#the softest of soft kylux

[jaynesilver]

@morby Thank you!! My favorite five that I've written?! Oh boy. Here we go:

Negative Pressure: It was the first fic I ever wrote, and I still can't believe I did it, to be honest. I will always have a soft spot for this story. It has many classic fanfiction tropes (stranded together, hurt/comfort), and several classic Kylux tropes. If I hadn't written this, I wouldn't have written any of the others.

Psychotropic: I just think this one is really fun, haha. A twist on "sex pollen", I suppose. Sex lights. For mostly being a short erotica fic, it also has a conclusive plot, which pleases me immensely. Unintentional: (and its subsequent follow-up, Eighteen Days of Courtship): This was a one-shot I wrote for a holiday prompt, and I never expected it to blow up into what it blew up into (aka, a ~52k two-part series, haha). I had so much fun coming up with courtship ideas. This is one of my softest (and most popular) pieces. Intermediary: I am not surprised that this is one of my less popular fics, given its controversial themes / content warnings, but I still think it's the funniest thing I've written so far. Also, the filth.

I had a really hard time deciding on a fifth one to include, as I have soft spots for basically all of them, but the last one has to be: Lethe: This is the most intensive individual project I've ever undertaken, and my longest fic to date, so I have to include it on that basis alone, because I am so very proud of it. I am still regularly surprised to this day that I have written an ~85k story, and I will never stop laughing at the fact that I started this story as a Kylux romance and ended up writing a whole military coup. Typical.

Tagging with no obligation whatsoever: @fridayincarnate @dirtbag-linecook-kyloren @azrael-landfill @gayspacecowboys @basaltdyke

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Favorite five fics I have written:

Shattered Salvation - over a million words. NBC Heroes. A love poem of Petlar and Petrellicest. Polyamory. Saving the world. Saving each other. Heroes and villains and enough time for side characters to have a moment, but the through-line was always Peter and Sylar. This was originally posted on FFN in sections, and then I accidentally deleted it from AO3 after it had been there for a few years. So there used to be more kudos and comments on it, lost to my mistake.

Grey Order - Only 573k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, TROS doesn't exist. I especially like the Poe/Hux stuff and their balance of asexual with allosexual. This story grew organically on its own, starting off as a series of Force visions between Rey and Kylo set after TLJ. But it went other places and I love the places it went, eventually finding a path to lasting peace for the galaxy, and for the troubled souls in it.

Unification - 167k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, TROS doesn't exist here either. This is my most self-indulgent fic. It was the one where I said, 'You know what? Fuck all the rules of writing I've been adhering to. I'm going to switch POVs every chapter. I'm going to indulge in plot-unnecessary world-building. I'm going to have three separate romances. I'm going to create a dozen original characters and have them all be interesting!' So I did. I had a great time writing it and a lot of people enjoyed reading it.

Services Rendered - 15k words. Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. TROS doesn't exist. This is explicit Kylux with a heavy dose of Knights of Ren and a whole lot of gang-bang orgy action with a sweet, non-monogamous ending. It is my highest bookmarked fic and second highest by hits. It's not my best work as a writer, IMO, but I find it hilarious that out of all the stuff I've written, this is the one that has the most accolades.

Dirty Talk - 634 words. My sole Star Trek fic. What I like about it mostly is how I wrote it. I was chatting with a friend on LJ, got inspired, and banged it out over a couple minutes as a gift to my conversational partner. Who was amazed that I'd just written that. Right then. Between one post and the next. I found the response deeply flattering, so whenever I look at that story I remember that.

I know there's nothing on here about the Murderbot Diaries or The Old Guard. I've had cancer and health issues coinciding with my involvement in those fandoms, and it's only been recently that I think my writing has recovered. My favorites of Murderbot are the Skulk series and Gurathin's Side of the Story.

Other writers I'd like to tag: @morby , @rosewind2007 , @gauzyfruitcake , @darkswanone , @blessphemy .

[cut-off-the-grain]

Work in Progress?

I started writing this a couple months ago for the wonderful @helliskylux She said she wanted something which explored intimacy between Hux and Kylo. Well, of course that’s when my brain decided to completely blank and refuse to cooperate (Why are you like this, brain? After all I do for you.) She waited very patiently while I tried to get my act together. I’m still not happy with what I’ve got, an unfortunately every time I try to work on it I’m less happy with it. But, I am very happy with this first scene, and it does well standing on its own. Maybe after a little distance I’ll be able to get it whipped into shape, but until then, I hope you enjoy this.  

It’s well past the end of Alpha shift when he steps out of his shuttle into the perpetually chilly air of the hangar bay. Despite the hour Hux is waiting for him, shoulders drawn back and hands loosely resting in the small of his back, the picture of military perfection. Hux doesn’t say anything, only tilts his head in question at the limp in his stride, the obvious stiffness in the way Kylo is holding himself.

He nods, in greeting, in relief, and when Hux, without a word, turns on his heel and strides evenly across the hanger, he follows, his footsteps an unsteady downbeat to the even rhythm of Hux’s gait.

When they reach Hux’s chambers he pulls his mask off. The tip of his nose and the broad sweep of his forehead are chafed raw and red, dried sweat having worsened the spots his helmet already rubs uncomfortably on, his hair lank and dirty, his scalp itching from days’ worth of grease and dirt. He feels his cheeks flush when Hux makes a face of disgust, his nose twitching, pulling wrinkles across the bridge of it, his lips curling into a brief frown.

But Hux doesn’t say anything. That is, after all, why he’s here.

He follows Hux into his refresher. The luxury of Hux’s command allows him a ‘fresher with actual running water and as Kylo starts to shed the heavy layers of his robes, stiff with grime and sweat and blood, Hux twists on the spray and in moments steam is curling into the small room. Water is a scarce resource on a vessel like The Finalizer and continuously recycled. The steam smells slightly of the sharp tang of chlorine tablets necessary to sterilize it. Regardless, he inhales it deeply, feels muscles wound tight from long days of too much adrenaline and not enough sleep start to relax just in anticipation of hot water on his sore skin.

Hux tuts, a sharp click of his tongue, when Kylo finallys unfastens his trousers and reaches out to brush his fingers along the concave curve of his stomach, the hollow between his hips. “You haven’t been eating.”

Despite what Hux accuses him he does have a self-preservation instinct, so he resist the urge to roll his eyes.

“I was too busy trying to stay alive.”

Hux lays his hand, warm and smooth, flat against the plane of Kylo’s stomach, palm grazing the coarse curls of hair. He sucks in a breath at the touch, feels a hot throb of arousal shoot through his veins, his dick, lying soft and limp against his thigh, jumps.

“Clean up,” Hux says with tilt to his lips Kylo recognizes as the closest thing Hux ever gets to a smile. “And I’ll order dinner delivered for you.” Hux starts to step away and he reaches out, grabs his wrist.

“Stay,” he says, embarrassed by how desperate the one word sounds. He shivers, even in the balmy room, at the loss of Hux’s touch, chilled by the loss of contact.  

Months ago, Hux, eyes red and weary after too many hours staring at screens following too little sleep, had looked at Kylo across battle plans and said ‘If you were as brave in your personal life as you are with your maneuvers you would’ve kissed me weeks ago.” Hux had smirked at the blush which bloomed on his cheeks, the shy duck of his head. “It’s late and I’m tired of looking at this,” Hux declared, rising from his chair. “I’m going to bed.” Kylo had sat, still, shocked, wondering desperately what he had done to give himself away, until Hux paused at the door and leveled him with a look that said he was clearly unimpressed. “Aren’t you coming?” He asked, and Kylo had never heard Hux sound so amused as he scrambled out of his chair, knocking it to the floor in his haste.

He had expected Hux to be quick and efficient, to bring them both off and send Kylo away once the flood of endorphins had ebbed enough their legs stopped shaking. He hadn’t anticipated the soft kisses Hux fluttered along his jaw, the possessive way Hux curled his fingers around his hip to coax him closer, the nudge of Hux’s nose in his hair as Hux puffed warm breath against the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine. He hadn’t thought to imagine the achingly tender way Hux stroked him, the touch almost reverent.

And after, their bodies pressed close despite the tacky come drying between them, Hux had kissed him, slow and soft and sweet. And when Hux pulled back he had keened and arched to follow and Hux had given him that hidden half-smile. “Greedy,” he had accused, but he relented and let Kylo take more kisses.

Hux had been right, he was greedy, is greedy. Gluttonous in his hunger for Hux, for the heat of Hux’s body against him, on top or beneath or inside him, for the way his skin prickled when Hux skimmed fingers over his flank, the ratcheting of his pulse when Hux nipped into the flesh of his thigh, nosed along the fold of skin where leg met his body. Desperate not just for release but for the warm press of fingers on skin too long untouched. It had been so long since he had been treated as anything more than a weapon that he hungered for familiar touch, relished the way Hux curled up beside him in bed as much as he enjoyed the orgasms Hux wrings from him.

That same desperation pulses in him now, a heady need to have Hux close. He needs touch to ground himself, to remind him that he means something to someone, that after weeks spent focusing only on bare necessity survival and his mission that the human parts of him are not lost, only buried, temporarily pushed aside until they can be coaxed out.

“Please,” he asks again, “stay.” Hux softens, the line of his shoulders falling just enough to be noticed, the steam filling the room causing a lock of hair to break free and hang on his brow which he doesn’t push aside.

“As you wish,” he says, and Kylo lets go of his wrist when he tugs gently. “Get in, get warm. I’ll join you shortly.” Hux gives his shoulder a gentle nudge to the refresher as he leaves to go change.

He steps into the stall with a sigh, the warm water even more relaxing with the promise that soon Hux will run soapy hands over him, wash the itchy, tight feeling off his skin.

Hux announces himself with a burst of cold air as he opens the door and a sharp hiss of breath, fingers ghosting over the bruise blooming black and purple low on Kylo’s back. “Have you had this looked at?” He asks, pressing lightly until Kylo sucks in a breath. “It looks deep.”

“No,” he says, and Hux’s hand slides away, wraps around to rest on his belly and pull him tight against Hux’s chest. “I came straight here.” I wanted to see you, he doesn’t say.

Hux doesn’t say anything for a long moment and he worries that somehow he’s projected the thought, sent it into Hux’s mind. “Tomorrow,” Hux finally says. “Get it checked tomorrow. It’s close to your kidney.”

They don’t say anything else as Hux cleans him up, leaves trails of suds over his chest, strong fingers tilt his head down to lather it, tilt it back to rinse it clean. Hux wipes a soapy hand over his cock and it fills with blood, his hips jerking forward into the warm touch.

His high, keening gasp gets lost beneath the patter of water on tile but he moans when Hux’s grasp tightens, feels the breath pulled from him with each drag of Hux’s hand on his hardened dick.

Hux works with with a tight fist, water and the remnants of soap easing the way to slick down Kylo’s cock, a drag of palm over the head making him whimper, pushing him closer to that ever-nearing tipping point. “Please,” he whines, breathless, “please Hux, I need-”

“I know what you need,” Hux growls, and snaps his teeth into Kylo’s neck, at the spot where it slopes into shoulder, and he knows he’ll have another bruise to add to the collection littering his body, one which will pull and smart whenever he turns his head, a reminder that he has returned to Hux.

That last thought, right as a sharp burst of pain flares as Hux breaks skin, sends him tumbling over the edge of pleasure, he sags forward, Hux’s arm braced around his middle as he catches himself on the slick wall, sucking in lungfuls of humid air to try and steady his legs as his cock drips a final few dribbles of come, the pearly liquid washed away by water.

Hux holds him, traps him between the solid line of Hux’s body and the tiled wall as his legs steady, releases his dick when it starts to soften. When Kylo can stand steady again Hux lets him go but keeps a grounding hand on his hip as he twists away to shut off the water.

Hux tugs him out, dries him with a towel made soft from repeated washings. He grins at the towel, grey although who knows what color it once was, because there are certain luxuries, like fluffy towels, even a general can’t expect aboard a Starship.

He follows Hux out into the room as he attempts to dry his dripping hair. There’s a fluid grace to Hux’s movements, a rigidity he drops behind closed doors that allows his muscles to flow and flex smoothly and Kyo finds it a pleasure to watch the shift of Hux’s naked body.  

“Come,” Hux beckons, no command in his voice, but he finds himself obeying anyway, climbing onto the bed and mussing the perfect sheets. He stretches, the small standard-issue cot feeling extravagant after long nights spent cramped, sitting slouched over at the controls of his ship, attempting to catch brief minutes of fitful sleep.

Hux lifts something off the tray and holds it to Kylo’s lips. He bites into it, juice trickling down his chin as the sunny burst of citrus hits his tongue. “Good?” Hux asks, and he hums as he scrambles to wipe the liquid spilling down his chin up, licks the fresh flavor off because it’s too good to waste.

“Delicious,” he grins, and Hux ducks down, kisses him, and he finds the fruit tastes even better when he’s sharing the bright flavor with Hux.

He devours the rest of the fruit, gorges himself of fleshy, juice bites and sucks the lingering taste off Hux’s nimble fingers until the fruit is gone. Hux piles the detritus on the tray then lays down beside him with a soft sigh, his dick, shrunken in it’s unaroused state, tucked against the still damp skin of Kylo’s hip. He’s suddenly overcome by the lingering warmth of the shower, the fullness in his belly, the reassuring press of Hux’s naked body so close to his own, the memory of angles and sharp planes of Hux’s form a comfort he pulled around himself like a blanket on lonely nights.

He can’t fight the yawn he muffles against Hux’s shoulder, although he tries.

Because now, surely, Hux will send him away, will look at him and tell Kylo he’s clearly too tired for anything, he should return to his own bed. And it’s unfair, because he spent sleepless nights wishing to be right here, forced himself to stay awake when his eyes drifted close all for the chance to return to the warm press of Hux’s body that much sooner. And now, that stubbornness, that very determination, is what will betray him, because while he’s spent the night in Hux’s bed many times before it’s always after sex, after Hux leaves him trembling and shaking, and he’s never had the courage to knock on Hux’s door and look at him with weary eyes and ask to just be held, no matter that he aches for it. He feels Hux shift his hips away, his cock no longer pressed against Kylo’s body because Hux has clearly realized all his bedwarmer will be good for tonight is actually warming his bed.

He should leave before Hux has to kick him out, but he can’t find the strength to, closes his eyes when Hux starts to speak.

“You must be tired,” Hux says softly, and there’s a kick in his gut, worse than an unexpected punch, but Hux’s fingers are running through his hair, smoothing out the knots not worked out in the fresher, and Hux sighs, low and soft and sweet. “I’m glad you’re home,” he breathes, and the words ring true but there’s something else, something buried and hidden, in the same way Hux hides the softness he is capable of, the care he can give, beneath the hard lines of his uniform.

“Yes,” he agrees, “it’s good to be back.” Just like Hux the words are true but there’s something lurking beneath their surface, the words he wants to say. It’s good to be back with you. I will always come home to you.

Hux hums in response, doesn’t say anything even as they’re both lulled to sleep. He awakens a one point, sticky hot with the way Hux is curled around his back, a narrow arm tight around his middle. He could shift away, he could get up and leave, could wake Hux up too and coax Hux into fucking him. Instead he pushes to covers off and resettles on the pillow they’re sharing, and closes his eyes, content and warm.

To Be Continued?

[kyluxbigbang]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rose Tico, Rey (Star Wars), Enric Pryde, Millicent the Cat (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Pawn Shop, Awkward Flirting, Sad Kylo Ren, Lonely Armitage Hux, Soft Kylux, The softest Kylux y'ever did see Summary:

Hux has seen the mysterious man around a fair bit over recent months – he's hard to miss, with his height and build, not to mention the scar that runs all the way down one cheek. Hux is reasonably sure he’s living out of the battered Ford that he often leaves in the Walmart parking lot. But he's never come into the pawn shop before... Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33814996

[kleenexwoman]

some fanfic asks

@teadrinkingwolfgirl tagged me!

My very first fanfic ever: I liked “The Little Mermaid” and so my family got me one of those custom books where you’re a character in the story. My character’s job was to guide the Little Mermaid to her true love with Prince Charming, or something like that. I was dissatisfied with my character’s role in the story and rewrote it several times with varying plots. After that I started writing self-inserts, crossovers, and sequels to things I liked.

Softest fic: A Slice of Life and Cucumber (https://archiveofourown.org/works/36433486) is pretty soft. People fuss over Bucky, it leads to drama, Bucky escapes the drama by making dinner, the younger generation make weird Gen Z jokes to make Bucky feel better about the drama. On the other hand, the drama itself isn’t resolved within the fic, although that’s definitely not the point of the fic. A very soft fic with a nice soft resolution is Bring Me Some Water (https://archiveofourown.org/works/4585461) which is Man From Uncle (2015) Rule 63. There is a walk through a park on a chilly day, bakery treats, dancing to a blues song I wrote myself, and a first kiss. Super super soft.

Fic I’m most proud of: This time I’m going to flog The Whisper of the Wind and the Words of the Woods: (https://archiveofourown.org/works/406564), because this is a genuinely spiritual piece to me. Thor is a real god, Steve is a paladin of the goddess I was working most intensely with at the time, and a stormcloud fucks a cornfield. No, really, that’s what happens. It is the most abstract, metaphorical sex scene I am ever likely to write. Read on for hot weather-on-geography action.

There’s also The Yellow Fog (https://archiveofourown.org/works/1081560), a Man from UNCLE (TV) fic. I think I do some of my best work when I’m assigned to one of my good fandom friends in a secret author exchange, because then I can pull out all the stops to dazzle whoever I’m gifting without having to hold back. This is an existentially uncertain fic about an older Napoleon possibly losing his mind (or getting it back?) at his cushy UNCLE desk job.

Fics that show my progress: Feel free to compare Time is a Wave and a Particle (https://archiveofourown.org/works/304599) to Like Water Flowing Underground (https://archiveofourown.org/works/296938). I wrote the first one in my first year of college and the second one three years after I graduated. Both are “Back to the Future” fics with the same theme--Marty having trouble trying to adapt to his new life at the end of the first movie because of quantum physics--but the difference as a writer from 18 to 25 years old is huge.

Favorite WIP: My favorite abandoned WIP is Colder Than the Moon (https://archiveofourown.org/works/6141004). I was having a really good time on it and chugging along, but then I stopped to be the head writer of a TV series that drastically didn’t pan out. Protip: Do not embark on a creative project under the supervision of your direct religious leader, especially if you have theological differences, especially if they are not paying you. ANYWAY this is a str8 Kylux with fem!Hux in a love triangle with Her Old High School Boyfriend and a few other fun original characters. Then 8 and 9 were so disappointing that they killed my desire to finish this. I’ve thought about turning it into something original but I’m not in a hurry to do so.

I have two WIPs I’m especially fond of right now but they’re both different types, if you get my drift. Coffee in Paradise (https://archiveofourown.org/works/33429637) is a Stucky/Stony/Winteriron piece I intend to noodle around with for a while, there are going to be plenty of sex scenes and in-jokes, and I don’t have an ending so much as I have multiple places I could leave it depending on how much I want to bother. However, Tarot Americaine (https://archiveofourown.org/works/35152768) is a piece with a limited scope and ending, and it won’t have more than 4 chapters no matter how long it ends up being. The first chapter is a short prelude that’s effectively a Ray Bradbury/X-Men mash-up, but the rest is going longer and includes a character I haven’t ever written for in a different context than she usually appears.

[gaylo-ben]

Kylo pushed Hux against the transparisteel overlooking starkiller base. “Your planet is almost as beautiful as you are, General...”

for @reserve's request “kylux kisses for whatever reason”  <3<3<3 //thank you to 2,500 followers!

The first order is with us we are one with the first order!

[ao3feed--kylux]

To Think of You in Colors

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/31yrVhW

by Nexu (Cirvihi)

Kylo knows Hux thinks of him in weapons and heavenly bodies. He supposes it's a product of having grown up mostly on starships, connecting spots with constellations, a mane of hair with the corona of an eclipse. And Kylo. Kylo thinks of Armitage in Yavin 4-green and Chandrilan rose-red.

Written for Kylux Positivity Week 2020 2.0, Day 3: Soft Kylux

Words: 1116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Thoughts, Feelings, Dreams

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren, Snoke (Star Wars)

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Soft Kylux, Like the SOFTEST of Kylux by the end, Also the sex is barely there SORRY this is mostly about the LOVE and AFFECTION, First Time, Virgin Kylo Ren, Bottom Kylo Ren, Top Armitage Hux, Post-Coital Cuddling, Falling In Love, Kylux Positivity Week 2020, Kylux Positivity Week

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/31yrVhW

[solohux]

Your new fic is truly amazing. But please, please, would you write the soft variation with Hux changing willingly?

Oh, bless your cotton socks! 💛 Thank you, I'm glad you thought so! I hope it wasn't TOO much!

I'm such a sucker for soft kylux so I definitely want to either write a part ii of that fic where Kylo tries to rectify his mistakes but I think my heart lies with what you've suggested, dear anon. I'd love to use that beta-to-omega concept in a much softer situation where Kylo & Hux are husbands and want to have a pup of their own, and Hux volunteers himself to be put through the change with the aid of his loving mate so that he'll be able to carry their baby. It'll involve Kylo being the softest alpha ever as he makes love to his mate every day to change him, pampering him every moment to make sure that he's comfortable and well. 😌

Thank you for your inspiration, anon!

[kyluxtrashpit]

Feel-Good Kylux Rec List

I’m having a not very stellar time in brain land right now and kylux may not have the most comforting tropes traditionally speaking, but here’s some fics from the softer side that I like to read when I’m having a sad

(Most of this is h/c and touch starvation stuff. Lots of angst with a happy ending and graphic descriptions of caregiving. So ymmv because I know I have weird tastes in what I find comforting lmao. A lot of these also have mental health issues themes, so please heed the tags on each individual fic)

Sustenance by @kyloknightofhux - M, Canon, 7.8k

Hux discovers something unusual about Kylo, and his curiosity gets the best of him.

Okay guys this is THE touch-starved Kylo fic. Like if you’re into that at all and you haven’t read this yet, please stop right now and do yourself a favour and read this instead. I’ve probably read it north of 10 times and I know it’s an older fic, but it still surprises me that I’ve never seen it on a rec list before. Seriously, read it. Beautifully in character and though it’s definitely cannoli kylux, it still does the trick for me every time

Literally anything by @starsshinedarkly77 - T-M, Modern, 1.7-11.8k

(please tell me your name is the same on both and I didn’t just tag a random person who also happens to like kylux lmao)

Seriously, literally all of their fics hit that spot I need when I’m sad. Some of the softest kylux around and yet they always feel fully in character. If you’re having a bad day and you have the time, just read them all, you won’t regret it. For a specific rec, try:

a fool for lesser things by @acroamatica, @starsshinedarkly77 - M, Modern, 8.1k

Kylo’s whole life is a series of bad decisions, starting with saying yes to accompanying Hux to a work Christmas party, as if he were the kind of person who did that.

Hux deals with the aftermath as best he can. He doesn’t understand. But perhaps he will.

Heartbreakingly beautiful. Starts out incredibly sad, but ends on such a great note that it always leaves me feeling better. Some of the things thought/said feel like they came right out of the darkest recesses of my brain. This fic is the written form of one of those rare cleansing crying sessions that actually make you feel better after

If You Should Fall Into My Arms by @cut-off-the-grain - M, Modern, 5.9k

“Hux is so close, pressed chest to chest, and he again catches a whiff of the spicy-sharp scent of Hux’s cologne, but underlaid with the scent of warm skin. Delirious, overcome, he starts to lean forward to kiss Hux, his hands aching with the urge to slide down and cup the slight swell of hips, but he stops himself, forces himself to remember that Hux is not wrapped in his arms like a lover because he wants to be, no matter how cruelly close this is to what Kylo yearns for.”

Kylo wants what he can’t have. (Or does he?)

I am such a sucker for this exact sort of thing. Kylo’s perspective on things actually hurts to read because I know that feel so hard, but the way everything works out is just so gratifying that it’s worth it. It’s like a candy that starts out sour but then gets sweet once you reach the middle

Opia by @humanveil - G, Modern, 3.7k

Kylo is a professional cuddler. Hux is a lonely, touch starved, thirty something with cash to spare. 

It’s Hux’s turn to get the touch-starved treatment and oh, this is just such decadent fluff. Despite nothing in the fic being inherently romantic, though there is some underlying subtext of it, it’s so wonderfully intimate. As soft and sweet as a freshly baked cookie

Exhibits by @deluxekyluxtrashcan - T, Modern, 3.3k

Phasma talks Hux into going on a blind date with Rey's ugly cousin, Ben Solo. Ben is, by all accounts, an unattractive, undateable guy, so Hux has very low expectations for their short date. 

Ugh, this is just such a great first date fic. Ben’s low self-esteem is heart-wrenching, but Hux getting invested and managing to turn it around is brilliant. There is literally nothing here not to love. The dynamic is just so sweet and soft, there’s no way you can make it to the end without smiling

Lull-lull-lullaby by @sithofren - T, Canon, <1k

Kylo can't sleep. 

Funnily enough, I reread this one a lot when I’m plagued by my own insomnia demons and that’s pretty much exactly what it’s like for me. Hux trying to help even though he doesn’t know how is just wonderful and then the acceptance and validation is just the cherry on top. A beautiful little treat

Aromatherapy by @mini-mantis - T, Canon, 1.6k

"Why don't you ever get in here with me?"

In which Hux, with rolled up sleeves and sponge in hand, washes the grime and Kylo's insecurities away.

Look, if you’ve read my fics, you probably know that bathing and, specifically, hair washing is my ULTIMATE WEAKNESS. So this fic just fucking slays me in the best way. The bickering is funny and cute, but the underlying feelings are too adorable for actual words. Incoherent noises are more appropriate

Affection by @theweddingofthefoxes - T, Modern, 3.6k

Hux has had a crush on his friend Ren for awhile now, and when disaster strikes, he learns that Ren's willing to go further than a typical friend would in order to make sure he's okay. 

A second touch-starved Hux fic, because that trope will never, ever, ever get old. Kylo is such a good friend and I really like that it highlights how something can be a disaster and affect you deeply despite you thinking it’s nothing major and that it shouldn’t. And oh, that delicious, wonderful pining

i will reveal you by @huxcrying - T, Canon, 1.7k

Kylo is self-conscious about his new scar.

This is such a good. Like really. Kylo being self-conscious and hiding, Hux hunting him down and being his usual asshole self until he thaws and melts and shows he really does care. So so good. And if I wasn’t already sold on the entire premise of it, the pet names at the end did me in for sure

[thirstytrashblogger]

Prompt: Imagine being an omega in a polyamorous relationship with alpha Kylo Ren and alpha Armitage Hux. No jealousy, just love. A/N this kinda has a lot of themes but I just really thought this would be cute. Enjoy! Warnings: smut, abo, impreg, pregnant reader, female reader, kylux It was quite rare for an omega to have two alphas. But you'd doubt that anyone would question Kylo Ren or General Hux. The relationship was not just a fling or uncivilised affair. You loved both of them and they both loved you and each other. One night you were all feeling quite frisky. Your heat had started early and that caused your alphas to go into their ruts. Kylo woke up to your heavenly smell and nuzzled into your neck. Taking in a whiff of the red scabbed over bite marks that he and Armitage had left there. Your combined scent only drove him even more mad. He didn't even know he was doing it but he started dry humping you and causing a ruckus. Both you and Hux awoke to the rutting alpha trying to mate with you. In your conscious state you felt your heat hit hard and the smell of your alphas surrounding you. Kylo went to nip at your sensitive neck causing you to let out little whimpers. Hux moved to remove his shorts and sleep tank top before trying to pull you from Kylo’s grip. Kylo refused to let you go even if just to get undressed. He instead pulled Hux closed and planted a wet kiss to his lips. While they were distracted you slipped free and removed your t-shirt and soaked panties before going to lick and suck Armitage’s throbbing cock. Hux let out a moan, breaking the kiss and put his attention on you. Kylo quickly discarded his shorts and t-shirt then went to line himself up with your entrance. He placed a large warm hand on your back before pushing in slowly. His thick alpha cock stretched your little hole so wide you were a moaning, slobbery mess on Hux’s cock. Your mind started to go cloudy as you started to enter a feral state. Kylo and Armitage looked at each other over your sweaty body and kissed roughly while rocking into both of your ends. The kiss broke and kylo pulled out to lie down on his back. He motioned for you to come and ride him. You took a seat just above his thick dick and kissed his pretty plush lips. He moved a hand through your hair and pushed his tongue into your mouth. “you taste like Hux.” He said in a dark whisper. You moaned and scooted back to sink onto his pulsing erection. Yelping at the sheer size of it. “Is my pretty little kitten comfortable on Daddy’s cock?” Kylo said with a smirk. His eyes completely dark now and full of lust. “y-yes alpha. You're just so big.” Hux watched the scene before him and stroked himself. After a moment, Kylo noticed. “aren't you going to join us Armitage?” he pulls open your ass to show the tight skin already stretched around his dick. “there's room for one more.” Armitage moved on top on you and began kissing the back of your neck. “oh oh alpha!” you gripped his hair as he bit at the sensitive marks that showed who you belonged to. He looked at Kylo’s dark eyes and then lined himself up with your already stuffed pussy. With one push he was inside of you, filling you to the point where it was painful. “A-ahh! Alpha! It hurts!” you moaned into Kylo’s chest. “Shh shh it's okay sweet love.” Hux said to you with a loving tone while stroking your hair. “The pain will be gone in a moment.” both alphas proceeded to rock in and out of your aching hole. Kylo sucked at your tit while Hux bit at your bonding gland. “a-AHH! ALPHAS! I WANT IT! I WANT YOUR KNOT! PLEASE!” You started crying from the intense pleasure. Both alphas vigorously rocking into you before exploding and filling you to the brim. One knot was filling but two knots stretched your stomach full of cum. Your intense orgasms all together were so extreme you didn't even notice they had both bitten your bonding gland again. Spent and tired, you all went into a peaceful sleep. --- When morning came, you had been the first to awaken. Seeing your exhausted and beautiful alphas cuddling you close and keeping you safe warmed your heart. Kylo was the next to wake up. “Goodmorning my kitten. Did you sleep well?” “Yes I did, Alpha. I felt like I was in heaven after last night.” “I'm glad to hear that. Shall we see if out other mate had awoken yet?” You both look to see Armitage sleeping behind you with his thin arms holding you tight and a peaceful slumber overtaking his body. He released soft snores and cuddled into you for warmth. Kylo moved to kiss him on the forehead and wake him up. His pretty blue eyes opened to see his two favorite people. “morning” He said with a sleepy tone. “good morning love.” you replied. “Armi? Don't you think it's time we let out little kitten lose for the day?” Kylo asked motioning to the deflated knots still inside your raw Pussy. They both slowly pulled out and watched as a river of their mixed him flowed out of you and formed a puddle on the sheets. You went to cuddle them both “oh I love you both. My *kiss* lovely *kiss* alphas!” “we love you too.” they said simultaneously before kissing you and then each other. --- A little over three weeks had passed since that day. You had started feeling a bit queasy and didn't know why. You didn't want to worry Hux or Kylo so instead went to the med bay. The droids did their usual routine; poked and prodded, urine sample, 50 questions, the works. It was in their system. They were programmed to keep you as healthy as possible. After the test results came back the droids informed you that you pregnant! Your first litter! How exciting. You were independent but it is nature that an omega would want pups. Only one problem. How would you tell Kylo and Armitage? You were all important to the first order and a litter takes up so much time. You didn't even know who's baby it was! There was so much to plan now. So much to think about. So much that wasn't planned. ---- You decided to wait in your quarters to tell them. You couldn't deny you were excited. You loved them both so much and raising pups together was a dream. You were lost in thought when Kylo opened the doors and walked in. Removing his large helmet and placing it on the table before walking over to you and giving you a soft kiss. “Hello my shooting star. How was your day.” “Very eventful. When Armi gets home I'll tell you both all about it!” you said with excitement in your eyes. Kylo had promised you that he wouldn't read your mind. He respected your privacy and never looked in your thoughts. There was no way he knew about the baby. After Kylo changed into some lounging clothes you cuddled up on the couch and watched a movie while waiting for Hux to return home. After about an hour the doors opened and you both rushed over to greet him. After a long day of dealing with mindless stormtroopers and lieutenants that can't follow orders, coming home to his loving mates was the greatest thing in the world. “oh hello my lovelies. How were you two today?” he asked with a tired expression. “Well I actually have some wonderful news for the two of you.” you spoke with full confidence. No matter what happened you knew they would always love you. “I've been feeling a bit sick lately and decided to go to the med bay today and see what the trouble was. As it turns out… I'm pregnant!” Armi’s jaw dropped and Kylo cheered. Picking you up and spinning you before kissing you and turning to Hux. “Oh my dear! This is wonderful! I know the child will be safe here and loved. I'm sure Snoke will be more than pleased to hear this.” Kylo was elated. He used to fear being a father, thinking that he wouldn't do a good job, that he would end up like his father but when he met you and Hux he knew he wouldn't do it alone and that he would try to be a better father than his. Armitage was speechless. He always loved the idea of you being full of his pups and raising them with you and Kylo. Instead of speaking he began to sob tears of joy. You and Kylo hugged the sobbing redhead close and marveled in the joyous moment. “(y/n), Kylo we’re gonna have a pup!” Armitage was still crying. He felt so blessed. This was one of the greatest moments in his life. You were so happy to have your alphas there. They'd protect you and your protect them. ---- You were now six months pregnant. You had yet to find out if it was Hux or Kylo who was the biological father but decided it didn't matter. They'd love the child no matter what. At this stage in the pregnancy you had begun nesting. The bed was practically a blanket fort now. They made sure you had the finest and softest blankets in the galaxy. The softest pillows man has ever touched. You spent most of your time in the nest these days. Kylo would spoil you with sweet teas and snacks while Hux tried his best to keep you and the baby healthy. It was a bit extreme at times. He wouldn't even allow you to eat certain chocolates or drink blue milk. They would keep you under close eye yes but also gave you all the love in the world. You were constantly being covered in kisses and cuddled. Your favorite time was at night when Kylo would cuddle close to you face with one hand on your tummy and the other holding your head close. Armitage would hold you from behind. He'd place his hand on top of Kylo’s and nuzzle into your neck. No omega had ever felt more safe or comfortable. It was beautiful. ---- Today was the day. Your water broke and Kylo lifted you to the med bay with Hux running close behind. It was so hard but so rewarding. You must have been pushing for 5 hours at least and out popped your lovely baby. A beautiful little boy with your nose and Kylo’s pretty eyes. He already had small bits of curly black hair sprouting out of his head. You were all so thankful and ready to calm down with your new joy when the baby was taken to get cleaned and the doctor informed you to push again. “Push again? Why?” asked Kylo with great concern. “To get out the other baby sir. She's having twins.” Speechless for a moment you looked at Kylo and then at Hux. Twins? That was very unexpected. Your confusion was interrupted when you felt a sharp pain that forced you to push again. After another 10 minutes out popped another baby boy. This one with blue eyes and red hair. He was so lovely you thought you would cry. The baby was taken to be cleaned while you and your alphas recovered from the experience. When the babies were brought to you it was like seeing the rainbow after the rain. You all cooed at your new bundles of joy. The room was filled with nothing but love. After about an hour you had dosed off from exhaustion while feeding the small litter. Kylo sat by you and stroked your hair while Armitage made sure the babies were warm and safe. Kylo kissed you on the head before whispering “I love you” then did the same to both of your pups before kissing Hux on the lips. “I love you Kylo. And I love her. I love them. I've never felt so much love” “I know Armitage.  I know”

[theweddingofthefoxes]

I associate all manner of soft and good things with you: pink, marshmallows, the softest kylux, travel to gorgeous locations, real nice lipstick, a kitten or puppy for good measure.

Oh my GOODNESS you’re too much! Thank you so much--these are all such beautiful things to be associated with!

[cut-off-the-grain]

A Whole Year Older

Today is the wonderful and incredibly talented @ficlet-machine birthday! Not only is the fandom as a whole lucky enough to have him share his talents, but I am personally blessed to know him. I hope today is wonderful, and I hope all the days that follow are as well!

Happy birthday, it’s no where near all you deserve, but I hope you enjoy this little story of Hux and Kylo being dumb and insecure with each other but working it out with kisses!

~ It must be the first time in decades he acts without considering the consequences. It’s something even baser than instinct, a chemical reaction suddenly boiling over, when Ren turns to him, his dark fall of hair briefly flashing bright under the ugly, utilitarian lighting of Hux’s office, his mouth parted around a word, the right side now always dragged lower by the twisted scar, and he abandons all thought, surrenders to the coil of white-hot want in his chest, simply gives himself over to the pull of the inevitable and leans forward and kisses Ren.

He steals only the faintest touch before Ren stumbles back, pushes him away. One barely-there glance of soft lips against his own and oh, oh, this must be the true punishment for all his failures, not the threats of demotion he had to fight against, not the lightning burst pain Snoke sent lancing through his body with a twist of his gnarled hands, but this, one brief moment he can torture himself with forever, because now that he knows the soft slide of Ren’s lips surely there will never be a night he won’t dream of what he can never have again.

He gives himself one shaky breath before he opens his eyes to face Ren, one small moment of respite to steel himself for whatever he deserves. But when he lets out an unsteady exhale and forces himself to look Ren is staring at him, fingers on his lower lip and a glisten of tears in his too big eyes.

“Ren, I-” he starts.

“Don’t,” Ren cuts him off. “Don’t mock me. Not after-” he trails off, his eyes closing, but Hux knows, he knows. Not after Starkiller. After the punishments we both had to endure. Not when they are both still piecing themselves back together, only now learning that it’s easier with help.

But he had thought they were coming to understand each other, that Ren was learning to read to subtle signs of Hux’s regard, and yet-

“I’m not mocking you, Ren,” he says, gently, as gently as he can.

“I know what I look like!” Ren spits, jerking his face to the side, twisting so the scarred side of his face is turned away. “I know I’m ugly. Maker, I was ugly enough before the scar, I wore a mask for a reason.” A tremor runs through Ren’s shoulders and he’s not crying, not yet, but he knows if he laid a hand on Ren’s face it would burn hot and bright with the flush of emotion.

He pauses, tries to find words of comfort, but he has none, they’re so foreign to him. He was taught to use words as a blade, not a balm, but Ren’s shoulders shake with emotions and a tight noise hiccups in his throat. He steps forward, settles his palm over the smooth tract of scar that runs down Ren’s face. “Is that how you think I see you?”

Ren’s jaw flexes as he swallows a sob. “It’s how everyone sees me.”

He slides his hand down, curls it around the curve of Ren’s jaw and before (before Starkiller, before he carried a shaking, sobbing, broken boy off a collapsing planet, before he spent hours at Ren’s side in medbay, unable to move for reasons he couldn’t name) if he had been feeling cruel, aiming to mock, he might have called it weak, a too soft curve of jawbone, but before he didn’t know how perfectly it fit into the cup of his hand, had never felt the quiver in it, like the fast-beating heart of a fragile baby bird, steady in his grasp.

He tilts his head close, so very close, their noses knocking together, can almost taste the breathy little gasp that trembles off Ren’s lips.

“I’m not mocking you, Ren,” he whispers. “I swear.” His other hand drifts up, skims through the knotted waves that frame Ren’s face. His mouth falls open, plush and pink and warm and waiting, and there’s a brightness in his eyes, a warmth to the soft brown of them that shines brighter than the sun he destroyed, and he thinks it might be hope.

“Please,” Ren breathes, “please, Hux, oh please,” and Hux surges forward with all the conviction he uses to command troops into battle, nips at that lower lip for the pleasure of the high-pitched mewl it earns him, slides their lips together in brief little pecks until Ren presses closer, desperate and hungry and greedy.

“One day,” he says, pulling back to take in the radiant sight of mussed hair and half-lidded eyes and spit slick lips bruised from his attentions, the unsteady pants of Ren’s breath. “One day, when the galaxy is our and we rule it side by side, I’ll kiss you whenever I wish and the whole galaxy will envy me because they will know you are mine. Mine to kiss and mine to touch. Mine alone.”

Ren keens, angles his head for another kiss, eyes drifting closed with a dark flutter of lashes.

“The galaxy will know you’re mine, Kylo, just as they’ll know I am yours,” he whispers, low and fierce, before he leans in to seal the promise with a kiss.     

[kyluxbigbang]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Clan Techie Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, The Softest Soft Kylux, Chef Ben Solo, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:

Two years ago, Armitage Hux hired a personal chef-- an awkward Culinary Institute of America graduate named Ben Solo. Ben has been changing Hux's world for the better every single day since then, and he's determined to do it again.

[saltandlimes]

Kylux: Memories on Skin (thanks for always keeping prompts open, your work ranges between guttingly visceral and the softest sweetness, I love it)

Memories on Skin

Hux pulls off his shirt slowly, hesitantly. The room is chilly, and Ren stands with his arms crossed, stripped down to just a thin undershirt and tight leggings. He’s absurdly beautiful, even like that, and Hux feels his own skin crawl with the knowledge that what he’s revealing is nothing compared to Ren’s washboard abs and broad shoulders.

Ren takes a step forward, reaches out a hand to trace a line down the center of Hux’s chest and over his belly. His fingers are warm against Hux’s skin. Hux grabs the corners of Ren’s shirt and pulls it off as well. Then he’s pushing Ren backwards towards the bed. Ren sits down with a thump.

“Come here.” Ren’s voice is soft in the silence of the room, almost lilting. Hux steps between the v of Ren’s spread legs, and feels Ren’s hands slide up the sides of his thighs to wrap around his hips. Ren’s fingers dig into the top of Hux’s ass, and Hux can feel as Ren kneads a little at the curve of it. He closes his eyes, feels the heat of Ren’s thumbs as they rub at his sharp bones.

Before he can open them again, Ren has tugged him onto the bed. Hux bounces a little as Ren flips him onto his stomach, straddles his hips. There’s a long pause.

“What’s this, Hux?” Hux sighs. He cranes his head around just enough to see Ren, mouth hanging a little open, staring down at Hux’s back. He knows what Ren sees. A series of coordinates, written into Hux’s skin in ink and pain and blood.

“Memories, Ren.” Ren traces along the first line of the tattoo and Hux shivers.

“What is this one?”

“The coordinates where I was born. Arkanis.”

“And this?”

“Where we met our first ship after the fall of the Empire.” He lists them off, one by one. All the many places that make up his life, all gone now, inaccessible, except in the marching line of numbers and letters that spirals down his spine. Each with its own pain attached, it’s own flavor, its own smell. Each some part of him that he gave - a little blood and a little story. Ren’s fingers pet over everyone, smoothing the stories out into the past. Finally, they reach the last one.

“You need a new one.”

“And why is that?” The last one is Starkiller’s former location. Destroyed now, no longer secret, no longer real. 

“You need one for here. Right here.” Hux whips his head back around from where he’s relaxed onto the pillow. Ren’s eyes are shining.

“And why would I need that?”

“For us, Hux. For this moment.” Re leans forward, blanketing Hux’s body with his chest. “For me.”

And Hux nods just before Ren’s lips press to his. Ren is already a memory. He deserves to be written on skin, deserves that place. He is a little blood and a little story, just as all the rest are.

The Fic I’ll Never Write: Give a Title & Ship, Get a Summary!

[ao3feed--kylux]

Cadenza

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3e2TYK7

by rexluscus

Kylo Ren has convinced General Hux to help him with his “training.” Hux develops . . . concerns.

Words: 9525, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Snoke (Star Wars)

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, BDSM, Bad BDSM Etiquette, No Aftercare, Subdrop, Flogging, Self-Harm, Self-Esteem Issues, Crylo Ren, Kylo Ren Angst, Vomiting, Post-Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, From Hard Kylux to the Very Softest of Soft Kylux, So you'd better like both, Don't copy to another site

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3e2TYK7

[solohux]

Not a prompt. Just a thought: a soft Kylux fic with the line, “You put the dream in my reality” worked in somewhere

If a fic had this line in it, it'd be the softest of all the kylux fics! 😌🌸✨

[cracktheglasses]

self-rec Saturday? let’s do this thing

i’ve seen a quite a few of these around, and felt like throwing my hat in the ring, too, though most of this stuff isn’t exactly new

it’s been just about a year, but i am still inordinately proud of Be A Body (Explicit, ~5K), the fic best summarized as “General Hux goes on shore leave to get anonymously railed until he can barely stand. Adam Sackler Kylo Ren is a filthy fuck who eats his own come out of Hux’s ass, because he is considerate like that.” 

this fic was prompted by @machinewithoutfeelings, who’d asked me for ‘something where they do space coke in a club’, and i like to think it really turned out! the actual summary for the fic is General Hux likes spending his shore leave somewhere anonymous, convenient and blessedly free of Kylo Ren. Somewhere full of men with big hands, and preferably with a good bathroom to do Mon Gazza spice in, and yes, Mon Gazza spice is an actual thing in the old EU, though i made up all the effects. 

also turning one is it don’t come in a shot glass (Explicit, ~19K), my May 2016 kylux exchange fic, which includes such tags as “Kylo is a horrible neighbor but he gives great head”. the summary on AO3 is Kylo hates his job, his life, his hot neighbor Hux, cats, turning thirty, and everything, not necessarily in that order. Well, maybe cats -- and Hux -- are OK. Whatever. Being thirty still blows. 

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE all of the comments i’ve received on this fic, and i hope y’all are OK with me sharing some of them below, because i think they are possibly an even better summary (please let me know if you’re not ok with me quoting you, and I’ll edit)

“I loved Kylo just periodically grabbing Hux out of the blue, interrupting their small talk about Stephen King to suck his dick, [...] creepily reading his mail and envying him for his actual ties and real coffee table.” -- @rex-luscus

“a smol ginger cat is delicately guiding us through kylo's mess of a life and leading him toward hux” -- @bettydays

“Kylo Ren is this kind of possessive in bed, terrible at people type of thing, but he's like, confident as soon as he has someone naked.” -- @reserve

“The transformation of Kylo from petulant man-child to slightly-less petulant man-child. The complexity of Kylo-the-dejected-youth's insecurities told via mail tampering.” -- @sinnotalone

disobedient (Explicit, ~7K) is the puppy play fic that’s a very loose @kyluxhardkinks fill. this is the one with the collar, leash, crate, cock cage, orgasm denial, and feelings. it’s pretty much what it says on the tin: D/s modern AU: Hux is an overworked and isolated businessman who advertises for a full time, live-in sub -- except that Hux ends up with naughty puppy Kylo. some trivia for you: i ended up reading a late 1800s dog training manual for funsies as a result/consequence/side-effect of writing this fic. it was incredibly illuminating.

care and control (Explicit, ~6K) remains my favorite, most self-indulgent, happiest fantasy. the actual summary on AO3 is a quoted paragraph, It’s a wide strip of dark brown leather, soft, already a bit worn at the edges, snapped shut over Ben’s wrist. It means Ben wants him. Ben needs him. He may not always be able to say it, but he means it every time he puts the cuff on, every time he puts himself into Hux’s care -- I'm yours. so to rephrase that, it is the softest, sweetest D/s fic, wherein Hux spanks Ben, eats him out, and fucks his face. it was my first time writing trans!Kylo|Ben, and honestly, were i to try writing the same exact scenario now, i’d likely frame it a bit differently, but i am still very, very pleased with how this one turned out. @artyaourter made really gorgeous art for this fic, and I gotta admit, I LOOK AT IT A LOT.

i know Princess (Explicit, ~7K) isn’t everyone’s cup of tea (what with the underage Hux, the age difference between him and Ren, and the daddy kink), but it does involve a very pretty Hux who wears pretty panties, and dreams of pink nail polish, and even prettier dresses he’s going to wear for Ren someday, like this one  @ottenebrare drew, which i love so damn much.