Am I taking this too far? I think I am but my world will be fleshed out \o/
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Belmont Court on the Sea, the ancestral Hux family home, was built in 1856, it's châteauesque design dreamt up by some famed architect of the time. In 1902, a fire destroyed the right wing of the home which prompted Aldous Hux, the famed industrialist and a stubborn man, to remodel the wing in his preferred baroque style. Against the urging of several architect, the remodeling was completed in the spring of 1903. Belmont Court on the Sea thus became the eyesore of the suburban village wherein it resided, with several petitions having circulated since it's completion to coverup or destroy the offending mismatch of stylistic design and coloring.
"I've only ever read about Belmont Court." Ren marvels as the car slowly pulls up the strip near the front door of the home. "I can't believe it actually exists."
"It's an embarrassment." Hux frowns. "All of the trees surrounding the house weren't there when it was originally built; they were planted secretly by my great-grandmother in the hopes that one day the entire manor would be covered from public sight."
"I get it." Ren nods, eyes still canvassing the length of the home. "I would want this for my eyes only, too. Few people truly understand the beauty of Belmont Manor."
"What are you talking about?" Hux's eyebrow rose, "This place shows a blatant disregard for aesthetics, taste and sensibility."
"You don't understand a creative vision," Ren says as he exits the car, begrudgingly working his way towards Mrs. Hux, who is waving enthusiastically at the door. Hux shakes his own head as he exits the vehicle.
A blatant disregard for aesthetics, taste and sensibility. Of course he liked it: Ren was the human manifestation of Belmont Manor.
When they arrived at the door, Mrs. Hux ushers them in. "Darlings, come in, come in! It's been so long since Dolly's been home! His brother and sister are just dying to meet you!" Her eyes divert to Hux as she lightly and playfully slaps his elbow, "I finally managed to dig up Phasma! And darling little Finn took the first flight home once I told him the news!"
"Finn's here?" Ren notices how quickly the color withdrew from the older man's face.
"Of course! He was shocked, dear!" Mrs. Hux tutted in disappointment, "How could you manage to track that sister down to tell her but not tell your sweet little brother? He absolutely adores you! You should have heard my little angel's voice, so heartbroken at being the last to know!"
"Heartbroken?" Hux choked out. Ren's eyebrow rose slightly in fascination.
Once Mrs. Hux excused herself to check on lunch, Ren cleared his throat with a fake cough to break the murky atmosphere. "Is there, uh, maybe something I should know about you and your brother?"
"Nothing you need to know." Hux replied coldly.
"Okay, okay..." Ren shrugged, holding up his hands as if to say he'll back off the topic, "Just wanted to know for work's sake. I am not personally interested in knowing what is going between you and your little brother, all right? That's your own messed up family business."
"I wasn't fucking him, if that's what you think, okay?" Hux shoots, a little more defensively than needed.
"Woah.," Ren threw his hands up again in mock surrender as he whistled out his reply. "Whatever, man. Your prerogative."
"Damnit Ren, I just haven't seen him in a while!" Hux practically shouted before catching his tone, "That's it, okay?"
The room fell silent after Ren shrugged. He proceeded to walk down the length of the mantel of the sitting room Mrs. Hux had deposited them in, absent-mindedly observing the photos and other objects that littered the surface as his mind wandered to the little outburst Hux just had.
Hux wasn't a regular customer of his. He's probably only seen Hux a handful of times. Regardless, he always stuck out in Ren's mind. Unlike his other customers, who'd linger even when Ren had finished his job, Hux would roll right out of bed and start dressing before Ren even told him to leave. Paid upfront, always cut to the chase, didn't want any false semblance of romance. Hux was there for the exact same reason Ren was: pure, raw, unadulterated sex for money. The ideal customer as far as he's concerned. That's probably why the sudden burst of emotion surprised Ren: Hux is normally so detached, never a crack in his stone-cold face outside the brief moment of orgasm. But the Hux in front of him felt. Felt things about a mysterious little brother.
Come to think of it, Ren considers the entire Hux family. The mysterious little brother. The dead father. The elusive sister. The shrieking mother. All growing up and living in Belmont Court together. This just being a job, Ren reaffirms, but his curiosity was piqued by the family. He might as well amuse himself in it.
"My! So quiet, boys?" Mrs. Hux's voice cut through the silence. She walked into the room then turned around to address a party just outside the door, "Come along, children, don't be shy."
Ren, in new found resolve, peers at the pair emerging from the door. A tall, suntanned woman with short blonde hair dressed in tattered jeans and a loose v-neck tee tucked in haphazardly. The elusive sister. Following her was a short, innocent-looking dark-skin man in a worn leather jacket, jeans and a black tee. The mysterious little brother.
Mrs. Hux, the shrieking mother, speaks again. "Ben, darling, this is my oldest Phasma and my youngest Finn. Darlings, this is Dolly's fiancée Ben."
"It's a pleasure to meet you both." Ren smiles, extending a hand towards Phasma. She returns with a half-hearted shake. He immediately extends the same hand to Finn, who grips firmly and shakes with enough enthusiasm for both he and his sister. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Finn."
Finn beams. "It's good to meet you, too, Ben!" The man still sitting behind Ben caught and held the younger man's attention. A lot quieter, cautious even, Finn greets him. "Hi, Bren."
"Hey, Finn..." Hux returns quietly, averting his eyes. Phasma nods in his direction. "Hey, Phasma."
Well, this is awkward. "Is lunch ready, Mother?" Ren smiled towards the older woman who was appraising the scene in disapproval. It surprised Ren how much like Hux she looked when a stern line was etched across her face.
Mrs. Hux snapped out of her trace with a start. "Oh, yes, darling!" She collects herself, "Come along, dears, let's go to the sunroom."
Ren allows everyone to leave before him so he can observe the chilly dynamic of the four Huxes in front of him. The tetrad moves with the same elegant, mechanical steps that Ren knows too well. They exude an atmosphere that seems to exclude him. That is until he realizes he himself has the pleasure of being another Hux family secret. A little laugh bubbles out of him at the thought which catches Hux's attention. The older man shoots a look of annoyance at his beau before turning into the sunroom.
Re: Fill: Hux/Kylo Ren undying Fake Dating/married trope (3)
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Belmont Court on the Sea, the ancestral Hux family home, was built in 1856, it's châteauesque design dreamt up by some famed architect of the time. In 1902, a fire destroyed the right wing of the home which prompted Aldous Hux, the famed industrialist and a stubborn man, to remodel the wing in his preferred baroque style. Against the urging of several architect, the remodeling was completed in the spring of 1903. Belmont Court on the Sea thus became the eyesore of the suburban village wherein it resided, with several petitions having circulated since it's completion to coverup or destroy the offending mismatch of stylistic design and coloring.
"I've only ever read about Belmont Court." Ren marvels as the car slowly pulls up the strip near the front door of the home. "I can't believe it actually exists."
"It's an embarrassment." Hux frowns. "All of the trees surrounding the house weren't there when it was originally built; they were planted secretly by my great-grandmother in the hopes that one day the entire manor would be covered from public sight."
"I get it." Ren nods, eyes still canvassing the length of the home. "I would want this for my eyes only, too. Few people truly understand the beauty of Belmont Manor."
"What are you talking about?" Hux's eyebrow rose, "This place shows a blatant disregard for aesthetics, taste and sensibility."
"You don't understand a creative vision," Ren says as he exits the car, begrudgingly working his way towards Mrs. Hux, who is waving enthusiastically at the door. Hux shakes his own head as he exits the vehicle.
A blatant disregard for aesthetics, taste and sensibility. Of course he liked it: Ren was the human manifestation of Belmont Manor.
When they arrived at the door, Mrs. Hux ushers them in. "Darlings, come in, come in! It's been so long since Dolly's been home! His brother and sister are just dying to meet you!" Her eyes divert to Hux as she lightly and playfully slaps his elbow, "I finally managed to dig up Phasma! And darling little Finn took the first flight home once I told him the news!"
"Finn's here?" Ren notices how quickly the color withdrew from the older man's face.
"Of course! He was shocked, dear!" Mrs. Hux tutted in disappointment, "How could you manage to track that sister down to tell her but not tell your sweet little brother? He absolutely adores you! You should have heard my little angel's voice, so heartbroken at being the last to know!"
"Heartbroken?" Hux choked out. Ren's eyebrow rose slightly in fascination.
Once Mrs. Hux excused herself to check on lunch, Ren cleared his throat with a fake cough to break the murky atmosphere. "Is there, uh, maybe something I should know about you and your brother?"
"Nothing you need to know." Hux replied coldly.
"Okay, okay..." Ren shrugged, holding up his hands as if to say he'll back off the topic, "Just wanted to know for work's sake. I am not personally interested in knowing what is going between you and your little brother, all right? That's your own messed up family business."
"I wasn't fucking him, if that's what you think, okay?" Hux shoots, a little more defensively than needed.
"Woah.," Ren threw his hands up again in mock surrender as he whistled out his reply. "Whatever, man. Your prerogative."
"Damnit Ren, I just haven't seen him in a while!" Hux practically shouted before catching his tone, "That's it, okay?"
The room fell silent after Ren shrugged. He proceeded to walk down the length of the mantel of the sitting room Mrs. Hux had deposited them in, absent-mindedly observing the photos and other objects that littered the surface as his mind wandered to the little outburst Hux just had.
Hux wasn't a regular customer of his. He's probably only seen Hux a handful of times. Regardless, he always stuck out in Ren's mind. Unlike his other customers, who'd linger even when Ren had finished his job, Hux would roll right out of bed and start dressing before Ren even told him to leave. Paid upfront, always cut to the chase, didn't want any false semblance of romance. Hux was there for the exact same reason Ren was: pure, raw, unadulterated sex for money. The ideal customer as far as he's concerned. That's probably why the sudden burst of emotion surprised Ren: Hux is normally so detached, never a crack in his stone-cold face outside the brief moment of orgasm. But the Hux in front of him felt. Felt things about a mysterious little brother.
Come to think of it, Ren considers the entire Hux family. The mysterious little brother. The dead father. The elusive sister. The shrieking mother. All growing up and living in Belmont Court together. This just being a job, Ren reaffirms, but his curiosity was piqued by the family. He might as well amuse himself in it.
"My! So quiet, boys?" Mrs. Hux's voice cut through the silence. She walked into the room then turned around to address a party just outside the door, "Come along, children, don't be shy."
Ren, in new found resolve, peers at the pair emerging from the door. A tall, suntanned woman with short blonde hair dressed in tattered jeans and a loose v-neck tee tucked in haphazardly. The elusive sister. Following her was a short, innocent-looking dark-skin man in a worn leather jacket, jeans and a black tee. The mysterious little brother.
Mrs. Hux, the shrieking mother, speaks again. "Ben, darling, this is my oldest Phasma and my youngest Finn. Darlings, this is Dolly's fiancée Ben."
"It's a pleasure to meet you both." Ren smiles, extending a hand towards Phasma. She returns with a half-hearted shake. He immediately extends the same hand to Finn, who grips firmly and shakes with enough enthusiasm for both he and his sister. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Finn."
Finn beams. "It's good to meet you, too, Ben!" The man still sitting behind Ben caught and held the younger man's attention. A lot quieter, cautious even, Finn greets him. "Hi, Bren."
"Hey, Finn..." Hux returns quietly, averting his eyes. Phasma nods in his direction. "Hey, Phasma."
Well, this is awkward. "Is lunch ready, Mother?" Ren smiled towards the older woman who was appraising the scene in disapproval. It surprised Ren how much like Hux she looked when a stern line was etched across her face.
Mrs. Hux snapped out of her trace with a start. "Oh, yes, darling!" She collects herself, "Come along, dears, let's go to the sunroom."
Ren allows everyone to leave before him so he can observe the chilly dynamic of the four Huxes in front of him. The tetrad moves with the same elegant, mechanical steps that Ren knows too well. They exude an atmosphere that seems to exclude him. That is until he realizes he himself has the pleasure of being another Hux family secret. A little laugh bubbles out of him at the thought which catches Hux's attention. The older man shoots a look of annoyance at his beau before turning into the sunroom.
This was going to be fun.