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Kylux prompt: "Then don't." Thank you. You're writing is amazing and I love reading your creations (even if they sometimes leave my feels shattered into a million tiny pieces :D ).

For most, the rising of the fresh morning sun means the beginning of a new day where the troubles of the previous hours are forgotten.

But for Armitage Hux, it means letting go of the night before.

“Ben?” Hux whispers, feeling the dead weight of his lover pressed up against his back in as they lie together in his bed, legs in a tangle. “Ben. Darling, it’s dawn.”

“Nngh,” Ben moans, nestling his nose as deep into the crook of Hux’s neck as it’ll go, his breathing returning to its usual heaviness when he’s sleeping.

“I’m afraid so,” Hux replies, prying himself out of Ben’s hold to roll over and face him, chest-to-chest. “You need to go back to your own room before Master Luke checks on us.”

Ben grumbles, cracking his eyes open just enough to realise that dawn is indeed upon them and their time spent in Hux’s bed in his private chambers at the New Jedi Academy is over for the time being.

Using the Force, Hux drags the blankets from Ben’s body, exposing his pale skin to the cool air of his room, and he shivers.

“Alright, Hux, fuck,” Ben whines, standing up before grabbing his black sleep robe from the chair, pulling it around his nude frame. “You don’t even know that Uncle Luke would have a problem with us seeing each other like this.”

“Jedi are forbidden to have attachments,” Hux repeats, pointing to his ginger padawan braid before gesturing to Kylo’s. “I’m not prepared to risk it.”

Ben’s eyes seemingly glaze for a second and Hux frowns, sensing a shift in his lover’s centre.

“What are you scheming, Solo?” Hux asks.

“Nothing,” Ben says. “Just…We may not be Jedi forever. Someday, I’ll be able to stay in your bed all day.”

Hux smiles and can’t help the soft moan that escapes his lips at the mere thought of such a domestic life with Ben. No rules, no interference. Just the two of them, and the Force as their guide.

Ben sits down on the side of the bed, brushing his hand through Hux’s hair, catching his padawan braid in his fingers, leaning in to kiss him. Their lips meet gently, lazily kissing as the sun shines through the curtains, giving more and more light to the room with each passing second. Hux wishes it was dark.

“I don’t want to stop kissing you,” Hux moans, gasping, unwilling to let go of the handful of Ben’s dark hair that’s gripped between his fingers.

“Then don’t.” Ben presses his forehead against Hux’s, feeling the Force flowing between them in a connection that he’s never felt anything like before. It’s raw, emotional, unstoppable. And he knows Hux can feel it too. Whatever it is, it feels right.

“Stay,” Hux asks, begs, voice catching in his throat. “Please, Ben. My beloved. Don’t go.”

Ben smiles, unfastening his robe to slip back beneath the sheets, resuming his rightful place in the order of the galaxy: nestled as close to Armitage’s heart as he can possibly manage. Any closer and he’d be between his ribs, though Ben knows that it’d still feel like home.

We cannot solely rely on ‘luck’ to bring good fortune in our lives. As amazing as it may be, it is actually our actions that are the providers of happiness, tranquility and longevity. ‘Luck’ is never guaranteed, however, the efforts that we make and intentions that we have, are.

frozenbrimstone replied to your post “*looks at all the hockey reblogs, coughs awkwardly* oops…?”

I’ve also been having the same thing. like, okay, when did half the people I follow become hockey fans and why was it all at the same time.

batwynn replied to your post

I WAS WONDERING TOO. My entire dash is hockey, all day, all night. Hockey all the time.

My dudes, for real. All at once! One day my dash was Sterek and happiness, and how it’s hockey guys being all…hockey guys. Whatever they’re like, I don’t even know, because who cares about hockey.


spawn1644 replied to your post

From what I can tell, fans of Yurie on Ice and CP started watching actual Hockey (possibly because of curiosity or because they needed more knowledge for fic writing/reading), and then people just got really into it. At least that’s what I’ve seen from the people I follow who started posting it.

rhysiana replied to your post

So basically, a certain contingent of the omgcp fandom decided the Penguins were basically the irl Falconers and got super hardcore into watching their games. So you get a lot of Crosby as Jack, Malkin as Tater, and (not a Penguin, a Dallas Star) Tyler Seguin as Kent. And now they’ve started doing RPF. It’s getting a little extreme.

So it’s not Bing Crosby we’re talking about here. Lame, but I understand. We can’t all be swingin’ from a star, carrying moonbeams home in a jar.

Also this really isn’t making me want to even try to enjoy CP, I’ve gotta say. Invading my dash with hockey, of all sports, is so not the way to do it.


wellhalesbells replied to your post

I ENVY YOU THAT YOU’VE ONLY HAD TO DEAL WITH THIS FOR SUCH A SHORT TIME. THERE’S SO MUCH CONFUSING HOCKEY *FANDOM* RANDOMNESS ON MY DASH AND THERE HAS BEEN FOR AGES. I THOUGHT IT WAS A SPORT? APPARENTLY THOUGH IT’S SMILEY GOOFBALLS IN HATS HANGING ON EACH OTHER

OKAY I LIED, IT’S BEEN LIKE SIX MONTHS  AT LEAST BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO LOOK LIKE A CRAZY PERSON WHO’S BEEN STEWING IN THIS FOR MONTHS ON END UNTIL IT FINALLY BURST OUT IN A DRUNKEN TIRADE. BUT IT DID, AND I’VE HAD WINE AND WHISKEY GINGERS AND THERE’S A LOT GOING ON.

MAN, FUCK HOCKEY.

andromeda apparently gets good after a few hours but boy howdy the beginning is just ?? not very interesting ??

Don’t take life too seriously. Be carefree. Laugh at your mistakes and shrug them off. Life is meant to be lived freely, so live it with happiness.

Be kind and soft and powerful. Be the version of yourself you dreamed of being as a kid. Be the kind of person this world needs. Be confidently lost. Be astonishingly yourself. Walk the tightrope and know that you may fall, but the sky will not. Speak nectar when you can, and fire when you must. Be sad when you need to be. Feel. Flourish again, each and every spring. Be the rose amongst the thorns. Be the thorns protecting the rose. Be true. Be exactly who you are in this moment. Trust yourself. Bring magic into this world. 

Relax. Breathe. It’s okay, you have time. Take it day by day and allow things to unfold as they’re meant to. Your life will happen according to its own timing, and you will become the person you’re meant to be.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent, starving I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me,
I search the liquid sound of your steps all day.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
For your hands the color of the wild grain,
I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness,
The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight
Looking for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barren wilderness.

—  Pablo Neruda, I Crave Your Mouth.