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kittyofalltrades · 1 year

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A Change of Pace

The Resistance has a new defector to the cause. Former Captain Poe Dameron at your service.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word: 4758

Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

Beta: @welcometostayingawake

Warnings: PinV (wrap it before you tap it), Oral (f rec), birth control implant, kinda enemies to lovers (so yes Poe is sarcastic and she takes a swing at him) let me know if i missed anything

You tapped the datapad connected to your X-wing. There had been a system malfunction and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. You were tapping away when your friend Finn appeared on the ladder, when he didn’t immediately speak you assumed that whatever he wanted wasn’t important. You tapped a way under his watchful gaze for another minute before finally turning to him.

“Need something buddy?” You asked.

“General Organa wants to see you,” he told you.

“You could have led with that,” you told him with a snort.

Finn chewed his lip and fidgeted nervously under your gaze and you suddenly felt bad about scolding him. Sometimes he was so worried about interrupting that he’d just wait until he was acknowledged. You hated it and thought he’d finally broken the habit but apparently not, you made note to be more gentle with him next time.

You climbed out of the cockpit and down the ladder, you pulled a towel out of your pocket and attempted to clean the grime of working on an X-wing off while Finn waited. Once you were done, you disconnected your datapad and exited the hangar with him hot on your heels.

“Did you hear about the new arrival?” Finn asked quietly, having apparently gotten over his initial scolding.

“Not much just that it was some First Order person with enough intel that he wasn’t shot on sight,” you answered with a shrug. You weren’t much for the gossip, especially when it pertained to new recruits.

“I wonder what they’re like.”

“Probably stuck up and even after joining still thinks we’re nothing but rebel scum,” you answered with a snort. The rest of the walk to Leia’s office was quiet, with you sinking into thought, wondering what could be so urgent that she wouldn’t just send a droid for you.

Once you reached Leia’s office, Finn departed, leaving you to your fate. He didn’t say it often but his worry that Leia didn’t trust him would never fully go away. And honestly, after the loss of Rey, it wasn’t that small of a concern.

You entered the General’s office and took a second to enjoy the view. Even in the heart of the jungle, Leia had found the most peaceful place to set up. A cave with the wall open to the elements, providing a breathtaking view of the base, sat in front of you. Sometimes when she gave permission, you’d sit on the floor of her office just taking in the view and being reminded that these were the people keeping hope alive.

Behind you Leia cleared her throat making you turn to look at her, seeing her wearing another set of beautiful robes. Why she bothered was always a mystery to you. The jungle’s heat had you wearing the least amount of clothing acceptable whereas she was swathed in fabric constantly, and you weren’t sure how she handled the heat. You started sweating just looking at her.

“Commander, I’d like you to meet someone,” She said in a regal tone.

The word Commander had you straighten your spine, something important was about to happen. That something being a man in a First Order uniform stepping out of the shadows. He wore stun cuffs but still held his hands away from his body to show himself unarmed. You itched to reach for your blaster when you saw the officer marks on his uniform. Almost as if sensing your thoughts he gave you a wicked smile.

“Commander, this is Poe Dameron, former captain of the First Order. He’s been kind enough to offer valuable information during his defection,” Leia told you with a thin lipped smile.

“Good for him, what does that have to do with me?” you asked, barely keeping your tone respectful.

“I’m making him your subordinate. Where you go, he goes, as such I’ve arranged a double room for you both,” she continued. “Stateroom 54.”

“Wait a double room? You don’t expect me to cohabitate with this man, do you?” you asked aghast.

You had to admit that Poe was attractive for a First Order officer, but you didn’t think you could handle living with him. Not after your break up, and Leia wasn’t the type to try to play matchmaker; she was serious.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Am I not pretty enough for you?” Poe asked with a grin.

You ignored him and turned to Leia in an attempt to plead your case. To ask that she not leave you with this First Order officer. This man who seemed all smiles but you weren’t sure he could be trusted, defector or not.

“Get him outfitted, trained, and mission ready, Commander,” Leia told you firmly.

You processed the words with a deepening frown, that meant–she couldn’t be serious, “Am I grounded?”

Leia didn’t answer, instead she released Poe from the cuffs and retreated to her desk with them. “Dismissed, Commander. Dismissed, Dameron.”

“But Leia–”

“I said dismissed, Commander,” Leia repeated with finality.

You gave her a crisp salute and turned on your heel, exiting her office quickly. You were this man’s babysitter, like you didn’t already have enough on your plate with former First Order Officers. A particular ginger bastard floated to the forefront of your mind and you remembered being his babysitter until he was deemed trustworthy. How kind he’d been to you after his first battle with the resistance. You mind drifted to how sweetly he’d kissed you and how he’d taken his time fucking you and exploring your body. The good times played like a reel until you got to the bad times. The fights, his need to be in control, his need to keep you grounded, and his lies, most of all.

Poe’s voice dragged you back to the present and away from all the reasons Leia shouldn’t have left you with another First Order Officer.

“What do you want?”

“I asked where we were going, sweetheart,” Poe asked with a charming smile.

“Don’t call me ‘sweetheart’,” you growled at him, the nickname was wearing on your nerves.

“Or what, sweetheart?” he asked, drawing out the word. He seemed to be enjoying needling you and he was going to pay for it.

In a small fit of rage, you swept his feet from under him sending him to the ground while a yelp. Once he was down, you put a heavy booted foot on his chest keeping him down where you could look at him. “You can call me Commander, Black Leader, my name or ‘hey you’ for all I care, but for kriff’s sake stop calling me ‘sweetheart’.”

“Yes, Commander,” Poe said, giving you that charming smile again. You reluctantly let him up, wondering if you had won this battle or if he had. You had just learned a valuable lesson not to underestimate him.

You sighed and turned down one of the least used pathways to the Quartermaster. You didn’t want anybody spotting that First Order uniform, it might cause problems. Yes, there were plenty of First Order defectors but one as pretty as him was bound to be an issue. Not that you thought he was pretty.

You reached the Quartermaster’s building quickly and stepped in. “Shiress. It’s me, I have an order to place,” you called into the depths of the building while Poe came around behind you.

From the back, a small portly woman stepped out giving you a happy smile. “Commander, just the person I was wanting to see. Your order arrived last night. I can get it for you now, if you like.”

“Sure,” you told her cheerfully. “While you're back there, do you think you can get me a full outfitting?”

“Sure sweets, male or female or non Terran specific?” Shiress called as she headed toward the back room.

You turned to Poe, “Hey, are you male or female?”

He gave you a raised eyebrow at the teasing. “I am very much male, maybe I can show you later, Commander.”

“You do know I am armed, right?” you threatened.

Poe laughed and put his hands up in surrender. You hated how the sound slithered across your skin and made you shiver. Damn, even his laugh was fuckable.

Shiress returned and dropped a crate at your feet. From it, she withdrew a set of clothes that she thrust at Poe and waved him toward a changing area half hidden in a corner. He didn’t complain and proceeded without a word. You watched him covertly while Shiress listed the contents of the cart. You could only see his chest and shoulders but you enjoyed the expanse of golden skin and broad shoulders that was revealed as the First Order uniform was peeled away.

“Commander. Commander,” Shiress said snapping her fingers to get your attention. When you finally looked at her, she gave you a wide grin that made you roll your eyes. “I know you like ‘em pretty.”

She cackled at the words and you ignored her in favor of squatting down to examine the contents of the crate. If Poe walking around the corner shirtless wasn’t distracting enough, the fact that the top button of his pants was undone certainly was. The opening at the top of his pants framed the trail of dark hair that disappeared just out of sight. You’d seen men before but never one of this caliber. You wanted to run your tongue down that little patch of hair and see if he tasted as good as he looked.

“This shirt is too small and the pants just barely fit,” Poe said while he passed the shirt back to Shiress. He turned to show the smaller woman just how tight the pants were around his ass and you managed to drag your eyes away before he looked at you.

Shiress tutted and sent him back to the changing room before giving you a sly smile. It wasn’t a secret that since you’d broken up with your last beau you’d refused all advances and, in short, needed to get laid.

“Just because I need to get laid doesn’t mean I need to ride the first pretty face I find. Ride the first pretty face?” You questioned softly out loud. “That was not where that sentence was going.”

Shiress tossed Poe a second shirt and returned to you. “Need anything else? Or is that it?”

“No, just send the rest of his things to stateroom 54,” you told her.

“Take my advice, girlie. You better ride that man into the sunset before somebody else decides to,” Shiress gave a quick squeeze to your shoulder just as Poe returned with his uniform neatly folded. She whisked the offending fabric away leaving you with Poe, with you still kneeling beside the crate.

Poe gave you a quick smile and opened his mouth. “I swear to the maker, Poe, if you say something about how good I look on my knees…”

“I was just going to ask how I looked. But now that you mention it-”

You finally found what you were looking for and in a swift move grabbed his arm and injected his birth control implant making him yelp in pain. “Oops.” You told him before dropping the injector back into the crate.

“I was up to date on my implant,” Poe grumbled while he rubbed the sore spot on his arm.

You didn’t answer as you stood and dusted yourself off. You picked up the crate and carried it out of the building with a groan. It was heavy and almost none of it was yours. You turned and dropped it at his feet.

“You want to get that? It’s your stuff.”

“Are you going to order me, Commander?”

You turned on your heel and made your way through the jungle leaving him to decide if he wanted to carry his things. You heard him trot up to you and you glanced sideways to see that he’d decided to carry the crate. You watched him out of the corner of your eyes admiring the long line of throat that was exposed by his unbuttoned shirt, a necessity in the jungle heat. You were so busy watching Poe that you almost missed the mop of glossy, ginger hair.

You tackled Poe off the path making him drop his crate of items. You covered his mouth and whispered a quick shush to him. You carefully peaked out of the brush watching as the ginger hair bypassed your hiding spot making you breathe a sigh of relief. Once the coast was clear, you pushed yourself upright fully, releasing his mouth.

“If you want me under you that badly, that’s all you need to say, sweetheart,” Poe laughed.

Once you realised the position you were in, you scrambled off of him. You hadn’t meant to end up straddling him. Hell, you hadn’t meant to touch him outside of getting him off the path. You made a rude gesture and started back on the path to your quarters, avoiding any of the common routes just in case.

You reached your quarters without further issues or run-ins with a certain ginger. You used your keycard to access your room and reveal your happily beeping droid.

“BB8 meet Poe,” you said, gesturing your droid toward the man. BB8 rolled happily around the man beeping greetings and questions at him. The droid was always up for making new friends and he was chipper enough that he usually made people smile, except Poe, who was looking at the little droid in horror.

“Beebs, buddy, can you do me a favor?” you called drawing the droid’s attention to yourself.

BB8 stopped circling Poe and focused on you, head bobbing an affirmative.

“Can you get the key card to stateroom 54 from Leia?” you asked.

The droid beeped another affirmative and charged out of the room at top speed, pausing only for the door to open. Poe watched the little droid go with a look of shock on his face.

“What the kriff was that?”

“Come on, Poe, surely even you’ve seen a droid before.”

“Why is it so bright and chipper?” he asked, still shocked.

“I think he’s perfect,” you answered.

“Just like a rebel to want something so bright and garish.”

You ignored the crack at your droid. You’d lovingly built and custom painted the droid yourself, he was damn near your child. When he built his own droid he could bitch about the color scheme. But knowing him, he’d want something drab and boring, just like a member of the First Order would like.

You ignored him and started collecting your few things from the shelves, trinkets that probably looked like garbage but held a place in your heart and dropped them in your duffel bag. The motherboard of the first droid you’d ever built, the carved tooth of a loth cat, shrapnel from your first dog fight all went into the bag making you feel nostalgic about your room.

The sound of fabric rustling made you turn around, and the sight that greeted you was straight out of a wet dream. Poe had laid on your small bed stretched out with his feet crossed at the ankle, his shirt unbuttoned exposing even more deliciously bronze skin and his muscular chest. His chestnut curls were tousled like he’d run a careless hand through them. The sight was mouth watering. You pulled your lip between your teeth while your gaze scanned over him.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” Poe asked seductively.

“No,” you answered quickly, turning back to your shelf. You weren’t going to play this game with him today, if ever.

The sound of fabric shuffling and a presence of heat clued you in to Poe standing behind you.

“You sure, sweetheart?”

“What did I tell you about calling me kriffing sweetheart?” you growled.

You turned rapidly, angling a punch at him, but he caught your fist in one of his larger hands. You tried to pull away but his grip tightened on you. With a sharp tug you were pulled flush against him. Your pulse sped up as he gently grasped your chin pulling your face to his.

“I’ll call you whatever the kriff I want, sweetheart,” he told you, voice like dark silk.

His mouth was a hair's breadth away from yours, hovering, waiting. You closed the distance, your mouth fierce on his, the taste of him filled your head and mouth. He released your hand draping it over his shoulder and dipping his other hand to your waist, pulling your hips flush to his. You reached up and buried your fingers in his hair, marveling at the silken texture of his curls.

“Do you want this?” he whispered into your mouth.

You nodded. Your words had failed you the second your fingers touched his hair, the soft ringlets addicting under your fingers.

As his mouth moved against yours, he spun your bodies, turning them so that you were up against the wall. Your grip on his hair tightened and he let out a moan. In turn, he slotted one of his thighs between yours, giving you a delicious glimpse at the friction you already craved.

You moaned as he moved his leg again, pushing the seams of your clothes against your sensitive core. In response, he started kissing down your neck, lightly sucking the skin there. He didn’t spend too much time in one spot, not wanting to leave lasting marks. Your breath hitched as he gently bit at sensitive skin along your collar bones.

You continued running your fingers through his hair as he worked his way down your body, pausing to help you undress as he went. With each button he opened, he laid a kiss on your skin. Your breath caught when he got to the top of your pants. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, as if asking for further permission. You nodded your assent and he flicked open the button on your pants.

He worked your pants down your hips, taking your undergarments with them. You shivered when the heat of his breath puffed against your skin. You parted your legs a little, silently asking for his attention. He smirked.

Surprisingly, he was gentle and careful when he helped you out of your boots. He was sure to place them against the wall out of the way. He helped you step out of your pants and tossed them aside.

He knelt at your feet, getting comfortable on his knees, and nuzzled your belly. You squinted at the surprisingly affectionate move. He started kissing your body again, sucking and nibbling as he went. When he reached the edge of your curls, he looked up at you with a glint in his eye and smiled. Silently, he picked up one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder. The cool air hitting your warm core sent shivers down your spine.

He took his index finger and gently moved it through your folds, spreading the slick that began to gather there. You moaned as he circled your clit. Little by little he did this, and with each pass, his finger slowly sunk further in. On the final pass, his thumb rested against your aching clit and his finger sunk in all the way. He curled it against your sweet spot and your knee nearly buckled.

Your moans creeped up in pitch when he leaned forward and lifted your other leg over his shoulder. With your own shoulders pressed against the wall, he flicked his tongue against your clit, never stopping the movements of his finger. Just as you thought you couldn’t take anymore, and the heat in your belly built, he pulled his finger out. You huffed in frustration.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got you.” He said, whispering it against your core, just loud enough for you to hear.

One of your hands landed in his hair and you threaded your fingers through the strands and pulled forward, pressing his nose against your skin.

He laughed a little, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, making you let out a desperate sound. While you were distracted by the sensation, he slowly dipped two fingers inside your heat and curled them deliciously against your sweet spot. While he rapidly moved the tips of his fingers against the bundle of nerves inside, he sucked and flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves on the outside. You saw stars as your first orgasm of the night swept over you and took your breath away. He moaned into you as your grip on his hair became almost painful when the sensations took over you.

He didn’t stop his ministrations until you whimpered in discomfort, helping you ride through the peak of the orgasm and through the aftershocks. He slowly removed his fingers and swiped his tongue through your folds, gently tasting you. He hummed in approval at what he tasted.

You let go of his hair, and allowed your hand to fall to your side. He pulled away, gently settling your feet on the floor. When he was sure you wouldn’t fall, he rose to his feet.

“How about we move to a more comfortable spot?” He tilted his head toward the bed.

You nodded, not trusting your voice, still panting, trying to catch your breath.

He kicked his boots off and kicked them next to yours. As he removed his own clothes, he tossed them one by one in the general direction yours had landed. He went to remove his own undergarments and stopped. You huffed in annoyance.

He wrapped his arms around your hips, hands grabbing the swell of your ass and lifted, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bed and lowered you down. You made a noise of displeasure as you were reminded that the mattress was still bare. The noise is quickly replaced with a moan as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples and sucked, adding a little pressure with his teeth. He moaned as you worked your fingers through his hair, tugging his head towards your other breast.

As he worked back and forth, teasing, biting, and sucking, he put weight on one hand and used the other to knead your breast, adding to the pleasure. You moaned and bucked your hips, trying to get more friction. He was leaning over you with just enough space between you that you couldn’t reach.

“In a hurry, sweetheart?” he asked, a devilish grin on his face. You glared but managed to refrain from smacking him. He seemed to sense this and laughed a little.

As an answer, you hooked your toes in the waistband of his underwear and used your feet to work them down his hips. He pulled away from you and slid them all the way off his legs. He leaned back into you, the weight of his hard cock, heavy on your thigh. He leaned forward, his knees shifting so that his thighs were as close to you as they could get, and hungrily kissed you, grinding down and pressing the weight of his body into yours, teasing you by thrusting his hips a little. You moaned into his mouth, your grip tightening in his hair.

He pulled away and looked at you intently.

“Well?” you huffed, “Are you going to make bedroom eyes at me all night or are you going to fuck me?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”

You glared at him again, “Don’t call me that,” you grit out between clenched teeth.

“As you wish, Commander.”

You rolled your eyes.

He shifted his weight, so he could grip his cock in one hand. Leaning away from you a bit, so he had room to work, he slid it through your folds, coating it with your slick. You bucked your hips a little as his skin slid against yours in the best way. Still sensitive from earlier, your breath hitched as the head of his cock caught on your clit. You bucked your hips again and whined a little.

Slowly, he pressed into you then pulled out again. He did this several times, sinking further in, each time. The final pass, he sunk all the way in, and stopped moving. The intensity of the sensation was almost too much to take as you both adjusted to it. He seemed to start trembling, waiting for you to let him know he could move.

“If you don’t move, I’m going to strangle you,” you told him, through gritted teeth.

“Like this, sweetheart?” He slid out and roughly thrust in. He moaned, but you practically growled at the nickname. You were quickly distracted as he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth again, working in time with his thrusting hips.

Just as you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he paused to adjust himself. You made a noise of protest and he teased you some more. Didn’t thrust his hips, but moved his mouth around where he could reach, nibbling, and sucking. You huffed out in frustration.

You squinted at him when he decidedly ignores you in favor of a particularly sensitive spot. Having had enough of his teasing, you unlocked your ankles from behind his back, squeezed his hips, with your thighs, pushed on his shoulders with both hands, and flipped the both of you so that you were on top and he lay on his back, a shocked expression on his face.

“What? You were taking too long!” you bit out.

Without warning, you reached back and positioned his cock head at your entrance and slowly sunk down onto it. You both moaned and you grabbed both his hands to use them for leverage so you could better ride him. You picked up the pace once you got used to the new position. The sounds coming out of the both of you were sinful. You lifted up and slammed down, harder and harder. The ache in your hips and thighs built into a delicious burn. He worked one of his hands out of yours and pulled your face close to his and kissed you, swirling his tongue against yours. You moaned into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, you nibbled and sucked your way down his chest leaving marks on his skin, as your bodies moved together. He threw his head back at the sensations and shamelessly groaned. You could feel his body tensing under yours, and you knew he was close. You carded your fingers through his hair and bit under his jaw, only to lick the sting away, sucking a little and leaving another mark.

His building climax fed into your own and you leaned back, putting your weight on his thighs.

“Touch me” you prompted.

“As you wish, Commander,” he grinned up at you.

You ground down on him, causing him to groan. As he reached up and grabbed your breasts, you reached down with one hand and rubbed your clit. You rocked your hips in aborted thrusts, and he thumbed at your sensitive nipples. The coil in your belly wound tighter and tighter and the sounds you both made got louder and louder.

Your orgasm crested, washing over you like a tidal wave. He planted his feet, grabbed your hips, and thrust into you, using your own orgasm to milk his own. He groaned out loudly as his hips met your ass in one strong, final thrust, and you felt him pulsing inside you.

Slowly, he lowered himself back down, and you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. You caught your breath and smiled. He laughed a little, the air puffing across your face.

Gently, he helped you off him and you both lay on your sides facing each other.

“Well. At least we don’t have to change the sheets” you mused.

He let out a bark of laughter, and threw one of his arms over his eyes. “Yeah,” he agreed, still smiling.

You looked at the beautiful man laying next to you somewhat surprised that despite what your brain had said your body had wanted this, no needed this. You threw your arm over him, cuddling tight against his body while sleep dragged your eyelids down.

“Does this mean I can call you sweetheart now?” Poe asked softly.

“Do you really want to take that risk?” you murmured back sleepily.

“If it gets me more of this, kriff yes,” he replied before looking down and realising you’d fallen asleep against him.

#first order poe dameron #first order poe #poe dameron #armitage hux #rebel armitage hux #poe dameron smut #star wars smut

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jessequinnfirstofhername · 26 days

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The Rules:

Every twenty-four hours there will be another round. After every round, the character in last place will be eliminated.

If there are multiple characters tying for last place, there will be a special elimination round. In these rounds, every character in last place will be eliminated, even if all the characters have tied equally.

When there are only two characters remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

If the character that you consider the hottest isn't listed here, hit the 'what about ___???' option and reply to this post with the overlooked character. The character with the highest 'write-in' votes will be added to the next round. Unless the 'what about ___???' option is the least voted for, in which case it will be eliminated. Welcome to the party, Han and Cassian!

This is all for fun. Don't take it too seriously ;)

My condolences, Finn fans, you saved him from the elimination round but you couldn’t pull off the same trick twice.

A crying shame. Just look at him!

Brace yourselves, it’s time for Round Four!

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fallen-angel-adam-frankenstein · 8 months

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If I had a nickel for every time a ginger-haired Imperial officer was a spy for the rebels and helped them escape from an Imperial base, asking them to hurt him to make it seem like he tried to stop them and failed, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice.

#this is one of my favourite oddly specific tropes #star wars #star wars rebels #alexsandr kallus #agent kallus #fulcrum #armitage hux #general hux #star wars sequels

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sapphic-loser16 · 1 year

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Kallus moonwalked so Hux could trip on his own feet and fall into a trash compactor

#*banging pots and pans*#KALLUS IS ONE OF THE BEST REBELS CHARACTERS #I hold him so gently #Star wars #armitage hux #alexsandr kallus #star wars rebels #sapphiedraws

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the-shriveler · 1 year

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If it would not be too much trouble, could you do General Hux from Star Wars?

it's not too much trouble, friend!

i don't know much about star wars, so i gave him a tiny death star as well!

#general hux #star wars #general hux shitpost #general hux art #general hux fanart #star wars shitpost #death star #tiny death star #armitage hux #star wars rebels #star wars resistance

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sinisterexaggerator · 7 months

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🛳️. Hondo - General Hux

LMAO.

Hondo wouldn't go near that fascist. I'm sure he would insult him straight to his face. He is not an Imperial / First Order loyalist by any means, in fact, he is a Jedi and Rebel sympathizer.

The only reason he would ever meet that fucker in "real life" would be because he was stealing something from the First Order while making a daring escape. I imagine he might make a comment to the likes of:

"Dey'll put anyone en charge dese days."

#Hondo Ohnaka #General Hux #armitage hux #Clone Wars #Star Wars #Star Wars Rebels #sequel trilogy

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raparopa · 9 months

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Hello! May I request general hux with a resistance reader who saves him like he's all bleeding out and dieing but the reader comes along and scoops him up to patch him up for whatever reason maybe they know he's the spy or smth? Anyway have a good day and take care of yourself :)

-🍷

a/n: I am very happy to write about star wars))) thanks for the request! Looking forward to more posts from you guys!

warnings: language (?), mention of blood and violence, reader's POV, I don't know what first order prison cells look like

pairing: Armitage Hux x fem!resistance!reader

hux! hux?

All I found was blood running from my lip and dripping onto the floor of the cell the First Order put me in. In fact, there was nothing surprising in the fact that I was in captivity. When you fight for freedom, you prepare yourself for the fact that sooner or later you will have to give up your life or freedom for your goal.

They needed someone who has information, well, and in addition, someone who knows Rey and her plans (apparently for Kylo Ren's personal purposes, each time he can get it as he can).

I wiped the blood from my face with my palm and found scarlet spots on the skin. I've been in possession for so long that I've already lost track of time. But it was better than facing endless interrogations and forceful methods again. In order not to go crazy, I count the scratches on the seemingly safe walls of my cell and have almost reached a hundred ...

Out of my field of vision, hurried, ragged steps were heard, as if my unexpected guest doubted his actions. I was filled with curiosity, but I didn't move, only peering out of the corner of my eye at the metal that had replaced the wall that opened onto the corridor. But my brain suddenly flashed when something red flashed behind the wall. I turned my head too, extremely sharply when I realized who exactly disturbed my prison peace.

Hux.

Hux!

Hux?

The First Order general stood in front of the door that led to the cell, his face haughty and his chin held high. My brows furrowed as soon as I saw him. He was alone, unguarded, and not even Phasma was around. The corridor was completely empty, only two sides of the same war face to face, separated this time only by an iron grid of bars.

Something was clearly wrong, and you didn't have to be Force sensitive to feel it.

-You,- he said harshly to me. -Come here immediately.

I raised my eyebrows, amazed at the turn of events.

-For what? -I said with a stupid smile. -To what? He grinned viciously, quickly turning his head to the sides, surveying the corridor.

-Get over here quickly, Y/L!- he hissed angrily through his teeth, inaudibly hitting the iron with his fist.

The smile immediately disappeared from my face, and I cautiously got up from the bunk, striding over the distance between them, cautiously pushing my shoulder forward, as if for an attack.

-Closer! You want the entire First Order to run? Stupid revolutionary...!

-Yes, I’m coming!”-I interrupted his angry tirade and slid closer to the grate, crossing my arms over my chest. -What owes such close attention to the general personally?

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at my outburst.

- What, the sadistic vein woke up? Came to take another session of torture? I said that I...

-I'm a spy.

I froze in mid-sentence, interrupted by his sharp, like a shot, statement, and my hands fell like those of a weak-willed rag doll.

-What?- I blurted out involuntarily.

-I'm a spy! How many more times do you have to say it before it gets to your rebel head? I am a spy for the First Order.

My face stretched and my stomach twisted into a tight tube as my mind frantically processed what it had just said and the full meaning finally dawned on me.

-It can not be...

-May be.

-But why?! How so?! - I had a hundred questions and a hundred words spinning on my tongue, but I managed to say only this, and that, with great difficulty. Hux chuckled, eyes flashing.

-I don't care who wins - the Resistance or the First Order, I want Kylo Ren to lose.

-Kriff…- I breathed. Armitage Hux was a fucking traitor, the one who sent data to the Resistance, helped us all along. It couldn't even be called a dream, more like a hallucination, a mirage that caused the hot sun if I was on Tatooine now.

-That changes everything... That's all...- I almost suffocated from everything that was happening. -Kriff...- I looked up at him, thinking that I would find at least a hint that he was lying, but at the mention of Kylo Ren, his face was contorted with such anger that there was no doubt left - he had just confessed to me that he was spying for the Resistance. -And now what? How can I use this information?

Hux lifted his chin again.

- I have data that will be useful to the Resistance. I will give them to you, and you will give them to your general.

-I don’t know if it’s noticeable or not,- I giggled nervously, leaning my shoulder against the cold wall. - But I'm still in the cell. I'm in prison. And a little shocked, but that doesn't matter. Now I wanted to laugh out loud, loud enough for the whole galaxy to hear. Kriff, Poe, and Finn will rip me to the bone if they find out!

Hux rolled his eyes in annoyance again.

- I'll help you leave so that you pay the least attention to yourself and make the least noise. As you usually do, children of Leia.

I thought.

-Why do you think I'll believe you, red-headed bastard?- I said low and softly, staring fixedly at his painfully pale face. He curled his lips arrogantly.

-Don't think. You have no other choice, rebel scum. Well, do you just rot here.

x x x

Surprisingly, this red-haired trickster kept his word and pulled me out of the cell. True, of course, damn it, it didn’t work out without noise, and we drew attention to ourselves. Both. And now Hux was called not a spy, but a traitor and a deserter.

I picked up the stunned stormtrooper's new blaster as I fired at the others around the corner. There was nothing left before the cherished ship, here they are, the cherished couple of meters to my freedom, a little more, and I will again be able to breathe deeply.

I pulled the trigger on the blaster again, glare flickered down the hallway. I saw that somewhere, among the stormtroopers, Hux was flickering - he was darting about in a black-orange spot against the background of light armor and it was hard not to notice him, but he worried me the least while I was fighting for my life again. My eyes were covered with a scarlet veil of excitement and hatred, while the blaster in my hands heated up, and the soldiers remained less and less. Somewhere I heard a loud exclamation, and a strange, dull thud, but I did not pay attention, jumping out from around the corner and removing the rest of the obstacles from the horizon, making my way to the ships.

I looked at every centimeter I passed—quickly, but quickly, adrenaline filled my limbs with unprecedented lightness, blood pounded in my ears, and then my eyes opened and closed several times.

-what, you got shot?- I asked for some reason, as if it was not obvious from Hux, who was pinned to the wall, and a pool of blood near him.

He didn't answer, just looking at me in fear.

-Kriff…- I muttered, shoving the Imperial blaster into my belt. -Where to?-Where is the injury?

He shook his head and I saw how his uniform was smoking in the area of the left shoulder.

-Well, how is it ... - for some reason, I escaped with regret. -Give me a hand. I extended my hand to him.

-Go away,- he fished out a block with information from his pocket with great difficulty and jabbed it at my shoulder.

This made me angry. For some reason I wanted to help him stay alive, he would have died anyway, if I had left him here, he would either bleed out or be shot before I got to the base.

Why am I thinking about this?

I'm sure it's only because he pulled me out of the cell.

Only because of this.

I'm sure.

- And he said that I was a fool, - with an unprecedented force for myself, I grabbed his collar of a black uniform and pulled it towards me, putting the already former general on his feet. Hux immediately hunched over, almost collapsing. -Give at least a modicum of effort so I can help!- I barked at him.

He gave me a wild look, but complied, wrapping his good arm around me like a lifeline.

-You would have been killed here anyway, but at least there is a small chance that you will live longer ...- I muttered to myself under my breath, dragging him along with me. - I'm sure Leia will be very ... glad ...

-She'll kill me.- He protested weakly.

-She won’t kill you,- I drawled. -Other guys are doing this in the Resistance. Moreover, we value guys like you, well, who know a lot about the rear of the enemy. - The power slowly began to leave me, but there was not much left. -Besides, from our base it is much more interesting to watch the defeat of Kylo Ren than dangerously close to him.

Hux mumbled something incomprehensibly, hobbling, trying to echo my heavy steps. Probably agreed. How strange.

x x x

The troughs of the First Order weren't as disgusting as I had previously thought. The general collapsed on another seat, sighing as if he was about to split into two. The ship jumped into hyperspace and I jumped out of my pilot's seat, grabbing my first aid kit.

-Come on, taking off your tunic.-I ordered, and Hux immediately stopped dragging out his extreme drama, again looking at me in fear.

-You look like I haven’t seen naked men.- I grunted, sitting on the floor. -Come on, come on, I’ll treat you, General Hux.

#star wars #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #hux x reader #general hux x reader #armitage hux x reader #armitage hux #general hux imagine #general hux

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amadwinter · 30 days

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Star Wars Fandom Data on AO3

Data was collected on Friday March 29th 2024 at approximately 10:30 AM Pacific Daylight Time from a logged in account.

I was bored this morning, so this happened.

For a while now, I've been curious about the stats for the Star Wars fandom on AO3. It's a very fractured fandom, where everyone can find their niche and never venture far outside of it if they don't want to, and it's also an old fandom, dating back to a time before the Internet even existed. Yet it continues to march on stronger than ever, even if it looks very different depending up on which side of the fandom you choose to be in.

In the Star Wars - All Media Types fandom supercategory on AO3, there are 258,173 works. The top 10 subcategories along with their work counts are as follows:

Fandoms

Star Wars - All Media Types - 155,041 works

Star Wars Sequel Trilogy - 78,542 works

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types - 53,588 works

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy - 39,799 works

The Mandalorian (TV) - 18,694 works

Star Wars Original Trilogy - 18,425 works

Star Wars: Rebels - 13,033 works

Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) - 10,527 works

Star Wars: The Bad Batch - 8,096 works

Star Wars Legends - All Media Types - 8,026 works

Now, if you simply look at the sort and filter sidebar under Include, Relationships, you'll be presented with the following relationships, both platonic and romantic, as well as their work counts:

Relationships

Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - 24,532 works

Kylo Ren/Rey - 16,654 works

Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren - 13,027 works

Rey/Ben Solo - 10,484 works

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker - 9,660 works

Padme Amidala/Anakin Skywalker - 9,563 works

Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - 9,528 works

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker - 8,970 works

Poe Dameron/ Finn - 8,670 works

CC-224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi - 6,868 works

Which is fine, I suppose, but it doesn't paint a very accurate picture. Many of those relationships can be found under the same tags (e.x. the top ship Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren includes both the #2 relationship Kylo Ren/Rey and the #4 relationship Rey/Ben Solo), and so I sought the data manually from each tag by 1st, using the broadest tag for each relationship (Ben Solo | Kylo Ren and Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader primarily); 2nd, for every platonic relationship that appeared (designated with & as opposed to /), I excluded the romantic form of that relationship from the searches; 3rd after going through the list and determining 3 relationships were redundant, I then went through the separate fandom categories tag starting from the most populous down to the least populous to determine which 3 relationships rounded out the top 10.

Is this methodology perfect? No. It cannot account for relationships that were tagged erroneously (romantic instead of platonic), or whether the tagged relationship is primary to the work, tagged as "past", "minor", or any other quirk that would implicate the relationship is not the main focus of the work. However, it is a far more accurate representation of the top 10 relationships in the Star Wars fandom on AO3.

Relationships Revised

Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - 30,304 works

Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - 17,017 works

Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader - 9,960 works

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader - 9,151 works

Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader - 8,715 works

Poe Dameron/Finn - 8,670 works

CC-224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi - 6,868 works

Leia Organa/Han Solo - 6,733 works

Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader & Ahsoka Tano - 5,105 works

Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso - 4,910 works

As you can see, this paints a very different picture from the list above. By collapsing some of the relationships, it added nearly 5.5k works the #1 relationship, and 4k works to the #2 relationship (previously third). It also allowed the addition of 2 more M/F relationships (which are statistically about half as popular across all fandoms on AO3, even if the #1 on Star Wars is itself M/F), and 1 more platonic relationship.

I must say, that I am surprised by one thing: Luke Skywalker is no where on either list. I didn't include which characters are the top 10 most tagged in the Star Wars fandom, but Luke is absolutely on there (By the way, the most tagged character is Obi-Wan Kenobi, surprising absolutely no one).

If anyone can point me to a relationship in the Star Wars fandom on AO3 that should be included on this list instead of any of the ones I have listed, I would be glad to update this, but for now, this appears to be the most accurate.

#effortpost #data #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars original trilogy #star wars prequels #obi wan kenobi #ao3 #archive of our own #fandom #fanfiction #shipping

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girl-next-door-writes · 1 year

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How Can We Say Forever

Characters: Armitage Hux x reader

Summary: There is a fine line between the fantasy and the reality. So when that line is crossed, Armitage does what he feels is necessary to survive.

Word Count: 1097 words

Prompt: Angst. Mutual pining. Everyone knows but them. A kiss without thinking. Help fixing clothes.

A/N: @morby requested a touch of angst for my favourite general as part of my follower milestone celebration, and so here it is.

It had been the right thing to do. Obviously it was the correct decision, so why did he have to spend so much time telling himself that? Strategically, it made sense for you to take a squadron and set up a base in the abandoned Rebel camp, find out as much as you could about the area. Professionally, it made sense for you to gain this promotion of sorts. Personally… well.

If asked, Armitage could tell someone how long, to the very minute, it had been since you had left his side. Like a slow drip in the back of his mind, his body tracked the loss, stealing him of sleep and what little appetite he had. Countless times, he turned a corner and believed, for a fraction of a second, that he caught a glimpse of you. There were moments he thought he caught the scent of your shampoo. The whole situation was slowly driving him insane. Your absence was more of a distraction than your presence had ever been.

“General Hux.” Your voice cut through his thoughts. Even the grainy hologram of you didn’t ease the deep ache within him. These update reports had started as the highlights of his week, but now they were just a reminder of the distance between you.

His image appeared before you, causing your heart to race. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping, exhaustion etched on his features, and you felt a pang of concern. What you would give to be there to take on some of his burdens, to lighten his load. Then again, that was the problem was it not? You had got too close and now you were banished from his presence.

It had started out as little things, helping with paperwork, bringing him an extra caff on your way past the bridge when he was on shift. At first, he seemed surprised by your gestures, then intrigued. The line between you grew blurred and you had taken for granted all the little smirks and knowing looks he sent your way, thinking this was how it would always be, you and your General.

Of course, this behaviour did not go unnoticed by others. Phasma would roll her eyes affectionately whenever she saw you approaching her and Hux, knowing that she had lost his attention completely as soon as he spotted you. Kylo had publicly berated you for a mistake which was not your fault, and paused mid-sentence when he felt the heat of Armitage’s anger pulsing through him. Ren turned to look at the General who was trying so hard to conceal his emotions, knowing protecting you would only lead to ruin. Several underlings on the base had figured out that, if they had to take bad news to their General, then the best time would be when you were there, somehow you always lessened the blow.

This budding, whatever it was, was clear to see by everyone who saw the two of you together and yet, if asked, you both would insist it was a professional respect and nothing more. That was until the incident.

Standing in his office, Armitage frowned as he went over his notes for his latest address. The fine balance between inspiration and lecturing he usually excelled at felt a little forced this time.

“I just don’t think it is stirring enough.” He grumbled as you took the notes from him and cast your eye over them.

“I think, there are troops who would feel inspired by you even if you read them the instruction manual for refresher installation. It is just as much about how you say it as it is what you say.” You place the notes on the desk and smooth down the lapels of his coat, picking off an errant piece of lint that had dared defile his ensemble.

As your fingers worked over the cloth, Armitage felt as if time had slowed. Holding his breath, his eyes took in every detail of your face, savoring the proximity. There was something about having you this close that made his brain glitch. He felt heat rising up the back of his neck and just prayed you wouldn’t notice the panicked look in his eyes. The desire to say something witty, to make you smile, or even laugh, was overwhelming and left him speechless.

“There. Perfectly presentable.” You hummed, looking up from the coat with a soft smile. “Go inspire the masses, Sir.”

And that was when it happened. That was the moment that changed everything. Without a thought, you had leaned in and placed a kiss to his cheek as if it were the most natural thing for you to do.

On the loneliest of nights, when he lay in the dark of his bedroom, Armitage closed his eyes and would swear he could feel the warmth of your breath, the softness of your lips, the stain of your kiss forever imprinted upon his soul.

Armitage stiffened at the contact, bringing you back to your senses and you hurriedly pulled away, eyes wide with panic.

“Sir, I-“ whatever you had been about to say, whatever apology that might have fallen from your lips was interrupted by a trooper informing the General that he was required urgently. And so, he had left. He left you standing there in his office wondering how badly you had damaged your relationship.

Armitage had been a coward, he knew that. After going out of his way to avoid you, he had happened upon this advancement for your career. He knew you sort him out when you received your new orders, Phasma had told him as much, but he couldn’t bring himself to see you. If you were physically in his presence then either you would apologise and he would see how much you wished to take back that moment, a moment that had become the most precious to him, OR he would take back this promotion because the reality of never seeing you again would break his heart.

The latter was not an option. You had to go. Somehow, you had become his weakness and as soon as that was discovered then he was done for. There was no room in the First Order for ‘happy ever after’, no space for ‘forever’. He didn’t deserve that kind of life and a romantic entanglement would only prevent him from focusing on his long term goals. It was the right thing to do. Strategically, professionally, it was the right decision. So why did he feel that he was simply sitting here, waiting for you?

#Armitage Hux #Armitage Hux x reader #Hux x reader #General Hux x reader #gndw fic

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jessequinnfirstofhername · 27 days

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The Rules:

Every twenty-four hours there will be another round. After every round, the character in last place will be eliminated.

When there are only two characters remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

This is all for fun. Don't take it too seriously ;)

If anyone heard the faint sound of crashing, screaming, and objects being thrown at a wall, that was just me reacting to Luke Skywalker getting knocked out of the Hottest Star Wars Man poll.

Congratulations to all of the Finn fans, you rallied behind him and saved him from the elimination round, and honestly, he deserves it 🔥 😻

I’m just… going to take some time to process over Luke…

While I’m doing that, it’s time for Round Three!

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not-so-allegiant-general · 7 months

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Kylux, aftermath of torture

Part 1/2

When Kylo went back to the room Hux was sitting on the sofa covered with warm black blanket. With tea in one hand and uneaten ration bar in the other. Exactly how he left him an hour ago. He sighed quietly and kneeled down next to him.

"Your tea went cold Hux" He said trying to get his attention. Hux blinked and looked at him he placed cup and bar on the table next to him and sighed.

"i just.... "

"Its fine. I will get you another one"

“No. No. I will take IV." He rubbed his face.

"You should eat. "

"Give me a few more hours i will"

" Medics are threatening that they will put tube in you if you won't eat something. I am trying to spare you this"

"Yes i know. And i am trying to eat." He said irritated. "Maybe i should remind you that few hours ago i was tortured! And I... can't." He closed his eyes draping blanket over himself. Kylo sat on the ground crossing his legs. Giving him time. Hux took a deep breath. " I will try in a few minutes." He said at last. " What about rebels?"

"They have ran. "Hux pressed his lips together "But Phasma is on it. And my Kinghts. We will get them. And i will kill every one of them that dared to harm you Hux.."

"What are you even doing here Ren? Dosen't Supreme Leader have more important things to do? "

"No."

"No?"

"No. I don't have anything more important than you right now, Grand Marshall." He said softly. Oh, so softly. Hux wanted to scream. Hux wanted to hurt him. Badly. But there was something in him that was pleased. Because how predictable was Kylo... Oh how predictable.

"Is that so?" He snorted "if i knew tortures will get me promotion i would surrender myself ages ago." His words were loaded with venom. Kylo bit his lip.

"i.. Maybe i didn't think it through..."

"You never think Ren. What do you think all of them will assume? That you gave me a rank out of pity. Look little wounded Armitage at last got a proper rank. Let him play with new toys, so he wouldn't interfere adults talking."

"Its not like that. Maybe i didn't think it through but you deserve it. You do. And all of these jerks know that. And they are jealous Hux. They are so jealous that they gave you away to the rebels."

Hux froze in place.

"They... "

"Pryde, Canady, Peavey... " Hux was silent for solid five minutes breathing heavily. When his breath became even shorter Ren stood up and sat next to him. "Hux."

"Dead? All of them?"

"No. They are in holding cell. I... though you would like to do it by yourself" Hux nodded, threw blanket on the floor and stood up. "Hux"

"i want to see them. "

"Now? Like... like this?" Hux looked ghastly... pale. Thin. Thinner than ever. He had bacta patches on his face. Two of his teeth was broken. At least seven of his fingers was broken and had to be stabilized by medics. Not to mention bruises, scars, red inflamed spots all over him and internal damge. He had black shirt and loose long pants. He was bare foot. And there was pure madness in his eyes. Kylo went after him as he left the room. "Hux wait! Kriff you should rest"

"I will rest after they are all dead. " he said heading to prison levels. It had to be quite a look. Grand Marshall Hux storming through corridors barefoot. It had to be quite a look when he rushed into the cell and froze immediately. Looking at three officers that stood up quickly. It was more of a surprise driven reaction than a sign of respect. They were looking at Hux one with disdain, one with surprise and one with fear.

"Close the door. " Hux said and Kylo obeyed. " Turn off cameras and tell troops to leave" he obeyed again. There was power in Hux's voice. Power that one can take only from pain. And Kylo was drunk with that. Force was humming in his head pleased.

"It's... it's against protocol! I demand a...a proper court-martial and..."

" You are in no position to demand anything Canady. "Hux hissed. " I am the only judge you will face."

" It was Pryde's idea!" And at that Hux actually laughed. Humourlessly. It was getting better and better. Pryde’s idea? Very well. Canady was visibly shaking. Hux held up a blaster and shoot without hesitation. Canady fell on the ground without making any sound.

"Hux! General Hux! Please Canady was telling the truth. It was all Pryde's doing !" Peavey backed down to the wall.

"And you were just nearby ?" Hux frowned. " Its Grand Marshall now, Peavey."

"I am so sorry. I am sorry, really. Please, Armitage, i have..." blaster bolt went clean into his head. Hux turned to Pryde. He was silent. Looking at Hux without fear.

"Not very loyal companions you have chosen, Allegiant General."

" They were tools. Useful but never meant to last for long. Just like you” Just like you. Hux thought “. But here you are. "

"Here i am, indeed." Hux dropped blaster on the ground.

"For the record." He said looking at Hux "I sold you to be killed not tortured."

"Don't tell me you're sorry Enric..."

"Not at all. Happy misunderstanding... But all good things have a price i suppose. Time to pay it."

"Time to pay it indeed” he said and looked at Kylo “I want him to suffer... Make him scream." And Kylo obeyed again. He went through Pryde's mind tearing it apart leaving only memories of pain and humiliation. He pulled and cut without any care nor any purpose. He felt power, and he felt pain. And he heard screams. So loud and intense, so full of pain and despair. But it wasn't Pryde's screams, although he was screaming. Kylo stopped and turned around to face Hux. He was standing behind him looking at Pryde on the floor.

"Why did you stop?' He asked angry.

"You need rest Hux. And its non-negotiable. Rest, food and IV" he sobered up shaking off the darkness that was still sticking to him "He is not going anywhere. You can torture him tomorrow. Do you want me to carry you...?"

"No i am perfectly capable of..."he shivered and almost fell down. Kylo caught him and held him stedyly.

"I know you are Hux. But let me help. I know you would be able to crawl to your quarters just to prove me something but let's not make a spectacle out of this. Please. You don't have to."

Hux sighed and nodded leaning into his arms. Kylo could feel his tiredness, his pain, his mind still screaming. He took a deep breath and picked him up.

"You feel it too right?" Hux whispered. "I..."

"I do, Hux." Grand Marshall nodded slowly and breathed out.

"Can you do something about it? With force?" Kylo froze.

"I... i don't know. I might but... i don't want to harm you further." Hux sighed and closed his eyes resting his head on Kylo's shoulders. Ignoring tears falling down his cheeks.

Everything has a price to pay.

to be continued...

#kylux #armitage hux #general hux #kylo ren #star wars fanfiction #star wars #aftermath of torture #oops i did it again #it has parts

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thegreatwicked · 8 months

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After the Storm

Summary: An emergency crash landing on an isolated island on an alien planet leaves Hux, and a rebel spy stranded and trying to reach an emergency beacon before the local flora and fauna kill them. Hux/OFC.

Is it really fanfiction without a sex pollen story? No! Of course not! You’re not here for intense character development or an intricate plot! This is a slightly unconventional sex pollen story so enjoy because we all know you’re here for smut and I will supply so here it is! Don’t ask me what Hux and a rebel spy are doing on a shuttle, I don’t know and I don’t care I’m just here for smut. He just is. If Disney doesn’t have to justify their shitty fanfiction then neither do I. If you’ve ever seen Six Days Seven Nights that’s what I’m loosely basing this off of. This is a fun little sexy story that exists in the world of the story I am currently writing that explains my OC, Sola Vex a little better. If you’d like to read it, it's called Armitage and it’ll be on my profile and my Tumblr, keep an eye out for it as I will be posting it very soon, it’s a long one!

This was supposed to be a one shot, I swear. Now its a two shot.

Final note; Quick note on my OC; Sola Vex, I’m not great at describing voices or personalities so if you’re looking for the feel of this character I’m going for a Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss Everdeen in terms of voice and personality.

“We’re going down!”

The small Taylander hurtled through the turbulent sky with such ferocity that it more closely resembled a falling star rather than something capable of flight. Battling against the raging electrical storm that crackled with bolts of lightning, Hux's hands clenched tightly around the controls as he fought to maintain course. His panicked gaze fixed on the flickering instrument panels before him. Red flashing lights indicated systems were failing and the shuttle was going down. The hull trembled and the metal groaned and strained under the onslaught of the tempest, buffeted by fierce winds that threatened to send them into a fatal nosedive. As lightning arched across the sky, illuminating the cockpit, Hux's face was etched with determination and a hint of fear, as was his passenger. Sola’s normally cool cerulean eyes were colored with terror as she gripped the armrests of her seat. His sharp eyes darted between the faltering control panel and the glimpses of land below, trying to find where they could make an emergency landing. Warning alarms blared through the cockpit, their shrill cries filling the air as the emergency lights continued to flicker, casting an ominous glow. The storm's relentless assault eased somewhat as their steep descent approached, and the shuttle jolted violently, causing Hux to brace himself against the shaking controls.

With each passing moment, the shuttle's descent grew more erratic, unsecured contents were tossed around and made for small and hazardous projectiles. Hux's heart pounded in his chest, his mind raced, desperately searching through the torrential rain and haze, he spotted small masses of land below, it would be a close call.

He grit his teeth through the sharp and sudden throbbing on his temple indicating one of those projectiles had struck him. The shuttle's battered frame continued to protest under the strain, but Hux refused to surrender, his knuckles turning white with the strain. He didn’t survive two attempted executions, just to die in a damned shuttle crash.

With adrenaline coursing through his veins and utilizing every ounce of strength he could muster, he maneuvered the shuttle towards the closest landmass. His skilled piloting barely keeping them from plummeting into the churning sea below. There was a split second of silence before impact and the shuttle collided with the ground in a violent crash, sending tremors throughout the vessel. The sound of metal twisting and shearing off as impact crushed the shuttle and tossed it like a toy. The force of collision rattled Hux against his seat, leaving him dazed and battered.

Safety harnesses were the only thing that kept the occupants from flying across the cockpit and splattering into wet sacks of meat. The screeching sound of the engines whining and being ripped apart eventually faded as the shuttle came to a slow stop.

He and Sola remained strapped securely in their seats, very much alive although bloody and injured. Initially, blurry vision struggled to bring the present into a painful focus, everything was bathed in red and orange lights as sensors and alarms sounded multiple failures. With the wind knocked out of him he fought against the harness, sputtering and coughing. The tang of blood accompanied by pain radiating through every muscle all the way to his bones.

The emergency release for the harness was jammed and wouldn’t give way, but the survival knife stashed in his boot easily cut through the thick straps. The cooling trickle of blood dripping down the side of his face informed him that the projectile that had struck him earlier broke skin, aside from the throbbing pain in his head he didn’t feel that much due to shock. But shock would eventually wear off, then everything would hurt. Disoriented, Hux struggled to regain his bearings. The cockpit was filled with the acrid scent of smoke and burnt plastic, the silence that followed the chaos was interrupted only by the pattering of rain against the damaged hull. He felt ice in his blood as he looked over at Sola, unconscious in her seat, head lolled forward like an unresponsive doll, the impact of the crash having taken its toll.

He staggered towards Sola, his hand reached out to check her pulse. Relief washed over him as he felt the faint throb beneath his fingers, assuring him that she still clung to life. Her harness too was jammed and unable to disengage. Carefully, he cut the harness, and gathered her up in his arms. He headed to the back of the shuttle where he deposited her onto the floor. Flashes of his academy training surged through his mind. He wasn’t a medic but he did receive basic training, he struggled to remember the Primary Survey. A quick glance around saw there was no immediate danger, no fire, no free electric currents, just a damaged and somewhat quiet shuttle.

"Sola," He called to her but she was unresponsive, his voice gradually grew louder and more urgent “Sola, come on, open your eyes.” Tilting her head back so her airway was clear and that faint flicker of a pulse brought him some relief and had grown a little stronger. After an excruciatingly long moment, Sola's eyes slowly opened, her vision hazy at best, as her surroundings gradually came into focus. She saw Hux's face hovering above hers.

Confusion clouded her mind, and her voice came out in a weak whisper. "... Are we dead?"

Hux's gaze softened as he met her bewildered eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "No, Sola, we're not dead," he reassured her, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and a hint of amusement. He looked her over, turning her head from side to side checking for any signs of injury or severe bleeding and was relieved to see only superficial injuries.

“What happened?”

“We crashed. We’re alive. That’s the extent of my knowledge.” He answered as Sola attempted to sit up, testing her body's response and sharp ache shot through her, causing her to grimace. Hux knelt beside her, his voice giving away the depth of his concern. “Slowly.” He chided as he helped her to her feet, he pulled her up placing one of her arms around his neck and one of his arms around her waist, her steps were uneven and a bit off center. "Come on, we have to assess our situation," he said, his voice filled with a sense of urgency.

She nodded, her expression serious yet determined. He steadied himself as he rose and walked with Sola to the shuttle hatch. It groaned and resisted Hux’s attempts to force it to open, but after a moment and some strong shouldering it gave way and the two made it outside.

The beach was rocky with gray sand and the smell of sulfur permeated the air, which suggested a volcanic presence. A path of destruction along the beach was what remained of their landing and the shuttle looked truly awful. Broken pieces of their once airborne shuttle littered the beach, leaving both in awe of their survival.

"Nice landing," she remarked, a touch of irony in her voice.

Rain was falling but it wasn’t the violent maelstrom they had crashed in. Looking upwards they could see the sky was cloudy and dark, and rumbles of thunder echoed for miles. The darkness was occasionally lit up by blue flashes of lightning every few seconds, leaving no room for doubt their landing had been nothing short of a miracle.

Sola glanced around, raindrops cascading down her face, and furrowed her brow. "Any idea where we are?"

Hux shook his head, rainwater running through his hair. "I don't have an exact location, but it doesn't seem to be a grave. And for now, that's good enough," he admitted with a note of optimism lacing his words.

Hux’s optimism could best be summed up as a ‘Well, we didn’t die’ type. They carefully surveyed the wreckage of the shuttle, their expressions growing grim as they realized the extent of the damage. As if sensing their hope a spray of sparks flew from the destroyed engines, and the chances of repairing the vessel seemed slim to none.

“Kriff.”

Hux didn’t need a damage report to tell him what they both knew and that the only way their shuttle would ever fly again was if it was melted down into a new one.

“I’m no engineer, but I’d say it's not supposed to do that.” Sola’s brand of dry sarcasm was one of the things that made her one of the few people whose company he actively enjoyed.

Hux carded a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. "It's beyond repair," he stated, his voice tinged with disappointment, although he liked her sarcasm, he rarely responded to it. "We won't be flying out of here anytime soon."

Sola’s face contorted as the strong smell emanated from the island. “What's that smell? Smells like sulfur.”

Hux released his grip on Sola, now stable enough to stand on her own, picking up a handful of sand, smelling it quickly, “That's because it is sulfur, this island must be volcanically active.”

Sola nodded, her gaze sweeping over the scattered debris that marked their turbulent crash landing. The air hung heavy around them, thick with humidity that clung to their clothes and skin. The sound of crashing waves reverberated through the stormy seas offshore, amplifying the sense of isolation on the rocky beach.

"Well, this is... nice," Sola remarked. In the face of adversity, there was always room for dry humor in a humorless situation.

Hux's eyes scanned the dense jungle that loomed nearby, its vibrant green foliage seemingly untouched by the crash. He looked at the small hikable mountains in the distance, their plateau’s not tall enough that it would be a difficult ascent. "Those mountains over there," he added, "They might offer a vantage point for us to survey the area and plan our next move." They exchanged a glance of uncertainty and resilience. "Come on, let's get back under cover," he said as they retreated back to the shuttle. They walked side by side in silence. Both lost in thought about how this was supposed to be a simple mission, but something always went wrong. As they reached the shuttle, Hux assessed the damage one more time, he said with a sigh. "We'll have to find another way off this rock."

"Any idea on that?" She hoped Hux had a plan because she didn’t. Their circumstances most certainly fell within his wheel well of expertise. Sola was a spy, and a survivor, inside an urban environment she could make her way, but she didn’t know the first thing about what to do in a situation like this. She hoped Hux’s military training afforded him more clarity.

Her questions didn’t bother him, at least she didn’t ask dumb ones and if she did, she dressed them in the appropriate amount of sarcasm. "For now, we need to collect as much data as we can.” Hux and Sola sat inside the damaged shuttle, surrounded by scattered components and remnants of the wreck. “I’m going to try and triangulate our position, see if you can access the holonet. If not, use the bioscanner and see what we can learn about the local flora and fauna, we need to know what we’re up against.” Sola nodded and the two set to work, each focused on their respective tasks.

Hux rummaged through the cargo, salvaging whatever equipment and instruments he could find. With a determined expression, he tinkered with the broken communication console, trying to establish a connection, even a faint one. His hands moved swiftly and with purpose despite cracked and bleeding knuckles, but frustration flickered across his face as his attempts yielded no significant results.

Meanwhile, Sola sat before the computer's mainframe, her eyes intently scanning the data displayed on the damaged screen. She too hadn’t seen much success being unable to reach the wider holonet but she had been able to link up the bioscanner and access the topographical information stored in the system from before the shuttle was hit by the electrical storm. Her brows furrowed as she read about the flora and fauna, noting the dangers and unique properties of the island's plant life.

The silence between them was punctuated only by the soft clinks and hums of their makeshift work and the soft sound of rain against the hull.

"Oh, this just gets better and better," Sola deadpanned, her voice heavy, yet detached breaking the silence that had enveloped them; frustration evident in the way she ran a hand through her auburn hair, tugging at the strands. "You go first."

Hux took a deep breath before relaying the information. "The navigation and communication systems are shot, but I managed to piece together our last pinpointed location," he explained. "I have a rough guess on our current position, seems we’re on a volcanic archipelago but we may be in luck.”

“How so?”

“From what I can tell, there are a dozen small islands within a thousand kilometers but only one has what we need.” Sola waited for the grand reveal, “If I'm right, this island has a weather station atop one of the mountains used to track electrical storms like the one we passed through.”

“Is there a com system?”

“Possibly but doubtful, weather stations are typically for remote monitoring only. However, if it's there we can shut down the station, technicians would usually arrive to repair it but we can probably hijack the signal beacon and attune it to the rebel frequency codes getting a message to the right people and that's our exit strategy.” Hux paused and rubbed his face, “I assume you are familiar with the Rebellion's distress frequency codes?” Sola nodded, reaching into her pocket and producing a data stick. She handed it to Hux and he nodded. He concluded his show and tell, "Your turn," She let out a small fake chuckle. "I'm not going to like this, am I?" he asked, a slight nervousness creeping into his voice.

Sola shook her head, her expression amusingly macabre. "No, definitely not," punctuated with a nervous laugh. "This island is 'interesting',"

Hux raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as he leaned back against the wall waiting for less than desirable news, he was sure.. "Define interesting.”

"Oh, kriff, oh kriff, we're both gonna die?".

Hux's expression shifted, surprise and worry crossing his features. "What do you mean?" he asked, a sense of urgency creeping into his voice.

"There is no wildlife of any kind anywhere on this island," she explained, her tone grave. "No predators, no insect life, nothing. Because the plant life has completely taken over, dominating the ecosystem. And you were right, this island is volcanic, but there's no indication of any recent activity.” She pulled up a holographic display of the archipelago and pointed out where an ancient volcano collapsed in on itself.

Hux's eyes widened. "So, you're saying the absence of any wildlife is because of the plant life?"

Sola nodded solemnly. "Exactly. These plants seem to have evolved in a way that eliminates any potential threats to their dominance. It's a delicate balance, but we're completely alone out here.” Silence fell between them as they absorbed the gravity of Sola's findings. The absence of any signs of life, combined with the dangerous nature of the plant life, adding another layer of uncertainty and danger to their already precarious situation. "And, it gets worse," Sola said, her voice filled with resignation befitting their situation.

Hux's brow furrows, his patience wearing thin. "How could it possibly get worse?"

Sola took a deep breath, bracing herself to share the unsettling truth. "The defenses of the plant life.”

Hux's eyes widened. "The plant life has defenses? What kind of defenses?"

Sola continued, her voice measured. "Some of these plants have evolved intricate mechanisms to protect themselves. But the biggest concerns are:'' She held out a finger for each item she listed off “The I Vino Posy, a plant that shoots poisonous barbs, capable of incapacitating or even killing any creature that comes too close, it’s triggered by sudden motion. The Pal Vents Fury, a carnivorous plant, catches prey with their barbed whips, triggered by motion. And lastly, and this one is my favorite,” her tone dripping in sarcasm. “The Pax Reaver, it’s a bloom that emits bursts of pheromone dust, heightening the victim's two basic needs: aggression and sexual apetency. Also triggered by motion."

"What?" Hux responded, blinking several times, his voice thick with disbelief. He rubbed his face and leaned his head against the shuttle wall, weariness evident in his voice. "Are you saying there is plant life on this miserable pile of rocks that can poison us, devour us, or reduce us to mindless beasts susceptible to our most basic urges?" His tone was flat, as if he couldn’t quite fathom the extent of the dangers they faced.

"That's putting it mildly." A holographic display cycled through the three plants, simulating their defenses.

Hux let out a frustrated sigh. His expression matched his dry tone as he summed up their predicament. "Well, it seems like the universe has a twisted sense of humor," he remarked, his voice devoid of any hopeful undertones. "Our shuttle is wrecked, the island is filled with deadly plants, and we're stranded in the middle of nowhere with no way to communicate. That is brilliant."

"Yeah, it would be funny if it was happening to someone else."

"Who needs a luxurious vacation when you can crash-land on an island of peril and have deadly vegetation as your company?" Hux paused, tossing a tool across the shuttle it clanked loudly. Then posed a question he wasn’t sure how to phrase without sounding like he was deeply interested in the answer, “What are the symptoms of the Pax Reaver?”

Sola paused and looked over to him with an incredulous look before answering him, “I can’t really describe in any way other than deeply graphic.” Hux nodded, “There isn’t a lot of information regarding the symptoms as most of its victims don’t survive the ordeal.” Hux shot her a look of morbid curiosity. “Some specimens have been collected, reengineered, purified, and made into potent aphrodisiacs but those are purified samples, their effects can last eight to ten hours. It sounds like a case of “fuck until you die” because you fall prey to other predators. And that's only if you don’t have an aggressive reaction, though I think that one's pretty self-explanatory.”

Hux blinked rapidly, his mind moving to what was probably the same conclusion that Sola’s had come to, which was that it would probably be the best fuck of your life but most certainly the last.

“What about the I Vino Posy? What are the effects?”

Sola checked her information, “Looks like some can be poisonous ranging from paralytics, to hemoglobin coagulants, to nerve damage.” Hux nodded.

“And the Pal Vents Fury?” Sola blew out a breath.

“It has barb covered whips that drag prey to its maw, barbs dig into the skin and pull the prey in, where it is slowly digested by powerful acids that paralyze it and they are very slowly liquified.”

“Sounds about as pleasant as a sarlacc pit.”

“Yeah, only greener.”

“Wait, if there’s no wildlife on the island, how are plants like those capable of surviving?”

“It looks like once all wildlife was extinct everything evolved to get nutrition from the volcanic properties of the island, and they just exist in a sort of stasis. But if something nearby triggers the environment, they wake up. And it would seem that they wake up hungry, which I can relate to.”

They exchanged a glance, their observations on their circumstances serving as a coping mechanism, a way to face the harsh reality with a touch of humor. They may be surrounded by danger, but their matter-of-fact approach kept their spirits from plummeting.

"So," Sola said, her voice dry, "I suppose our itinerary now includes dodging poisonous plants, outsmarting nature's defenses, and somehow finding a way off this island.”

"Brilliant," he quips, embracing the absurdity of their situation.

"Seems like we've stumbled upon the botanical version of a nightmare." Hux shook his head, a headache already coming on.

He took a moment to assess their options, his gaze shifting between the unforgiving landscape beyond the shuttle and Sola's expectant eyes. Even if she didn't say it, he knew very well she was relying on him and as a military leader, Hux knew the importance of keeping morale up in dire straits. He rubbed his temples, trying to make sense of their grim reality. "Let's see," he began, counting on his fingers as he spoke. "Rest here tonight, salvage whatever supplies we can from the shuttle, head for the beacon tomorrow, shut it down to prevent any further mishaps, and then wait for rescue."

Sola's voice cut through the air, laden with cynicism. “You make it sound so easy.”

“That sounded easy?”

“This is all assuming that we’re even on the right island. We could get to the top of that mountain and if there’s no beacon there, then what?”

Hux gave a half-hearted shrug, his expression tinged with uncertainty. “I don’t know.” Those were Armitage Hux’s least favorite words. Yet in his time with the rebellion he found himself more and more comfortable with saying them as he wasn’t in any sort of leadership role so no one cared about his opinion. "At least there aren’t any sarlacc pits here," he paused. “Are there any sarlacc pits here?”

Sola shook her head, “I don’t think the ecosystem could support them.”

“Does anything grow here? Anything that we could eat?”

“Nothing I plan on sticking in my mouth.”

As night descended upon them, they rummaged through the limited supplies, gathering what they could to make the night more bearable, their surroundings dimly lit by the faint glow of emergency lights. Sola's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope as she discovered two bio-stabilizer masks among the emergency gear.

"Finally, a little luck," Hux remarked, a hint of relief in his voice. They secured the masks, knowing that they would provide protection against the hazardous spores that fill the island's air.

With the meager provisions in hand, they settled onto the hard, uncomfortable floor, their bodies weary and eager for rest. Both beginning to feel the aches and pains from their ordeal now settling in. The rations tasted like they were out of date by about ten years and provided little comfort, but they consumed them nonetheless, fueled by the knowledge that sustenance would be instrumental for their survival.

As exhaustion began to drift over them, Sola kicked off her boots and laid down on the makeshift sleeping pad with an emergency blanket, her head tucked against her folded arms. The sound of rain pattering on the hull made for a soothing backdrop to relax her and the dim light from the flickering emergency panel cast gentle shadows. As she began to relax she felt the warmth of Hux’s presence nearby, she opened her eyes and was a bit surprised to see him as he settled down beside her on his back. His proximity was unexpected yet strangely comforting, within arms reach. The lines of fatigue etched on his face softened in the muted light.

He seemed to sense her questioning gaze without even opening his eyes, his voice a low murmur “What?”

Sola was caught off guard by his awareness, “I didn’t take you for a cuddler.”

“Don’t be childish. I don’t bite… often.”

Hey brows shot up in surprise and intrigue at the implication. “Yeah, but do you stab?”

He chuckled softly, his eyes closing again. “Stabbing is reserved for people I don’t like,” He replied, his voice tinged with humor. “Biting on the other hand, is saved for entirely different occasions and under vastly different circumstances.”

The air held an electric charge, their playful banter carrying a subtle undercurrent of attraction leaving her a bit excited and apprehensive. She was at a loss for words, Hux still keenly aware of her lingering stare softly advised albeit playfully “Go to sleep, Sola. We have a long day ahead.”

“Aye sir.” She retorted her tone carrying a hint of flirtation. Unable to resist, Hux cracked an eye open to see her eyes were now closed and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he drifted off, Conversation faded, replaced by the rhythmic sounds of their shallow breaths.

In the four months they had been a part of each other's lives, he gained a healthy amount of respect for the way she navigated through the challenges they faced without dwelling on the past. Most of the Rebels hated Hux but Sola didn’t mind him. She enjoyed pointing out how the rebellion would never have succeeded had it not been for his intelligence. She had never expected to find common ground with a former member of the New Order, but their circumstances had brought them together.. His dry humor and matter-of-fact view on things offered a reprieve from the hopelessness of their situation. She’d often been told that she should look on the positive side of things, to which she would respond ‘Let me know when you find it.’ Despite some of his less than charming attributes and their rocky start, she’d grown somewhat fond of the ginger former general.

Likewise, Hux found her no-nonsense attitude and unvarnished honesty cut through the complexities of their predicament. It also didn’t hurt that she was one of the few people who didn’t legitimately want him dead, there were far worse people to be stuck on a dangerous island with.

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As dawn broke and the light filtered through the portholes of the shuttle, they cast a gentle glow on Hux and Sola, who had unknowingly gravitated closer to each other during their slumber. Hux woke first, sleepiness falling away gradually as the world around him came into focus. He blinked in surprise as he realized the proximity between them, practically nestled into one another's arms. The warmth radiating from Sola's body and the gentle rise and fall of her breath was oddly enjoyable to watch.

'Well, this is unexpected'

Hux mused, his mind playing catch-up with the situation. He contemplated whether to move away, to create a more appropriate distance, but something in him resisted the idea. He watched as Sola, still lost in the realm between sleep and wakefulness, unconsciously inched closer to him, seeking his warmth.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Hux's lips, and he wondered if Sola was even aware of her instinctive movements. Sola's limbs stretched out lazily as she finally woke, her fingers brushed against Hux's side in the process. Her eyes fluttered open, momentarily startled by their closeness but she made no move to retract or distance herself. There was a sense of acceptance as if the physical closeness between them was simply a natural extension of their connection.

'Huh, he has bedhead.'

Hux met Sola's surprised gaze. Neither of them mentioned the sudden closeness, as if it was an unspoken agreement. They shared a brief, subtle smile before Hux finally spoke, his voice slightly laced with playful intrigue.

“Sleep well?”

Sola's lips curved into a small smile at the normalcy he tried to interject, she glanced at their closeness, she replied, her tone casual and warm. “No complaints.”

He gave her an acknowledging nod, perhaps in agreement that he too had no complaints as to his sleep.

“We should get going. We have a lot of ground to cover.”

As they slowly rose, their bodies protesting, her weariness still evident, she clenched her jaw feeling the discomfort in her body before an indiscernible sound escaped her lips, reminding her of the aches and pains that came from their harrowing journey.

“You alright?”

"I’m as nimble and spry as a jungle cat," she mumbled dryly, masking her unease with nonchalance.

Hux scoffed and rubbed at his neck, turning it slowly, resulting in several loud cracks and an accompanying deep groan of satisfaction. They braced themselves for the challenges that lay ahead. He knew they had to reach the monitoring station, send out the distress signal, and hold on to hope that someone would come to their rescue. The weight of their survival rested on his shoulders, and he drew upon his military training to break down the steps needed to achieve their objective.

'Focus, Hux. Step by step,' he reminded himself.

They gathered their supplies, dividing them into two packs. Sleeping sacks, a medical kit, rations, water canteens, a torch, a blaster, two survival knives and the vital data stick containing the rebellion's distress codes.

Their bio stabilizer masks were the final piece, their eyes met briefly, and in that fleeting moment, unspoken understanding passed between them. They shared a connection forged through shared danger and vulnerability. Sola's eyes held a flicker of admiration for Hux's strength and resourcefulness, while Hux saw in Sola a fierce determination and resilience. Stepping outside the shuttle, they were instantly met with the oppressive heat and humidity of the jungle. The air was thick and suffocating like a wet blanket, making breathing laborious, and sweat began to bead on their foreheads. The discomfort intensified, serving as a reminder of the harsh reality they faced.

As they stepped onto the rocky black sand beach, the scorching sun beat down upon them. The coarse grains of sand crunched beneath their boots as they made their way forward sinking slightly, their movements cautious and deliberate. The bio stabilizer masks covering their faces distorted their voices slightly, the sound muffled and mechanical.

They quickly left the shoreline behind, entering the dense jungle that lay ahead. Towering trees stretched towards the sky, their thick foliage creating a natural canopy that shielded them from the sun's direct rays. The air became even more stifling, filled with the earthy scent of damp vegetation and the overwhelming sound of nothing. Hux tried not to focus on the unnatural

silence, in a setting like this was usually an indication of a predator nearby, but then again, wasn’t there?

Moving through the jungle required precision and care, stepping cautiously to avoid producing too much noise or any unnecessary distrubances. Every step had to be calculated, avoiding treacherous roots and hidden obstacles that lay hidden beneath the thick layer of moss and leaves. Hux took the lead, his eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for signs of danger. The bio stabilizer mask displayed a constant readout of the temperature, reminding them that it was a sweltering 30 degrees Celsius. Beads of sweat dripped down their faces, mingling with the moisture collected on their masks.

The jungle seemed alive, its flora teeming with vibrant colors and intricate designs. But amidst the beauty, danger lurked. Hux and Sola had to remain vigilant, for hidden among the lush greenery were plants with dangerous defenses. The masks provided some protection, filtering the air and warning them of any potential hazardous particles in their surroundings.

Their communication was hindered by the masks, their voices distorted and distant. They relied on subtle gestures and hand signals to convey their intentions and navigate the perilous terrain. Each movement was deliberate, every decision weighed against the risks and dangers that surrounded them.

The humidity clung to their bodies, their clothes stuck to their skin, the fabric heavy and uncomfortable. The jungle challenged them at every turn, testing their endurance and resilience.

Anticipation hung thick in the air, and there was the sense of being watched by unseen eyes. As they moved on, Hux and Sola emerged from the dense undergrowth into a small clearing as though all play life within it bowed to a superior form, the sudden openness allowed a sliver of sunlight to filter through the thick foliage. Sola's hand shot out to grab Hux's arm as her keen eyes caught sight of a peculiar plant standing tall just inside of the clearing. Its large, tropical leaves unfurled like a crown, showcasing a mesmerizing array of vibrant colors that seemed to beckon them closer.

Their gazes fixed upon its stunning blossom. The petals, resembling delicate lilies, faced upwards, reaching for the sparse sunlight that managed to penetrate the dense canopy above.

Sola retrieved a small data pad from her pack, her nimble fingers swiftly confirming the plant's identity. The screen displayed information about the pax reaver. They watched the plant in silence, observing its beauty with both fascination and trepidation.

Curiosity stirred within Hux, and he reached down to pick up a small rock, his movements cautious. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the rock near the plant, then instinctively ducked down, seeking shelter behind a fern, placing an arm about Sola instinctively. The plant responded immediately, triggered by the disturbance, and a cascade of brightly colored spores erupted from its blossoms, descending slowly like ethereal red snowflakes.

They watched in awe, the captivating dance of the spores weaving an enchanting display against the backdrop of the jungle. It was a breathtaking sight, a moment of beauty amidst the lurking danger that the pax reaver represented.

"It's almost beautiful," Sola murmured, her voice barely audible beneath the filters of her mask. Acknowledging the plant's allure while recognizing the peril that lay beneath its alluring facade.

Hux nodded in agreement, his eyes locked on the delicate spores drifting through the air. It was a reminder of the delicate balance between beauty and danger that existed in this untamed realm. They knew they had to tread carefully, for even amidst the splendor of the jungle, unseen threats lurked, ready to ensnare the unwary.

They silently retreated from the clearing, leaving behind the mesmerizing spectacle of the pax reaver. Their journey continued, fueled by a newfound respect for the hidden perils that lay in wait.

The monotonous trek continued as they navigated through the jungle, with little variation in the landscape.

Sola broke the monotony first, her voice muffled by the mask. "You know, Hux, I've had better hiking trips. I must say, the lack of scenic views and lack of wildlife is a bit disappointing."

"Oh, I apologize for not providing you with a five-star tropical paradise. I'll make sure to leave a scathing review for this island." He smirked as Sola chuckled at his joke. He didn’t make anyone else laugh, just Sola.

Their banter served as a temporary distraction from the physical and mental exhaustion they both felt. Step after step, they pushed forward. By Hux’s best guess, they had a day and a half to two days journey to make, but with the added burden of having to move and cause as little disruption to the environment as possible he realized that it could take as many as three to four days.

It was dusk when they located a water source, Hux motioned for them to stop, signaling the end of their journey for the day. They went about setting up camp, their movements efficient and practiced. With the emergency shelter tent secured, they sought refuge inside, their tired bodies yearning for rest. Taking off their bio stabilizer masks, they released deep breaths of relief, savoring the fresh air that filled their lungs.

Hux sat down on the ground, a tired yet content expression on his face as he relished the feeling of freedom from the confining equipment. As Sola joined him, he couldn't help but notice the slight amusement in her eyes, feeling the weight of the day slowly dissipating as she sat on the tent's floor, wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand

“And here I thought my days of hiking and roughing it in extreme temperatures were a thing of the past." Hux mused as he rubbed his face. Sola smirked, casting a playful glance in his direction. “Something funny?”

“It's hard to imagine you 'roughing it,' You seem to enjoy the niceties of the high life."

Hux's tone took on a facetious note and he rolled his eyes as he responded, "Hate to shatter the illusion, but I wasn't always a dashing general who basked in the lap of luxury. There was a time when I slogged through the mud, endured the relentless rain, and the scorching heat, just like any other cadet."

Sola's eyes danced with curiosity, her interest piqued. "Really?”

Hux didn’t talk about himself, ever, his smirk faded, replaced by a more solemn expression.

"Believe it or not, Sola, I earned my keep. I did indeed rough it for many years. Contrary to what most people think, my rise in the ranks had nothing to do with my father's influence. In fact, he did little more than hinder me and provide me with possibly even more setbacks for his amusement. I fought my way to the top."

Sola detected the bitterness in his voice, “So, father of the year?” Hux responded with a resounding ‘Ha!’ and he fell silent once more. She decided to change the subject slightly, wanting to keep the conversation light-hearted. "So, 'Cadet' Hux? What was he like?".

Hux blew out a breath, his voice tinged with frustration and what sounded like remorse. "He was a damned fool. Weak, scrawny, naive, and quite a bit shorter. As thin as a slip of paper and just as useless" There was a harshness in his own words in how he spoke about himself like they weren’t his own thoughts but someone else’s words that had been ingrained into him.

"Yeah, but I bet he was pretty cute."

'Did she just call me cute? What is she playing at?'

Hux raised an eyebrow and a flicker of surprise flashed across Hux's face before he swiftly regained his composure. A hint of amusement broke through his facade, and he felt a mix of nostalgia. Hux leaned back slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he met Sola's gaze.

"Well, I must say, your taste in men is truly abhorrent,"

She could tell Hux held a low opinion of himself, she’d seen that type of insecurity a thousand times. It was one of the oldest defense mechanisms in the book, fortunately Sola wasn’t one to be easily deterred.

“Well, you grew up,” She cast a lingering and appreciative glance over his lean and muscular frame. “you filled out.”

Deep down, however, his mind churned with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The familiarity they had developed, the shared experiences, and now this playful banter—they all created a magnetic pull, an undeniable connection that defied the dangerous circumstances they found themselves in.

Hux's eyes lingered on Sola, taking in her alluring presence, the way she carried herself with confidence. He found himself drawn to her, not just for her physical beauty but also for the strength and loyalty she embodied. Though he had been raised to believe that vulnerability was a weakness, in this moment, he found a strange comfort in letting his guard down, even if just a little.

'What are you doing here, Hux? This isn't the time or the place for such distractions...'

Despite the compliment, which he was grateful for, his demeanor suggested he was growing weary of the subject, so she dropped it. Sola pulled her hair loose from the ponytail she’d worn it in all day and groaned in relief as her hair tumbled down around her shoulders, and her fingers raked over her scalp providing much needed relief. A stillness fell over the two of them as she sat down to eat their rations, their tired bodies seeking respite and food. Sola opened a small pack, retrieving the compacted food and water pouches. She passed one to Hux and kept one for herself, their hands briefly brushing in the exchange.

The aroma of dehydrated provisions wafted through the air, and while they were lacking the appetizing quality of a freshly cooked meal, they served their purpose nonetheless. Sola was right about one thing, Hux indeed missed the nicer luxuries he had enjoyed, particularly the food. Even the food at the academy wasn’t this bland, but he’d most certainly eaten worse.

Hux's gaze wandered toward the entrance of the tent, where glimpses of the fading daylight illuminated the surrounding foliage in a muted green glow. He turned his attention back to Sola, a weariness etched across his features. Sola took a sip from her water pouch, quenching her parched throat before breaking the silence.

"How far do you think we've gone today?"

Hux paused for a moment, mentally retracing their arduous journey through the dense jungle. "Maybe around ten kilometers," he replied, his tone measured. "But we could still have between fifteen and twenty more to go, depending on what type of terrain awaits us."

Sola nodded, a faint sigh escaping her lips. The weight of the remaining distance hung in the air, a reminder of the arduous path that lay ahead.

“We’ll make it, Sola.” Hux reassured her. She wasn’t really prepared for the comforting reassurance, but glad to know Hux had faith in them.

They ate in silence for a while, the simple act of nourishment grounding them amidst the uncertainty of their surroundings. The mild tasting food filled their empty stomachs, providing a small measure of energy to replenish their weary bodies.

As they finished their rations, Sola leaned forward, her head in her hands rubbing at the junction where her neck met her shoulder, grimacing as she massaged the spot. The dim light filtered through the fabric, casting soft shadows across their worn-out forms.

“You alright?”

Sola nodded. The crash had taken its toll on both of them, leaving aches and pains as souvenirs of their ordeal. Sola let out a tired sigh. The physical strain was beginning to wear on her, and the desire for some relief was evident in her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need a shower hot enough to seep into my bones.”

Hux furrowed his brow, genuine curiosity adorning his features, he leaned back on his elbows. "That's always puzzled me, Sola. Why do you women prefer scalding hot showers when cooler ones are so much more refreshing?"

Sola shook her head, a playful chuckle escaped her lips and she looked at him with sympathy as though she were about to explain something to an idiot. "Hux, you're allowed to have an opinion on many things, but the ideal temperature for a shower is not one of them. Your preference, cyar’ika, is simply wrong."

'Allowed my opinions but wrong…? Wait. What did she call me?'

The words resonated within Hux's mind, stirring a mix of amusement and curiosity. Sola's straightforwardness was refreshing. Then there was the way she called him "cyar'ika," a Mandalorian endearment reserved for lovers, added a layer of intrigue and flirtation to their exchange.

He observed her body language, noticing the slight tilt of her head, the playful glint in her eyes, and the way her lips curved into a teasing smile. There was a sense of confidence and ease in her posture, as though she reveled in their banter. Hux found himself captivated by her presence, eager to engage further in their playful verbal sparring.

"Hmm… So I’m mistaken, am I? Please, enlighten me, do women enjoy that sort of pain?"

"Hux, women are made of pain," she said, her voice laced with humor amid a deadpan expression. "It's in our very nature. Fact is most women exist at a baseline on a seven and a half on a ten scale most of the time, all thanks to our basic human anatomy. And there really isn’t much we can do about it but since it's not socially acceptable to bite the head off of one's mate when we're finished with them, we stand in the fire and watch you squirm."

Hux was clearly taken aback by her response; he had perhaps been expecting a much simpler explanation. His mouth slightly agape as he searched for words but he ultimately found none. He decided no response was an acceptable one.

'Women are insane…'

“We should get some rest,” Hux finally said, changing the subject.

The fatigue of their journey weighed heavily on them and the promise of a few hours of sleep was a welcome thought. The anticipation of another challenging day loomed before them, making the respite of sleep that much more alluring.

"Yeah, sleep," she conceded, her voice barely above a whisper. "In a bed. With blankets. And pillows. And central air.” Hux chuckled, knowing exactly what she was talking about and agreeing wholeheartedly, she yawned as she placed their sleeping sacks down on the hard ground. The shuttle had been less than desirable but the hard ground, less so. While falling asleep might not be hard, finding any peace and rest would prove to be another issue entirely. Due to the heat, they forewent sleeping inside the bags and instead on top of them, opting for the additional padded layer of comfort.

“No such luck here, darling. Afraid you’ll just have to rough it with me.”

Sola smirked at the slightly sarcastic endearment and his playful implication. Sleeping on hard ground wasn’t his preference but he’d learned to sleep anywhere and he had. Still, a pillow did sound nice. The exhaustion of their bodies, combined with the serenity of the moment, started to lull them into a state of wearied tranquility.

With a sense of familiarity, Hux took up space next to Sola, his presence providing a comforting warmth. Sola, less thrown off by his proximity this time, didn't hesitate to make herself comfortable. In the dim light filtering through the dense canopy, Hux glanced towards Sola, his gaze filled with a playful spark. He couldn't resist injecting a touch of humor into the quietude of the night.

“You’re not going to bite my head off, are you?” He asked, taking note of how she didn’t shy away or comment on how closely they found themselves once more.

“I reserve biting for entirely different occasions and under vastly different circumstances.” Sola's response carried a sense of familiarity, her tone laced with amusement. She echoed his sentiment from the previous night. The exchange held an air of light-hearted banter, a comfortable rapport that had developed between them.

“I usually like a little more romance than that anyway.”

His desire to have the last word left him the victor this time. Sola's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the unexpected sentiment. She remained silent for a moment, her expression softening. Hux? A romantic? Sola tried to picture it but she was sure his idea of romance was either unconventional or old fashioned.

The floor of the jungle and the lining of the tent made things less comfortable than the sleeping mat they’d shared in the shuttle. In favor of traveling as lightly as possible, they had been left behind. Sola shifted, trying to find a satisfying position but unable to. Her restless movements punctuated by soft grumbles of dissatisfaction. Sensing her discomfort, Hux decided to take matters into his own hands in a bit of a gamble.

He wrapped his arm around Sola's waist, pulling her closer until her head rested against his chest. The sudden movement took Sola by surprise, their bodies molding together in an unexpected embrace.

Hux couldn't help but comment on their makeshift arrangement, “Pillows are in short supply, this will have to do," Sola responded to his comment by playfully poking him in the side like you might poke a pillow, eliciting a gruff noise from Hux. "This is the thanks I get for being a gentleman." Her amusement reverberated against his chest. She nuzzled closer, finding solace in their intimate connection, and released a contented sigh.

"It'll do," she murmured, hearing the steady rhythm of Hux’s breathing. It was not a luxurious pillow or a cozy blanket, but it was an improvement.

Hux's thoughts swirled with satisfaction. The impulsive act of pulling Sola closer had been a spontaneous decision, driven by a desire to offer her some measure of comfort. As her body nestled against his, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment wash over him.

As they lay intertwined Sola's posture softened, her head nestled against Hux's chest. Hux, in turn, held her securely, his arm proving a sense of protection and comfort, he didn’t realize he would enjoy supplying.

The eerie silence amplified the sense of danger that lingered in the air. The absence of sound ushered them into an uneasy sleep, their dreams haunted by the mysteries and dangers of the island that surrounded them. As sleep gently beckoned, their breathing fell into sync, their shared warmth and whispered words lulling them into a peaceful slumber.

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The weight of the day's events and their brief discussion on Hux’s youth permeated his subconscious. He was carried back to the haunting memories of his youth. In the ethereal realm of slumber, the Academy materialized before him, its halls echoing with the ghosts of his past. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows, mirroring the fear that had gripped his young heart.

Within the confines of his dream, Hux traversed the corridors of the Academy, reliving the desperate longing for his mother that had consumed him when it was all new and terrifying to him. He recalled the relentless inquiries, his voice filled with a desperate hope that had eventually been crushed by his father's fabricated tale of her demise. The loneliness that had settled upon him like a suffocating weight, intensifying the ache of abandonment that had become his constant companion.

His dreams shifted, revealing the harsh reality he had faced as a cadet. The memories resurfaced, like buried scars torn open anew. The taunts and jeers echoed in his ears, the beatings and humiliations replayed before his eyes. The cruelty of his superiors and fellow cadets had been intended to forge him into an unyielding force, a leader unburdened by weakness or sentiment. His father's constant disapproval and the hardships inflicted upon him resonated deeply.

Yet, the yearning for friendship and camaraderie had lingered in his young heart, a flicker of hope amid the desolation. He had yearned for a connection, an alliance with his peers that would bring solace to his tormented soul. But it was a desire that always seemed out of reach, slipping through his fingers like sand. Instead, he had learned to embrace the solitary path of a calculated and cruel leader, one who valued fear and respect over the fleeting notion of companionship, leaving him hardened and embittered. The warmth of human connection had been replaced by the detached and meticulous demeanor necessary to command the First Order.

Nightmarish tendrils seeped further into his subconscious, distorting the landscape of his dreamscape. He became a mere observer, witnessing the transformation of the innocent boy he once was into the ruthless leader he had become. The weight of countless lives lost haunted his every step, a chilling testament to the path he had chosen. The accolades from his father, tainted with the stain of violence, felt like a bitter betrayal of his own humanity.

With a jolt, Hux awakened, his body drenched in a cold sweat. The remnants of the dream clung to him like a suffocating fog, his heart pounding in his chest and he struggled to remember where he was and what was happening. The weight of a body holding him in place pulled him back firmly into the present.

'Just a dream. It was just a dream.'

He cast a weary glance at Sola, still deeply asleep beside him, her arm draped over his chest, clinging to him, her head nestled into the crook of his arm. The sight of her sleeping brought a sense of tranquility amidst the storm of his thoughts. How much had changed in the last six months, he pondered, and how much he had changed as well. The man he used to be seemed like a distant stranger, someone unrecognizable to the person he saw in the mirror now. The man he used to be, shrouded in bitterness and isolation, had never fathomed the possibility of someone like Sola entering his life. Yet, here she was.

As if sensing his gaze, she stretched in her sleep, her arms instinctively wrapping around him. It was a simple, unconscious act that spoke volumes to the closeness they had developed during their time together. His mind began to wander, recalling the moments they had shared—the playful banter, the teasing exchanges, the flickers of something more beneath the surface. It had been a delicate dance, a connection that grew stronger with each passing day. And amidst his inner contemplation, a sound reached his ears—a soft murmur escaping Sola's lips.

“Hux”

His breath hitched as he recognized his name, whispered in her sleep. He froze, his gaze fixated on her serene expression, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension swirling within him. Embarking on a gamble, Hux replied in a hushed tone, barely audible in the stillness of the night,

"Sola?" His voice barely above a whisper, afraid to disrupt the tranquility, his heart skipped a beat as she murmured his name again, a bit more clearly this time, accompanied by something that caught him completely by surprise, a plea for him to ‘stay with me’. The vulnerability in her voice touched him, igniting a desire to offer her comfort and stability. “Not going anywhere.” His voice was laced with genuine sincerity.

Allowing himself to indulge in a fleeting fantasy, Hux tightened his grip, his hands shifting lower across the curve of her hips. He held her with a mixture of affection and longing, envisioning a reality where Sola was truly his. He froze momentarily when Sola shifted in his arms tilting her head up, nuzzling into his neck, her breath tickling his skin.

He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Sola's face. A tender smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he realized that their connection was not merely a figment of his imagination or a product of wishful thinking.

As Hux held Sola close, his imagination danced with the possibilities of a different reality. In this fleeting fantasy, they were not stranded on a treacherous island but instead nestled in a place of safety and solace. He allowed himself to caress the contours of her back, his fingers tracing delicate patterns against her skin as if they were entwined in a lover's embrace. The intoxicating scent of her hair filled his senses, intensifying the illusion of the moment. For a brief instant, he let himself believe that this was his life, that he had found the companionship he had yearned for.

"Vercopa pirusti," he whispered softly, the Mandalorian endearment slipping past his lips.

As Hux lay there, enveloped in the warmth of Sola's presence, a tantalizing temptation whispered in his thoughts. Her lips were just within reach, a mere breath away. The idea of stealing a kiss flickered in his mind, a clandestine act that could easily be dismissed as a dream-induced accident should she stir awake. But in that pivotal moment, a sense of clarity washed over him. He was not his father, a man who had used manipulation and deceit to satisfy his own desires. Giving in to a stolen kiss would only cheapen the bond they were forming.

With a contented sigh, Hux allowed himself to surrender to the embrace of sleep. In the realm of dreams, where the boundaries of reality blurred, he found peace in the knowledge that the closeness he experienced with Sola transcended mere physicality. Hux nestled his cheek against Sola's temple, cherishing the precious intimacy they shared. As he settled back into a more comfortable position, he allowed himself to savor the warmth of Sola's presence.

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For late sleepers like Sola, the morning would always come far too soon. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the thin fabric of the tent, Hux and Sola stirred from their slumber, their bodies feeling surprisingly rejuvenated after a night of restful sleep. However, the manner in which Sola found herself greatly improved her mood. Once more they had woken up together, their bodies intertwined in a closeness that had developed organically throughout the night.

She observed their state with a mix of amusement and contentment. Her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder, and their legs intertwined as if they were two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. The weight of his hand on her hip, skimming the curve of her back, sent a shiver of warmth cascading through her. She couldn't deny the pleasure she derived from their physical connection, the sense of safety that emanated from Hux's touch. Her gaze traced the contours of his face, the disheveled mess of his hair that begged for her playful touch. There was a vulnerability in his slumber, a side of him that he rarely allowed others to witness. Sola found herself captivated by his peaceful visage, the lines of worry and determination temporarily eased.

Lost in her musings, Sola let her eyes linger on Hux, taking in the subtle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. She didn’t notice his eyes had opened and he was now staring at her as she stared at him.

As Sola's gaze lingered on Hux, lost in her thoughts, she failed to realize that his eyes had opened, his deep green orbs fixed upon her with a silent amusement. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly. They shared a wordless understanding, a tacit agreement to silently disentangle themselves from their intimate embrace and begin preparing for the day ahead.

There was a subtle flirtation lingered between them, evident in the quick dance of glances and playful smiles they exchanged. Hux adjusted the straps on his pack, the movement causing his muscles to flex beneath his shirt. She discreetly adjusted the straps on her own pack, her fingers grazed against her collarbone.

Sola, engrossed in the straps of her pack, the weight of his attention made her pause, a flicker of curiosity lighting up her eyes. Sensing the unspoken question hanging in the air, she couldn't help but inquire:

"What?" Hux shook his head, a knowing smile playing on his lips, and offered no immediate response. Sola's curiosity piqued further as she probed, her voice laced with a mix of playfulness and intrigue, "Why are you looking at me like you know something?"

Inwardly, Hux couldn't help but think, 'I do know something.'

The intimacy that had unfolded between them, held a depth he couldn't entirely fathom. But he chose to respond cryptically, his voice carrying a hint of mystery as he asked, "Did you sleep well?"

Sola's mind wandered back to her own dreams, a faint smile gracing her features as she delved into the memories. In a far-off tone, she replied, "Yeah, I did." Her voice held a trace of nostalgia, slightly biting her lower lip. Her voice carried a hint of fondness, as if she had experienced something truly delightful during her slumber. It was a response that left Hux wondering what visions had captivated her and whether he had played a part in them.

As Hux and Sola prepared to embark on their journey for the day, they reached for their masks. But as Hux's gloved fingers grazed the surface of his mask, his eyes caught sight of a small hairline crack in the O-ring, causing an instant surge of panic to course through him. A feeling of ice down his spine froze him in his tracks and his mind raced to find answers. When had it happened? How could he have missed it? And most importantly, would this compromise his mask's ability to filter the air?

The cold sensation gripped Hux, reminiscent of his childhood days when he found himself in trouble, a feeling all children know. Questions flooded his mind, each one more alarming than the last. Uncertainty settled upon him, visibly stiffening his posture as his thoughts raced through various "what if" scenarios, each one worse than the last.

Sola, ever perceptive, noticed the sudden change in Hux's demeanor. Concern etched into her features, she reached out and gently touched his arm. "Hux, what’s wrong?"

He jumped, slightly startled, in turn startling her back. Shaking himself from the grip of panic, Hux managed to regain a semblance of composure. Hux wasn’t one to be startled. The man had eyes in the back of his head.

He quickly rationalized that there was no purpose in alarming Sola with his unconfirmed fears at that moment. With a forced calmness, he replied, "I'm fine, just a sharp pain. Nothing to worry about." He wouldn’t blame her if she called him a liar. It was a weak lie at best and the look on her face suggested she didn’t buy it.

For the briefest of moments he contemplated telling her the truth, he knew lying to her wasn’t wise as whatever was growing between them called for honesty and trust. But the thought of delaying their progress and sowing unnecessary fear made him hesitate. There was no other option but to press on, despite the compromised state of his mask. He knew the risks, understood the potential consequences. Though the panic still churned within him, Hux knew he needed to remain level-headed. He carefully placed the mask on his face, his confidence in its ability to filter oxygen significantly diminished by the sight of the crack. But he had to stay focused and composed, for his own sake and Sola's.

As they stepped out of the tent, Hux couldn't shake the unease that lingered in the back of his mind. His decision was clear—he would maintain a slight distance from Sola, keeping a vigilant eye on himself for any signs of distress or ill effects. If he noticed anything amiss, he would quickly warn her and take appropriate action.

The morning had started out so nice, Sola couldn't help but wonder about the sudden shift in Hux's behavior. Her eyes betrayed her curiosity, but she chose to remain silent, allowing Hux his space. Maybe his dreams weren’t as nice as hers? The tension between them hovered in the air, mingling with the anticipation of reaching the summit. Hux, determined to forge ahead, kept his lips tightly sealed. Focused solely on their goal, knowing that the higher they ascended, the more sparse the foliage and potential dangers would become.

And so, with a veil of unease hanging over their journey, Hux and Sola pressed on, their steps measured and their senses attuned to the slightest anomaly. Each passing moment brought them closer to the mountain's peak.

As Hux and Sola continued their ascent, the once vibrant atmosphere between them had been replaced by a lifeless silence. Sola's attempts to spark a conversation were met with curt replies and grunts from Hux, leaving her feeling unsettled. This wasn't the man from last night. Something had changed.

The distance between them was not only evident in their lack of words but in Hux's physical demeanor as well. Any gesture of support or assistance from him was abruptly withdrawn as soon as Sola found her footing. The warmth that had once radiated from him was replaced by an icy coldness, deliberate and calculated. Sola felt a growing frustration, unable to comprehend why Hux was behaving this way.

The pace they maintained was faster than before, an intentional effort from Hux to push forward with urgency. Sola couldn't shake the feeling that he was deliberately keeping her at arm's length. When she questioned the hurry, Hux offered a brief and dismissive response, referencing the danger of the island and his unwillingness to waste time. It was as if he expected her to have forgotten the perils they faced. By the end of the day, Sola's irritation had grown significantly—not because of Hux's distance alone, but because she knew he was withholding something from her, and she couldn't fathom what or why. Their hike remained like that until they set up camp in further silence.

As they settled down to eat, Hux kept his gaze lowered, avoiding any eye contact with Sola. The tension between them was palpable, and an unsettling thought crept into Sola's mind. Could it be possible that Hux had been playing her all along? That his intentions were far from genuine, and he saw this journey as an opportunity to cut her loose? The idea sent her heart racing, realizing the gravity of her situation had deepened immensely.

Sola, lacking combat skills and survival training, understood the stark contrast between her own abilities and Hux's expertise. He possessed the skills necessary to easily overpower or eliminate her if he so wished. With a racing mind, Sola turned away from Hux and retreated into her own thoughts, choosing to sleep as far away from him as possible. Distrust hung heavily in the air, a distressing end to their evening.

Hux couldn't ignore the consequences of his changed behavior. He knew he had caused a rift between them, and the realization left him with a heavy heart. The silence that enveloped them throughout the night was a testament to the mounting tension and the fracture in their once blossoming connection. As Hux settled in, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his actions, hoping that somehow they would find a way to bridge the gap and rediscover the trust that had once bound them together.

Sleep eluded Hux that night, his guilt gnawing at him even in the absence of nightmares. Their strained relationship and the divide he had deliberately created kept him from finding rest. Reflecting on their conversation from the previous night and the warmth they shared, Hux couldn't help but feel remorse for intentionally causing this discord. However, he felt that he had valid reasons for his actions. Though there was a part of him that believed Sola would rather have known the truth.

As his thoughts swirled, Hux realized that he hadn't experienced any adverse effects from the crack in his mask. They had passed through areas of the jungle where the Pax Reavers unleashed colorful spores, yet his mask had successfully filtered the air, providing him with a sigh of relief. In that moment, he sat up and he contemplated waking Sola and explaining his motivations, but the sight of her with her back turned to him gave him pause. It was worlds away from how they had slept before, wrapped in each other's arms, and it pained him to witness the change. He couldn't bring himself to disturb her sleep, opting instead to wait until morning to reveal his reasons, hoping that she would forgive him.

He drifted into a fitful sleep, hoping that come morning, Sola would awaken and, at the very least, give him a well-deserved slap.

Part Two

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Well, as I said this is a two-shot with all the tasteless capsaicin in the second part which I am fine-tuning! If you liked it then feel free to like, reblog, or leave me a tasty comment and let me know what you think! I have lots or stories in the works so comments and engagement help me focus on the more popular stories! Thanks for tuning in, see you in part two!

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enkisstories · 2 months

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Ben: "...and when it's finished, the fungicide will also clear the mind of an infected who takes it. It can get administered orally as well as dermally, so we could load up the Millenium Falcon with it and spray the whole town in one go to clear the infestation."

Rey: "Risking getting shot in the process by the faction of Ryloth' military that is under Godmother's control..."

Ben: "Right, we'll have to think of something regarding that. But first we'll have to test the fungicide anyway."

And that was a problem, because there was the residual risk that the fungicide would kill the host along with the parasite. Even if the host survived, the aftermath of a sentient giant fungus' consciousness having lived rent-free in their brain might leave them mentally damaged.

But test their invention Koi Squad had to, there was no way around it.

Armitage: "I'm quite fond of the mental image of us forcing a fruit of Godmother's down Ben's throat to get him possessed and then using him as test subject. In the same vein I'm aware that people-testing is out of question for you, and I accept that. But what's left?"

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Rose: "According to the simulations, the risk of death or lasting damage is minuscle..."

Poe: "But not zero."

Rose: "Being a rebel isn't about camping in the woods. For some it is escaping being pusued by the First Order and certain death. We talk about hope a lot, but way too often our life is about..."

Rose: "...making tough decisions."

Rose: "This better was worth it..."

BB-8: [You have to stop doing that to him at the end of every mission. People might get the wrong idea.]

Ben: "BB-8, start recording! And somebody slap an MRT-headset on Hux!"

Godmother (through Hux): ₶Ʉ₹₮$…

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koremakaria · 4 months

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Wish (Gingerrose Holiday Prompts)

Commander Rose Tico stepped inside a dimly lit turbolift that seemed to be moving upward without end. Arrth-Eno Custodial Complex II stood tall on the planet Coruscant and housed the most high profile prisoners. Darth Sidious destroyed the original building during the Galactic Civil War in a bid to rid himself of the detained Rebel spies but in the end the Empire did not win. Hoping to rise from the ashes of the fallen Empire, the First Order birthed a new army and started a new war. But like their predecessor, the First Order suffered the same fate.

Defeated by the Light.

With the collapsed of the First Order, the New Republic faced a new dilemma … being overrun by defeated enemies. What to do with your former enemies? Some called for their execution to pay for the war crimes committed. Some called for mercy and rehabilitation believing that there was good in every soul. And some fell somewhere in between.

Rose couldn’t really say for certain where she fit in. Some days she wanted all of them to die. Why should they live when they had hurt so many? But then on other days … well.

It was complicated.

Many prison complexes across the galaxy such as the Arrth-Eno were rebuilt to accommodate and house these defeated enemies as the New Republic contemplated their next political move.

The turbolift slowed then halted. The door slid open and Rose made her way down the lone corridor to an armored officer manning a station of security switches.

“Commander Tico,” the armored officer saluted her rank.

“I’m here to see prisoner Armitage Hux,” Rose spoke with a sort of satisfaction at the turn of events. The former General, at one point, had her on her knees while he ordered her execution.

But now … now things were different.

Rose was free as bird while the former General was detained at a maximum security facility. She couldn’t resist the small smile. She shouldn’t take pleasure at the misfortune of another but for Armitage Hux … she’d make an exception.

The officer punched in a few code and the large door slid open. They walked inside and reached another locked cell. This one held one very important prisoner.

Before the officer put in a clearance code he turned to the petite commander. “Are you sure you don’t want a blaster with you, commander. This prisoner … he’s dangerous.”

“I’m sure. You may return to your post, Sergeant. I need to talk to the prisoner, privately,” said Rose.

“Roger that, Commander,” the officer dutifully pressed a series of code before the locks clicked and the steel door slid open. Commander Tico stepped inside and the door closed behind her with a thud and a loud clicked indicating that the locks were back in their intended location.

Armitage Hux, the loathsome general of the now defeated First Order, sat on a steel bench with his back resting up against the steel wall of his cell.

His ankles shackled. His wrists bound together in front of him with a pair of binders.

Another wave of satisfaction washed over her. This was good. The light side triumphed.

Hux slowly opened his eyes. He never had visitors but then again this particular meeting was long overdue. Commander Tico stood stiffly before him with her arms crossed and a prominent frown on her face.

“I wish you wouldn’t be so cross. That frown is quite unbecoming … to be perfectly honest with you.” Hux’s voice was dispassionate giving a mirage that he was unconcern about the visit from an official representative of the New Republic.

“Oh shut up!” Rose seethed loudly, stepping closer to the prisoner.

Despite his height, the fact that he was sitting down meant that he had to tilt his head back to look up at the approaching petite woman. A moment of complete silence passed between them.

“Commander Tico. I know why you’re here. And more importantly what the New Republic wants,” Hux dragged his vowels with the mention of the new government.

Rose quietly seethed and simply stared at the fallen enemy before her. Rose was here on behalf of the new government. Her superiors had made a decision and she was just doing her job complying with her order. Following through with her new mission.

“You wish that Pryde’s blaster had pierced my beskar armor.” Hux asked as Rose continued to glare down at him.

“Yes, I wish that.”

Hux bit his lower lip to prevent a victorious smile. Finally, Commander Rose was being honest.

“You wish that you could just kill me here, right now, without consequence.”

“Yes, the thought did cross my mind.”

“You wish that I was an insignificant fallen enemy … that I was not a spy … that I had no role in your victory over the First Order.”

“Yes!”

Rose shouted then heaved out a big sigh. She hated this man. How could he be so … so condescending and arrogant when he’s cuffed and detained inside a maximum security facility?

Hux stifled another smile. It was too easy.

“Let’s hear it then … what are the terms of the New Republic?”

“Full cooperation. We want to know everything you know about the First Order, the weapon systems, trainings, battle plans and especially the names of your former associates.”

“Another wish of yours?” Hux asked sardonically.

That was when Rose lost her self-control and jump on the steel bench with her hands on Hux’s neck effectively strangling the prisoner. She shrieked out of pure frustration.

Hux had limited means of self-protection given that his ankles and wrists were bound and the attack was unexpected. He successfully scooted back but ended up in a corner of his cell.

“I’m done playing your stupid game! So, I’ll ask again. Will. You. Cooperate!!!??”

“Alright! I’ll cooperate!” Hux managed to wheeze out with his windpipe crushed by two small but very very very strong hands. Rose applied more pressure on Hux’s neck out of sheer spite before willing herself to let go.

“Ahhhh. Dank Ferrik!” Rose promptly stood up with her hands fisted tight over her chest as she paced the cell’s floor.

“You crazy woman!” Hux brought up his bound wrists up so that his hands could pat away the pain. Then he brought up his legs and folded them against his chest in a fetal position.

Rose couldn’t believe her luck. That the council would assign this mission to her. That in the foreseeable future she’d be working with this demented, arrogant, self-importance fallen enemy to extract information in order to aid the fledging new government.

“That’s right, I’m crazy,” Rose stopped pacing the cell and returned to face her new partner, “we’re going to be working together. That is … you’re going to confess EVERYTHING to me. Soooo … the next time you play your stupid game,” Rose raised one fist in front of Hux’s face and he instinctively recoiled back, “remember this!”

This was not how Hux had imagined the negotiation for his release. Shouldn’t the New Republic send someone professional? At least someone sane.

Hux chanced a look at Commander Tico. Kriffing A.

He was in trouble.

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