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pastelhosh  asked:

ok so i just read your mornings w/ hoshi scenario and it was the cutest thing ever!! can i request boyfriend!hosh? (also i really really like your writing style, keep up the good work bud)

Boyfriend! Hoshi

• Let’s start with his cheeks bc why not, I love em
• Would act all pouty when you squish them
• It’s just an act he secretly loves it
• Would also rub his cheeks on you when he’s feeling overwhelmed with love and just,,being cute (that smile tho :’))
• Anyway dating him would be so much fun tbh
• Would 1000% be the Dumb Idea advocate
• He’s always coming up with dance ideas and with the way he is don’t tell me he won’t be good at this too
• Like you’d be out at a mall or something and he’d see a fountain and nonchalantly be like
• “ugh I’m so hot all of a sudden let’s go there to cool off”
• 10 minutes later you’re kicked out for frolicking in the fountain
• It’s ok you had too much fun and your cheeks hurt from laughing
• If YOU had a dumb idea too tho don’t go to him expecting him to hold you back or something he’d be the greatest wingman for (harmless inoffensive) dumbassery of all time
• Would also make the biggest fool of himself if you found it even remotely amusing (like seok omg these two)
• Prides himself (a LOT) in the fact that he can make you at least crack a smile if not burst out laughing in literally any situation
• He just..gets really dumb and you end up laughing even if you don’t want to
• Best bf
• A LOT of funny dancing
• Has the time of his life when you join in
• Yeah,,cleaning up with music on is quite the sight with you two
• I don’t think he’d be SUPER affectionate in public, probably just occasional hand holding
• Which of course, is a different story in private, the little devil
• Always willing to cuddle, oh my god
• There’s also always the tickle fights and him just literally tackling you with love and affection both physically and emotionally but anyway
• Likes being the big spoon only marginally better than being the little spoon
• There’s just something about holding you in his arms that makes him all warm and fuzzy and melty and he feels like such a man (pats himself on the back, amazing)
• But then when you hold HIM, especially after a long, hard day,,,
• Yeah ok he loves both ways a lot
• Also the type to do the matching couple items thing, especially small things like phone charms/cases or keychains
• Probably gifted you hundreds of hamster-related things to remind you of him (that’d be so cute I’m crying at my own idea)
• Loves attention, if it wasn’t already clear, and ESPECIALLY from you
• Just shines like a diamond :^) even more when you’re looking at him
• God, the Extra,,be careful, it’ll wash off on you
• So much joy and just,,pure happiness tho, it’s so heart warming and extremely contagious
• Always at maximum level of sweetness, a l w a y s
• Especially with words
• Oh god, he’s such a cheeseball tho, he’d literally take almost anything anyone says and turn it into a love confession
• “Hm, it’s a little hot today”
• “The weather will never be as hot as the love I have for you”
• daMMIT, SOONYOUNG
• Tends to blurt things out and can’t keep secrets (which is no secret lmao) so if he’s planning on surprising you with a sweet gesture you’d definitely know about it right away, poor boy
• Would also sing to you if given the chance (his voice is so sweet y’all, pls appreciate)
• Has a serious side too, don’t get him wrong, he knows boundaries
• Also has that,,other side,,when he’s not being a fluffy squish,,that rude, “sexy” or whatever side (I’m still in denial skdjjd)
• He switches those sides so easily and sporadically it’s quite the workout for your heart rip
• So much teasing too, in every way ;) putting all those sides to use b y e
• Anyway most dates with him would probably be pretty active and/or competitive
• So something like go karts or laser tag, stuff like that are your go-tos, where he can run around and be as hyper as he wants to be and show off to you
• Is actually very considerate and empathetic, would understand the..hmm..technicalities(?) of relationships pretty well
• And he’s very caring so basically he’s everything you could ever need in a boyfriend ok


A/N: Aaaahhh thank you so much for reading and liking my stuff, and requesting!! I’m sorry it’s a bit late, but I hope you like it! I might add onto this later on if I have time and more ideas, like all my other headcanons 😅 But thank you so so much for reading!! 💞💞💞
(and oh god, I have such a soft spot for Hoshi, especially with the new comeback, so I enjoyed this a lot)

anonymous asked:

Post ROK scenario when Misaki and saru adopt kittens! And the kittens gets super attached to misaki, saru gets jealous over it🐱

I think I’ve read this doujinshi XD So Fushimi of course is not thrilled about the kittens, he’s got allergies and anyway he doesn’t like animals much and thinks they’ll be too much of a hassle. Maybe shortly after he and Yata move in together Yata finds like a box with like four kittens inside all tiny and abandoned and of course Yata can’t resist saving them and bringing them home despite Fushimi’s objections. The kittens are all skinny and a bit sickly, like maybe they’re even too young to be away from their mother and Yata’s all worried trying to see if he has enough extra cash to pay for a vet, Fushimi just sighs and tells Yata to come on, he called Scepter 4 to borrow a van and he’ll pay for the vet. The vet looks over the kittens and gives Yata and Fushimi strict instructions as to how to care for them, Yata’s determined to do this rather than giving them away because he’s already attached and has named half of them after Homra-related things, much to Fushimi’s annoyance (I know in that one doujinshi they named the cats after each other but imagine them naming the cats after members of their respective clans instead, like that sandy blond one keeps trying to play with everyone and being cheerful so its name is Totsuka and that red one is always sleeping so it’s Mikoto, this tiny black one is always gentle but then sometimes claws people so Fushimi starts calling it Akiyama and that other orange one is hyperactive and a little dim so it’s Doumyouji). Fushimi claims that Yata has to take care of the kittens all by himself but Yata catches him a few times awake in the middle of the night gently feeding the kittens with an eyedropper.

So soon the kittens have gotten old enough that they can fend for themselves a bit, Fushimi wants to get rid of at least some of them but Yata’s totally attached by now and even Fushimi’s cold black heart isn’t strong enough to stand up against four kittens and a sad Misaki. But soon Fushimi begins to notice that not only is Yata attached to the kittens but the kittens are really attached to him, always wanting his attention and cuddles and playing with. And because there’s four of them even when one kitten gets tired there’s always another one there, to the point Fushimi feels like he never sees Yata without a cat in his hands. I can imagine this being like a double jealousy on Fushimi’s part too, he’s annoyed that Yata’s paying more attention to the kittens than to him but he’s also secretly a little dejected that none of the kittens seem terribly attached to him (and imagine he tales this irritation to work, like Akiyama doesn’t understand why Fushimi-san snapped at him for ‘sleeping on Yata’s stomach all the time,’ like he’s never even really talked to Yata. Later Doumyouji is given extra paperwork while Fushimi complains about him licking Yata’s face).

Eventually I think Yata would notice that Fushimi’s in a worse mood than normal and would confront him about it, like they’ve promised to talk these things out from now on and he wants to know why Fushimi’s in such an awful mood and ignoring him all the time. Fushimi mutters that isn’t Yata the one who’s too busy, as one of the kittens wanders over demanding love. Yata’s all confused but at some point he manages to figure out that Fushimi’s jealous of the kittens and he just gets this fondly exasperated look as he says that if Fushimi wanted them to spend more time without the cats then just say so idiot. Fushimi clicks his tongue, not answering, and Yata leans over to hug him as he calls Fushimi an idiot, like do you really think I’d choose cats over you. Fushimi tries to act like he totally didn’t think that (even though he did) and mumbles that the cats hate him anyway. Yata points out that if Fushimi would stop ignoring them and keeping away from them the cats would love him. To prove his point Yata grabs one and sets it in Fushimi’s lap, Fushimi freezes and Yata leans against him as he encourages Fushimi to pet the cat. (And then Fushimi does and slowly warms up to the cats except now Yata’s the one getting a little jealous because of course the kittens are naturally drawn to Disney Princess Fushimi and suddenly Yata’s like wait why do they all like him more than me.)

Okay so very random strange? question, friends! 

Is there anyone out there with digital art capabilities (i.e. a tablet) and has really nice cursive writing because I definitely do not orz? I’m looking for a very small collab that would just be a handwritten, cursive title for one of my Royai Week prompts.

I’m willing to do a trade of sorts: a smol drabble (I don’t know the length ahhhh maybe 500-750 words for almost any pairing/AU/trope/subject you want?). And, of course, you would get credit for the image and my eternal gratitude :’D Let me know and thank you in advance if anyone is interested ladksfjsafj

anonymous asked:

You should definitely share your thoughts on Setsuna's reaction to the horror-human-lions because I'm really interested in this!

(hope I’m not stepping on @tucker-draws-things ‘s toes but their lion designs and Gundam 00/Voltron crossover are just *clenches fist* so good)

@smartass-telepath


The sky is an inky black, scattered with trails of stars every way he turns.

Setsuna has spent most of his life in space— hundreds and hundreds of years— but never has it felt like such an empty and unforgiving void.

He is alone, cast out into the bitter cold of the night sky itself. The Turn A has set him adrift and he wanders aimlessly through the universe until he finds the planet with the dark castle.

His feet move toward it of their own accord— he is drawn inside by something he cannot name. Even after he has passed through the doors and walked the deserted corridors, he does not know what has brought him here.

But he walks until night has fallen on this foreign planet and when he returns to the entrance of the castle, he is no longer alone.

The Lions have accompanied him to the night, although he does not know who or what they are, yet. He knows only that a great presence has awoken from this castle and he turns his face toward the sky until it resolves itself into five distinct beings.

The ground disappears from beneath Setsuna’s feet and, when he looks down, he finds that the planet and its dead castle have likewise vanished.

He is suspended between the stars, but it is not cold. And he is not alone.

Something is behind him, something that burns with power and he turns, quickly, to face it.

The Red Lion stands its ground silently as it watches Setsuna. It makes no move to attack, or to talk, but great orange flames rise from its body to lick around its head and its eyes burn so brightly that they kindle something inside Setsuna as well.

Yes, he thinks he understands.

And as soon as he does, the flames disappear. Setsuna turns in vain as he looks for the Lion and its blazing heart.

There is nothing here but silence and stars.

And then movement, and a strange slowly swishing sound above him. He reacts too late— there is pressure on his shoulder and nothing solid beneath his feet. Panic builds as he is turned with webbed fingers and he has not felt this vulnerable in centuries.

But the Blue Lion’s garb flows gently around them and its eyes shimmer with ebbing light, begging him to understand.

The power of the gathering storm and the roar of the waves is not meant for him, but another.

Setsuna stares with wide eyes and then he nods.

And then this Lion too, is gone.

The Green Lion calls to him with a muted, warbled cry.

He turns to see its thin limbs outstretched and he reaches out to take hold of its hands. They close around him like thorns, but do not pierce him. They are one with the hoary branches protruding from its back and the new growth of soft pale flowers across its face.

The forest asks that it may end its age-long vigil.

When the Lion disappears, Setsuna is already waiting for the arrival of the next.

It comes with a gust of wind that is familiar to Setsuna as the land in which he was born. It comes with warmth, and with light, which it bestows to him gently, from its rough, sandy hands.

It is both the sunrise and the stone from the foundations of the earth itself. And Setsuna feels comforted as the Yellow Lion finally draws away.

The quiet moments that follow grow long enough that Setsuna wonders if this is everything— if he is being left alone again with this.

He does not think that he minds, even though he could search the four corners of the unknown universe before finding all that these beings seek. Such rare lives, such strong souls, these paladins that were to be.

But the Lions have not finished with him yet, he realizes as the stars themselves begin to blur until they become something not-quite-solid but more real than anything he has seen in any world.

The Black Lion is everything— it is the cosmos itself, the heart of the universe and everything contained therein. It is old and it is strong and it has been wounded more deeply than words could describe in any language, in any tongue.

Tears spring unbidden to fall down Setsuna’s face as he stares upward.

The Lion’s hands— each finger longer than his head— curl around his face with infinite tenderness as it bends toward him.

It understands Setsuna and Setsuna understands it as well.

He knows who the Lions seek.

He knows where they will be found.

He knows—

And it is when he knows that the Black Lion smiles and shimmers back into stardust.

He knows where he must go.

Victuuri Week // Day 1 // AU: A Different Career - The Photographer & The Model

Viktor was much more beautiful in person than Yuuri was ever expecting 
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psa for the yoi fandom: russian names & how to use them

Russian guides: masterpost | patronyms | terms of affection | answered asks

I’m going to start by swearing this isn’t me just complaining but a general resource for the Yuri on Ice fandom because I’ve noticed some mistakes in the naming conventions used among the fandom and want to help correct them. Especially in how the fandom treats diminutives. I absolutely love seeing the huge amount of interest in Russian diminutives, etc. in fanart and fics and hopefully this breakdown will help continue that trend and interest and even spur some more ideas in fandom content.

So let’s go through some important details below the cut!

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Castiel is staring again.

It happens every time they’re apart for more than just a couple of hours and, actually, it’s kind of comforting when you get used to it. A routine of sorts - a look that Dean understands to mean Let me check if you’re not injured, enveloped with a squint if he even dares to claim that he’s fine before Cas’s examination is over.

Nowadays, Dean just sits in front of the TV in his room and doesn’t complain about the pair of eyes fixed on his face. It’s not like Sam is there to see and tease them about it. As it is, he doesn’t mind.

“You’ve met another angel today,” Cas says then, out of the blue. That has never happened.

Dean frowns. What? “How do you—”

“The osculation residual.”

“The what?”

Castiel lets out a huff and squints harder. “They left a kiss on you.”

“Nobody kissed me.”

“I don’t mean your kind of kiss. The angel’s feather must have stroked over your skin. It left a mark on you.”

Dean rubs at his cheek but stops when Cas shakes his head. “What now?”

“It’s not something you can remove,” he explains, pausing to search for the right words. “I believe you call them ‘freckles’.”

No way.

“How can you tell, though? I have so many of them, I’d never notice a new one.”

Castiel simply looks at him and tilts his head. “This one’s not mine,” he says like it’s completely obvious—like Dean himself should have known this all along.

He hasn’t. And now he does. And he does not know what to do about it.

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eternal mood (inspired by this textpost

Chubby body appreciation post tho???

Soft bodies are so?? GOOD??
Big tummies are good pillows and good kissing surfaces.
Tummies with stretch marks?? GOSH, YES??? It’s like nature itself is putting down a trail of lightning that says “KISS HERE PLEASE”

And chubby/fat arms though? Can we JUST? Thighs and stomachs get a lot of love (and rightfully deserved) but can we talk about ARMS??
That cute arm chub that I just want to be wrapped up in a hug and a snuggle in? SO PRECIOUS?? 
People with such soft, cuddly arms that there’s lil bumps and stretches from cellulite?? CUTE??

And soft necks? Necks with some squish on them? Very extra kissable?? And squishy cheeks GODDD I WANNA SMOOSH YOUR CUTE CHEEKS KISS ALL OVER YOUR FACE!!! And when people have chubby cheeks and lil dimples?? Or when they have high cheekbones so when their cheeks are chubby they’re VERY prominently chubby?? THIS IS GOOD AND FANTASTIC??

And THIGHS. My god. Thick thighs are never praised enough no matter how hard one tries. Big, soft laps are so perfect for laying your head on! And stretch marks on big thighs? Cute lightning patterns to trail your fingers over or gently kiss when you’re already laying in their lap?? YES!!
Cellulite on thighs is also so so good and cute!! Dimples in cheeks are wonderful and so are dimples in thighs and butts?? CUTE!!!

Hips with squish over them?? GAH!! I CANNOT HANDLE!!! Please be more confident with your hips (if you feel comfortable) because when you are you give me LIFE!!!

Back rolls?? CUTE and very fun to trace hands over and hold onto during snuggles!! Looks very cute all the time! 

Chubby/fat bodies in crop tops and short shorts?? YES!!! CUTE!!!

Chubby/fat bodies in sweat pants and a tshirt? EXTRA SOFTNESS TO THE SOFT CUTIE!!!

Chubby/fat bodies in swimsuits?? VERY CUTE?? Swim trunks and soft belly is very very good!!
One pieces that cling tight to your stomach or ride up your thighs are still cute no matter what anyone says!!
Two pieces? GOOD!!! You look so cute! Don’t feel obligated to cover that adorableness if you don’t wanna!! 

Chubby/fat bodies in lingerie?? SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!! When stomach is tucked into cute underwear it is very very adorable and when there’s chub over low rise underwear it’s also very very cute and endearing!! THIGH HIGHS?? UGH, MY HEART. I KNOW THAT THEY PROBABLY ARE FALLING DOWN CONSTANTLY BUT THANK YOU FOR WEARING THEM YOU’RE DOING US ALL AN AMAZING SERVICE.

In conclusion:
Softness is good
I will kiss you all over
Holding you and feeling handfuls of squish is amazing
I love you

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omgcpwomenfest femlash/wlw day

Georgia Martin/Suzanne Bittle based on @des-zimbits Gay Hockey Moms AU

1. You look at a map of a city you’ve never been to.
You see patterns and street names and they tell you nothing. The map remains dead, the city unknown.
2. You go to the city you’ve never been to.
It becomes a city you know.
3. You look at a map of a city you’ve been to, but have left behind. As you look at the map, you remember.
You are looking at nostalgia. You walk through street names and remember the taste of cake in the café whose name you forgot, but you remember its yellow walls and comfy chairs. A square is no longer four lines on a map, but an open space with people and statues and laughter and a fountain in the center. The monotonous, two-dimensional blue that indicates an ocean turns into postcard memories, so many shades of blue and green and the smell of salt and fish. The famous building with the famous name that everyone knows is now a personal experience, it is yours and yours alone in a way that will never make it anyone else’s. A billion feet have walked these (now familiar) paths and two of them were yours. You can trace the steps you have taken and you remember feelings and colours and strangers who offered you a smile. There is the hostel you slept in, there is the river you crossed so many times, there is the corner where you listened to the most amazing street musician. You fondly whisper street names that you had trouble pronouncing when you first spoke them, clumsily. You connect dots, and they turn to images in your head.
The map is alive, the city an old friend.
4. The map you look at is always the same; the perception is different. It is you who has changed.
—  p.s. // every time i look at a map I have a feeling that is hard to put into words

i still remember playing animal crossing on the gamecube with my brother and we pissed off mr resetti one too many times so he WOULD NOT LET US PLAY until we had WRITTEN A FORMAL APOLOGY LETTER he told you exactly what to write and you just had to type it out, exactly, letter for letter, and if you tried to cuss him out instead HE KNEW and he was FURIOUS and you literally could not continue to play the game until you had written mr resetti a formal apology for making his life hell

john and sherlock telling the story of how they met as a bedtime story, featuring: 

  • bickering over whether it’s dishonest or just dramatic effect to start with “it was a dark and stormy night” because “it was a very mild january afternoon” just doesn’t have the same ring to it
  • john as the Poor Broken Knight, which sherlock takes offense to because obviously john is the Knight of Light, to which john responds that he wasn’t the Knight of Light back then, he was a dreadfully poor knight with a broken brain that none of the healers or sages could fix, to which sherlock huffs but he allows it. 
  • sherlock as the Prince. “just the Prince?” “well, what else? the Consulting Prince?” “i rather thought the Pirate Prince.” “now who’s being dishonest. fine. you were the Pirate Prince.”
  • mike stamford as the fairy godmother, who tells the Knight that he will need to save the Prince three times, and the Knight is like, come on. who’d want me to save them? and the fairy godmother laughs and says, you’re the second person to say that to me today (because, you see, he also told the Prince that the Prince needed to save the Knight).
  • so the Knight agrees to go meet the Prince, and as soon as he meets the Prince he really does want to save him so when the Prince tells him to meet him at the Old Crone’s Tower the next day, he goes. “you better not let mrs hudson hear you calling her that.” “it’s fine, the Old Crone took an herbal soother an hour ago, she’ll be out like a light.”
  • anyway, the Knight goes to meet the Prince, and Tower is wonderful but kind of a mess, and it’s still a mess honestly and it would be nice if the Prince would take the rubbish out on his own sometimes. but the Knight can’t possibly imagine that the Prince will want him around, or he’ll get tired of having a broken Knight around soon at least, or– “john. john, no, even then, it was important. i wanted you here. it felt. it felt important.” 
  • then the Hunter interrupts, and tells them that a Dragon has been terrorizing the village. so they go to the scene, and the Knight learns that the Prince has the power of Sight, where he can See all kinds of things that other people can’t. “it’s not a magic trick, john.” “it felt like one.”
  • the Hunter’s Hounds bark and nip at the Prince’s heels, but the Knight isn’t sure if he needs to save the Prince from them, so he says nothing. “i should think not. anderson and donovan? i could handle them.” “oh yeah sure you did. mmmhmm. right.”  
  • so the Prince used his Sight to understand what had happened to the villager. “though the Prince did need the Knight’s help to See it all.” but then: poof! the Prince disappears! “sorry! i wasn’t used to having someone with me!” “i know, i know. it was very mysterious, though.”
  • and the Knight is kidnapped by the Wizard of Spooky Bureaucracy, stop laughing i couldn’t think of a better name, who threatens the Knight and the Prince. but the Knight defeated him by passing his test of loyalty to the Prince, and the Wizard of Spooky Bureaucracy transported him back to the Old Crone’s Tower as a prize, where the Prince was waiting for him. and so the Knight defeated the first evil. 
  • then the Prince took the Knight for a grand Italian feast, and cast a dangerous spell on him that healed his brain and let him run again. the Knight thought maybe the Prince was hitting on him, and he tried to hit on the Prince back, but the Prince– “panicked.” “oh, is that what you call that?” “yes. i hardly expected to get as far as i had.” “and the next seven years were just what? extended panic?” “…basically?” 
  • once the Knight was healed, they went back to the Old Crone’s Tower, where the Knight wanted very very much to kiss the Prince but they’re interrupted again by the Hunter and his Hounds. and the Hounds sniff and dig and unearth the Prince’s past, which was very rude. “i never did figure out why you stayed, after you found out, you know. about all of that. with your sister.” “i know. i thought about it a lot actually, about whether i was just signing up for more of the same. i’d given up on her because it was just a waste of my time, you know?” “so why did you stay?” “because i knew with you, it would never be a waste of my time. i would always fight for you. i will always fight for you.” “you’ll never have to fight that fight again, john. i promise.” “but if i did. if i did. i would fight it. you’re not perfect; i don’t expect you to be. i just…i only expect that you will let me fight for you.” “john. john. mmphhhhhhhmmm” “mmmm” “mmmmm” 
  • okay okay okay. anyway. the Knight knew then that he did have to defeat the Hounds, and he did defeat them by believing in the Prince. by listening to the Prince, even when the Hounds barked at him not to. and so the second evil was defeated. “and the Prince had just about fallen in love with the Knight.” “shh. we’re not there yet.” “i was, though. i was.” “i know. me too.” 
  • and then they had to battle the Dragon, who managed to steal the Prince away while making it look like the Prince had abandoned the Knight. but the Knight knew better already, and knew that the Prince needed him, and so he hailed a chariot and raced after them. and he arrived just in time to see the Prince doing something very, extremely, insanely stupid, and so he pulled out his sword and shot it straight into the Dragon’s heart. “it was stupid.” “i know it was. i haven’t a clue what you thought you were doing.” “i dunno. either i was right, and i deserved everything i thought we maybe could be, or i was wrong, and you wouldn’t have to go through the disappointment of me.” “sherlock holmes-watson. that is the stupid thing you have ever said in your life. come here.” 
  • and so the Dragon was defeated, and the Knight saved the Prince, and the Prince saved the Knight. 
  • and they didn’t live happily ever after, not quite yet. but they did start living, and that’s the thing about endings after all: you have to live through the beginnings and the middles to find out just how brilliant and fantastic and good the endings can be.

anonymous asked:

Hux has been in a loveless marriage with someone high up in the First Order since he was in his early 20s, it was purely political and arranged by his father. Hux meets his new co commander Kylo and eventually starts an affair with him

[Admiral NICOL, 03:07]: My Destroyer will be crossing paths with yours in two standard days. I’ll be coming on board to see you.

[General HUX, 03:08]: As you wish.

[Admiral NICOL, 03:08]: You will be ready for me.

[General HUX, 03:09]: Of course.

[Admiral NICOL, 03:11]: I expect your wedding band to have not left your finger since my last visit.

[General HUX, 03:12]: It has not.

[Admiral NICOL, 03:13]: Good. Have there been any major changes since my last visit?

“Who are you messaging?”

Hux is sitting back against the headboard of his grand bed, and looks up from his datapad and back down to where Kylo lies beside him, eyes blinking open slowly from his sleep.

“Nicol,” Hux answers with a sneer, reaching to brush Kylo’s hair from his eyes. “He’s coming to visit in a few days.”

Kylo groans. Underneath the covers, he slides his arm around Hux’s waist, leaning in closer to kiss Hux’s hip, pressing his open mouth against his pale skin and sucking gently.

“He can’t find out about us,” Hux says, eyes locked on the way Kylo’s lips look divine against his skin. “We’ll have to stay away from each other.”

“Can’t do that,” Kylo murmurs. “I have to be with you. You’re not his to command.”

It’s as though the golden ring around Hux’s finger tightens at Kylo’s taunting words. Hux looks down at it as Kylo shifts next to him, sitting up beside him.

“He’s my husband, Ren. I have to–”

Hux’s sentence melts away into Kylo’s mouth, consumed by his kiss, every one of his thoughts shifting away from his husband and to Kylo Ren; the one Hux wishes he was betrothed to.

“He’s not your husband, Hux,” Kylo says, shaking his head. “You see him once a year where he comes on board, has sex with you, threatens to contact your father about your lack of progress since his last visit, then leaves. A husband is supposed to kiss you good morning, bring you flowers, hug you when you’re down, hug you when you’re happy, fight anyone who brings harm to you, stay with you regardless of differences. So, forgive me for refusing to leave your side once that idiot is on board.”

Hux blinks, amazed and enamoured; feelings that have never once graced his heart in the years he’s been married to Admiral Nicol.

“Careful, Ren,” Hux says, reaching up to cup Kylo’s cheek. “You sound as though you’re plotting treason against my husband. ”

Kylo smiles, eyes locked with Hux’s, a sparkle in his dark eyes that Hux has never seen before. But he’s distracted suddenly by Kylo’s hand smoothing along his own, gliding up his fingers with the gentlest touch that Hux has ever felt. There’s a soft grip around his ring, pulling it away from him until it’s completely off and cast aside, tossed into the darkness that surrounds Hux’s bed.

Kylo says nothing, though neither does Hux. Instead, Hux picks up his data pad, finding his messaging application still open, Nicol’s question still unanswered. With a smirk on his lips, Hux begins typing.

[General HUX, 03:31]: Yes, sir. I’m afraid quite a lot has changed in your absence. But I’m sure we will discuss things upon your arrival to my ship. Let us hope that your journey is a safe one. Best wishes, dear husband, and long live the First Order.