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idol redacted au would be so cute can anyone plz hear me out.
babe, lovely, treasure & darlin’ would be a music idol group and angel + sweetheart would be a duo who collaborated with them
freelancer, damien & huxley would be their own little group in early high school & dropped it when they got to college (gavin found out from huxley)
smartass & darlin’ had their own side gig definitely with honey
and angel, sweetheart & guy would would have their own little track together!!!
“our idol days? gosh that was old news, co worker,,,” huxley laughs bashfully. “cmon i wanna see, freelancer won’t show me,,” gavin groans as hux laughs. wiping a tear from his eyes. “duh! they were lead. they were a bit promiscuous back then,,” his face pales realizing what he said. he suddenly remembers when freelancer & damien told him not to tell gavin anything about their idol days and gavin’s eyes widening and co workers grin made him realize his actions,,
david, asher, milo & sam found out by babe, babe was yapping about highschool as they accidentally mentioned their debutes and sam overheard from the other room.
“idol what.” david deadpanned
i imagine them watching their old commercials and mvs together. angel would be the silent one and darlin’ would be reveling in their embarrassment, not free from their own ofc,,,
babe: darlin’ remember our red dead ad together?
sam: what. (loves rdr)
basically a video of smartass, darlin’ babe and sweetheart as cowboys for a budlight x rdr ad.
sam’s jaw was on the floor as darlin’ appeared on screen.
their hair slicked back lazily as their hair comfortably laid fluffily on their shoulder, the cowboy hat snug on their hat. their chest BARELY showing out from the flannel and the boot cut jeans with a shotgun on their arm. a cigar lit in their mouth.
babe and smartass were relatively similarly clothed, except babe was a slut and a bit more of their chest was exposed and they wore low waisted jeans and boots. they had a lasso instead as well, a confident grin was placed on babes face along side with smartass’s face.
sweetheart was shown as the sheriff and capturing darlin’ and milo was practically struggling to keep it in his pants, seeing sweetheart go to work and cuffing someone did things to him.
AUGHHH I NEED PEOPLE TO HEAR ME OUT GAIS PLZZ
#redacted asmr#redacted asher#redacted david#redacted babe#redacted milo#redacted sam#redacted angel#redacted sweetheart#redacted darlin#redacted headcanons#redacted huxley#redacted vincent#redacted porter#redacted treasure#redacted smartass#redacted aaron
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OOOOOHHHHH HIIIII OKOKOK ever since Singularity was released I've been so in love oh my god monster fuckers unite
Could we maybe have something with yandere Hux? There's a new survivor (gn reader) and something just snaps in Hux and it just has the need to like own the reader. Whatever it has to do to get the reader, it will do it.
Let's say that the Entity wouldn't allow that. So during matches, Hux gets the other 3 survivors out of the way so it can get some time with the reader. And may Entity have mercy on any unfortunate soul who tries to get between Hux and the reader.
Ofc totally fine if you don't want to write this!! Thank you for your time ilysm!!
✩ pairing: the singularity x gn!survivor!reader.
✩ warnings: yan stuff, slight descriptions of gore & violence (the singularity’s mori), nsfw; mdni. specific tw’s under the cut.
✩ note: MONSTER FUCKERS UNITE thank you sm for this request it’s like exactly what i was hoping for when i made the post saying i write for hux now!! also it got a little nsfw at the end i hope it’s okay w you👉👈 i had sm fun writing this, sorry it got a little long.
✩ tw: smutty implications but no detail (do lmk if you want a part two w those details though🫣).
this amalgamation of flesh and metal had a very limited spectrum of emotions, and in terms of the humans it was only more limited; only experiencing disdain and the acute awareness of superiority in the presence of them
seeing you was like finding yet another alien crystal that granted hux a new set of emotions and awareness, something that the half-human-half-machine was not meant to feel
it wasn’t love, a creature like hux could never comprehend such a primitive and all-too-human emotion like that
it was something similar, though; need, an intense need
but that word didn’t quite encompass the feeling either
it confused hux, maybe even scared it
maybe the human components of hux’s body were taking their toll, giving hux the primitive human qualities that it hated
this was something that hux needed to overcome and get to the end of, and the only way to do that was to follow through, let this feeling lead hux so that it could end it
but in a trial with three varmints getting in its way, bringing all four survivors—and most importantly, you—closer and closer to escaping hux’s clutches, it wouldn’t be so easy
in its computer brain, it deduced that the quickest and most efficient way was to get rid of the other three, get you alone
one by one you’d hear the screams of your fellow survivors in the distance, paired with the unforgiving and impersonal voice of hux
“it will be fast, possibly painless”
none of them standing a chance against hux and it’s determination to get them out of its way
and by the end, it’s all too quiet out, and you’d have to be beyond lucky to get the remaining generators working in time to escape unharmed
making your way around the map, desperate to find the hatch—your last hope—you come across the sprawled and unmoving bodies of one, two and three of the other survivors
their faces utterly decimated, hardly human anymore, now just the viscera that made them up before
you were alone, and seeing your dead friends with melted faces brought you to one conclusion; that you were staring death in the face, and the same thing that happened to them would inevitably happen to you
the mechanical sound of hux stepping toward you solidified it
now that you were standing right in front of hux, completely at its mercy, it realized it still didn’t exactly know what it singled you out for, what it’d do when it got to this point
the machine’s hesitation, although short, gave you time to admire its mangled form, beautiful in a way
overcome with that feeling of obsession, hux just kept following the same instinct that brought the two of you here
maybe it was another fault of hux’s human components, a driving force that couldn’t be comprehended by such a superior computer brain
it was biological, a desire coming from the weak, needy flesh that hux had sculpted itself with
in such a primal, depraved state, the machine realized what it had done all of this for; what it needed
hux needed to own and claim you
in hux’s unrelenting grasp, you try to wiggle to free yourself
“squirm, little worm”
˗ˏˋ ꩜ :: THX 4 READING.
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WIP tag game
RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
(Thanks for the tag @joejoequinnquinn ! Most of mine are ongoing series that I haven't wrapped up, but there are a few new surprises for the next multiparters I'm cookin!)
1. Violet (Will Ransome × ofc)
2. Eddie's Education (older Eddie Munson x ofc)
3. Sex and Death (Magnus Martinsson ×
ofc)
4. Under Your Skin (Hux x ofc) *I haven't announced anything about this yet but feel free to ask!*
5. The Other Side ( KasEddie x ofc ) *also one I haven't given any info about yet! Feel free to ask!
No pressure tags! @lemongingerart @ladyofthestayingpower @glitchquake @eddies-house @unlucky-number-13
#peb's upcoming works#lovely mutuals#lovely fanfic friends#sas#eddie munson fanfic#will ransome fan fic#general hux fanfic#magnus martinsson fan fic#Mew Mew the Mango says hi
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JULY 2022 (part one)
fandoms featured on this list; star wars, kenobi, the mandalorian, rogue one, & triple frontier 💫
thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙
please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only
mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **
be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you
& of course, enjoy responsibly
all the love xo A ☕
✨️ apologies for this month’s list being a little shorter than usual ! I had some things going on, so some of these are comfort reads, & repeats that I’ve read again, new things I’ve read, or various series that I’ve started. hope you enjoy ! & happy reading ! 🤗
please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌
find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, Aug 2022 coming soon ! ✨
please let me know if you would like to be removed
✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !
STAR WARS
✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !
✨ Anakin Skywalker
Stars, Hide Your Fires by @dearviper ao3 (sith!reader) (cw: major character death, mace windu)
Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker | darth vader) **
Stolen Moments by @full-time-make-believer, FullTimeMakeBeliever on ao3 (f!reader)
✨ Armitage Hux
Between the Wars by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader, or gn!reader)
The Crystalline Knowledge of You (series) by @Irma7x on ao3 (practical magic au) (armitage hux, kylo ren) (f!reader) **
Prompts – Hux has baby fever by @mylifeisactuallyamess (cw: children, babies) (f!reader)
✨ Boba Fett
Arise, Ascend (series) by @zinzinina (f!reader) **
✨ Din Djarin
Brown Eyes (series) by @mandelirious (coffee shop au) (modern au)
Distracted by @ghostwiththemostbitch (sex pollen, consensual) (f!reader) **
Grogu’s Teacher (series) by @firstofficerwiggles (mand’alor!din) (f!reader)
Like A Moth to the Flame by @the-scandalorian (monster!dark!din) (dark beauty & the beast au) (f!reader) **
Skydalorian (series) (three works) by @celestial-alignment @Celestial_Alignment on ao3 (din x luke) **
The Mand’alor and the Jedi (series) (four works) by @theunacknowledged on ao3 (general)
You got me flowers? by @writingforcurrentobsessions
Prompts – ‘you deserve better than what you've got’ & ‘you're not at war anymore you could come home’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)
✨ Kylo Ren
Mornings by @starsandroots (sir ren universe) (supreme leader!kylo) (wife!f!reader) **
Sparks and Embers (series) by @paper-n-ashes, paper_in_ashes on ao3 (kylo ren x ofc, poe dameron x ofc) **
✨ Obi Wan Kenobi
Daybreak by @zinzinina (cw: semi public sex) (tpm!obi) (f!reader) **
Dust to Dust, ii by @avarkriss (f!reader) **
The Language of Flowers (series) by @huffle-pissed (medieval au) (knight!obi)
Like Turning on the Light by @full-time-make-believer (f!reader) **
Made in the A.M. (series) by @strwrs @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader)
The Morning After by @scribble-dribble-writes
The River by @kittfisto on ao3 (gn!reader) **
Skin & Bones, ii by @hellotherekenobi **
Soft Family Fluff, ii, & iii by @forever-rogue (dad!obi wan) (wifef!reader) (cw:children)
✨ Padme Amidala
Stay In My Memories (series) by @blxckmccn on ao3 (kenobi series) (inquisitor!f!reader) (canon divergence, lost memories, love triangle) (obi wan, anakin skywalker, darth vader) **
[link under anakin skywalker ^^]
Prompts – Padme is feeling overwhelmed by taking care of the twins, Obi Wan is there for her by @labyrinth-runner (obidala)
✨ Paz Vizsla
Soulmate Prompts – your soulmate’s name appears as a tattoo by @ohheyitsokay (f!reader) **
✨ Poe Dameron
Back by @roanniom **
How We Fall by @uwingdispatch (gn!reader) **
It’s Always Belonged to You by @im-poe-dameron (f!reader) **
Quiet by @the-little-ewok (f!reader) **
Ten, Eleven, Twelve by @foxilayde (f!reader) **
Prompt – ‘I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.’ by @disabledameron (gn!reader)
ROGUE ONE
✨ Cassian Andor
A Story of A Princess by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (cw: children)
Departures by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (pre-rogue one)
Enemies to Lovers Prompt, ‘What do you want?!’ ‘You!’ by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **
Steam, Domestic Intimacy Prompt, by @poeticandors
Tell the Galaxy A Tale by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor & leia organa)
There Will Be A Time by @storiesmadeofstars on ao3 (cassian andor x leia organa) (canon divergence, post rogue one)
Unfaltering by @uwingdispatch (cw: chronic illness, pain, ptsd, implied sexual intimacy) (gn!reader) **
TRIPLE FRONTIER
✨ Benny Miller
Sunshine State (series) by @brewsterispunkk (f!reader) **
Words Unsaid, & Help From An Old Friend by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader)
✨ Frankie Morales
Back on Your Feet (Fries & Peaches) by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)
The Flamingo & The Fish by @the-blind-assassin-12 (writer’s iron chef)
Frankie…Frankie from Across the Street by @icanbeyourjedi (f!reader) (cw: ptsd, fireworks, drinking, food) **
Paper Planes, ii by @hopeamarsu (soulmate au) (f!reader) **
Prompt – ‘I know you probably hate me right now, I get it.’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)
✨ Santiago Garcia
Prompts – ‘I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you’ by @dailyreverie (cw: alcohol)
✨ Will Miller
Wisteria & Moonlight (series) by @artemiseamoon (werewolf au, priestess!ofc) (original characters) **
** be sure to check out part two for moon knight, pedro pascal characters, & more multi fandom recs 📖
#star wars fanfiction#the mandalorian fanfiction#rogue one fanfiction#triple frontier fanfiction#pxk monthly fic recs 💫#pxk monthly reading list 💌
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i have. ideas!!!!
the ideas are for either fanfics or rps for kylux and reylux :3
kylux-
idea one: setting the scene: it's arkanis, hux's home planet. he's been forced to go to his stepmother's funeral for appearances. he drags supreme leader kylo ren with him to be petty. while they're there it's revealed that gasp hux's stepmother was actually murdered. so the whole thing turns into a murder mystery with enough romantic fanfiction tropes (trapped in a closet, only one bed, etc) to fill a coffee shop au
idea two: it's pre the force awakens. kylo ren has just joined the crew of the finalizer as hux's co-commander, and hux doesn't even know what kylo looks like. the two of them are vying for power, but unbeknownst to them- snoke ships it. hard. and tbh so does the rest of the crew. the two of them find out about this and various hijinks ensue, and eventually snoke calls for an intervention. said intervention? they're roommates now, and guess what? there's only one bed :3
reykylux-
idea one: hux lives in tros because poe drags him onto the falcon. kylo and rey are doing their weird jedi mind stuff and pick up that hux is having a bit of a horny panic at being around such powerful people. kylo and rey have already been flirting/close to dating for a bit now, and now they've got their sights set on hux because he's just so cute when he's flustered. all of this is interspersed with them trying to take down palpatine plus what comes after (plus background finn x poe ofc)
idea two: rey goes darkside. she joins kylo at the end of the last jedi and the two of them end up becoming the rulers of the galaxy. hux is very much not pleased at this. kylo and rey have an idea on how to make him feel better about it (it's joining him as their third, do you see a running theme here lol)
literally either someone come into my dms to freak out with me enough to start a new wip or to start up this rp and i am not joking
#kylux#reyux#reylux#reylo#yes ik our ships have been divided for many years but it doesnt have to be this way#come and join me in enlightenment#attackpunk
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may i propose:
hux x damien x asher poly relationship
in which hux and ash meet at the gym and then huxley brings him back to his place to meet his cute boyfriend damien
GYMBRO POLYCULE
Asher is on Cloud 9, man. Not only did he have a great workout, but he gets to hang out with two really cute guys? Fuckin' jackpot.
Damien is a little annoyed because you should have warned me if you were bringing someone over but Asher is so friendly (Big Friendly Dog) and Huxley is so Big Warm Hugs and Apologetic Head Smooches that he relaxes pretty quickly.
They discuss fitness stuff because of course they do, maybe have a few rounds of Smash. Asher accidentally stays for dinner? Eats homemade food and maybe gets emotional?
Not on the first date ofc but they definitely have just. body worship piles lmao
#mads!#redacted asmr#huxley x damien x asher#rarepairs#rareships#RAREPOLY#???#listen i love them they're all such good dudes
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10,000 nights update 3.0
(credit to GIF owner)
hope everyone has enjoyed multiverse of madness of you've seen it !!
10,000 nights will be updated next month !! As I am off to London Comicon ... as the comic book version of clea!!
chrissy and strange will be back again in june :)
in the mean time if you've not caught up on 10,000 nights its an Dr strange x diabetic OFC smut and romance fan fiction . the master list can be found here - https://huxs-waifu.tumblr.com/post/670776247958257664/10000-nights-masterlist-the-cloak-seems-intent
#10000 Nights#dr stephen strange#Dr Strange#dr strange fanfiction#dr strange smut#dr strange and the multiverse of madness#multiverse of madness#marvel smut#marvel cinematic universe#marvel fanfiction
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Follow - General Hux x OFC Reader
Words: 5.6k Ao3
Commission for the lovely @mrs-ghuleh! Hope you like it!
Female OFC/reader. Working on the starship Finalizer, Ensign Eliora Nott finds herself the object of Hux’s affection. Soon, his cat and mouse game threatens to expose their affections, and steps are taken to diffuse the tension.
NSFW Below Cut. Dom Hux, Sub reader.
The galaxy of stars before you is breathtaking. Those around you had spent their entire lives, some life spans tripling your own, staring out at them under the rule of the Order, and the spell of the endless blackness before them had worn off; dulled even. You’re still optimistic. Enchanted by them and all they have to offer, as well as enthusiastic about your position within the Order. You have your whole life to raise through the ranks, and this isn’t a bad place to do it. Your entire family before you had served in the Galactic Empire back before the days of the Skywalkers, and you would follow in their footsteps as everyone with your name had.
The relaxing sound of patrol fighters just outside and mouse droids transporting data to storage have become your daily ambience, if Kylo Ren isn’t present to add haphazard lightsaber strikes to it. Thoughtfully, you turn back to your post at the comms on the bridge.
“Was it like this back on Devaron?”
The horned, red-skinned co-worker sitting to your right turns away from the control panel to look at you. “What? The people, or the workplace politics?”
“Both,” you smile. The Devaronian takes a glance around behind him, before turning back to his position of duty.
“The officers here are nothing like my people. The environment here on the Finalizer is particularly dramatic, compared to the starships I skipped from prior to joining the First Order.”
“Ren?”
“Ren.” You continue to smirk as the horned officer goes on. “I’ve been told that just the other day, he was dissatisfied to say the least with the performance of the head cook on this ship. Half of the kitchen was destroyed, and I imagine that was catching him on a good day. Palp wafers for breakfast lunch and dinner it is, I guess.”
“That’s nothing compared to what I heard,” you whisper back. “Just the other day, Ren called the General to tell him just what he thought about how he runs things. Do you know what he said?” Your colleague’s eyes widen as he senses something, and turns back to his work as your own eyes slide shut.
“What he said is none of your business,” a sharp voice snaps. “Rather disappointing that you would while away your time on this bridge discussing matters not privy to you—ensign.”
“The comms were quiet, General,” you attempt to explain, gaze downcast. Hux’s resulting sneer is nothing short of terrifying.
“Is that so?” he spits. “Then why is it Lieutenant Mitaka has reported an incoming transmission from our liaison on Dromund Kaas about an escaped rebel prisoner within their camp?”
You glance over to Mitaka. He’s always been up Hux’s ass, desperate to snitch on anyone for the approval of the higher ups. You sigh. You can’t really blame him, with the kind of punishments they dole out around here. “It appears I missed that. I’m sor—”
“Would you fail to send out a distress signal were it necessary in favour of discussing the state of my uniform with your fellow officer, perhaps? Neglect your duties to gossip about the way I give orders, or perhaps the way I speak?”
“Certainly not,” you reply quietly. He scoffs.
“You’re lucky my forgiveness isn’t lacking when it comes to you.” You exhale in relief, but feel yourself tense again when the redheaded General beckons. “To my office.”
Your heartbeat picks up as you squirm in your seat. “Why?”
He glares down at you. “More backtalk?” By now, the entire bridge has gone silent, trying and failing to pretend not to listen to the standoff. Your cheeks burn under the scrutiny, especially under the intensity of Hux’s gaze.
“No, General.”
“Good. Follow, before I have the stormtroopers escort you.” You follow Hux with your head bowed, down the hallways. He walks with the purpose of a spiteful leader, his boots clapping loudly against the pristine floor, and the only sound he makes is a hiss when he kicks a small black droid out of his path. He’s intimidating, always has been, but it doesn’t stop that small twinge inside of you.
By the time you sit down at his desk opposite him, the flush in your cheeks is not from your public embarrassment on the job anymore... instead, it’s from being in Hux’s quarters alone with him.
“Ensign Nott.” Hux takes his time sliding his gloves off, lifting his chin and staring down his nose at you. Unfortunately you’re unable to make the appropriate eye contact when listening to your superior—you’re preoccupied by the exposed skin of his hands, distracted wondering why he removed the gloves in the first place. “Eliora.” You startle, looking up at him finally. He narrows those icy blue eyes. “When one is dismissed from the First Order, they are not given the luxury of a formal chat such as this one.”
“Please, General—”
“—They either find themselves simply and suddenly out of work, on a pod to the nearest sith-controlled planet, or dead.”
You shift nervously. “Are you letting me go?”
“Are you unhappy with your work?”
“No. No, of course not.”
“Good. Because the First Order is not in the business of caring.” He sits back in his chair, his face softening only by a fraction. “If I am not mistaken, you graduated top of your class in the academy.”
“Yes, sir.”
His eyes narrow even further at the title, and he goes on. “Despite this, there are many behind you fresh out of the academy who would readily snatch up your position given the chance. Is this what you want?”
“No.” You shake your head. “I’ve made it clear how devoted I am to our cause.” Hux nods, settling forward once more in his seat.
“Very good. I am inclined to give you another chance.” He watches you sit before him, nervous and squirming. A small, mean smile begins to grow on his lips. He’s instilled the fear of the maker into you, and he appears to get off on it. “If you continue to shirk your duties and speak so rudely of me, the Supreme Leader will mistake me for a fool if I don’t terminate you. To ensure this doesn’t happen, you will shadow me tomorrow.” He flicks his wrist. “I will teach you what it means to be an Imperial officer, and how important duty is.” He sneers. “We’ll just pretend, you and I, that I have the time to do such a thing.”
You swallow, your throat dry. “I’ll be following you around tomorrow?”
“Is there a problem, Miss Nott?” He sees the way your cheeks flush pink, his smirk growing even wider. “Did you have some other form of redemption in mind?”
“That’ll be fine,” you nod. “Just fine.”
“Good. The start of tomorrow begins in this office. If you are late, you will be on the next pod to Coruscant. I understand they are in perpetual need of cantina workers there.” A flash of anger shoots through you at the implication.
“I’m not getting on any pod, or working for any rebel scum in a bar. I’ll see you tomorrow, General.” Hux flicks his wrist once more.
“Dismissed, then.” He watches you go, taking off his hat and pattering his fingers against it. Toying with you has been fruitful since he began, but you’re starting to strike back. Is it worth pursuing? He removes your file chip from beneath his desk, inserting it into the small black droid in his office and watching your details project.
Yes, he decides, Eliora is worth the pursuit.
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When you get to Hux’s office early the next morning, he’s already inside, dressed and ready for duty.
“When you are on time, you’re late. When you’re early, you’re on time. Thankfully, all our pods are under maintenance today. Follow.” You walk quickly after him as he leads you down the hall. “We begin with patrol. Ensure that everyone is performing their best even at the start of their day, before handing that task off to those who have been hired to make my life easier.” He sniffs. “Not that they do.” He sharply directs his gaze to his left. “Lieutenant Kuna!”
“Yes, General?” The woman turns immediately from her station. Although she is much taller than Hux, you notice that he still manages to talk down to her.
“You are needed in the hangar.”
“Yes, General.” She keeps her voice monotone and her eyes straight forward as she abandons her post immediately and walks the other way.
“Notice her?” He clucks his tongue. “She doesn’t ask questions.” His eyes spend too long lingering on you. Are you mistaking his usual intensity for a different sort of interest? You can’t stop the words as they come out, taking the chance to find out.
“Was my questioning so offensive yesterday when I asked why you were interrogating me?”
“Silly girl. If you want diplomacy, join the rebellion.” He takes a step closer. “Here, we put an end to those who threaten disorder.”
“With all due respect, I know what we do.”
“Then why do you stick out like a sore thumb under my command?” For the first time today, Hux looks genuinely frustrated.
“Maybe it’s because you notice me more than you do others.”
His jaw clenches, and you know you’ve hit a sore spot. He simply leans in until you can feel his breath on your face. It’s strangely cool. “Be that as it may... you are an ensign. Here, you obey.” You fully intend to respond with another standard yes sir, but you’re distracted by the General’s proximity. You’ve never been this close to him before, outside of your fantasies.
“All I ever want to do is obey you, sir.” Hux can tell your tone is pointed, and he’s surprised—not unpleasantly.
“You can start today,” he murmurs, “Right here.”
“Here?” You tease him slightly. “Right here, on this floor?”
This time, it’s Hux’s turn to be rendered speechless. He only drops his gaze down to your lips, and your chin inclines ever so slightly in preparation.
“Have you found the droid?”
Kylo Ren’s unmistakably warped voice comes through his helmet, and draws Hux back to the present. He quickly stands up straight to face the grandson of Darth Vader. “I give you the news when I receive it myself, Ren.”
“You give me the news when I ask for it,” Ren replies, his voice sharp as he approaches Hux. You can’t tell if he’s looked your way or even noticed you from beneath that brooding black mask, but you can see Hux’s expression of utter hatred and distaste. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”
“How could one, when you have such a distinctly foul presence?” Hux shoots back. You get the impression he’s toeing the line to bolster himself in front of you, and you’re right. Ren does as you’d feared he would—he brings three fingers up in a force chokehold, and Hux’s arms immediately fly up to his neck, fingers clutching at an invisible tether.
“Don’t test me.” He chokes Hux harder, and leans in. “Double the efforts on the droid. If lives are lost, replace them. I want it found.”
“Done,” Hux wheezes out, and Ren drops him, breezing past without a single glance to you. Hux catches his breath, climbing up from his knees and righting himself.
“Interesting,” you dare to break the tense silence. “I forgot you had a boss too, General.”
“Don’t you dare insult me,” he snarls. “My boss is the Supreme Leader.” He pulls down his uniform, brushing it off. “Not that overgrown, force-sensitive brat.”
“It doesn’t look like it.” Before you can gasp, you feel yourself slammed back against the wall of the hallway. It’s deserted—no one to witness but the two of you, and obviously, Hux enjoys it that way.
“Don’t forget your place,” he growls. His hands crawl up from where they’re bracing him around you on the wall, to grip your shoulders and hold you firm. “What you have just witnessed may have been demeaning, but I will not accept your insolence or disrespect. I am the cat. You are the mouse. Am I understood?” You exhale.
“Yes, sir.” He lets you go, straightens his hat out, and sticks his chin up.
“Very well. Follow.”
You catch a smirk growing on his face as he turns to walk ahead of you, and your brain begins firing off presumptions a mile a minute. He likes to exercise his power, that much is certain and understandable. But with you, it’s as if he sees it as a game.
A game of cat and mouse.
You almost laugh at the hilarity of it, then remember that you’d gone and caught feelings for your boss and he’s toying with you over it. Now, you could groan from what seems like the worst punishment in the galaxy. When General Hux dismisses you from shadowing him today, you know he won’t be finished with you.
--
The next few days, things had warmed up between the two of you. Threatening eyes had softened, and harsh tones had become as playful as they could in a professional setting. However it had happened, the ice encasing Hux’s heart had begun to melt, but that didn’t mean he had gone soft. Far from it.
Back at your post the next week assigned to work on the case of the missing BB unit, you mistake approaching footsteps for a patrolling bridge officer, failing to turn around and acknowledge whoever they are.
“Eliora.”
You look up to see Hux standing above you, lips downturned in his perpetual scowl. Secretly, you hope you haven’t offended him in some way, but that’s ridiculous. You hadn’t even seen, let alone spoken to the man standing before you.
“General Hux.” You raise an eyebrow, and Hux blinks down at you. He studies your face for a moment, pleased by the submission in your eyes and the growing flush in your cheeks from his presence. He folds a cocky arm behind his back, chest broadening.
“Anything to report on the droid?”
“Transmissions from Jakku have been sparse and very limited when they do come through, but there have been sightings of one that matches the description.” Hux’s eyebrows raise.
“Excellent. Good work.” Your coworker glances over, and Hux notices the attention on the both of you. He scowls again, and takes a step between you. “What of his location?”
“He’s been spotted in the Eastern dessert. With a girl.”
“A girl?” Hux mutters. “Hm. I’ll get Mitaka on it. He can pinpoint where this wretched outcast is, and where she’s harbouring the last piece of the map.” He nods. “Ren will be pleased.”
“Are you pleased?”
A hand rubs down your back. “Very much so.” Warmth flowers throughout your body, and the hand begins to travel down and rub circles. He goes on, tone morphing not back to his usual strictness as you’d imagine, but into amusement. “Did I tell you could refer to me by my name?”
“I put General before it,” you retort. He sniffs, nods.
He seems reluctant to let you go and resume his duties as General on the Finalizer, but when officers begin to take notice of his lingering presence, he does so, leaving you with a sensual trail of his fingertip up your spine to the back of your neck. Maybe the cat has become the mouse, you think, chewing on your bottom lip as the bundle of nerves in your stomach begins to spark flame elsewhere.
--
It had been a long day of enduring abuse from Ren, summoning you and your coworkers in to have a fit about the droid not being found yet. It had only been a few days since the assignment had been given, and Mitaka had already been forced choked over it after one minor loss. You don't particularly like Mitaka, but his life must have flashed before his eyes during that encounter with that moody sociopath. You wonder in abject terror if the Sith had come up with mind-reading devices yet. Certainly those force-sensitives could do it whenever they liked...
Hush, back on track. Nobody wants to read your mind.
The knight wanted the crew of the Finalizer to do the impossible. You suppose the Order is in the business of getting the impossible done, but it still takes hard work and at least a little time.
Hands behind your back and posture impeccable, you walk down the sleek black passage toward the bridge. As you're heading back to your station, you notice none other than General Hux walking by you.
"General," you say, and he turns swiftly.
"Eliora. I heard what Ren did." He shifts uncomfortably for a moment. "He... shouldn't have done that."
"That's the kindest thing you've said to me in a while," you smile.
"Mm. I won’t hesitate to speak to him if he goes too far," Hux reminds you. “I have the authority, no matter how he loves to choke me for it.”
"I appreciate it."
"What he did in there was the equivalent of a child taking a tantrum. Not that it's any different than dealing with him in any other capacity." The two of you start to walk together.
"I'm used to getting yelled at," you shrug. "I'm still fresh out of the Academy."
"Ah, yes. The Academy," Hux nods. The barest glimpse of a smile crosses his lips. "It was long ago for me, but I remember the torture."
"Is that what whipped you into shape so strictly?" you asked.
"No. That was of my own doing." You both come to a stop in front of Hux's office. Tentatively, you reach forward to put a hand on the General's hip. Reflexively, he jerks at the touch, glancing everywhere and ready to reprimand you.
"What are you doing?"
"Just a little something to keep us through the day." He's still tense, as you're still his subordinate. You back away in defeat and embarrassment, but he inhales sharply at the loss of your touch. “I’m—” Giving in when he sees there's no one around, Hux takes you by the arm and holds you against his door.
"You think you can tease your superior like this?" he whispers in your ear, fingers coming up to stroke a strand of your hair that had come loose from your standard uniform bun away from your neck. He tsks. "Eliora. You know how I value respect above all things."
"Then I respectfully offer myself to you," you whisper, almost begging, and he can't resist any longer. He closes his hands over your breasts and seals your lips in a kiss. You reach your hand forward to cup Hux between his legs, and he draws in a sharp breath as he humps forward at the touch. He begins to kiss you like a starving man, as if it had been all he could do to stop himself from touching you earlier. You're just as lost in the sensations, forgetting where you are and why you can't tease him into fucking you right there in the hall against his door.
At the sound of approaching footsteps, the two of you break away from each other, and you wipe your lips as patrollers come around the corner. A small droid toots around behind them, and it backs up for a moment. Hux sneers down at it, and it beelines past the two of you. He’s only taking his anger out on it; the two of you always seem to get interrupted before anything can be done about this infernal tension.
You nod to Hux with a shrug, and he watches you go as he lets himself into his office. The sheer power he has over you is intoxicating, but for the first time, he doesn't feel the inkling to abuse it. He touches his lips as he sits down, sliding his tongue to taste you again. You do the same as you take your seat at comms and stare off through the front of the star destroyer into space.
--
You’re awakened by a loud banging on your door. Groggily, you open one eye to take a look at the blinking time on your watch by the bed. It’s nearly midnight.
The bang sounds again. It’s systemic, as if a droid is doing it. You know it’s not droid, however. Rising from bed, you open the door to find what you had expected—two Stormtroopers.
“Ensign Nott. General Hux requests your presence.” You rub your head.
“He has duties for me at midnight? There are alternate comms workers for that, when I’m off.”
“Come with us.”
“I have to get my uniform on—”
“He said it was urgent. No need to change.” Your eyebrows raise. Sighing to yourself and tugging on a shawl, you follow them until you reach Hux’s office. They leave you at the door, and it slides open by Hux’s control from inside.
“Enter.”
You expect him to be pacing—facing the window with his hands clasped behind his back. You expect him, despite the late hour, to be impeccably dressed as usual and at his sharpest, determined never to be seen in any state of vulnerability. Instead, you find him behind his desk, one hand braced. His ginger hair is hanging in his face as if he’s attempted to sweep it back to no avail. His lips are parted and his pale skin is slightly flushed just beneath his eyes.
“Sir, are you alright?” you ask, stepping forward. He looks up at the stormtroopers patrolling the door.
“Leave us.”
They do as he says, and you turn back to him, confusion and concern evident in your expression. The first thoughts that flood your mind are thoughts of an attack, some kind of issue or sickness even he might have come down with. Then you start to wonder why he would call you to discuss any of that. No, he isn’t sick. He looks particularly affected. Physically compromised, even, as if he had been caught in a compromising position. Standing up straighter, you present yourself properly in front of his desk.
“Thinking of me?”
“Watch yourself,” Hux snaps, panting as he sits himself up higher to appear presentable. “You know better than anyone who you’re speaking to.”
“That’s how I know what you were doing. General.”
He narrows his eyes at you, standing from the desk. He’s in a black bathrobe, one he was obviously sleeping in or got into to relax before calling you here. “And what if I told you what I was doing? How urgently I touched my cock with your name on my lips?” He turns away from you with a harsh sigh. “Our little game is becoming too heated, Eliora. Something must be done about that.” Your stomach drops. Of course you should have expected this little tryst to come to an end sometime; it’s inappropriate and dangerous anyway, and you suppose it’s for the best that it end.
“I understand.”
“Mm. Good.” He walks circles around you, but when you try to turn to face him behind you, you feel his grip on the back of your neck. You don’t feel the usual icy fingers—instead, his hand is hot tonight, clammy. “Then bend over the desk.”
“What?”
“Need I remind you again that I won’t tolerate the questioning of my authority?” he asks slowly, annunciating his command. “Over the desk.”
You obey him, bending over. The shiver that runs through you is prolonged by his hand cupping your ass through your nightie. You’re suddenly hyperaware of your state of dress, or undress as it may seem. You’re only in your small night gown and panties. “I apologize. I didn’t have time to get into my uniform when you called for me, General.”
“On this occasion, Miss Nott,” Hux smirks, smoothing your nightie up your back to expose your underwear, “You are forgiven.” His breathing becomes ragged as his other hand comes up, rolling the meat of your ass around and squeezing. “Do you know how it tortures me so to see you every day, and restrain myself?”
“I know,” you breathe, arching your back and pressing your breasts further into his desk. “I can tell by your touches.”
“Curious that an ensign could steal my affections so quickly,” he mutters, giving your ass a sharp slap. “Like a spell. I, normally, am unbreakable.”
“Except when it comes to Kylo Ren.”
“What?” he snaps. He smoothes his hand up your back again and you moan, until he grips the back of your neck once more and pulls you up to snarl in your ear: “You do not mention him here. Him, or Snoke. Here, I am your Supreme Leader.”
You nod, grinding back against him. “You seem tense. Take it out on me?”
“An inspired idea,” he nods, “But you don’t deserve it just yet.” He helps her stand up, and directs her into the other room, onto his black satin sheets. He stands over you. “You’ve caused me a lot of trouble. I can’t get you out of my mind, and my performance has suffered for it.”
“Your performance on the job, or in bed?” Hux scowls.
“You know as well as I, I haven’t fucked anyone. How can I when you haunt my mind?”
“I only thought you wanted to play.”
“We’ve played.”
“You won.”
“Not yet.”
“And your work has suffered.” You pout. “How can I make it up to you?” you coo. His lips curl up again.
“On your knees.” You stalk forward on your hands and knees and meet him at the end of the bed, where he stands. You get to work untying his black robe, but do it slowly to entice him. Hux looks down at you, lips parting slightly and tongue darting out at the prospect of what you’re about to do. Flippantly, he huffs. “Take care of it.” You hum.
“Yes sir.” First, you give a small lick up his stomach, where his ginger happy trail leads up to his belly button. You keep moving up, kissing and sucking gently, sensually around his chest, until you reach his stark pink nipple and graze your teeth along it. Hux’s cock twitches into visibility through the part in the robe, and as your mouth waters, you decide to finally do as you’re told.
When you first take him into your mouth, his hand can’t help but bury into your hair. It’s not tucked into a bun like it usually is beneath your uniform cap, and he appreciates how he can finally run his fingers through it as he’d dreamed of doing each night. Every small tug of passion he gives only makes you take him deeper.
“Tell me how much you like it,” he sighs, watching your every move. You pop off with a moan, eyebrows knit. “Tell me how you’ve had no other like me.”
“It’s so good. You taste so good, General. I’ve never tasted a cock so nice... so big.” Hux’s breath hitches, and he watches you on your knees for him as he sucks in his cheekbones.
“I never imagined what talents you possessed in the bedroom,” he notes. “Especially with that silver tongue. I’ve learned however, you have a talent for obedience. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then tell me. Hold nothing back. I want to hear of your fantasies of me. What did you think of when you would watch me, your superior, walk by your station? When I would reprimand you?” For the first time in several minutes, the blush returns to your cheeks. Realizing he expects an answer, you search for words. “I expect you to speak when you are spoken to,” he growls, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. The fear in your eyes makes him smirk, chin jutting out in that smug manner he always seems to possess.
“What if my mouth’s full?” you grin, kitten licking his head. Something flashes through his eyes, but you start to jerk him off before he has a chance to reprimand you again. With his head rolling back, you go on. “I thought of deliberately mixing the signals just so you would come over and take me to your office to spank me.”
“You would jeopardize the First Order’s mission just to ride my cock like a little slut, wouldn’t you?” he mutters. You look up at him, tongue out as you nod. The General buries his fingers once more into the back of your hair, guiding you back onto his cock. “Then let us correct this insatiable desire, before you get into any more trouble.” He guides you on and off a few times, and when he groans, he pulls you off and lays you down. Flipping you over onto your stomach, he humps against your ass a few times. You bite into the sheets as you feel his prominent erection prod against you, and wiggle back. “How badly do you want me?”
“I would have fucked you that day you kissed me against the wall,” you murmur into the sheets, “I would’ve let you take me right there, I wanted you so bad. I’ve held off on touching myself while thinking of you, because I wanted the real thing. I can’t wait any longer.” Hux hisses as he takes himself out of his pants, and tugs your panties down with his free hand. He slaps the head of his cock against you, getting himself slick, before he finally breaches you, bracing himself on his forearms around you and burying himself inside. You gasp, arching back, and he takes one of your hands, slamming it down in his fist and pinning it to the mattress as his other one slides between the bed and your stomach, reaching down to rub at your clit. The first stroke of his fingers makes you jolt, gasping even louder, and he nips at your ear.
“Get nice and loud. I want to know just what I’m doing to you. I want all of them to know who you belong to. The General’s little whore.” Your cries grow, the rhythm of Hux’s thrusting with each circle of his finger around you drawing out pleasure from the pit of your stomach.
“Please,” you whimper, “Sir, harder!”
“You want me to pound you until you scream, do you?” he growls. “I’ll give you exactly what you need. Move yourself back on me.” With fervour, you grind back with every pound of his cock, and he starts to grunt. His teeth sink into the back of your neck, and he presses soft kisses to the top of your back as he slows his movements inside of you to deep, gentle pumps, keeping himself at bay. Each throb you feel inside of you makes your pussy clench, and you grind back again. Hux turns you over and makes eye contact with you, lifting one of your leg up to wrap around his back. This leads to you sitting up and in his lap as the two of you push and pull and kiss hard toward your orgasm. Your lips meet his first, and he bites your bottom lip as your teeth clash and lips overlap one another’s.
“Hux,” you sigh into his mouth. He swallows your gasp, holding you up by your back. He buries his face in the nape of your neck, and your moans grow in pitch until they reach a crescendo. “Fuck—I’m coming!”
“Eli—” He shudders, sinking his face down your chest into your breasts. You feel him finish inside of you as he pounds twice, growling out his release. When you fall backward away from him, his lips are parted, forehead damp. His pale chest is heaving, covered in dark love marks you don’t remember leaving there.
The large floor to ceiling window opposite the bed gives the two of you an unobstructed view into the vast corners of space.
"I used to feel insignificant within all that before I joined the Order."
Hux hums. "I did as well. Very much so." He takes a pause to think. "At first, it was freeing to join. I had found my place in the universe-- I had found my calling. What is life without order? Then, as I raised in the ranks and took on more responsibility, I began to feel as though I was only a mouthpiece. I still feel that way, subordinate to Ren when I truly only take orders from Supreme Leader Snoke."
"I think you're a competent leader. A great one at that. You get things done like no other, and you're feared."
"Yes. I find though, I've lost some of me in who I’ve become." He runs a hand through his hair, and shakes his head. "But I have found my purpose here. At first with you, I was afraid of the disorder I would experience when another's feelings were involved. I enjoyed toying with you, of course, but then I began to worry I was getting too attached."
"What changed your mind?"
"I haven't an idea. I just made a decision. Perhaps with you in my life, I can find balance."
"The balance that we're working to restore to the universe."
"The balance of a just galaxy," he nods. "And order." Hugging you closer to him on the bed, he buries his lips into your hair.
"What's your name?" He pauses.
"What?"
You stop your hand where it's running up and down his chest. "What's your first name?" He exhales.
"Armitage."
"Armitage Hux." He smiles down at you.
"That's General to you."
"Is it?" you challenge. He sniffs.
"Perhaps not in here."
"I'd say especially in here," you whisper back, and he places a kiss to your forehead.
"Perhaps you call me by my first name, as I do you Eliora. My life, I think, could use a little disorder."
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Ascent of The Emissary: The Golden Star
Word Count: 4k (whoops)
Series Summary: A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...The FIRST ORDER have announced themselves to the galaxy and are set on destroying the Galactic Alliance. A young woman, born and raised in the rich Order sympathising society, on the planet RAELA, meets her supposed sworn enemy in a crowded marketplace and comes to a crossroads in her life. Does she follow the path laid out to her by her FAMILY or does she carve her own, JOIN THE FIGHT against the Order and BETRAY everything she’s ever known.
Chapter Summary: Kyla has decided to go to the Golden Star to find Rafan. Will the mysterious stranger help her make her decision or will this be the end of her?
<- Previous chapter // Introduction // Next Chapter ->
The chauffeur dropped us all back at home, my father and brother relaxed on the couch whilst my mother ordered the droids to get dinner ready.
“I’m going out this evening,” I announced, having not moved from the doorway, “I said I would meet a friend for dinner,”
“But we’ve already eaten,” My father said plainly as he sat down in his armchair.
“It’s more of a catch-up,” I explained, lying through my back teeth to try and find a way out of the house, “Just some snacks, I haven’t seen her for a while and-”
“It’s fine, darling,” My mother swanned into the room, handing my father a drink. “Go enjoy yourself, be back before dark,” She smiled kindly. My father grumbled but I ignored him already making my way to the door.
“Of course. Love you,” I called before shutting the door behind me. It was the end of the work day, everyone in the city was moving about. I managed to find my way, asking a few people along the way directions to the Golden Star.
I was apprehensive. Not really sure why I was going to an unknown location directed by a man I did not know. This could be a trap. There was a high likelihood that it was and that I was going to get there and he would rob me, or that the Golden Star was completely made up.
I’d never been this far from the city centre on my own before. The bustling streets gave way to quieter but tighter ones, weaving in and out of old stone buildings from before the old Republic. The cobbled stone on the floor was uneven and even missing in places. It was clear that no one from central had been here in a long time.
I finally came upon the right place. The stranger I had asked for directions said it was opposite a blue wooden shed. The blue wooden shed was there, but there were no signs for the Golden Star. I had assumed there would be, like any other bar in the city. I walked along the narrow street, past houses and some suspicious children who stopped playing their game to watch me. I hadn’t realised how out of place I must have looked, still in my gown from the presentation earlier in the day
Eventually I came to a small red door. The red paint was chipped and scorch marks littered the panel. A yellow star was painted at the top. This had to be the place, right? It did fit the description I suppose, and for a secret Resistance meetup this was a pretty good place. I looked back at the children, who were still staring, and cautiously tapped on the door.
I could hear music inside, and some chatter though dampened by the large walls encasing the bar inside. I knocked again before deciding just to go in. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
As I opened the door, light poured into the small room and the chatter stopped immediately. The patrons, all of many different species and races, all turned to look at me. Their many eyes flicked over me then landed on the pin on my chest.
“Get her out of here!” A man yelled, grabbing everyone’s attention further. “Imperial scum!”
“What is she doing?” A scandalized Rodian called. More people stood up now, coming closer to me. I immediately regretted my decision, clutching at the pin on my chest in an attempt to hide it. I stepped backwards to find the door away but realised I had walked too far in and instead of a wall, my hand found the front of a very angry looking man. I whimpered and jumped out of his way. The man growled.
“Kill her!”
“He-hey I-I’m not,” I started, shrinking back towards the door as the people crowded around me. I was terrified, and gripped the pin tight trying to stop them pulling it off me. Tears welled up in my eyes and I pressed my back to the door as they came closer. This was a very very bad idea. “I’m sorry!”
“Hey!” Rafan jumped out of nowhere, put his arm over my shoulder. I looked up at him, my heart still rattling against my chest but I was thankful. “Whoa! whoa it’s fine she’s with me,”
“You know the rules, Raf,” The barman called over.
“She’ll take it off, she’s okay I promise,” Rafan turned to me and looked at the pin on my chest. “Give me that and they won’t threaten to kill you, okay?”
“Promise you’ll give it back?” I whispered, “My mother will notice if I lose it,”
“Sure, just not in here,” He nodded. I unclipped the badge and hesitantly handed it to him. My stomach tied itself into knots at the thought of him losing. He took it and flipped in his hand before slotting it in his back pocket, “You all can back off, she’s with me,”
The crowd backed off, returning to their seats. One grumbled something in a language I didn’t understand, from the tone I could tell it wasn’t pleasant, Rafan replied with similar venom. I gave a questioning look to Rafan, who just rolled his eyes and chuckled.
Rafan took me over to a table at the side of the catina. Two people sat at the table, a man and a woman. The woman had dark hair and sharp features with a menacingly stern look on her face as she watched Rafan and I approach. She wore all black, with a coat zipped up to her neck. The man next to her looked a little nicer. He was tall and broad with dark blonde hair that hung just around his ears, he had the shadow of a beard around his jaw and lips, which turned to a smile when he looked up and saw his friend. Rafan sat down with them, next to the man and offered the chair next to him. I sat down obediently, trying my best not to look as scared as I felt.
“Ben, Kal, this is Kyla,” Rafan introduced the people at the table as he sat down.
“Stars above, Raf you do have awful taste in women,” The woman, Kal, sniggered.
“She’s just a friend,” Rafan rolled his eyes.
“Why have you got friends with the Order?” Ben asked, looking me up and down disapprovingly.
“I’m not with the Order,” I said as a sudden wave of confidence coming over me. “I am neutral,”
“If you grew up on Raela, you can’t be neutral,”Kal sneered. “I mean look at you, you’re terrified just talking to us,”
“Leave her alone, Kal. She can’t help it. Her father is Ren Olen, of course she’s going to be scared of us,”
“What do you mean of course I’m scared. I’m not scared,” I protested. The trio laughed at me. “And how’d you know who my father is?”
“Remember where you are kid, we know everything about everyone in Raela City- especially your father,”
“Why would the resistance care about my father? He’s nothing to do with you,”
“Well you should tell that to my brother, or most people in this room really,”
“Kal, come on,”
“My father is not a murderer,” I
“I- just ignore her,” Rafan tried to cover for himself, but anger bubbled up in my stomach.
“No. What did you mean? Tell me,” I said sternly. The trio looked between each other, then down at their drinks, “Maybe my father was right about the resistance afterall, weak and cowardly,” I spat, pushing my chair back and standing up quickly.
“Kyla!” Rafan protested, grabbing my arm to stop me leaving. I pulled away from his reach, stepping away from the table.
“No. I came here because I genuinely thought you might have been the better way. But you’re worse than them. I am risking everything to be here and you make jokes about my father like that! I’m leaving,” I rushed outside, ignoring the chatter and jeers of the patrons as I left, slamming the door behind me as I stepped outside.
A few moments later, Rafan followed me outside. “Kyla, Kyla wait come on,”I span around to yell at him.
“What? Good job humiliating me,” I exclaimed, ”I feel like an idiot! Why did I even come here?”
“Look I’m sorry, Kyla. Just come back inside. I’m sorry,” Rafan pointed back into the Golden Star, holding my hand again.
“Get off me,” I ripped my hand out of his and stumbled backwards. “I should never have come. It’s all a joke. My mother was right, I should join the First Order, or marry an officer,”
“Wait what?” Rafan
“Yeah, that’s why I came here tonight. I thought you could help me make the decision and you did, so good job.” I said sarcastically.
“Kyla you can’t-,”
“Why not? You don’t know me. What is it to you?”
“Come with me, I’ll tell you about anything you want to know. We don’t have to go in there, They’re not usually such assholes, it’s just been a tough few weeks for us all,”
I thought about it for a moment. Rafan seemed so sincere, and he seemed genuinely sorry for what was said. I sighed, and uncrossed my arms.
“Fine, where are we going to go?”
“You’ll see,”
Tentatively, I followed Rafan until we came to a small stone house. He opened the door and showed me inside. It was dark inside so I couldn’t see much and followed Rafan blindly through one room and up some tight twisted stairs. Two flights later, we climbed out onto the roof. The view was stunning.
I could see for miles around the city, as the houses disappeared out into fields of green and yellow crops. The sun was setting, casting the sky a beautiful pink colour. Three moons were barely visible, but would soon become brighter as the light faded and darkness came. I was speechless for a moment, it had been so long since I’d seen the sunset so fully, the view from my home was disrupted by the large buildings of the central city I could barely see the sky. I felt so closed in, but here I felt so free. The world was bigger than the walls of the city.
Rafan and I sat on the edge of the roof and were silent for a moment, enjoying the peace that came with the early evening.
“Ask me anything, anything at all. I know you must have some questions,” Rafan said, still looking out at the view. I smiled wide, happy that I wasn’t being dragged here to be pushed off the roof.
“When did you join the resistance?” I asked tentatively.
“I was seven years old, maybe,”
“That’s so young? What happened?”
“Oh you know, the usual. Parents died, had nowhere else to go and were picked up by a fighter,” He said nonchalantly, I gasped.
“That’s horrible!” I exclaimed, Rafan shrugged, “How did they die?”
“My father was killed by a bounty hunter, my mum killed herself about a year after,”
“I am sorry,” I said sincerely.
“Why? It was nothing to do with you,” Rafan said with a laugh. I frowned.
“And what do you do for the Resistance?”
“I want to be a pilot,” He said, turning to face me. His eyes lit up with excitement, “I’ve been training for a while now and I think I’ll be able to soon. Once I’m back on base,”
“So you don’t live here, on Raela, all the time?”
“No, I’ve been here for about two months now. I’m technically on a mission,”
“Really? What’s the mission?” I said excitedly.
“Classified,” He said seriously, turning to face me now.
“Oh, oh of course,” I slunk back, a little embarrassed. We were silent again.
“Why do you want to know all of this?” Rafan spoke after a moment, “Why did you come to see me? I could have killed you,”
“Honestly? I don’t know,” I settled back on my hands, looking up at the deepening colours of the sky. “I think all my life I’ve been taught that the Republic is wrong and the worst thing to ever happen to the Galaxy, and I don’t know, everything that happened today has made me question that a little. It’s one thing reading about planets being destroyed in the outer rim but hearing people talk about the destruction of the republic and even core worlds who don’t comply. I guess it just made it all a bit more real,” I said, a little embarrassed I looked back out to the countryside, “You must think I’m an idiot,”
“I think you’re a product of your environment,” He turned back to me, looking me directly in the eyes, the intensity of his stare made me uncomfortable but I couldn’t look away, “The fact that you’re questioning it is very admirable,”
“I am risking everything to be here,” I said honestly, “If my father saw me out here…,” I trialled off not even wanting to think about what would happen.
“What? I’m that bad?” Rafan smiled, nudging my arm to bring me back to reality.
“Today, I was introduced to Armatige Hux. He’s on course to be general for the first order.” I said, changing the subject, “My mother is in love with him, she’s desperately trying to get me to marry him,” I shivered at the thought of actually marrying the man
“I’ve heard about him,”
“Awful man, he will make a brilliant General though,”
“Well I look forward to the wedding invite,” Rafan joked. I laughed, and kissed my teeth. The sun was going down now, the orange haze barely visible above the horizon. The lights of the city were turning on, I knew I had to leave. If I didn’t, no doubt my mother would start to panic.
“I have one more question,”
“Yeah?,”
“Do you think what you are doing with the resistance is worth it? Do you believe you can win?”
“Yes. We have to,”
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The next day I was back at Rafan’s house on the edge of the city. We had agreed on the rooftop the evening before that Rafan would help me join the resistance. It would have to remain a secret, only a few people could know. People on both sides would be outraged if they found out what we were doing.
I had snuck out early in the morning, just as the sun was coming up and took a taxi to get there. Adrenaline was pumping through me a mile a minute, I was not one to sneak out and especially not to see a resistance fighter. We’d had breakfast together, and talked for a while before Rafan decided to start my initiation.
“Okay so if you really want to do this, you’re going to have to learn to fight,” Rafan said. I groaned but stood up from the table and followed him to the centre of the room. Rafan pushed some boxes out the way, and the make-shift couch made of old sacks and clothes scarps to the side of the room.
“Isn’t there something else I could do?” I whined. Rafan frowned and crossed his arms, I didn’t have a choice. “Fine, just promise you won’t hurt me,”
“I won’t hurt you, princess. Don’t worry,” He teased.
“Any more of that and I will punch you in the face,” I snapped as I scowled at him. Raf laughed.
“What? Don’t like being called Princess, Princess?” He teased, a shit eating grin on his face as he stalked around me. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Rafan come on, I don’t want to,” I complained again, turning on the spot to follow him as he paced around.
“Fine I’ll stand still. Just punch me! Go on Princess, you won’t hurt me,” I took a deep breath and nodded then balled my hand up and punched the top of his muscular arm.
“Ow!” I cried, instantly recoiling and cradling my fist. “What are you, made of metal? Stars above!”
“Don’t hold your fist like that, hold it like this,” He showed me the proper position. “And stand like this,” He stood on his toes, with his legs spread one infront of the other stepping towards me. I copied. “Good, now go again,”
“But-,”
“Come on Princess, go!” I punched his palm again. It worked! I squealed as I hit him and quickly stepped back again. Rafan laughed. “Less squealing this time. This is a fight, concentrate,”
“Concentrate,” I muttered, getting back into the stance once again, hitting him again. This time Rafan grabbed my fist. I stopped.
“No! Don’t stop! Go for my body, get free!”
With my free arm, I tried again. I hit him in the stomach, making him let me go and step back. Encouraged, I tried again. Raf wasn’t fighting back which helped but it was encouraging. Eventually we reset and Rafan started to fight back, forcing me to dodge and make a few defensive moves. I wasn’t good but I at least was starting to enjoy myself.
I threw another punch harder than before, determined to throw him off. However, Rafan blocked it and I stumbled backwards. My knees buckled and I fell backwards, and before I could stop myself hit the floor with my shoulder. Pain shot through me and I cried out, clutching it quickly with my opposite arm.
“Shit! Are you alright?” Rafan got down on the ground and helped me to sit up. I winced and nodded.
“I’m fine,” I mumbled through gritted teeth.
“Let me see,” He pulled the collar of my shirt back to look at my shoulder. He carefully ran a finger over it making me shiver. He touched a sensitive part making me hiss. “Sorry,” He whispered.
Being so close to him made my heart race. I watched his face carefully as he looked at my injury. His brow was furrowed, running his fingers over the bruised skin carefully to assess the damage. I could see every detail on his face, noticing for the first time the white scar that ran along his jaw and the bump on the bridge of his nose where it had been broken once before. He carefully pushed my shoulder, making me yelp again. Then he caught me staring.
His dark brown eyes looked directly into my soul. I wanted to look away but I just couldn’t. I could barely breathe as I saw his eyes flick to my lips for a second then back up. A few seconds felt like an eternity. He leant back on his heels, breaking the eye contact and smiled.
“I think you’ll be okay, Princess. I think we’ll leave the fighting for now,” He said as he pushed himself back to standing. He held his hand out for me to pull myself up with. I took a shaking breath, still not sure what had just happened, or nearly happened.
“Hey Raf are you-,” Ben appeared in the room, he stopped still when he saw me there. He looked at me suspiciously, looking between me and Rafan. “What’s she doing here?”
“Don’t start that again Ben,” Rafan chastised, “We were just training, Kyla’s joining the resistance,”
“Well can you stop? We’ve got work to do,” Ben said sternly.
“Y-yeah of course,”
“I should go and ice my shoulder,” I said quickly, gathering my things from the table. “Thanks for helping Raf,”
“Sure. It’s no problem. See you tomorrow?”
“Of course,” I smiled. Ben rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Raf. I stepped around him and left the house.
“You’re insane, Raf. Truly,”
I walked back home, deciding to take advantage of the fine weather. I tried to force Ben’s words out of my head, but his attitude towards me was well founded, to his credit. What was I doing there, really? I had no doubt in my mind that Ben thought I was a spy, and Rafan probably believed that too. Yet, he still wanted to help me. Then, I thought of that moment. The look in his eyes, I was so close to kissing him the idea of it made butterflies swarm in my stomach. I shook my head, I wasn’t there for him. He could look like a Hutt and I would still be there. I wanted to join the resistance! I wanted to make a difference! The fact that Rafan was so nice to me, and so handsome was merely a bonus.
Eventually, I made it home. I’d made a quick stop at a bakery on the way, if my mother had noticed I’d been gone all morning fresh bread would soothe her. I opened the door and was met by the usual silence of the house. I walked through the house, dropping the bread onto the kitchen counter and picked up the datapad on the table to read anything that had happened since I’d left this morning.
“Where have you been today?” My mother’s voice interrupted my reading, making me jump. She was uncharacteristically stern, making me look up immediately.
“Huh?”
“We were meant to be going to the senate today? Remember?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot!”
“And I asked Sam where you were and she didn’t know either,” She put her hands on her hips, “I thought we agreed that if you want a little more freedom around here, you have to tell the droids where you’re going,”
“Yes Mother I’m sorry,” I sighed. She walked around the counter and inspected the package of bread then sighed and smiled at me. She was never cross for long. Then a curious look came across her face and she came closer.
“What?”
“Is that a bruise?” She pulled the neck of my shirt back, revealing the blue bruise on my shoulder. “How did you get that?”
“Hit it on the shelf,” I lied quickly. My mother tutted and let it go.
“Well, you’re lucky it’s not visible,” She sighed, “You’ve got an important dinner coming up soon you can’t be looking so rough,”
“What do you mean about an important dinner?”
“I set up dinner with Armitage,” She said matter of factly. My jaw dropped.
“W-why would you do that? I said I wasn’t sure about-”
“Well I think you’d make a great pair, darling and frankly I think you just need to get out there! You can’t live here forever you know. You need a husband, I think Armitage would make you very happy,”
“When is it?”
“Tomorrow,”
“Why didn’t you ask me first? I’ve got plans for tomorrow,”
“Well how am I meant to know if you won’t tell me anything!” She exclaimed. “I’ve barely spoken to you in the past few weeks!”
“Can’t you reschedule it?”
”What are you even doing?” She continued, ignoring my question, “You haven’t left the house in months then suddenly you’re going out all day?”
“I-I’m just with some friends,”
“How come I’ve never met these friends?”
“They’re new friends,” I lied, quickly trying to think of something that she would like. “I- uh I met them at the Order presentation,”
“Oh!” Her concerned look instantly dropped to a smile, “That’s wonderful darling. For a moment there I was worried you were off with some nasty rebellion kids! You know I heard on the holo-net that there’s a large rebel group settling on Raela now. How they got here I’ll never know,”
“Don’t be silly, mother. I’d never,” I laughed.
“Well just tell your new friends that you have to reschedule. I’m sure they will be fine with it! Especially if you say who it is,” She grinned and kissed my cheek as she walked past me. I grimaced but forced a smile for her.
“Sure,”
“Oh I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time. If I was your age I’d be all over that man!”
“I’m sure Father would love to hear that,” I called after her, laughing a little myself now. My mother barked a laugh, shrugging it off as she left the room.
Once she was gone, I relaxed. What had I got myself into now?
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A/N: I could write Rafan forever, I love him so much!! What do you guys think?? Let me know!!
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We’re saving Hux, he deserved better than that shit.
Chapters: 6/10
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Armitage Hux/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren, Original Female Character(s), Rey (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Armitage Hux is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Mildly Dubious Consent, Canon-Typical Violence, Accidental Bonding, A/B/O, Dominant Armitage Hux, Alpha Armitage Hux, Alpha Kylo Ren, Claiming Bites, Knotting, Enemies to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Masturbation, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Vaginal Sex, Alpha/Omega, Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker Fix-It, save hux, saving general hux, General Hux - Freeform
Summary:
As if Kylo Ren wasn't bad enough, General Hux now has yet another force user to deal with. However, there's a charade going on in front of the whole First Order, and when he uncovers the lie he's forced to be complicit in the cover-up in a very... unconventional way.
After making a spur-of-the-moment attempt on the newcomer's life, he soon finds himself fighting to keep something he thought he'd never have.
**tags updated as I update, will eventually be explicit w some dub-con**
#save hux#general hux#armitage hux#hux fic#hux x ofc#hux/ofc#hux#space ginger#anti tros#tros fix it#the rise of skywalker#ep IX fix it#rise of space ginger
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Arranged Marriage (General Hux x OFC)
Summary: General Hux gets a wife, although neither of them are particularly thrilled about it.
Word Count: 3,127
A/N: This is edited from the previous version I posted. There are pretty mild differences, mostly just adding detail and clarity here and there.
Supreme Leader Snoke considers himself above entertaining offers from desperate leaders who are desperate to be in his good graces. When he receives these holotransmissions, they rarely have anything worth his time to offer him. His assistant doesn’t understand why he even accepts communications from planets looking to strike up a deal with him. He won’t admit how much he enjoys watching them grovel. It reminds him of how far the First Order has come when kings and senators are on their knees begging for protection.
Although, even Snoke is surprised to receive a transmission from the small forest planet of Vaela. It’s one of the few planets which hadn’t aligned themselves with either the Resistance or the First Order yet. Snoke lounges on his throne while his assistant accepts the transmission.
"I must admit I didn't expect to be hearing from your pathetic planet," Snoke says when the king's image appears. The king bows.
"These are politically tumultuous times, and I must protect my people," the king begins. There's hesitance lingering in him that Snoke can sense. "I would like to extend Vaela's loyalty to the First Order. That would open up trade, the land, and of course troops."
Snoke's rasping laugh echoes through the throne room. His assistant lets out a nervous chuckle as well.
"That seems very beneficial,” Snoke fakes disinterest. Vaela was a rich, albeit mysterious planet. Having access to their resources would put the First Order even further ahead.
"As a sign of good will, I offer my daughter's hand in marriage to yourself or any First Order leader in want of a wife. This would unify Vaela with the First Order."
Now, this was interesting. No leader has made him such an offer so far. He surmises the he himself has no need for a wife, but the usefulness of emotional bonds in his underlings was not lost on him. If he let the girl marry one of his generals, then he would have that much more hold on them.
"What kind of king offers his own daughter up like a shipment of goods?" Snoke taunts the king.
"A king looking to protect his people, and as princess that is her duty as well."
Snoke lounges back against his throne. A twisted smirk plays on his deformed face as he thinks of a certain general who is desperate for attention, who would easily be controlled even further by using a pretty young lady.
***
Bedelia doesn’t speak to her father for days after receiving the news of her upcoming marriage. The Vaelan’s ship lands on Starkiller Base and they both exit the ship without so much as looking at one another. She knows nothing of the man she is to marry, only a name: General Armitage Hux.
“A husband to be proud of,” she had been assured over and over and over by her mother, sister, servants, anyone who could be trusted to manufacture the right words.
As she watches the movements in the hangar out the window, she thinks of the day her fate was revealed to her. There are no distinct memories of her reaction, only details. The cold blood running through her veins. The pressure on her knees when she fell down in tears. The whole scene painted in crimson as her sadness turned to rage. She had to be dragged out of her father’s throne room by three servants. She woke up in a cold sweat, having apparently worked herself up to the point of passing out. She’s not proud of pitching such a terrible fit, but never in her life could she imagine this would be her fate.
“Hello, King Hordar, Queen Tabitha, and Princess Bedelia. I am Captain Phasma, and I am to escort the princess to her quarters where she will get ready for the ceremony,” a chrome plated Stormtrooper spoke, effectively pulling Bedelia out of her memories. Phasma turns to Bedelia, “Follow me.”
Bedelia could feel the Phasma sizing her up despite the captain being completely covered. She wonders if the woman disapproves of her, and whether or not she will ever find a place in this strange new world. Phasma walks two steps ahead of Bedelia in order to guide her through the dark, winding corridors of the base. She walks with light, quick steps. Like a soldier.
“I must say, this marriage comes as a shock to us all,” Phasma speaks suddenly.
“I agree.”
“You’re lucky Snoke chose to marry you off to General Hux instead of himself as your weak father offered. Hux is more your age.” Phasma’s words were littered with condescension and distaste.
Bedelia fought off the urge to argue with her. Instead deciding to save her words for a different time. Phasma stops in front of a sleek black door, she types a security code into the panel.
She speaks as the security system gives her clearance, and the door slides open, “Here is where you will get ready. Your gown was delivered as directed. Your maid will be joining you soon.”
“Thank you, Phasma.”
“That’s Captain Phasma.”
“Yes, I am sorry.”
Phasma turns on her heels and walked back down the corridor. Bedelia enters the cold, sterile looking room that was to be her quarters (temporarily she presumed.) A black vanity with a large mirror sits against one wall, a bed is in the middle of the room, and another door leads to a small bathroom. She goes to the bathroom and starts running a bath for herself. She removes her travelling clothes, dropping them carelessly to the floor. She hears the door open, and turns to see a handmaid enter the room. The woman was young, but looks tired.
“You have two hours,” the handmaid informs her.
“I don’t understand the rush,” Bedelia comments absently as she sinks into the warm water.
“I suppose they want this deal finalized,” the handmaid offers.
Bedelia sinks further into the water, so it’s almost over her mouth. Suddenly she sits up.
“What’s your name?” she asks the handmaid.
“Oh, it doesn’t matter.”
“It does.”
The handmaid sighs, “Shela.”
“Shela, I am-”
“Princess Bedelia. Yes, you’re the talk of the base!”
“I assume we will be spending a lot of time together,” Bedelia relaxes again in the tub as Shela nods. “So, you don’t have to call me Princess. Just Bedelia.” Shela bows, and Bedelia lets out a small giggle. “And none of that either.”
***
General Hux isn’t nervous, at least that’s how he presents himself. He stands in front of the large window overlooking the hangar with his hands clasped behind his back. He had watched with piqued interest as his bride landed, and was led away by Phasma. Although he hadn’t been able to see her, the way she carried herself was mesmerizing to him. There was confidence, but not the same kind of practiced confidence he had. It was natural, as if nothing in this universe scared her. He stands tall and falsely confident in his formal uniform, his red hair neatly combed back. He had to resist the urge to ask Phasma a million questions about Bedelia when she returns.
He was, of course, surprised when the Supreme Leader told him of his plans. He still doesn’t understand why he had to marry the girl. Snoke had a king grovelling at his feet, and yet he accepts a rather pointless deal from him.
“We could have had land, more troops, a whole bloody planet,” he sighs. “Instead I get a wife.”
“We still get access to the planet’s resources,” Phasma reminds him. “And you get a wife.”
“I don’t need a wife.”
“No, you’d rather risk having to carry the shame of an illegitimate son just like your father,” Kylo Ren taunts him. Kylo knew the Supreme Leader’s purpose for allowing Hux a wife was because of the ginger’s need for attention, a wife would make him that much more malleable. Still, he couldn’t help but antagonize him. Hux turns quickly with fire burning in his eyes.
“At least I don’t have rebel scum for parents,” Hux spits back. Kylo is at attention, his hand grasps his lightsaber hilt. Phasma breaks them up. He didn’t even know why Kylo was here except to revel in Hux’s predicament.
An officer tasked with helping to organize the event enters the room to announce that there’s only half an hour until the ceremony. Kylo and Phasma excuse themselves, leaving Hux with his thoughts. Only when he’s certain of being alone does he release the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Now the insecurity slips into his mind. What if she’s disappointed in being stuck with him? Or she’s terrible or thinks he’s terrible? He doesn’t trust Snoke to be completely honest with him about her.
He finally makes his way outside. The troops stood neatly in arrangement on the parade grounds. On the balcony stood the highest ranking First Order officers and his future wife’s family. The clergyman from Vaela who would be officiating the ceremony indicated to Hux where to stand. Any second now, she would emerge and they would be married. His heart pounds in his chest.
***
Bedelia walks through the blast doors. The cold air hitting her face causes her cheeks to turn red. At the end of the aisle formed by the First Order officers and the guests from her own planet stood the man she assumed to be General Armitage Hux. He was tall and thin with a stern yet handsome face. She is surprised by how young he is. Her worst fear had been to be married and bedded by an old man, although at least the chances of an old man dying and her being able to escape were much greater. She makes her way down the aisle looking proudly ahead despite the fear bubbling within. Once she’s close enough, he offers her his leather gloved hand. She takes it wondering absently if he always wears them. They stand facing one another distracted by studying the other closely, only knowing when to speak because of memorizing the vows. However, their attention is caught by the last line.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Her breath catches, and Hux clears his throat. The look on his face revealing his hesitancy. He leans in slowly as if expecting her to pull away before placing a chaste kiss upon her lips. Both of their cheeks are flushed. There’s loud applause as he leads her back inside.
“We are still preparing the dining room for the event,” a member of the kitchen staff informs Hux as soon as they walk in.
“Fine, fine,” Hux waves him off.
The wedding guests file in behind them. Each officer walks by to congratulate Hux, even if some of their words are half-hearted. Her family welcomes Hux and they give him the traditional Valean kiss on the hand to signify family loyalty although it seems rather half-hearted.
“Let us go to the dining hall, and give the newlyweds a chance to speak,” someone announces, causing Bedelia’s heart to pound. The two of them are alone together for the first time.
“You look very beautiful,” Hux says.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
She looks down at the floor with a sadness in her eyes that make Hux feel nauseous. He can sense the distance in her voice, and it sends an unexpected pain in his chest. She looks down at the ground, her gloved hands clasped together in front of her. He reaches out to take her hand making one final attempt to forge some kind of bond, but she pulls away from him. The pain shoots through his chest again. He feels disgusted by his own hurt feelings. Ashamed that he even tried to win her over with tenderness, he decides to at least force them both to get through this day. If she wanted to be talked to like one of his inferiors, then he could deliver.
“They will be receiving us in the dining room now. It will be us, your family, and my officers.” He steps closer to her, fire burning in his eyes. His next words are spoken through gritted teeth, “I expect you to act more hospitable to our guests.”
“There are no guests to an arranged marriage,” she spits back. She finds herself liking the anger in his eyes, the way his jaw tenses as he calculates his next move.
“Call it what you will, princess. But I expect you to at least make this day easier to get through for both of us.” He turns on his heels and leaves her standing alone. When she doesn’t follow him, he stops. “Come now.”
She hurries to catch up, surprising them both. He offers her his arm. She hesitates, and he grabs her hand instead. As they’re seated side by side, she looks around the dining room at all the eyes on them. She tenses up, and feels Hux do the same. Thinking about their previous conversation makes her feel slightly guilty. He had tried to be hospitable and she responded with coldness. Although she couldn’t imagine what else he expected.
She pushes the food around on the plate in front of her, but happily sips the wine. She’s on her third glass when Hux leans over to whisper in her ear.
“At least try to eat something,” he whispers. There’s a touch of hostility in his voice, but she can also sense genuine concern. She takes a few bites of her food.
***
For the second time, they’re left alone. Now in her new home, she looks around the large quarters. There’s very few traces of personality in the otherwise clean room. A large orange cat lays in a nearby chair, and she reaches out to stroke the top of its head. The cat lets out a surprised chirp, but then purrs happily.
“She usually doesn’t take so easily to strangers,” Hux says. His voice surprises her.
“Neither do I.”
Hux almost is offended until he looks up to see an understanding smile on Bedelia’s face. Instead he lets out a sigh. He takes his gloves off and sets them on his dresser, then slips out of his coat. He walks past Bedelia to hang his coat in the closet.
“I believe your personal items were delivered. Everything should be put away.”
Bedelia sits on the edge of the bed to remove her shoes, she sets them neatly to the side then stands again. She moves easily across the room to him.
“Will you help undo my dress?” she asks him. He nods, and she turns her back to him.
His nimble fingers untie the laces holding the back of her dress together, cold fingertips brush down her spine as he does it. He wants to push it off her shoulders to let the lace and chiffon fall to the ground. His animal desire is curious about what the delicate materials hide. Never had he had the opportunity to be this close to a woman before. Sure the maids and kitchen workers would be willing, but it was a risk and it wouldn’t have been very genuine. She holds the dress up, and makes her way to the bathroom. She was correct in assuming that her light pink satin robe had been hung up neatly on the back of the door, and her night gown had been laid out on a small chair in the corner.
Hux is sitting on the edge of the bed, looking more unkempt than when she had left him. He wore his black pants still and a white undershirt, but his jacket was tossed carelessly in the laundry bin. His shoes were in their compartment neatly. The bathroom door opening catches his attention, and his heart begins pounding when she emerges from it. Her dark hair curls and falls down her shoulders against the pink robe she wore over a matching nightgown. The robe did nothing to hide the hourglass body beneath it. She sits beside him on the bed.
“I know what is expected now,” she whispers. She looks down at her feet against the black tile floor. Hux is almost certain he sees tears welling up in her eyes.
“It’s not expected,” he assures her. His earlier rejected attempt at tenderness is long forgotten as he attempts it once more. The relief washing over her features assures him he’s taking the correct course of action.
“General-”
“Call me Armitage.”
“Is that your name?” she blushes, “Of course it is. I knew that.” She shakes her head in embarrassment, and is surprised when he laughs.
“Indeed it is my name.”
She moves closer, “You can call me Bedelia.”
“Okay,” he smirks, “princess.”
“That works too.”
She moves even closer to him. She intertwines her warm tan fingers with his cold pale ones.
“I am sorry about before,” she confesses. “This isn’t exactly the wedding day I had planned. I’ve been acting like a child about ever since my father told me about our betrothal.”
“I admit I wasn’t entirely pleased with it myself,” Hux confesses, although he keeps to himself how the prospect of not being alone excited him after he had more of a chance to think it all through. Instead he focuses on the insecurity he felt.
“I have no idea about marriage or even coupling at all. My parents were, well, not married. My mother died when I was very young.”
“I’m sorry.”
The horrors of his childhood flashed through his mind, but he pushes them away.
“I would like to try to make this work,” he whispers. He feels more vulnerable now.
“We haven’t got much of a choice,” she sighs. “Of course it would be nice not to be miserable forever.”
“Of course,” he agrees.
Relief washes over them both. As they sit in a comfortable silence, he finds himself staring at her wine stained lips. Then his eyes trace down her neck, stopping at her perky cleavage. He cups her face towards him, and leans close to take her lips with his own. The kiss they share is different from the one they shared at the ceremony. Now they’re more curious, and receptive. She sinks against him, surprised at his gentleness as his arms snake around her body. She pulls away from him shyly.
“I’m afraid,” she confesses.
“I told you, nothing is expected.”
She looks up at him, an appreciation filling her eyes that made Hux want to always make her feel this way. He pulled her against him, holding her tight against his chest.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he promises. She hums in acknowledgement.
As the newlyweds settled into bed together, doubt was replaced by hope.
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I thought it was a good idea to have a separate space for my Star Wars fics. All of my stories are rated M or E (18+) - minors dni. Everything is x ofc or femreader unless otherwise stated and there is no use of y/n.
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Kylo Ren
Blood Moon - spooky request
Of the Gods - spooky request
Delicate - kinktober
Entwined - kinktober
Cobb Vanth
The Ties That Bind - Maybe if Cobb can forgive you for disappearing, you'll know coming back to Tatooine wasn't a mistake.
Rey
You're So Golden (a gift for @jadore-andor 💖)
Bad Idea - request
Poe Dameron
I Can Hardly See (What's in Front of Me) - request
Shrike - request
Heartbeats - kinktober request
Come Undone - Resistance!Hux x femreader x Poe Dameron
Boba Fett
Kings & Monsters - The galaxy was vast and you had always been alone. Until suddenly you weren't. Thrust into intrigue you had no idea how to navigate and hunted for reasons you didn't understand, how will you make it out of this alive - and with your heart intact? Will you be forced to resume an identity you had left behind, or can you truly find your place in the galaxy? What kind of ending can the story of the desert king, his beloved assassin, and a galaxy full of monsters have? And where do you fit into it? on indefinite hiatus
Move Me - kinktober
#star wars#star wars fic#star wars fanfiction#kylo ren x reader#ben solo x reader#ben solo#kylo ren#poe dameron x reader#poe dameron#boba fett x reader#boba fett#armitage hux x you#armitage hux#general hux#cobb vanth#cobb vanth x reader#rey x reader#rey skywalker#my fic
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JUNE 2022 (part one)
fandoms featured on this list; star wars, kenobi, the mandalorian, rogue one, & triple frontier 💫
thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙
please assume that all works & the blogs they belong to are 18+ only
mature adult content will be marked with a double asterisk **
be sure to check all warnings & tags before reading, feel free to skip if something isn't for you
& of course, enjoy responsibly
all the love xo A ☕
please send me things to read ! favorite fics or something you've written that you're proud of ! 💌
find more monthly fic recs over on my masterlist, July 2022 coming soon ! ✨
please let me know if you would like to be removed
✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !
✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !
STAR WARS
✨ Anakin Skywalker
Never Forgotten (ch.1) by @otter-anon665 (anakin, vader) (f!reader)
Anakin Skywalker Masterlist by @anakinlove (gn!reader) (f!reader) (check individual ratings)
✨ Armitage Hux
Drapetomania (series) by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader) **
prompt – baby fever by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader) ** (cw: babies, children)
prompt – imagining intimate scenarios by @mylifeisactuallyamess (f!reader) **
✨ Din Djarin
A State of Mind by @rexxdjarin (f!reader) ** (cw: daddy kink)
Just Tell Me by @againstacecilia (gn!reader)
Perfect - Week One by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) (paz vizsla x ofc)
Say It Again (No More Wasted Time) by @againstacecilia (modern au) (f!reader)
Shut Up And Kiss Me by @floraandfrost (petite!afab!reader) ** (cw: size difference kink)
Silk (series) by @juletheghoul (mob au) (sex worker!f!reader) **
Take A Bath by @green-socks (gn!reader) **
Vacation Rules - Ice Cream by @the-blind-assassin-12 (f!reader)
When You Hold Me by @redahlia-writes
Winning Stakes fic collab by @absurdthirst & @storiesofthefandomlovers (f!reader) **
You Got Me Flowers? by @writingforcurrentobsessions
✨ Fennec Shand
The Target by @clydesducktape (f!reader)
✨ Finn
Stardust by @andormeddows (gn!reader)
✨ Luke Skywalker
What the Temple Taught Us (series) by @dragonlqrd (grogu) (jedi!f!reader) **
✨ Obi Wan Kenobi
A Welcomed Distraction by @grippingbeskar (f!reader) **
Confessions by @foreverwriting (f!reader)
Haze on the Water by @obiknights (highlander!jedi!obi) (f!reader)
Infinite Sadness I & II by @milleneumfulcrum (kenobi) (cw: ptsd)
The Language of Flowers (series) by @huffle-pissed (medieval au) (knight!obi)
Liability by @kckenobi (obi wan kenobi & quinlan vos) (cw: grief, alcohol)
The Last Time He Sees Her by @kckenobi (obi wan kenobi & princess leia)
Made In The A.M. (series) by @strwrs , @kittfisto (ao3) (gn!reader)
Mind Over Matter (series) by @kckenobi (obi wan kenobi & anakin skywalker)
Stranded (series) by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories (castaway au) (afab!oc) (cw: age gap, grief, trauma)
Summer Vacation by @obiknights (f!reader) (cw: age gap, children)
Suppose by @laters-gators **
Where It Wasn’t by @221bshrlocked (kenobi) (massage au) (f!reader) **
prompt – domestic fluff & beard tickles (part one) by @forever-rogue (kenobi) (f!reader)
prompt – starting a family with obi wan (part two) by @forever-rogue (kenobi) (f!reader) (cw: pregnancy)
soft headcanons – younglings by @ithebookhoarder
✨ Poe Dameron
Back by @roanniom **
Green Green Dress by @disabledameron (f!reader) **
It’s Always Belonged To You by @im-poe-dameron (f!reader) **
Playground Confessions by @andromeda-dear (gn!reader)
Poe Dameron Masterlist by @mariesackler (gn!reader) (f!reader) (check individual ratings)
Pull Me Tight And Close Your Eyes by @dailyreverie (gn!reader)
Ten, Eleven, Twelve by @foxilayde (f!reader) **
prompt – red string of fate by @ohheyitsokay (soulmate au)
✨ Misc. Star Wars Characters
Star Wars Masterlist by @celestial-alignment (obidala, dinluke) (check individual ratings)
Star Wars Masterlist by @poeticandors (star wars & rogue one) (check individual ratings)
ROGUE ONE
✨ Bodhi Rook
How Generous the Stars by @uwingdispatch (everyone lives au) (disabled!gn!reader)
TRIPLE FRONTIER
✨ Benny Miller
Words Unsaid by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) (cw: blood, injury)
✨ Frankie Morales
Anything For You (Learning Curves) by @ezrasbirdie (plus size!f!reader) **
Frankie…Frankie From Across the Street Frankie Morales by @icanbeyourjedi (f!reader) ** (cw: ptsd)
The Hottest Day of the Year by @toomanystoriessolittletime (plus size!f!reader) **
Through the Window fic collab by @absurdthirst & @storiesofthefandomlovers (f!reader) **
Old Mistakes, New Beginnings by @autumnleaves1991-blog (f!reader) **
✨ Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller
Little Wife by @frannyzooey (pioneer!will) (f!reader) **
The Tip Jar (series) by @cowboystokes (black!f!reader) **
prompts – soulmate au, “knowing your soulmate when you touch” & “tattoos blossom where you touch your soulmate for the first time” by @ohheyitsokay
✨ Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia
Burn (pt.1) by @arsonhotchner (gn!reader) (cw: canon typical violence)
✨ Triple Frontier Guys
TF Pack Blurbs by @clydesducktape (a/b/o au) (reverse harem) **
TF Pack Blurbs (Heat) by @clydesducktape (a/b/o au) (reverse harem) **
** stay tuned for part two, fic recs for moon knight, pedro pascal characters, & misc./multi fandom 📖
#star wars fanfiction#the mandalorian fanfiction#kenobi series fanfiction#rogue one fanfiction#triple frontier fanfiction#pxk monthly fic recs 💫#pxk queue
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REQUEST GUIDELINES/FANDOM LIST:
last update: 03.01.2022 2nd August, 2022 14th November, 2022 1st April, 2024
If you want to request something pls give me some more or less specific ideas or a few prompts (link for prompt list).
I'll automatically do platonic relationship and they/them pronouns if it's not specified.
Also, english isn't my first language you've been warned.
What I don't take requests for:
Stuff i might write if im in the mood but probably won't ( There are always going on be warnings ofc)
smut
suggestive stuff
toxic relationships (might appear in a criminal minds fic or something like that, never romantizised)
darkfics
arguments
enemies to lovers
What I don't write in general:
romantizised toxic relationships
rape, incest, pedophilia, age gap (teacher/student as well) etc.
romance for characters under 14 y/o
male reader x lesbian character or female reader x gay character
about poc/trans/mlm struggles - they are obviously very very real but i am white and sapphic (not saying i won't write about characters that are any of these things, i'll do my best to make the reader gender, race, body size etc inclusive.)
What I write:
Character(s) x reader
Gender Neutral/Non-binary!, Female!, Male!reader. Obv gender ≠ pronouns but it's th
Mixed pronouns (ex. they/she), THEORETICALLY neo pronouns?
Background ships
AUs (SOULMATES!!!)
Crossovers (read fandom list)
Platonic, romantic, unspecified or familial relationship
Fandoms/characters:
Star Wars:
Romantic: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, young!Obi-wan,
Ahsoka Tano, Asajj Ventress, Bariss Offi, Rex, Echo, Fives,
Cal Kestis,
Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndylla, Sabine Wren,
Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor,
Din Djarin, Fenec Shnad,
Rey Skywalker, Finn
+more
Platonic: Everyone above, Obi-wan Kenobi, The Bad Batch, The ghost crew, Grogu,
Won't write: Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Hux
Ships: Anidala, Barrisoka, Kanera, Finnpoe
Knowledge: All movies, almost all shows/cartoons (except Resistance), books - Master and apprentice, games - started JFO and (barley) SWTOR
Marvel:
Romantic: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop
Platonic: Everyone above, Peter B Parker, Yelena Belova,
Stranger things:
Romantic: Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Max Mayfield (s4!), Lucas Sinclair (s4!), Chrissy Cunningham, Barbara Holland rip, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson + more
Platonic: Everyone above, Max (all seasons), Lucas (all seasons), Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, El Hopper, Erica Sinclair, Joyce Byers, Jim Hopper, Murray Bauman, Alexei Smirnoff, Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov, Yuri Ismailov,
Won't write: Billy
Ships: Jopper, Lumax, Elmax, Ronance, Robin/Vickie, Steddie
Knowledge: up to season 4, none books
Arcane:
Romantic: Vi, Jinx, Ekko,
Platonic: Everyone above, almost everyone else
Ships: CaitVi
Knowledge: season 1
Avatar: the last air bender
Please include if you want the reader to be a bender (and what kind) or not
R: Zuko, Suki, Sokka, +more
P: Everyone above, the gaang, Iroh,
Ships: Suki/Sokka, Zukka,
Knowledge: All seasons, almost all comics, live action
The legend of Korra:
R/P: Most characters
Won't write: Kuvira
Ships: Korrasami,
Knowledge: All seasons, all comics
The Dragon Prince:
R: Claudia, Rayla, Soren, Corvus
P: Everyone above, Ezran, Callum, Amaya, Harrow, Gren,
Ships: All canon ships, Sorvus
Knowledge: up to season 4
Sherlock Holmes:
BBC:
R/P: Most characters
Ships: Johnlock, Mystrade,
Enola Holmes:
R/P: Enola,
Criminal minds:
R/P: Elle Greenway, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss
Knowledge: Watching season 6
Heartstopper:
R/P: Most characters, comic or show.
Won't write: Harry and Ben.
Ships: All canon ships; Imogen x me😍 /hj
Knowledge: Comic: 7-13; show: season 1
The Blacklist:
R: Elizabeth Keen, Donald Ressler, Aram Mojtabai, Alina Park,
P: Everyone above, Harold Cooper, Tom Keen, Raymond Redington, Dembe Zuma, Kate Kaplan, Agnes Keen
Knowledge: Season 9
#star wars x reader#star wars imagine#stranger things x reader#stranger things imagine#arcane x reader#heartstopper imagine#heartstopper x reader#robin buckley x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#joyce byers x reader#elle greenaway x reader
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cutely requests huxley watching me go batshit and fix all my succulents <3
(a/n: ofc bae ily and ur plants)
character(s): huxley x reader
reader's pronouns: unspecified
cw: neglected plants :[
his brow is like. constantly furrowed. between the pitiful state of those poor plants and your fiery attitude towards fixing them is Stressing this man out /lh
he's begging and pleading on his knees for you to let him help, but backs off when you tell him it's something you'd rather do on your own
(though he does offer his services again when he sees a particularly sad looking succulent (michael))
at some point he'll ask to put on some tunes for the both of you to jam out to, trying to lighten the mood
but. despite wanting the atmosphere to be chill, he is 100% helping you get revenge on whomever did this to your plants
"dude! you don't just- LEAVE these poor bros to starve! that's like, so messed up!"
helps you come up with a whole speech about being responsible for the life you care for, even if it's "just" plants
though once everything's done and taken care of, he's definitely going to ramble/let you ramble about your shared hobby
he offers to trade plants to propagate like pokémon cards (gotta catch em' all i guess)
and after this... event, he'll periodically come check in on you and your plant friends, occasionally bringing a new one as a gift
after a while, your entire plant area has turned into a mini forest
he just. keeps bringing more. there's no complaints coming from you, but hux. this is a lot of plants sir please
you're the only person out of the whole crew that he trusts to look over his plants while he's out of town
everytime he has plans to go visit him family or has to travel for an away-game, he's immediately calling you up
if you're not available, his second choice is immediately gavin, but ONLY if you aren't available :[ he's protective over his babies
@the-phantoms-library @theodorebasmanov @cryptixmoth @sunberrybush @myanettes @oliveid @bug-likes-monsters @dangergays
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Damien x Xavier Bc HeLL yEAh
Ty Oliveid for this wonderful idea-
IT WAS A BLIND DATE-
Huxley set them up bc obviously
Neither of them know who the other is and Huxley is over here dYinG bc of it
And Damien, our sweet tsundere boy, is pestering him about it.
The date itself:
Soooo Skating rink? Skating rink.(Set up by Hux ofc)
Damien is there first and gets his pair of skates and is just standing there awkwardly waiting for this person to show up. Xavier walks in and oh shi-
Why is Damiens heart doing backflips?
So then Xavier texts Huxley and then almost immediately makes eye contact with Dami, he skates over and says in that amazing voice,"Damien, Right?". Damien nods and is just hella flustered bc wow. Xavier smiles and introduces himself, and they sit there talking for a while.
Headcanon:Damien cant skate.
Xavier is skating around and is kinda upset bc he feels like Damien doesn't wanna be there so he mentions it and Dami explains that he cant skate
Cue Xavier smiling and pulling Dami onto the rink, and just showing off while Damien falls on his ass.
So theres one point where Dami is about to just face plant right? He braces for it but never makes impact.
XAVIER IS JUST HOLDING HIM UP-
His face is FLUSHED.
Was it hot in there or just him?
Cue the disco lights turning on and them having a moment of collective and reciprocated attraction.
Xavier just slowly leaning in and then the lights turn on as they announce the rink is closing.
Them walking home together and Dami being the,"I had a nice night, thanks" type bc hes so flushed and awkward-
Xavier just being respectfully disrespectful and saying,"I had a good night too, Snowflake" and then doing the whole,"SoRRy I shouLdnt have Said That" Type
SURPRISINGLY DAMIEN IS THE ONE TO INSTIGATE A KISS-
He immediately runs inside after, coming home to a very Energetic Huxley and a Very proud freelancer.
Bonus from Oliveid:
freelancer: hux, you never explained why practice was cancelled
huxley: oh, it's because xavier's on a date
freelancer: oh, for real? that's awesome! with who? *takes a sip of water*
huxley: damien :)
water spitting ensues
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