Writing prompts: The following are suggestions, feel free to pick and choose: 47 - your rarepair, 57 - kylux, 79 - modern emperors
47: “You’re cute when you’re angry.” The burly Stormtrooper Sergeant said with a nasty grin. “Like a lothkitten spitting because I took its toy away.”
The other stormtroopers laughed. It wasn’t a nice sound. Something about it made the hairs on the back of Matt’s neck stand on end.
Usually he tried to ignore the jerks and get on with his job but this time he abandoned his tools to peer out of the grating.
Seven stormtroopers were blocking the corridor. A waifish figure in a Petty Officer’s uniform was shaking with rage while they loomed over him. Matt would know those gelled locks anywhere.
The Sergeant raised a gauntlet covered fist.
“Hey! Don’t hurt him!” Matt shouted.
“Oh, look!” The Sergeant sneered. “Is that worthless radar tech really going to save y… argh! Fuck! You little shit, you broke my no…. ARGH!!”
Matt shook his head as the Sergeant went down bleeding and screaming under 107lbs of pent up fury.
“Oh babe, you’re going to end up on a charge again,” he sighed.
57: Hux had specifically asked that fire and evac drills not be run during his sleep cycle. He was absolutely certain he’d given that order.
Once he was back in his quarters he’d have to contact ops and rip someone to shreds.
It wasn’t that he didn’t respect the need for emergency simulations. He of all people knew how important they were. It was just… undignified.
Standing at the muster point in his pfassking sleepwear with random crew members pretending not to look at his bare legs and narrow shoulders and then Ren, godsdamn Kylo Ren looking like terror personified in robes and helmet, made everything worse by asking-
Hux felt his whole body blush. It was. And his boxers too.
79: Sharing a bed was a weirdly unfamiliar sensation. It shouldn’t have been.
From the fall of Arkanis until he became a cadet Hux had been used to bedding down wherever there was space and warmth. There had been sleep cycles where they’d slept five or six children to a mattress just to keep from freezing if the atmospherics failed.
Even after he’d graduated up to the guaranteed bunks of the dormitories doubling up had still regularly been necessary for survival. But that had been years ago.
He’d been in solo quarters for nearly a decade and however many lovers passed between his sheets they never, ever stayed.
Come to think of it- Hux had never meant to stay here either.
It had just happened once, after a long and thrilling night on the hunt. Then it had happened again a month later when they were both too sore and tired to move. Then with increasing regularity until somehow he had a preferred side of the bed. His knives were in the bedside table, his clothes were in the closet.
There were still some things in ‘his’ room- personal knick knacks and dangerous experiments by equal measure- but his day to day needs were right here.
An icy cold hand settled between his shoulder blades.
Yes everything he needed was right here.
The hand shoved him, hard, while the sheets were tugged away.
“Stop hogging all the blankets!”
Well, at least there was no risk of falling too deeply into gooey sentimentality.
With a speed his Likeness probably didn’t expect, Hux rolled over to pin the blanket liberator to the mattress.
Beneath him Hux- the other Hux, Eamon, his Likeness, his other, his sphalerite- glared up at him through bloodshot eyes.
“If you were cold you had only to say,” Auren purred, “I can think of a dozen ways to warm you up.”
“Oh fuck off and let me sleep.” It was more of a mumble than a proper protest, though the elbow aimed at his windpipe made Eamon’s seriousness quite clear.
Auren shrugged and rolled away enough to lay beside Eamon.
“That was always an option.” He said quietly as he manhandled the identical but different body of his Likeness so they lay back to chest.
“Bullshit.” Eamon said through a yawn.
Settling his hand on the slight outline of Eamon’s abs Auren kissed his neck. “Just you watch me, I’ll let you sleep for a whole twelve hours unmolested.”
“Do you think I can’t feel you poking my thigh?”
“I’m not doing anything with it, am I?” Auren muttered. “Go the fuck to sleep.”
Sharing a bed felt strange. Holding a lover close with no intention of doing more than sleep felt very, very weird. But oddly pleasant. Perhaps he could get used to it. He was getting used to everything else.
Of all the new experiences this backwards planet had given him- this was one he wouldn’t be willing to give up.
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