Hey guys, thank you so much for your reviews. They were really inspiring, and actually led to some sort of “problem”: I really want to develop your requests/suggestions, but at the same time, they can’t fit in this one story. I really want to give OP a complete, stand alone fill, so here is my questions:
Would you guys be interested in giving me prompts/asks on this AU on my tumblr? I am going to post the fic on AO3, and could post any additional fic/drabble in this AU there. It would be easier for me to continue like this than on dreamwidth. Please tell me in the comments if there is any interest!
And on that very long Author Note, here is part 3!
They were moved from the black tent to a larger, crimson colored one. Leia hadn’t seen it when she first arrived, so she could only assume it had been mounted while the negotiations took place.
It was impressive, considering the work that was obviously involved. Not only had setting up the tent required at least fifteen people, but the inside had been completely furnished with thick tapestries, plush cushions and low tables. There were no dining table or high chairs in sight, meaning they were intended to eat on the ground.
It was, all in all, a surprisingly comfortable arrangement: there were more than enough pillows and small stools for everyone, and the slight heat coming off of the mossy ground gave a pleasant warmth. Of course, a few of her colleagues found it difficult to sit down in their long robes, but Leia could only imagine that Hux wasn’t too heartbroken about that.
Food was brought out, simple fare but tasty and plentiful. More importantly, wine was brought as well, and Leia saw a few of the delegates indulge more than precaution would dictate.
It seems many of them still haven’t recovered from Thanisson’s brutal end earlier that night.
For Hux and Ben, however, that matter seemed to have been forgotten entirely. It was very nearly sickening.
Her son had washed and changed out of his bloody clothes, but Leia couldn’t bring herself to rejoice at that since his new outfit was hardly any better. The bottom half was nothing noteworthy, practical if slightly form-fitting pants tucked into well-used boots. And yes, the pants hung rather low on the waist, but that wasn’t what made Leia’s teeth clench.
Ben was wearing something that might have been a light coat once, all black fabric and gold embroidery down to mid-thigh. But the sleeved had been torn off, leaving his arms bare, and it was much too small for him to close ; his bare chest was more than exposed to everyone’s eyes, and more importantly, to Hux’s hands.
The warlord had Ben sitting on his lap, long limbs tangled with his, Ben’s back pressed against Hux’s chest. His long fingers were trailing all over her son’s skin, lingering on the well-defined eight-pack in a light yet possessive caress. Ben leaned into the touch, chuckling at something Hux whispered in his ear then gasping when a pink tongue came to lick the crook of his neck.
Next to her, Poe made a sound of dismay. Leia’s grip around her cup tightened.
“Is all well, Senator Organa? One would think you are not enjoying yourself.”
Leia looked up. The woman speaking to her was rather small, red hair largely streaked with red pulled in a loose bun at the back of her head. Like everyone here, her clothes were more practical than esthetical, but she still wore a few pieces of jewelry as embellishments.
She would have looked harmless, perhaps even benevolent, if it weren’t for her blue-grey eyes, which were filled with calculation as she looked at Leia.
“I assure you that is not the case, Lady Hux,” the Senator answered, adopting the coldly polite tone she reserved for her less-liked peers. She recognized the woman from her briefing-files ; she was one of the few people here who had Empire-era identification data, and therefore a picture to match the name.
The old woman smiled, sweetly polite and minimally sincere. “You are uncomfortable, then?”
“Not at all.”
There was nothing inviting in Leia’s words, but that doesn’t stop Lady Hux from sitting down next to her, leaning towards her like the close friends they are not. “I understand that people from the Core worlds may be unfamiliar with this seating arrangement.” She gestures towards the decor. “It had become something of a tradition here, you see, a sign of good intent. Much more difficult to attack someone when sitting cross legged on the floor.”
If this was suppose to be an intimidation technique, it was a poor one. “As I said, I am fine.”
The Lady smiled tightly before diverting her attention to Poe. “Young man, kindly remind me of your name?”
The pilot frowned. “Poe Dameron… my Lady,” he added after a moment of deliberation.
“Dear Poe,” the old woman simpered, “would you mind giving Senator Organa and me some privacy? I wish to speak about matters that are for her ears only.”
Poe hesitated, looking at Leia for confirmation.
Loathe as she was to give in to the woman’s demands, Leia nodded once. She knew her pilot wouldn’t be far away should anything happen.
All too soon, she was left alone with Lady Hux, whose attention was trained on their sons.
“I saw you watching our boys,” she said, not looking away. “They make quite a pair, do they not?”
The topic of conversation was expected, but it didn’t stop Leia from stiffening slightly. Whatever followed, it would not be pleasant, and so she weighed each word as she spoke. “I wasn’t aware of their relationship until very recently.”
“You weren’t aware of much at all,” Lady Hux answered airily.
The flippant yet destructive words were like a punch in the gut, and for a moment Leia was left breathless at just how casually the woman could toy with an open wound.
Then again, Hux is a mother as well ; she would know exactly where to strike.
“Ah, but you shouldn’t blame yourself,” she added with false compassion. Leia hated her. “Force suppressing shackles are rare, but not impossible to find, and necessary if a slave-trader wants to keep his special bounty hidden.”
Leia thought of the shackles around Ben’s wrists… But no, those were too delicate, too finely crafted to hold the technology necessary. “He doesn’t wear them any more.”
The Lady hummed in agreement. “I admit I don’t understand the mechanism behind it. I have not a lick of Force sensitivity, and dear Kylo is not the most eloquent teacher when it comes to explaining such things.” She shook her head fondly.
Leia could taste jealousy, like bile in her mouth. That Hux, both of them, could claim such familiarity with Ben when she could not...
She didn’t let it show, however. She wouldn’t let this woman win.
“From what I gathered, he has become quite skilled at hiding himself from other Force users,” the Lady finally concluded, “though I have no idea how he developed that talent.”
“There were many looking for him. Not just my family.”
Leia thought of Snoke, the danger that had been lurking for so long. When she lost Ben, she had been terrified that Snoke would get his hands on him. It had been a perverse sort of relief when she learned that he too could not find him. Right now, she couldn’t help but be relieved that Ben had managed to hide from him ; that he had wanted to at all.
Of course, with that joy came the bitter truth that Snoke hadn’t been the only one Ben was hiding from.
FILL: Kylux - Lords of Wild Space 3a/4
Hey guys, thank you so much for your reviews. They were really inspiring, and actually led to some sort of “problem”: I really want to develop your requests/suggestions, but at the same time, they can’t fit in this one story. I really want to give OP a complete, stand alone fill, so here is my questions:
Would you guys be interested in giving me prompts/asks on this AU on my tumblr? I am going to post the fic on AO3, and could post any additional fic/drabble in this AU there. It would be easier for me to continue like this than on dreamwidth. Please tell me in the comments if there is any interest!
And on that very long Author Note, here is part 3!
They were moved from the black tent to a larger, crimson colored one. Leia hadn’t seen it when she first arrived, so she could only assume it had been mounted while the negotiations took place.
It was impressive, considering the work that was obviously involved. Not only had setting up the tent required at least fifteen people, but the inside had been completely furnished with thick tapestries, plush cushions and low tables. There were no dining table or high chairs in sight, meaning they were intended to eat on the ground.
It was, all in all, a surprisingly comfortable arrangement: there were more than enough pillows and small stools for everyone, and the slight heat coming off of the mossy ground gave a pleasant warmth. Of course, a few of her colleagues found it difficult to sit down in their long robes, but Leia could only imagine that Hux wasn’t too heartbroken about that.
Food was brought out, simple fare but tasty and plentiful. More importantly, wine was brought as well, and Leia saw a few of the delegates indulge more than precaution would dictate.
It seems many of them still haven’t recovered from Thanisson’s brutal end earlier that night.
For Hux and Ben, however, that matter seemed to have been forgotten entirely. It was very nearly sickening.
Her son had washed and changed out of his bloody clothes, but Leia couldn’t bring herself to rejoice at that since his new outfit was hardly any better. The bottom half was nothing noteworthy, practical if slightly form-fitting pants tucked into well-used boots. And yes, the pants hung rather low on the waist, but that wasn’t what made Leia’s teeth clench.
Ben was wearing something that might have been a light coat once, all black fabric and gold embroidery down to mid-thigh. But the sleeved had been torn off, leaving his arms bare, and it was much too small for him to close ; his bare chest was more than exposed to everyone’s eyes, and more importantly, to Hux’s hands.
The warlord had Ben sitting on his lap, long limbs tangled with his, Ben’s back pressed against Hux’s chest. His long fingers were trailing all over her son’s skin, lingering on the well-defined eight-pack in a light yet possessive caress. Ben leaned into the touch, chuckling at something Hux whispered in his ear then gasping when a pink tongue came to lick the crook of his neck.
Next to her, Poe made a sound of dismay. Leia’s grip around her cup tightened.
“Is all well, Senator Organa? One would think you are not enjoying yourself.”
Leia looked up. The woman speaking to her was rather small, red hair largely streaked with red pulled in a loose bun at the back of her head. Like everyone here, her clothes were more practical than esthetical, but she still wore a few pieces of jewelry as embellishments.
She would have looked harmless, perhaps even benevolent, if it weren’t for her blue-grey eyes, which were filled with calculation as she looked at Leia.
“I assure you that is not the case, Lady Hux,” the Senator answered, adopting the coldly polite tone she reserved for her less-liked peers. She recognized the woman from her briefing-files ; she was one of the few people here who had Empire-era identification data, and therefore a picture to match the name.
The old woman smiled, sweetly polite and minimally sincere. “You are uncomfortable, then?”
“Not at all.”
There was nothing inviting in Leia’s words, but that doesn’t stop Lady Hux from sitting down next to her, leaning towards her like the close friends they are not. “I understand that people from the Core worlds may be unfamiliar with this seating arrangement.” She gestures towards the decor. “It had become something of a tradition here, you see, a sign of good intent. Much more difficult to attack someone when sitting cross legged on the floor.”
If this was suppose to be an intimidation technique, it was a poor one. “As I said, I am fine.”
The Lady smiled tightly before diverting her attention to Poe. “Young man, kindly remind me of your name?”
The pilot frowned. “Poe Dameron… my Lady,” he added after a moment of deliberation.
“Dear Poe,” the old woman simpered, “would you mind giving Senator Organa and me some privacy? I wish to speak about matters that are for her ears only.”
Poe hesitated, looking at Leia for confirmation.
Loathe as she was to give in to the woman’s demands, Leia nodded once. She knew her pilot wouldn’t be far away should anything happen.
All too soon, she was left alone with Lady Hux, whose attention was trained on their sons.
“I saw you watching our boys,” she said, not looking away. “They make quite a pair, do they not?”
The topic of conversation was expected, but it didn’t stop Leia from stiffening slightly. Whatever followed, it would not be pleasant, and so she weighed each word as she spoke. “I wasn’t aware of their relationship until very recently.”
“You weren’t aware of much at all,” Lady Hux answered airily.
The flippant yet destructive words were like a punch in the gut, and for a moment Leia was left breathless at just how casually the woman could toy with an open wound.
Then again, Hux is a mother as well ; she would know exactly where to strike.
“Ah, but you shouldn’t blame yourself,” she added with false compassion. Leia hated her. “Force suppressing shackles are rare, but not impossible to find, and necessary if a slave-trader wants to keep his special bounty hidden.”
Leia thought of the shackles around Ben’s wrists… But no, those were too delicate, too finely crafted to hold the technology necessary. “He doesn’t wear them any more.”
The Lady hummed in agreement. “I admit I don’t understand the mechanism behind it. I have not a lick of Force sensitivity, and dear Kylo is not the most eloquent teacher when it comes to explaining such things.” She shook her head fondly.
Leia could taste jealousy, like bile in her mouth. That Hux, both of them, could claim such familiarity with Ben when she could not...
She didn’t let it show, however. She wouldn’t let this woman win.
“From what I gathered, he has become quite skilled at hiding himself from other Force users,” the Lady finally concluded, “though I have no idea how he developed that talent.”
“There were many looking for him. Not just my family.”
Leia thought of Snoke, the danger that had been lurking for so long. When she lost Ben, she had been terrified that Snoke would get his hands on him. It had been a perverse sort of relief when she learned that he too could not find him. Right now, she couldn’t help but be relieved that Ben had managed to hide from him ; that he had wanted to at all.
Of course, with that joy came the bitter truth that Snoke hadn’t been the only one Ben was hiding from.