#cracktheglasses

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hux/Kylo Ren Characters: Hux, Kylo Ren Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, But Evil Hurt/Comfort, Misuse of the Force, Evil, Post-Star Wars: The Force Awakens, The Force Awakens Kinkmeme, Established Relationship Summary:

If Ren dies, they’ll all be joining him, Hux thinks, because he’s going to have to scuttle the ship. Pick a camp on D’Qar, or whatever other pathetic hell-hole in the Outer Rim the Resistance calls home, and smash all three kilometres of the Finalizer right into the gooey center.

This is literally the only hucow content I have enjoyed w/out reservation, dysphoria, sighing at the misogyny (idk, something about regular dude but with tits Hux enjoying just having tits makes it absolutely reasonable for me). You're the best.

“full disclosure,” newt says, half naked and leaning against the bed-frame. “i’ve got some weird kinks.”

hermann narrows his eyes -- and then rolls them. magnificently. newt loves him more in that moment than he ever has. or maybe his love is just increasing exponentially by the minute, set on a crash course for the ceiling. “i never considered the possibility.” god, he’s one sarcastic motherfucker.

“okay, okay, i’m just saying,” newt says, gesturing wildly in the air, unable to harness all the energy burning and bubbling away right underneath his skin. “they’re weird. you’re under no obligation to cater to, participate in, or even acknowledge any of them.”

hermann takes a step forward and places his hand on newt’s arm. his hands are cold, but they always warm up pretty fast. “and if i want to cater to, participate in, or simply acknowledge them?”

“oh,” newt says, swallowing hard because he suddenly can’t breathe. “well, then, that’s -- that’s awesome, my guy.”

fic description: newt’s into some weird things. hermann’s happy to play along.

I got tagged into this by @cracktheglasses! I had to cheat this a bit, and go with the last and least spoiler-y sentence I was working on, but here’s a draft from an upcoming chapter of Dollars to Donuts:

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

I take my coffee black without sugar, no sugar for my tea either but I’ll have milk with earl grey <3

bonfire - describe your dream house.

The Man Who Had Once Been Armie Hux: Oh my god. So much Cormac McCarthy. Blood Meridian, All the Pretty Horses, No Country For Old Men. Charles Portis: True Grit and Dog of the South. Flannery O’Conner, A Good Man is Hard to Find and Wise Blood. Oil! by Upton Sinclair. All the Faulkner in the world. The Sisters Brothers by Patrick deWitt. John Cheever. Yonder Stands Your Orphan by Barry Hannah. Truman Capote. And finally, the Count of Monte Cristo.  

@bomberqueen17 you made it even better ��

LOL

In case anyone didn’t know, I did write a Star Wars fic that featured Space Chicken evisceration, which is why I figured that porg thing was so Extremely On-Brand. 

(It’s from an epic about Poe Dameron’s parents and is like, halfway through this epic, so. But there’s a long scene involving Space Chickens, their guts, and their poop.)

Also I spent today helping with chicken processing, which my sister does commercially (organic, pasture-raised birds mostly to sell at the local farmer’s market and a few local restaurants)-- spent about half of it eviscerating and the other half finish plucking-- so If Anyone Has Any Questions about what birds and bird-like creatures are like on the inside then I Am Your Probably Too Willing informant.

I want it to be Leia. I really want him to be holding his hand out to Leia. But I don’t think it’s what it’ll turn out to be