into the thick of combat.”

Hux thins his lips, keeps up the patient tone. “That’s where this team and I will be most effective.”

“At too high a risk.”

Since when do you care about risks? Hux barely bites back, instead manages, level, “Nothing we do is without risk.”

Ren’s gaze flashes with an insistence that isn’t anger. His eyes are like coals, waiting for a spark. “I’m not taking you into that firefight.”

Really.

Fucking really.

“So you won’t take me into a firefight,” Hux lowers his voice to a hiss, but it still reverbs under the high ceiling, “yet you dragged me ten klicks below the surface of Coruscant.”

“Well, maybe I--” Ren hesitates, gnawing his lips. His gaze drops to the mosaic tile between their boots, then flickers back to Hux’s face. “I shouldn’t have.”

Hux is too pissed off to bask in the near-admission of wrong. “Well, you can compensate by bringing me this time, when it makes actual, tactical sense.”

“You’re not going into a combat zone.”

“I was born and raised in a--”

Ren’s voice drops to a whisper. “That’s an order,” he says, invoking it almost gently, below earshot of the men.

Hux purses his lips, aware of his surroundings again. Of the absolute indecorum of this argument.

Around himself and Ren, three officers stare at their feet, four tap too aggressively at their datapads. The two trooper commanders confer in whispers about a new blaster model. Mitaka seems interested in the mosaic on the floor.

“Yes, sir,” Hux forces out, Academy pert, and the gathered staff returns more or less to professional attention.

--- -2-

Hux whirls toward the sound as a massive shape bursts through the treeline, scattering leaves. Some sort of megafauna. Some sort of monster.

The creature’s smooth skin glistens livid green, its underbelly sickly pale. Its mouth opens wide, baring short, sharp teeth like a Rodian fly-trap’s. It has six legs, each ending in a crustacean pincer, which stab the ground with each step. It reeks of rot and salt, as if it just crawled out of brackish water.

Hux’s pulse skyrockets, and he jumps back on adrenaline. Why do you ever leave the ship, every time you leave the ship it’s some shit like this, every goddamn time—

He yells to Ren that they should run, even as the creature screeches again, lunges toward them.

But Ren stays put. “You should run.”

And Hux would. He would, but he’s already several meters back, and the soles of his boots weigh a kiloton. He’s rooted to the ground. The blood pounds in his ears, and he can’t move, can’t think.

The thing screeches. It’s high-pitched. It rends the air. Its movements ruffle the foliage around it. Its pincers break the damp earth.

Ren steps in front of Hux. Into its path.

--- -3-

But Yago’s lips still twist into something unbearably self-satisfied. “General Armitage Hux,” he says, “was executed six months ago on a charge of high treason. So even if Hux were alive, it would be my sworn duty to have him shot in the back of the head.”

It hits like a blow. Phantom pain lances through his leg, between his ribs. Yago’s right. There’s no defense when he’s--

Before Hux can formulate one, Ren’s gaze kindles. “I’m Supreme Leader,” he returns, typical thoughtless clapback. “I hereby pardon him.”

(Typical thoughtless clapback.)

Everyone knows traitors receive no mercy.

--- -4-

A humanoid figure emerges from the shadows like he’s been waiting there. In two strides, he closes the distance to Hux and Ren. It’s clear he’s part alien, skin teal-tinged and marked with pale striations. His voice is somewhat rough with drink, but his movements are smooth, purposeful, eyes trained on Hux.

“Thought you could just slip out with your date?” he spits.

There are far bigger concerns than correcting the assumption.

“What?” Hux returns, elegantly.

“The bartender told me you were coming this way,” the man says, ill-concealed rage contorting his mouth. “Got a lot more nerve than I’d give you credit for, showing your face like this.”

Shit. Hux’s pulse picks up, and for a second the alley takes on the sharp edges of panic. You knew this would happen eventually, you knew -- Stop.

“I’m sorry,” he says, tamping down the worst case scenario, “what are you--” 

But it’s like he doesn’t even hear it. 

“Kind of man that’ll pull a trigger from a thousand lightyears away. Not even the guts to look at what you’d done.” The man’s eyes flash with the sort of hatred Hux actually recognizes. “My wife was on Courtsilius, General Hux .”

The man takes a step closer, and Hux is about to spread his hands and explain with a baffled simper that he’s got the wrong person. That the Hosnian ‘Cataclysm’ was an unspeakable tragedy and a monstrous war crime.

But before he can speak, sulfurous green ignites in his periphery. The air hums, cracks with the sudden whiff of ozone. The blade of the antique saber impales the man’s chest.

--- -5-

Ren shakes his head. “But I still need you,” he says, eyes glittering, desperate, searching. “What about weapons dev? And you can actually conduct diplomacy--”

Hux cracks a smile. “That’s going a bit far.”

Ren huffs a laugh, but doesn’t indulge him. “You balance me,” he continues. “I don’t know what I’ll do. I love you.”

Hux’s pulse drops into his stomach. His spine stiffens, more from surprise than actual discomfort. It isn’t a concept with which he’s familiar. But it’s right, somehow. As Ren’s eyes search his face, curious but unshrinking, he can’t deny it.