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It’s dark by the time he gets home. Hux supposes it’s always dark this time of year, and the combination of lab finals and grading papers because one of his TA’s is out sick (painfully convenient, really, all things considered) has kept him on campus later and later. He works on keeping his thoughts of Kylo out of his head during the day, although they have a tendency to creep back at the most inopportune moments. Layers of skin, peeled back to reveal the bone and flesh beneath, students dutifully taking notes, and all he can think of is the delicate, iridescent flesh of Kylo’s wrist beneath his, the sluggish heartbeat. A student with complicated plaits in her hair, and he yearns to do the same with Kylo’s, to doll him up, to make him perfect in a way only they understand. Sometimes he catches the eyes of a student, and they look at him the way Kylo did, before. When he was still Ben, still just a nothing who didn’t know his own potential.

Still, he tries not to dwell on those thoughts, tries to keep the anxiety about leaving Kylo alone for so long at bay. It’s rare, in the winter, for him to find Kylo too far out in the woods, but he also knows that the earth calls to him in ways Hux will never understand. Hux doesn’t think he wants to understand either. He likes his world clean and neat and orderly, but he cannot begrudge Kylo his little quirks, especially not after he’s given him so much and asked for so little in return.

“Love?” he calls out, voice echoing in the halls. The house is too big, but he wants room for Kylo to wander. He wants with everything in him to make this less of a house, to let Kylo make it a home. Millicent curls around his feet as he attempts to take his shoes off, and he gently but firmly scoots her over. Anxiety claws at him, and he finds himself hoping against hope that Kylo hasn’t made a mess again. He understands, as much as he can understand this sort of thing. The gnawing need for release, for escape. Part of him sympathizes, but not enough that Hux is willing to let him go fulfill that need.

          a flicker of ears, and he hears the stirrings somewhere in the house. it’s not loud, but it’s enough to make him lick his lips, jaws falling open. cason has long abandoned his human form in an effort to keep himself from his emotions ever since the witch had disappeared. but there’s hope now, a spark of it that stirs in his chest as he slinks from the corner of the room. he hangs low, like a predator hunting, ears pinned forward as he moves. his teeth even bare a little, just in case it isn’t who he’s hoping for.

          it’s foolish to hope, and he knows it.

          creeping forward, he makes his way ever closer to the room, only to draw his vulpine-like head upward, a noise of surprise in his throat as he sees the very familiar form in front of him.

“ -- can you at least PRETEND to eat dinner? The waitress is beginning to stare. ”

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→ ♔ ;; HE’S HEARD OF THIS day before. There’s a vivid memory that Hux has, of this day in the Academy. He had cracked his knuckles on the jaw of a boy who attempted to kiss him due to the nature of the–

                                   —holiday ? Was this of all things really considered a holiday ?

              Nevertheless, no one had ever tried to bother him on this day after that. Nobody wanted to risk a broken jaw for something they likely just considered a joke.

             And after that, Hux rarely gave this strange day any thought. No one would dare kiss him now, nor would they ask to do such a thing. In fact, he’s so certain of such a thing that over the years the General had almost completely forgotten about something as ridiculous as ‘Kiss a Ginger Day’.

                                                                     Almost.

             Apparently Ren had not though. Perhaps if more thought was given to it, Hux would have suspected to receive a kiss from the Knight at the very least. But as usual, his mind is elsewhere. Hyperfocused on his work like always.

             Hux finds himself in one of the empty corridors aboard the Finalizer when it happens. Momentarily he has stopped, replying to an important message that had popped up on his datapad. And before he realizes what is happening, there are two arms wrapping around him. Pulling, bringing him into an embrace. Instincts react quicker than he does && Ardell stiffens, body shifting into something almost defensive before he realizes who it is that has him. 

             Luckily that realization comes fast enough. He would feel pretty awful if his knee-jerk reaction to Kylo’s show of affection was smacking him in the face or something similar. 

             But any lingering anxieties are banished to the back of his mind with that kiss. Tension seeps out from his posture && Hux’s head tilts a little to return the kiss offered to him with a happy hum of approval. Only after a couple moments of reveling in the sweet && slow kiss does the ginger pull back, bumping their noses together slightly before he presses his forehead against Kylo’s with a crooked grin.

               Jayden Ren was doing is best to focus on his work, but a sweet, mysterious smell kept distracting him. After a while, it finally hit him: It was an omega in heat. He groaned, shoving his hand in his hair and pulling as he tried to resist. He was never one to behave around omega’s, particularly those that were currently on their cycle. 

               Eventually, he could no longer stand it and went searching for the source of that wonderful smell. It was purely instinct, he didn’t even stop to consider the odd nature of the problem. While he only had eyes for his brother, he was feeling completely fixated, only stopping once he realized the scent had lead him up to the chambers that he shared with his sibling. 

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Hux ducked into a nearby boardroom, the cracked datapad clutched to his chest. This was the third time today, when he’d-- he’d---

He leaned against the wall, mind reeling, panic starting to truly set in. He couldn’t be-- like that. Yet there had been five officers on the bridge, five witnesses. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down, trying to lose that new feeling.

If the Supreme Leader found out, he was doomed. He needed to-- get this under control. What if he really hurt someone? What if he was forced to leave his position? Why was this happening to him?

Shaking fingers swiped across the cracked screen, tapping out the query quickly. “How To Sever Your Connection To The Force” 

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