Or Sunday, oops, as it crossed midnight while I was typing. I saw a few people doing this and thought, what the heck. Here are a couple of things I wrote more recently.
proof of life 2550 words, explicit, warning for intentional self-injury (see end note). In which Hux is Secretly Disgusting, and I actually wrote a proper summary instead of just picking a quote!
Ren is far from the Finalizer, at an outpost with unreliable communications. He has been there for almost a month, and even optimistic forecasts have him there for another. Hux has reviewed the data, analysed the evidence. He does not want to think anymore.
Observations on Treachery, In Which The Case Against Maj. Armitage Hux Is Fully Refuted, Written By Himself 5600 words of the most dedicated crack (so far), rated M. Familiarity with the actual Reynolds Pamphlet, or the song, not required.
The charge against me is a connection with one Luke Skywalker, for the purposes of delivering classified First Order intelligence. My real crime is an amorous connection with his apprentice, for a considerable time while our true identities were concealed.
shadowplay 2400 words, explicit, started out as crack but then I upset myself and thought I’d share. I might be writing a sequel that’s even worse.
“Why are you still here?” Hux asked, as if it wasn’t obvious. He tensed in Ren’s grip, just enough to make him push back, and his weight felt good. “Don’t you have mystical things to do?” He punctuated the mystical with a squeeze of his thighs around Ren’s. “Somewhere else?”
“I’ll be away at least a month,” Ren said. “Maybe I’ll miss you.”
hidden 1440 words, rated M, part 2 of what I came to think of as the December Suffering Trilogy (these last 3 fics, connected only by my writing them in December and the gross amounts of Suffering, most of it Hux’s. And mine).
fever to tell 7900 words, explicit. My longest single work, and one I wrangled and rewrote for MONTHS so I’m extra proud to have published. Dub-con elements, please read the end notes or shoot me an ask if you wanna check of this is the fic for you.
For all the comfortable familiarity of the morning, Hux’s heart races as if it is the first time, Kylo’s body and care luxuries he is still reeling from, eager for. Something inside is urging him to take this chance and use it well, before it is taken away.
Hux was waving the thought like an obscene placard, and when Kylo latched onto it he made a low sound, half surprise and half pleasure, grip tightening around Kylo’s wrist.It was crude, but appealing nonetheless, and it rose up on a seething mass of images and emotions that Hux hadn’t a hope of concealing now. Kylo took a deep breath, centring himself, resisting the temptation to just take and take.
Hux thinks he understands what Kylo Ren wants from him. So does Kylo Ren.
So. Yeah. Please read my things?? I’ve been finding it hard to keep up with fic lately, so I’d be interested to see other self-rec lists in case there are any I’ve missed from folk (or any I desperately need to reread!).