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amayawolfe · 3 years

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Itsy Bitsy Spider (Chrollo x Fem.Reader)

A/N: fluff, spiders, angst, some harsh language

Word Count: 5262

Summary: Having been born in Meteor City, the majority of your life has been nothing but hardships. Looking back on it, you often wondered how you even made it to adulthood let alone become the treasured partner and wife of eight years to the head of the Phantom Troupe and mother to yours and Chrollo's son.

In the middle of prepping dinner, Chrollo and some of the troupe return from a successful mission. Your husband fills you in on the details as he and a couple of the members begin to help in the kitchen. The peace is suddenly shattered when your six year old comes running into the kitchen terrified, screaming, and claiming there is a monster in his room!

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The menu music to the DVD you were watching gently woke you from your unintentional nap. You blinked your eyes a few times to bring them into focus and stretched your curled up body along the large, overstuffed couch. This particular spot on the couch was often your place of rest unless your husband was home; in which case the couch was hardly ever used.

Using the remote you turned off the tv and player then pushed yourself up into a sitting position. You snatched up your phone from it's place on the coffee table and checked the time. It was nearly early evening.

"Guess I should start thinking about what to make for dinner," you said to yourself as you swipe through your phone to check for messages.

Down in this underground hideout beneath Meteor City, phone signal alone was nearly impossible to receive. Thankfully, one of the family was able to figure out how to set up a computer that would broadcast Wi-Fi into the hideout from a line that went to the surface where a receiver was carefully hidden. This way, you could at least send and receive messages between the family and yourself.

Your eyebrows rose and a smile touched your lips when you saw that you had a message from your husband, Chrollo.

Luci: Shopping run was successful, we should be home in the evening.

You smirked a little at the cryptic message. The "shopping run" Chrollo was talking about was actually a heist during a gem and jewelry show. A heist in which you had helped plan out with your husband and three other family members.

You glowered down at your phone when you realized the message had been sent a little over an hour ago while you were asleep.

"I really need to get a louder phone," you muttered to yourself as you began to type a response.

You: I just woke up...

You: I haven't started dinner yet, is there anything you or the others would like?

Phone still in hand you got to your feet and head in the direction of your son's room. As you walk through the hideout your sock covered foot falls are silent from a lifetime of practice. You pass a collection of pictures hanging along the walls. There are photos of you, Chrollo, your son, as well as the rest of the family doing random things a family would do.

There were a couple from around the holidays and you and Chrollo are watching your son open gifts. Another was on Chrollo's birthday and two of the members had sandwiched his face between two pieces of vanilla cake with strawberry frosting. The look of shock and horror on Chrollo's face had been perfectly captured. While it was one of your favorite photos, he despised it. Chrollo's favorite picture on the wall was of you and him stretched out on the day bed in the library reading a book together while his head was resting on your nearly full term pregnant belly. You had to admit, it was a very cute picture.

The home was enormous, consisting of s/n's room and his own bathroom, yours and Chrollo's large master bedroom with a large bathroom, a gourmet kitchen, library, study, massive living room, dining hall, training area along with a gym and a pool, a giant vault for looted treasures, multiple guests rooms with their own bathrooms, there was even a "war room" where missions and strategies were discussed.

All the rooms in the place were lavishly decorated and furnished for maximal comfort. Any electronics and appliances were always top of line. Your husband always insisted on the best of the best for you and the family.

Upon reaching your son's open door way you peeked in on him and found him laying on his belly on the floor reading a book aloud softly. He had his collection of stuffed animals surrounding him as though they were an audience listening to the story he was telling. A majority of them were a variety of teddy bears of all shapes, colors, and sizes. Ever since he saw a picture of a tiny teddy bear defending a sleeping child from a large monster he had taken a great liking to them.

S/n's favorite teddy bear was one that Chrollo had asked Machi to make for him during a difficult time for s/n where he was greatly missing his father whenever he went on missions. It was of average size for a teddy bear and had medium brown fur. The button eyes were the same shade of grey blue as Chrollo's and it even had a dark long coat with white fur lining. But how Machi really outdid herself were the little details of a tiny book with a felt cover sewn to the teddy bears paw, the same mark on it's forehead as Chrollo's, and giving the bear little blue green glass bead earrings.

Your son had been so happy to the point of joyous tears when his father gave him the bear made especially for him. He decided right there and then to name the bear "Sir Brollo." Upon s/n announcing this, you had to bite your tongue so hard it bled to keep yourself from laughing at the bright red look that came over your husband's face. Sir Brollo had a front row seat sitting right beside s/n as he read. That bear rarely ever left your son's side.

You rest your head against the door frame as you leaned against it and listened to your son read to his "friends." It saddened you knowing your son had no one to play with except for you and the family when ever they were home. But being the son of the head of the heavily feared and all powerful Phantom Troupe, precautions had to be taken. There had been a few dangerously close calls of s/n being taken away to be used as revenge or leverage against the Phantom Troupe. Close calls that resulted in a sense of dread and anxiety that never fully went away. Even after Chrollo had gathered the nen techniques needed to build you, your son, and the family this safe place, the possible threat of invasion always weighed heavy in the back of your mind. And poor s/n was never allowed out of the hide out unless he had you or Chrollo and at least three other members of the family with him.

These constant negative feelings that lingered in the air had taken a toll on your son causing him to become a very nervous and skittish child with a fear of nearly everything. You and the others hoped that, over time, he would be able to shake these fears and stand up to them.

When your son finished the chapter he was on you lifted your head and gently called his name. "s/n"

The child jumped and looked up at you with wide blue grey eyes. His father's eyes. You could feel the sadness in your own eyes form at his frightened expression.

"I'm sorry kiddo," you said softly and entered his room to kneel down close to him. "I didn't mean to startle you, I just wanted to let you know that your father and some of the family will be home soon."

"Oh, okay, thank you mommy," s/n replied softly.

"Is there something special you want for dinner tonight?" you asked.

"Hmmm, not really. Just, no fish, please," your son wrinkled his nose, "I really don't like fish."

You couldn't help but laugh aloud at his response. Stroking his soft hair you leaned forward, and kissed him on the forehead.

"I know, baby, I know. I promise, no fish."

s/n smiled at your words and he began to kick his feet in the air just above him. "Who else will be home?" "I think your uncles Fei, Phinks, and Shal will be coming in with your dad."

Right then your phone pinged and vibrated alerting you to a message response. Glancing down at it you saw Chrollo had responded to your previous question.

"Oh," you said, "speak of the devil."

Luci: I have been asked to put in a request for your famous stew.

You looked down at s/n, "How does stew sound for dinner?"

His eyes grew wide and he smiled happily.

"Yeah!" he cheered as he rolled to one side and pumped a tiny fist into the air. You couldn't help but laugh again and ruffled your son's hair.

"Alright my silly boy, would you like to help me in the kitchen?"

"No, I want to keep reading to Sir Brollo and the others," he answered honestly. "I want to finish a few more chapters before time to eat."

"Okay, I'll come get you when it's time to eat then." You rose to your feet and started to leave the room. At the door way you turned and added, "I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too, mommy," s/n beamed then returned to his book.

As you made your way to the kitchen you messaged your husband a reply.

You: I can do that, I'll go ahead and get started. See you soon?

Luci: See you soon, princess.

You felt the warmth of a blush touch your cheeks. A reaction that always occurred when Chrollo called you by his favorite pet name for you.

When you entered the massive kitchen you set some upbeat classical music to play from your phone. You loved listening to music while you cooked and baked. You then brought down a large stock pot as well as collected a peeler, knife, mixing bowl, and cutting bored. From the fridge you set out a large chunk of beef, bacon, carrots, and celery. The pantry had the potatoes, flour, beef stock, onions, a bottle of red wine and garlic you needed.

You really felt like you were getting into the grove as you gave your hands a good scrub. You diced up a few slices of bacon and tossed them into the stock put and turned the stove flame on to a medium high heat. While the bacon started to cook and release the greasy fat you were going to brown the beef cubes in, you cut the beef chunk into bite size pieces with impressive speed and accuracy. Chrollo wasn't the only one good with a knife.

Once the meat was all cubed you tossed it into the mixing bowl along with some olive oil. Tossing the meat and oil in the bowl until the meat was evenly coated you then added flour, garlic powder, onion powder, season salt, and pepper; stirring it until it the meat was all evenly coated.

Checking on the bacon and giving it a stir, you decided to let the bacon bits crisp a bit more and started working on dicing up a large yellow onion. Humming along with a playful piece of classical music known as "Thunder and Lightning polka" by Johann Strauss II, you really felt like you had a good rhythm going and was very much engrossed in your work.

So much so you didn't even notice someone quietly enter the kitchen and walk up behind you. You didn't notice them watching while you worked, waiting for a pause in your actions before placing their hands on your waist.

You let out a small yelp of surprise as you knocked the persons hands aside and spun around quickly, bringing the sharp edge of the kitchen knife up to your would be assailant's throat. You had expected to see the face of a dangerous stranger. But instead, you where greeted by the warm, familiar face of your husband. There was a small playful smile on his lips and an extra little gleam in his eyes. Chrollo normally wasn't one to sneak up on you like he just did, but he did tend to become mischievously playful after a successful mission. You figured it was most likely from the adrenaline high.

"Damnit, Chrollo," you hissed as you removed the knife from his neck and leaned back against the counter, "You know better than that. What if I had cut your neck wide open?" "Mmm, but you didn't," he replied softly.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, Chrollo was never one to dwell on the "what ifs" of life.

"I got you a little something, my dear," he stated as he reached into the pocket of his favorite long coat. Your husband was always bringing you little gifts when ever he went on a mission without you.

From his pocket he with drew a small, dark navy blue velvet box and held it before you. You quickly washed and dried your hands so as to not to get the box all dirty, carefully took the box from his hand and let out a small gasp upon opening it.

Inside the dainty box was a small rose charm necklace. The piece was masterfully crafted as the delicate petals of the rose were made from chips of rubies while the petals were made of dark green chrome tourmaline chips. Both gems were set in fine gold which also made up the delicate stem of the rose. The chain was made of fine delicate links also in gold.

"Oh Chrollo," you breathed in awe, "it's absolutely gorgeous."

Your husband smiled at your reaction, pleased to see you so happy with the piece he had picked out for you. He held up his hand to take back the box.

"May I?"

Without a need for question you handed the box back to him. You watched him take the necklace out of the box and he returned the box back to his pocket. You turned around as he held up the necklace and you moved your hair at the way so Chrollo could have unobstructed access to your neck. He stepped closer as undid the delicate little clasp and carefully hung the necklace around your neck.

After he redid the clasp behind your neck he slid his hands to your shoulders and placed a soft, warm kiss on your neck. Chrollo's breath tickled the fine hairs on the delicate skin causing goosebumps to erupt down your arms.

"A piece fit for a princess," he whispered against your ear in a low, sultry voice.

His hands moved down your sides to your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your back flush against his chest, you tilted your head to one side allowing him easy access as his he ran a trail of soft kisses from just below where you neck and shoulder connect to your ear. Chrollo's arms came around your waist and he hugged you tightly as he nuzzled his nose against your ear and breathed against the sensitive flesh. You braced your hands against the counter as your knees started to feel weak.

Mischievous and playful were not the only moods that overcame Chrollo after a successful job. You looked forward to the private activities that were most likely to take place between you and your husband behind the closed bedroom door later that night.

"Hey boss, we finished placing all the merchandise into the vault," called a familiar voice, ending the tender moment between you and your husband. As romantic as he could be, Chrollo was never really comfortable showing physical affection in front of the others. Something that both amused and annoyed you the entire eight plus years the two of you had been together. Your husband gave you one last chaste kiss just below the earlobe before turning to Shalnark walking through the kitchen doorway.

"Thank you, Shalnark. And what are the others up to?"

"Oh, they're arguing over what to watch until dinner is done," Shal laughed.

"Why am I not surprised," you said over your shoulder as you started to scoop the crispy bacon bits out of the stock pot with a slotted spoon. "Say, since you two are here why don't you help me out with peeling and cutting the vegetables? The sooner everything gets into the pot the sooner it'll be done and we can eat."

"Sure thing!" Shal beamed, causing you to smile. He always seemed so happy to you and reminded you of a little ball of sunshine.

"I'll go put my coat up and then I'll come back and help," Chrollo replied and strode from the kitchen. Shalnark came over and washed his hands.

"If you don't mind, could you go ahead and peel and chop up the carrots first?" you asked as you started to add the coated beef cubes to the bacon fat.

"Yea, I can do that," Shal chirped. He dried his hands and set to work peeling the carrots. "How's everything been here the last few weeks?"

"Dull and quiet," you said with a sigh as you turned the meat cubes, "it's pretty much the same routine when everyone else is away. Not that I am complaining, really." "I would hope not," Chrollo entered back into the kitchen without his coat. He was wearing a dark sleeveless shirt with a high collar and some white bands creating a pattern down the front, a dark pair of jeans and white socks. The shirt showed off his toned arms, chest, and shoulders and it enticed you to take a nice, long looks at your beloved.

"'Dull and quiet' means 'safe' for my two greatest treasures." Chrollo took his turn at washing his hands before asking, "Now, what shall you have me do, dearest?"

Deciding against speaking aloud the first thing that came to your mind and causing your husband to blush in front of a family member, you set him to work on peeling and cutting potatoes.

You had removed the meat from the stock pot and added some red whine to deglaze the bottom of the pot when Feitan came in mumbling.

"Did you lose the coin toss, Feitan?" Shal asked while he was chopping the carrots.

"Yes," he sighed, then added bitterly" and I would much rather help here than watch another sports game."

Chrollo smirked and Shalnark chuckled while you bit back a laugh. The three of you knew that Feitan would have greatly prefered watch some documentaries on famous criminals; yet somehow Phinks normally won the coin toss on what they would watch when it came to what those two would watch.

"Well, Fei, in that case you can get the dinner roll dough out of the fridge, space them out in a greased baking then cover them with a towel so they can start rising."

You felt the look Feitan shot at you more so than saw it. He had obviously been kidding about wanting to help out on the kitchen. Or, at the very least, he was putting on a show pretending that he actually didn't want to help out when in truth he did.

When you didn't look back over your shoulder at him after a bit he sighed and went to go do as you had asked. You had made sure to give Feitan an easy enough task where he didn't have to ask someone to help get something down or where he would have to get a chair. You knew he could sometimes be a sensitive and prideful when it came to matters of his height.

"So tell me, love, how did the mis-" your question to your husband was suddenly interrupted by the terrified screams of your son coming from his bedroom.

"MONSTER!! MOMMY THERE'S A MONSTER!!!"

Your heart nearly stopped as you dropped what you were doing and started to turn to run out of the kitchen along with Chrollo and the other two.

Chrollo was the first to the door but came to an abrupt stop as s/n came around the corner and ran into his father. Your husband grabbed hold of him to keep him from falling backwards then maneuvered your son away from the door towards you so Feitan and Shalnark could pass to go investigate s/n's room.

Keeping himself between the doorway and you and your son, Chrollo knelt down beside s/n who was now clinging to you and shaking with tears forming in his eyes. He placed a gentle hand on his son's upper back while you stroked his head.

"Tell me what happened, son," he calmly ordered.

"I was r-reading my book and a big monster c-came out of the corner of m-my room." s/n stammered.

"What kind of monster, sweetie?" you asked.

"We couldn't find anything, boss," Shalnark reported as he and Feitan returned.

"It looked like a b-big spider!" s/n added.

Chrollo's eyebrows started to creep up his forehead, "Spider?"

Your son nodded.

"PHINKS!" you nearly roared. Phinks had been known to play pranks on s/n in the past. Pranks that didn't go as he had planned and usually scared the poor kid senseless. The Troupe member claimed he was just trying to help s/n get over his fears, you usually ended up beating the crap out of him regardless.

"It wasn't me!" came Phinks's response as he quickly joined Shalnark and Feitan. "I swear!"

He shied away and stood behind the other two when you locked a deadly glare onto him.

"No, mommy, it wasn't Uncle Phinks," s/n sniffled, "I was reading in my book and it got to a part with monster spiders then a huge spider appeared in my room!"

There was a silent pause before nearly all the adults let out a collective sigh and their guards dropped.

"See, I told you it wasn't me," Phinks muttered as he went back to watch the game.

"Another false alarm," Feitan sighed while walking back into the kitchen. "That's some imagination," Shalnark stated and gave s/n a pat head, "you must have thought the spider was one of those creature right out of your book, huh?"

S/n nodded his head. His face was starting to turn red as he began to realize he had most likely been afraid of nothing once again.

"But," he whispered sadly, "there really was a big spider in my room. And, I'm afraid it's going to hurt Sir Brollo."

"Sir Brollo will be fine, love," you assured gently. "Give me a minute and daddy and I will come help look for the spider, okay?"

s/n nodded and released his grip from you to stand a little closer to his father who rested a hand atop his sons head in means of comfort.

You went to the stove, reduced it to medium low heat, added in the beef stock and spices then turned to Feitan and Shalnark.

"Could you two please finish cutting up the vegetables and add them to the pot? Once that's done add in the meat last, give it a good stir then put the lid on. It should be good on it's own after that."

"Can do, boss lady," Shalnark beamed.

You thank them both and join your son and husband and the three of you head towards s/n's room with Chrollo in the lead. Upon entering the room everything seemed normal. S/n held onto you at the doorway and Chrollo walked a few steps further in while looking around carefully. As he rounded the end of s/n's bed, looking down at a part of the floor you and s/n couldn't see, Chrollo actually jumped a little and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Well, I was not expecting that." He blinked a couple times then began to look around the room for something.

"What is it?" you asked. Chrollo smiled a little as he took a large clear plastic container and dumped out the contents to one side. He then went back over to the part of the floor you could not see, turned the container sideways and slowly knelt down.

"An understandably good reason for our son to be scared," he replied softly, "at least at first."

All you could see your husband do was make some slow, careful arm movements. He was speaking softly, to softly for you to here. You wanted to move forward to see what he was messing with but your son didn't want you to leave nor did he want to go farther into the room.

You didn't have to wait long though, as Chrollo began to stand you could now see what he had corralled into the plastic container. It was indeed a spider, but not just any spider, this sider was enormous. With it's legs fanned out it was easily larger than your husbands face.

"It's a snowy tarantula," Chrollo explained as he slowly walked over to the two of you, "it's sort of an ironic name considering it usually lives in hot, arid climates like the desserts around Meteor City."

Once he was within a couple meters of you and s/n he knelt down and gently set the container on the floor. The creature inside barely moved as it seemed to turn and look up at Chrollo.

"It's called a 'snowy' tarantula due to the white hairs all over it's body. The hairs actually shimmer and reflect the light just like fresh fallen snow. An evolutionary trait that developed to help reflect the dessert heat away from it's body and keep it cooler. A magnificent specimen to behold when the light hits it just right. Come see, s/n. She's actually quite docile."

S/n looked up at you and you gave him a warm smile and a nod. He slowly let go of you and took one slow, cautious step after another towards his father and the spider that had frightened him so. You carefully followed behind your son wanting to get a look at the tarantula as well.

As the two of you came closer, the tarantula daintily turned and looked up at you. You gasped slightly at the beautiful deep blue eyes that now stared up at you.

"Now watch," your husband instructed and he began to carefully rotate the container in a circular side to side motion causing the light to dance across the hairs of the tarantula.

"Whhoooaaaa." Your son's eyes grew wide in awe as a rainbow of prismed light moved over the hairs of the tarantula, giving her the effect of a living gem. "She's so pretty. I've never seen anything like it, daddy."

Chrollo stopped the rotation of the container and carefully set it on the floor. He then reached over, placed his hand on the back of his son's head and gently pulled s/n's head towards his own as he too began to lean forward. The two touched foreheads over the tarantula and looked into each others eyes.

"There is no shame in having fear, s/n, but do not let that fear keep you from learning and understanding the unknown. What once was scary and ugly could turn out to be something wonderful and beautiful once you find the courage to face it. Do you understand?"

Your son smiled and nodded slightly, "Yes, daddy, I understand. I'll try harder to be brave, just like you, mommy, and the rest of the family."

Your husband returned the smiled and closed his eyes, "Very good, my son."

S/n closed his eyes as well and the two shared an unspoken bonding moment over the snowy tarantula who just looked up at them. You smiled down at the two you held most dear and felt your heart swell with love and emotion.

Your son was the first to break the silence.

"Do you think we could keep her?" he asked as he gently pulled away from his father. "She could be our mascot!"

"Ah-ha, I don't think so, sweetie," you said firmly. "I'm sure she would be a lot happier on the surface where she has room to find food and make a home." "Awwww," s/o whined in disappointment, "when is she going back then?"

"Probably the sooner the better." Chrollo added, backing you up before s/n had a chance to ask him as well.

"Can I show her to the others before she goes back outside?"

Chrollo chuckled, "I don't see why not. Just be sure to carry her gently and don't shake her. You don't want to hurt her before we let her back outside."

"Okay!" s/n said with excitement. He carefully picked up the plastic container and walked with precise hurried steps out of the room, eager to show his uncles that he hadn't been afraid of just nothing.

As soon as s/n was out of ear shot you turned to your husband who was now standing beside you.

"I'm not going to lie, had that thing snuck up on me while I was reading I probably would have screamed, too," you admitted with light laughter sounding in your words. Chrollo smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist bringing the two of you close.

"How did something like that even get in here? The airducts, maybe?"

"It's possible," Chrollo agreed, "I'll ask Shalnark to run a check on the ventilation system just in case."

You stood on your tip toes and kissed his nose, "I'd appreciate that. Also, you might want to ask Shal and Fei how the hell they missed such a big spider when they came in here to check for intruders."

"When s/n jumped up and ran out of here screaming it probably startled her and she hid among all the stuffed toys," your husband made a gesture with his head to your son's mass collection. You looked down and realized that, even though the spider had been huge, she could have easily hid between some of the bigger plushies blocking her from view.

"Good point," you chuckled, "Okay, one more question, 'Who's taking the spider top side?'"

"Once s/n is done showing the others I'll take them all top side to let her go," your husband volunteered, "we won't go far just to release her."

"He's getting better at recovering from scares like this," you observed. "But still... I worry about him..."

"Of course you worry about him," Chrollo said softly, bringing his head down to now touch his marked forehead to yours, "you're his mother. I suspect you will worry for him one way or another for the rest of your life."

"And what about you? Don't you worry about our son?" you asked in the same softness Chrollo was expressing.

"Of course I do, y/n, he's my son. But, seeing how the two of us are, and what we survived to get here, I feel s/n is going to -" "AAAHHHH!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" Phinks screamed, "WAS THAT IN YOUR ROOM!?!?! NO!! I DO NOT WANT A CLOSER LOOK!"

Chrollo threw back his head and let out a genuine laugh. A laugh that made you smile and laugh along with him.

"Hey! I can hear you two! Shut the hell up!" Phinks yelled, his voice cracking in embarrassment.

His words made the two of you laugh even harder for several minutes.

By the time you two had settled down and caught your breath there were tears in your eyes from laughing so hard. Chrollo looked down at you with a smile still on his face and gave you a long, warm, soft kiss right on the lips. It gave the moment an almost surreal feel to it.

He was the first to break away from the kiss. Your husband chuckled as he swept some hair behind you ear with his finger tips. "As I was saying, I think our son is going to be just fine."

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sirjustice922 · 4 years

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https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=internet+servers+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwj-qPeLqbvsAhVR5eAKHb5fCrQQjJkEegQIAxAB&biw=1280&bih=910#imgrc=0xGLVnKG5uDNIM

https://satoms.com/satellite-internet/

U r above me Girl, we got everything we could not get on cash but u still all ahead and i salute ya, me paying it for 5 years while u pay it for 2 years as your daily payment much higher than mine, bravo dude, kinda like, having sex many time with me and having small ejaculation amount as with you u take long and ya man ejaculation to ya much dude. Who enjoys the thing and 1 one else than you dude, to leave me behind as away dude. Congrats bro when money still in place liaised with phone company to take their share immediately when u add credit to ya phone so u cant run openly from it and when liquid money eliminated the easier dude as it has insurance in-case u r incapacitated or incarcerated behind bars dude and the same gimmick can be employed to child insurance or phone or fab houses or any property so every tom hurry and dick has it to alleviate jealousy dude and u dont disturb others with ya kid in times futurity and in present times. Every1 carries his sex luggage or burden, or may it not be children are bought from nearby market to want to disturb us with them, maybe we know not and if so tell us the reality so we know dude

With fab houses as above folded photo in sewer water or grass then chop melons, guava 4 sky scrapper b4 carrying on many cargo drones dude, the environment can be swampy lands or deserts or leaf onion and more dude

Jeans made when few samples placed in grass then u chop carrot or avocado or drop hay while truck pants is same way but you hurl acid on the floor.

Sports wear is as of soccer place in grass then u drop cucumber or chop avocado seed and of American football same but u chop cauliflower or drop carrots

Shoes is sample placed in grass u drop tomato or hit guava seeds with hammer or drop medical bottles while sports shoe sample in grass then chop oranges or divide sticks with panga or peel cabbage or anything that can be peeled that got layers dude

Iron sheet, sample in grass then fall jack-fruit or chop pears or drop beans or peas while with nail is few sample then chop cabbage or paw paw while welding plates is few sample in grass chop hoho or drop oranges dude while with welding bars is sample in grass then chop tomato or drop black beans and more dude and even serving bowl, plates and cups sample can be placed in grass and many people you locate what to drop as veggies, berries, fruits or leaves and even cereals dude and even to chop or peel changing the environment as even forests, deserts, on alter, basement, holes, hilltop and side, swamps or plateau etc dude 4 better outcome dude. And even with machines like military ware can be made that way or folded photo placed inside grass in such named environment and the procedures as mentioned above and even with all foods and all wear and E-accessories or medicine made that way dude

With jets when u place like cassava across their mouths and one protruding on top of the mouth then u wash your hands as rinse with cold water on the basin while on tap gives ya fighter choppers when water cold, drones when hot and when lukewarm still choppers, if u pull ya overall squatted still makes jets while standing makes choppers and when u wash ya hands kinda bent back gives ya big airplane and caress one booty in swampy forests land gives you like tanks military where not with the above method but others of making such described to ya earlier dude

You admire staff yet can not buy, so locate people who got that prowess to buy to be their pals to enjoy and u know not such accessories aint household but 4 hotel, so ya friends must have the power to build one which if they do they place the above accessories u like and even him will not be in that hotel to enjoy and even u if u dont work there and with ya conduct wont accept that little cash to enjoy seeing such so ends up with broken hearts only to know that good things of this life are made for others their in short time as bus ride or hotel spending and when they became common they bores u off cause now got reduced price and cheap, the thing is let much be made small and big so u buy ya self on credit if u cant buy in cash which u hate cause much people u hate will have same and wont make u happy and ends u with broken heart as it robs ya your dignity and self-hood now wishing ya-self death or take a flight outside the hood to hide ya-self dude or locate a poor young person to love of understanding to give ya mind leverage dude

Folded photo in grass then drop hoho many from a bag or chop onion or school old shoes makes the inn in the link below

https://www.travelrepublic.co.uk/2-2903999/wesley-inn-wichita

When u mix helium gas with siren gas, helium heats up faster to heat the siren speedily when gas nozzle opened shallowly or when bulb light deem when the siren gas cylinder is of armored glass to make air-planes and jets that are hyper-sonic or even missiles and that risk of gas nozzle overheating or the bulb burning heavily reduced dude as in the link below

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helium

Made in Mauritania drones in the link below

https://www.africanaerospace.aero/africa-in-the-drone-zone.html#comment

Building sand sample few place in grass then drop graveli or many garden flowers or chop cattle bones or fall soda/liquor bottles unto the floor with garbage

Most gadgets are made next to a large water mas like a lake 4 example caskets while others like small e-Equipment and Radios next to streams with water fall as try with every vegetation and plantation with others that not out like with desert landscape features and other physical features dude like in the link below apple in guava then onion makes the casket below or drop spinach or hurl with hoho or brush paint brush on tangerine or hurl tangerine juice unto the heap dude

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.nairaland.com%2Fattachments%2F1114853_cas1_jpg8b5ae75fc6f7ee21518bcf13c597140a&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.nairaland.com%2F1296013%2Fcaskets-usa-door-nigeria&tbnid=3RVuL5_JcvVfBM&vet=12ahUKEwjFitDtmLTsAhUEVhoKHYazBtUQMygSegUIARDJAQ..i&docid=qJvn-ME7voYx3M&w=550&h=306&q=casket%20made%20in%20nigeria%20images&client=ms-google-coop&ved=2ahUKEwjFitDtmLTsAhUEVhoKHYazBtUQMygSegUIARDJAQ#imgrc=3RVuL5_JcvVfBM&imgdii=9Y7f8lHIFPNuRM

Or folded photo in cassava drop passion or chilies 4 the metallic one or chop corpse or plastic containers

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fs.alicdn.com%2F%40sc01%2Fkf%2FH915fd6619954455f9bca68d5df791a4fO.jpg_300x300.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.alibaba.com%2Fshowroom%2Fbrands-of-casket.html&tbnid=PkMuGvVFrvJK7M&vet=12ahUKEwiNpcHwmrTsAhUN7xoKHRbqB6wQMygCegQIARAv..i&docid=Z0aDPPO0gBWW2M&w=300&h=300&q=metalic%20casket%20made%20in%20nigeria%20images&client=ms-google-coop&ved=2ahUKEwiNpcHwmrTsAhUN7xoKHRbqB6wQMygCegQIARAv

Sometimes u drop the veggies or fruits described above on cotton wool instead of grass and even on others.

This jet takes like one hr to NY from many Tropical African cities like Kampala or Nairobi or Kigali as in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=wQSHX_azFaiHjLsPj5KEuA8&q=ny+distance+from+kampala+in+km&oq=ny+distance+from+kampala+in+km&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQR1CbngFYmKkBYMa1AWgAcAJ4AIABwAOIAdsSkgEFMy02LjGYAQCgAQGqAQdnd3Mtd2l6yAEIwAEB&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwi2mL3Cn7TsAhWoA2MBHQ8JAfcQ4dUDCAw&uact=5

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&q=8000+mph+equals+to+how+many+km/hr

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/256283035022566272/

Rye grain place in cabbage then chop kunde becomes much or place in kale then drop alantana camara seeds comes much. While with rice place in kale then chop guava tree branches or fall black beans and with wheat place in cabbage drop lemon or chop corpse esp hands while with sesame place in cabbage drop oranges or chop green grass and boom much made dude

Choppers are made on mountain like small islands on the lake or sea with many more try dude if ya lands got such islands or make artificial ones dude as in the link below

https://newscastars.com/meet-the-talented-man-who-built-helicopter-for-nigerian-army/

Folded photo in hay drop passion fruit makes fighter helicopter in the link below or chop kale stick or avocado seed or masturbate a kid dude

https://www.vanguardngr.com/2019/10/naf-makes-history-wings-first-female-fighter-pilot-first-female-combat-helicopter-pilot/

Folded photo in cabbage then drop wheat grain or sorghum or chop mango or break sticks makes the E-fighter jet in the link below dude

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2FA1SJS0B2NeA%2Fmaxresdefault.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DA1SJS0B2NeA&tbnid=q4ff5wuleh4E2M&vet=12ahUKEwi27r2HqLTsAhUOgM4BHWS8AIUQMygGegUIARC8AQ..i&docid=NzsXaZW23PZoEM&w=1280&h=720&q=Electric%20fighter%20jet%20images&client=ms-google-coop&ved=2ahUKEwi27r2HqLTsAhUOgM4BHWS8AIUQMygGegUIARC8AQ

cassava in hay then chop or drop guava or banana and boom the airplane in the link below, made in plateau or flat lowlands amidst hills

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fcleantechnica.com%2Ffiles%2F2019%2F04%2FUTC-Hybrid-Electric-Airplane-Project-804.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fcleantechnica.com%2F2019%2F08%2F27%2Fnew-electric-aircraft-motor-lab-aims-for-1mw-electric-airplane-motor%2F&tbnid=0txlknWAQ5SAWM&vet=12ahUKEwiQ3_GYqbTsAhWj8IUKHbvcCLkQMygXegUIARD2AQ..i&docid=YsqjFw9qsR9-qM&w=2880&h=1620&q=electric%20airplane%20images&client=ms-google-coop&ved=2ahUKEwiQ3_GYqbTsAhWj8IUKHbvcCLkQMygXegUIARD2AQ

Uganda water powered generator in the link below dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVIGtQ2BeG8

In the link below fold photo of 1 tank as well as others placed inside any veggies, grass, leaves or fruits and chop another same mentioned prior or fall and boom ya tank in the swamps, valley with rivers or forests or shrubs dude

https://www.hotcars.com/these-are-the-fastest-tanks-ever-made/

semi raw/ripe Paw paw in guava then roll already kneed dough like making tortilla or break/chop to drop tangerine or oranges make cooking oil in the boom process in day light u looking the other way dude or try with dark alter as mentioned above

Jets and many air-planes are made in such islands while some caskets on slightly elevated roads from the ground and more machines or gadgets and even our daily necessities like food dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6DMoxNyk50

Flax-seed made much when few sample placed in hay then roll tortilla as above or drop oranges or millet dude while linseed made when few samples placed in hay and chop avocado or divide tortilla as cut into many pieces using the knife bro

Few pieces in cabbage then chop corpse or drop Melons 4 coconut while 4 Olive fruit is few pieces in kale then chop kunde or drop alantana camara tree stem sticks or tooth picks while 4 the oil itself u place few liters in container in cabbage then u chop kale or kunde or carrot or drop like flowers or transparent biro pens and boom much made dude

cotton seed is made much when few samples placed in carrot then u chop kale or drop cabbage on the floor with clothes or grass or gunia dude while the cotton itself made when few kilos placed inside grass then drop avocado or chop cucumber

Towels made when few samples placed in grass then chop kale or drop eggs to break or medical bottles dude

Palm kernel seed made when few samples placed in guava then pour acid on water or drop carrots or brush paint brush on watery surfaces dude

Rapeseed made when few samples placed in grass then u fall mango or chop sweet banana or hurl green grams down the floor while with soy beans u placed few samples in raw mango then divide corpse like hand or alantana camara tree sticks or drop flowers or yam under shower the heap dude 4 fresh green 1 and 4 dry 1 fall green grams dude

With palm oil seed u place few samples in grass then chop millet in a sack or fall camara stick or avocado or chop kale dude and 4 the oil is carrot in hay drop paw paw or chop cassava or brush paint brush board used partitioning computers in the office or cyber or the modern furniture boards.

Cabbage made when sample placed in guava then u drop kale heap or chop spinach or break sticks or carrots and boom ya much cabbage while with kale place in guava then chop mango or drop avocado or pixie fruit while with tomato u place in kale then chop heap of grass or drop melons or fall maize on millet dude as with onion u place in cabbage heap then pour millet on water or chop carrots dude

Even radar controlled missiles they got and operate as the drone service in the link below that can cross seas dude to make ya to relent dude, Me hate seeing people who wants to control others dude

http://www.mtv.com/news/2945787/rwanda-drone-delivery-network/

When u give kids food stuff they hold grudges with ya as wishing they were in the same state 4 u to give them instead of the kid developing as well jealousy with such kids and even just starting ya on the way wanting u to get what they are saying which if u refute they meet to signal each others as if they got well plan to create beef with ya dude

Guava in hay break sticks or cut/chop carrots makes big Air-plane as in the link below or folded photo in grass hurl with paw paw seed or guava or hurl carrot or shoes on water dude in lonely islands dude

https://www.newtimes.co.rw/news/rwandair-touches-down-guangzhou

Paw paw in hay drop/chop mfenesi or folded photo in cabbage drop hay or chop wheat or hurl maize cereal into kale or chop maize cobs makes maka as dry-cells in English dude

Folded photo of all the above in the below link in hay in swampy lands then drop cabbage on grass grown or heap or chop leaf onion or drop alantana camara dark seeds or dark beans dude

https://www.dlight.com/product/x850/

https://www.bboxx.com/about/#/awards

am poverty stricken, should be declared as u declare ya wealth dude, donge

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyEW-Yr7RK4

Egypt made radar missiles in the link below dude

http://english.ahram.org.eg/NewsContentP/1/337243/Egypt/INTERVIEW-Egyptian-Air-Defence-Forces-Commander-Al.aspx

https://www.instructables.com/Wind-Generator-With-Car-Alternator/

Dont take one plight with another and bring it to the present to pin him down and get triumph with women as to give him guilt, bad character dude, carry ya own burden, the fellow whom told ya the friend guilt wont bail ya or accommodate ya problem as more wish death 4 ya dude. Stop and mind ya life or u wont get promotion bro

lauwruok gi kebi en ka yiem nono, kata jaluo jodong'oo ose unearth the truth, according to buch jodong'o, en kaka nons wacho in kadha song, enliech moketo speed tee to waseluor owadwa, nons nose neno chon, okwanyal bwana, in line with buch jodong’o

Folded photo of GOLD bar in grass heap in lemon plantation or guava then chop mango or drop oranges like from a basket makes gold in the boom process and while with jets the environment can be oranges plantation and with other gadget made get to another landscape or plantation and boom can be formed as with missile cactus plantation, jets grass, Big airplane sugar cane, tanks euphorbia plantation as the environment, buses eggs or kale plantation, fire truck cassava plantations and more dude. Even gold bar piece in grass then chop kale on hilltop or side makes gold in the boom process or fall hay in pumpkin or another veggie, leaves or fruits on another as mentioned dude with any gadget bro

Russian made own internet in the link below dude

https://www.bbc.com/news/technology-50902496

https://techcrunch.com/2019/12/26/russia-starts-testing-its-own-internal-internet/

Mr T kebi who her daughter and he wants to get into their relationship yet all are grown up and kebi says not a must so many women and he gets furious. Why friends? He wants to ride on kebi thinking he is rich as they got prime land which with their crew they plan kidnaps and killings even if kebi has gone to another land not wanting that land saying Kenya rich that that land kebi has gone to that they built those fab houses made in boom process only to understand their lie that those houses are made as cars they have now known to built and say most wood pulp used in like Eu or USA and those used in building those wooden houses are from Congo, gotten illegally yet now they make the same in the boom process to make them not known themselves and how in USA once people are in plan of buying house or house appliance they can work 3 days a week to create twice employment as opposed to African where one works all day to get those gadgets and houses above on cash or under huge loans they pay which aint extended to every1 so theft, jealousy and killings. Kikuyu u did not build USA now and u know dude, stop bothering others with ya nonsensical issues and heaping such politics on 1 trying to tell ya the truth previously and u refuted even wanting to kill him as hindering ya games and when Georgia state and North Carolina got their own military vehicle out of the soft drinks coca cola and Pepsi respectively they became world richest nations whether u kithni or u ndekni and when such drinks are placed in Automated vending machines and Nigeria did not have radar missile at that time and many african nations to take Otutu generator, dismantle copy the lay out and claim lien b4 Mr Kenyatta Ohuru went to SA and Russia to discuss about the above to officiate such and make their but a blessing in disguise as Luo character know as kikuyu did not want to as kenyatta told them maybe dude and Innovation is 1 man guitar and head that way bro

Another trait being monitored is u want from 1 by force and even wanting to put up a fight and even u had grudges with one but when he is nothing not close to him but in triumph u want to be his friend oblivious of the heart to him or industrious but jealous 4 nothing towards one progress, such tree and roots must be cut an eliminated in 1 way or another as what they eye which is free like cash crops and hard drugs when can be made much in the boom process and known to many they resort to the character above which after many years when not addressed can kill the whole race as far as business operation is cornered and even those who are blind as adults, many, wanting from 1 person who in reality can only just take care of a girl friend. Such names written and noted fit 4 elimination as explained above dude.

The Rwanda or SA drone system a mini-missile can be mounted on his mouth to meet a big jet or missile to detonate dude even that 1 which got night vision as in the links below, Some even eject mini-missiles as in the link below which made when folded photo placed paw paw heap then hay chopped or cauliflower or u drop kale or peas in lonely island on the big land falling waterfall is seen or on river course with cataracts or slight water falls dude. Defeat the enemy bro, wisely or guava in hay then fall paw paw on coconut or brush paint brush on brown surfaces like dry grass or boards.

https://www.edrmagazine.eu/idex-2019-lig-nex1-unveils-40-mm-mini-missile

https://www.military.com/defensetech/2015/10/12/raytheon-displays-new-mini-rocket-for-special-forces-infantry

https://www.newsweek.com/rwanda-begins-drone-deliveries-blood-509906

https://www.africanmilitaryblog.com/2017/11/here-are-some-of-south-african-made-weapons

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.suasnews.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2011%2F08%2Fseeker400.jpeg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.suasnews.com%2F2011%2F08%2Fdenel-seeker-400-ready-for-test-flights%2F&tbnid=zL58MCj9A2OaEM&vet=12ahUKEwjiutTB8rjsAhUNgM4BHfXkAFsQMygQegUIARCqAQ..i&docid=Z_VJaGFHaFQmjM&w=300&h=200&q=Seeker%20400%20UAV%20images&client=ms-google-coop&ved=2ahUKEwjiutTB8rjsAhUNgM4BHfXkAFsQMygQegUIARCqAQ

When everything can be on credit as BBoxx or D-light then every 1 can buy so no 1 in one house and even with fab houses

The jet in the link below made in orange plantations, ships on burnt wood/charcoal surface, yacht on beans, carrot vegetation or next to or coconut while generators in swampy banana lands esp sweet 1 or green grams or sugarcane while laptops in kale while computer in onion plantations, E-buses pineapple, car in apple plantations or papyrus reeds, pay-TV in sweet potato plantations, internet in paw paw plantations, and with others try in every fruit, veggies or grown anything dude

http://www.modelingmadness.com/review/allies/us/usaaf/p51/pease51.htm

The jet above made when kale placed in cabbage then break sticks or chop mango or folded photo in kale drop hay on grass or chop old clothes or euphorbia while with big jets made in area of heap of mangoes or hay or tea plantation and even fixed just 4 that purpose dude

Wood pulp made in ice-lands or broken glass bottles, dry vegetation as grass lands where few placed in grass then green grams or sticks or maize cob or drop hoho or maize as in the link below

http://www.paperpulping.com/application/wood-pulp-making.html

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Hux x Reader Soulmate AU 4/?

A/N: Clickity clack, I typed more of the thing. Thank goodness for a little holiday break from drudgery. Um...enjoy?

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

It’s only a second. A second of fear and outrage and shock that holds Hux frozen in the doorway of the interrogation chamber as he realizes that it’s *the girl* strapped into the chair. But it’s enough. He knows that Ren can read his emotions as if they were broadcast over the com system. He hates himself for being so weak. And, yes, he hates you just a little bit for compromising him in front of his rival. A wave of guilt accompanies this thought as if to emphasize how truly lost he is already.

Hux marches into the room, features returned to a cold mask of apathy. He tries on his best sneer and demands, “What the hell is going on here?”

Ren is standing now. The man looks like a great black raven about to peck him to death.

“We’re just getting to know each other,” he replies. It takes all of the General’s effort to keep his gaze focused on Ren and not to turn his head to check over you. He won’t betray any sign of weakness if he can help it.

“I see,” Hux replies. “This girl must be very important in the resistance if she’s to be interrogated by the great Kylo ren.”

You emit what can only be described as a squeak at the mention of this. Hux’s attention finally shifts and he takes in your pitiful form strapped, suspended in the torture chair. His heart clenches at the sight and with a great sigh he erupts, “This is ridiculous!”

He steps forward and begins to remove the bindings on your ankles and wrists. It’s impossible to avoid brushing his fingers against your skin as he does so and he tries to ignore the sparks of electricity that seem to ignite each time your skin touches.

When the last restraint loosens you gasp in relief and move to step off the chair, realizing too late that your legs won’t support you. Your knees buckle and you begin to crumble to the floor. Hux’s strong hands grasp you under your arms, catching you and lifting you up to his side. Without intent or conscious thought you lean into him then. For support, both physical and emotional. Being near him just feels right. Your arms wrap around his torso and you feel him stiffen but he makes no move to push you away, eventually settling his arm over your shoulders.

“Adorable,” Ren’s voice sounds amused from behind the mask. “The Supreme Leader will be happy for you, I’m sure.”

“What is the purpose of all this, Ren? What do you hope to gain? Leverage over me? I can assure you that I will not allow some backwater nobody to interfere with my career or the success of the First Order’s goals. Do you really think the Supreme Leader cares about his officers’ bond status?”

Ren is silent for a long moment. The silence is clearly meant as an intimidation tactic, but his childish games don’t work on the General. Finally he responds, “Perhaps not. But just imagine it, General. How much harder will you work to ensure our success if you know that your failures will be taken out not on you, but on your pretty little desert girl?”

Your face is buried in the fabric of Hux’s uniform jacket, but he can feel you tense at the words. He tightens his arm around you unconsciously and slowly strokes his fingers over your shoulder in comfort. It seems to work for both of you, Hux muses, as if contact with his soulmate can strengthen his mental resolve rather than weaken it.

“I’m not going to play your game right now, Ren,” he responds at last. “The girl is not a tool you can use over me. We’ll dump her on the first border planet we come across and be done with this foolishness.”

With that he turns around and leaves, tugging you along with him. As you move out into the main corridor he gently pries your arms open. It won’t do to walk about the ship with a girl...hugging him. As a compromise, though, he allows you to cling to his arm. He wants to feel repulsed by how clingy you are, but he can feel the same urge to hold you rising within him. He sets a ruthless pace to his quarters and you have to skip to keep up with him.

The General’s quarters are twice the size of your little one room hut. When you finally arrive, after countless turns and twists, you’re sure you’d never be able to find your way back--not that you ever want to see that room or that chair again. The General sits you down in one of two black leather easy chairs and goes to pour himself a drink from a small bar in the corner. He knocks it back in one slug and just stands there, holding the empty tumbler in his hand with his back to you. You can just see the side of his pale cheek, stark against his vibrant red hair.

The room holds the two chairs, with a low table in between, as well as a taller table and chairs for meals in the corner opposite from the bar. A doorway leads to what you assume is Hux’s bedroom. You sit in the chair, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your tunic. This is all so awkward. Nothing like the stories of love at first sight that your mother used to tell you. So much has happened to you over the last day and you’re overwhelmed with no power to process it all.

Finally, you have to break the awkward silence. You clear your throat and ask with a nervous tremor in your voice, “Erm...General Hux?”

He turns his head just a fraction and lifts one eyebrow in answer to you.

“Is there any water? And…” you feel so strange, unsure of what your status is now. Are you still a prisoner? Can you make this request? “...and maybe some food?”

Hux’s gut feels like it will tear itself apart at the pitiful request. Food and water. Right. People generally need that to live. What a wonderful soulmate you are, he thinks.

Hux turns fully toward you now and answers, “Of course, one moment.”

He goes to a monitor embedded in the wall near the entrance and punches in a few commands. “Someone will be along with food for your directly.”

He reaches for a tall pitcher on the bar and pours a large glass of water, handing it to you. You long to down the entire thing in one gulp but force yourself to take tiny sips.

“Thank you,” you say, finishing the glass. He just stands there, considering you for long moments. You’re not sure what to say or do, but are saved the effort by a ping at the door announcing your food has arrived.

It’s more food than you’ve seen all at once in your whole life. The tray is set on the table in the corner and you have to hold yourself back from descending on it like a wild vulture. Hux motions for you to join him at the table and you do so eagerly. He notices the gleam in your eyes as you sit and stare at all the food. You look up at him and simply say, “It’s so much!”

Hux, again, feels a stab of pity and guilt at your words. Feeling guilty is apparently all he’s capable of since he met you. You start to dig in and he continues to simply watch you. It’s awkward and you feel embarrassed but you’re so hungry. When you’ve had your fill you sit back and look at him.

You’re finally able to really see him, to take in his features. His crystal blue eyes, crowned by eyebrows so fair and striking. The sharp, noble edge of his nose and the full, pink lips. His face is soft now, relaxed. You’ve seen him wear it like a mask of cruel, sharp edges. But now that he is alone, with you, you can see how expressive and...handsome he is. You feel your cheeks burn as you blush at your own thoughts and quickly look down at your hands, escaping his gaze.

“What is your name?” he finally asks, in a tone that suggests he’s surprised he doesn’t already know it in his soul.

“Y/N,” you reply, looking up to meet his eyes again. “And...what should I call you?”

The General hesitates before replying, “My name is Armitage Hux. But...I prefer Hux.”

“Armitage Hux,” you repeat, memorizing the feel of his name on your tongue. “Okay, Hux. Are you… are you really going to leave me on the next planet?”

He’s caught in your gaze then--your eyes slightly glassy from unshed tears. Your lip trembles, but you rally to check your emotions. You don’t want to be apart from him. Ever. Despite what he stands for you feel that you would die if he rejected you. Hux feels your uncertainty and fear of rejection through the bond, just as you feel his confusion.

“No, Y/N,” he responds. “I won’t leave you.”

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