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Kylo looks up at him without expression, water caught in his eyelashes and running down his cheeks. The whole terrible enormity of him kneeling on the floor between Hux’s feet, quiet and attentive, the breadth of his shoulders, the long slope of his back, the easy way he breathes… It’s exhilarating.
Slowly, Hux moves his grip to the back of Kylo’s head.
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09 Nov 2018
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Critical Radius by Camellia Cook (thekurosakiconundrum)
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
24 Aug 2018
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When Kylo Ren barges into Hux's quarters looking for an fight, he finds that Hux already has company--there's a pair of Stormtroopers in there with him. He's curious enough to investigate further, but he finds more than he bargained for: Hux spread out between them on his bed, the very picture of decadence. It's the hottest thing he's ever seen, and he can't help but stay to watch, hiding in the shadows. But the longer he watches, the more jealous he becomes...
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Lance and Keith have been fooling around for a bit. Lance gets horny and Keith wants to help - but Lance isn't out yet.
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22 Jun 2018
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“You’re like a potato!” He blurted after him. “In a minefield.”
Keith froze. Turning his head and giving him a look that said Lance finally lost it. “Seriously?”
“It makes sense!” Lance hurriedly explained. “Listen. You’re strolling through a minefield, worried about getting blown up. And then you step on something, and you think, ‘I’m dead’. But it’s just a potato. And you’re so relieved to find something so wonderful when you expected something so awful. That’s what you are. To me.”
“A potato.”
“Sure. French fries? Mashed potatoes? Who doesn’t like potatoes?”
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Lotor had planned to capture the Princess of Altea and use her to bring down the Voltron Alliance in one fell swoop. Instead he ensnares one of the human Paladins. But Lotor is not one to despair. He can rewrite the script and turn this tragedy into a real headliner. After all… the show must go on.
“He is rather aesthetically pleasing,” Lotor purred, hand gripping Lance’s chin. “Almost Altean, really. However,” a knife pressed below Lance’s eye. “He is missing something.” A shark-like grinned adorned Lotor’s face as dark ocean eyes widened in realized horror. “Come,” Lotor leveled the knife. “Let us see if red is your color.”
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- Part 1 of Ears Like Seashells (Not Anymore)