#sitharmitage

Hux’s reaction was priceless: first he looked confused, then dismayed, then shocked, his eyes narrowing, lowering, and widening and his face going from pale to pink to red. Kylo waited until Hux’s features were completely contorted with rage before he stepped close and wrapped his arms around his general’s waist, conveniently pinning Hux’s arms at his sides.

“Oh,” he murmured into Hux’s ear, unable to keep the grin off his face any longer, “are you a present?”

“Obviously,” Hux spluttered, twisting in Kylo’s grip but unable to free himself.

“You won’t fuck this up at all,” Hux said, focusing on Kylo’s left ear to avoid looking him in the eye. With a face full of makeup, a neck laden with the biggest jewels Hux had ever seen out of a holodrama, and a dress that accentuated his chest to a nearly obscene degree, Hux sincerely doubted that anyone would be paying attention to what the Supreme Leader had to say during his first address as Emperor. He himself wouldn’t be able to concentrate, not when he knew he’d have a perfect view of Kylo’s bare back where the dress dipped down to his waist.

“Walk me out, then,” Kylo said, offering Hux his arm. In a moment of weakness, Hux met his eyes and found them warm, inviting, and amused. Hux grasped his arm. He was well and truly lost.

this is especially noticable lately. and its why i can always go back to you and survive in my mcu fic bookmarks on ao3

i mean, i exist in a state of “not enough of [thing]? *rolls up sleeves* i guess i’ve gotta do it” so...basically the more people are like “darkfic is bad” the more darkfic I’m going to end up writing