darthkylorevan:

no air in my lungs-g, 6k, kylux

“Ben only knew the man’s name from the mailboxes, that name printed neatly under the number. He was about 85% sure it was his last name, but he knew next to nothing about the man, otherwise.Except for the fact that he was utterly gorgeous and always, always on his phone.”

you mean to say i actually finally wrote some kylux?? here have a fluffy elevator au where the boys are idiots 

ky-lo-re-n:

“You think you know about pain?” Hux says. He’s almost smiling but mostly snarling, his wet hair still slashed across his forehead. “With your– Fucking cape, and your mask?” He gestures at Kylo’s face as if the helmet is there, covering him now. “You infant. You could have had everything you wanted, with this power you were given, with those people who already worshiped you, the ones who really made you. You threw it away, fucked it all to hell, and for what? To end up here, with me, in the unluckiest place in the galaxy? Drowned slowly by the bloody rain? Well, congratulations, because here we are. I hope this is exactly what you fucking wanted, Ky-lo.” 
Ceasefire

Part 2 of our shoot for @hollyhark‘s Children, Wake Up series.
Hux by @ar-mi-tage-hux and myself as Ren.

5ovspades:

AU where everything can leave a ghost.

left – his father thought the boy had no need of a pet; little did he know, the pet thought her boy had no need of a father.

right – he never fell to the wrinkled whispers in the dark, so overwhelmed was he already by translucent points and stares; but he never managed to be a good jedi/smuggler/politician either.

They still meet.