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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

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You Have to Wake Up

Fandom: Star Wars, Kylo Ren, f!reader

Word Count: 1888

TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Torture (mentioned), Mind Break, Betrayal, Lies

Notes: Thanks to the anon who requested "Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me." with Kylo Ren. 🥰

Kylo Ren prowled through the halls of the Star Destroyer looking for something to take his anger out on. Once again, he had learned that Hux had been called for an audience with Supreme Leader Snoke without him. Kylo could not understand why the Supreme Leader still tolerated that useless coward. He was the one following in his grandfather’s legacy to become the greatest Sith Lord who ever lived. He was the one who had fought and won countless battles against the Resistance. He was the one who had proven his loyalty over and over again when faced with the temptation of the light, of his family. Yet, he was still overlooked in favor of this spineless worm who was constantly conspiring to one day overthrow and replace Snoke as Supreme Leader. It wasn’t fair. And maybe it was time he did something about it.

Changing directions, he headed to the interrogation room he knew they were currently closed off in. But just as he approached to demand an audience, the door slid open and two Stormtroopers exited, dragging a limp body of a woman between them. Though her head was hanging low, obscuring her face, a shiver ran through Kylo’s body as a sense of familiarity gripped his chest. But it couldn’t be….

Just then, Hux exited the room, almost slamming into Kylo in the process. But before the general could make his usual snarky comment, Kylo demanded. “That girl. Who is she?”

Hux scoffed dismissively. “Just some Resistance scum we captured last night. We have been interrogating her for hours but somehow, she has managed to withstand our methods. Even the Supreme Leader’s. But we knew she would be a difficult one to break. She took out over half of our squadron single-handedly before she was apprehended.”

“How?”

“By using this.” Hux pulled out something from his pocket and Kylo recognized it immediately. He had been there when you crafted it.

When he held out his hand, Hux placed the lightsaber in his palm. Instantly, Kylo felt your presence in the weapon. Unlike guns or regular swords, lightsabers were a wholly personal tool which were crafted by each individual user and captured a small piece of their essence, their energy. And it was a presence he had not felt in a long time but one which immediately sent his heart racing in his chest. There was no denying who the prisoner was.

Luckily, Kylo was still wearing his mask so Hux was unable to see the fear that had suddenly flashed across his face. Clearing his throat to steady his voice, Kylo said, “I will see if maybe I can get her to talk.”

“I wouldn’t bother,” Hux said as he started to walk away. “If the Supreme Leader couldn’t break her, what chance do you have? Besides, she has fallen into some sort of trance or unconsciousness so I doubt you could get anything anyway.”

Kylo quickly hurried down the hall in the direction he saw the troopers taking you. Just as he rounded the corner, he saw the two exiting a room to his right. As soon as they had left the area, Kylo quickly slipped into the room.

You were laying on the bed seemingly asleep, but he could see bruises and trails of blood littering your body from whatever methods Snoke had used to get you to talk. Your breathing was shallow and uneven, yet your expression was tranquil in your slumber. Slowly, he approached the bed and sat down next to you. Removing his helmet, he rested it on the floor. It was the first time he had removed it in the presence of another in a long time, but he needed to see you with his own eyes. Let you hear his voice clear and unmodulated.

He ran his fingers lightly over your cheek. “Hello. It’s been a long time but you look just as beautiful as the day we parted. I think of you… often. When I made the choice to follow this path, you were the only person I truly regretted leaving behind. I dreamt of finding you, of bringing you with me. But we both know you would never turn your back on the ways of the Jedi, pompous fools though they might have been. Yet, I wish things could have been different.” He waited, hoping for any kind of reaction, but you didn’t as much as stir.

Sighing, he took your hand as he whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything that I put you through. I’m sorry that you ended up here. And I know whatever they did to you must have been horrific, and I know I have no right to ask this of you, but I need you to wake up. Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, ever so slowly, your eyelashes began to flutter and he watched your eyes come into focus. On him. “Ben…” A shiver ran down his spine as you breathed his old name. The one he had tried so hard to leave behind but the one that sounded like home on your lips.

Your eyes scanned his face, soaking in every detail, every feature, as you gazed at him in wonder. “Wha- I thought you were dead. How are you here? Have you been here this whole time? I’m so sorry! If I would have known, I would have done everything in my power to bring you home. Ben, I-”

“Shhh. It’s alright. Just rest. You’ve been through a lot.” Kylo gently ran his hand over your hair soothingly.

You leaned into his hand as you continued to stare up at him in wonder. “He told me I was the only one to make it out that night. I thought….”

“He who?”

“Luke. When Ren and his Knights attacked the temple, I was badly wounded but for some reason, they kept me alive. Luke found me soon after they left, and he brought me to safety. It took me a while to recover, but when I did, I looked for you. Luke said you were gone, but I refused to believe it. Even though I couldn’t feel you through the Force- Wait…. Why can’t I feel you? Even right now with you sitting beside me, it’s like you’re not there. Are you blocking me? But why-” Suddenly, your gaze landed on something next to him and your eyes grew wide. Following your gaze, Kylo saw his helmet sitting on the floor. His eyes snapped back to yours and he was met with a different form of disbelief.

“No…. Ben…. It can’t be…” But as much as he tried to hide the guilt and shame on his face, he realized the second you looked back at him you knew. He watched the wave of horror roll across your features and the tears spring to your eyes. “What have you done?”

But before he could explain, the door to the room slid open and Hux stalked in, flanked by four troopers. Silently, the troopers grabbed you and began hauling you out of the room. You didn’t resist, you just kept your eyes trained on Kylo for as long as you were able, the look of betrayal and heartbreak still etched on your face.

The second you were out of sight, Kylo whirled to face Hux. “Where are you taking her?”

The other man sneered gleefully at Kylo’s distress. “The Supreme Leader was able to sense she had a connection with you from before. So, when she couldn’t be broken, he assumed finding out about your treachery would be the last straw he could use to finally break her. I guess we shall see shortly.” He turned to walk away but paused to say, “The Supreme Leader ordered you not to interfere. You may wait outside but you are not allowed in the interrogation room until we are done.” And with those final words, he left.

The next few hours were agony as Kylo was forced to wait to discover your fate. As he paced frantically outside the door of the interrogation room, he could hear your screams of anguish from inside but there was nothing he could do. Eventually, the sounds dimmed and gradually fell silent altogether and he realized how much worse silence could truly be.

Finally, the door opened and Hux emerged. Before he had taken more than a few steps out of the room, Kylo was at his side. “What happened!”

Hux smirked gleefully. “Even with your betrayal weakening her defenses, she held out longer than expected. But in the end, we got the information we were after though it took destroying her mind to do so.” Kylo felt all the blood drain from his face and Hux’s smirk grew bigger. “The Supreme Leader wants you to go retrieve the map as soon as the ships can be readied. It is on Jakku in the possession of an old acquaintance of yours. A man by the name of San Tekka.”

Kylo immediately remembered the man from his childhood. He was a friend and ally of his mother’s and somehow it didn’t surprise him that the map ended up in his possession. He nodded. “I understand. I will leave within the hour.”

Giving him one final sneer, Hux pushed past Kylo and retreated down the hall. As soon as he was alone, Kylo rushed to your side. You were still strapped to the interrogation table with your head lolled to the side. As he got closer, he could see your lips moving as if muttering something, but you weren’t making a sound. Your eyelids were half-closed but from what he could see, your eyes were glassy and vacant as they stared into nothingness. For the first time in years, Kylo Ren lowered his mental blocks and reached out to you through the Force. But the second his mind brushed against yours, he reeled back in horror. Hux was right. Whatever Snoke had done to you had utterly shattered your mind. All he could sense of the woman he loved were sharp shards and jagged slivers of your mind, barely recognizable as your own.

He turned his back to you, unable to bear seeing what you had been reduced to, what he had allowed to happen to you. You were gone and it was all his fault.

“It’s okay…..” Kylo whirled around at the sound of your voice, utterly amazed you had managed to say anything in your state. Yet your eyes were fully open and, though still unfocused, they held just the smallest spark of life. Maybe there was a chance you could heal. Maybe your connection to the Force was allowing you- “…. Ben will save me. He always saves me.”

Whatever hope he had for you evaporated as your words pierced his heart, sending a fresh wave of pain and regret through him. As he watched, the light in your eyes dimmed once more and your lips returned to their incessant, wordless movements.

Sadly, Kylo Ren bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead but you made no indication you had felt it. Then he turned and hurried from the room, leaving behind the shell of the woman he loved even now.

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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

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You Have to Wake Up

Fandom: Star Wars, Kylo Ren, f!reader

Word Count: 1888

TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Torture (mentioned), Mind Break, Betrayal, Lies

Just then, Hux exited the room, almost slamming into Kylo in the process. But before the general could make his usual snarky comment, Kylo demanded. “That girl. Who is she?”

“How?”

“By using this.” Hux pulled out something from his pocket and Kylo recognized it immediately. He had been there when you crafted it.

“Shhh. It’s alright. Just rest. You’ve been through a lot.” Kylo gently ran his hand over your hair soothingly.

You leaned into his hand as you continued to stare up at him in wonder. “He told me I was the only one to make it out that night. I thought….”

“He who?”

The second you were out of sight, Kylo whirled to face Hux. “Where are you taking her?”

Finally, the door opened and Hux emerged. Before he had taken more than a few steps out of the room, Kylo was at his side. “What happened!”

He turned his back to you, unable to bear seeing what you had been reduced to, what he had allowed to happen to you. You were gone and it was all his fault.

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solohux · 2 years

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There is a lot of fics where kylo brings an abandoned baby home ( honestly that sounds like a kylo thing to do lol) but imagine if hux Was the adopter! Could you please write hux coming back from a mission with a baby he found and he diden’t have the heart to leave her alone?

Kylo isn’t used to this.

The main hangar bay of the Finalizer is bustling with officers and stormtroopers in a moving sea of grey and white as the successful entourage from a mission on Jiraau are welcomed back and the crew disembark, receiving salutes from all of their comrades for taking out another rebellious faction and once again proving that order is above chaos.

But General Hux is nowhere in sight.

He was the commanding officer leading the assault on the Jiraau rebels, having conquered the planet’s wild terrain on various missions when he was a lieutenant; it only made sense for Hux to lead the ground assault this time too. Before the departure, Kylo remembers seeing an excitement in Hux’s eyes, one that only came with the thrill of battle. He’d unpacked his twin blasters from their velvet-lined box from underneath his bed and strapped them to his thighs in their holsters, and Kylo could only watch with hungry eyes and a lightly ajar mouth as Hux slid his slender fingers over his hips and thighs before caressing the blasters.

But now, Kylo finds himself biting his lip with concern, teeth digging into his skin whilst his gaze searches through the Force for his beloved. His presence is nearby but it’s hazy, as though Hux’s mind is filled with a concoction of emotions that are making him too difficult to read. Kylo clenches his fists, making his leather gloves squeak under the pressure of his anger. Despite his heavy and domineering presence, Kylo passes through the officers like a shadow; they’re all too focussed on celebrating with each other than to notice the skulking form of their agitated leader.

The proud, modified shuttle that carried Hux’s alpha squadron to victory is being tended to by a couple of droids, all beeping and whistling to each other as they work to patch up any scorch marks on the ship’s exterior and run diagnostic on the engines.

“Niney,” Kylo says, squatting down to his favourite BB-unit. The little black droid whistles happily and bumps its head against Kylo’s knee in an affectionate gesture but Kylo can only focus on his missing love. “Where is General Hux?”

BB-9E gives a few pondering beeps before he rolls past Kylo and towards the ramp of the stationary shuttle. The ball-shaped droid may struggle to get up the steep incline but he does so nonetheless, beckoning Kylo to follow him with little gestures of his head.

The shuttle is meant to be empty and yet there’s still the soft warm glow of the overhead lights in the passenger’s wing as well as some hushed whimpering sounds. Instinctively, Kylo’s hand lingers over his lightsaber but Niney’s angry beeps deter him from actually grabbing it and igniting it. The droid presses on, leading Kylo towards the light and gentle, unfamiliar sounds of cooing.

When the two come to the doorway into the passenger’s wing, Kylo freezes.

Hux is nestled on one of the benches, looking a little worse for wear. His face has scratches and mud on it whilst his hair is tousled and out of place in a very un-Hux-like manner but the most alarming thing about the entire scene is the small baby cradled in Hux’s unyielding arms. She can’t be more than a couple of months old, still tiny as though neglected. But despite her size, she looks calm and content to be rocked and fussed over by Hux.

“I thought we agreed no pets,” Kylo says, lifting and removing his helmet gingerly and setting it down on the bench.

Hux looks up and smiles—smirks—and relief floods Kylo’s veins that his General is truly okay despite not disembarking with the rest of his crew.

“She’ll be no trouble,” Hux jokes, adjusting the blue blanket around the baby’s head so that her soft tufts of brown hair can be seen. “I’ll make sure she’s looked after. Fed and watered and I’ll even take her out for walks.”

Kylo chuckles, momentarily forgetting that it isn’t a Loth Cat in Hux’s arms but a real baby so when the reality of the situation settles on his shoulders, he finds himself needing to sit down.

Hux gives BB-9E a pat on his head, “Thank you, Niney. You can go back to your duties now.”

The BB unit beeps happily and rolls away, returning to his important post.

Kylo raises an eyebrow, “Did you ask him to keep guard?”

“I just asked him to make sure that you knew where I was,” Hux replies. “I wanted you to meet her before anyone else.”

“Who is she?”

“An orphan.” Hux gently touches her little cheek, brushing away a stray tear. “We were coming away from the battleground, a junkyard, when I heard a strange noise. I couldn’t leave until I’d found out what the sound was. How could it have possibly been a child? We were in the middle of a ship graveyard and yet there she was, lying in a transparent durasteel pod with no one around. She was so tiny and so alone. I couldn’t leave her, Ren. I couldn’t.”

Kylo doesn’t need the Force to sense the despair in Hux’s mind as the memories of him finding the baby resurface and cause him hurt. He cuddles the little bundle close to him and kisses her head, rocking her softly.

“It’s okay,” Kylo says, shuffling closer to his beloved until their hips touch.

“It’s not,” Hux replies. “What do I know about raising a child? How could I possibly look after her? I can’t give her what she needs. My own father was—”

“You are not your father, Armitage,” Kylo says, placing a firm hand on Hux’s knee. “She needs you. She needs you to be the father that you didn’t have.”

Hux goes quiet, gently touching the hair on her head, with clear and projecting thoughts about ending anyone who dares harm it. Through the Force, Kylo can sense Hux’s mind combing back through vicious memory after vicious memory, remembering the way Brendol would berate and abuse him at every given opportunity. He cuddles his new baby closer to him as those memories fade and he turns to Kylo.

“Oh, Ren,” Hux sighs, looking into Kylo’s deep eyes with regrettable sorrow. “I’m sorry, my darling. We’re going to separate, aren’t we? I can’t ask this of you. I can’t ask you to do this with me.”

“You can,” Kylo says softly, cupping Hux’s cheek. “And I will. We’re one, aren’t we?”

“So you tell me,” Hux pouts. “Something about soulmates in the Force.”

“You’re my darkness and my destiny,” Kylo says, stealing a quick kiss. “The Force has shown me that time and time again. And now she’s here too, a part of you. A part of me.”

Hux’s eyes brim with joyous tears though he tries to hide them as he looks back down at the sleeping baby in his arms. Kylo follows and stares at her too, searching for a signature for her in the Force.

She’s there, in his circle, with Hux, like glowing embers in his heart and mind. He’ll protect them with everything he has because they’re his family; Kylo Ren, of all people, knows that blood does not make family.

#kylux #kylux babies #m:writing #thank you for the prompt darling! <3

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ao3feed--reylo · 1 year

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A Fleet of Fire & Fury

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/4IriKpS

by ValitaIloa

General Armitage Hux of the First Order has a penchant for meticulousness and precision. He is a loyal follower of the Supreme Leader, devoted to the cause of bringing structure to an unruly galaxy.

So, naturally, he falls in love the first time someone saves his life.

{or,

Two women trying to keep their respective idiots alive through a galactic war.}

Words: 61, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge (Attraction)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Other

Characters: Snoke (Star Wars), Enric Pryde, Armitage Hux, Original Resistance Characters (Star Wars), Original Sith Character(s), Original Female Sith Character(s), Rose Tico, Leia Organa, Poe Dameron, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Dopheld Mitaka, Original First Order Characters (Star Wars), Original Non-Human Character(s), Temmin "Snap" Wexley, Karé Kun, Jessika Pava, Poe Dameron's Black Squadron Members

Relationships: Armitage Hux/Original Female Character(s), Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Kylo Ren/Ben Solo, Leia Organa/Han Solo, Poe Dameron/Original Female Character(s), Poe Dameron/Original Character(s), Armitage Hux/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Fix-It of Sorts, Not Canon Compliant, We use canon like a buffet, no beta we die like greedo, Sexual Tension, Armitage Hux Lives, Armitage Hux Has Feelings, Mentioned Brendol Hux, Past Child Abuse, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Kidnapping, Undercover Missions, Undercover as a Couple, Uneasy Allies, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Sometimes Spicy?, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Dialogue, Protective Armitage Hux, Protective OC, Girl Saves Boy, Hurt Armitage Hux, Workplace Relationship, Banter, Accidental Plot, Dom/sub Undertones, Aftercare, Whump, Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Threats of Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/4IriKpS

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequel Trilogy #Reylo #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #AO3 #ne

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lescosplaysdebecky · 6 years

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And I’m back with more Flyboys shots!

Inspired by @gefionne‘s fanfiction, Flyboys

Photo by Killian Jacquemin Photographie

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deannaroxannewrites · 3 years

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Tropetember Day 12 - Getting together / Love confession / First kiss / Break-up/Make-up / Fix-it

Limp away with me

Pairing: Armitage Hux x GN!Reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Rating: Teen and up

TW: Injuries, implications of rough childhood

AN: Day 12 of @tropetember. So, this is quite rough and holds a lot of potential for fleshing out into a proper story, whether that's just a longer one or a multi-chapter. Is that something anyone would be interested in? Fix-it fic cos they did General Hugs dirty

Allegiant General Pryde has shot General Hux. Lucky you're the Surgeon General really.

Find this story on Ao3 here.

Word Count: 1.6k

“Allegiant General Pryde just shot General Hux.”

Your breath catches and you allow yourself a moment to close your eyes. Next moment, you’ve grabbed your bag and are focused back on task.

“Collect the body,” you direct them, “and bring it to the medbay autopsy lab. Carefully.”

You and Armitage had prepared for this eventuality. One of the advantages of having a partner in the medical core was that the chances of surviving treason were much higher.

Whilst neither of you had entered First Order service willingly (no matter what Hux said, you had both been forced into it), Armitage had quickly excelled and embraced his duties in an effort to outshine his father. To try and prove himself as worthy. You, on the other hand, had enacted the only act of rebellion against your family that you would be able to survive. You had chosen to enrol in the medical core rather than aiming for command. If you had to be a part of this monstrous cause, you would try to save as many as you could.

You’d worked your way quickly up to the rank of Surgeon General and had been stationed on the Supremacy for a number of years. Thankfully, you’d survived the reign of Snoke and, so far, had survived Ren’s reign of terror. It had been a blessing that Hux had been reassigned to the vessel from the Finaliser. You enjoyed each other’s company and it was helpful to be able to train on your self-defence with someone who wasn’t trying to beat the stuffing out of you to make a point. He was a good outlet for a lot of energy in other ways too.

You glance up from checking you have all your equipment when you realise the orderlies haven’t moved. You turn your most piercing stare on them.

“Did I stutter?”

They look at each other until one of them pulls up their big boy panties and says “he was shot for being a spy.”

You laugh. Mostly at the fact that one looks like he wants to cry and the other like he’s about to collapse. They don’t need to know that though.

“Yes, by Allegient General Pryde who is well known for being a thorough and competent leader. Oh wait. No, he’s not. He’s had a grudge against Hux since he reappeared from whatever hell hole he had been hiding in. I said go fetch me the body! Now!”

They scarper out and you take another deep breath to centre yourself before busying yourself again with grabbing supplies and the emergency make-a-break-for-it kit you stored in your office. You then straighten your uniform, brace yourself and head out into the chaos of the medical bay.

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Armitage is deathly pale when he finally is brought down to you but you swiftly move into action, infusing blood and bacta and checking the depth of the wound. You’d both known that, were he to be discovered, the weapon he was likely to be shot with would pierce the thin body armour he wore beneath his uniform. Unfortunately, it was the maximum thickness he could get away with before it became noticeable but you had both agreed that some bleeding would sell the ruse. You just didn’t like it.

Checking out the wound, you sigh out a quick breath of relief when you realise it is not too deep and hasn’t damaged any of the major blood vessels or organs. Though gruesome to witness, it was mostly superficial.

You lose yourself in your efforts, remaining undisturbed in the autopsy room, until you’re happy that he’s stable for travel. It’s at that point that you revive him, despite the fact he’s going to be in a world of pain.

He slowly blinks into reality with a scowl and a hiss of pain. You try to soothe him as best you can but there isn’t much you can do right now. You need him mobile to get to the shuttle and someone would notice you carrying him.

Gently running your hand through his hair you tell him “come on sweetheart. I know it hurts but we’ve got to move.”

Despite the pain, he seems alert and nods, letting out a grunt of agreement as he allows you to help him sit up and then stand. You gather the spare stormtrooper armour you’d pilfered a few months ago and quickly get him dressed up in it before leading the way swiftly to the small landing bay where Armitage’s private shuttle was stored.

You whisper a thanks to whatever Gods there are that the chaos on board the vessel means that there is noone around and you manage to get the pair of you on board with little drama. In fact, the whole escape into hyperspace is amazingly smooth and once you’re away with your course set, you sag a little in relief.

Or at least, you do until you see Armitage’s slumped frame and quickly grab him and get him moved to the small bedroom to continue his care and knock him back out while he heals.

You’re just about to inject the sedative when he grabs your hand, making you look at him.

“You know you are my world, don’t you?” he asks quietly.

You smile softly and lean forward to press a gentle kiss on his lips. You smile again as you feel him smile against you.

“I do, I wouldn’t have committed treason for anything less.”

He rolls his eyes before pressing another gentle peck to your lips and releasing you to get back your work. You take the opportunity to knock him out for now. It’s how he’ll be most comfortable.

And if you’re grinning so hard your face hurts, noone in deep space can see it. They can’t see you internally debating whether it’s ethical to dope someone up to get soppy confessions from them in the future either.

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It wasn’t often that General Dameron of the Resistance found himself in the Outer Rim.

Even 3 years after the end of the war, he was still mostly stuck to the core planets and mid-rim in efforts to support the Senate and help guard the peace which had settled upon the galaxy.

He’d been on a training mission with a few new recruits for Green Squadron when they’d been ambushed and they’d all received some pretty injuries despite eventually winning the battle. Injuries that required attention sooner than they would be able to if they headed back to base.

After a quick argument with Finn via the comms, the squad set course for a local med facility that was gaining a reputation for it’s high quality care.

Poe made sure all his squad were checked out before himself and he was happy that they were all being looked after so well. It was strange. The lead Doctor seemed familiar.

It wasn’t until you met his eyes that he realised.

You calmly continued his consultation, gently palpitating the wounds and collecting dressings, something you appeared to be doing more quickly than he was able to collect his thoughts.

“You!”

You snort. You can’t help it.

“Yes, me General Dameron.” You gently dab some bacta on some of the smaller cuts. “Did that break heal up correctly?”

He nods a bit dumbly. You’d been responsible for his care after Ren and a couple of the Stormtroopers had tortured him. You’d been a welcome relief, if he were honest. In fact, apart from the fact you’d worked for the First Order, he wasn’t aware of any accusations against you.

“I’m glad.” You finish wrapping his wrist and nod. “All done. Your pilots should be ready to go in around 2hrs, just to allow any drowsiness to wear off. I have some spare rooms if you need to stay on planet tonight?”

He thanks you profusely but explains that they are expected back tonight as you head back into the main waiting area. You shake his hand before leaving him and approaching a tall red-head across the room who instantly wraps his arm around your waist and drops a quick kiss on your head. You whisper to him for a few seconds and blue-green eyes suddenly lock with Poe’s before his face breaks out in a smile.

“General Dameron” Armitage says, approaching slowly and holding out a hand to a shell-shocked looking Dameron. “I’m glad you won. You and your squadrons are welcome to drop in here for treatment if you ever require it and are close by. Free of charge”

Poe, for his part, has a LOT of thoughts at this moment. Part of him wants to jump up and arrest him immediately whilst another screams that he was a spy and was seriously harmed because of it. It’s neither of these things that eventually seals his reaction though. It’s the loving glance Armitage throws your way as you offer them both coffee, the expression rendering him almost unrecognisable when juxtaposed against the version he used to know.

“Thank you.” He finally chokes out. “I’m assuming you’re not known by your old names?” Given the whole living in peace and not being turned into the authorities and all that?”

Hux just laughs.

“You would be correct. We’re both going by Y/N’s mother’s maiden name.”

“Oh?”

“Yes” Armitage says, looking far too amused. “We’re Armitage and Y/N Organa.”

Poe’s jaw drops to the flood. How on EARTH was he going to explain any of this?

Turns out, after it became the top recommended med centre by all members of the Resistance, he didn’t have to. He just had to keep pretending he didn’t know Hux had survived and not let Finn anywhere near. Poe was good at keeping his mouth shut.

Strange galaxy you live in really. And you couldn’t be happier

#tropetember #fix it fic #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #armitage hux x reader #armitage hux x you #general hux x reader #tw: injury #may get reworked #rough

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masterjedilenawrites · 3 years

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Generally Awkward

Characters: General Hux, and his nameless/gender neutral date

Length: 983 words

A/N: Based on this prompt because drabbles are harder than I thought and I don’t know why I ever made a prompt list for them and I just really needed to write more words about this sad, awkward man...

Armitage Hux was not a patient man by any stretch of the imagination. But he was an anxious one, and perhaps just slightly ridiculous, too. It was his own fault, after all, that he had chosen to arrive a full forty-five minutes early, and thus force himself to endure the one thing he found most stressful in the galaxy: waiting.

He drummed his fingers on the table next to his drink, a tall glass of something pale and sparkly he hadn't bothered learning the name of. He'd been much too distracted by his own thoughts when the waitress had recommended it. The rest of his mannerisms were of a similar fashion: leg bouncing under table, eyes jumping between watch and door, tongue desperately licking very dry lips.

Hux was a natural-born leader; he had made his way to the top of the food chain with confidence, poise, and charisma. He'd commanded squadrons and spoken from podiums and stood alongside the galaxy's most powerful people.

But he had never been on a date.

A date with the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes, no less. How he had managed such a feat was a question he refused to answer, just in case it turned out he actually hadn't.

When they finally arrived, it was like his every nerve was on high alert. He stood abruptly from his chair, creating a harsh scraping sound that echoed embarrassingly throughout the humble establishment. Thankfully his date didn't seem to mind, giving him a smile as they greeted him, politely asking how he was this evening. He stuttered out a word in response; he wasn't sure if it was Fine or Good because he thought of both at the same time and didn't actually hear which one ended up coming out of his mouth, not when his ears were so hot. Could a temperature be noisy? Apparently.

His date must have responded but he didn't catch that, either. They were shrugging off their coat and he then realized he should be a gentleman and help pull out their chair. He was overly cautious about the legs on the floor this time and avoided any further uncivilized sounds as he scooted it under them.

"This is so nice," his date was saying by the time he got himself back into his own chair on the other side of the table. "I've never been here before."

They looked around sheepishly, like they were admitting some kind of secret. Hux knew they were not exactly from an affluent background and would have most likely been intimidated by the ritzier places he was more accustomed to frequenting. He'd still chosen a nice place - he wasn't taking his first date to a bar for goodness sake - but it was smaller and quieter, as a comfortable compromise.

"Yes, it is nice," he said, focusing more on his manners than getting a conversation going. He realized his mistake too late as the silence between them settled in like a dense fog. He felt so distant and disconnected from the person across the table. This was a date; the opposite was supposed to be happening.

"So..." he started, only his date had opened their mouth with similar intentions and their words collided over each other in a clumsy mess.

"Oh sorry--"

"Oops--"

"Go ahead--"

"You first--"

"Um--"

Eventually they were saved from their fumbling by the waitress. Hux hadn't looked at the menu, even in the forty-five minutes he'd made himself wait for no reason. He only knew a few of the dishes from previous visits so he picked the first one he could find on his cursory glance of the page. His date smiled and said they would have the same. They trusted his taste, his judgment. He felt his chest swell a little at the thought.

"You were going to say?" Hux managed to get out first.

His date blushed and fiddled with their hair as they dove into a quick story about how they almost ran late due to a situation in their apartment lobby involving a security guard and a bird. Hux couldn't help but chuckle softly along with them, even though it wasn't a particularly funny tale. He was free here, free from heavy-handed expectations, and free to emote as openly as he chose. And he would gladly laugh at only mildly humorous anecdotes so long as they came from the person sitting across from him.

If Hux had recounted his first date ventures to a friend afterward, he would have stated the conversation flowed pleasantly from there, moving from topic to topic as naturally as if they had known each other for ages. But firstly, Hux didn't have friends. And secondly, it would have been a lie. He could easily schmooze a politician or discuss tactics with military commanders, but he could not seem to get the hang of the simple process of getting to know someone.

He stumbled over his words whenever they asked him a question. He dropped his fork in his food because his hands were too sweaty. At one point he simply gave up and excused himself to the refresher, despite his cocktail still remaining neglected. Time seemed to drag on and on.

And yet, regardless of his nerves and his awkwardness and his sweat, he couldn't say he was miserable. No, misery belonged to his childhood, enclosed by those cold, heartless walls of his father's rooms. This date, shared with a person whose eyes he was convinced shone brighter than any known star in space, was far from misery or even mundane neutrality.

That's why, when the food was later cleared and the bill paid and the crisp evening air met their still-blushing faces, Hux was able to forget each and every uncomfortable moment as he looked down at them and asked to do it all again a second time.

#star wars #general armitage hux #awkward first date #drabble turned one shot #hux x reader #hux x oc

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spicymayo1983 · 3 years

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Hiya. Been in the country housesitting for someone while they are out of state and my fanfiction mind has been working overtime. Lol.

You are a female first order lieutenant that played an important role in the capture of the resistance leader of the black squadron, Captain Poe Dameron.

The man is mentally and physically tough. After enduring hours of torture noone can get him to talk.

You are brought in as a secret weapon because your powers of seduction and persuasion are fairly legendary among the first order. Perhaps even the galaxy. You were fuck buddies with Kylo Ren for awhile but you broke it off.

Commandant Hux is confident in your abilities. But will you have the tables turned? Will you be seduced instead?

Warnings, the usual, sex, smut, some language, light bondage, sadomaschism, language, unprotected sex, just flat out nastiness, torture, some humor. Lol. Under 18? Avert your eyes.

From pain to pleasure

It's really him, you think silently to yourself as you are led into the cold interrogation room by two stormtroopers.

Poe Dameron is strapped into a chair, handcuffed, where he had been since he was captured during the battle of Jakuu.

He has a resolute, cocky look on his face as you walk in, even though he is resistance filth you are taken aback a little by how attractive he is.

His smooth, tan skin, deep brown eyes framed by thick lashes and that curly hair that was just begging to have your fingers run through it just kind of sucked you in.

You may be first order but you are still a red-blooded woman, after all.

Snap out of it! You warn yourself in your head.

You are standing before him, wearing your black uniform of the enemy. You are beautiful in a frightening, intimidating way.

The expression on your face is calm, cool, but angry.

"The other guys couldn't get me to talk what makes you think you are so damn special?" Poe tells you with a little laugh.

"I am not a guy!" You snap back at him, immediately slapping him across his gorgeous face with your full strength, his words offended you.

"It's gender neutral, I call everyone guy, I refuse to assume anyone's gender". Poe replies with a smirk, your hand had left a palm shaped welt on his cheek but he barely flinched.

He is looking you up and down, his eyes feel like they are almost undressing you. "I can see that you are a woman now, wow".

"You think you're so fucking funny". You answer back sharply, the cold look never leaving your eyes. "Tell me where the Droid is and we won't kill you".

You give him another slap across the face and then you shock him with your taser. Poe writhes and moans in pain but remains quiet.

Torturing him is arousing you quite a bit, you are a sadomasochist, a hard hearted dominatrix, your sexual relationship ended with Kylo Ren because of it. You had to be in control and he had to be in control. It just couldn't work. Kylo was even more masochistic than you with so many sick, twisted desires. It was fun while it lasted.

Feeling a mixture of rage, and heat in your lower half you straddle Poe's lap as he is strapped into the interrogation chair, you can tell by the rather large, hard bulge in his pants that he was aroused too.

You shock him in the ribs with your taser again, after Poe is done moaning in pain you slap him hard again for good measure.

You then start to run your fingers through his soft curls and you lean in and nibble on his neck a little, Poe doesn't push you away. Instead he kisses you passionately back.

You are getting worked up and he senses this. Poe decides to exploit your weakness.

"Baby, if you want to make this fun I'll make it worth your time". Poe whispers into your ear. "But you'll need to loosen or remove these cuffs".

"I can't do that but I can do this". You reply as you start to unbutton your jacket, revealing your bare breasts to him.

"First order goes commando? That's interesting knowledge". Poe tells you with a laugh. "The legend herself, I've heard stories about you".

"The legend himself". You reply back, a wicked smile appearing on your face as you slap him again. "I could say the same about you".

"I want to touch those beautiful breasts so badly". Poe whispers to you seductively. "Free me".

You slap him again but you relent, the look in his dark, puppy dog eyes is impossible to resist. You're angry that he has gotten into your head. You have let lust overwhelm you. You just want him to fuck you, now.

You undo the cuffs and instead of making a break for it Poe starts to hungrily touch your breasts, focusing on your rock hard nipples.

He takes one into his mouth and starts sucking, you moan in pleasure and rock in his lap, you are wet, and wanting him badly.

"I want to be inside of you". Poe whispers seductively in your ear.

You slap him hard again and then undo his leg shackles, you free him from the chair and the two of you retreat into the dark recesses of the room together.

You are on the cold, hard floor together, you remove the rest of your uniform and then help Poe out of his.

Lying next to you his hand immediately moves between your legs and he starts exploring every delicate, wet fold with his fingers.

This is different for you because you are letting Poe take control and you aren't getting angry, unlike your encounters with Kylo.

As he gently massages your erect clit he whispers into your ear, "Let me taste you now".

"No, I won't allow it". You answer back sharply.

But your body is telling you otherwise, with a somewhat irritated sigh you roll over on your back and open your legs up to him.

His head instantly moves between your legs, Poe grasps your hips in his hands, lifting you up a little.

You, the badass, dominant, first order officer, have fallen hard for his raw sex appeal.

Deep down you hate yourself for it but you relent to the pleasure as he eats you out unlike anyone has ever been allowed to do before.

Your body feels like jelly and you've already enjoyed several pleasurable climaxes and the man hasn't even fucked you yet.

"Sex doesn't need to hurt to feel good". Poe whispers into your ear as he teases your wet slit with one of his fingers. "I want to make you feel pleasure that you've never known before, something tells me you need it".

"I don't need anything from you!" You bark sharply as you slap him across the face again.

Poe smiles tenderly at you and gently grabs the very hand that just hit him. To your surprise he begins to kiss and suck your fingers.

"I still hate you, you know". You tell him with a bitter laugh as you slap him again, this time in a soft, playful manner. "I wouldn't hesitate to kill you in a second".

"Oh, I can sense it". Poe replies as he starts to gently caress your hand. "That's what makes this so wrong, damn it I have a weakness for bad girls".

The two of you enjoy a long, steamy makeout session, you can taste the blood in his mouth, something that arouses you even more.

You place your legs on his shoulders and Poe slowly, carefully enters you. You cry out in pleasure as his thick organ fills you up and stretches you out.

He fucks you for a good 10 minutes in that position and then rolls you over for more in the classic missionary.

Poe buries his head between your breasts and you run your fingers through his glorious hair. Damn it he's right, you think to yourself bitterly, I did need this.

You feel his cock get harder as he cums inside of you, he moans with delight and closes his eyes as and fills you with his warm seed.

Poe is satisfied with accomplishing something from his X rated bucket list, completely own and creampie a first order officer, female or male.

And as usual, his partner was left satisfied and longing for more.

Unfortunately though, he is still a prisoner of the first order so after the two of you get dressed you shackle him back into the interrogation chair.

You now have a soft spot for him, and you can't stand it.

"This is a formality" You explain as you lock Poe up again. "Someone will be in to see you shortly".

"Why are all the beautiful women so fucking crazy?" Poe quips as you tighten his shackles and handcuffs.

But before you leave you lean down and run your fingers through his hair again and look into his gorgeous eyes one last time.

You hate him for being rebellion scum but you are also hating him for being so good looking.

The end

#poe dameron #poe dameron smut #poe dameron x reader

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anotherknightofren · 3 years

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[Kylo Ren] Paralyzed - Chapter Three

A little over a year had passed since your joining of the First Order, your training under Kylo Ren and your induction into the Knights of Ren. Life had been relatively better since you accepted their offer, joining their ranks. You’d trained further, honing your skills to be more than what they were and proving yourself to be a formidable opponent against any and all of the First Order’s enemies.

Currently you were wandering the halls of the Finalizer, garbed in your newest attire which hugged your curves almost perfectly, the bottom of your coat trailing behind you as you walked. Your boots clacked against the floor with every step, your eyes scanning the familiar faces of the officers that worked about the ship.

“Ah, [Y/N]. Out for a leisurely stroll?”

You stopped as you heard the voice address you, turning towards it. “Ah, Ginger Express. I could ask you the same.” You smiled innocently, placing a hand on your hip. “I see that your soldiers have nearly tripled in the last year. You must be proud.”

“Mockery again, [Y/N]?” He frowned at you, his hands behind his back. He let his eyes move about the surrounding area before they rested on you once more. “I would have thought you to be with Ren.”

“Contrary to popular belief, Hux,” You made a face at the older male. “I don’t spend my every waking moment with him, but if I happen to run into him, I’ll be sure to let him know that you’re looking for him.”

He shifted before he heard familiar footsteps. “It appears that won’t be necessary.” He turned to the approaching male. “Kylo Ren.”

“Harassing my Knight again, Hux?” He questioned before noting the expression on his face. “You were looking for me. Why?”

“We have gathered information in regards to the map. I have already informed the Supreme Leader.” He kept his stance, hands placed firmly behind his back as he heard you shift behind him. “This doesn’t involve you, [L/N]. If you’ll excuse us.” He proceeded to venture down the corridor away from you, making his way towards the bridge with Kylo.

You rolled your eyes as you watched them disappear from sight. “This doesn’t involve you.” You mocked, turning on your heel but offering a final glance down the corridor. When you didn’t see Kylo returning, you took your leave and headed towards a more secluded spot on the Finalizer. You sat on the edge, your knee brought up to your chest while your other leg hung over the edge. One wrong move and you could slip into the ‘abyss’ that lingered below. It was comforting, living life on the edge whether it was figuratively or literally.

“A little over a year and everything still feels the same.” You whispered to yourself, holding your hand out as you examined it before your eyes moved to the stars just outside the ship’s shields. ”Tell me, was it truly nothing that didn’t involve me? Did we find the missing piece of the map to Skywalker?”

”They believe they’ve tracked it down.”

You smirked. ”That’s perfect. Where are we headed?”

”Always so eager to be involved. I trained you well. Turn around.”

You turned yourself partly to see the familiar figure of your mentor, a smile on your face. “Do you believe the information that Hux gave you? Where did he say we could find what we’re looking for, some remote planet in the middle of nowhere?”

Kylo stepped forward, extending a gloved hand to you and pulled you to your feet the moment your hand took his own. “A spiritual village on Jakku. Tuanul.” He stood with you, watching the way your face twisted at his words. “You don’t have to come down onto the planet if you wish to remain here.”

“Master, you know I will remain here if you will it, but if there will be bloodshed, you know that I’m more inclined to be there.” Your smile was soft but your words were as dark as your heart, especially when you ran your tongue across your lips. “I want to be there when you finally get what you’re looking for, and I want to wipe this miserable village off the face of Jakku.”

“You never cease to amaze me, [Y/N]. It will take some time to get there but when we arrive, we’ll take four squadrons to the surface with us. There is a good chance we won’t have to do much, but should anyone try to stop us-“

You placed a hand on his arm. “I’ll kill them all.” You almost whispered, chuckling afterwards. “You have my word, none will survive unless you command it.” You moved to step around him, stretching before you let a yawn escape you.

“When was the last time you got a decent rest?” He questioned as he turned to stand beside you, lifting your chin to examine your face and take note of your tired eyes. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. Return to our quarters and rest.”

“Will you join me, Master?” You playfully teased as you touched his hand only to chuckle shortly afterwards. “I’m fine.” You stared at the visor, moving to lightly poke it. “You worry too much about me sometimes. Snoke might call it a weakness.”

Kylo frowned behind the mask. “It is not a weakness-“

“I’m teasing, honest.” You held your hands up in your defence. “Truthfully, you’ve been the only real friend I’ve ever had. Whether you feel the same is unknown to me, but it’s only natural to worry about someone if you care about them. I worry about you more than you’ll realize. I appreciate that you don’t invade my thoughts.”

“You broadcast your thoughts to me when you sleep, I’ve no need to invade or intrude.”

You blinked before you frowned. “You’re a terrible liar. I’ve nothing to hide anyways. Unless you’re curious to see what I truly think~” You smiled innocently. “Wait until Jakku, invade my thoughts while I slaughter the villagers. I’m sure you’ll get quite the visual of how your apprentice operates.” You gently pat his chest before yawning again. A slight shuffle and you put your hand up. “I’m going, you don’t have to tell me twice but you should take your own advice. Your nightmares are quite troublesome, Master. I can only do so much for you.” With that said, you started your trek back to your shared quarters, rubbing your tired eyes and yawning again.

“Worn yourself out, [L/N]?” Hux came around the corner, smirking at your tired expression. “Perhaps the little princess needs a nap before our next assignment.”

You sighed, clearly uninterested. “Sure thing, Huxxy. Don’t worry that pretty little ginger top of yours, I’ll be plenty rested before we reach our destination. I’m ever the obedient apprentice.” You moved to curtsy to him in a mocking manner before swinging your arm in front of your chest as you bowed. “You should get some beauty rest yourself. You’ll need it- oh, wait. We’re doing all the hard work again! Never mind. Carry on, sunshine. You’re doing a bang up job.” You gave him a thumbs up before flipping him off and continuing towards your quarters.

”Please remind me why we need to keep Hux alive again, because if you don’t, I might have to explain to the Supreme Leader why I murdered him.”

”Perhaps you should take a different route back to our quarters as to avoid him so we don’t need to have that conversation with him.”

You rolled your eyes as you punched in the code and stepped into the room, kicking your boots off and tossing your coat over a chair. ”I shouldn’t have to take an alternate route anywhere. His dislike towards you has clearly shifted onto myself as well.”

”Perhaps choking him wasn’t the best first impression.”

You scoffed. ”Maybe he shouldn’t have called me an insignificant wench the first time we spoke. Not everyone is as forgiving as I am.” You pulled your shirt off along with your pants and set them neatly on top of the dresser in the room. ”I’m still surprised you haven’t sent me off to another room, considering how it probably looks to everyone onboard.” You glanced towards the door for a moment before you climbed into the bed, pulling the blanket over your small frame and settled yourself in. It was definitely colder than it normally was and a small sigh escaped your lips. ”Whatever it is that you’re doing, I’ll see you when you return, Master.” And with that, you were asleep.

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”Don’t do this, —. Please don’t go this way.”

”No, no, no. You’re still.. holding on!! Let go!!”

Your eyes shifted towards the door, familiar yet unknown to you. You could hear the voices behind it, something familiar about one of them. Cautiously, you reached towards the panel but hesitated. Why were you hesitating? You stared at the door, the voices still faint inside until you heard a louder sound come from the room. “...” You reached for the panel again only for the door to slide open before you could even open it yourself, your gaze meeting that of a blurred figure. The two of you stood there, watching each other for only a few fleeting moments before they shot you back across the corridor.

”Shit..” You breathed out as your body hit the wall a lot harder than you’d expected. Eyes narrowing, your head shot up to look back down the hall for the figure to be gone from sight. “You’ll pay for that.” You hissed as you got to your feet and walked down the corridor only to stop when you caught a glimpse of what was in the room. A figure, shrouded and blurred, lay on the floor.

”—!” You quickly ran across the room, sliding and dropping at its side, examining its face before you felt anger boiling within you. Looking around the room, you could see bodies dressed in red and your head shot back to the door before you rose, rushing out of the room as fast as your legs could carry you. Moving through the corridors, you stopped when you reached the hangar. It was engulfed in flames, complete chaos. You couldn’t believe what was in front of your eyes as you slowly walked into the burning room. “Where are you?! I know you’re here somewhere!” You screamed out amongst the chaos before you heard a sound come from behind you. As you turned, an explosion went off and sent you flying.

You woke sometime in the middle of the night with a startled gasp, your chest heavy and breathing rapidly. Your entire body trembled, sweat soaked hair sticking to your face and your entire body covered in sweat. It had been quite some time since the nightmares plagued you but this. It felt completely different than anything you had felt before. You looked around the room, eyes wide as you took in your surroundings. After a moment, you threw on your clothes and bolted from the room, running down towards the hangar. Several Stormtroopers looked at you, noticing the frantic expression and stared at you while you seemed confused about something.

“Lady [Y/N], are you alright?”

You glanced at one before stepping back, seemingly unsure before nodding and looking away. Why you’d felt the need to check to see if everything was intact was beyond your comprehension, but there you stood, completely confused.

“[Y/N].”

You didn’t move as the metallic voice came from behind you, your arms wrapping around your small frame. The dream, it felt so real, like you were actually living it. You made a face, small frame trembling slightly the more you thought about it. You weren’t on the Finalizer, you were on a different ship entirely.

“[Y/N], look at me.”

You remained motionless, your eyes shifting from one spot on the floor to another before you felt a hand on your arm that caused you to jump, your hand instantly shooting out to shove and hold him against the wall. When realization sunk in, you dropped both him and your hand, your expression in both complete shock of what you’d just done and the very fact that you were now scared of the consequences. “I-I’m.. I’m sorry..” You breathed out, stepping back from him.

“Come with me.” He stepped forward to grab your arm and pull you back to your quarters with him, not stopping until both of you were behind the locked door. In a mere matter of moments, he had removed the helmet and tilted your head up to look at him. His eyes scanned your face before he frowned. “What happened? Was it a nightmare?”

You tensed and looked away. “I.. don’t know what it was. It felt real.. so real..” You muttered, remaining motionless once again. “Kylo, I don’t understand.. I’m.. afraid..”

His gaze remained on you and he didn’t move before he guided you to the bed, forcing you to sit down. “The fact that you are afraid is what worries me most. In the short time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you like this.”

“I.. don’t understand it..” You whispered, looking up at him. “Kylo.. can you read my mind..? Maybe you can make sense of it more than I can..”

He stared at you. “Are you sure you want me to invade your mind like this? You’re always so.. sure about me never reading your thoughts.”

“I.. don’t want to be afraid of it..” You looked up at him, eyes begging for help, for clarification. “If it’s a vision of what’s to come, I want to know.. I need to be prepared to face this..”

“You think the Force is showing you the future?”

“It felt too real to be a nightmare, Kylo. It felt so familiar, like I was actually there..” You almost whimpered. “But I could not see who the other two were. They were blurred out, even the voices sounded hidden.”

“It’s not something uncommon, but [Y/N], maybe it’s-“

You slammed your hands down on the bed, pushing yourself to your feet. “I know what I saw! The hangar was burning, in complete chaos! Someone was hurt, and someone was fleeing! I’m no fool, Kylo! That’s not just nothing!” You snapped.

He tensed at your sudden outburst, a bit surprised to have seen you this frazzled. “So you’ll spend your time fretting over this.. vision?”

You stared at him, anger seething within you. “I.. don’t know.. I don’t know what to make of it!” You continued, looking away with a huff. “I’m bothered by it.. I..” You frowned. “Maybe I should ask the Supreme Leader for advice.”

Your words caught him by surprise once again. “You wish to speak with the Supreme Leader in regards to this matter? He would tell you that you have no need to fret over it, just as I have been trying to do the same.”

“Then what am I to do?! It’s troubling me, at the back of my mind I worry for who was involved! It was someone I clearly cared for!”

Kylo sighed. “And who do you care for? Who do you have those feelings for, when we know they are a sign of weakness?”

You made a face at him. “I don’t know. My parents, for one.” You grumbled. “But I thought them dead. Maybe.. they’re alive after all.”

“Or perhaps it is someone else.” He commented, watching you before looking away. “After we get the map, we will talk to the Supreme Leader. Wait until then.”

You let out a sigh, slowly working at calming yourself. “Very well. Your map first, my questions second.” You moved to sit on the edge of the bed again. “I hope the Supreme Leader has the answers I’m looking for, otherwise I don’t know what I’m going to do about this.. vision.”

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tomatette · 6 months

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Another little manip for the amazing fic "Flyboys" by @gefionne If interested, find more here.

#Flyboys #armitage hux #squadron leader hux #ben solo #pilot officer solo #kylo ren #kylux #photo edit #photo manip #my edit #my edits #mine #general hux #hux #benarmie #allthestuffimade

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deafblindshorty · 3 years

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New Resistance Headcanons

So, I made a few posts of headcanons for Star Wars Resistance characters. However, I made those before the series ended and before TROS came out. Now that the both series are over, and we got to know the characters better, I thought of new ones!

Kazuda Xiono:

CB-23 helped Kaz through the loss of Hosnian Prime and PTSD. He didn’t want to give the FO the satisfaction of being broken emotionally, which is why he’s his normal, cheerful self in seaosn 2 (and TROS, apparently)!

When he was little, he wanted to be like his father, that is, until he attended a sky race. Since then, he has wanted to be a racer.

His squadmates from the premiere (Hugh Sion and Mia Gabon) had been his best friends since childhood.

He had every hologame ever created

He never wanted to go to military school. In fact, he did everything he could to get himself expelled. But, when he found out his father was pulling strings to keep him there, he gave in and started behaving better.

He was in his first year of military school when the napkin bombing (In the Bloodline novel) happened. When he heard about it, he freaked out and was really worried about his parents. When he heard that Leia saved all the senators, that’s when he began to admire her. That admiration didn’t fade when he found out she is the daughter of Darth Vader. Of course, his father didn’t agree with him, in fact, they got into a shouting match, which ended with Senator Xiono smacking Kaz across the face and grounding him for an entire season.

Wedge Antilles was Kaz’s flight instructor. He told Kaz stories of the Rebellion, which got Kaz interested in joining the Resistance.

He has gone on a few dates, but the girls he dated were only with him because he was rich or because they felt sorry for him.

He’s actually pretty smart when it comes to academics. He got the scar on the side of his head from a training accident. He tripped and fell onto a sharp ledge and had to have surgery. The injury affected his mobility, which is why he’s so clumsy.

He is (was?) close to his mother, who loves him and supports him in everything he does.

He had a nanny droid who was like a second mother to him.

His mother would take him to the Hanging Gardens and lunch at the cafe there, and Kaz secretly loved it.

He thought about starting a family when he was good and ready, and vows never to treat his children the same way his father treated him.

He has only been drunk once. He stumbled around town and broke into a store and made out with a mannequin. Since then, he vowed never to drink more than one glass per week.

He hated attending Senate dinners and banquets, but, in order to please his father, he kept still and hid his emotions behind a smile.

His only other language is binary, but he picked up a few languages after being on the Colossus.

He often imagined telling Tam, Neeku, and Torra the truth about why he was on the Colossus. Deep down, he knew that Neeku probably would have told the entire station within the hour, and Tam would have turned him in the first chance she got.

After Torra told him she knew he was in the Navy, he was secretly relieved that at least one person besides Yeager knows some truth about who he is. He would tell Torra stories about the Navy and Hosnian Prime. He promised her he would take her there someday.

He started to develop a crush on Torra, but instantly shook off those feelings when he found out how old (well, young) she is. If he pursued her, then Doza would kill him slowly and painfully.

He had nightmares about the Hosnian Cataclysm. Every time he’d close his eyes, he saw Hosnian Prime being destroyed.

He hid his grief for his home and his family and friends from everyone. In private he would sob his eyes out while clutching his lucky trophy like a lifeline, but otherwise, he’d put on a smile. Yeager and Torra know he’s lying, but decided to let him grieve his own way.

He bears no ill will towards the Resistance for not coming to their aid or failing to save the Hosnian System. Instead, he’s grateful they saved his life by recruiting him.

He feels bad about doubting Captain Doza, and even worse when he found out his wife is in the Resistance.

On their way to their missions, Poe would tell Kaz of his adventures throughout his life. Kaz loved hearing those stories, and was surprised to learn that Poe was from Yavin 4.

Deep down, he cannot understand why Tam is so intolerant towards him, but is okay with Neeku.

Initially did not like Yeager that much, but over time, he became like a father to him.

Kaz found a big brother in Poe, a little brother in Kel, and little sisters in Torra and Eila.

When he meets Rey, he is in awe. He’s never met a Jedi before. They instantly hit it off, bonding over mechanic-ing, piloting, and having an evil family member (If Hamato is with the FO).

He tries not to show it, but he is beyond sick of people doubting him and teasing him about his clumsiness and shrieking every five minutes.

It took every ounce of his willpower not to attack Hux at the Titan.

Jumped at the chance to join Lando’s fleet at Exegol.

“Hit those underbelly cannons. Every one we knock out is a world saved.” Kaz knocked out eight: five for the Hosnian system, one for Tehar, one for Aeos, and one for Castilon.

He was shocked that Poe used to be a spice runner, but accepted it and moved on.

He helped the Resistance rebuild and redeem the New Republic.

Yeager:

Yeager was born on Batuu during the end of the Clone Wars. Marcus was born ten years later.

Yeager joined the Rebellion a few months before the destruction of Alderaan.

His parents were killed by the Empire before the Battle of Endor.

He was in Green Squadron with Shara Bey (Poe’s mom).

He met Leia, Han, Luke, Cassian, Mon, Ackbar, Wedge, Norra, Shara, Kes, and Hera. He actually had a little crush on Leia until he heard she was taken.

He met Doza during the Battle of Jakku.

He and his squadron took down the main star destroyer. That destroyer had all the main computers and weapons for the battle.

He met his late wife after he was injured at the Battle of Jakku. She was a doctor.

He looked after Marcus after their parents died.

He and his wife tried for many years to conceive a child, finally succeeding nine years after the Battle of Jakku.

His ship was named after his late wife, Ayala.

He babysat Poe a few times.

He was there for Poe and Kes after Shara died.

After the death of his family, he punched Marcus, told him he never wanted to see him again, then disappeared.

Like Kaz, Yeager grieved in private. He became emotionally detached. When he hugged Marcus after the Platform Classic, that was the very first time he hugged someone since his family died.

Each night, he’d take his family photo to bed and talk to it about his day.

When Tam applied for a job at his shop, Yeager was instantly reminded of his late daughter (as well as Marcus). He accidentally called Tam by his daughter’s name once. They never spoke of the incident again. Tam was everything Yeager imagined his daughter would be like.

Over the years, he came across attractive women, but he never acted on them because he felt he’d be betraying his family.

The destruction of the Hosnian System reminded Yeager of Alderaan and his own family’s deaths. He hugged Kaz, but it was uncomfortable for both of them.

He was initially glad that Poe didn’t recruit him for the spy mission, but as he grew to care about Kaz, he kind of wished he agreed to do it in the first place.

Tam:

Tam was born on Kuat. Her mother died when she was a baby.

Once she was old enough, her father dragged her along to all of his races.

She heard stories about the Empire and the Rebellion from her father, who watered it down.

Her grandfather was actually forced to work at that Imperial factory. Sort of a reversed Jyn and Galen thing. Jyn thought Galen worked for the Empire because he loved it and hated him for it, but realized he was forced to work for the Empire. Tam actually loved her grandfather for working for the Empire, and thought he worked at that factory because he loved it.

Tam’s father died of bloodburn when she was eighteen.

Tam was angry after losing her ship and that race. Yeager calmed her down and talked to her a few times about it. He became like a father to her.

Hype was her first real friend. When he forgot all about their friendship, Tam took it really hard.

She was hesitant upon making friends with Neeku, but over time they became really good friends.

After Kaz joined Team Fireball, and everything that’s happened afterwards, she felt like her world was collapsing at an alarming rate. Kaz took her friends, her ship, and her father figure. She even envisioned smothering Kaz in his sleep.

She was surprised when Supreme Leader Ren wanted to meet with her. They bonded over joining the FO because they were lied to and deceived.

She gave the Fireball to Kaz, feeling that she doesn’t deserve it after everything that happened.

Neeku:

Neeku grew up on Tatooine (he came from a long line of bantha herders, and his species prefer desert climates).

He is the anti-Anakin: loves sand, was born and raised free, and did not like racing; but loved watching races.

He is either autistic or he has Asperger's.

He spent some time at Mos Eisley, which is where he’s seen bounty hunters.

When he arrived at the Colossus, he wandered around trying to make friends.

He and Rey would instantly bond over growing up on desert planets and being mechanics.

#star wars #star wars resistance #headcanons #star wars headcanons #sw headcanons #kazuda xiono #jarek yeager #tamara ryvora #neeku vozo

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moonknightly · 4 years

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Forgive My Sins : Poe Dameron x Reader

Pairing: First Order!Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Excerpt: “You hated how quickly your gaze fluttered over to him — how much control he truly had over you. You hated the way your body reacted to just a couple of small commands thrown from him, and how he undoubtedly knew the effect he had on you.”

Warnings: It’s smut. Choking and cursing is about the extent of it though?

You knew you were in for it.

You could hear it in the tone of his voice, in the sharp bite and the unrelenting sting. And that had been before your actions were even solidified, when they were still nothing more than thoughts rattling inside of your head. Before you had even made a firm and final decision, and before you had unabashedly flipped the switch to your comm system, effectively cutting off whatever venomous words your captain had been threatening you with at the time.

The quiet had been welcoming in the moment. It had given you time to think, time to act. You had been able to give your complete and utter attention to your plan, and still had enough focus left to make sure that you weren’t going to get yourself killed.

But now, the silence in the cockpit of your TIE was almost deafening, causing nervous butterflies to rally in the pit of your stomach as the last bout of adrenaline died within your veins. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be completely pissed off once you made it back on board, and that you might even lose your rank as a squadron leader. If there was one thing you knew to be true about Captain Dameron, it was that he hated being ignored. Hated not being in control, and you had blatantly defied his orders, not caring for a single moment as his voice crackled through your comlink, telling you to pull back and retreat, to disengage.

His voice had been full of tension, most of it due to the rage flooding his chest no doubt, but there had been something else there too, just under the surface, trying to break free. A hint of worry, perhaps, and maybe even a dash of fear.

But you also could have been imagining that — trying to comfort yourself in a moment of uncertainty.

He didn’t care.

You might have been his best pilot. His best squadron leader. The only person on board the Finalizer who challenged him, matched his banter with ease and just the right amount of snark. And you had fucked, several times, quick and dirty and only in the dark.

But he didn’t care, there was no way that he could.

You weren’t sure the man was even capable of such a thing. The only thing he seemed to care about was seeing how many times he could bend you over his desk in a single day, and even that was mere business to him.

At least, that’s what you assumed.

Unbeknownst to you, your reckless stunt and blatant disregard for his orders had nearly sent Poe scrambling to his own TIE, the need to protect you threatening to consume him entirely. And he was almost positive that he would have gone after you, had Hux not been in the room, staring him down, almost willing Poe to show some sign of affection for his most prized pilot.

Poe couldn’t allow that. Refused to let anyone, even you, know of his soft spot. He had a reputation to uphold, afterall, and a general he needed to keep off of his ass.

And even though you were certain that he didn’t care, you found yourself wondering again if you had maybe misjudged the man.

Would he have been standing in the hangar, waiting for you with his hands clasped behind his back, if he truly felt nothing?

You cursed under your breath, hesitating in the cockpit for just a second too long apparently, because Poe started tapping his foot and you swore that you saw him take a step towards you, his facial expression holding no room for patience. Still, you took your time climbing out, dropping to the floor with a soft thud, your knees almost buckling though it wasn’t from the force of your fall.

You kept your distance, thankful that the helmet covering your face hid the fact that you were so shamelessly staring at him. His short, gray dusted curls were disheveled, just barely, but enough to tell that he had been running his hands through his hair and tugging at the strands. His jaw was clenched, brown eyes full of an intensity that shot straight through you, but even from ten feet away you could see that they were also red and glassy. He was high.

Had he been high the whole time, or did he only use as a way to come down from the stress of the situation you had just put him through?

You didn’t know, and it really didn’t matter. It wasn’t like the familiar musk of spice lingering on his uniform was uncommon. It wasn’t like it would make a difference.

His lip twitched, and he took a few slow steps towards you, stopping when he was just close enough for you to reach your hand out and touch his chest. Not that you would ever dream of touching him so softly, especially not in front of so many others, even if they knew better than to even glance your way. No, your arm stayed limp at your side, and you hoped that he couldn’t hear how your breathing quickened through the modulator in your helmet.

He looked at you for a long moment, eyes boring into where he knew yours were underneath your helmet. You felt a shiver roll up your spine, and you had to repress the urge to shift nervously on your feet.

“Take it off,” he deadpanned, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if he was referring to your helmet or your clothes.

And even though you were standing in the middle of a bustling hangar, you really wouldn’t have minded if it was the later.

You hoped he wouldn’t notice the way your hands shook as you brought them up, quickly pressing the release on your helmet before pulling it off, situating it on your hip as you let your eyes look everywhere but at him.

And of course, he didn’t like that.

“Look at me.”

You hated how quickly your gaze fluttered over to him — how much control he truly had over you. You hated the way your body reacted to just a couple of small commands thrown from him, and how he undoubtedly knew the effect he had on you.

But he wasn’t smirking like you had expected he would be. No, his lips were set in a straight line, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he let his eyes travel over your face then down your body, almost as if he were searching for something. An injury, maybe? You weren’t sure.

His eyes met yours once again, and any tenderness you thought you might have seen within them was no longer there.

“You disobeyed my direct orders.”

Poe’s voice was almost as cold as his eyes, a threatening tilt to it that had the hair on the back of your neck standing on edge.

Now you actually shuffled nervously on your feet, willing yourself to hold his gaze, knowing it would only be worse if he had to tell you to look at him for a second time.

“Captain Dameron, with all due respect,” you started, pushing through the lump in your throat. “I’m not going to apologize for my actions. They didn’t put anyone else in danger, and I managed to knock out six X-Wings. Six less pilots to aid the Resistance.”

“And what if you had failed?”

“Then we’d only be down one pilot, sir. No one else-”

“I’d be down my best pilot,” he interrupted, taking a single step closer, the electric spark in his eyes gluing you to the floor as you didn’t want to risk turning it into a blazing fire. “Leave the stupid shit to the lower ranks.”

“And then you would have lost just as many as the Resistance.”

His jaw clenched, and you could imagine that his fists did as well. He knew you were right, but the way he rolled his eyes told you that he didn’t care about losing a few low rank pilots.

Why did he care about losing you?

You shook your head gently, pressing on.

“Am I not supposed to take a chance when I see one?”

“You’re supposed to keep yourself alive.”

“I’m just a squadron leader. We’ve lost worse, and we’ve recovered. It would be just the same, easier even.”

Your words were only met with silence, one that surprised you because it wasn’t paired with a harsh glare. He looked almost conflicted, as if he wanted to say something, but he wasn’t sure if he should. You had never seen the man at a loss for words before, Gods he hardly ever shut up, and it left you utterly confused and conflicted yourself.

You didn’t have very long to reflect on it though, because General Hux was walking up from behind Poe, and while having to deal with the other man usually filled you with tension, you actually felt some of it leave your shoulders.

“Captain,” he greeted Poe, causing the man in question to scoff. If Hux heard, he ignored it, turning his attention to you, jumping straight to business. “I need you in a debriefing room in ten minutes.”

You didn’t even have time to nod your head before Poe was speaking, voice tight.

“I can handle her on my own, General.”

His voice left no room for discussion, and Hux even seemed taken aback, though he didn’t bother to argue. It just meant that he had one less thing to do.

But Poe didn’t wait for Hux to confirm that it was okay, not that he would have relented had the other man voiced any objection. He simply turned on his heel and started towards the corridor that led towards the debriefing rooms, and you knew you were expected to follow.

You cursed gently under your breath, dread filling you. You nodded your head once at Hux before going after Poe.

You stayed several paces behind him, though you didn’t let your eyes wander from the back of his head. The walk was quiet, and you didn’t ask him why he headed towards his office instead of your original destination. He let himself into the room, not even glancing behind him to make sure that you were still there. You thought about taking off, for just a moment, making him chase after you, but you weren’t that stupid. You knew your punishment, whatever it was, would only be worse.

The moment you stepped through the door, your back collided with the hard wall next to it, the air threatening to be knocked from your lungs as you spluttered. One of his hands curled around your hip, holding you in place, while the other moved to the back of your head, his fingers curling into the strands as he harshly pulled back. His lips were suddenly attached to your neck, and then to your jaw, and you thought that he was finally going to kiss your lips, something he had never done before no matter how many times you had found yourself in a similar position, when they instead traveled down the other side. You wanted to whine, but knew it would be useless to complain.

Kissing was too intimate, too personal.

This was only sex.

Poe stopped at your collarbone, his tongue darting out to lick across your skin before he sunk his teeth into you, biting down. You groaned at the wicked sting, and something akin to a growl rasped in his throat.

His hand in your hair pulled harder, and his nose grazed up the expanse of your throat, his hot breath washing across your neck and sending shiver after shiver through your entire body. His lips curled around your skin, and you knew there was no way you would be able to hide the bruise he was leaving as he sucked a mark into you.

Or the second mark, or the third.

You hardly even registered as the front of your flight suit was ripped open, not until the fabric hit your feet and you felt something cold and hard rubbing across your nipples. He had flipped you, pinning you to the wall again though now your back was pressed flush against his while your front was being nearly crushed from how tightly he held you there. His hand on your hip disappeared, for just a second, until you felt it come down on your ass with a loud, reverberating smack.

The yelp that escaped you made Poe’s eyes flutter shut, you knew that because you could feel his eyelashes against the shell of your ear, but you knew the sound had been too quiet for his liking. He always liked to hear you scream for him, whether it be in pain or pleasure, or both. Both was, usually, his goal.

He landed another sharp blow to the same side, not giving you even a second to recover before numbers three and four hit. You pressed yourself further into the wall, if that were even at all possible, trying to move yourself away from his hand.

That earned you five and six, and he finally pulled that scream from your lips.

And a growl flew from his.

And then there was a small clinking noise, and the shuffling of fabric, and then your panties were being shoved to the side and you felt the head of his cock at your entrance.

He didn’t hesitate on pushing himself into your cunt, the stretch forcing a whimper from your lips that he completely ignored as he began to pound himself into you, setting a relentless and merciless pace that had you screwing your eyes tightly shut from the immense pleasure moving through you.

One of his hands was placed firmly on your hip while the other found its way to your neck, his fingers curling around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy. He didn’t speak, the only noise in the room being your loud moans, his quiet grunts, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was almost as if he forgot that he was fucking a real, living, breathing person and not some toy, and the idea only made you hotter for him.

You could feel your arousal dripping down the inside of your thigh, and you had been with Poe enough times to know that the obscene wet sounds your pussy was making as he drove himself into you only turned him on further, only made him want to take you harder. You hadn’t thought such a thing was possible, but he was hitting a spot so deep inside of you, you were trembling.

Your legs felt weak underneath of you, as if they could give out at any second, and you were sure that you would have ended up a shaking pile on the floor had he not been so tightly pressed against you. Your skin felt like it was on fire, like small shocks set across your skin with each stroke of his cock along your inner walls. He growled again, his hand on your neck tightening, cutting your air supply off completely.

Hand flying to his wrist, you halfheartedly tried to pull him away, not wanting to let him know how much you were enjoying being used by him. Oh, but he knew. He could feel it in the way you clenched around him and hear it in the sound of the heavy moans that had been falling from your lips before.

Poe was still quiet, watching the way his cock disappeared into you, taking delight in the obscene stretch and the almost overwhelming tightness. You took him so well, so deep and ready, and while he would never admit it, he knew that no other fuck could ever feel so good. None of them had before.

He let up the pressure around your throat, just long enough for you to gasp sharply, inhaling as much air into your lungs as he would allow before his grip tightened all over again. His hand that had been on your hip moved into your hair, and he was pulling again, sending pinpricks along your scalp that only increased the pleasure.

Your clit ached for attention, the sensitive bud throbbing with a need that Poe completely ignored. There was no way in hell that he was going to let you come. Not this time. Not after the borderline suicidal stunt you had pulled, not after you had truly scared him — another thing he would never admit. No, you absolutely weren’t going to get to come that night, and maybe not even the next.

But Gods, Poe was so close. His silence was replaced with soft grunts, a few growls, though his hips never faltered. His stamina was unparalleled, his hips still snapping into yours with brutal force.

And when he spilled himself into you, his mouth by your ear as he let out the most sinful of moans, a noise that was rare for him as the man was typically all snarls and bared teeth, you thought that maybe you would get to reach your own end after all from the feeling of his alone.

He rammed himself into you through his high, his hips slowing, though the strength was still there. He only eased up his grip on your throat when he felt like you needed to breathe again, and this time, he didn’t squeeze again. You were a complete moaning, babbling mess, your skin blazing hot as sweat trickled down your chest. Your pussy was still practically begging him for a release, one that your mind knew was futile.

Poe allowed himself just a moment to rest against you, enjoying the closeness and the feeling of you, though he counteracted the soft moment by biting your ear, sending yet another jolt of pleasure straight to your core. And then he was pulling out, tucking himself back into his pants, letting your panties fall back into place without bothering to clean you up. He did always enjoy leaving a mess between your legs.

You stood there, nipples aching from rubbing against the cold metal wall, pussy still clenching, your breath coming in short, labored gasps, completely spent and energy gone.

And he wasn’t even going to give you a second to recover.

“You can go now.”

His words were clipped, tone almost formal, as if he hadn’t just been balls deep inside of you just moments before. But what else did you expect?

You bent down on shaky knees, reaching for your ruined flightsuit, pulling it back up your body. You tried your best to wrap it around yourself, glowering just slightly at the broken zipper he had ripped apart. He watched with bated eyes, arms folded across his chest, expression unreadable and completely passive. You found yourself hesitating for an unknown reason, maybe it was out of hope or maybe you were just trying to remember how to breathe and walk. But he raised an eyebrow, expectant, wondering why you were still standing in front of him when he had just told you to go.

You had no choice but to oblige.

Turning on your heel, hanging onto the last ounce of dignity you had left, you made your move to walk away, surprise coursing through your veins when you heard him speak up again.

“Wait.”

You didn’t turn to look at him, but you did stop, grinding your teeth together as irritation flooded your chest. What did he want from you?

You heard his heavy boots moving towards you, and you had to fight the urge to cower back against the wall, hair standing on edge as your heart began to hammer in your chest. He came to stand in front of you, eyes still hard, jaw still slightly clenched.

“One more thing.”

His hand shot out to grip your wrist while the other settled on the small of your back, and then he was pulling you towards him, your chests colliding before your lips crashed together.

If you had been surprised before, now you were utterly shocked.

You didn’t move, didn’t kiss him back. He didn’t expect you to. But then his tongue slid across your bottom lip and you lost all inhibition, and you caved.

And Poe had never tasted anything so sweet as your lips.

But he pulled himself away, dropping his hands from your body, licking over his bottom lip as he took a moment to just stare at you. You thought he might say something, but if he had planned to, his words never came. He simply walked away, moved behind his desk and pulled the chair out before plopping down.

He ran a hand through his graying hair, disheveling it further, his eyes never finding your form again as he fiddled with something underneath of his desk and the subtle smell of spice slowly began to fill the room. You took that as your que to actually leave, and if you hadn’t cared for your pride you probably would have ran.

You took off down the hall, walking swiftly, chest burning with desire and maybe just a touch of hurt that you didn’t want to admit to. He had kissed you, finally he had kissed you, but it was bittersweet. You had to have imagined the cliché spark, the electric current that flowed from his lips and onto yours. The emotion that lingered underneath his touch in that moment.

He still couldn’t care.

You still couldn’t fully believe it.

And you stopped, tucking yourself into the corner of an abandoned hallway, your fingertips tracing over your bottom lip as your thoughts spiraled.

And Poe sat in his office, getting high and hoping that his pitiful attempt at a kiss was enough to tell you everything that he couldn’t say.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #star wars #sw #tros #tlj #tfa #poe x reader #poe dameron smut #poe dameron fanfiction

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solohux · 3 years

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happy 2021! i really hope we all have a better year this year but for now, here’s a list of my favourite kylo/hux fics that were published in 2020, ones that got me through days of lonliness and sadness to make me smile ✧

thank you fic writers of the kylux fandom! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

- keep in the dark (to stay out of the light) by howlingshame Modern AU. Smuggler Kylo Ren runs afoul of Armitage Hux, head of the First Order crime ring. Instead of killing him outright, Hux decides to keep him for his own instead. Kylo is none too thrilled with the situation, but Hux has plenty of patience. He wants Kylo to be his in every sense of the word, and they've got all the time in the world. [E, 247k words, warnings for violence, stockholm syndrome, sub kylo & dom hux]

- Please Remember I Love You by @bumblebae8 After murdering Snoke, Kylo Ren flees alongside Rey, returning to the Reistance and to his mother after ten years. They at once begin strategizing on how to take down the corrupt and evil First Order. [M, 65k words, no warnings, redeemed ben, skywalker family drama]

- Children of War by @starryartemis After a complicated diplomatic mission went awry, General Hux and Kylo Ren accidentally find themselves tasked with their most difficult mission: becoming parents. Despite their complex relationship, they both agree that raising an offspring will help bring glory to the First Order. Their original vision of a united family quickly falls apart as Hux and Ren cannot see eye to eye in what they want the future to hold. [E, 162k words, warnings for violence, kylux science babies, slow burn]

- I Should Live in Salt for Leaving You Behind by Asrael_Valtiri Of course, he’d betrayed Ren, to save the Order. To save himself and his people.To try to save Ren, in a way.Strange, Hux thought, closing his eyes against the glare of the overhead lighting. He pretended that the wetness escaping the corner of his eye was from the brightness. He failed.Stupid, he amended. Stupid, Armitage. [E, 65k words, no warnings, a TROS fix-it, kylo clones]

- Against All Odds by Kittens Kylo really doesn't care for people, but he'll always help an animal in need. When he sees a dog covered in mud on a cold, rainy day, he can't help but try to help. What he didn't expect was for the dog to be a fox and the fox to be a man. [E, 49k words, warnings for violence, modern au, fox hux]

- Hadopelagic by DustOnBothSides [WIP] After a life of staying pharmaceutically heat-free, Hux has to allow his body to go through at least one natural cycle, lest there be consequences. He takes a shore leave and travels to a former omegan retreat, abandoned and all but forgotten after the fall of Old Republic. Ren, not knowing of Hux's predicament, decides to follow, suspecting treason. He finds something else instead. [E, 33k words, omega hux & alpha kylo]

- Sup From My Mouth by @atlinmerrick [Kylux Adjacent] Dolly Oblonskaya never precisely introduces her old friend to her children’s new tutor, no. She does put one lonely man in a room with the other again and again and again...and to her delight Konstantin Levin and Francisco Garupe take care of the rest. Or, this is the story of how an idealistic young Russian aristocrat helps heal a mourning young Jesuit priest, one very cold Moscow winter. [E, 58k words, no warnings, Fransisco Garupe/Konstantin Levin]

- Lighting the Fuse by hey_honey "What is going on?" Phasma asked when Hux returned from his meeting with Leia looking pale. He stared at her. "The Queen's son agreed to marry a First Order official on one condition," he said. "And?" Phasma encouraged. "That official has to be me," he said. [E, 30k words, no warnings, omega ben & alpha armitage, mpreg, ben is ruler of naboo]

- Across the Stars, I am Home by @venetumdrabbler [WIP] Before leaving to go undercover in the First Order, Armitage Hux had made promises. Keep an eye and report when able to the republic, and later the resistance. Keep tabs on the dark force user Snoke. And most important of all: Bring Ben Solo home. So far Hux had managed, or was managing, 2 out 3. Then there is an awakening. [M, 42k words, no warnings, jedi armitage au, slow burn]

- Pro Nobis Solum by CarelessHux (AraSigyrn) Kylo Ren wakes after Starkiller. Alone. [M, 8k words, no warnings, post tfa au, established relationship]

- sisyphus rolls his boulder to the top by yogurtgun While trying to convince Rey to turn to the Dark on the Steadfast, Kylo feels Hux's presence in the Force disappear. [T, 6.7k words, warnings for violence, tros fix-it, temporary character death]

- i can make your dreams come by claquesous It feels like the small hours of the morning, the blurry in-between Hux calls early and Kylo calls late. “Can’t even make it through the night without a pillow to hump, can you?” Hux sneers. [E, 3k words, no warnings, somnophilia, sub kylo & dom hux]

- Knot Finished by Ki_Ken_Tai_Ichi Kylo learns a bit more about Arkanis physiology through practical demonstrations. [E, 2k words, no warnings, hux is alien, top hux & bottom kylo]

- 90 Day Fiancé by @bostarsky & @sunnywritesstuff “Maybe that means you’ll be more inclined to choose me,” Hux hints, glancing over at a drone buzzing by with a sneaky look on his face. Perfect, he’ll create as much support for himself with the public as possible. "What I choose doesn’t matter,” he croons, making it sound as romantic as he possibly can to hide the true meaning of the words. [E, 38.5k words, no warnings, alpha hux & omega kylo, kylo amidala, creepy snoke]

- What if We Tried Again? by @penpenhooray Perhaps, but did Pryde bother to check if he was actually dead?Armitage Hux may be many things, but a fool was not one of them. So rather than stay with the First Order and watch it burn, Hux decides that faking his death would be preferable, leaving him free to tie up his one loose end. His ex-husband, Kylo Ren. But what happens when Ren...isn't quite Ren anymore, but just as "dead" as Hux? What happens if they face their feelings surrounding their failed marriage? What if they dared to try again? [T, 2.7k words, no warnings, tros fix-it, mpreg & miscarriage]

- Where Do You Go When You're Lonely? by @vadianna Fresh off a grueling undercover mission on an unpleasant Outer Rim planet, Kylo Ren wants to eat, drink, and sleep. Unfortunately, Hux is sitting at the only bar in the area. Thinking that Hux is there to brief him, Kylo soon realizes that Hux is off-duty, and has also never seen him without his helmet on. Things escalate, and the two wind up finishing Kylo's mission together as they both get to know each other. [E, 29.3k words, no warnings, false identity, bottom kylo & top hux]

- Team Hux or Team Ren? by AdamJensens General Hux overhears a conversation between stormtroopers that opens his eyes to a competition between the troops of the First Order. He discovers his subordinates are not only loyal and devoted but also obsessed – Hux has fans. So does Kylo Ren, and there's a kind of war going on between the two groups calling themselves Team Hux and Team Ren. What Hux doesn't know yet is that there's a third group solely focused on shipping the two co–commanders. There's fanfiction, fanart and all kinds of crazy theories. Shipping, as Hux will soon discover, is a serious business. [E, 11.5k words, no warnings, crack treated seriously, mutual pining]

- Under Covers of Darkness by Camellia Cook (thekurosakiconundrum) Alpha twins Ben and Kylo have a somewhat unusual arrangement with their mate Hux: they're together, all three of them, and it's not strictly a Hux-in-the-middle situation. [E, 3.3k words, no warnings, threesome, sibling incest alpha ben & alpha kylo & omega hux]

- Share the Load by @emperorsvornskr Hux runs into Kylo while dealing with his unique Arkanan biology- and Kylo is dealing with some self confidence issues. It's a match tailor made for the both of them. [E, 6.1k words, no warnings, alien armitage hux, trans kylo, eggs]

- Safety in his arms by @redcole Kylo knows it's time to bond with Hux, he just wants to make sure that his intentions are clear. After all, it isn't often that an omega courts an alpha. [M, 3.2k words, no warnings, omega kylo & alpha hux, mpreg]

- Horny Hearts by @rattlesnake777 [Kylux Adjacent] Techie has a new flatmate called Matt and all he can really think about is doing it with him... [E, 18.3k words, no warnings, Clan Techie/Matt The Radar Tech, modern au, misunderstandings]

- Collars and Kisses by koi_boi Kylo loves his little fox and has missed him dearly after a long mission away. Hux, not so much, or so Kylo thinks. Then he actually thinks for once and comes to A Realization™. They fuck, they cuddle, then they get soft and tender. Disgusting. [E, 3.4k, no warnings, fox hux, fluff & smut, dom kylo & sub hux]

- the chancellor's gift by @thethespacecoyote Supreme Leader Kylo Ren goes on a mission to retrieve something invaluable for his lightsaber-obsessed chancellor. However, his plans for presenting the treasure to Hux are unfortunately derailed when a group of insurgents kidnap the chancellor and hold him hostage, threatening both Hux's life, and the life of their unborn pup. It seems, even years into their reign, that there are still enemies foolish enough to try to take from Kylo what's his. [M, 5.3k words, warnings for violence, alpha kylo & omega hux, mpreg, protective kylo]

- Entrapped by @kyluxtrashpit While searching for a mysterious Force artifact for Snoke, a squadron of Stormtroopers goes missing. Kylo insists on going out alone then, certain he can find and face down whatever might have killed them and succeed in getting the artifact. The creature responsible, however, has other plans for him. [E, 3.4k words, rape/noncon, tentacle sex, protective hux]

- Your Chain Around My Neck by @bastila-s After the council meeting about the Sith fleet, Kylo asks Hux to stay behind and "prove" he isn't a spy. [E, 3.6k words, no warnings but dubcon tag, power dynamics, smut, dom kylo & sub hux]

- Regret by @abraxas-drake Kylo tries to get Hux to relax under the guise of a work discussion. When things go terribly wrong, Hux must rely on the new Supreme Leader to save his life. [E, 3.8k words, warnings for violence and threats of noncon, alpha kylo & omega hux, protective kylo, forced into heat]

- Invasion by sigo Hux was seated at the long durasteel table in the Steadfast’s largest conference room, Enric Pryde on his left and Mitaka presenting his findings to the group standing on his right, when he felt it: Ren’s hands on his chest, running hot down his skin below his uniform. [E, 2.9k words, no warnings, pwp, bottom hux & top kylo, force sex, semi-public sex]

- In His Grasp by @cosleia Kylo Ren doesn't understand why General Hux is shirking his duty over a simple injury. When he tries to find out, though, he learns more than he bargained for...about the general, and about himself. [M, 4.1k words, post-tlj, pining, hand-feeding]

- Heat Sink by @sparrows-trashcan Kylo Ren is an omega but so is General Hux. While Hux doesn't mind everyone knowing that his preference is limited to male omegas Kylo Ren is shamed to feel the same. Everything changes after the Starkiller incident: Kylo Ren is in heat and there is only one person on the Finalizer who could possibly help him... [E, 4.2k words, no warnings, omega hux & omega kylo, smut]

- Distraction by @kyluxtrashpit Kylo needs a distraction from his hopeless pining over his co-commander, who he's sure he can never have. So he turns to the Knights of Ren to keep his mind - and body - busy. When Hux walks in on the events, however, Kylo learns that perhaps his feelings aren't a lost cause after all. [E, 3.6k words, no warnings, kylo/knights of ren, group sex]

- Between the Stars by Kittens The Finalizer's medical team does not want to deal with Kylo Ren. When he ends up injured during a mission, it's up to Hux to take care of him. It's not exactly what Hux is good at, but for Kylo it means everything. [T, 3.9k words, no warnings, hurt/comfort, bathing]

- Switch Up, Love Eternal by @onewhositswiththeturtles When Ren damages consoles aboard the Finalizer during a tantrum, Hux summons him for some much-deserved discipline. Perhaps there would be some hope for Ren learning the error of his ways if he wasn't such a whore for punishment. [E, 3.4k words, no warnings, dom/sub switching, smut]

- Across the Stars (To Find You) by Lady_Faulkner While on a mission for Snoke, Kylo Ren gets kidnapped by pirates and it's up to General Hux to track him down and rescue him before he's sold on the black market. Along the way, Hux discovers that his feelings of hatred for Kylo Ren have been masking another emotion altogether. [E, 10.9k, no warnings, kidnapping, hurt kylo]

- Doom's Desire by @nerdherderette Hux never expected to find a jewel worthy of the Empire's crown in an Outer Rim desert wasteland. [E, 10.3k words, no warnings, canon au, gladiator fighter kylo, emperor hux]

- Empire Day Miracle by coldashes Kylo just wants to relax, to be surrounded by people is to be surrounded by the Force. Except this is the First Order's Empire Day officer party and things never go as well as one would hope. [E, 4.4k words, no warnings, pwp, identity mistakes, pre-tfa]

- Reptile Husbandry by koi_boi Hux is an accomplished researcher who's having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad time in the field. He stumbles into a cave filled with secrets and one very large, very curious snake. Hux gets fucked in more ways than one. [E, 13.4k words, no warnings, modern/fantasy au, naga kylo & researcher hux, smut]

- Utapaun Christening by @mcducklet-blog Kylo Ren is determined to ensure that his children are the strongest creatures in the galaxy. Armitage Hux is willing to go along with it.Neither of them is ready for what that entails. [T, 6.6k words, no warnings, mpreg, knights of ren, peril]

- so it goes by @msbyjckals [WIP] Hux wakes to feel a pair of warm, calloused hands covering his. He doesn’t remember much, just the mission brief, the landing, and the cold. [M, 2.9k words, no warnings, starkiller rescue]

- Rumor Mill by @theweddingofthefoxes Everybody has their own suspicions about what Kylo Ren and General Hux get up to in private, but the truth is far more tender than anyone would guess. [G, 1.2k words, no warnings, fluff, cuddling]

- The One with the Eggs by sigo Hux turned on his heel, but hardly made it two steps before running straight into Kylo Ren. He knew his face betrayed his dismay. He didn’t have time for this. “I apologize, Ren, but I must be on my way.” Hux stepped to the side and Ren stepped in front of him again. Hux shivered as he felt another dropping sensation inside himself. This time the ‘drop’ completed its path — the inside of his pants was wet, cold gel trickling at a glacial pace down his thighs. Of course, that was nothing compared to what lay ahead. “Ren,” He said sharply. His voice was higher, raising in pitch the way it always did when he was panicked. “I am ill. Let me through.” Ren spoke through his ridiculous helmet, voice distorted. “We have a meeting.” [E, 4.8k, no warnings, alien hux, eggs, bottom kylo & top hux]

- Shadow Of Your Heart by @pangolinpirate & @redcole & @starkillersbae [WIP] After the fall of the empire Luke Skywalker fought a rising evil in the outer rim, a villain named Snoke who tormented his young nephew. With Snoke defeated, Leia sent her son to be trained as part of the new order of jedi, in the hopes that it would keep him safe. [E, 22.7k words, no warnings, omega kylo & alpha kylo, mpreg]

- Clear From Far Away by @pizzzazlut “But most of all, curse Kylo bloody Ren for having a chest that sparked pure, unadulterated arousal that has Hux humping his pillow like a fucking virgin.” Or the one where Hux is just trying to get off but his Supreme Leader just won't leave him alone. [E, 1.8k words, no warnings but dubcon, pillow humping]

- Tripped Over A Mouse Droid by @milarca & @ranebowstitches Hux gets injured while working, and Kylo finds him in the medbay. Who knew mouse droids could be so dangerous? [G, 3k words, no warnings, hurt/comfort, alpha kylo & omega hux]

- with you by @msbyjckals “You know I love you, right?” Ren said. “Of course I know that, I’ve always had you; you’ve always been mine.” [T, 1k words, no warnings, sleepy cuddles, soft domestic fluff]

- Unexpected Avenues by @sinceyouaskedmeforataleof [WIP, Mitaka/Hux] No one wanted to take this particularly grisly task, but Dopheld is glad it fell to him when he realises that all is not as it seems. Can he make a new life on the run with his ex, now that everything he thought he knew has been turned upside down? [E, 84k words, omega hux & alpha kylo & alpha mitaka, mpreg, post-tros]

- Who Needs The Galaxy When There's You? by Mesmeret Kylo is a simple, lonely smuggler with no one since his accident a decade ago. Or so he thought before his twelve year old daughter retrieves him to help out his long forgotten husband with a bothersome heat. [E, 7.7k words, no warnings, alpha kylo & omega hux, amnesia, smuggler kylo & mandalorian hux]

- By the Will of the Gods by @darktenshi17 Armitage is chosen to be a sacrifice to his gods in return for his village's protection. It's not the gods who find him out in the woods. [E, 1.9k words, no warnings but dubcon, fantasy/medieval au,

- The Fall of Yesterday by @sinceyouaskedmeforataleof [WIP] Seven years after Exegol, a nameless sailor works a thankless job onboard an Arkanis pearl harvester and fails to forget all the things he has lost. When the ship arrives at a new port all he wants to do is find a place to sleep through his shore leave. He might find more than that. [E, 10k words, no warnings, tros fix-it, alpha kylo & omega hux]

- Special Delivery by DaisyChainz Hux orders a toy that's supposed to be 'discreetly packaged', but when his hot mailman brings it directly to his front door, he finds out it is definitely not. [E, 3.3k words, no warnings, modern au, smut]

- Most Wanted by @pizzzazlut When the most prolific serial killer the city of Arkanis has ever seen is finally arrested and awaiting trial, it takes two of the cities most respected lawyers to represent the culprit and the victims. The only problem is that Kylo Ren and Armitage Hux haven't interacted since law school and will now have to work against each other to win the career-building case of a lifetime. Or The one where Kylo and Hux are rival lawyers with too much history but an equal amount of hate for Snoke. [E, 12.6k words, warnings for violence, modern au, murders and blood]

- Devotion by @kyluxtrashpit The Emperor loves to hear about his devoted hound's successful missions, ideally in as much detail as possible. Kylo does not disappoint. [E, 1.9k, no warnings, smut, emperor hux & hound kylo]

- three's a crowd by @thethespacecoyote Ren Prime catches Ben sneaking a First Order cadet onboard, and decides an unorthodox kind of punishment is in order. [E, 1.4k words, no warnings, ren prime, smut, voyeurism]

- If we have each other (the world is ours to conquer) by thereisnocowboyemoji “You think, what, that I have feelings for her?” “Please, Ren, do not dare try to insult my intelligence.” [G, 1.3k, no warnings, married kylux, mpreg, jealousy]

- In the Vents by @kyluxtrashpit Hux returns from his shift to find the bottom half of Kylo sticking out of the heating vent. Kylo is stuck and Hux isn't one to let opportunities pass him by. [E, 2k words, no warnings, pwp]

- the monster in your bed by @thethespacecoyote In the dead of night, something terrifying and lascivious comes to a sleeping General Hux. [E, 2k words, no warnings, consensual noncon roleplay, sub hux & dom kylo]

- Old Hornington Rides Again by oorsprong “Don’t be vulgar.” Of course he remembered. The embarrassing nickname had somehow become part of the whole taboo. Sex in the conference room in the early hours; Hux naked but for his boots and his hat and taunting Kylo with dirty talk. Kylo worshiped his cock in those days, treated it with reverence. “I could do it again.” [E, 1.3k words, no warnings, smut, old married kylux]

- His Purpose by partialresonance When Hux hears Snoke's voice in his mind, he thinks it's a caffeine hallucination. Until the voice plants an insidious purpose that Hux has no choice but to fulfill. Thankfully, Kylo is there to save him. Little does he know that the sinister presence was targeting him all along. [M, 5.6k words, no warnings, suicide attempt, mind manipulation, love confessions]

- Mariner’s Hollo by Eirean Whilst on a diplomatic mission, Kylo is invited to take part in the planet’s ancient ritual, and demands that the Grand Marshall accompany him. Said Grand Marshall is deeply unimpressed by the whole thing. [E, 9.7k words, no warnings, enemies to lovers, smut]

- Let It Happen by @pizzzazlut Armitage Hux re-analyzed all his life choices up to this point and could not come up with anything as careless as this. Or the one where Ren joins Kylo and Hux in bed because he doesn't like being left out. [E, 2k words, ren prime, threesome]

- Come On And Slam by @thediktatortot Hux and Kylo invite Ren Prime into their chambers and get more than they bargain for. [E, 1.9k words, no warnings, ren prime, threesome]

- A Passing Madness by moreless “It’s a gift,” says Ren simply, folding his large hands behind his back. His gaze moves between the lightsaber and Hux. “It used to belong to the Jedi traitor Mace Windu. It reminded me of you.” Two steps forward, one step back. Another step back. That's how their relationship works. Even now. [T, 1.9k words, no warnings, duel of the fates au, power dynamics]

- Our Impeccable Leadership by roseofgalaxies The Supreme Leader and his treacherous General have begun to collaborate with unexpected success. There's only one problem: Ren's stopped wearing a shirt. [E, 4.8k words, no warnings, lego holiday special, body worship]

- Giving In by Kyram (BrokenApril) Hux has a mission. Millions of lives are on the line, yet Ren's presence teases him. He's desperate to give in even if his job will become all the harder. [T, 2.2k words, no warnings, touch starvation, force sensitive hux]

- to lay your armor down by surrenderer Once in a while, the Supreme Leader likes to wear his Chancellor’s greatcoat around the Capitol building. [M, 661 words, no warnings, role reversal, force sensitive hux & force null kylo]

- Benefits of Force Sensitivity by Kittens After the surprising change in his relationship with Ren, Hux has a lot to think about. But they also have a mission to complete and that may have unintended consequences. [M, 4.3k words, no warnings, force sensitive hux, cuddling]

#kylux #benarmie #fic rec #i looked for people's tumblr names but i couldnt find most of them!! sorry <3 #and i'm sure i will have left some out #my dad is still in hospital and this was a good distraction from the worry #i hope you find something in here that you haven't read before! <3

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Could you write a fic about the Resistance meeting a Kenobi!reader who used to be Snokes old apprentice, and over time Poe begins to fall for her? I love your writing and if you do choose to write this request, the fluffier the better❤️

M e t a n o i a ( Poe Dameron x Reader )

prompt: Could you write a fic about the Resistance meeting a Kenobi!reader who used to be Snokes old apprentice, and over time Poe begins to fall for her? I love your writing and if you do choose to write this request, the fluffier the better❤️ + I’m the anon that sent the Kenobi!reader ask in, I forgot to say that the reader wasn’t Snokes apprentice willingly and she was taken as a child.

a/n; holy fuck i feel like i just poured my soul into this. this was something i played with a while on my own and i can’t get over how proud of it i am. thank you for this request, anon! i would zone out for hours just writing, and that hasn’t happen since like eighth grade. title is a greek word for a journey of self discovery.

song: the archer - taylor swift

t/w: slight mentions of child abduction and manipulation, very minor though.

w/c: 3150 ( omg )

D’Qar was loud, and the air was thick as it hit your skin. The sun hidden behind clouds, it was still considerably warmer than the Supremacy. You stepped off the transport, black boots hitting the pavement, the rest of you covered by the oversized brown robe.

You’d never seen Leia Organa before. But you knew her son, and the minute you saw her eyes, you knew who she was.

You lowered your hood. “General.” You breathed with a smile. She greeted you with a handshake, and the most comforting of smiles. She radiated a motherly energy you had never known, not in this life at least.

“Welcome, I’m so happy you got here safely, and you took me up on my offer.”

“It seems our families can never live without each other.” You responded, and Leia gestured you further into the base.

“Let’s talk in my office, and I’ll see about getting you something with some color.” She guided you amongst crowds. Her office was small by most standards, but felt comfortable and homely. She took a seat and you followed suit.

The air was tense, full of unanswered questions.

“He’s alright, doing well, all things considered.” You offered, and her shoulders seemed to relax.

“You didn’t have to..” She started, and you waved your hand.

“It’s nothing, I know you must hold your breath everyday when it comes to him.” You spoke softly, as if people were listening. “He talked about you a few times, it was always brief, but he did.”

“Thank you.” Leia reached out and squeezed your hand. The door opened behind you two and you saw a man, standing in the doorway, holding a wad of clothing.

“Ma’am Pava sent me in here with these.” He held up what looked like a shirt and pants. “She said you asked if she had spare uniforms?”

“Well yes because she’s always in her pajamas or her flight suit.” Leia reached her hand out and he gave them to her, sparing you a cautionary glance. “All of black squadron seems to operate that way.”

He opened his mouth to object, but she kept talking. “This is Poe Dameron, one of my top commanders and pilots.”

“THE top pilot, ma’am.” He turned to fully look at you, and you introduced yourself.

“She and I have family history.” Leia answered before Poe could ask. He didn’t take his eyes off you though.

“Have I met you before?” You swallowed thickly, clamming up to find a lie. You remembered him as soon as he started talking.

“The Resistance will not be intimidated by you.” He struggled out to breathe.

“We’ll see.” Kylo said from in front of you, not yet aware that you had entered the room. The man you now know as Poe starts to scream.

“Ren, you’re needed by the supreme leader.” Most of your face covered by a hood, you avoid the curious gaze from the chair in front of you both.

“It’s in a droid, a BB unit.” He barked on his way out. You take one glance at the man before you leave, hesitating.

“No, I don’t believe we have.” You forced a smile. “It’s been a pleasure though.” You turned your gaze back to Leia, who cleared her throat.

“You’re excused, Commander.” He took a breath to object, but it died on his tongue. He offered a small smile and excused himself.

“I was there, when Ren…” You trailed off, staring at the now closed door. “How am I supposed to….”

“He may look tough, but he’s got his mother’s heart.” She sighed, standing and collecting a few more things. “He’ll understand, probably more than most.”

“I hope so.” Leia smiled and gestured toward the door.

The quarters she gave you were smaller than yours on the Supremacy, but far less daunting. Glossy black walls had been replaced with cracked stone, this whole base a work in progress.The uniforms were more relaxed, and people smiled as you walked past, though you couldn’t shake the feeling that they saw right through you. Cracked foundations were held together by hope, maybe here, you thought, you could start to heal what Snoke shattered.

You were going to go out and explore. You grabbed an old brown satchel, and went to place your saber inside. It was silver with a gold band around the emitter, black striping down the sides bleeding into the solid black band around the hilt, gold circles breaking up the darkness. Kylo thought little of it, said it looked too much like a Kenobi’s lightsaber. For once in your life though, you were happy you had something to remind you of the light that coursed through your veins. It would need a new crystal, the old one corrupted by the dark side, but that was a question for Leia at a later time.

The walk to the airfield was peaceful, on the ship, all you had was recycled air. But there was something about the breeze and the smell of wildflowers and trees. And if you were honest, the smell of the engines burning fuel was better than the nothingness that you had become accustomed to.

Your eyes quickly set sight on the obnoxious X Wing that sat front and center. Black with an orange stripe, while it was Hux’s responsibility to know the specs of the Resistance, you knew that it was the ship that always meant trouble. You walked up to it and ran a hand down the side. The side panels were rough against your hand, but you liked it here, the perfection of the First Order became suffocating after a while.

“Can I help you?” A voice behind you asked. You turned to see the man from earlier, Poe, you think his name was.

“Oh no, I’ve just never seen an X Wing in person before.” You laughed. “They’re just so legendary in my mind.”

“You a pilot?” He asked, walking closer. His black hair was messy, and there was grease on his orange flight suit.

You shook your head. “Oh no, my grandpa flew A Wings during the Clone Wars but other than that we’re a pretty ground bound family.”

“Was your grandpa a clone?” Poe asked, and you furrowed your brows.

“No?”

“Well because droids were used by the separatists and clones by the republic.” He laughed. “So unless your grandfather was a clone, that doesn’t work.”

“There were civilians in the Republic.” You rolled your eyes.

“I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders, you knew he didn’t buy it. But you were okay with it, it was something to talk about at another time. A reason to talk to him again.

“You have pilots in your family?” You asked, leaning against the warm metal of the body of the ship.

“Uh yeah, my mom.” He cleared his throat. “She flew A Wings.” He raised his finger to note the similarity. “But for the Rebels against the Empire.”

“Sounds like a kickass woman.” You smiled. He shifted his weight and looked at his boots.

“Yeah, she was.” He smiled. You could sense the discomfort, and the loss.

“So how long have you been with the Resistance?”

“I’ve never met such a bold new recruit you know.” He laughed.

“Blame it on the family connection.” You laughed in return.

“What is the mysterious connection?” He asked, taking a step closer.

“Can’t give up all my secrets on the first day here.” You smirked. But how were you supposed to explain it all? Your father was a hidden bastard child from the days of Mandalore, your mother died before you could walk, you’re competition in training was the General’s son who was named after your grandfather who the General called to before Alderaan’s Doom – and that was just the surface level of it all.

“I’ll have to come bug you another time then.” You tried to hide the rising heat in your cheeks.

“It’s a small base, you can come find me.” You smiled and pushed off the ship. “I’ll see you around.”

“See you around, newbie.” You rolled your eyes, and kept walking.

You and Poe spent days on and off together, chatting, laughing, unknowingly being watched by Leia with a motherly smile. He radiated an energy unlike you had ever known, it was warm, and bright, and full of love. It was the light, the light that you were ordered to swear off for the rest of your days since you were a child.

Leia felt like the mother you had never known. The both of you aching for something taken so long ago. You spent a lot of time with her, causing a lot of questions.

Poe jumped to your defense everytime. Causing even more questions.

“Do you know where I can get a Kyber Crystal?” You piped up, reading in Leia’s private office while she worked.

“Why?” She just glanced up. You sighed.

“Mine won’t heal itself, no amount of meditation will ever make it change, not even to white. My blade still glows red.” You closed your book and turned to face her. A devilish grin grew on her face. “What?”

“After Luke lost the temple, he gave his remaining crystals to someone he trusted for safekeeping against the rising order.” The grin grew more.

“Where are they?”

“Yavin IV.” She smiled.

“Okay I’ll go to Yavin–”

“At Kes Dameron’s home.” Your jaw hit the floor. You felt like you had known Poe all your life, and maybe in another life you would have, but you really only knew him for a month or so.

So now you had to ask to meet his dad, when you hadn’t even admitted to yourself you liked him.

“I’m gonna have to ask him to go with me.” You breathed out, slightly nervous all of a sudden.

“Relax, Poe needs to go home anyways, it’ll get Kes off my back.” You snorted.

“And how do I approach that?” You started. Unaware of the door opening behind you. “Poe I need you to take me to your childhood home so I can get a crystal from your father because I secretly have a lightsaber and come from the lineage of a Jedi Master in the Old Republic, who trained both Vader and Luke?” You inhaled, unaware of how fast you were just talking. “I’m sure that’s a very easy question to ask.”

“The answers’ yes, I just have a few questions first.”

You thought you were gonna die right then and there.

The flight to Yavin wasn’t very long, but felt like years. The transport was small, Leia was unwilling to give up her large ships for the two of you.

“So how long have you been a Jedi?” He asked, shifting the controls and turning to face you.

“I’m not a jedi.” You mumbled.

“Well you have a lightsaber. That’s a very jedi thing to have.” Of course in your oblivious confession, you didn’t include how you acquired the weapon.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You got up from the copilots seat now that you were in Hyperspace, wanting to be anywhere but under his gaze. He grabbed your forearm to stop you, and your skin burned at the touch.

“I have met you before.” He whispered. “You were on that ship.”

“I’m so sorry.” Your voice was broken full of shame. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Why were you there?” His eyes were locked on yours.

“I was a child, my father was on the run after Mandalore’s downfall. They caught us after a few years.” You sighed. “My father was killed, but Snoke knew of my lineage, said that because my grandfather created Vader, I had a capacity for greatness.” You shifted your weight and sat back into the chair. “I didn’t know the difference, I was so young, with this weird energy flowing through me that I couldn’t control.”

“It’s okay.” He relaxed his hand and brought it back to his lap, you tried to hide your disappointment at the lack of touch. “You’re safe now.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, and you both sat in safe, comfortable silence before the ship made its entrance to the Yavin system.

Yavin IV, you’d come to realize, was a lot like D’Qar, luscious green trees and warm summer breeze. The Dameron home was a black and white contrast to anything you had known. Poe, on the other hand, doesn’t welcome the energy, instead tenses, as if he is in fear of what lies ahead.

“I’ll do the talking, if you want?” You offer, and Poe shakes his head.

“It’s alright.” He sighs. “How do you tell someone that the ideals they spent their life fighting are growing stronger everyday?”

“You tell them that there’s hope.” You smile softly. “Hope is the only thing you have that they don’t.” The weight of your blood red lightsaber seams to double, and none of this seems doable.

He starts to walk toward the house and you are left with no choice but to follow. He opens the door to find an older man with the same tone of skin, and same curly hair, faded now to a silver, working on something at the table.

“Hey dad.” You want to hide behind Poe’s shadow.

How do you tell someone that the ideals they spent their life fighting are standing in front of them in their dining room?

“Poe!” He exclaimed with a smile, and gave his son a large hug. “Leia warned me you were coming. Who’s this?” He asked, returning to the neutral position.

“Oh this is Captain…” He trailed, remembering he’d never learned your last name.

“Kenobi.” You smiled, your chest swelling with pride at the surname you discarded so long ago. Recognition and surprise flashed among both men’s faces.

“I would assume you’re here for the crystals.” He winked.

“How did you…”

“A feeling, I guess.” He shrugged and began to search through a container, and Poe just mouthed your surname back to you with shock and wonder. You waved your hand to dismiss him. “Poe can you run this down to the lady down the road, the one who always gave you sweets after Shara said no?” He gestured to the project he was working on, and Poe opened his mouth to protest.

But just like with Leia, it died long before he could manage words. He scooped it up and gave you an apologetic glance before leaving.

“Can I see it?” was the first thing Kes asked after his son’s departure.

“Y-Yeah.” You stumbled and pulled out the saber from your bag, handing it to him. He placed a small brown bag on the table with a quiet clink, and began to smile.

“It resembles Luke’s second saber..” He looked at you. “Made with pieces of Ben Kenobis.” You couldn’t help but return the smile.

“It’s the same style, according to old texts.” You said. “Not exactly the same I’m afraid.”

“What’s the need for a new crystal?” He handed it back.

“I..” You hesitated. Poe forgives so easily, but Leia said that was his mother, not Kes. “I was taken in by Snoke when I was young, trained..” You swallowed, staring at the saber in your hands. “I want to make things right, I can’t do that with red blades, the crystal is too broken to heal, I need to start anew.” Kes’ shoulders relaxed and he leaned against the table.

“I am sorry.”

“For?”

“Had we done it right the first time, there never would have been a Snoke to corrupt your gift.” He smiled sadly, you reached for his hand and gave it a light squeeze.

“Had you done it the first time, I would have never met him.” You smiled. “And there will always be those who want destruction, but as long as there is more hope, then we’ll always have peace.” Tears welled up in your eyes, you were talking more to yourself, but he pulled you into a hug, and you cried, for the first time in years.

“I know a place where you can install that.” He said, releasing the hug, and you followed him to a large tree in the field. It hummed with energy. Not evil or good, not light or dark, just balanced force.

You sat on your knees in front, placing a crystal next to your saber, Kes walking away to give you a moment. You closed your eyes and pictured it all, the darkness, the mistakes, being swept away by light, and forgiveness. You opened them to reveal your reassembled saber, and the cracked crystal next to it. You decided to bury it with the tree, putting to rest your conflict, your guilt, and anger.

And Igniting your forgiveness, certainty, and compassion in a deep blue light.

“A True Kenobi.” Kes said from afar, Poe just watching in awe as the sun set behind the mountains. You disabled the saber and wore it proudly on your belt.

“Thank you.” Was all you could manage, walking back toward the older of the two rebels.

“Don’t even worry about it.” He squeezed your shoulder, and walked back toward the house.

“Bonfire?” Poe asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes.”

The night fell rather quickly after the sun set, and the summer breeze gave a chill while you and Poe sat on a log and exchanged dumb jokes and he filled you in on all the need to know information. A silence fell over you soon enough and he just stared at you over his shoulder.

“Kenobi, huh?” He laughed. “My grandpa flew A-Wings.” He mocked

“You’re an ass.” You rolled your eyes.”He did!” You defended.

“He was a kriffing Jedi that is the least interesting thing you could have said!”

“Sorry my life story isn’t entertaining.” You punched his arm and he acted fake hurt.

“Oh it definitely is.” He poked. “They’ll write myths about you.”

“Hopefully about the good to come, not the bad that’s passed.” You half smiled.

“I hope it’s all of it, more inspiring that way.” He locked eyes with yours.

“Me being a trained sith apprentice doesn’t scare you?” He shook his head.

“No. Sith, Jedi, call it what you want but I just see a beautiful woman who is strong enough to know right from wrong.” He tucked a hair behind your ear. “And that means more than making things float.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips and your heart forgot how to keep a rhythm.

You were sure Obi Wan was up there cursing about the Old Jedi Code and falling in love, or whatever. The best part was, you didn’t love Poe.

but you know you could, given time.

And for once in your life you weren’t scared.

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