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Illustration for chapter three of Rise Up, by Noirsongbird

(Where everything parodies Hamilton with Hux being Hamilton pretty much.)

“Shall we?”
Hux’s heart went into overdrive, his throat went dry, and he was glad for his gloves, because hopefully they would hide that his palms were sweating terribly. He rested a hand in Ren’s, and the Knight led him to the floor, and Hux found himself swept into a remarkably composed waltz.
“You strike me as a man who has never been satisfied, Major,” Ren said, dropping his voice low. Hux felt electricity crawl up his spine. For a moment, he was terrified - did Ren know of his ambitions? Of his family, of the whispers about his maternal grandfather?
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Hux said, swallowing and making an effort to keep up with Ren, who was a surprisingly accomplished dancer. Not for the first time, he wondered who Ren had been before he was, well, Ren.
“Don’t you?” Ren chuckled, and in that moment Hux was sure he knew. He had to know, to be insinuating like that. “You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.” There were layered insinuations in his voice, and Hux caught himself shivering, torn between wanting to bolt and wanting to kiss Ren breathless. Or maybe wanting to drag him off the dancefloor and into the first closet he could find so Ren could pin him to a wall and fuck him senseless. That sounded fantastic.

Description
Illustration for chapter three of Rise Up, by Noirsongbird

(Where everything parodies Hamilton with Hux being Hamilton pretty much.)

“Shall we?”
Hux’s heart went into overdrive, his throat went dry, and he was glad for his gloves, because hopefully they would hide that his palms were sweating terribly. He rested a hand in Ren’s, and the Knight led him to the floor, and Hux found himself swept into a remarkably composed waltz.
“You strike me as a man who has never been satisfied, Major,” Ren said, dropping his voice low. Hux felt electricity crawl up his spine. For a moment, he was terrified - did Ren know of his ambitions? Of his family, of the whispers about his maternal grandfather?
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Hux said, swallowing and making an effort to keep up with Ren, who was a surprisingly accomplished dancer. Not for the first time, he wondered who Ren had been before he was, well, Ren.
“Don’t you?” Ren chuckled, and in that moment Hux was sure he knew. He had to know, to be insinuating like that. “You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.” There were layered insinuations in his voice, and Hux caught himself shivering, torn between wanting to bolt and wanting to kiss Ren breathless. Or maybe wanting to drag him off the dancefloor and into the first closet he could find so Ren could pin him to a wall and fuck him senseless. That sounded fantastic.