redelicebeta:

#kylux artist AU. 

Kylo often sings and Hux has grown fond to listening. Yet now the upstairs neighbor serenades the artist below. The words are a rough translation/rewrite of Salvador Sobral’s – Amar pelos dois

If one day
One asks about me
Say that I lived just for you
Cause before you I merely was
Tired and with nothing to give

My dear, listen to my prayers
I beg you to return. For once, to me again
I know that I can’t love without it
But maybe slowly you might learn to love me just like then

But if your heart will not give in
Won’t feel the love. Won’t fly high above
Without making plans for what will come
Then my heart can love for us both.

kyluxtrashpit:

I think one of the most interesting things about Kylo and
Hux is that while they both very obviously have serious praise kinks, I think
they manifest differently

Kylo wants to be told that he is good, just as he is. He knows the things he’s good at; fighting,
the Force, piloting, etc. and hearing he’s good at those doesn’t do anything
for him. He’s only ever gotten the praise and attention he craves by
accomplishing things, being good at them, being useful. But he doesn’t want someone to want him because of what he
can do, to use him as he’s always
been used. He’s had enough of that and he wants someone who wants him just as
he is and who will tell him he’s good and enough
because of that and nothing more

Hux, meanwhile, is the opposite. A blanket statement that he
is good does nothing. He needs praise for what he can accomplish. While Kylo is tired of being used, all Hux wants is to
be useful. He wants to be told he performed a task well, that he’s good at what
he does, that he excels. His entire
life he’s been called useless, worthless, even by those who were supposed to
care, been told that he used nepotism to get where he is. He knows he didn’t
and craves the acknowledgement that he
did this, that he accomplished it all on his own because he’s that good and capable