#solohux

I made a kylux community on livejournal

https://kylux.livejournal.com/

please check it out. I remember livejournal from back in the day and believe me it’s pretty effective. We can collectively post art, fanfiction, role play, and discussion in one place and frankly i don’t see antis being a problem because they have to go out of their way to do it. Livejournal  doesn’t have the search issue that tumblr has. Only content posted to the community will show up there is no search for anti content soooo… please come on over and just….start posting.

Just dump it in and let’s get started!

@solohux @huxben @jeusus @starkickback

@kyloream - you’re such a good friend; you’ve made me full on cry with feels and laughter and brainstorming through messages with you is one of the highlights of my day

@solohux - your fics are all beautiful sculptures draped in gold and I want Screaming Colour tattooed on my own s k i n, please never stop what you’re doing

and

@penpenhooray - Wake Up Sleeper changed my goddamn life and I think I message you more than anyone else, the stories I’ve woven with you have been pure escapism and I’ll keep this up for forever if I can

Evening Anon-Friendo! :D 

Hux is a city fox, hard to coop up, but sometimes he does feel cooped up and the urge to wander is far too great. He always promises to return by sunup and he always does, until he doesn't. It has become so routine, so assured that Hux will just be back like he says he'll be, that Ren doesn't even stay up waiting, and it's well past breakfast time before Ren realizes Hux hasn't returned. No muddy pawprints, no evidence at all. 

A fox carries no phone, no money, no means of getting in touch. No weapon. And so Ren waits with his stomach in knots until lunch, and he finally goes out looking.

He walks for thirty minutes before he finds his fox, trembling under a bench by a bus stop near the college campus. There's a Starbucks nearby, and Hux has kept himself fed overnight on thrown-away crusts of breakfast sandwiches and pumpkin muffins. There's dried blood on his snout. When Ren crouches down to take a look, the fox darts into his arms, and lets himself be carefully stowed in the carrier Ren has brought with him. Not suspicious or anything. Ren supposes people see stranger things in a city like this. 

Back home, Hux releases the fox form, and Ren examines him, a naked man with a bloody nose.

"What happened?" Ren asks.

Dogs. Cars. Any number of dangers in the city. Would Ren lock him up, keep him from wandering? Dogs and cars hurt people, too. There's no guarantee of safety either way. 

"I'd keep you safe," Ren says.

People talked behind Matt’s back. He knew it. He let them think he didn’t, but he knew. What he didn’t know is that they weren’t necessarily always talking about him.

Techie was hearing, so he knew perfectly well what was being said. About Matt, about himself. He also knew that he definitely didn’t want to talk about it. Matt treated him normally, and while he knew intellectually that nothing would change if Matt knew, it was still a frightening concept. Matt didn’t know when his words deserted him, because there was no difference between signing so Matt could understand him and signing because he had no other choice.

Eventually, though, the day came where they had to talk about it.

It had started off as an ordinary day, up until lunchtime. Matt and Techie usually tried to coordinate their lunch breaks so they could eat together, and they were walking to the mess hall when Techie suddenly stopped, reacting to something a stormtrooper had said as he passed. He whirled around, signing furiously.

“Fuck you! Fuck you!” he signed, then stuck his middle finger in the air in a sign that wasn’t technically part of any sign language, but that the stormtrooper undoubtedly understood.

The stormtrooper just laughed and kept walking, and Matt grabbed his partner’s hand and moved them out of the way of anyone else before pointing towards the departing stormtrooper and then raising his palms in a questioning shrug.

“What was that?”

Techie fought back tears as he shakily signed, “Called me…” then paused, not knowing a sign for that particular word, so he simply fingerspelled it. Matt gasped; it was not a nice word. He had half a mind to catch up to the stormtrooper and show him precisely why no one called him names where he could lipread them, not anymore, but Techie needed him right now.

Having been called that word himself in the past, and remembering that Techie had signed instead of shouting, Matt touched his finger to his ear and then his mouth, then pointed at Techie with a quizzical expression. “Are you deaf, too?”

Techie closed his fingers twice to sign “No”, then pointed to himself and shook his head while tapping his fingers against his chin to sign “I can’t talk.”

Matt stared at him for a moment. Techie was avoiding his gaze even more than he usually did, glaring somewhere past Matt, although he knew Techie would still see his signs. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

Techie finally let a few tears spill as he raised his fists and then jerked them towards himself, opening his palms. “Scared.”

Matt pulled Techie into a tight hug and then pulled him to their quarters, where he signed “I love you. I’ll always love you. Don’t worry.” Techie leaned in to kiss him, and Matt returned the kiss enthusiastically, settling them both on the sofa. Techie cried in earnest, but it was more with relief than anything. Relief that he had finally told Matt his secret, and Matt was treating him the same as always, not pitying him or mocking him. Techie laughed a little through the tears when Matt kissed his tearstained cheeks and up to his puffy eyes. Neither of them really wanted to go back to the mess, and they had enough snacks stashed away that they didn’t really need to. This was where they needed to be.

A few notes: I wasn’t sure how to say this in the actual fic, but Techie doesn’t just go around signing to everyone with Matt being the only one who doesn’t know, it’s just that Techie is already in signing-mode because he’s with Matt and is nonverbal right then anyway, so signing just kinda automatically happens. Usually if he’s nonverbal and not around Matt, he just kinda doesn’t talk. I dunno if I’m making anything any clearer here, lol.

In my head, Techie is nonverbal here because he’s autistic, but if you want to read him as having another speech disorder, that’s fine too.

I actually don’t know ASL so there was a lot of Googling and piecing together sentences here for the purposes of describing signs so if you know ASL, please feel free to correct my grammar or sign choices!