killing me, killing you

walker-of-yggdrasil  asked:

Angs prompt idea :) : Kylo turn back to the light and become Ben Solo again and Hux expect to stay with him in sake of their love (maybe he want to redeem himself too ?) Except that Ben is now disgusted by him/ forgot totally about him and only see him as a fanatic terrorist (I'm sorry :D)


Hux can’t help but stand from the bench in his cell and leap towards the door when he sees Kylo suddenly standing on the other side, finally come to his lover’s rescue. Hux has been imprisoned by these barbaric bounty hunters for weeks now, spending every second of his time in captivity wishing to see his brave and beautiful knight on the other side of the door.

But as Hux stares at Kylo through the reinforced glass, he doesn’t feel the sense of elation he thought he would.

Kylo looks…different. Instead of his infamous black robes, he’s wearing a pair of navy slacks, a white shirt and a black vest. Even his hair; the luscious locks of dark hair that Hux hated to love is tied back into a messy bun at the nape of his neck, hidden as though forbidding Hux from running his fingers through it like he’s missed doing.

Kylo’s dark eyes are filled with light, a sparkle that looks like hope and no sign of any sort of darkness that Kylo’s soul is supposed to be filled with. Hux swallows hard but regardless, as soon as Kylo has opened the door to his cell, Hux’s arms are around his neck in the strongest hug he’s ever given. Having his lover come to his rescue is almost enough to send Hux into tears but he holds them back, burying his face in Kylo’s shoulder.

Only when Hux’s mind has quietened does he realise that Kylo has remained abnormally still.

“Ren?” Hux whispers, frowning. “Why won’t you hold me?”

As Hux’s wishes, Kylo’s hands find themselves on his waist and, for a moment, the galaxy is right.

But even the burn of a sun’s supernova wouldn’t be as painful as feeling Kylo’s hands push him away. Hux stumbles back with a startled gasp, eyes wide with fear.

“Ren?” Hux doesn’t understand. The man in front of him looks like his Kylo but everything about his movements and expressions is screaming at Hux to back away from him.

The imposter flexes his fingers, and Hux can’t help but glance to the lightsaber hanging from his belt and then to the blaster in the holster on his opposite hip.

Kylo despises blasters.

“That’s not my name,” Kylo says, and Hux feels his stomach drop. “My name is Ben. Solo.”

“No,” Hux gasps, shaking his head. “Your name is Kylo Ren. Master of the Knights of Ren and heir to the Dark Side. Ben Solo is dead. You told me so yourself!”

Hux recalls the countless times that Kylo has recited stories from his childhood to him, telling him tales of a young boy called Ben who felt unloved and lost, a boy who was sacrificed in order for Kylo Ren to be born.

Hux shivers, feeling as though he’s staring down a ghost.

“The Resistance has bartered with your captors for your release, General,” Ben says, pulling a pair of thick binders off his belt. “And I’m here to arrest you.”

Hux opens his mouth to speak but a broken heave for air comes out instead, and he wonders whether the sound is his soul shattering into a thousand shards, piercing his heart, threatening to render him to his knees and beg for someone to wake him from this nightmare.

“It’d be best if you remained calm, Starkiller,” Ben sneers, spitting out the nickname that he’d whispered to Hux whilst kissing over his freckles, comparing them to stardust. “The Resistance are going to make you answer for your crimes against the galaxy. And snakes like you don’t deserve mercy.”

Ren, for stars sake! Snap out of it!” Hux cries, backhanding Ben across the face, whipping some hairs out of his bun. He hangs his head, hair obscuring his eyes. “They’ve done something to you! Manipulated you! It’s me, it’s your ‘Tidge, don’t do this. Please.”

Ben brings his communicator up to his lips, face still hidden to Hux’s eyes.

“This is Captain Solo. The prisoner is refusing to cooperate. I’m in need of back-up. Bring extra binders,” he says, and Hux flinches.

Yes, Captain. We’re on our way,” comes the static-y reply before Ben drops the comlink to the ground and stands up.

Hux’s breath is suddenly ripped away from him, an invisible hand curling around his throat as he’s pushed back to the wall, back hitting it with force to the point where he feels winded. Gasping, eyes wide, Hux clutches at his throat, terror swelling in every nerve when he looks up and sees the man he would give his final breath for attempting to steal it from him. Ben’s hand is outstretched, lip curled in a scowl, and Hux believes that his once-beautiful knight is going to kill him.

“K-Kylo…” Hux whispers, voice breaking, eyes slowly closing. “M-my moon and my s-stars.”

Ben falters for a moment, gasping as though in pain as he drops Hux from his Force-hold, and Hux can’t find the strength in his legs to hold himself up so collapses to the ground in a weakened heap, breathing ragged and broken. Tears stream down his cheeks, from the lack of air or from being completely heartbroken, Hux isn’t sure.

Either way, he doesn’t expect to look up and see Ben on his knees in front of him, eyes wide, dark and lost.

Ben cocks his head to the side as though a confused animal, eyebrows drawn together in a saddened frown, and Hux loses the remainder of his strength.

He lurches forwards, taking Ben’s plush lips up in a fervent and longing kiss, fill with desperation, a silent and absolute plea for Hux’s Ren to come back home.

“It’s me,” Hux whispers. “Ren. Wake up. This isn’t you.

Ben blinks hard, shaking his head, mouth falling open as though to finally say something

“Captain Solo!”

Hux flinches back when Ben stands up so abruptly, turning to face the gaggle of Resistance fighters who stand in the doorway, blasters trained on Hux.

“Cuff him,” one of the men says. “Get him back on the ship and lock him in the brig. Scum.”

Hux stares up at Ben, wanting to whisper his name but finds that it won’t come; he doesn’t believe Ben is the name of the man in front of him. They’d kissed—and Ben had kissed him back.

He doesn’t take note of the binders being snapped around his wrists, he doesn’t growl when he’s hauled to his feet, but he whimpers when he’s dragged past Ben and out of his cell, looking back over his shoulder at the lost boy standing alone.

Ben Solo is dead,’ Hux thinks, closing his eyes in some sort of relief. ‘Kylo Ren is alive. He’s alive.’

As he watches the Starkiller be dragged away, Ben reaches up and touches his lips, feeling as though a spark is nestled upon them, sending shivers down his spine, recalling how the General’s kiss had made him feel.

It felt familiar, it felt warm.

And it felt like home, like rushing in to your lover’s arms after a long time away, like falling into bed and sleeping next to each other, like existing with someone inside a bubble and not caring what the rest of the galaxy is doing because this is home.

But Ben pushes his hand against his throbbing temple. This couldn’t be: this is the first time he’s even met General Armitage Hux. That’s what his mother and uncle have told him.

And his family wouldn’t lie….would they?

lucilaura  asked:

27 (for the prompt thing) Rafe x Reader ? ❤

This took way longer to finish than I planned SORRY but here you go B)

Title: Surprise, Surprise

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Summary: Rafe is a very punctual person. He rarely ever misses any work meetings or business affairs. Yet, he happened to forget a very important day of yours.

The moment your eyes opened, you had to squint in reaction to the bright sunlight in the room. The sun had filtered in through the pale white curtains, casting a beautiful golden glow into the room. You closed your eyes once more, your focus shifting to your other senses.

The cool air of the room caressed your skin, the silk of the sheets almost like cool water, the gentle rising and falling of skin beneath your fingertips, and the soft breath that played against your hair. You moved your head up and opened your eyes to look into the peaceful face of the man beside you.

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anonymous asked:

can you do 61 with luke alvez? :))

61: “Explain why there’s a bra under your bed.”

If it wasn’t for Roxy rummaging around under your bed you never would have found the bra that definitely didn’t belong to you. You knew that it was Garcia’s and it must have gotten there after she stayed over for drinks and dinner a few weeks ago but you decided to play a little prank on Luke.

“Good girl.” You patted Roxy on the head and got a few licks to the hand in return before taking the bra and walking into the living room where Luke was sat. “Babe, explain why there’s a bra under your bed.”

Luke looked back at you with confusion all over his face, he looked down at the bra expecting it to be yours but it wasn’t your style or size; not to sound cocky but he definitely knew your boobs well enough to recognise your bra.

“It’s not mine if that’s what you’re hinting at.” Luke joked, both he and you knew that he wasn’t the kind of person who would cheat, he was far too head over heels for that but he was confused as to how it got there.

“Mhm, it looks like something Penelope would wear. Are you sure you’re not fooling around with her on the down low?” You grinned and sauntered over to him, collapsing down onto the couch with the bra still hooked around your finger. Luke laughed at the accusation, realising slowly what you were doing.

“No, I think Derek might come back to the BAU just to beat me up if that was true.” You couldn’t stop the snort that escaped you, you dropped the bra onto the floor and clambered into Luke’s lap.

“Well, you’ve got your own baby girl right here.” You whispered in an over dramatic seductive voice before kissing him, both smiling too widely at the cheesiness of your words.


Have some doodles because I need so much more with this couple–

#THE TWO GIRLS I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT#GOD i love devorah’s design#SHE IS DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS HHHHHHHHHHH#<3 <3 <3 <3 <3#chehel will pay her ALL the compliments#that is no task at all for an Iranian#DEVORAH WILL BE A NARCISSIST IN SHORT TIME#SELF-ESTEEM WILL NO LONGER BE AN ISSUE#/shot#also i’m cracking up because when i saw helvi i immediately thought#this is why hrorek has a crush on her:#she’s clearly willing to kiss hairy things#THAT’S THE GIRL FOR HIM#/killed#(i am gonna keep beating this running joke to death IDC)



the most romantic interaction i’ve ever had in skirmish: when enemy genji used swift strike on me, then ran to a health pack and shot shurikens at it, telling me to use it


supernatural out of context

Soft boys in flower crowns, this must be heaven (ᅌᴗᅌ✿) 

(Please, do not repost)