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khaotic-kitsunes · 3 years

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A Royal Kindness

Hey there! First of all, YES, you may call me cheeky. I am, of course, very cheeky. I’m also very glad to hear that you enjoy my organised chaos and you know what? I am having a swell day! I hope this request makes your day swell too!!

Now, moving on to said request, MAN oh man this was tricky to write! Not for any particular reason though...I had it all planned out actually. Wrote it down in my notebook, then wrote the first half a page in another notebook...and then onto the lappy it went!

I sincerely hope you enjoy this scenario because it was kind of fun to write, even if it took me six hours...but yeah, be sure to let me know what you think!

Again, I know I gotta do a new image for Mirio but I’m lazy and that requires a lot of effort I don’t haveee

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Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

“Have you heard the news (Name)?”

You looked over at your mother curiously, wiping away the sweat from unloading the new stock that had arrived earlier. It was hard work, but you were somewhat used to it now; after all, it had been your responsibility ever since your father had passed away five years ago.

“What news? Has something bad happened?” Your mother shook her head at the question, a pleasant smile decorating her face while she restocked the nearby shelves; piquing your curiosity even more.

“No, no…nothing like that. It’s about the prince!” You groaned audibly at your mother’s words, entirely unimpressed with the direction that the conversation was beginning to take so early in the day. While the leaders of the land weren’t terrible people, in fact, you would say that they were great leaders; however, you didn’t hold any interest in what they got up to since it rarely ever affected your life.

“Don’t be like that sweetie! You shouldn’t be so quick to dismiss this.”

“You know what? I hate to interrupt this…fantastic conversation, but there are still boxes for me to bring in and…yeah…”

You walked out of the shop before she could utter a single protest, sighing in relief the moment the cool springtime breeze washed over you; a miracle compared to the stuffy air that belonged to your store whenever your mother started such discussions. You loved your mother, truly you did; but she could be a little much for you to handle at times.

Letting out a breath, you glanced over towards the boxes that you still had to bring inside and with this delivery, it looked like your mother had made too large of an order with the local farmers this time around. It was almost double your usual order and the only boxes left were the ones that were heavily filled; your least favourite boxes.

When you tried to lift one of the boxes up, it only lifted an inch for a few moments before you had to quickly drop it back down. You were positive that it was heavier than it should have been, if you tried to lift it again you might actually end up hurting yourself which was less than ideal.

“Damn…don’t think I could ask mom either…” You trailed off in a quiet mumble to yourself before straightening when two large hands gripped the edges of the box, lifting it with ease.

“Morning miss! Where did you want this?”

A bright, almost blinding smile greeted you when you looked towards the person that had lifted the annoyingly heavy box on your behalf. Though in reality, it was a young man with the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen; reminisce of the deep blue ocean that your father had taken you to see when you were a small child.

“Miss?” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment when the young man tilted his head to the side, still holding onto the box while you stood there with your mouth hanging open; seeing him had caught you off-guard and now, you were certain, you looked like a fool.

“Oh! Um, right…inside will do, please? Just off to the right” You stammered over your words, flailing to motion towards the entrance to the store you would inherit later in life; stirring a low chuckle from the pleasant man who followed your directions without any problems.

“I didn’t mean to startle you miss, but I noticed you were struggling with these boxes. Thought I could help you out” The man smiled towards you as he exited the store empty-handed, a wide grin stretching across his lips with a boyish charm that had your heart racing within your chest. A kindness that wasn’t often seen as of late.

“Thank you, but you don’t need to. It’s fine, really it is” He shook his head in response to your words, ignoring your attempt at stopping his kind gesture and instead moving to pick up another box; leaving you to shuffle out of his way. Not because you had to, but simply because if he was doing you such a favour, it made sense to make the task as easy as possible and since he had to move around you, it was perfectly natural for you to move.

“Nonsense! It’s no trouble miss, won’t take a minute before it’s all done” He hummed out a polite decline as he moved about quickly, moving the boxes into the store with an ease you wished to one day accomplish. It seemed he was right as well, only a minute or two passed before the boxes were safely tucked away inside of the store, rather than out on the street where anyone could grab them and run off.

Though, perhaps with less stock than an entire boxes worth.

“There we go, all done!”

You mumbled out a quiet thank you to strangely kind stranger, having to tilt your head back just to get a good look at his face while he walked up to you, dusting his hands off despite not having any actual dirt on them.

“Well, you could thank me by telling me your name, miss…?” He trailed off, leaving you with what would be considered to be the perfect opportunity to supply your name; however, you weren’t known for playing along to other people’s whims.

“Isn’t it customary to give out your own name before asking someone else for theirs?” His smile only widened at your response, a lively laughter spilling free to surround you in a warmth you hadn’t realised you were lacking; slowly dying down into a pleasant chuckle that would certainly haunt your dreams.

“A fair point, my name is Mirio and it’s a pleasure to meet such an independent young lady” His smoothly spoken words had your cheeks burning, an inaudible stammer of words you couldn’t think of falling from your lips before you managed to regain your composure; though he surely noticed your lapse in greeting.

“Now that I’ve properly introduced myself, I’ll ask again. Could you tell me your name?” You sighed in defeat at his question, finding his cheeky stubbornness to be charming; it wasn’t often you were greeted so kindly by cute passers-by and even less often to be given help by said people.

“It’s (Name)…and it’s a pleasure to meet you as well, but, I need to get back to work” You smiled at the disappointed look that took over his features, slipping past the larger man to make your way back into the shop before your mother came out to inspect the situation; you knew that she would eventually.

“You can’t chat for a while longer?” You paused at the hopefully asked question, glancing back at him with a playful smile tugging at your lips, it wasn’t everyday you found yourself so entertained; you almost wanted to skip work for the day.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t. Perhaps I’ll see you again later, tomorrow even? I work here every day, except for Saturday afternoons…those are for my own entertainment” You winked at his hopeful expression before disappearing inside the shop with a grin that was a little bigger than you would have preferred; sure to stir your mother’s curiosity.

“Sweetie, who was that young man?”

~ ~ ~

You let out a sigh as you sat on one of the roots of a rather large, old tree; deciding that the well-shaded area would be perfect for the warm summers’ day. Mirio had asked you to wait by the forest for him earlier in the day when you were working a morning shift with your mother; in fact, he had only just barely caught you before you went off to enjoy your Saturday afternoon. Though he had seemed to be in a bit of a rush, which is precisely why you had agreed to meet him.

Mirio wasn’t often one to be caught in a rush, he was usually calm and carefree. At least, that’s how you perceived him, after knowing the man for nearly five months now.

“(Name)!”

You perked up at the sound of his voice, a smile gracing your lips as your eyes landed on a flustered looking Mirio; watching him as he ran up to you, dressed fancier than you ever remembered him being.

“Mirio, what took you so long? I’ve been waiting for hours now…and why are you so out of breath?” He slowed to a stop in front of you as you spoke, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck before offering you his hand so that you would be able to get up with ease.

“Sorry, things are a bit hectic today…but I wanted to talk to you! It’s important” You nodded in response to his words as you took hold of his hand, gasping out when he pulled you up against his chest with one smooth motion; his strength still shocking you even now; it didn’t matter how many times you saw him, the limits to his strength were unknown to you.

“Mirio. What could possibly be so important that it has you a frantic mess? You’re like the villagers that are going nuts over some prince that’s meant to be announced today.”

Mirio chuckled nervously at your words, settling his hands on your hips while looking around behind him; almost as if he had been followed on his way to meet you. Though you couldn’t quite work out why that would be such a terrible thing.

“Well, that might just be because I am the prince” You stared at him blankly for a moment, allowing his words to roll around in your mind before they finally sank in; causing your mouth to drop open in shock.

“I’m sorry, (Name). I meant to tell you sooner but things got…complicated and I wasn’t sure how you would react…” He trailed off quietly, watching you as a frown developed on your features; worrying him deeply.

“How I would react…? What do you mean how I would react? What does that matter to a prince?” He chuckled at your quiet outburst, shaking his head before reaching up to cup your cheek with a tenderness he hadn’t shown you before; his head dipping down to meet yours in a sweet, unexpected kiss.

Completely and utterly stealing your breath away.

“Well, I happen to think the opinion of the love of my life matters…(Name)…”

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starlightsearches · 4 years

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Hi please may i request a hux x reader where you’re also a general and you hear a loud bang in the room next to your office which is hux’s office. (Maybe he kicked the wall or something in frustration). You go to check all is well and step in to find him head in hands sat against the wall having a panic attack and so you help him out of it and then discuss it with him and show him some much needed affection and human connection. I love you’re writing, you’re one of my absolute favourite bloggers

Shattered

Hello sweet friend! Thank you for the kind words, and I’m sorry that this request took so much time! I kind of adapted it a bit, I hope you don’t mind 😊

Requests are closed ✨

Armitage Hux x Reader

Warnings: I was feeling very angsty when I first wrote this, and I think a lot of that seeped into the story. Also discussions of a mild injury, and mentions of blood. Hope you enjoy!

As far as neighbors went, General Hux was one of the best, all things considered. You never heard him, hardly ever saw him, and you liked that just fine. It was certainly an improvement from your last assignment, before your promotion. That base had been frigid, and so damn loud, like there was never a moment of peace—especially not for you, practically running the whole damn show. While it had been a slight adjustment in the beginning, you much preferred being on the Finalizer. The work was engaging, the company was pleasant enough, and your quarters were blessedly quiet.

That’s why the shattering sound is especially jarring, and your first thought, however ridiculous, is assassination. The glass at your desk spills when you jump to your feet, and you rush to move the data pads and various items out of the way of the trailing water before running to the door and out into the hall, pounding on the general’s door furiously, only to be surprised when it actually opens.

You step inside and the darkened room, and General Hux approaches, looking very much alive and un-assassinated. He glares at you through bloodshot eyes, and for a moment you want to leave, to run away from this place and forget that you were ever here. That’s the effect his gaze has on you.

“Did you need something, general?” he says the title with a mouthful of disgust, and you pause, waiting for the words to come. There’s nothing to say, though, nothing that you could say without making yourself seem paranoid and irrational. It’s obvious that he is fine, or at least, he seems fine.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion, general, I thought I heard something,” you reply, slowly backing away to the door, hoping to escape some of the embarrassment, “I wanted to make sure that you were alright.”

“Of course I’m alright,” his voice is harsh, harsh enough to surprise you. You’ve only worked with Hux for a short amount of time, and although you knew he was upset about your appearance on this ship, he’s never been so outwardly cruel to you. Something is wrong.

You take in the scene again, noticing a few things. There’s no light on in his quarters, but General Hux is still in his uniform, despite the lateness of the hour, so he must not have been sleeping. And then there’s the way he’s standing, so stiff and guarded, with one hand behind his back. On the far side of the room, something glints.

"Is something wrong with your hand, general?" As soon as the words leave your lips, he bristles, immediately on the defensive.

"As I told you before, I am clearly fine. I’m not sure how you ran things on the Derus base, but here I expect a certain level of decorum from my fellow officers, and that includes not barging into my quarters and asking personal questions. If that isn’t something you can manage, then the Finalizer is not for you.” The words hit you like a slap to the face, like an avalanche, and you struggle to breathe under the weight of his disapproval. He’s called to mind every insecurity, every instance where you have been reminded that you’re so often out of your element here. It paralyzes you, this reminder that you don’t belong. You had been able to convince yourself that it was impostor syndrome, that the others, even Hux, appreciated your presence. Apparently you were incorrect. He continues, advancing on you like a force of nature, a little wild, full of rage.

“How can I be asked to lead if I’m not given the basic respect of privacy in my own space? If I am not given one simple courtesy, if I am treated this way-” he stops, his teeth bared, with such anger in his eyes that you flinch, After all this time in the Order, no one had talked to you like this. You knew he was angry, you knew he didn’t like the perceived slight that your presence implied, but still—he had no right to address you so angrily.

"What is wrong with you?" It's not a question you mean to ask out loud, but the words slip out anyway, and you find you don't regret them in the slightest. You had been wrong about the general before. He's not the man you thought he was, and you can't stand the idea of being around him for another minute.

You turn your back on him, turn to the door and the light of the hallway, ready to leave this place. Maybe you'd have room in yourself to regret this tomorrow, but the only thing you can feel right now is the bright sting of anger that attempts to mask your wounded pride.

The palm of his hand is slick and sticky when he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you to a stop, and you yank your arm out of his grasp, uninterested in anything else he has to say. That is, until you see the blood, visible in your periphery, staining your arm in the shape of a watery hand print. That makes you stop.

"Please," his voice breaks when he sees you hesitate, his pleas too desperate to be said face to face, "I need help."

Desperation is a language in which you are fluent, and it’s one that you can’t ignore. Your anger still swims in your chest, but you won’t turn your back on his brokenness when it so closely mirrors your own.

The door closes, the lights turn on, and you get to work, caring for him with practical efficiency: hand first, glass second. You don't allow yourself to think about the way he shakes at the contact as you bandage his palm, watching as the blood seeps through the white layers that you wrap methodically over the cut. You don't allow yourself to wonder why a man like General Hux would own and then destroy such a delicate porcelain cup, the glittering fragments scattered across the floor. You just bandage and clean and ignore. You're still hurt. You're still angry. And you still want to help him.

You finish, tossing the final shards of glass into the waste, and then turn your attention back to the general. If you hadn't figured out that something was wrong earlier, you'd definitely know now: you've never seen him sit for this long. He stares at you, looking lost, searching for guidance, but you've helped more than enough. You could leave.

A harsh sigh of surrender puffs through your nose, and you move over to his small kitchen area, searching through the drawers and cupboards at random until you find what you’re looking for.

"What are you doing?" he asks, affronted, until he sees the glasses in your hand, the bottle in the other. You set them on the table with more force than necessary, and they rattle against each other, a clinking chorus that startles you both.

"You look like you could use a drink, general," you say, pouring the amber liquid into his glass first, "and I know I could."

You're not sure how much time you spend sipping in silence, but the lower the liquid in the bottle drops, the smaller you feel, like you're shrinking inside of yourself, able to search through the caverns and hollows of your mind. You wander inside your own consciousness, but no matter where you travel, your thoughts always return to General Hux. Had he really meant it, that you didn’t belong here? Or was his anger misdirected, and you just happened to be the closest living target? You find yourself shifting in your seat, wells of sadness that you normally kept damned finding their way into the greater cavities of your thoughts. You can’t keep thinking this way; you need a distraction.

"Are you alright?" You say to Hux, the question floating to the surface, bubbling from your lips like a laugh or a sob. You watch him drain his glass again, swaying side to side to the tempo of some imaginary song, and for a moment you’re not thinking about yourself.

"No, general," he says, slurring his words but proper, as always, "I'm not." It's the answer you expected; why don't you know how to respond?

"Do you want to talk about it?" It's a stupid question—you know it's a stupid question even as you say it; your voice sounds incredulous to your own ears. You must be drunker than you thought. But you’d like to know. Despite everything, you want him to be alright. You need him to be alright. It’s difficult to admit, but you rely on him. Admire him, if you’re being brutally honest.

"Not tonight," he looks at you when he says it, his movements a sigh, and his gaze loaded with meaning, the softness in his pale green eyes consuming and powerful and defenseless. With just one look, he's rendered you speechless. You watch his hand skim over the surface of the table until it makes contact with your own, just the tips of his fingers overlapping yours. The contact is minimal, but the effect is not; you feel your face grow warmer, and not just from the drink.

"Are you alright?" he asks the question now, and you’re not sure how to give him an honest answer.

"I don't think so," you whisper the words, the pleasant drunkenness from before warping into something that splinters and cracks along your weakest points. It's been so long since you let yourself feel this way. Suddenly the feeling of his hand on yours is much more welcome, and it grounds you. You're not okay right now, but he isn't either.

"I'm glad you're here," he keeps talking, his voice calm and soothing for you, and the difference makes you laugh. You’re glad he’s here too. You don’t want to be alone.

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imoutofinfires · 6 years

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Please Don't ~ Jaehyun

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The wind gushed around , laughing like a child,playing with it's brothers and sisters , the sun and clouds.The warm,pleasant evening felt like it could go on forever.The grass felt like a soft bed wrapped with silky sheets.The playground was now empty , for it was almost half past 6 but the excitement that seemed to be roaming with every stranger waking by , just displayed happiness.The only thing out of place was me.Me , myself and I. The devil in each story of paradise.Sad , miserable, crying till I fall asleep ,me.It wasn't like I had no excuse to be so devastated but excuses don't replace the reality.And the reality of the situation is that no matter much i would want to seem strong , not cry and seem indifferent to every single person on planet earth until I can hop onto a different planet, I can't.I cant go around telling everyone "HEY I'M CRYING HERE FOR A REASON .I'M STRONG.THANK YOU.ENJOY YOUR DAY".

I got up from the bench half heartedly as I now felt satisfied to finally see the brightness fade into night time.As I reached the front door of my apartment, I hesitated.I hesitated for the first time and felt the tears pool up again.But if he sees me like this then I'll never forgive myself.I need to destroy him.Even if I love him.

After a much needed motivation speech which I googled on the internet, I walked in.The living room was empty.Usually I would find him sitting in he living room , talking to someone on the phone and when I would walk in , he would immediately cut the call.Then he would walk up to me, hugging me, kissing me.No matter how many times I told him , I cringe a little at the obvious storyline of fanfics, I loved it.I moved on , and checked the kitchen.Nope.I freaked out a little.Its unlike him to be cooped up in a room.What if he left and is never coming back? What if he knew that I knew ? As I rushed into the bedroom , I found him.Lighting up a candle on the shelf, along with what seemed like 50 other candles placed everywhere.There was food on the bed, from starters to desserts of our favourite food and subtle music.He looked up , to look at me and smiled.Jaehyun.

Jaehyun smiling.Oh , how pretty! His smile wasn't just any smile.It was godlike.It had grace, subtle hint of playful, his eyes forming thick moon cresents but his dimples made him look like a child.A cute, cuddly ,adorable child.

Jaehyun would usually do something like this.Whenever it felt like we were drifting away from each other, it was like him to show you his 'love'. And it was like me to believe him, trust him and follow him into a virtual paradise.But now as I saw all that he did, I couldn't help but feel this ball of mixed emotions.Was it anger ? Sadness? Foolishness?

He walked towards me, cautiously taking my hand to fold safely with his,looking into my eyes.He didn't say anything but it always felt like the two of us were meant to be.The way I could feel an atmosphere of intimacy , a connection like two opposite poles of a magnet.I always thought his eyes as pure , overflowing with emotions.But now as I looked at those pools of brown , I couldn't help but feel betrayed.Ir if possible more betrayed than I was.

He took me to the bed and started talking about all that going on right now.Whenever Jaehyun talked , he was always so passionate.He would use all these hand gestures and all these expressions.Once I remember he almost blinded me while talking about a cute puppy he found on the way back.Little did I know who the puppy belonged to.

As he picked up a macaroon , he laughed at something airing on T.V..And there I was in his arms as I tell myself , for the last time.I felt a sense of nostalgia as I recalled the first time , a few years back , of the first time of our holy tradition.Jaehyun walked into the apartment, a scene of two nervous kids.I remember, it was the first time I saw him in his Dora shirt.I still had more than 100 pictures of him in it, and swore to never wear it again.But he did anyway.Telling me off how he loved to see me laugh even if it was directed at him.Later on , when we talked a little , drank a little , felt too lazy to go out anywhere , spent time on my bed , eating the cheap macaroons.It was all so good.But now I recall how he'd constantly smile at his phone at the same time.And now , the memory shatters.

After quite sometime , Jaehyun was asleep.I got up from the bed and moved towards my suitcase.I couldn't keep this up anymore.I was never the type to take revenge or be all savage and I couldn't do it now.After all , I still, even if I didn't want to, I loved him.And he hurt me.Even if he didn't mean to.

As I pulled the suitcase to the living room , I stepped in to the bedroom , quietly to grab some documents required for me to let the landlord now , I wasn't going to be here for a while.After all , a girl still has to pay her bills.But I couldn't help the temptation to look at him , just one last time.As I stepped closer , I cupped a side of his cheek and caressed my hand on the soft , chubby part.I wasn't worried about him waking up.He was quite a deep sleeper.I couldn't help my heart aching to sink back into the aura of comfort his body gave me.I swiftly paced to the living room , wiping at the tears.I wrote a quick note , just in case he still cares or if he doesn't then atleast doesn't think of filing a missing persons report.Before I could seal it, I heard footsteps.Scared just a little, I couldn't avoid the situation now.Tears were already streaming down my face as I held my bags close and before me was him.Shocked.

He was confused at first.But then soon regained his ability to speak.

"What's all this? Why are you carrying all those suitcases and bags?", he said , an undertone of panic in his voice.

At this point even him asking such a question , after all those lies and humiliation I was fuming."Why is it that you think, Jaehyun.Am I not as dumb as you think ? Am I too dumb to figure out your secret relationship? Or were we the secret one? ", I rambled.He took a moment to process it.It felt like I could perceive his thinking.The wheels turning until it clicked and he finally understood.

" Listen to me , it isn't like what it seems-

" That's rich.Thank you for everything.Dont you have even the slightest bit of respect for me? Have you never in so many years of this relationship, forget love, but never even cared for me to atleast owe me the truth?!"

He grew silent.I could see him shaking a little,a little jumpy and a whole lot of panicky.

"Care.I love you so much.I love you, and I can't even tell you how sorry I am.I love you , I am such an idiot.I love you....please.....just...please don't leave me.", he said, seemingly fear evident in his tone.At the end of his sentence he cried.

I never knew what kind of actor Jaehyun was.It was always difficult because on some occasions , like this one, he could fool everyone while on others he couldn't lie at all.Was he acting?Is this genuine?

" How am I expected to belive you.Do you know how difficult it is for me to look at your face now and see nothing but lies.You didn't just lie to me , you used me , for the gods know what reason.Is it seriously since we started dating? You tell me you love me and you continue seeing this other person? Is that bullshit that you love both of us ?Tell me.Tell me why did I out so much effort into us? Tell me why is it that you had to make me feel so humiliated? Do you enjoy seeing me in pain ?", I screamed at him.He sat down on the floor and sobbed.

"I am so sorry.I only love you.I am dumb.I have no idea why I kept it up.I don't want to and can't make any excuses for it.But I swear , just give me another chance and I will change.You and me.Just please, give me a second chance I can't live without you.Im not lying to you.I love you.And everything about you.I haven't ever done anything in our relationship to mess with you. I did everything because I love you.Please...yoi have to believe me.I love you.So much.It hurts.", he said, sobbing.And I couldn't help it too.I cried with him.But I knew that this wasn't the right thing to do, to stay with him.It was supposed to be me and him , from the start.This isn't going to change that fact.

I wiped my tears as I got out of the house.I ran and he ran after me, profusely apologising.But it didn't matter in the end because now here I am sitting again in this taxi, heading to reality.

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