BlackStarVeil

Hux: "What do you want?"

Kylo: "Nothing."

Hux: "...that's somehow worse."

Hux: "I was gone for twelve minutes."

Kylo: "Longest twelve minutes of my life."

Hux: "...you're exhausting."

Hux: "Constantly."

Kylo: "When?"

Hux: "...while criticizing other people's incompetence."

Suddenly I'm obsessed with these two. So much so, that I've written a trilogy and am currently working on a multi chapter Vader-and-Piett-survived-the-Empire fic. Sometimes OTPs just find you. Unplanned and unexpected. 🖤🩵

Kylo Ren has been reading him like a datapad for years.

Kylo Ren.

Missing Kylo Ren.

Kylo Ren prides himself on knowing exactly how to ruin it.

General Hux calls this ridiculous.

He misses him after ten.

CARRYING THE DARK

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86083101/chapters/227615181

The man in the mirror had blue eyes. Anakin Skywalker's eyes, blue as the open sky beyond the towering windows of Coruscant. They did not belong to him, and yet they did. Strange, to wear the face of someone he no longer recognized as himself.

The scars remained. Pale lines crossing ruined skin, softened slightly by years of reconstruction and bacta treatments, but present. His body no longer burned with constant pain. The new lungs worked cleanly. The cybernetic prosthetics were lighter, more refined than before.

And yet when people looked at him now, they no longer saw Darth Vader first. They saw Anakin Skywalker. He was not certain which was worse.