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Who else has noticed the way the old imperials view Hux v.s. the way Hux actually acts?
For instance, I was just now comparing this scene from the TLJ novelization to the movie:
"Before Peavey could consult with Yago, Hux swept onto the bridge, looking agitated. His boot heels rang on the polished deck. "Sir, the Resistance cruiser is preparing to jump to lightspeed," amonitor called up from one of the crew pits. Peavey turned an inquiring glance at Hux, hoping the hotheaded young general wouldn't do something rash. For once, he didn't.
"It's empty," Hux sneered. "They're just trying to pull our attention away. Pathetic. Keep your fire on those transports.""
According to Peavey, Hux is agitated, hotheaded, and sneering.
So, i checked this description with the movie, and geez it couldn't have been more different. In the movie, Hux walks into the bridge calmly, stands by the viewport, and says the very same line calmly and confidently.
So basically, these old imperials have zero respect for Hux because they fabricate this unintelligent, emotionally driven, hotheaded character for him. They're jealous, and they refuse to see him as he really is, even when his actions obviously don't match up with their perception of him.
#Jason Fry is either a genius or a terrible writer#hux deserved better#armitage hux#general hux#the first order#general hux meta#hux meta
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Reylo Scene: TLJ Part 2
Kylo Ren and Rey go through this intense, exhilarating experience with one another. The fight for each other and he's find a way to save her by winging this shit. Solo style. Her belief in him is awarded. He kills his master and becomes a traitor to the First Order for her.
Then it falls apart as soon as they break each contact with each. Why?
Rey rushes to the telescope and wants to save the resistance (her friends). A resistance Kylo Ren, not Ben, wants to die.
Rey may have been right in putting her faith in Ben, but her mistake is that she does not understand that ultimately this is a damaged man she's falling for. He's an abused, complicated and damaged man. She's been inside of his head and still doesn't understand this. He just killed his abuser and he's in shock. He's still in pain over what he did to his father.
Ren is lonely. It's one of his defining traits. Ben Solo was probably very lonely. For the first time he has someone who can meet him on his level. He has a person who put her life on the line for him.... he wants this person by his side. Which is why he goes to such manipulative lengths to get her there.
The reality of their force bond is while they can't hide from one another, everything is open to inspection, but because of that they feel seen and then accepted. It's a painful and fulfilling gift.
Even the room. Where the fire in the hut was warm, safe and nurturing. The fire in this scene represent chaos and destruction.
Ren is being harsh, but he's giving her what she needs which is to free herself from the denial about her parents. She needs to step out of her childhood and embrace her womanhood. She needs to begin to leave elements of her past behind. Rey also served to free Ren/Ben. Her belief in him and her conviction that there is good in him allows him to free himself from a part of his childhood, He kills Snoke and step into his adulthood.
While the Reylo connection isn't all flowers and rainbows it does say something that Ben/Ren connection to Rey strengthened him in a way his connections to his parents and Luke just didn't.
Ren and Rey, our hero and villain, want this connection so badly, but both are frustrated by others way of thinking. Ren wants to burn it all down and forget. Rey wants somebody he's not ready to be yet. It's important to mention that while he's being manipulative - he wants her to believe that he's all she has, like in this moment she is all he has.
Most people missed the finesse of this scene. "You're nothing, but not to me." He's manipulative and he's something very raw to a woman already in a raw state, but he's not being abusive. He wants her to believe that he's all she has, like in this moment she is all he has. What he's saying in the later part of his speech is “What other people would think of you isn't important and I don't care about your background. I can see how amazing you are and you are the most important person in the galaxy to me." Ben Solo would say that. Not Kylo Ren.
Just because Kylo Ren sucks at expressing himself does not mean Rey should accept it. She doesn't.
It's actually a sad scene to watch. Ren and Rey want this connection so badly, but both are frustrated by the others way of thinking. Ren wants to burn it all down and forget. Rey wants somebody he's not ready to be yet.
Kylo understands Rey in a way no one ever has or will. He just doesn't understand her healthy attachments or the way she's chosen to cope with her abandonment. Women fear the lost of connections. Women will be hurt on a deeper level losing a close friend than we will ever be hurt by breaking up with a romantic partner. The hardest thing for Rey to admit to herself was the truth about her partners, but she coped with denial and then finally acceptance. While Rey had a good connection with Han and good ones within the resistance her healthiest connection is with Finn. Finn and Rey believe in one another, they fight for one another and find themselves within a true supportive friendship. Temped to join him as she might be she won't join him like this. She won't abandon her friends. More importantly she won't enable him like Padme did. Kylo needs healthy boundaries and consequences.
Rey is also just not ready. She has some growing up to do and she needs to become a more fully developed person. She doesn't fully understand the his path yet. In the novelization she comes to that awareness like, "I thought this would be simpler for him, it's not, and that's my mistake."
Another cookie for Rian Johnson is the scene above. Most writers would have had her refuse his proposal verbally and they would've argued. Instead we see her reach for the lightsaber and he reaches for it back and it get's stuck between them. There was so much symbolism in this scene without a word of dialogue. Literally they are at an impasse. Their powers within the force are equal to one another so they're stuck. It's a great visual. They actually slide further from one another. The saber breaking is literally their nature, once so powerful in harmony is equally powerful in disharmony.
They both are knocked out. She wakes before him, takes a moment to contemplate him and then sneaks off with the lightsaber. He wakes wondered why she left him alive but then trails off the Crete to kick resistance ass, now the boss and salty as hell.
He feels rejected and he has a right to be angry. He put it all on he line for Rey. He killed his master, he betrayed the first order and he made an emotional plea. She turned him down.
Kylo Ren is now the most powerful person in the galaxy, he achieved a level of freedom not even Darth Vader knew. He is the son of legends (might not be happy about) He looks miserable in the scene when he goes into the resistance bunker. It's bad enough that he got played by Luke, but he lost the girl.
In their final forceskype, he's looking up at her as she's kneeling holding his father's dice while she's onboard the falcon helping get away. He's not happy and despite the anger he expressed about her in front of Luke....... he looks at her longing and with sadness. He's not happy about where they are. She's not happy either. She's disappointed in him so there back to a confusion.
While she's disappointment in Ben she's also melancholy. The passing of Luke, the pitiful state of the resistance and she's sad she broke up with Ben. She closes in the door on that matter, for now, it's a pause. It's actually growth for Rey.
"I wanna be with you, but not like this so until you're I'll wait over here."
I love this film. Haters be damned. Also, finding GIFs, damn. Also found the one I needed when I was looking for it. Spent two minutes trying to find the gif I needed when I was looking for it.
Random Reylo gif for the hell of it. Ren looking for his girl and thigh grab.
#star wars#reylo#ben solo#finnrey#rey skywalker#rey star wars#general hux#kylo ren#kylo x rey#ben solo deserved better#ben solo x rey#rey nobody#ben x rey#the last jedi
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Kylo & General Hux have the most fascinating relationship in The Sequel Trilogy (other than Reylo of course lol) and unfortunately, it was criminally underutilized.
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Ok ok I know posting about the Star Wars sequel trilogy in 2023 is probably annoying but every now and then I just think about how ROBBED Finn and Poe were and I just go FERAL….
#even though I wanted them to be gay the fact that they got scuffed because people shipped them together drives me CRAZYYYY#THEY DESERVED BETTER LIKE UFHHH I’m so glad I’m not a Star Wars fan anymore#actually the whole entire cast was robbed rose was robbed Rey was robbed even fucking hux was robbed#his death was funny tho
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,,,, not me realizing that Tom Marvolo Riddle has become my comfort character ,,,,,
#first hux#now tom#sheesh#my poor little meow meows 😔#no but like#listen#tom deserved better than what he got#hes the main villian yes i know i know but hear me out#what if#what if he hadnt been treated like shit for the first however many years of his life#poor babygirl#yknow?
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A tribute for Armitage Hux because he really deserves better.
But....this is an AU, right? Actually he is alive!
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Make me a caf
summary: Hux seemingly wants to keep you around after you fix his caf machine.
relationship: Armitage Hux x GN reader
warnings: (18+) making out, sexual tension
word count: 7.4k (this one got away from me... i blacked out and woke up to this. i have no other explanation lol)
A/N: 100% self indulgent. partially inspired by @wordborne’s fic Strictly Business, which is a story for inquisitor!Cal. i wonder what it is about redheads in black outfits that’s so appealing to me lmao
prompt used: they are absolutely losing it, they pin you against the wall, hands on either side of your face, eyes looking down, they say through gritted teeth, "This isn't easy for me. I-I've never--You matter to me. And, You deserve way better than someone like me--" They're cut off when you pull their collar closer, shaking your head, somehow not fazed by his gaze that's ripping you bare. "I deserve you--everything of you, I want it." (source, by @urfriendlywriter)
(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)
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Life sure takes interesting turns sometimes. You started out as a mechanic on your home planet, then got drafted by the First Order to work on many projects, the latest being a new base on the planet Ilum, which was a very exclusive and secret project. So not only did you have to relocate for a long time while the base got built, but also in the little leave you got, you weren’t really allowed to talk to anyone.
But you decided a long time ago that’s an okay price to pay for an honestly more than decent pay. You also don’t have to pay for housing or food, you get your own quarters, all your equipment, and even a droid. So, not too shabby.
It’s been a while since you moved to Ilum now, and it’s a morning like any other. You’re the first to arrive at the workshop and your droid beeps at you, telling you that there’s a special request coming in asking for a mechanic. You ask your companion from where it comes and it projects a schematic of the base, with the room in question blinking.
You swallow hard as you realise that’s the part of the base where the captains and generals are housed. But the message was marked as urgent, and you’re the only one here right now, so you take your tools and nod to your droid to follow you.
It takes a while to navigate the labyrinth of hallways; it was pretty rare for the lower deck people to come to these parts. You have to look at your droid’s map a couple of times, but finally you make it to the right wing. Even the design of the walls is different here than it is in the other floors, it’s more sophisticated somehow.
You arrive at the room number indicated on the message and read the name on the plaque next to the door: it’s General Hux’s room. Great.
Luckily you didn’t have to deal with him personally, ever really, but you did hear the rumours, and they weren’t all too… nice. Sure, talks about Kylo Ren and his anger issues sounded worse in a way, but at least he lashed out from time to time. Hux donned you as the kind of person to be so emotionally constipated that he probably didn’t remember how to express anything else on his face except for contempt. In fact you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen the man smile.
Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door, and you’re startled as it opens almost immediately. In front of you towers none other than the General himself, sans his coat, eyeing you and your droid up and down.
“You’re late,” is all he says as he turns on his heel, and you follow him silently, deciding there’s no point in arguing to him about how he summoned you to basically the other side of the base out of the blue.
You try not to stare too much, but you can’t help taking in his room: it’s spacious, clean and tidy. There’s a main room with a couch, a chair and a caf table, and a small kitchen to the side with a breakfast nook attached to it. An open door leads to a space you can’t see, but you assume it’s a hallway to the bedroom and refresher. For a whole organisation that seems to love their sleek designs in black and red, his quarters sure are light, which in turn makes them seem bigger. The wall in the far back of the living room has a huge window reaching almost from floor to ceiling, letting in plenty of natural light, reflected on the planet’s snowy landscape.
When Hux clears his throat, you rip your eyes off the place and bring them back to him, where he stands in the kitchen with his arms crossed.
“The caf machine is broken,” is all he says, then moves past you in a way that only entitled people do, where they expect the other to move out of their way, and takes a seat on the couch, reading through his datapad.
“Right,” you say through gritted teeth, thinking back to all your diplomas and licences to repair heavy machinery, artillery, spaceships, yet here you are, fixing a caf machine.
With a sigh you approach the device and get to work. You find the problem quickly, and luckily it’s an easy fix. You stretch out your arm to your droid, asking for a tool which is handed to you with a happy beep, and finish the repair within minutes.
“All done, Sir,” you call to Hux.
“Test it to make sure,” he orders without looking up.
“...Sir?”
He sighs.
“Make me a caf,” he clarifies. His tone isn’t particularly condescending or mocking though, it’s just flat.
“Uhm, yes, Sir,” you respond, turn to the machine and all its buttons, then back to him. “How would you like your caf, Sir?”
“Surprise me,” he answers and goes back to scrolling through his datapad.
You blink a couple of times, turning back to the device. This is one of those higher end machines, you’ve never really operated one. And you don’t even know where he keeps his stuff.
As if he could read your mind at your lack of movement, he says, “Caf is in the pantry, mugs are in the cupboard above.”
You open said cupboard, finding a collection of plain, black mugs, as well as an electric grinder. In the pantry you see not just an overwhelming amount of different caf beans types, but also a whole barista set, with the little press and the whisky thing. You have never used any of these; all you know is that these sets are rather expensive. And this man apparently knows his caf, so why would he ask a random mechanic to prepare it for him?
Wondering how it is you come into ridiculous situations like this alarmingly often, you get to work, grinding the beans (you didn't know a grinder could be this silent), placing everything in the machine and starting it up. In the pantry you also find some other spices and creamer, but you reckon Hux is the kind of man to take his caf black, so you don’t put in any of the latter. Instead you add a little bit of… you don’t even know what kind of spice it is, as the little jar is unlabeled, but it smells good.
“All done, Sir,” you say as you walk up to him with the steaming mug.
He gestures to the caf table in front of him with his chin, and you’re about to place the mug down, but then see a little basket with coasters donning the First Order symbol. You pick one up and slide it under the mug.
“You can see yourself out,” is all Hux says, without looking at the mug or you.
You hesitate for a moment, not expecting to just be sent off like that. Wasn’t he even gonna try it? Wait… Why were you even waiting for a response? It’s not like you cared.
“Yes, Sir,” you bow lightly and turn on your heels, calling your droid and leaving.
On the whole walk back to your workshop, you wonder what the kriff just happened, and hope that you won’t have to deal with the General for a long time. He’s so weird.
The universe seems to be against you though, because it is only the next day when you arrive at the workshop, but this time you’re not alone. You’re the first mechanic, as for the next couple of rotations you have the early shift, but there’s a Stormtrooper waiting; that can’t mean anything good.
“Good morning, Trooper,” you greet them with a smile as you approach them. “Anything I can help you with?”
“Grab your tools and follow me,” the modulated voice orders. You pack your little bag while the Trooper just stares, then tell your droid to come, but they lift a hand.
“Leave the droid.”
You couldn’t be more confused, but you comply, telling your droid to stay. It beeps sadly and slowly rolls back around your table, where it will probably stay and wait for you to come back. You feel a little bad, but there’s nothing you can do.
The Trooper doesn’t say anything else as you follow them through the pristine halls, your steps echoing off the walls. Every now and then you have to jog a little to catch up with their hasty pace. Soon enough the route seems oddly familiar and you feel like you’re having a déjà-vu.
“Where are we going again?” you ask, even though you haven’t been told yet where the Trooper is taking you.
“General Hux called for you,” they explain.
Okay, now you are confused. You fixed his caf machine, even made him a fresh cup of it. What could he possibly still want?
The rest of the way to the General’s room is silent again, and once you arrive at the door, the Trooper knocks twice, then stands guard next to it. Again, the door opens comically quickly, as if Hux had been behind it waiting the whole time. The thought makes you smile to yourself, and you try to suppress it the best you can.
“Ah, good, you found the mechanic,” Hux says, nodding to the Trooper, who nods back and leaves the way you came from.
“What can I do for you today, Sir?” you ask as you find yourself walking into his quarters again.
This time he has you following him through the hallway to the refresher, where he points at a flickering light.
“Fix it,” he orders and leaves.
Is this some sort of twisted game where he would have you do menial tasks every day? Is the First Order targeting you? Just what in the world is going on, you think, dropping your bag of tools onto the floor with more force than necessary. I have more urgent work to do.
Heaving a silent sigh, you inspect the light. Just as you thought, all it needed was to be screwed in tighter into its socket, and the flickering stopped.
Picking up your bag from the floor, you walk into the hallway. The door to his room is open and you steal a tiny peek inside. His bed is huge! Sure must be comfy…
“All done, Sir,” you report as you come to stand beside him.
“Excellent. Now,” he says as he leaves his datapad on the couch and stands up, taking a step towards you, towering over you. Instinctively you take a step back, and the tiniest of smiles appears on his freckled face. Huh, you hadn’t noticed before that he has freckles.
“Make me a caf,” he orders.
“Sir,” you start, averting your gaze from his piercing one. “With all due respect, you have a functioning caf machine right there. I don’t see why my presence is needed.”
He narrows his eyes at you.
“How did you prepare the caf yesterday?” he asks.
Oh Maker, he probably hated it, you think as you tighten your grip on the strap of your bag.
“Uhm, I…” you hate yourself for stumbling over your words. You bet he’s getting a kick out of this. “Was it not to your liking Sir? If so, I apologise–”
“That was the best damn caf I’ve had in a long time,” he interrupts you, and you can only look up at him in surprise. “How did you prepare it?”
“I made a… I think it’s called a blend?” you try your darndest to remember just what you did yesterday when you experimented with the ingredients in the pantry. “I used beans from two different packs. They seemed like they would go well together… Sir.”
Why did you even do that? You have no idea. You’re also pretty sure you added one of the spices.
“Interesting,” Hux remarks, leaning back to stand at his full height. You didn’t even notice he was leaning in so close to you.
You kinda just stand in place, waiting for further instructions, while his eyes seem to burn through your very soul, his face unreadable.
“Then, surprise me again, mechanic,” he orders, and walks back to the couch.
You gulp for what you’re about to say, but you don’t like how he calls you ‘mechanic’ like it’s a derogatory term.
“Actually, Sir, it’s…” you say and pause, waiting for him to turn to you, and then you tell him your name.
He repeats it, as if testing out how it sounds, and you reprimand yourself internally for the beat your heart just skipped when you heard him say it.
Hux turns his attention back to the datapad, and you quickly make your way into the kitchen, leaving your bag on one of the stools.
Once more you find yourself in front of the pantry, and you get to work. You sniff the different caf packets, trying to understand anything from the colourfully worded descriptions on the back. With a shrug, you just follow your nose like you did last time, and grind up two different kinds of beans, this time without any spices, and let the machine do the rest.
Once it’s ready, you bring it to the caf table, where a coaster is already waiting this time. You place down the mug and bring your hands behind your back, waiting to be dismissed.
But instead, Hux takes the mug into his hand, blowing softly on it, and takes a sip. All without breaking eye contact with you. He waits a couple of seconds and hums. You hope that’s a good thing.
“Interesting choice,” he remarks, looking into the dark liquid reflecting the room’s lights in ripples. “You’re dismissed.”
“Sir,” you excuse yourself with the same bow as yesterday, grab your bag, and leave his quarters.
You take a quick look at the time on your datapad and curse under your breath as you’re gonna be late for the second rotation in a row, and speed up your pace.
This whole spiel goes on for almost two weeks: Hux sends someone to retrieve you from the workshop early in the morning, has you do some menial task as an excuse for calling you, then orders you to make him caf. The feedback you get for your results is sparse at best, usually only one or two words. But you did notice that he has a preference for one type of blend mixed with a certain spice. You even went as far as looking up more things to spice caf up with on the holonet, trying to apply it to the ingredients in his pantry.
The more time you spend in his room, the more he opens up little by little as well. At first you’d work in silence. Then he’d sit on the stools by the kitchen instead of the couch, doing some work. Then he’d put down the datapad to watch you work, and it even came as far as doing smalltalk. Once he even asked you for your input regarding a technical matter in his work, where you caught a glimpse of some schematics of something huge. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you curious to know what he was working on.
As ridiculous as this whole situation was, not only did you find yourself looking forward to seeing a Trooper every morning, but you made it your goal to make a caf that would blow Hux’s socks right off.
It’s shortly after the two week mark of this whole thing that you’re on your way to the workshop, expecting to see a Trooper to pick you up, but the place is actually empty, save for your co-worker who’s on the early shift. You greet your droid, who beeps happily at your arrival, and you look around.
“Did anyone come by, buddy?” you ask, and get a negative beep-boop.
When you ask the other mechanic, she also says it’s been just her until now.
Huh, weird. No, wait, hold on a minute – why are you even expecting to get summoned in the first place? You can finally catch up on all the work you’re behind on because of the little “caf-scapades”, as you’ve been calling them.
“Alright, let’s get to work,” you tell your droid and pat it a couple of times. “There’s a lot to do.”
The nagging feeling that something is wrong doesn’t leave you though, in fact, the more time passes, the stronger it seems to get. By the end of your shift, you wonder if you should pay the General a visit out of your own volition. But you decide against it, after all he could be on a mission somewhere, or maybe he was busy today. Either way, it’s none of your business.
You wrap up for the day and finish cleaning your workstation, get your dinner, and not long after, find yourself getting ready for bed. After a quick shower, you change into a tank top and shorts, your go-to sleepwear. You’re glad that despite the harsh outside conditions, the living quarters are well heated.
Just as you’re lifting the blanket to get into your bed, you hear your datapad beep twice: a message. You wonder who it could be this late at night.
With a sigh, you make your way to the table and pick up the device, squinting at the light in your already dark room. You almost drop it to the floor when you see the message: “Come now. Alone.” It’s from an unknown sender, but marked as urgent: it’s gotta be from Hux. You glance at the time and roll your eyes. Of course he would have you on a regular trip to his room every morning for half a month, then suddenly stop, only to call you to his room in the middle of the night. Just what is this guy’s deal?!
You look down at yourself and sigh. This isn’t how you want the General to see you, at least not right now. Not yet. Perhaps.
You don’t really own any civilian clothes, as you’re always in the base. The only non overall kind of clothing you have is a First Order uniform, but that one is only ever really used for official events or gatherings. Plus it’s rather stiff.
All your coveralls are currently either covered in grease and/or smell of engine oil. Besides, you don’t wanna wear those over your PJs. So you grab the next best option, which is the summer version of the coveralls you almost never use because they have short sleeves, and it’s mandatory to wear long sleeves and gloves in most of the hangars and workshops. They’re clean at least, so you quickly jump into them, not even bothering to zip it up all the way, slip into your boots and head out.
Walking down the hallways to the military wing of the base at this time of night is strange; for some reason there’s more Troopers and people out and about than in the early mornings. They give you a strange side-eye when walking past you, but no one seems to question your presence at least.
When you finally make it to Hux’s room, you lift your hand to knock, but hesitate.
Why would he call you out here at this hour anyways? On one side you expect him to tell you that he’s grown tired and bored of you. On the other side you know he wouldn’t do that, not like this at least.
All day, ever since not being picked up by a Trooper, you’ve been plagued by this little voice in your head. A nagging feeling that was disguised as a strange curiosity to know where the caf-scapades would bring you two in terms of getting to know each other, yet you knew that beneath it was genuine worry for the General. He doesn’t contact you all day, then suddenly messages you (which means he went out of his way to get your contact information, since you hadn’t given it to him), and here you are, running to him the second he calls you.
You grimace at the thought, or rather the realisation, that you actually came to… like the General.
He has a weird sense of humour, and isn’t good at expressing how he feels. But if you look closely enough, you can recognise the subtle changes in his face that give away his thoughts. You can’t deny that he is very handsome, but you’re also aware that he can be a dangerous man. You’ve heard enough stories of what he and Ren have done and are capable of. And yet… There's something about his presence, like he’s surrounded by this air full of purpose and confidence, that you can’t help being pulled towards him.
So yeah, you’re intrigued by him. And you want to see more.
Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door in the pattern you usually do.
But the door stays closed.
Suddenly it dawns on you that you didn’t actually know for sure who sent the message. What if it wasn’t Hux, and something happened to him? What if he was hurt and this was all a trap?
You hold your breath, tilting your ear towards the door, trying to hear if there’s anyone at all in there, when you suddenly hear a groan from the other side.
You’re about to call out to Hux but stop yourself. You’re sure it was a groan right, and not a… moan? You feel heat rising to your cheeks at the thought.
Shaking away the images threatening to flood your brain, you knock again. You really hope you’re not interrupting anything.
This time the groan is louder, clearly pained, and it’s calling your name.
“Sir?” you ask, now definitely worried for his well-being, all other theories thrown out the window.
Suddenly, the door whooshes open, but there’s no one in front of it. Instead, you see the remote aimed at the entrance (so that’s how he opened the door so quickly), held by a Hux who’s half hanging from the couch onto the floor.
“General!” you call, close the door behind you and rush to his side.
Hux is only wearing his trousers; his shirt, jacket and belt are strewn on the floor. He probably was trying to get dressed or change, but collapsed. You grab his arms to pull him up, and you get to sit him down properly on the couch. His face is flushed all the way down to his neck, clearly running a fever. Your hand shoots up to touch his forehead and he’s burning. He weakly swats your hand away and winces in pain, his eyes shut tightly, and you feel your own gaze travelling down his jaw to his collarbones, to all the freckles covering his shoulders and pecs.
Forcing yourself to tear away your eyes, you shake his shoulder lightly.
“Sir, you need to go to bed and rest,” you tell him.
“I- I was… trying,” he huffs between heavy breaths, his eyes meeting your own in what you guess was meant to be a glare, but they lack their usual intensity.
“Lean onto me,” you instruct, pulling him up by an arm and throwing it over your shoulder. You feel how he’s fighting to slump all of his weight on you, and get moving.
It takes a while and Hux almost falls to the floor twice, but you make it to his room, where he lets himself fall onto the bed. You rush to the refresher, where you remember seeing a first aid kit, and bring it back to the room. You help him take off his boots and lift the blanket for him to climb into the bed, tucking him in once he’s settled. Then you sit down on the edge of the bed and start unpacking the kit. A cold patch goes to his forehead and you take his temperature, which is way too high.
“I’m gonna give you a stim, okay?” you warn him as you take it out of the kit, pulling the blanket down a little so you can apply it. You stick it below his collarbone in a quick motion, and he hisses.
“There, there,” you coo and can’t help but smile. He grunts as he places his forearm over his face, and you pull the blanket back up properly.
After packing everything into the kit and putting it to the side, you go to the kitchen to get a cup of water. Back in the room, you hand Hux some pills and the cup, and he downs it all without even asking what it is and with no snarky remark, which makes you feel even worse for him; the fever must be really bad.
You’re still sitting at his side, taking in his state and wondering what else you can do, when a question pops into your head.
“Why did you call me, General?” you ask him, and he peeks at you from under his arm. “Shouldn’t you have gotten a nurse or a medical droid?”
“Didn’t get my caf today,” he rasps.
“Oh, so it’s my fault you came down with a fever?” you retort playfully. He nods, and you can’t help but laugh a little.
“So now I gotta make up for my mistake?” you add, and he nods again. You exhale through your nose with a smile. “Well, General, I did all I can do for you. I’m gonna go get a medical droid–”
But before you can stand up, his hand shoots up to grab your wrist, yanking you back down.
“Armitage,” he whispers, blinking a couple of times, trying to focus his eyes on you.
“Sir–” is all you get out, trying to loosen his grip on your wrist.
“Call me Armitage,” he repeats, louder this time, eyes suddenly full of an intensity you didn’t know he had left in his state.
“Sir, I can’t– You’re–” you whimper in pain as his grip tightens around you even more. “You’re hurting me, Armitage.”
Hux looks up at you a moment longer, then down at his hand, and suddenly lets go, as if he only now realised what he was doing.
“I– I didn’t mean to…” he mumbles as his hand hesitantly reaches up to your wrist again, but much gentler this time. His fingers ghost over the irritated skin, taking your hand in his larger one, and bringing it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles.
“Stay the night,” he orders, and you feel like your heart, brain, lungs – everything just stops working altogether.
“Gener–” you start but his brows furrow in a warning glare, so you correct yourself. “Armitage, I really shouldn’t. I can’t.”
Not when you’re like this, at least, you add in your mind.
“I won’t do anything, I promise,” he assures you, his face softening, but eyes still as intense. “Just stay by my side.”
Your eyes fall to your hand still in his, and you feel him give you a squeeze. After a moment, you return it. You’re aware that this can end in one of two ways: it’s either the start of something very interesting, or the end of your career as you know it. Are you really about to risk it all for some fun?
“Okay,” you finally give in, and he sighs in relief.
Hux pats the space next to him in his enormous bed, and you walk over to the other side of it, lying down on top of the blanket. He holds your hand again and closes his eyes, starting to drift off.
– – – – –
The next morning, Hux wakes up to a dull pang of pain behind his eyes. He squints as he takes in his surroundings. When did he get to bed? Did he forget to close the blinds last night? Sitting up in the bed, he sees the patch from his forehead fall into his lap. Did he get that himself from the refresher? Why can’t he remember anything from last night?
He throws his legs over the edge of the bed, seeing that he’s still wearing his uniform’s trousers. On the nightstand is a glass of water and some pills which he assumes to be aspirin. He downs it, drinking the whole thing. Why is he so thirsty?
His eyes travel over the bed when he realises that not only is the other side ruffled, as if someone had slept there, but there’s some mechanic’s overalls neatly folded at the end of the bed too. He freezes, racking his brain for any events of the night prior, but it’s all a blur.
Suddenly he hears some clinking sounds from the kitchen. Sniffing the air he also smells food. Just as he’s about to get up to investigate, you come walking through the door, and his heart skips several beats. You’re only wearing a tank top and shorts, showing much more skin than he’d ever seen from you, and he immediately decides that he likes what he sees.
“Oh, you’re up,” you say, coming to a halt just as you pass the door, suddenly very self-conscious of how his eyes are essentially eating you up. “I made breakfast, and caf. Are you feeling any better?”
He doesn’t answer, instead looking down at the floor. You being here, dressed like this, does that mean that last night you two…? And if so, why couldn’t he remember any of it?!
Given his lack of response, you walk around the bed and stand in front of Hux, looking at him with worry.
“Hey, are you okay?” you ask, your hand coming up to his forehead. You sigh in relief when you notice his fever is almost gone, but you don’t miss how he tenses up at your touch. So if he’s back to normal again… “A-Armitage?”
Hux straightens up suddenly at the use of his name, and looks at you with a ferocity you hadn’t seen before. You instinctively take a step back, and immediately regret it when you see the hurt cross his face for a split second. Hux’s eyes fall and go to your hand which had just been on his forehead moments ago. A scowl spreads on his face as he carefully takes your wrist and brings it up to his face to inspect the bruising that spreads from the back of your hand to almost the middle of your forearm.
“Who did this to you?” he asks through gritted teeth, clearly upset.
“You did,” you answer, and he looks up at you in disbelief. “You don’t… remember anything from last night?”
“I don’t,” he groans, and when he looks back up at you, his ears burn in the cutest shade of pink. “Since I don’t remember, I have to ask… Did we… last night?”
Your cheeks get set ablaze as you shake your head, biting your lip. When he sighs in relief, you feel your heart sink momentarily, but it resumes its erratic beating with his next words.
“I’d hate myself if something happened and I didn’t remember it the next day,” he’s quick to clarify, still not letting go of your hand. “And about this… I’m sorry.”
You don’t think that apologies are something that comes easy to Hux, so you know you should just take it as such and shut up, but you can’t help your blabbering, trying to make him feel better for some reason.
“Don’t worry about it, I bruise easily,” you say with a sheepish smile. “Besides, I’ve had worse. I’ll survive.”
“Worse?” Hux asks, concerned for you and at the same time enraged at the thought of someone else hurting you.
“Yeah, look at this,” you reply, removing your hand from his to lift your shirt up a little, while the other pulls down the hem of your shorts ever so slightly, to show him a scar that goes from above your hip bone up and around your ribcage. “This one I got from when an engine fell on me.”
So you meant work accidents and not someone else laying a hand on you. Hux feels the earlier rage dissipate as he takes in your scar, and the way you so easily bared yourself to him.
Being pulled towards him by your hips, you watch in complete shock when Hux places the softest of kisses on your scar, then traces it with his fingers. He’s so close, you wonder if he can hear your heart pounding against your ribcage.
“Shall we get breakfast then?” he asks, suddenly very matter-of-factly, and stands up. “Wouldn’t want the caf to get cold after all.”
Hux walks past you to the wardrobe, getting out of your sight as he stands behind the open door. You take a moment to control your breathing and imagination, then walk towards the kitchen.
When he joins you on the stools, you notice he changed into more comfortable clothes, and you pass him his mug and a plate of eggs and bacon.
“I can also make some porridge if you think you’d stomach that better?” you offer.
“This is perfect,” he retorts, and starts eating.
You prop your hand on your elbow for a second, just taking in this moment which seems… strangely domestic. And peaceful. It feels like something you could get used to.
Snapping back to reality, you check the time on the microwave, and scramble to your feet.
“Ah, kriff! I’m so late!” you start running back and forth, gathering your things. You quickly slip into your overalls and jump into your boots without even tying them up. You appear once more next to Hux, who’s still calmly enjoying his breakfast.
“You better take the day off. I don’t want to see you around, you hear me?” you tell him, pointing at him with a scolding finger. “Drink plenty of water and stay in bed, okay? Message me if anything comes up.”
Before you realise what you’re doing, you place a quick kiss to his cheek, say your goodbyes and dash out the door, leaving a very perplexed Hux in the kitchen.
It’s only as you’re rushing down the halls that you realise not only what you’ve done but also how this must look to the passers-by: someone getting out of a high ranking officer’s room with rather dishevelled hair, not having even put on your clothes properly. You swallow your pride though, ignoring all the looks you get, and run as fast as you can to your room to get changed.
When you finally make it to the workshop, it’s no surprise to see your supervisor there, and he’s fuming. You try to sneak by to your workstation somehow, but he sees you and calls you over to his office, where he gives you an earful about impunctuality and responsibility and yadda yadda yadda. Then he goes on about how highly irregular this behaviour is from you since you’ve always been a diligent worker, and you better think twice before not appearing for work next time.
You bite your tongue and let it all pass over you. As long as you finish your work within the deadline, there’s no real risk here.
When your boss finally lets you go, you rush to your droid and get to work immediately. The next couple of rotations you’re immersed in your job, taking shift after shift to catch up on everything you still have to get done. In all this time, there’s no messages from Hux, and you’re glad, because you would probably say things to him that you’d regret later if you saw him right now. Getting so behind schedule in the first place is kind of his fault. Sure, you never told him that you were losing precious hours of work, but you didn’t think it’d get this far. That you would come to enjoy his company and hope he enjoyed yours, to the point where he had asked you to spend the night.
So, right now, you don’t want to see him, not until after the deadline. But the universe has other plans for you yet again, as it is the day before it that you see Hux again.
You had told him he should message you. He could have gone and sent a Trooper for you like last time. But no, what does this guy do? Comes to get you personally.
If it wasn’t for your droid, you wouldn’t even have seen him coming because you’re currently head-first inside a cockpit, trying to reach some cables. But its beeps alert you, and you spring up so hastily that you hit your head on the dashboard.
With a hiss and rubbing over the spot you just hit, you get out of the ship, where Hux and two of his Troopers are waiting.
“General Hux,” you greet with a polite smile, “What can I do for you?”
“Come with me,” he orders, and for a moment you look at him in disbelief.
Just what is he getting at now? No greeting, no nothing? Just ordering you around again, in front of your crew? Making you lose even more hours of work? Oh, two can play that game.
“No,” you retort after a scoff.
He comes to a halt and turns around slowly, his eyes narrowed at you in a warning glare.
“I beg your pardon?” he asks, his whole body language telling you to measure your next words very carefully, but instead, you slightly lift your chin in a defiant gesture.
“Then beg.”
Hux curls his fists at his side, and the Troopers lift their blasters to aim at you, but he lifts one hand, and they lower their weapons, but not without giving each other a look behind the General.
At this point the whole workshop is so silent, you’re sure you’d be able to hear a needle drop onto the metallic floor. Even the TIE fighters in the hangars around you seem to roar more silently.
“I am the General in charge of this base and you will listen to me!” he suddenly yells, and you avert your eyes. You can’t believe he just pulled rank on you.
Letting the tool you were holding fall into the toolbox with a clank, you walk up to him, still not looking him in the eyes.
He slightly shakes his head at you, then turns on his heels and heads for the hallway, with you in tow and the Troopers at the end.
Hux takes a different route than expected; instead of taking you to his quarters, which are pretty far away, he heads to the office wing, finding an empty conference room and getting in. He slams the button on the panel for the blinds, and the inner windows dividing the room and the hallway go dark.
“No interruptions,” he instructs the Troopers through gritted teeth, then closes the door.
You find yourself in the rather dark room now, alone, with a seemingly very angry General. He suddenly turns around and takes quick steps towards you, pushing you back against the conference table and trapping you between his arms.
“Don’t you dare defy me like that again in front of the others,” he threatens you.
“Defy you?” you say with a wry smile, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “You don’t get to order me around like your Stormtroopers. You can ask nicely, you know? Or just, I don’t know, like a normal person?”
He groans, slamming his fist onto the table, which startles you. You don’t like this attitude at all, so you push him back and take a step to the side.
“General– No, Armitage,” you try softening him up by using his name, and it seems to be working. “What even are we?”
He starts walking towards you again, slowly backing you up against the wall this time.
“If this is just a game to you, then–” you start, your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him off, but you don’t actually put any strength into it because you know what you actually want. So you let yourself be pushed further, your heart pounding with every step backwards you take. “Then let’s just stop right here. But if you’re serious about this, you need to tell me, please…”
By now, Hux is absolutely losing it, and he finally pins you against the wall, hands on either side of your face, eyes looking down into yours.
"This isn't easy for me,” he says through gritted teeth. “I– I've never– You matter to me. And, maybe you deserve better than someone like me–"
He’s cut off when you pull him closer by the collar, shaking your head, somehow not fazed by his gaze that's ripping you bare.
"I deserve you– everything of you, I want it,” you breathe.
With that, Hux’s last thread of self-control snaps, and he presses his body against yours, smashing his lips on yours. The kiss is heated, sloppy and messy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Finally you’re able to show just how much you’ve been longing for each other.
The General slips his hands under your thighs, pulling you up against the wall. You gasp in surprise and he uses that to press his tongue against yours. You hook your ankles behind him, both your hands roaming each other in desperation.
When you finally break for air, you’re panting, but Hux attacks your neck next, and he’s relentless. He spends what feels like an eternity and yet nowhere near enough kissing, biting, licking every inch of your skin he can reach. You’re sure the grip of his hands on your legs will leave bruises again, but this time you find yourself looking forward to them.
Once Hux seems satisfied, he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his shoulders rising and falling quickly with his ragged breathing.
“When you showed me that scar,” he whispers against your skin. “I thought I was gonna take you then and there.”
He leans his head back only enough to look at you, and the intensity of his eyes sends a shudder to your very bones.
“I’ll map every inch of your skin, every scar, mole and freckle, and mark it up. I want all of you,” he growls, and you’re not sure if it’s supposed to be a threat or a promise; you’re just glad that he’s holding you in place because your knees have long since given out.
You cup his face, and bring him in for another kiss. This time it’s much slower, gentler, but just as deep.
“I’d like that,” you breathe into his lips, and he smiles.
When he finally lets you down, you have to hold onto Hux because of how wobbly your legs are.
“You good?” he asks, his hands on the underside of your arms to hold you.
“Yeah,” you reassure him, and have to choke back a laugh when you look up at him.
“What?” he questions with an amused little smile.
“Come here, lemme fix your hair. You’re quite a mess,” you say, and he leans down so you can smooth out his hair as best as you can.
“Well, you should see yourself,” he chuckles as he returns the favour.
Once you’re both more or less presentable, you walk to the door. Before Hux opens it though, he takes your hand one last time in his and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.
“See you tonight?” he asks, hopeful.
“Can’t wait,” you say with a wink.
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Bonus:
When you make it back to your table in the workshop with a dreamy look on your face, your co-worker brings her hand to her mouth with a gasp.
“What?” you ask her, looking around in surprise, trying to find the source of her horror.
“Really? The General?!” she whisper-shouts, gesturing to you to follow her.
She guides you to the little supply closet at the end of the workshop and rummages in a box for a clean rag.
“What do you mean? Was it so obvious?” you ask, your cheeks still ablaze from before.
“Obvious?” she repeats rhetorically, handing you the rag and a little pocket mirror. “Honey, you can see those hickeys all the way from Coruscant.”
“Wait, what?” you blurt out and look into the mirror. Sure enough, the General made sure you won’t be able to walk around the base without a turtleneck for several rotations. He went absolutely ham.
“Gha!” you shriek, tying the rag around your neck like a scarf. “I’m gonna kill him!”
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Track 5: Landslide by Fleetwood Mac - Give me a character and an angst prompt (or give me free rein) and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons about it.
Armitage Hux x GN! Reader
Here's some angsty goodness for you, bestie! Thanks for your patience 😬
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Warnings: angst (as you would expect), minor sexual content, miscommunication, Hux is stupid.
This was a mistake.
Armitage doesn't need to hear you say it. It's hanging in the air around you. It's in the cant of your body away from him, the sheen of your skin. He can only see a sliver of your face from where he lays, watching the way your pulse thrums in your neck as you try to catch your breath.
And he had been so sure. Armitage never did anything without being sure, but for this he had been certain. If he could get you here, to his bed, could get to the point where he'd pull you against him and memorize the feeling of your skin against his palms, he knew that it would be enough.
But it wasn't. He wasn't.
The sheets shift as you turn to face him, covering your body with the fabric gathered in a tight fist. Hiding from him, from the marks he'd left on you. Armitage can still see the shape of his teeth printed against the skin of your neck, and the hot flush of embarrassment seeps into his spine.
Stupid of him—to think you wanted him in any capacity, but especially sexual. So blinded by his own pleasure that he almost believed you enjoyed yourself. That you wanted to be with him.
The thought makes Armitage sick.
Your lips part, a heavy sigh between them. Heavier words are sure to follow.
He steals them from you before you get the chance.
"You should go."
Relief floods your features, mouth falling closed, grateful, maybe, that you didn't have to be the one to say it. Maybe you'll be generous and let him believe the lie he's telling you—that he didn't want this. That he hadn't been dreaming of the warm flush of your skin when he coaxed you to new heights.
You murmur an agreement, slipping between the sheets. He keeps his eyes pinned on some distant point and ignores the sound of you slipping back into your clothes that, hours ago, he would have killed for the chance to strip off of you.
There's a tepid silence, and Armitage doesn't dare break it. It's been ages since he's felt a sting like this at the back of his throat, the tightness that comes with it.
You're at the door, and he still won't look at you, although he feels the weight of your eyes well enough. A feeling he used to crave.
"Goodbye, General," you mumble with a heavy pause after, leaving the room emptier than it's ever felt before.
Armitage sits straight, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. There are some lessons he still hasn't learned, no matter how many times they're taught.
He's better off this way. Better without you.
Better alone.
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"Boy! Bring us wine" Lord yelled looking at Kylo and General with a smiled. Kylo grimaced.
"I thought you do not keep slaves any more"
"Oh we don't. It's my son. At least he can be of use like that. Not really skilful in fight" Hux almost bit off his tongue. Kylo looked at him in surprise feeling a wave of immediate hate. Lord grabbed wine from the tray.
"We don't drink." Hux said before Kylo could take a glass.
"Bring them something else."
"No. I am not going to be here longer that it's required. Are you decided on the price, or we should leave?"
"What's gotten into you General?'
Kylo wanted to know that too.
"I have rethought our deal. I have no intend to negotiate with a person who treats his family no better than slaves. " Lord laughed.
"I wasn't aware that First Order valued family that much." Kylo wasn't aware of that too. "Neither you, General Hux. Didn't you kill your own father? That's what i have heard."
" That's what they say?" He mused "well i guess some fathers deserves that, aren't they? Maybe we should check. Just a little experiment." He pulled out his blaster and offered it to the boy. Glasses fell to the ground and shattered. Lord quickly pulled out his own weapon but Kylo took it with the Force.
"Indulge us, my Lord" Ren smiled. Not really knowing what's going on. Man said something in unknown language but boy did not react. He took Hux's blaster and shoot immediately. For a moment everyone was motionless. The body of and old Lord slipped on the ground. Hux slowly took his blaster away observing the body. "Our negotiations are... Suspended. I think." Kylo said.
"Nonsense." Hux looked at the boy. "We will need a translator though. I don't thing our young Lord knows Basic well."
"Him? Does he even... It's a child Hux."
" He was old enough to kill then he is old enough to bear the consequences" he glanced at protocol droid "Translate. You will agree to our terms or everyone in this room will die."
They left with one of the best deals they have ever negotiated. Hux was weirdly silent for the whole flight and Kylo found himself unable to ask.
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Feel Good
Characters: Armitage Hux x reader
Summary: Armitage Hux often lets his insecurities prevent him from having the relationships he truly deserves. Perhaps if he needs to see that he is not the only person with baggage.
Word Count: 1111 words
His heart was pounding so loud that it drowned out every other sound aside from those gentle sighs that were escaping you, sighs that he was responsible for as his lips explored the soft skin of your neck. His hands caressed the contours of your body, the desire to rip off the material blocking his skin from yours growing with every passing second. The two of you stumbled into his bedroom, lips never leaving the others despite the breathy giggles every time either of you almost lost your balance. This was entirely out of character for him, he felt free and desired and… and then your fingers tugged his shirt from his waistband, and he froze.
“Could- just a minute.” He murmured, slipping out of your embrace to turn out the lights, plunging the room into a thick darkness which was only punctuated by the occasional star outside his window. For a moment, he considered activating the shutters to wipe out the last vestiges of light, but then he would be denying himself the fleeting glances of your body. Carefully making his way back to you, he kissed you passionately, pleading, begging for you to understand that his actions were about him and not you.
How could he tell you that he liked himself best in the dark? That the inky shades hid the scars, both physical and emotional. He couldn’t explain to you that he feared you would look at him at his most vulnerable and reject him, like everyone else had.
That voice in his head had found its way into his thoughts, making him second guess every movement, every kiss, every caress, every moan. It told him that you wouldn’t stay once he had disappointed you, once you’d had to fake your pleasure. Then it reasoned, that if you did stay, it would be out of pity, because surely you would realise why nobody wanted him. It made him feel self-conscious, stealing away the pleasure of the moment, leading to him positioning you so you couldn’t look at him and then taking his frustrations out in contrast to the sweet, tender kisses you had shared earlier in the evening.
Collapsing onto the mattress with a huff, he turned his head to look at you with a mixture of anguish and resignation. How could anyone want him? He didn’t want him! That aching loneliness which resided deep inside him like a blackhole seemed to grow. Here he was, lay in the arms of the most wonderful person he had ever had the pleasure of meeting, this amazing person who had willingly come to his bed, and still he couldn’t get out of his own head. He couldn’t escape the worthless feeling that he was a waste of existence, that you deserved so much more.
An hour later and Armitage was watching you dress. He couldn’t ask you to stay and you had said something about needing to get ready for your shift. The room was still dark and he longed to reach for you, to tug you back to him, to feel something other than the pain of knowing you would probably never return.
“I will see you later, Armitage.” Your voice was sweet, like honey, and you caressed his cheek before leaning down and placing the most tender kiss to his lips, a kiss that had him on the verge of tears. He heard the door close before he pulled himself up to sit on the edge of his bed and allowed the tears to flow, his shoulders shaking with the sobs he fought to keep silent despite being alone.
Armitage had successfully avoided you for the next few cycles, occasionally passing you in the corridors but no words exchanged. It was torture, but one he believed he deserved. Perhaps you would meet someone else, someone infinitely better than him. The shame of how he had treated you burned in his chest, which is probably why he had agreed to Phasma setting up a dinner, one she had assured him you would attend.
He checked his watch once more, it had been thirty minutes and there was no sign of you arriving.
“Would you like me to bring your food, General?” The waiter asked cautiously.
“My dining companion is just running late. I will wait.” He nodded curtly, already knowing in his heart that you were not going to show, that he had made too many mistakes, had been too much of a disappointment to be forgiven.
He never should have agreed to this, never should have let Phasma give him hope. His appetite had dissolved leaving nothing but a knot of tension in his stomach. He carried too much dead weight, too much baggage to be loved. His fingers trailed over the smooth surface of the glass which held your favourite drink, and he closed his eyes, taking a steadying breath. Five more minutes and then he would call an end to this charade.
The tell-tale swoosh of the door had him slowly opening his eyes, fully prepared to see a contrite Phasma, instead he felt all the air disappear from his lungs.
“Oh, thank the maker you’re still here! I am so sorry! I was late coming off my shift and then on my way here I was stopped by- that doesn’t matter, what matters is that I am here and terribly sorry for keeping you waiting.” Your brow furrowed slightly, anxiety hiding in your expression.
Getting to his feet, he quickly made his way across to you, a thousand words fighting to escape all at once.
“I think it is I who need to apologise. My behaviour of late is inexcusable. I would not have held it against you if you had refused to dine with me.”
“Your behaviour?” The pure confusion on your face made him feel even more guilty. “Armitage, you are a General, you are incredibly important and incredibly busy. I know spending time with me is not a priority.”
“Oh, darling, how could you ever think that?” Reaching to cup your face, his eyes stared deep into yours, trying to understand how you could believe you didn’t deserve to be a priority. A realization washed over him. You had your own little voice. Perhaps it didn’t say exactly what his did, but it was there, and he wanted to make it his job to contradict it.
“I want to make you a priority. I would like to start by sharing a meal, then, perhaps, the evening?” He had some making up to do, and he hoped that in making you feel good, it would make him feel better about himself too.
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Reylo Scenes: TROS Part 1
If there's one name I don't wanna hear about my Reylo it's Colin Trevorrow.
I will be referencing the novelization, BTS interviews, comics and visual dictionary cause how do I say this? All of that makes the movie more coherent. That's the main issue with the movie. A lot of information was left on the cutting room floor.
Side note: There is one line in the novelization "a kiss of gratitude" the way anti-Reylos clung to that shit, like, it was even in Screenrant articles. It's one line while the rest of the novel heavily supports Reylo. This is in the BTS video for the making of the film from the team.....
"What if your sort of soulmate in the force was your enemy? Circumstance pits them against each other, but the force bonds them together. They understand each other almost from a point of view of fate and yet fate has made them enemies" That's a great story! Genuinely that's a wonderful literary, cinematic and epic story.
Daisy Ridley, "The stuff with Adam always has been so emotional. Trying to find that balance of feeling the light side but also feeling the draw to the dark side."
Adam Driver "He learns that over the course of the movie that they're two halves of the same thing. I think it just, if anything, reaffirms what he knows intuitively and has known for a while but hasn't been able to articulate until he can."
Seriously Antis?!... Accept the shit, enjoy the ride and move on.
In the visual dictionary the information provided from Ren's perspective during the interrogation is "Kylo Ren feels an innate connection to the scavenger, unaware that they form a prophesied dyad." In the time period between TLJ and TROS, Rey and Ben actually have had a run-in with one another though they haven't had a forcetime since the TLJ.
General Hux quote from the novel 'Ren had no soft spots for anyone - except maybe the scavenger' No, maybe about that. Stormtroopers stay in awe.
The movie starts with (The most chopped up opening) bad ass supreme leader Kylo Ren for literally 5 minutes before he's co-pilot to dummy Palpy. In the novelization it's revealed what exactly he saw during the hut vision with Rey. "He’d glimpsed her parents in a vision, a poor, frightened couple eking out a meagre existence, surviving on the edge of desperation. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told her they were nothing, nobodies. But Force visions were filled with tricky truths and potential realities. Maybe he had missed something." No, her story hadn't been retconned yet.
Grandpappy Palpy offers Ren the Sith fleet if Kylo kills Rey (except he doesn't want her killed...Ren's the backup?) Kylo pursues Rey under the pretense that he agreed to kill her. Ren ain't even about that life. He's like oh sure! Get the fuck out of here.
Meanwhile Rey is training with Leia/R2D2 with the assistance of Poe and Finn. There's a moment when Kylo Ren is praying over his grandpappy Darth Vader mask and bridges his mind with Rey's (They should've done more with this in this movie).
We don't know if she's confided in anyone about her connection to Ren. It would have served the story better if she had.
The damn mask is back. *Eye Roll*
On Pasaana we have their first forceskype. In the movie, it's like two ex's running into each other and don't know what to say. God bless Adam Driver and Daisy Ridley, but mainly Adam Driver for all the work he put into spinning mostly exposition writing into something swallowable. Yes, the dialogue is stiff, but Ren's motivation at this point is semi-layered. He warns her that Palpatine wants her dead not only because he wants her at his side, but also to protect her from Palpatine. Ruling alongside Rey has become Ren's greatest ambition. Ren and Rey mean King and Queen after all. In the novel, 'He wanted to kill the past, yes. Rule supreme over the galaxy, certainly. And the massive fleet on Exegol would help him do that. But the ambition that cut into his being was the thought of reigning side by side with her. They were connected. They had defeated Snoke. Together they would be invincible.'
Both Rey and Ren are so desperate for that connection. Both also understand how powerful they were and could be together. Their battle together in Snoke’s throne room features some of the best visual storytelling in the entire series. This is where you see them together at their best, showing the promise of the potential they possess as a unit. Not to mention the emotional depth they bring to the others lives. Both are looking for confirmation of the others feeling.
"I offered you my hand once, you wanted to take it, why didn't it?"
"You could have killed me. Why didn't you?"
Next scene is in the desert of Pasaana. The second Ren is on the planet she senses him through the force and he sense her. The infamous running in the desert to run you down trailer scene. Prior to the movie release people correctly presumed this was Kylo Ren, but thought it was a training exercise hahaha because it made no sense. The movie was released and it still made no sense unless you've read the novel.
Kylo Ren sensed her before he saw her. As he flew his TIE whisper along the flat desert, she was a bright presence in his mind, practically glowing with determination and ferocity. He finally understood. Han Solo was his past. But Rey was his light.
The dark side clouded his judgement and urged him to cut all the ties to light. In the end, the murderous impulses contradicted his deepest desire to have Rey for himself.
I'm actually more interest in the scenes in the last 3/4 so moving onto those.
#reylo#ben solo#star wars#finnrey#rey skywalker#rey star wars#kylo ren#kylo x rey#general hux#ben solo x rey#rey nobody#ben x rey#tros#ben solo deserved better
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My fave kylux trope will always be 'functional human Hux accidentally adopts a messy, damaged stray. Despite the warning signs and his own better judgement, he keeps him'
Which of course means Kylo getting the ‘to be loved is to be changed’ treatment, as the poor thing deserves
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what if tros was written by rian johnson
I ask myself this question at least twice a day, nonnie.
We could have had it all. Rey would still be Rey from nowhere, proving you don't have to have some super fancy family lineage to be special, to be worthy. Finn would have revealed the fact that he was force sensitive as well, and we would have gotten to really explore that and how that's juxtaposed against his forced conscription as he starts training with Rey and Leia. Poe would not have been a drug smuggler (fuck you jj, that shit is racist as hell and you know it), but the son of famed resistance fighters who were genuinely trying to make the world a better place. Rose would have actually had a fucking role and done her best to avenge the loss of her sister while still fighting for those she loves and upholding her belief in a galaxy that is better than her homeworld. Ben would have lived and, in turn, actually had to atone for his wrongs against the resistance and the galaxy at large while also exploring what it actually means to be half of a dyad - literally the other half of someone's soul. We could have had an exploration of what the Jedi order (potentially a gray Jedi order) would have looked like in the hands of Rey, Ben, and Finn. I think that Hux would have been the Big Villain™️ and it would have been an insane fight against the closest thing to space nazi's we've got. Because let me tell you, that speech Domhnall gave in TFA? Bone chilling. That is the villain we deserved in TROS.
But all in all, it would have been a story about hope, love, and redemption. All the things that star wars stands for that jj abrams hates apparently.
So yeah, I have a lot of thoughts about this lol
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what your fave star wars movie villain says about you
Darth Maul: You are completely feral and should be put on a leash. Bit of a monster fucker.
Count Dooku: Radical leftist attached to two very particular Star Wars books. Also, dilf lover.
General Grievous: Clone Wars 2003 is the greatest piece of Star Wars media and you are addicted to that one Rasputin amv. Definitely fucks robots.
Anakin Skywalker: Unhinged, ignores red flags, and loves the tragedy of the prequels as well as the added canon of The Clone Wars. Padme kin.
Darth Vader: Monster fucker, robot fucker, dilf fucker, you are the ultimate form of all of the above. That one scene in Rogue One is the greatest thing Disney has ever done with Star Wars and will ever do.
Sheev Palpatine: You think prequel memes are the funniest shit to come out of the fandom and you're completely right. I don't think you would like to fuck this man, but if you do, I am terrified of you.
Grand Moff Tarkin: Either you already loved Peter Cushing before watching Star Wars or his character in A New Hope just is that good. The weird deepfake shit Disney did in Rogue One haunts you to this day. TK-421 is your everything.
Jabba the Hutt: Jabba's Palace scene at the start of ROTJ is VERY underrated to you. You honestly just like the most unapologetically awful characters and I respect that.
Boba Fett: You saw this dude stand around and do nothing and then die, then somehow willed him back to life. Unfortunately, you used a monkey paw to do so, and you got Book of Boba Fett. I am so sorry for what they've done to you.
Jango Fett: You are what Boba Fett fans want and more. The only reasons you aren't worshipped more in the fandom is because you're not from the OT and there's a few million of you running around anyway.
Kylo Ren: heterosexual.
Hux: You think that the best Star Wars villains aren't the force-users, but the officers that command or are equal to them.
Phasma: You are like the Boba Fett fans except Phasma was created to be a Boba Fett-esque character so you are dedicated to fixing Disney's mistake. Gwendoline Christie deserved better.
generic Battle Droid: You are enlightened. Can I join your cult.
#star wars#count dooku#darth maul#anakin skywalker#darth vader#general grevious#grand moff tarkin#jabba the hutt#boba fett#jango fett#general hux#captain phasma#battle droid#my post
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DEFECTIVE GOOD PART 9
(Shorter somehow. A lot of angst. 😂)
Once in her room, JR-6025 sighed and seemed unable to fall asleep. However, she knew she didn’t have a choice if she wanted to face another day and Lieutenant Li the next morning. She closed her eyes and even though her mind was in chaos…she finally fell asleep and started dreaming. A dark figure standing before her—menacing to swallow her whole. She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. What now ?
"…Strange."
She recognised the voice and she looked up to find none other than Kylo Ren before her. She frowned. This was…unexpected. They stayed in front of each other for a moment—both surprised by this strange apparition.
"You ?" She asked in a whisper and Kylo Ren nodded.
"It would appear so." He replied and tilted his head. "I figure you must have expected someone else."
She stared at him for a long moment. She wanted to say something clever, say something that would throw him off...Instead, she remained silent. Her breathing was shaky.
"No," she finally replied. "I...wasn't expecting anyone at all."
"Hmm. I see." He leant forward. "I can feel your frustration and anger. I heard about Azterri. Our dear general decided to kill them all, didn’t he ?"
A sharp intake of breath came out of her. For a long moment, she said nothing in reply. She could say nothing to him. She could only nod in confirmation as screams and death plagued her mind. Was that really necessary ?
"Poor…child." Kylo Ren hummed as he observed her. "…You are in pain."
"I'm not a child," she protested. But the way she looked away as she said it betrayed her words. The fact that she looked away. She knew it was because she felt like a child—helpless and vulnerable in front of...
Him.
She crossed her arms over her chest, her tone now becoming more aggressive with each new word she spoke.
"What are you doing in my mind, Lord Ren ? Were you sent here by general Hux ? Or did you simply decide upon yourself that you could just barge in like this..."
He chuckled coldly.
"Me ? Sent by general Hux ? Now…You should know better by now."
She sighed.
"...So, then, you just decided on your own that you could just..." She couldn't bear to say it, even though she knew. "You decided...you could just barge in my head whenever you pleased."
He chuckled again before sitting down next to her.
"Yes. As Supreme Lord. I am allowed many things…including entering your mind whenever I please."
She rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling of her head…trying to find reason in the chaos of her thoughts.
"But what if..." She didn't finish her sentence, but it was clear what she meant. Her words hadn't gone unnoticed.
What if general Hux found out...
Ren read her mind and sighed.
"Even after everything that the fool had done to you, you persist on following him like a blind sheep to the slaughter ?"
There was a moment where she didn't respond. She seemed to hesitate and think over her next words carefully. And the fact that she hesitated, the fact that she thought about what he had said, made it all the more painful. She had alwa thought the general to be a great man. And after having seen just how far he could go…She was starting to have doubts. But, she still wanted to believe…
"Is it so...wrong ?" she asked quietly, not looking at him, "To want to believe in him ?"
Kylo Ren seemed taken aback by the question before he chuckled at her words.
"Not wrong. Just…surprising. Tell me…What has he done to deserve such loyalty from you ?"
"I—" she started, a pause coming right afterwards. She was at a loss for words, unable to find a fitting response to the question. "He is...my general...and my leader...and..."
She said nothing more. What else could she possibly say to make it sound right...?
"…As I suspected. You are overruled by your own emotions. You do not think with your head, but with your heart." Supreme Lord Ren hummed understandingly and JR sighed in defeat and frustration.
"Congratulations. You found my weakness. Now, please. Leave me alone."
He remained still before replying.
"I am afraid that this is not how it works…" He clicked his tongue before looking at her. "The Force sensed your disturbance and called me for a reason. Now, the only way for me to disappear from your mind is if I help you get rid of that fear and uncertainty in your mind…"
JR didn’t listen to him. She refused.
"The conflict in me is not one you can solve, Lord Ren." She finally replied. Even though she hoped he could…
Suddenly, she heard a sort of airy noise—like of air being released in the air due to a mechanism and she slowly raised her eyes. Her eyes widened at the sight of Kylo Ren without the helmet. She had already seen his face—but smeared with blood and snow. This way, she could see far better and he even knelt on one knee to be at eye level with her.
"What do you see ?", he asked and she gasped as her eyes studied his. It...wasn't the face she had been expecting. It was gentle—uncannily so. It wasn’t the face of an unstoppable force—capable of great destruction and pain.
It was the face of a man.
Something happened in her when she looked at him without his helmet. A sharp sensation, which seemed like a mix of fear and awe. She didn't know why, but a certain feeling stirred in her chest.
"Pain," she finally answered his question.
She watched as his features softened a little. The longer she looked at it, the more her eyes kept wandering all over it, searching for something. Something beyond anger, beyond fear, beyond pain.
She wanted to look away.
But something inside her would not let her do just that.
"How is it…that all I see is pain in all the faces I see ?" She asked and her eyes watered. "…When all I want is to see joy and happiness ?"
His face was more gentle now.
He looked away, avoiding her gaze.
"You were never meant to see joy and happiness," he finally replied and there was a pause before he added. "At least not here in the First Order."
She sighed and shook her head. "…But the First Order was supposed to bring order, not misery."
"It was never about that," he told her and shook his head, "It is about dominance. About power. About crushing anyone who dares to stand against us."
"…But I…thought we were…" She looked down in shame. "…I thought we were the…good ones…"
The…good ones ? Kylo Ren almost laughed at the stormtrooper’s naive answer.
"...Did you never realize...?" He asked her—surprised. He had a cold tone but there was something else in it too. "That we were never the good ones...that, instead, we were the ones in the wrong...?"
"…I…" She closed her eyes. "…I thought…we were doing what was necessary to insure that order and war would be over. That’s what they told us. And I believed it. I…wanted to believe."
"That was a lie." He interrupted her. "The First Order...what we do is nothing but a lie. There is nothing noble in what we do..."
He remained silent for a moment.
"We have always been…the bad ones."
She gritted her teeth.
"Why are you telling me this ?"
"Because I think you deserve to know," he answered her simply before adding, "because I think it is high time for someone to tell you the truth of what we really are...and what we really do..."
"Then, if you knew…Why did you stay ?" She asked and looked up at him curiously. "If we are so terrible, Lord Ren…If we are bad…then why are you here ?"
He went silent for a long while, his expression becoming colder and harder to read. She wasn't expecting this kind of response from him, he thought to himself, I need to change her perception first.
"I stay. Because..." He stopped again. "...because there isn't anywhere else for me to go."
He looked away.
"...I cannot go back."
A pause before he continued.
"I—I burned those bridges long ago," he admitted. He went silent once again. "There is no going back for me..."
JR hesitated before deciding to remain silent. It wasn’t her place to offer advice or help the Supreme Lord in his path…
"I killed my father." He said and closed his eyes. "And even though it should fill me with pride to have let go of my past…there is something still holding me back. The old man seems to still have power over me." Han Solo used to be a living legend of the Resistance, now he was simply a legend…in the memory of those who used to love him.
JR sighed. This war wasn’t fair…
"Your father. You had a strong bound with him I imagine." JR-6025 inquired and Kylo Ren remained silent for a moment before sighing and nodding.
"We used to be inseparable." He confessed and JR-6025 felt a pang in her chest.
"Love is…hard to forget." She hesitated before slowly reaching out for his hand and giving it light squeeze. Kylo Ren looked down and hesitated before deciding not to push her away.
"Would General Hux approve of his stormtrooper offering me comfort ?" He asked with a small amused smile playing on his lips and JR-6025 smiled back.
"Probably not." She agreed, but didn’t let go of his hand. They remained silent for a moment before she opened her mouth to ask.
"Did we…really deserve this path ?" She slowly closed her eyes. "I feel so tired. I guess I should have known. I knew when Hosnian Prime was destroyed. And Azterri. But, I thought that there had to be a reason…a cause…a justification for what we did. Something…"
She is so young, he thought to himself, and yet her eyes are already so tired.
He was also silent for a while. But he finally spoke again: "the reasons we gave...the cause we were told to defend...the justifications we were told...they were all a lie. It was never about the greater good. It was only ever about domination and power. About survival. Nothing else."
JR restrained tears as she asked.
"…What am I to do then, Lord Ren ? Tell me…How do I survive ?"
He looked at her.
"…Control. Control yourself. The only emotions you should let out are pain, rage or fear. Use them. Control them. Let them all out when the moment is right and you shall become a soldier unlike any other..."
"...Like you ?", JR-6025 asked and Kylo Ren nodded.
"Yes, soldier. Like me." He confirmed calmly.
She watched as his lips formed a thin, cold smile, even as he kept himself stoic.
"...And what if I cannot control these emotions...?" She finally said, her voice barely audible.
"You have to. There is no other choice," he told her, once again, his tone was cold, stern, even brutal. She found herself wanting to pull away. But she remained there, looking at his face in silence.
"I was so naive. I believed in the First Order. Genuinely believed. I just…thought we would bring peace to the galaxy. Was it…such a bad dream ?"
His mouth was still a thin line, though his eyes were now locked on hers, searching for an answer.
"Yes..."
He went silent again for a long time.
"...The First Order..." his voice became slightly colder as he spoke of it, "...never wanted to bring peace to the galaxy. It only wanted to bring order. There is a difference..."
She bit back a sob. "I was never taught the difference."
"...You were not...you were taught to follow orders...without thinking..." His tone was sympathetic as he spoke, although it was also tinged by a feeling of pity.
"…It hurts." She gritted her teeth and her fingers tightened on his hand as she squeezed, "…It hurts so much. I just…"
"...I know." He went silent, although his eyes did not leave hers even for a moment.
What he heard in her voice and saw in her head...it's...pure, but in pain...she is so innocent, yet suffering so much from her naïveté...her pain reminds him of himself...of how he once felt...so afraid, so lost, so hurt...
"…I am tired, Lord Ren. I was not built for such things as feelings or emotions. And my chest hurts…I feel things I shouldn’t…And they threaten to burst." She sighed.
"...You are a sensitive person..." he whispered.
...The kind of person that shouldn't have ended up where she did...
He paused for a moment, as if he was making a decision.
"Come here."
She sighed. "…Are you going to kill me ? Call me a traitor ? Like general Hux did…"
"No..." He immediately said without a pause, with a tone of certainty. He reached his hand out, calling for her to do what he said. To come closer. She scooted closer to him and took his hand. Another tense moment of silence, before he started slowly taking deep breaths, and slowly guiding her hand to gently press up against his heart.
Beat after beat...beat after beat...
"Feel it..."
She smiled. "…It’s a nice song."
Her words prompted a small, genuine smile to appear on his face. His breath became even slower now, and he was guiding her hand with every beat.
Beat after beat...beat after beat...
"…It’s nice." Her smile widened. "…You could call me a fool but, I first thought you weren’t human. And turns out, you’re the most humane person on this ship."
Her words made him pause for a moment, taking them in. She had a point...Despite being a Sith Lord, and despite the fact that he has done nothing but cause pain and destruction...she was calling him humane...She may indeed be a fool...
"...You are not a fool...At least...not completely..." He said and she smiled.
"Thank you."
He was speechless.
He was losing at this moment. Losing to a stormtrooper.
How did this happen ? A Sith Lord, a dark lord on the level of Darth Sidious, being caught in a vulnerable moment by a stormtrooper who hasn't gone through any kind of training involving dealing with the force...
How did it come to this ?
She saw through him, saw through everything and now...she was thanking him. Another moment of silence, as his breath remained even and slow.
This is...strange...to feel this way...but...
"Do not thank me..."
The words escaped his mouth before he even realized it.
"…Why ?" She asked and he turned his head away.
"...I do not deserve your gratitude..."
A moment of silence in which the only thing that can be heard is the beating of his heart, which beat at the same pace as hers.
"…Do you not ? You told me the truth. You opened my eyes. And for that, you deserve my gratitude…" She replied and smiled. Kylo Ren remained silent before he chuckled and shook his head.
"So…thank you, Lord Ren."
He was about to answer when he realised…She was gone. He was back in his bed—far from her mind…and the sun was rising outside.
He sighed.
It seemed she had woken up…
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General Hux x f!reader
Fluff, you two are married and you take care of him after a rough day.
It had been a long day with a lot or problems. You needed a break. You walked down the halls to your room you shared with your husband barely staying awake. You reached the door and collapsed on to the couch. It would be another hour or so before Hux got home so you decided to take a nap, waste some time. You deserved it.
You woke up to the automatic door opening to see you husband walking in mumbling curses under his breath not noticing you on the couch. "Hey what's wrong? " He turned around, realizing you were there apologising for not noticing you.
"What happened? " you asked walking over to him, he sighed "Everything just went wrong when it shouldn't have, simple things were done wrong and I took the heat for it! " he rested against the counter and sighed once more. You wrapped you arms around from behind, resting your head on his shoulder "Let's take a break. " "We're too busy. " You hugged him tighter "Do I care? "
You lead him to the living room and sat him down on the couch ignoring his protests. "You've worked enough for one day, relax and let me take care of you. " You handed him the tv remote and walked of to the kitchen. You started cooking one of his favorite meals while trying to be quiet as possible to not disturb your partner.
As you cooked you glanced over at your partner to see him beginning to relax, even seeing a small smile start to appear on his face. Just seeing him smile could make your day a million times better.
You turned your attention back to your recipe trying to finish it up without burning it. You loved cooking for him, seeing him happy over something you did, appreciating something you did.
You walked over to Hux and placed the two dishes on the small table in front of him. As soon as he saw the dishes he smiled, he loved when you did this kind of stuff, small surprises that were made with care.
You sat down next to him, pulling him close as you kissed his cheek. You both grabbed your plate and quietly ate watching whatever what on the TV resting your head on his shoulder.
You had finished up dinner and placed the dishes in the sink not wanting to deal with them at the moment. You walked back over to your husband and sat back down, cuddling up against him. "I'm tired." you said as you rested against him. He nodded in agreement. "Wanna shower and go to bed? " you asked looking up at him. He smiled and nodded and began walking to the bathroom.
You got there to see him undressing and closed the door behind you. You helped each other get undressed and stepped into the shower enjoying the comfort of the warm water.
You hardly ever got to spend quality time together anymore so moments like these were cherished. You pulled him close to you into a gentle embrace and rested your head on his shoulder. "I love you" you said as you nuzzled you face into his neck. He gently kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer to him, closing all gaps between you.
You stayed there for what seemed like hours just enjoying each other's company. The water began to run cold and only then did you seperate both mutually annoyed at the loss of warmth.
He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you and lifted your chin to give you a kiss. You wrapped yourselves in your towels and grabbed some clean clothes from your shared closest and sat down on your bed.
"So, you enjoy your day? " you asked leaning against his newly clothed form. "The part where you were in it, yes. " he pulled you closer for a passionate kiss. You loved the way his lips felt on yours but unfortunately it had to be cut short. "It's late, we should get some sleep. " with a sigh you two layed back into your sheets and pulled each other close.
"I love you Hux" he pulled you closer "I love you too doll"
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