#furiosaredeemed

“This isn’t like you, General,” Ren says, far too amused as he tugs on Hux’s uniform to straighten it out to its usual level of tidiness. “What’s the matter?”

“Just didn’t sleep well, that’s all,” Hux answers in a huff, trying to muster up his usual fuss and fire, but the effort falls flat, and the truth of his words can’t be clearer – he looks like he hasn’t slept in years, truthfully, and only Hux can look pretty when he’s practically a corpse. 

“Sleep better tonight,” Ren suggests, though what he’s really saying is, sleep in my quarters, sleep in my bed, you know you sleep more soundly when you’re beside me, you don’t have nightmares at the same frequency, you don’t shiver and bite your lip so you bleed…

no seriously figure out if you need to get a tetanus shot. it's a normal size needle, i swear. your arm will hurt for a day or so after, but it's better than tetanus and potentially lockjaw

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Get a tetanus shot.. like go to a walk in tomorrow they should do vaccinations. Yeah it hurts for a day or two but you'll be safer in the long run. See if they can do a payment plan if it's too expensive

(Modern Benarmie, for your reading pleasure!)

They are in a part of the college library that other freshmen hardly ever frequent, only the grad students hard at work on their theses, and library assistants who want to take a break and sit down without being scolded. It is on an upper floor but it feels like a basement, because there are no windows and hardly any light. Dust motes hover like fairies in the dimness. It is finals week and hot. The air has risen up to this infernal attic, and they have been wilting into one another, sweating nice and sweet while they kiss.

“I want to ask you something,” Ben says, and Armie hushes him.

“Shh. They’ll hear us.”

“They?” Ben asks, quieter, but more irritated. “Who’s they?”

Armie points. There are two librarians coming around the corner, talking about the finer points of next school year’s budget, and Ben and Armie flatten themselves against the shelf where they’ve been standing, kissing each other hot and stuffy and sweaty in the close musty air. It feels like ten minutes before the librarians are gone, though it’s probably shorter, since it just seems like an agonizingly long time. Armie’s hand stays soft and clammy on top of Ben’s, rubbing the top of his hand with his thumb.

When they’re certain they’re alone again, Armie turns to Ben. His face is half-hidden in shadow, but his eyes are bright. Mischievous, almost, except Ben has never seen him engage in mischief. 

“Okay,” Armie says, soft. “Okay. Tell me what you wanted to tell me.”

By now Ben has just about lost his nerve. He’s been overthinking as they waited, tethered to his desire to say it only by Armie’s hand.

“Tell me,” Armie says again. 

He should just say it.

“What are we going to like. Be. When next semester happens.”

The dust is irritating Armie’s nose, and he rubs it with his free hand. He hasn’t taken the other one away from Ben’s.

“What we are now. Or, I dunno. More, maybe. I guess it just depends on what you want.”

“I don’t know what I want…”

There’s a pang of hurt in Armie’s eyes, Ben can see that even in the dim light, and he hurries to explain himself. “I–I don’t know what I’m allowed to ask for.”

“Allowed? You can–you can ask for whatever you want. I guess, within reason?”

They both sound so uncertain, like they weren’t just kissing with the deepest degree of confidence, like they weren’t both thinking they had never kissed anybody that just felt–right–that way. The spell seems, well, not broken, but interrupted. Ben is wondering how to get them back into that comfortable groove, worrying that he is responsible for the universe going briefly off kilter.

“I know I want to keep–doing this.”

“Kissing.”

“Sure. More than that. If you like.”

Armie squeezes his hand. “Will you wait for me? This fall, can we…?”

It is an agonizing length of time to wait, sure, but it is something to anticipate. It is worth being three hundred miles apart all summer long, if it will lead to this.

“Of course I will.”

“You have to promise, Ben.” Armie pretends to sound huffy, but he can’t, he just sounds tender. “I’ll only accept it as a promise.”

“I promise,” Ben says, unhesitatingly.

What’s something everyone else likes that you don’t? Tea, roller coasters and eggs being a side for every breakfast platter at Denny’s.

Do you like waking up in the mornings, or would you rather sleep in? (Sweats) I tend to sleep in more, though I’d like to be more of an early bird. I’m a night owl by nature, oh well!

Seductive

(Modern au)

It’s been a long day, way too long. The bus came late, and the coffee shop messed up Hux’s order, and work was far more stressful than it should have been. A simple Friday somehow turned into a snarled mess. The bus home came late, too. He’s riding it now, texting Ren.

Fuck today, truly. I can’t wait to be home.

A tiny jangle, and there was Ren’s response.

Do I need to kiss it better?

Hux grins for the first time that day.

Yes, please.

Or maybe do better than that?

Hux chews on this inside of his mouth, looking around furtively. No one’s sitting next to him, no one’s paying him any mind at all. The closest passenger is four rows back. 

How so? I’d love details. 

Hm, I guess I’d make you work for it. It’d be too easy to just jump you at the front door. You’d have to come looking for me.

And where would I find you?

In the bedroom, duh. Where else?

Thought maybe the bathroom. The shower?

Later, maybe. For now. Bedroom.

It’s already doing wonders for Hux’s mood. 

Mmhm? Go on.

Am I gonna make you miss your stop?

After all this planning? Fuck no. I’m not getting home any later than I need to.

Okay good. So I’d be in there. Maybe I’d already be getting started because you’re running late and it’s arhrd to wait

Are you already doing this? Are you already getting started? Why the typos?

Maybe it’s meyhod acting

Fuck you, Ren.

Don’t miss your stop and maybe you’ll xacth me bfeore I finish

(Anon asked for this as well! Hope y’all enjoy! Canon verse.)

“You look really tired, General,” Ren says as he enters Hux’s quarters–uninvited, as usual. He’s here for one reason and one reason only, to get fucked. Usually, despite Hux’s poisonous tongue, he’s just as eager to get into Ren’s pants and there’s no problem, everything goes as smoothly behind the General’s closed doors as they do on the rest of the Finalizer. Today is not a usual day.

“I’ve been up,” Hux sniffs, already sounding loathe to admit what has kept him up. When Ren prods at him with the Force, so lightly that Hux doesn’t even notice, he finds a strange, misplaced well of tenderness. Towards what?

Before Ren can ask, there’s a tiny sound, so soft that Ren might not have noticed it if he were walking or speaking. Something from under the bed. Ren feels like he’s inspecting for contraband, so quickly does he go to his hands and needs to see what’s under there.

It’s Millicent, her eyes shining opal-green in the dim light, and four other little shapes surrounding her, squeaking and squealing. When Ren shifts to get a closer look, she hisses, tightening around the kittens protectively. Ren figures it out–Millie must have given birth the night before, and Hux must have stayed up worrying about her.

“All right, all right,” Ren whispers, getting up to address Hux again. “General, I have to ask–was this some kind of miraculous conception? Or are there other cats on board that I don’t know about?”

Hux rolls his eyes. “As much as the former would satisfy your love of the mystical, it’s the latter. Several other officers keep cats in their private quarters with special permission, though it’s been a bit bewildering figuring out whose is the father. I suppose when I get a better look at the kittens I’ll be able to figure it out, unless they all take after their mother.”

“Anybody else have a ginger cat?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“It would probably remind them too much of their superior.”

“You’re hilarious,” Hux says dryly. “Remind me that only fixed animals are permitted from now on.”

“So what are you going to do with the litter?” 

Hux considers this. “Perhaps officers who show some measure of worth can get them as rewards. Those who demonstrate the correct level of responsibility.”

“You trust them to die for you, I think they can manage to feed a cat.”

“You’d be surprised.” Hux peeks down under the bed to check on Millicent. She doesn’t hiss at him, Ren doesn’t fail to notice. “Anyway. It will be some time before that’s even an option.”

“Will you name them?”

“Do you have suggestions? Besides Vader?”

The fox is back today! So funny that it showed up again the day after I decided to tell you about it!